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daniel306gaming · 2 years ago

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¿What if the Avengers teamed up with the Justice League?

To: Marvel Studios and DC Studios

Intro Welcome back to the MULTI-VERSE my fellow Watchers where I combine different franchises and universes to see who would win. But today is not about who would win because we already saw the MCU Avengers and DCEU Justice League fight each other and we all know how that ended. So in this mega fan fiction we’re going to be seeing these teams teaming up to face both Thanos and Darkseid respectively. ¿How can this affect the future of the MCU and DCEU going forward and will they be able to save the world? This is an original what if created by me taking inspiration from the 1997 Marvel/DC crossover while following the mythology of the Avengers and Justice League and the timeline of the MCU and DCEU respectively. Without wasting anymore time sit back and relax and enjoy this fan fiction that you don’t wanna miss.

Act 1 In the DCEU a fierce battle raged in the heart of Metropolis as the streets are a war zone filled with chaos of explosions, clashing metal and desperate cries of innocent civilians. Buildings were crumbling underneath the relentless onslaught of Steppenwolf and his parademons invading from the depths of Apokolips. Smoke fills the sky turning day to dusk as the heroes of the Justice League fight to protect the city but the Justice League which included Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg and the Flash are in the thick of it desperately trying to repel the invasion. Each member of the team was battling with their own unique abilities but they were outnumbered and out the sky above Metropolis was filled with the sinister shapes of Parademons. Their cries were echoing through the city streets but a red and blue blur shot through their ranks with his beams of searing red lights slicing the creatures from the air. Superman flew and spun avoiding blaster fire as he plowed through the parademon swarm. His power seemed limitless as he cleared a pathway for civilians to flee but even his might was being tested by the endless hordes and a nearby skyscraper fell as its damaged supporting columns threatened to buckle Superman. His super senses screamed a warning and he flashed across the distance. As a massive structure began to collapse people scrambled and screamed within the building unable to evacuate in time but with a mighty heave Superman grabbed onto the skyscraper's falling frame muscles from bulging while he slowed the toppling tower and stabilized it in place. His arms were trembling with the effort of hefting the immense weight as Superman slowly but steadily lifted the skyscraper up and away from the ground debris tumbled free of the ruined lower floors. The structure held together as he maneuvered it over the neighboring blocks but the Man of Steel flew the rescued buildings out and over the bay away from the city and lowered it down onto the water with a tremendous splash only when he was sure the flooding was over. Lower floors would not drag under it and he pulled free of the skyscraper with Metropolis’s citizens now evacuated or sheltering from the parademon attacks. Superman turned back to rejoin the fray. “we can’t let Steppenwolf get the Mother Boxes” Batman said fighting with his usual grind extermination grapples onto the parademons and thrusts an explosive batarang into its chest. The creature explodes into a burst of energy allowing Batman to drop to the ground and engage another foe. “Easier said than done” Batman said as Wonder Woman leaps into the air with her sword slicing through the air as she cuts down parademons left and right. The lasso of truth wraps around a nearby enemy disarming it before she hurls the creature into the group of comrades. “We need a plan and fast” Cyborg said as the Flash races through the streets dodging explosions and debris. He saves civilians from harm moving them to safety before returning to the team. “You guys come up with something while I keep these people safe” the Flash said as the Justice League fought with fury and their power is flashing as they defended the crumbling streets of Metropolis but for every enemy they struck down 2 more seemed to take their place. Superman zoomed through the air with his heat vision blasting the parademons into ash but a hurled spear from Steppenwolf tore through his shoulder shredding his indestructible skin and he faltered nearly crashing to the ground before readying himself and the Kryptonian was weakening as it was one of the few things capable of piercing his invulnerability and now it was slowing him down. Wonder Woman wielded her lasso and sword with pressless skill yet a blow from the Mad Titan sent her flying back into a building with the structure crumbling around her. She pulled herself free off the rubble as her arm cracked and bloodied. The Flash darted at building speed trying to evacuate civilians from the path of destruction but as he ran by a blast from Darkseid shredded off his knees as he crashed with a scream unable to get back up and one by one the league fell. Batman was plummeted into submission while Aquaman was crushed under a tanker truck from the harbor as his control of water was useless in the dry ground and Cyborg was overloaded by the alien tech being deployed with his systems failing until he could no longer continue to fight. Thanos, Steppenwolf and Darkseid were victorious against the defeated heroes but their conquest of Earth could wait. The Infinity Stones called them unto further glory leaving the broken Justice League behind as the villainous team opened a boom tomb and departed to hunt the remaining stones across space and time. Metropolis burned and only the fallen remained to witness its demise. The Batcave was dim and lit. The Justice League had retreated there to cure their wounds but even the legendary sanctum offered little comfort as Batman sat before the bat-computer and its screens flickering through news footage of the Carnage of Metropolis with fires blazing through the gleaming skyscrapers as rescue crews picked through the rubble for survivors. The toll was catastrophic as Wonder Woman’s good at his side with her head bowed but without her powers she felt helpless and the blood had been washed from her skin and armor but the painful bruises remained. The Flash laid on a medical table as behind them the cybernetic legs was still sparking where he had been cut from but he stared at the ceiling lost in a haze of trauma and pain. Aquaman sat nearby with bandages visible through the rips in his shirt as his eyes were haunted by the deaths of so many in the waters and that was his dominion heavily upon him. Superman flooded before the bat-computer screens as his arms flooded across his chest though his powers were returning but his cells replenished solar energy and the Kryptonian could not erase the memory of how frail he had been truly against their enemies. Cyborg stood apart from the others still running diagnostics to assess the damage to his systems but though his robotic body could be repaired the realization that he had not been able to cut deeper than any malfunction as Wonder Woman sat in the bat-cave like a caged lion and her boots stirring up of dust with every tight turn armor that had been shown like silver was now dented and bruised baring her unusual flawless face. Each mark was a bitter reminder of their defeat, failure and lives that had been lost because they were not enough. She spung on her heel to face Batman who remained motionless before the bat-computer as his eyes stared unseeing at the footage of Metropolis burning. “We have lost so many lives” she said. ¿how many more must perish before we are unable to stop them? Batman didn’t look up but his hands curled into fists upon the console. “Too many” he granted. “But we will find a way to end this. I promise” he said. She wanted to believe and have faith in them as she always had but faith had not saved the innocent who had died screaming and she feared nothing would be enough against the forces. They face a sharp beep that drew their attention to Cyborg as the half-machine hero continued to run multiple scenarios seeking something anything that could offer them an edge. “There” Victor said pointing to a screen that said Earth-616. “Their heroes call themselves The Avengers with powers similar to our own and with experience in defeating threats of this magnitude” he said. For the first time a spark of something other than vengeance kindled in Batman’s eyes. ¿Can you open a portal to their Earth? Batman asked. “I can” Cyborg affirmed “But stabilizing the portal and ensuring safe travel between realities will take time” he said. Batman's mouth set into a determined line as they had no time to spare but this was their only hope to do it and the rest of them will continue accordingly. Relief and evacuation efforts were dipping her head. Wonder Woman went to Batman's side placing a gratitude hand on his shoulder as in that small point of contact was a reminder of why they fought on increasing odds for the bond between them was as powerful as any super ability together with the Avengers. “We will defeat them” he said as his hand arose to clap hers but the first flicker of hard-won hope rekindling and the Justice League gazed together at the portal. Act 2 Meanwhile, on Earth-616 the Avengers Compound was eerily quiet but an uneasy tension laid over the complex as if the heavy shroud was inside the main facility and Earth's Mightiest Heroes sat around a large conference table with eyes heavy filed with grief and exhaustion. Black Widow stared blankly at the surface of the table as her bruises made her usual flawless face but her gaze was haunted as her thoughts were unclear whether in the present was still trapped in the aftermath of their crushing defeat while Captain America looked worn as his strong shoulders slumped under the weight of failure and loss of his fingers tracing absence over the deep groans that scarred the table with leftover marks from the planning of a battle plant hat had ended only in tragedy but the others were no better. Bruce Banner had a broken arm as his green eyes dull with pain both physically and emotionally. Rocket had tears glistering in the fur around his eyes and Thor sat isolated from the others. His metal arm torn and mangled but his inner torment was being powerless to save those he cared about cut far deeper than any injury to his artificial limb ever could. Thanos had taken most of their allies, loved ones and hope in this alternate reality. The Avengers were broken as the light distinguished in their eyes with so much already sacrificed and lost. ¿how could they ever rise to fight again and yet for the sake of life itself? Across the universe they had the only uncertainty of whether they could summon the will to do it as Tony Stark paces around the room running calculations in his head. “There has to be a way. We need to figure out where they’ll strike next” he said. “Sir there appears to be an anomaly forming within our dimension” Friday said to Tony's AI systems. “¿What is it?” Tony asked as the Avengers turn to look at him. “It seems to be an interdimensional portal. I’m detecting life's signals on the other side along with traces of immense power similar to the Infinity Stones” he said. “¿can you establish contact with whoever's on the other side?” Steve Rogers asked. “I can try Captain. Establishing communication now”. The portal brightens and the figure emerges from the blinding light. “It’s Cyborg one of the heroes from the Justice League”. “People of Earth-616 we come in peace seeking your help. Our world is under attack by two of the most powerful villains in the universe and we cannot defeat them alone. We’re here to help in any way we can” he said. Steve says stepping forward as Captain America and these are the Avengers”. Cyborg nods. “I'm Cyborg and I flight alongside the Justice League. Your help would be valuable in stopping the threats of Thanos and Darkseid from destroying our world. “Wait. ¿Did you say Thanos? Tony asks as eyes were narrowing. We have experience with the Mad Titan ourselves”. Then together we can stand a chance at victory” Cyborg smiled as Tony summoned hisar or with a thought sliding over his body. “Let's go kick some ass” he said as the Avengers gathered in their high-tech conference room of the Compound but a holographic screen flickered to life revealing the stern faces of the Justice League members. “¿can you hear me?” Superman asked with his voice booming through the speakers. “We hear you loud and clear” replied Captain America with his voice calm. “Good” said Wonder Woman with her steady gaze meeting Iron Man. “We need to coordinate our efforts if we're going to take down Darkseid and Thanos” she said. Thor the God of Thunder leaned forward in his chair. “We will do whatever it takes to protect the 9 Realms and the rest of the multiverse” he said. Batman's expression didn’t change as he spoke. “We've identified several key locations where Darkseid and Thanos may be targeting. Our plan is to split up and monitor these locations engaging the enemy as soon as they arrive” Black Widow nodded in agreement. “Use our stealth tech to stay hidden until we're needed” the Flash said as his hologram appeared to be vibrating with excitement “and we will be moving at superspeed to cover as much ground as possible” she said. Iron Man tapped a few buttons on his holographic surface and a map of the targeted locations appeared on the screen. “Our team will head to the location with the highest likelihood ofthe Infinity Stones being present. We’ll need to move fast to secure them before Thanos can get his hands on them again”. Superman nodded in agreement. We’ll hold off Darkseid and Thanos for as long as we can but we'll need to keep in mind that time is of the essence. The longer we delay the more damage they can do” he said as the holographic screens flickered out and the Avengers were left alone in the conference room. They exchanged a few final words of encouragement before heading to their transport ready to face their greatest challenge yet as the Avengers stood in their high-tech laboratory surrounding by strange devices and energy fields. They had traveled back in time to retrieve the Infinity Stones scattering across differently locations throughout history and it would all play out the same as in your universe. Final act Meanwhile, the Justice League is engaged in a fierce battle with Thanos and Darkseid who are attempting to seize control of the universe travel device. The Avengers are still stranded in their own universe with all the Infinity Stones at hand as the Justice League fights valiantly but they are outnumbered and outmatched. “We need to hold them off until the Avengers can get back with the stones”. He said. “But we can't hold them off forever” The Flash said. Suddenly a massive explosion rocks the battlefield destroying the device and leaving the Justice League stranded in their own universe. “We're on our own now. We need to stop them ourselves” Batman said as the Justice League fights with all of their might using their powers and skills to take down the armies of Thanos and Darkseid but the two villains are too powerful. They seem to be on the verge of victory. “Flash ¿can you fix the device?” Batman asked. “I can try” he said. “We can't let them get the device. The fate of the multiverse depends on it” Wonder Woman said. “I'm on it. I'll try and hack into their systems and shut them down” Cyborg said. Wonder Woman charges into battle with her sword and shield at the ready. Cyborg uses his advanced technology to try and disable the enemy's weapon systems but the enemy forces are too powerful and they seem to be on the verge of victory. “We need to fall back. We can't win this fight” WonderWoman said. “I'm not giving up that easily. I have an idea” Cyborg said as he activates a powerful energy blast taking out several of the enemy soldiers but the energy blast also attracts the attention of Thanos and Darkseid. “We have intruders. Find them and eliminate them” Thanos said. Darkseid’s forces swarmed around Wonder Woman and Cyborg overwhelming them with their sheer numbers. Wonder Woman fights valiantly taking down enemy soldiers left and right but she is eventually surrounded and outnumbered. “Wonder Woman fall back. I'll cover you” Clark said. Wonder Woman nods and she charges towards the device but before she could reach it she is struck down by a powerful beam of energy. She falls to the ground as her body was still and lifeless. “NO” Cyborg said. Cyborg is overcome with grief and rage. He unleashes a torrent of energy taking out dozens of enemy soldiers but he is eventually overwhelmed and he too falls in battle while the rest of the Justice League stalls for time. Batman and the Flash work frantically to repair the device. They use all their skills and knowledge struggling against the overwhelming power of the enemy forces. Finally after what seemed like an eternity they managed to fix the device as The Avengers cross over into the Justice League's universe holding the stones in their hands but the battlefield was a scene of utter chaos and what remained of the Avengers and the Justice League stood back to back fighting desperately against the overwhelming tide of the Mad Titan and Darkseid’s armies. Blasts of powering beams of searching light let the gloom as Earth's Mightiest Heroes struggled against the alien horde spies of menace and determination coming through rage breaths. Yet for every enemy felled w more seemed to surge though exhaustion and injuries were taking their toll and despite the resolve the superheroes were being slowly beaten back. Victory was slipping further from their grasp with each passing second until a crimson streak tore through the masses followed by a booming roar that shook the battlefield. “ENOUGH” Superman plowed through the enemy ranks like a unstoppable force of nature. His eyes were glowing red with power as he came to a halt beside his allies but the Man of Steel’ sudden entrance gave the Avengers and the remaining Justice League members a much needed surge of strength and hope. “Today we end this threat once and for all” Superman vowed as his steel-edged gaze was falling upon the looming figures of Thanos and Darkseid approaching through the teams. The other heroes rallied around him and attacked with a renewed vigor at the colliding armies keeping them from their ultimate foes. Step by ruling step they carved a pathway through the chaos and bodies closing in on the Mad Titan and Lord of Apokolips with cold purpose. Tony Stark was the first to break free from the debris flying straight to Superman’s side with 6 Infinity Stones clenched in his hand but the glow of the Infinity Stones washed across his battle armor as he came to a landing with hope kindling in his eyes as he turned them over to the Kryptonian. “This is the only way to stop them. Do whatever you have to do” Tony said. Power flooded Superman's veins as his fingers curled around the gems but their combined might resonating within his frame thus armed with the might to reshape all existence and he turned upon Thanos and Darkseid and strothed forth. The alien warlords had but a moment to realize before it was too late. “THIS ENDS NOW” Superman's words raged out across the battlefield. Rawed with power and then with a snap of his fingers Thanos and Darkseid were no more. Epilogue A blinding flare engulfed the scene with the light of a new dawn dispelling the long shadow of terror as a cry of victory rose from the alien armies the scene then faded to reveal a sight that stole the breath of everyone's throat where enemies had stood allies thought lost to the ravages of war now stood but familiar faces stared in awe at themselves and each other hardly daring to believe the evidence of their senses. Peter Parker's eyes were wide behind his mask taking in the hole of the scene with a disbelieving glance but as if in a dream he turned to see T’Challa emerging from the crowd and the Wakandan king gazed finding and holding his way to a stunning joy. Nearby the Guardians of the Galaxy were reunited as Gamora’s hands sought and found Nebula’s metal fingers losing and holding on with desperation as sisters clung to a reunion. Fate had nearly denied them as none were left untouched by the magnitude of this moment but Steve Rogers's breath was caught by the sight of Bucky Barnes stepping from the masses a lifetime of friendship and gives hope more days to come and a single heartbeat. Natasha Romanoff turned at the sound of a voice not heard in far too long meeting with Bruce Banner and Clint Barton. Even Wonder Woman and Cyborg who had just perished ended up returning reuniting with the Justice League. There were tears as the dead had risen and the dusted souls of Earth restored evoking emotions beyond words but in the aftermath of all that had come to pass the Snap's effect had been far greater than any could have foreseen and it’s result was a blessing to stir the hearts with renewed hope. After the war the sun depleted towards the horizon as it’s golden light was washing across the battles carried field where Earth's Mightiest Heroes had won their greatest victory but on this day they found new friends and yet within each heart that gazed upon their grave determination kindled anew with the light beaming to fade. Earth's defenders turned for home the losses they had suffered would not be in vain and so Earth’s Mightiest Heroes went back to their universe and thanked the Justice League for fixing the multiverse and for fixing the horrors that had come to pass previously and they looked at each other saying their goodbyes and the portal had shut… THE END! And that is going to be ¿What if the Avengers teamed up with the Justice League? This was a truly epic crossover and I felt like it would make sense to do a Avengers/JLA crossover with them teaming up instead of fighting because I already did that not too long ago and people did enjoy it so I made this one for you’ll to enjoy and to hopefully keep on hoping that one day this becomes a true reality. Do make sure to be on the lookout for more what ifs coming soon and let me know what you thought of this story in the comments down below. Anyways as always guys thank you so much for reading this and as always have a fantastic day. Peace out!

#Marvel Studios #Avengers #justice league #dc films

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clubcabana-posts · 2 months ago

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 4 years ago

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Crash Course: The History of Dream SMP Season One

So...

You want to get into the Dream SMP, but oh no! There’s eight months of extensive and event-filled history to catch up on, and dozens of highlight videos to watch that don’t always include everything, and pages upon pages of detailed Wiki articles...where do you start!?

Well, I’ve created this to summarize the events of Dream SMP Season One into a single post as a sort of “narrative timeline.”

I’ve also included the dates of the events to the best of my ability, so that everything is in (mostly) chronological order.

I’d highly recommend also checking out the Wiki for more detailed descriptions of the big events if you’re interested.

Happy one-month anniversary of the Grand Finale!

Enjoy!

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Note: Some dates, but not all, are taken from VOD upload dates, and Tommy’s VODs are usually uploaded a day later than initial broadcast, so they may be slightly inaccurate. Dates marked with * are the dates the VOD was uploaded, in cases where I am unsure of the original broadcast date.

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The Early Days

April 25th:

The SMP started out as an ordinary survival server, and was often referred to as “the survival world” on early Dream Team streams. The first eight members to join the SMP were: Dream, George, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Ponk, Alyssa, Callahan and Sam, though Sam took a hiatus until the events of the Election Arc. The Community House was the first thing to be built in the center of a lake.

It was in this period that Beckerson and Mars were named from donos (the various named knicknacks in the Community House are also from donos), Dream tamed a white horse named Spirit, and Sam tamed Fran. There were also several other various pets like dogs and foxes that were tamed by the members.

Some notable events from this period include: the construction of the Court House (and subsequently Sapnap and George’s murder trials there), Dream building the wooden path, George texting Dream’s mother, Sapnap’s Famous Storytime Stream (in which Spirit died due to mobs), and the burning of Ponk’s first Lemon Tree due to a conflict with George.

There was also a running joke that Callahan and Alyssa were dating (they aren’t)

Tommy’s Arrival

Tommy joins July 4th. Tubbo arrives shortly after, with Fundy a day after Tubbo.

The day of Tommy’s arrival:

Tommy joins the SMP. His first day, George and Dream get him to stand on a crafting table and he subsequently murders George and takes from the Community House chests. Dream and George put Tommy on trial in the Court House. After a brief manhunt, Tommy is banished 2,500 blocks away (the first of three exiles) in the snow and is ordered to stay there. He fails to comply and is briefly banned before Dream lets him back on. He chooses to settle on a hill next to Ponk’s Lemon Tree.

The Disc War: Start of the Disc Saga

Taking place from July 9th* - July 11th*, though there were various events/conflicts relating to the discs that happened before and after this time.

After listening to two discs, Cat and Mellohi, with Tubbo on a bench while watching the sunset (VOD: July 8th*), Tommy considers the two discs to be his most prized possessions.

This event is considered the first major war of the server, and the Disc Saga would continue to have developments throughout the rest of Season One.

The events of the first Disc War began due to another conflict between Sapnap, Ponk and Alyssa. Punz and Tubbo were also involved. Tommy ended up siding with Sapnap, and much vandalism and fighting happened before Dream logged on with the intention to stop it.

Tommy and Sapnap murder Dream, and Dream steals Tommy’s discs in return, threatening to burn them unless Tommy returns his gear. Tommy, Tubbo and Sapnap end up combining forces to murder Dream and take back the discs, which Tommy hides under his base. Dream spends time off stream digging up the entirety of Tommy’s land in search of them.

The rest of the Disc War proceeds with Tommy and Tubbo working repeatedly to take back the discs from Dream. It only ends when Tommy crafts an Ender Chest to put the discs in.

This was also around the time that Fundy’s Socializing Club was built, which later led to a brief conflict taking place there.

(It was also during this time in the middle of the Disc War that Wilbur joined a call with Tommy and asked Dream out on a date to Pizza Hut, with Tommy speaking in game chat as Wilbur’s wingman. Dream says yes, George gets jealous on Twitter, and the infamous Vlog plot starts. It would go on from July to October.)

Schlatt and Wilbur

July 12th: During a short conflict between Tommy and Tubbo over the death of Tubbo’s pet bee, Tommy burns down Tubbo’s house. Wilbur logs onto the server to act as Tommy’s lawyer.

On July 17th, Schlatt gets whitelisted on the server without Dream’s knowledge and Tommy spends a day with his idol. The SMPLive Cuck Shed is recreated in Dream SMP, and Tommy listens to the disc Blocks with Schlatt. People trend #kickschlatt on Twitter. Both Wilbur and Schlatt log off the server “permanently,” Wilbur by choice and Schlatt by banning (as Dream didn’t know who he was). Tommy gains ownership of Wilbur’s ball house.

Also worth mentioning is Eret joining July 19th.

The L’manburg War for Independence (aka “Revolution”)

This was a relatively short but very consequential arc, taking place from July 24th to August 2nd, a little over a week in total. It is the second major war of the server, and the first to be faction-based.

July 24th: Wilbur joins the server again.

He decides to start an empire with Tommy. He builds the Camarvan (aka “hto dog van”) in a remote part of the woods and recruits Tommy to help create artificial scarcity in the server’s drug market by stealing everyone’s blaze rods. This isn’t taken too kindly by other members, especially Sapnap. One thing leads to another and they decide to mark out a tiny square in the woods to declare as an independent country. Tubbo joins them, and he and Tommy sing “Hallelujah” to a tilled patch of dirt (this melody would later become the L’manburg National Anthem). They also recruit Eret to help build. They decide on a name: L’manburg, and also don revolutionary skins.

Dream comes over, displeased by this, and declares war. His side consists of Dream, George, Sapnap and Punz, though the L’manburgians attempted to convince George to their side due to his Britishness.

Eret builds the walls, Fundy joins the revolution after logging in within the walls and being very confused, Wilbur claims Fundy as his son. Tommy constructs a fight club beneath his house and, after poorly speaking Dutch to Fundy, goes down the path placing signs in various languages saying “the green bastard shall die!” as propaganda to Dream’s viewers of various nationalities.

July 31st:

Dream and Sapnap log on during one of Dream’s streams, inspect the area, and go through a multi-step plan to demoralize the L’manburgians: they burn down all the trees around their land, lavacast a huge cobblestone wall just outside, construct obsidian TNT cannons around the walls, and fire several TNT blasts into the country, destroying part of the hotdog van’s roof. George joins the call, gets filled in on what’s been happening, and assists in the chaos. Eret, the only L’manburgian online, is helpless and can only meekly protest in game chat. As a final message, Dream and Sapnap set fire to Tubbo’s house (the second time) and Dream gives his famous “white flags” ultimatum.

August 1st:

The ultimatum’s war date was pushed back a day due to Twitter drama. The final evening before war, Dream, after doing his serious stream, logs onto the server and blows up Tommy’s land with TNT, exploding part of the beloved Cuck Shed. Wilbur, in VC, tells Tommy to return the favor to Dream, but instead, Tommy chooses not to fight fire with fire. Impressed, Wilbur makes Tommy his right hand man. Eret joins Dream’s side around this time.

August 2nd:

The day of war comes. Dream’s side goes to Tubbo’s jungle base to kill Tubbo repeatedly. There’s a brief conflict at the Power Tower. Wilbur logs on - the L’manburg side is grossly underprepared. They meet at the Embassy and exchange fire with the Dream SMP members. After Dream seems to retreat, Eret suggests they return to L’manburg, saying he has a “secret weapon:” Eret has been grinding for items.

He leads them down a long tunnel into a blackstone “Final Control Room.” The chests are empty, and Tommy pushes a button in the middle of the room, wondering what its function is. The redstone doors slide open and Dream’s men ambush and kill all of them, leaving them with nothing.

After speaking with Wilbur, who refuses surrender, Dream returns to L’manburg and lights a piece of TNT at the entrance, triggering tons of TNT that had been laid beneath the ground beforehand to ignite. Tommy leads everyone into a final bunker. As one last chance at independence, Tommy challenges Dream to a bow duel for Mellohi. George and Wilbur have a short exchange in which they reflect on their Pizza Hut Date, wondering how they could end up like this, with their men fighting each other on opposite sides. Wilbur tells George he should have been on their side as a British person. Eret too.

Tommy and Dream take ten paces and fire at each other on the Prime Path.

Tommy loses the duel.

Instead of giving up just Mellohi, though, Tommy asks Dream if he could give up Cat as well in return for “technical independence.” Dream agrees. Wilbur declares independence again, putting himself as President, Tommy as Vice President, and Tubbo as Secretary of State. Eret, meanwhile, is declared king of the Dream SMP.

YOOOOOOOOOOOO...you know the rest.

Jack Manifold is whitelisted. It’s a silver-lining ending.

Post-War Period General Events

August 3rd (?), VOD uploaded August 6th*:

On Jack’s first day, Dream attempts to bribe Jack onto his side with riches, real money, and books containing secret codes. Jack decides to act as a double agent.

VOD uploaded August 7th*:

Fundy and Eret continue their pranks. Eret builds his two towers to watch over L’manburg - Fundy completely destroyed the first of them, which is why Eret’s towers are now reinforced with obsidian. That same stream where Fundy “shrank” the tower was where Tommy and Jack first heard the tale of Fundy’s heritage. Fundy explained that his mother was a salmon (they came up with the name “Sally”) and that she was an accountant who raised him the best she could. Tommy and Jack are understandably weirded out by this.

August 6th:

Niki is also whitelisted and joins the server. The original Camarvan is torn down, and Wilbur introduces the first version of the L’manburg National Anthem.

The Drug Park Trivia Contest

August 9th:

Due to L’manburg needing more funds, Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo get together and create a drug park business to attract drug dealers and women. They see four chickens hanging out near some gravel and name them Clementine, Clementine, Clementine and Clementine, deciding that gravel must attract women. PPA (Ponk-Purpled-Alyssa) signs a trade agreement with L’manburg.

The drug park attracts a confused Dream, who wanders around through the alleyways. Dream gets scammed and then scams them back, so Wilbur challenges Dream to a trivia contest.

August 10th:

Fundy takes off his revolutionary outfit and he and Wilbur get into a brief argument over it. Eret continues to build his second tower. Wilbur asked Tommy and Tubbo to prepare the trivia questions together, but while Tubbo had researched real trivia, Tommy put in bullshit questions that were later removed from the point score.

Dream loses the trivia contest and jumps off a cliff.

The Disc Saga: Showbiz Business

August 13th*:

After Tommy, Tubbo, Thunder, Skeppy and Fundy give a performance of Hamilton and Macbeth to Dream, gaining Dream’s favor, Skeppy tells Tommy he has Spirit’s leather. Tommy, seeing an opportunity to use Dream’s sentimental attachment to get Dream on his good side, asks Skeppy for the leather. Instead, Skeppy trades the leather back to Dream in return for one of the discs. Tommy gets Quackity in a VC to try and intimidate Skeppy (Quackity fails), then asks for Quackity to be whitelisted. Dream whitelists Quackity.

This was also around the time that Fundy kidnapped Punz’s bee, Beenis, and was put on trial, resulting in the birth of Tubbo’s alter ego: Big Law. This would come into play during the Pet War.

The Cartel

August 17th:

Quackity joins the server.

He is initially not allowed to join L’manburg.

He and Tommy start the Cartel together, going on a heist and cracking jokes about John Lennon. This is an overarching scheme over the course of several streams. Tommy ends up building a summer house for himself in the hills, and constructs a drug lab in its basement which he uses with Quackity to attempt a drug scheme.

August 28th*:

Later, after Tommy finishes his summer home and names the several cows who live there, Quackity kidnaps the one named Henry and threatens his life, as he feels that Tommy has become too attached to Henry and is no longer dedicated to the Cartel. Quackity forces Tommy to play a sick trivia game show where if he gets an answer wrong, a cow dies. Tommy asks Tubbo for help, but Tubbo sides with Quackity for the drama. The conflict ends in violence, but Henry is still alive.

Tommy and Wilbur Revive the Server

August 19th*:

Tommy, concerned that the SMP is dying due to Tubbo not being online, calls in Wilbur and Quackity for a chill stream. He and Wilbur rebuild the Camarvan very, very poorly, turning it into a monstrosity of a dirt-bug held together by cobblestone. This wasn’t very consequential, I just included it to explain how the Camarvan ended up looking like That.

The Disc Saga: Railway Skirmish

August 23rd*:

One day, Tommy was hanging around at his summer home. He hops in a minecart and accidentally runs Dream over. Dream uses the /kill command as a funny way to mess with Tommy (and the audience), causing him to die and lose all his stuff. Dream hadn’t been expecting Tommy to take advantage of it. Unbeknownst to Tommy, Tubbo runs in and snatches Dream’s prized sword, hiding it underground.

Tommy and Tubbo realize that with all of Dream’s gear in their possession, they finally have the high ground, and try and use that high ground to trade Dream for the disc. Wilbur joins and questions Tommy about why they’re trying to cause conflict, as L’manburg can’t afford to fight another war so soon. Wilbur orders them to return Dream’s things and apologize. Dream doesn’t give Tommy the disc, but does trade Tommy for Spirit’s leather in return for his stuff back. Tommy tries and fails to trade Skeppy the leather for the disc. He and Sapnap also then team up to kill Dream, but Sapnap betrays Tommy after being threatened and Tommy never succeeds in getting a disc back.

Tubbo reveals to Tommy afterwards that he’d hidden Dream’s sword, and they’d successfully kept it: they now have leverage.

Church Prime

August 24th:

Tommy and Dream put their differences aside for one day and start a religion together after plugging Twitch Prime for twenty minutes straight, to Tubbo’s disapproval. Quackity assists as well. The Vape Tower and Holy Land are created. Dream levitates into the air and /kill’s himself, then gets resurrected. One of the funniest streams the SMP’s ever had.

Church Prime has been born!

The Disc Saga: Spirit Scam / Start of the Pet War

August 27th*:

Tommy is enraged by Sapnap killing one of his beloved cows, Harold. He griefs Sapnap’s house and also informs Niki that her pet, a little fox named Fungi, was also killed by Sapnap. Niki is furious. She, Tommy and Tubbo kidnap Mars and Beckerson with the intentions of holding them for ransom as revenge. Dream, concerned about this, tries to reason with them. He can’t let Mars and Beckerson die at any cost.

While the sides make their threats, Dream locks up the jukebox room in Tommy’s house with obsidian and starts playing the real Mellohi to taunt them out of cockiness. Tubbo and Tommy manage to snatch Mellohi and put it in an ender chest. Dream, realizing he’d screwed up, names a fake Mellohi disc “Tommy’s Disc” and tries to convince them that that was the real one.

After plenty of scamming involving Dream’s sword, Spirit, Mellohi, the fish, and a confusing switcheroo, Tommy ends up with the real Mellohi and the real Spirit, while Dream keeps Beckerson and Mars in his possession. Niki just wanted an apology.

The Pet War

August 29th*:

After taking a brief recess from the SMP, Fundy logs on and starts to catch up on what he’s missed. He’s confused by Church Prime, but is more concerned with chat spamming “RIP Fungi.” He doesn’t believe it at first, but sees Fungi’s grave in L’manburg and calls Niki, who tells him what happened. Furious, he says that Sapnap must pay.

He asks Dream for Mars, but Dream is unwilling to give her to him. Instead, Dream leads Fundy and Niki to the dog house and show them the pets. He tells them that Skechers is Sapnap’s fox, but they didn’t hear it from him. As he is unable to kill one of his own kind, Fundy asks Niki to murder it with a pickaxe.

After a scavenger hunt stream with George, Dream tells Sapnap what happened. Sapnap, enraged, kills Niki’s animals and Fundy’s enderman pet. The Dream Team hide their remaining animals off screen.

August 31st*:

Fundy gets Beenis and a beehive at Tubbo’s base and offers to play a cruel game with Punz in which Punz chooses to spare one of the beenests while the other is thrown into fire. Punz decides that choosing is better than leaving Beenis in an enderchest and chooses. They place down the spared beenest but no bee comes out. Tommy and Tubbo arrive in full armor, looking ominously at Punz. Fundy explains the situation to them, favoring his side of the story, and Tommy and Tubbo defend him as one of their own. Fundy has started a war.

September 1st:

Fundy and Niki get a pet bee named Beelloon. They hide it in an obsidian box to keep it safe. They also locate Sapnap’s pets based on small details in the background of George’s stream.

Sapnap and Punz arrive one day after a Twitch Rivals tournament and force Fundy to watch as they explode Fungi’s grave with TNT. Fundy says they should end the fighting for good with a duel: one vs. one, Sapnap and Fundy.

September 10th:

Fundy builds a scaled-down version of Technoblade and Dream’s arena just behind his base. Tubbo referees the duel between Fundy and Sapnap. Fundy loses. Sapnap takes Niki’s fish and starts to play the same game with Fundy, but stops at the last second - it’s not worth stoking up the fires of war again. He congratulates Fundy on being a worthy competitor and leaves after returning the fish to Fundy. The Pet War ends there.

The Election

September 3rd*:

Tubbo and Fundy get into an argument that threatens to tear L’manburg apart in Civil War. Tommy, while Wilbur isn’t online, is the one left in charge of diffusing the conflict, which he does successfully. The next day (September 4th*), Wilbur logs back on and Tommy fills him in on what he’s missed. They decide that they need to consolidate power, and choose to hold a rigged election where they’re the only party that can be voted for. Quackity, after learning this, states that he’ll be running as well to prevent their dictatorship, declaring his campaign “SWAG2020.” This throws a wrench in Wilbur and Tommy’s plans. Wilbur and Tommy’s party is renamed “POG2020.”

September 9th*:

The Presidential debate is held in Tubbo’s King’s Court. Quackity reveals that Georgenotfound is his running mate. Tommy attempts a smear campaign against him, then later accepts bribery from Karl, who was overseeing the debate. Tubbo takes Karl’s spot to be less biased. Fundy states that he wants to run for president as well. September 15th, Tommy gains Sapnap’s vote by publicly denouncing Fundy, telling him that if Wilbur weren’t Fundy’s father, Fundy would be kicked out of L’manburg. The following days, they hold a few more rallies, sing a duet of Let it Go, and Wilbur, Tommy and Quackity construct the White House while speaking Spanish. This is also the birth of “Tubbox.”

September 20th:

They hold one last rally where the parties show off their endorsements. POG2020 is endorsed by Vikkstar. Georgenotfound is a no-show. Everyone wonders where he is, with one of the running theories being that he’s off editing the Vlog. Fundy and Niki announce their campaign: COCONUT2020.

Tommy and Wilbur have one last endorsement up their sleeve: Schlatt logs onto the server. He’s been unbanned. Instead of endorsing POG2020, however, he accidentally endorses COCONUT2020 and then decides to run his own candidacy, SCHLATT2020. Violence breaks out, Tommy, Wilbur and Quackity all escape underground. Wilbur and Tommy offer to combine votes with Quackity, but Quackity refuses after they reveal the offer is conditional on their own defeat. Instead, Quackity decides to partner with Schlatt.

Also worth mentioning is the fact that Wilbur asked for Tommy’s Mellohi disc, the real one, to keep until they’d won the election. Tommy gives it to him.

Schlatt’s Inauguration

September 21st:

HBomb is added to the server. Wilbur gets on the podium and states the election results: POG2020 won the popular vote by 45%, but was beaten out by the combined vote total of SCHLATT2020 and SWAG2020 of 46%, making Schlatt the President and Quackity the Vice President. Schlatt designates Tubbo as his right-hand man, still Secretary of State.

Schlatt’s decrees are as follows, given throughout the rest of the stream: Tommy and Wilbur’s citizenship is revoked, the walls are torn down, L’manburg is renamed to Manberg.

Tommy and Wilbur escape into the woods (Tommy’s second exile) and Technoblade offers them assistance. Technoblade logs onto the server and they find a ravine to make a barracks in: Pogtopia.

Tommy and Wilbur then go to negotiate with Schlatt for a one-day visa to L’manburg for Ninja’s visit. Schlatt agrees to it.

Ninja’s Visit

September 25th*:

Ninja visits and streams with Tommy for a day. He ends up getting married to Georgenotfound and using their marriage to get the Pogtopians an extended visa without Schlatt’s knowledge.

Pet War II: Battle of the Lake

Sapnap and Karl, who were engaged to marry with a wooden Eiffel Tower as their honeymoon spot, attempt to kidnap Henry. Instead, Sapnap accidentally kills Henry with fall damage.

October 5th:

Tommy is beyond enraged at the death of Henry, and goes to grief Skeppy’s property with Niki while he’s grieving. Dream joins and helps Tommy lavacast the Eiffel Tower. They attempt to frame Badboyhalo for this, which starts a new conflict and a battle between Skeppy and Bad against Dream and Tommy.

Sapnap logs on, Tommy confronts him, and Sapnap eats Henry’s corpse. Antfrost also joins in on Bad and Skeppy’s side. The fight continues, and Dream and Tommy escape into the wilderness together and a chase ensues. Niki is taken hostage.

Dream decides to entrust Tommy with one of the most valuable pets on the server: Mars. Tommy must never, under any circumstances, harm her. Tommy tells Sapnap he has Mars, but Sapnap doesn’t believe Dream would trust Tommy with such a thing at first.

Everyone heads to Pogtopia. Tommy gives his famous “I have the Blade” line and Technoblade logs on. Dream also joins Techno and Tommy’s side. They declare it the Battle of the Lake after a tiny pond next to Tommy’s Intimidation Tower. Punz swaps sides mid battle, and Dream, Tommy and Techno overpower the opposing side, claiming victory.

Dreamon Hunters

October 7th:

Tubbo and Fundy want to create some chaos, but their targets keep logging off and foiling their plans. Eventually, Dream logs on, and that’s when they get the idea to perform an exorcism on Dream. They get Dream to Skeppy’s Mansion and perform a complicated ritual, ending with them logging out and then back in again, and Dream exploding TNT, killing himself and also Tubbo in the blast. After this exorcism, Dream seems...different. He says he wants to be a builder, he wants to hug Technoblade, and his IQ is...75!

Tubbo and Fundy think at first that they’ve successfully removed the Dreamon, but after performing a test with an iron door, everything goes sour. In a last effort to get Dream back to normal, Fundy recreates his marriage proposal scene with Dream. Dream ascends into the air, explodes, and all seems to go back to normal...until DreamXD logs on.

October 15th:

In a second stream, Tubbo and Fundy get their proper Dreamon Hunter outfits, set up a base of operations on the beach near the Mansion, and recruit Sapnap to assist them.

The Festival

VOD uploaded October 10th*:

Tommy has an idea to connect the Prime Path from Pogtopia all the way to Dream SMP, but accidentally reveals Tubbo’s tunnel to Quackity in the process. This leads to a split between Tommy and Wilbur, in which Wilbur snaps and tells Tommy that this is why he isn’t the President and never will be.

Schlatt comes on. He ignores the tunnels, but announces something new: The official Manberg Festival, a celebration of democracy and freedom. With this announcement, Wilbur starts to have doubts about his intentions. Why should he want to go against someone who was democratically elected, hosting fun events for the citizens? Wilbur has a realization: he’s the villain. A few minutes pass, and he’s completely gone, slipping into paranoia about everyone’s loyalties as he starts to distrust that even Tubbo is on his side. He has a plan to blow the entire place up with TNT, and asks Dream to help.

At the end of the day, Tubbo and Tommy have a moment by the bench. Tubbo reveals to Tommy that he’d been given a Mellohi disc by Wilbur, who had also given a copy to Tommy as well. They question why Wilbur would give them both copies of Mellohi, and try to hide the truth about the disc. Tubbo says he probably has the real one.

In the coming days, Tubbo and Fundy help create the decorations. Fundy, meanwhile, has been questioning his loyalties. He wonders what Tommy and Wilbur ever really did for the country in their administration.

October 16th:

The day of the Festival arrives. Everyone, including Technoblade, has been invited except for Wilbur and Tommy. Techno joins in with the party activities, and it’s a joyous day. Tommy and Wilbur wait on the roof, and have a brief conversation with Tubbo before the moment arrives. Wilbur accuses Tubbo of being a yes-man, explains that there’s a key phrase in the speech to activate the TNT. There are twenty pieces of TNT beneath Schlatt’s chair alone.

He puts Tubbo in charge of making the final decision of whether Manberg stays or falls. It’s up to Tubbo to say the line. As the party settles, Tubbo goes up to give his speech. He says it, Schlatt prompts him for more, and Tubbo says the line. Wilbur and Tommy hop down to press the button, but Schlatt gives a little chuckle. He and Quackity start trapping Tubbo in concrete, keeping him in Schlatt’s chair while everyone looks on in confusion. Wilbur and Tommy pause – they can’t detonate the TNT with Tubbo in the blast radius. Schlatt reveals that he’d known about Tubbo’s spying all along, and calls up Technoblade for a favor.

Schlatt orders Technoblade to execute Tubbo. A few shots from Techno’s rocket launcher, and the deed is done. Techno then turns and massacres the crowd as Tommy pearls onto the podium and Wilbur searches around for the button, which he’d lost. Wilbur confronts Schlatt in order to defend Niki, but Schlatt orders Niki’s death and everyone runs back to Pogtopia.

Tommy is fuming at Technoblade, and the two have a short fist fight in a combat pit to settle their differences. Tommy loses, but his rage still remains. Techno tells him that the only universal language is violence, and now that they’ve settled that issue, it’s time to move on.

October 19th:

A few days after the festival, Tommy comes online and overhears an argument between Quackity and Schlatt over the destruction of the White House. Quackity snaps at Schlatt, shoots him, and runs off into the forest while Schlatt tears the building down. Tommy meets with him, and Quackity is recruited into the rebellion. Wilbur comes on and gets filled in. Wilbur also reveals that he’d found the button room off stream, and shows it to Tommy and Quackity. He only needed two witnesses. Tommy and Quackity trap Wilbur into the corner before he can press it, though, and talk him down into taking another approach for now.

The Meeting

November 2nd:

It’s Niki’s birthday party. A fun-filled gathering hosted by Karl at his new Haunted Mansion, featuring several members of the SMP. Wilbur and Quackity are both there, and hang around after the party to sing love-hate songs to one another while playing the guitar. After Quackity sings one last song to Wilbur, though, things turn south. Wilbur tells Quackity that he’s going to blow up Manberg, and Quackity is going to watch. Everyone runs to Manberg in a panic as Wilbur starts playing the chords to Hallelujah. He begins to sing the L’manburg National Anthem in preparation, but Quackity manages to convince him not to do it. Wilbur gives Quackity an ultimatum: set up a meeting with Schlatt by the coming Friday, or Manberg gets blown to smithereens.

November 6th:

Friday comes. Quackity and Schlatt have a meeting in which Quackity attempts to trick Schlatt into signing away his presidency. Schlatt doesn’t fall for it. He, Quackity and Tommy wander through the woods while Wilbur makes his way to the button. But Schlatt reveals that he’d found out about the Button Room, and he’d disconnected the button’s redstone and moved the TNT somewhere else.

Coincidentally, Fundy had just done a massive prank marathon the day before, and one of his many pranks was to fill Pogtopia to the brim with buttons…loads, and loads, of buttons.

Everyone meets in Pogtopia. Badboyhalo arrives as well, and Fundy comes to reveal his Spy’s Diary, a book of information he’d collected on Schlatt throughout the entire administration with details on Schlatt’s deteriorating health. Wilbur starts to realize that instead of no one being on their side, everyone was on their side. Just as he comes to that idea, though, Dream joins the call and there’s another reveal: a traitor in their midst. Wilbur and Dream agree to end things for good on November 16th: the final war for L’manburg’s fate.

Pet War III: The Panda Skirmish

November 5th:

While in the jungle, Punz finds a panda and Sapnap helps retrieve it, saying that if anyone touches the panda, who they named Dumptruck, it would be a battle.

Once they get back, though, Antfrost, with assistance from Badboyhalo, attempts to steal the panda for the animal sanctuary. During the movement of the panda around from place to place as Punz and Sapnap attempt to get it back, the panda dies due to Punz’ armor enchantments. They blame the Badlands for the panda’s death, as if they hadn’t tried to steal it, the panda would still be alive.

As things break out into all-out war, Sam joins the fray to help the Badlands. Sapnap threatens Fran, saying Fran would not be able to come back if the dog died.

The battle ends in the victory of the Dream SMP members, and the defeat of the Badlands.

Pet War IV: The Final Pet War

November 15th:

The night before the final war, Tommy and Sapnap finally have their confrontation about Sapnap stealing Tommy’s horse, Juorse, not too long before.

Tommy and Techno meet with Sapnap. Sapnap, surprisingly, advocates for talking out the conflict instead of immediately breaking out into fighting. All he wanted was Mars back.

They meet at the Community House and negotiate. While Sapnap returned Juorse to Tommy, however, Tommy refused to give up Mars. Sapnap killed Juorse in retaliation, angering Tommy. Tommy runs away, while Dream and George join the server with the intention to kill Sapnap for an unexplained reason.

After a chase, Tommy is led to Sapnap’s secret base and shown his remaining pets. Sapnap tells Tommy to kill them. Tommy, refusing to stoop to Sapnap’s pet-killing level, says no. To settle the conflict, Sapnap and Tommy agree to a duel at Eret’s museum. Sapnap wins very quickly. While Tommy is being made fun of by the others, though, Sapnap is gracious and does not. He respects Tommy as an opponent, and the two go off on their own to talk.

Tommy tells Sapnap that all the Pet Wars have to end, for good this time. He says Sapnap has to let go of Mars. If he truly loves Mars, and doesn’t want to see her passed around as a bargaining chip forever, she should be freed.

Sapnap, though saddened, agrees, and they set Mars free at the shore, watching her swim out to sea.

Free at last.

The Manberg-Pogtopia War: Finale of Season One

November 16th:

It’s war day. All hell is about to break loose. Dawn of the finale.

Tubbo logs on to prepare, and ends up getting stalked and killed by Dream. Dream allows him to retrieve his items, though – it was just a show of strength.

Quackity and Tubbo share a few moments of reflection together. They discuss who could possibly be the traitor. They both suspect Tommy.

On top of Ponk’s tower, they make a promise to each other. At the count of ten, they would stand opposite each other with the Eye blocking their view, and would, at the same time, take a step to one side. Towards the city if they would stay and fight, and towards the forest if they would run. The count reaches zero: they both step to the side to fight.

Tubbo starts to question if this is all just history repeating itself, if every war since the Disc War is just bound to end in defeat.

Karl attempts to bribe pretty much everyone on the Pogtopia side to join Manberg, with little success.

Eret is confronted by Dream, who asks him where his power comes from. Eret says respect, but Dream says the only reason Eret is king is because of an axe and a shield: the people who fight in his name. Dream warns Eret to stay neutral, sit on his throne and look pretty. Eret decides to betray, and Dream revokes his kingship. In Eret’s place he puts George, fulfilling his promise from the first L’manburg war. George is pleased, and then goes off to continue building a little mushroom house for himself, which would of course go on to become a vital plot point of Season Two.

Eret joins the Pogtopians (minus Tommy and Wilbur) at Manberg. They head to a little spot by the sea and set up a board to discuss who is on their side, and who is not. Meanwhile, Tommy and Wilbur log on together. Tommy protects the L’mantree in a wall of obsidian, and beneath the Power Tower, Tommy plays the disc Mellohi and Wilbur rants, threatening to blow up the country.

Everyone meets in Pogtopia. Wilbur has also started to give out blue dye, which he calls “blue.” Techno leads them all to his secret base and the vault beneath, revealing all the items he’d grinded for. Everyone stocks up on supplies, but they didn’t realize that the Netherite armor was full of useless enchantments that Techno had put on it to disguise the truth: that he was planning on fighting them all along.

Everyone then charges across Tommy’s bridge to Manberg and ascends Eret’s second tower to shoot down on the Manbergians. The fight continues on the ground, ending with Dream asking Wilbur to talk. It was time to negotiate for Manberg’s surrender.

He leads everyone to Schlatt, who was hiding out in the Camarvan completely drunk. Everyone gathers around Schlatt as he gives his last words, last rants, and then abruptly dies of a heart attack or stroke. Everyone is surprised, but uneasily happy.

Wilbur makes Tommy the President. Tommy goes up on the podium to give a speech, but says he can’t be the President right now: he still has a Disc War with Dream to fight. Instead, he makes Wilbur the President.

Wilbur gives a speech, but says he can’t be President as well. Instead, he gives the Presidency to Tubbo. (This is the point where, on Philza’s Hardcore stream, he tunes in to hear Tubbo’s speech)

Tubbo gives a speech and actually accepts the Presidency. Wilbur says he’ll be right back and heads off, causing Phil some concern. Wilbur heads to the button room, Phil realizes what’s going on, and Phil scrambles to get on the server, desperate to stop his son.

During Tubbo’s speech, Dream messages Techno, pointing out that Techno is anti-government. Techno doesn’t like how this is going, and decides to assassinate Tubbo with his rocket launcher, causing panic. A fight breaks out.

Tommy and the others are told by Dream that there is a traitor: the traitor is Wilbur. Everyone realizes in horror that Wilbur is nowhere to be seen.

Wilbur is confronted in the button room by Phil. He gives a short speech before giving his final line: “It was never meant to be,” and presses the button. Manberg goes up in a blast. Afterwards, as Tommy and the others watch, Wilbur begs Phil to kill him, and Phil does.

Techno tells Tommy the tale of Theseus and spawns two withers.

“Do you want to be a hero, Tommy? Then die like one!”

Wilbur respawns, wanders around the SMP, has a short moment at Eret’s museum and then returns to Manberg, at which point he gets attacked by a wither. He decides to end stream, and declares Tubbo the President of a crater.

In the aftermath of the final battle, everyone surveys the damage. Tubbo creates his new cabinet, Techno and Phil speak with one another as well.

Tommy, Tubbo and Dream all agree to a moment of truce as they listen to a disc at the bench together, sitting side by side.

With that, Season One draws to a close.

It’s not the end.

Just a new beginning.

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...And that’s about it for now!

Season One of the Dream SMP was a half-year-long wild ride to experience, full of countless fond memories and all-around good times.

Here’s to what comes next!

I hope you enjoyed!

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modern au tae ideas?

i liked that fic where she was a sophomore college student just trying to get by (the fic's deleted now). In that case she’d be one who’d get a master’s degree and other additional accreditational stuff. Maybe go into phds too? and also a teaching and research job at university.

and also that fic where she's a go getter career office woman

but if i had to make up my own

note that this is in a philippine setting okay? i'm just gonna throw in the side hustles of everyone I know.

she'd have that work/grind attitude. Like she'll be the type who'll go into selling health insurance / life plans to all her friends while also doing those multi-level marketing things that focus on beauty products and vitamins. Occasionally she dabbles on selling real estate too, attending seminars, going to PKS, enticing customers in malls to buy condominiums and other sht.

Then she'll also go into stock exchange, trade, NFTs (i know nft is a flop but bear with me, it did earn her money for a while).

Since she's into real estate, she'd have a few decent properties that she'd rent out for airbnb.

She also buys and sells antique kimono, clean them, model them and sell them on an online shop.

All the while being an instructor in a dojo. Swinging a stick and occassionally beating up students/fellow teachers is how she releases her stress.

I wanna put her in a marketing/sales job honestly.

And look, she's excellent at people pleasing. Flirting with male colleagues and making them buy her sht. She's also good at convincing other female, trans, lgbtqia+, senior employees of buying her sht. She leads the teams during office parties and organizes the decorations and entertainment. The bosses love her take-no-sht attitude. Some people try to knock her down. They succeed but she will always find a way out and come out on top somehow.

She'd be one of those people who use mugs and decor with cheesy catchphrases such as

"GIRLBOSS"

"HE WHO DOES NOT WORK DOES NOT EAT -Proverbs 12:27"

"NO PAIN NO GAIN"

"JUST DO IT - NIKE"

"FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT"

“BOSS ASS BITCH”

Her refrigerator is stocked full of expensive Haagen Das and all those luxury ice creams coz hey if she's making money she might as well INDULGE.

Also an entire room in hers and shinpachi's house is chock full of BZ's.

Does she sleep? No. She runs on caffeine, ice cream, pure energy and chaos. Does she burn out? Also No. She's one of those neurodivergent types who can't stop won't stop even when they're out of gas.

Shinpachi loves her but even he gets dizzy with how chaotic his sister's life is. The odd jobs guy next door, is hella more relaxed and easygoing compared to her.

He adores them both though and they all get along because aneue and odd jobs guy have both the same greed for money lol. He cooks for both of them coz he's the only sane guy left in town.

Also like.. the village elder has taken a liking to her and is pushing Otae to be the next leader of community projects.

Works well for Otae though. She thrives on solving problems, creating problems and making people buy her sht.

Bonus if she had a short stint as a hostess and is aware of how the system treats those workers. She’d go into soft activism against unjust practices by the government and yakuza BECAUSE OF COURSE SHE DOES.

go girl

I can never be like you

but kudos all the same.

#tae shimura #shimura tae #otae thoughts #modern au #otae would be RELENTLESS #u know she sings all songs of isabella mirbelle and luisa from encanto coz they just GET HER #irl i would hate her and admire her so bad i would just resign from my job and die #shes gonna die early #dont worry shinpachi gin san and kagura will make sure she slows down #kinda forgot abt the whole inheritance thing tbh #the dojo is inheritance shinpachi is the other master

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What Lives Beneath Our Skin | Feysand x everyone

Customarily, I will post a oneshot when I am between multi-chapter fics, like a sort of palette cleaner and to give them space to breathe a little. My last fic was a soft and fluffy teenage thing, and so I felt the need to write something dark and twisty and utterly the opposite for this spacer. Apologies to those who joined my tag list during the last fic and came here for the cutes😅 CW: trauma, drug use, abusive relationships, orgy, smut oh lord the smut.

Feyre thought that once she left Tamlin she'd feel free, and in many ways of course she did. In other ways, she felt completely, desolately alone.

It was not all as simple as people made it out to be. In an abusive and traumatic relationship, she had also left behind a life, a lovely house, more comfort and stability that she had ever had in her life. And the only friend she had in the world. Yes it was the right thing to do, but Feyre had loved Tamlin, and the way he had plucked her out of her grey and meagre existence beforehand.

So now that she was in her own apartment, with its clean white walls and soft white sheets, she knew it was the right decision. But the future stretched out before her like an empty desert. Gone was the fear, the anxiety, the walking on eggshells, the anger, the screaming into her pillow until her throat felt like glass. Gone was the make-up sex, the apologies under his tongue, the extravagant gifts, the promises of a paradise-life, the addictive intensity of when he said he couldn't live without her, and she believed him. The silence rang in her ears and she had not one soul she could call to fill it. Tamlin had made sure of that.

Over the weeks after her departure, Feyre wandered the grocery aisles, took walks in the park, and packed her few belongings away. By the end of the month, Feyre was so numb she wondered whether she would ever feel anything again. Wondered whether maybe this was the price she paid for falling for Tamlin, and for leaving him. And then a guy on the street handed her a flyer for an underground nightclub, and she thought, fuck it. Sure the whole scene was obnoxious and depraved, but maybe the volume might drown out the white noise in her head.

And that's how Feyre found herself standing outside Ramiel, a club she had not known existed twenty four hours ago. She thought she might be nervous, standing out here in the cold, the bass already lapping at her from inside. But instead, she just felt nothing. Had felt nothing all day, even as she pulled on a short black dress with long sleeves and cut outs over the torso, that Tamlin would have forbade her to wear because he hated it when men looked at her, and that Feyre previously had come to feel shame for. But she'd never thrown it away, and now she was wearing it into a thick crowd of people in the hopes that she might feel something, anything at all. Feyre pushed open the door, and the sound swept over her like a tidal wave.

Inside, everything was not so much a sensory overload as a sensory avalanche. Coloured lights pulsed with the throb of the music, and the smell of smoke machines and a hundred sweaty dancers reached toward Feyre with clawing fingers. She made a beeline to the bar, and swallowed a shot before ordering another.

"Rough night?"

The voice filtered through the chaos. Feyre turned and found a young man leaning against the bar, his head cocked and his smile bright. Feyre tried to smile back, and couldn't quite remember how.

"Rough year," she said, settling for a grimace. The man stepped closer, wearing a singlet and tight jeans, and gold bands on his arms that glittered against his dark skin. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Are you here with anyone?" "No," Feyre said. "I don't know anyone." "Well, you can know me if you like. My name is Helion." "Feyre," she replied. Helion picked up his drink and they clinked their glasses together. Helion watched as Feyre downed hers without flinching. His eyes were gentle. "You're not doing so well, are you?" he asked. Feyre shrugged. "Is anyone?" "Fair enough. What did you come here for?" Feyre barked a hard laugh. "To feel. Anything." Helion didn't answer for a while. Then he said, "Okay. You need to meet Rhysand."

Helion took her hand and led her to the dancefloor. Feyre didn't protest, just trailed after him and wondered if the press of other human bodies might spark anything back to life in her.

"There," Helion shouted near her ear. "Go dance with him," he said, and pointed her to a black-haired man in the middle of the crowd.

"Aren't I dancing with you?" Feyre shouted back. Helion grinned. "Dance with all of us, honey!" And then he pushed her toward Rhys.

Rhys, at least who Feyre assumed was Rhys, was dressed in black and dancing with his eyes closed. With his golden-brown skin, thick raven hair, and sharp cheekbones, he might well have been the most beautiful man Feyre had ever seen. He had his hands on the hips of another handsome man with white hair and dark skin, who at this moment had his mouth on Rhys' neck. Then Rhys opened his eyes, and without taking his hands from the man he was dancing with, locked his gaze with Feyre's.

Feyre didn't quite know what to do. She stood there awkwardly in the throng of dancers, and then Helion reappeared next to her.

"Oh," he said. "And, take this." He pressed a round, white pill to Feyre's lips, and she opened for him and swallowed. Helion disappeared again, and now Rhys was extending one hand to her. She walked toward him, and the other man looked up at her too. When she touched Rhys' hand, he pulled her between him and the other man, and settled her hands around his neck.

"Hello," he said. It didn't sound like he was shouting, but Feyre could somehow hear him perfectly. "Friend of Helion's are you?" "Sort of," Feyre replied. Rhys hadn't stopped dancing, and she began to move with him now. The man behind her glided his hands down her arms, and began to move up behind her.

"I'm Rhys," Rhys said, "And this is Tarquin." "I'm Feyre," she said, glancing back at Tarquin. "Hello Feyre," Tarquin said in her ear. "Would you like to make out with us?" Feyre looked nervously back at Rhys, and then said, "Sure." So Rhys kissed her with his mouth open, and his tongue tasted like citrus and the sea.

It took a second, it was not an immediate thing like so much thunder and lightning. But rather, her body woke slow like molten rock as Rhys kissed her, the heat pooling in her stomach and snaking lazily down her limbs until she was full of it, and then she opened her eyes and found Rhys staring at her, pupils blown wide and something like stars in the liquid black of them. And in hindsight, that was the moment Feyre would remember that she felt everything, and the numbness that had surrounded her for the past few weeks fell away at her feet.

It wasn't that she felt okay again, it wasn't that she felt whole or happy or healed. But she felt: felt Rhys' hands at her back and the solidity of his chest beneath her fingers, and now there was Tarquin gripping her hips and breathing against her neck, and then Helion found them and he had one hand beneath Feyre's hair and the other in Rhys' back pocket. So she leaned in, wanted everything, and her skin came alive and at least in this moment, she was in her body and not floating twenty feet above it all. And then the little pill Helion had given her kicked in and the night began to speed past in flashes like the strobe lights of the club dictated time itself. It could have been ten seconds or ten hours, Feyre didn't know and really, truly did not care.

One: Tarquin was grinding into her backside, and the movement was pushing her up against Rhys, who had his thigh planted between her legs. She could feel them everywhere- one behind her and one in front, covering every inch of her skin and making her so over-sensitised she was shivering between them.

Two: Rhys had pulled away from her to kiss Tarquin over her shoulder, but now Helion was pulling her chin toward him. His teeth were very white against his dark skin, and sharp against her bottom lip. The pain of it was delicious.

Three: Tarquin's hands had found the cutouts in her dress, and his fingers were skating over the patches of bare skin there, while Rhys was cupping her ass and pulling her against the hardness that was now pressing below her navel. Helion was massaging the back of Rhys' neck, and his mouth had not left Feyre's. The spiral tension inside her wound tighter.

Four: Three new people appeared, Feyre did not remember when or where they came from, but someone told her their names were Morrigan, Cassian and Azriel. At first, they stood in their own group and Feyre stayed with hers. But then Feyre was being handed to them and she had Cassian on her left and Azriel on her right, Cassian's lips on her shoulder and Azriel's hands on her hips. Mor stood in front of her, and cupped her face with so much gentleness before she kissed her.

Five: Rhys had yanked her back to him, but now Azriel stood behind him and Rhys had one of his arms curled up around Azriel's neck as he licked his way up toward Rhys' ear. Cassian came up behind Feyre so she and Rhys were sandwiched behind the two newcomers. He scraped his teeth in the join of her neck and shoulder.The crush of the dancers surrounding them all pushed them even closer together, and Feyre's thoughts swirled in her head.

Six: They were in a car now, although Feyre didn't remember leaving the club. Suddenly it was quieter, and darker. There seemed to be a lot of room- were they in a limo?- which allowed for all six of them to be seated together, hands and mouths wandering, Mor's giggle floating above them and Rhys' hand firmly on her leg the whole time, bumping up a little higher every time the car jostled them. Helion's white smile stayed behind her eyelids like spots after a bright light.

Seven: They were back at someone's house, Helion's maybe. They were piling into his room, shoes were being dropped on the floor, shirts were being pulled over heads. His bed was the most enormous thing Feyre had ever seen. Helion pushed Rhys toward it first, and as Rhys slid up toward the pillows he grabbed Feyre and took her with him. Cassian followed, and as Feyre turned the glow in his eyes as he stalked toward her set her heart racing.

Eight: Feyre was now on top of Rhys, and wasn't sure where everyone else was but knew they were all naked by this point. Rhys was moving her over his cock, Cassian was licking her out from behind. Pleasure bloomed in her chest, for the first time in a very long time. Azriel has his lips on Feyre's nipple while Mor sucked him off. Helion had his fingers inside Mor, and his dick in Tarquin's mouth. Tarquin's hand squeezed over her ass.

Nine: Everyone had moved enough times that Feyre had lost all track of who was where, except that Rhys was with her. Was currently fucking her from behind, while she kissed someone she was pretty sure was Mor. Then someone else had their fingers over her clit, Mor was beginning to breathe eratically into her mouth like someone else was getting her off. She thought she could pick out Cassian's groan but she didn't know where he might be or who might be causing it. She did know that someone was now lightly rubbing her asshole, and she was about to climax.

Ten: Rhys came on her back, and then someone else was pushing into her, Tarquin maybe, pounding her while Rhys slid under her and the fingers that had been on her clit were replaced by his tongue. She came in shudders, for what felt like ages, and then collapsed, Tarquin sliding out of her and fucking Helion instead. Feyre lost track of them, then Rhys was there wiping her off with a towel and pulling her into his arms. Feyre started to fade in and out of consciousness, but could hear others find their release too and start slowing down as well.

When Feyre next opened her eyes, time was moving normally again. Rhys was slowly stroking up and down her arm, and around her, the others slept. There was someone lying behind her, someone lying across the bed at her feet, someone behind Rhys. Helion's bed fit them all.

"So what are you running from?" Rhys asked her, very quietly. "How do you know I'm running?" Feyre asked. "Helion has a way of finding lost souls and trying to help them get some human connection." Feyre was quiet for a moment.

"I have... nightmares. Bad dreams when I'm asleep, and absolutely nothing when I'm awake. Just horrible silence." "And do your nightmares have a name?" Rhys asked. "Yes," Feyre said. "His name is Tamlin. I know the worst is over, but it's like he's still getting to me." "I have nightmares too," Rhys said. "Sometimes, I come here and when I'm surrounded by all these people I don't dream." "What are your nightmares called?" Rhys breathed in deeply, and then back out. "Aramantha," was all he said.

****

Well, I hate to not give you a happy ending but I'm sure you can extrapolate from there. Feyre will call Rhys sometime in the daytime, and being with him alone will be crazy intense but also so grounding for her. And they will both get better.

Anyway this was a super different type of thing for me, from the content to the style so... I hope you still got something out of it.

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cancerbiophd · 3 years ago

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I'm searching for a gap year job and I'm looking at a lot of lab tech positions. The lab I'm in now has 6 full time researchers and a few undergrads, but the lab I'm looking to join has about 40 people total and I'm kind of nervous about that big of a switch. Are there benefits to working in a large lab?

Hello Anon!

During my gap year(s) I also worked as a lab tech in a medium-ish sized lab (13 people), that was then part of a close-knit department comprised of 40+ people. We regularly worked with everything, including going to all the meetings, sharing equipment, collaborating on experiments, etc. It was like being in a lab inside a lab! Here are my own pros vs cons of working in a huge lab:

Pros:

A history of success. A lab doesn't become that large without a constant flow of grant money, and a constant flow of grant money usually means a regular churning out of high-quality publications from high-quality research.

Lots of resources: be it mentors, equipment, lab space (hopefully), money (presumably), internal and external collaborators, and sources of help. There was never a moment where I couldn’t find at least one person to help me out with something. A note about mentors: a large lab will usually have Scientists (with PhD's) who head their own projects. So the chain of supervising would go to them first, then the PI.

More variety of cool research to do and learn about. This is great if you have a passion for learning new techniques, and will also broaden your CV. In addition, if you help out with various projects, you have the opportunity to be a co-author on all those papers.

Usually will have more dedicated positions, like a lab manager whose full time job is only admin-related stuff, or someone who cleans all the glassware/makes cell media/etc. It takes the multi-tasking away from actual research.

Really organized. You just have to be in an environment like this (but on the downside, if someone deviates from the organization system in place, it could cause more chaos than in a smaller lab with less material).

Company at all times. There will always be someone around, so that's great if you don't like to ever be alone in the lab.

More redundancy in expertise. One downside of a small lab is that if one members is out, their project would come to a grinding halt (or they’ll be bombarded with inquires about where things are and how to do this and that--super frustrating). But in larger labs, the other members can help out.

Your lab will probably be well known, even outside of the institution, so that's useful in leveraging that "brand" during the rest of your career.

Related, you will have a large network of lab alumni who can also help you in your next career steps.

More variety of fun outside-of-lab activities. The large lab I was a part of had amazing potlucks (sooo much food) and even their own soccer games on the weekend.

Cons:

Can be overwhelming, even months in. The learning curve will be higher for fully understanding all the different projects happening at once.

PI may be spread thin, and may not give you the one-on-one time you want (but that can be remedied by the presence of other mentors in the lab).

Can be loud and slightly chaotic at times, which just comes with the territory of being around more people. There may also be a higher chance of interpersonal friction between lab members.

More people will be using the same equipment, so planning and communication are crucial to properly share them.

Personal work space (like your own desk or lab bench) may be limited. Hopefully the lab isn't hiring more people than it can fit, but if having your own space is important to you, be sure to inquire about that during the interview.

Specifically for Covid-19: Social distancing may be harder, and there may be personnel scheduling “rotations” in place (like spreading out shifts during the day, which may involve some members coming in during the evenings/weekends). This is something to definitely bring up in your interviews.

That’s all I can think about from the top of my head. If anyone else has experience working in large labs, feel free to chime in!

Good luck anon with your job hunt! I hope it all works out.

#lab advice

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marvelous-maximilian · 4 years ago

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Tony not-so-subtly wrinkles his nose, and Howard can’t help but empathize. He, too, is beginning to lose his patience, and would quite literally do anything to get out of this conversation as quickly as possible. Their audience, however— a senator who knows just enough about rocket science to bullshit his way into looking like he knows what he’s talking about— isn’t really giving the Starks an opening to hightail it out of the interaction.

Obadiah had been getting on Howard’s case, recently, for rather understandable reasons. He was the CEO of a multi-million dollar company, whose wife had recently died, and he had vanished from the public eye for months. The longer he stayed in isolation, the more people wanted a story, and many have already begun to weave conspiracy theories and outright slander. After a certain amount of months, the story that he was busy ‘grieving’ seemed too flimsy to the public, apparently. The board was getting restless, a point Obadiah kept making, and so Howard had no choice but to accept an invitation to a charity event. One that Maria would typically be the one to attend.

Of course, many had expected Howard to come alone, like he usually did when he went out to make connections. Instead, he had taken a leaf from his late wife’s book and brought along Tony, and went even further to bring along Peggy and an agent of hers by the name of Nick Fury. He can’t understand why people would be surprised by this. There’s no way in hell he’s letting his son out of his sight, not even for a single night. Besides, Tony was always seen at charity events alongside his mother. Howard may not be Maria, but he was still Tony’s parent, and there was nothing wrong with keeping this unofficial tradition of attending charities together alive.

Unfortunately, not everyone seemed to agree with that line of reasoning. While a good half of the attendees were charmed with Antonio, having met him before on many occasions and were quite used to his quick wit and abundant intelligence, the other half that Howard was more familiar with were... Condescending at best. At worst, they were downright insulting.

The amount of times the Starks had to endure blatantly false accusations of Howard buying Tony’s way through his schooling, from both business rivals and supposed partners, was enough to really get their blood boiling. Many were too caught up in their own egos to catch Tony’s displays of higher knowledge. Some even laughed and called him ‘cute’ when he attempted to open a discussion on artificial intelligence.

(Howard can already tell that Tony is going to take those personal insults and use it to fuel his ambitions. He doesn’t know where, exactly, his son got it into his head to pave the way for real, fully-functional artificial intelligence, but from the few comments the boy had made, Howard had no doubts that he will succeed. When Tony was focused, practically nothing could shake him out of it until he was finished with the job.)

This senator in particular seemed to be among the variety who wasn’t attempting to be insulting, but certainly came off that way. He spoke like he was the smartest man in the room— which, considering the amount of scientists in the room, he most definitely was not. He had continuously brushed away every attempt at conversation Tony made with a shake of the head, pointing a look towards Howard in a ‘kids these days, they think they know everything’ sort of expression.

As if Howard would agree. Christ, it really had him grinding his teeth.

Things really came to a head when the senator ruffled Tony’s hair.

Let it be known that Antonio Edward Stark did not like being touched by people unless they were either family, or had explicit permission to do so. He didn’t like hugs from strangers, he didn’t like it when old ladies pinched his cheeks, and he very much did not like having his hair tousled by grown know-it-alls who can’t help talking down to people who are smarter than them.

“You should carry a plant around,” Tony said, fluttering his eyelashes in that all-too-innocent way he does before he says something that’s bound to make Howard lose his marbles. Big eyes paired with his now mildly messy hair, he looked like the picture of sweetness.

As a businessman, Howard should probably make some attempt at stopping his son from insulting any of the other guests, regardless of how absolutely infuriating they are. Especially when they’re someone in such a high position of power. As a father, he’s rather looking forward to whatever his kid has to say, regardless of the many scrutinizing eyes on them.

Fatherhood wins out, so he stays quiet, letting the senator dig his grave as the man leans down and starts to talk like the patronizing imbecile he is.

“And why is that, young man?”

“To replace the oxygen you waste whenever you talk,” Tony replies, grinning back sharply. Beside Howard, Peggy chokes on a sip of apple cider, and starts coughing.

Around them, the noise of the other guests decrease in volume, many having overheard. The coughs seem to echo a bit in the silence, so Fury guides Peggy away from the center of attention, blending into the crowd, but keeping an eye on the Starks. Neither agents want to end up with their faces plastered in the tabloids, but they still have a job to do.

The click of a camera goes off.

“Tony,” Howard scolds, putting on the act of a disappointed father. “I’m so sorry for my son’s behavior, if you could excuse me for a moment—”

He picks Tony up and into his arms, then walks away, not bothering to wait around for Senator What's-his-name’s remarks. As soon as they’re far enough, out of earshot and away from the majority of the eyes that had witnessed the interaction, Howard leans towards his son’s ear.

“Do you have any idea,” he whispers, “Any idea, how difficult it was not to laugh?”

Tony giggles, and buries his face into his dad’s shoulder, body shaking in a way that, to those peering from the outside, made it look as though he were crying.

“Seriously. Fantastic performance, Tony,” he continues to whisper. “You’d do pretty good as an actor. I think you deserve a reward.”

“Make it something that looks like you’re trying to shut me up,” Tony suggests, mumbling into Howard’s coat.

“Great idea. Let’s go get you some juice, yeah? You’re probably thirsty, I bet.”

“Orange juice?”

“I don’t see any spread out, but I’ll ask one of the staff.”

They don’t have orange juice, but they do have banana milkshakes, for whatever reason, and although that isn’t what Tony was hoping for, he takes it anyways. A flute of champagne is also offered to Howard, which the man isn’t too happy about, but he still accepts it with a smile. It’s not like he has to drink any of it, right?

Tony seems to have the same idea, because after a small sip of his milkshake, he clearly decides that he hates it. The boy doesn’t show it in his expression, but the carefully blank mask is just as much of a tell as scrunching up his face would be.

“Don’t like bananas?”

“I do,” Tony assures, slightly turning his nose away from his glass. “I don’t think I like it mixed with milk though.”

Howard chuckles and pats his son’s head.

“You don’t have to drink it, then. C’mon, let’s go get Peggy and leave. We’ve been here long enough, and I’m sure we’ve got some orange juice at home.”

After abandoning the milkshake and champagne, they find Peggy and the younger agent, Nick, not too far, the two having been watching the Starks from the crowd. The journey home is not necessarily long— not even a full hour away, in fact— but it’s long enough that Tony ends up falling to sleep against his father’s side in the car. It’s not the first time Tony’s fallen asleep beside Howard, but the novelty of it never seems to wear off whenever it happens.

When they roll up into the driveway, rather than waking his son, Howard lifts him up and carries him towards his room, walking past SHIELD agents who aren’t all that great at pretending they’re not completely amused by how adorable a sight the father and son duo make. Or maybe they just think Tony is adorable, which would make sense considering they’re all wrapped around the kid’s finger.

Halfway towards the bedroom, Tony blinks himself awake, grumpily squinting up at his father. Howard gives him a fond smile, about to tell him to go back to sleep, when things suddenly go to shit.

Tony’s face twists up in pain, and he starts crying.

“Antonio?!”

Immediately, Howard kneels down and sets Tony onto the ground, and SHIELD agents begin to crowd in.

“Papá,” Tony groans, wrapping his arms around his stomach. “Papá, fa male.”

“Maybe it’s food poisoning,” one of the SHIELD agents suggests, which makes the universe decide to prove them wrong, evidently, because that’s the exact moment Tony turns on his side and starts vomiting blood.

Howard freezes up, breath stuttering to a stop. He sees Maria and Tony’s faces side by side, and it’s like his world is crumbling around him. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know if he can do anything, and the panic taking over him is drowning out the voices and chaos.

“Out of the way!”

Peggy pushes past the SHIELD agents, clapping a hand on Howard’s shoulder, forcefully turning him to look at her.

“Howard, pick him up. We’ve got to go.”

“What?”

“The hospital,” Peggy explains. “Pick him up, we’re getting back in the car and driving to the hospital. Now.”

Her instructions bulldozes through his panic and has him spurned to action. Not even a minute later, they’re speeding towards the nearest hospital.

#Tony Stark #Howard Stark #Howard Stark lives #Peggy Carter #Italian Tony Stark #Marvel Cinematic Universe #MCU #Marvel #Poisoning #Canon Divergence #A Decade Makes a Difference #Kid Tony Stark

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Thicker than water [3/3] - Prompt: Healing

Authors' notes:

Written for Elsanna Week 2021 prompt: Healing

Thank you for your patronage so far. A quick shout out to cs6ice and JYN044 for beta-ing this piece. It's been a struggle to write this given my RL situation, but I saw it through, thanks to your lovely support. I am resuming my multi-chapter story, You Belong to Me soon so if you are into War AU, check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23067358

Chapter 3: Finale

Ana miscalculated. A red energy blast knocked her on her chest, hurling the mage through the stone wall. She cried out as white-hot pain exploded at the bottom of her skull. Her world was spinning — she was at the cusp of blacking out. Her tired eyes blinked, willing herself to stay conscious. She could not afford to pass out right now. There was too much at stake here, including her Servant’s safety.

Focus, Ana. This fight is far from over.

Just when Anatasia was about to regain her composure, her keen eyes spotted a blur of motion entering her periphery. She lunged sideways only in time to dodge several blade-like projectiles flying towards her. The mage rolled away and sought cover inside a narrow gap underneath a heap of rock debris.

“Foolish girl. You are just prolonging your death.”

Her temporary shelter shook as her enemy rained fury from above.

“You are the worst opponent I have faced so far,” Morgan mocked. “Why don’t you grow a spine and fight me like a true Master? Or you are just as useless as your Servant?”

Anatasia chewed her lower lip. Things were not looking good for her. It would only be a matter of time before the makeshift fortress collapsed under the Sorceress’s continuous assault. She would have to come out of hiding and face her enemy head-on.

The grinding pain below her chest was a grim reminder of her precarious situation. Had it not been for Elsa’s ice armour, she would have been paralysed or died of internal bleeding when the Berserker struck her with his club. The impact was so severe that it left visible cracks on the armour. Without Elsa’s magic to reinforce the structure, the armour would soon break. Being vulnerable chilled Anatasia to the core.

A glint of gold caught her attention. Her eyes traced it to a necklace hanging around her neck. She fingered the diamond-shaped pendant, swallowing a lump forming in her throat. Pabbie’s words rang in her mind.

“The Aeternus amplifies the user’s Mana, giving the person unlimited supply.” The shopkeeper pressed the bridge of his spectacles, his ominous gaze piercing. “However, a word of caution. The pendant feeds on the wearer’s life force. If you are not careful, your body will collapse.” He placed the jewellery in her hand and closed it. “Use it with care, Ana. Once it’s activated, there is no turning back.”

She clasped the pendant in her palm and yanked it off.

“I’m sorry, Pabbie.”

A green hue enveloped her body as she uttered an incantation. Rich Mana swelled inside her magic circuits, evidenced by the raised markings on her forearms. Her pain ebbed away into nothingness.

She smiled.

It’s time to up my game.

Anatasia cried out as she threw her fist forward. A crackle of lightning shot out from her fingertips and flew towards her enemy.

Sorceress Morgan evaded with ease. “Your tricks won’t work on me, girl. I am aeons more experienced than you. Argh!” Her bragging was cut short by sharp pain from her back. The Servant crashed into the ground with an earth-shattering impact.

Anatasia snorted. “You talk too much.” She cracked her knuckles and dived in like a hawk. As soon as Sorceress Morgan emerged from the rubble, Ana produced electricity from her fingertips and landed on her enemy. An explosion followed, forming clouds of dust in the surrounding area.

Did I get her?

A blurring shadow zoomed past Anatasia. She backed off and crossed her arms. A translucent screen appeared in front of the mage, just in time to shield herself from a cluster of energy balls. In the subsequent fraction of a second, she dissolved her barrier and retaliated with a few thunderbolts. The opposing elements collided with an explosive bang, littering the ground with shattered fragments. Anatasia’s keen eyes spotted an opening amid the chaos.

The Sorceress seemed to be disoriented by the blast. The mage charged forward with sparks of electricity crackling on her fingers. Their gaze met for a brief second before Anatasia somersaulted and plunged her fists into the Sorceress’s back. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the older woman chuckled.

“Is this the best you can do?”

Blinding pain exploded at her midsection. She glanced down and saw a dagger lodged into her torso. Blood splattered from her mouth, staining the ground beneath. She staggered a little as her body took in the shock and fell backwards. Before she could react, cruel fingers clamped a fistful of locks and yanked upwards, forcing the wounded mage to face her. Teal eyes widened like a saucer plate at the sight of her menacing glare. A hand connected with her cheek, the sudden force snapped her head to the side.

“Arrogant bitch!” the Sorceress spat. Black spots filled her vision. “I wanted to let you off with a quick death, but now I have changed my mind.” Anatasia let out a hoarse cry as Morgan grabbed the pommel and twisted the blade. “I will make you rue the day you crossed me, Mage. Now sing for me.”

Anatasia flailed as her frame levitated in mid-air. The pain Anatasia was experiencing multiplied tenfold with a flick of the Sorceress’s wrist. An invisible force forced her to spread eagle; each limb stretched to the limit. White-hot pain frayed her nerves when her joints gave into the tension and popped out of their sockets. She could not hold back an ear-piercing scream as her arms and legs twisted further, wringing her like wet laundry. Tears of anguish poured from her red-rimmed eyes.

“I wonder how long it will take to break you down.” Morgan hovered next to the tormented Mage, stroking her cheek. “You will make a fine addition to my collection of puppets once I possess you.”

Anatasia nearly blacked out for a second when she was rammed into the ground, face first. Her nose fractured with a sickening crunch. Blood trickled down her throat. She turned sideways to expel the tangy liquid from congesting her airway, but to no avail. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen.

“You don’t get the luxury to pass out, girl. Not when I am having so much fun with you…”

A blood-curdling shriek ripped out from Anatasia’s throat. An invisible pressure was crushing her organs, threatening to smash them like a tin can. Sorceress Morgan played with her victim like a fiddle; she pulled her from the edge of unconsciousness to a full-blown agony under her ministrations, leaving the poor Mage with no reprieve from her suffering.

Please, just let me die.

Begging for the Sorceress to grant her a quick death seemed to be a desirable proposition at the moment. All she needed to do was to surrender.

I’m so sorry, Elsa. I failed you.

Anatasia chewed her lower lips in disdain. Shame engulfed her as the words of defeat played in her mind. She wished the ground would crack open and swallow her whole.

“Morgan, I…”

Before she finished, thick rows of ice spikes sprouted from the ground like bamboo shoots. Much to her delight, the ice barricade severed the Servant’s control over Anatasia, providing the wounded Mage much-needed respite.

“Ana!”

She nearly jumped out of her skin when a pair of arms wrapped around her.

“Please, no more…” she sobbed. Her mind did not register that the pair of arms were wrapped tight around her. A familiar scent triggered a whirlpool of emotions inside the young Mage. When the Arctic orbs came into Anatasia’s line of sight, she knew everything was going to be fine. She buried her head at the crook of Elsa’s neck, nuzzling for comfort.

Elsa’s here. She is not an illusion.

“Why did you…How?”

“I’m sorry, Ana. I can’t abandon you like this.”

Anatasia’s sharp ears caught Elsa letting out a soft hiss. She noticed slight tremors on her frame. Pabbie’s words came back to her. It was the counter effect of the Command Spell she had placed on her Servant. Elsa defied her commands, causing her a lot of pain.

“Elsa, you are hurting!” She struggled to wriggle out of Elsa’s hold, not wanting to cause more harm than necessary. “Get away from me!” The Servant paid no heed to her words, tightening her embrace around Anatasia.

“No, Ana.” Elsa retorted. “I am not leaving you.”

The Mage shook her head. “You will only hurt more if you are near me. The Command spell…”

Elsa interjected.

“A little pain doesn’t bother me. Besides...” Her heart stopped beating when Elsa lowered her head and caught her lips with hers. Shades of pink coloured their cheeks when they broke their kiss.

“I love you too much to let you go.”

Elsa’s words sent Anatasia to cloud nine. When their foreheads touched, she could no longer hold back her tears. All the tension bled out in hot tears streaming down Anatasia’s face. Elsa’s fingers intertwined with hers.

“Let’s get you out of here, Ana.”

With a flick of a wrist, Elsa teleported them away. Her transportation circle reappeared at an unknown location and spat them out. Elsa’s quick reflexes kicked in; she manoeuvred her body so she would cushion Anatasia as they crash-landed. Her heart stopped when she saw her friend sob hard, fearing that she had injured her in their hastened escape.

“And..?”

She shook her head. “What about the Grail? We are just one Servant away from summoning it.”

Anatasia might not have knowledge of her Servant’s past, but she knew how much the Grail meant to Elsa. Her strong-headed friend had been giving her best since day one, pushing herself in every battle they fought. It pained Anatasia to see her Servant endangering herself for the sake of duty.

“I carry an unforgivable sin, Ana. The Holy Grail is my only chance at redemption.”

Anatasia had never understood why Elsa was hell-bent on finding the Holy Grail. She recalled the flash of determination in her Servant’s eyes when she uttered those words. Something about Elsa’s unwavering resolve prevented Anatasia from pressing for answers. She trusted her Servant to share her story whenever Elsa was ready.

If winning the war would bring her friend eternal happiness, she would support her without a doubt. As much as she loved the woman, she did not have the heart to let her friend astray. Yet, the selfish part of her wanted to keep Elsa to herself. Unlike Elsa, Anatasia had nothing left to lose. Had it not been her moral compass, the Mage would have damned the universe to keep her Servant from harm’s way without batting an eye. Alas, Elsa’s well-being came first. Everything else was irrelevant to her.

The blonde caressed her cheeks. “I’ve had an epiphany. Some things are best left behind…” Anatasia shuddered when Elsa’s thumb brushed the corner of her lips. “And sometimes you need to take a leap of faith.”

“Elsa, are you sure about this?” she asked. It would not sit well with her conscience if this were a rash decision made at the expense of her Servant’s goals.

“Yes.”

That was all the assurance Anatasia needed. The moment was interrupted when her companion applied too much pressure, earning a yelp from the Mage.

“Oh, dear.. I’m so sorry.”

A frown etched on Elsa’s forehead as she examined the damage done on her Master. A slight involuntary hiss of pain escaped Anatasia’s lips when Elsa applied pressure to find out the situation. She chewed her bottom lip in disdain at the blotches of purple appearing on her skin. Some places were worse-off. One of the dislocated bones had pierced through her skin at the hip area. Elsa shot Anatasia an apologetic look.

“This is going to hurt.”

Her Master gave a weak nod. She let out a long sigh, resigning herself to the imminent pain. She fixed her gaze to Elsa’s, drawing strength from her Arctic orbs. I trust you. Unspoken words reflected behind Anatasia’s teal coloured eyes and reinforced Elsa’s vigilance. She wanted to make the experience for her Master as pleasant as she could, given the circumstances. The last thing she wanted was to cause additional pain to Anatasia.

Her left leg was Elsa’s priority. A thin sheet of ice encased her open wound with a flick of her wrist. She then laid her Master on the ground, propping her head against a flat rock. She pinned her weight on her hips while her other hand secured her knee. She chanced a glance at her friend for reassurance before getting to work. Anatasia gave her a weak smile, head bobbing in consent. The redhead did not register when Elsa moved in one quick motion, snapping the dislocated bone back into its original position. White-hot pain flashed at the affected area, but it lasted barely a fraction of a second, leaving her no opportunity to cry out.

S oft lips pressed against her damp temple, trying to reassure her. “You are doing good, Ana. Just a little more.” Elsa’s heart broke watching her Master trying to compose herself. “Please continue. I can handle it.” The slight tremor in her voice betrayed her words. The sudden flinching when she touched her was a telltale sign. Anatasia was still pretty shaken from her ordeal. Yet, despite what she had been through, Anatasia still soldiered on putting a brave face when Elsa worked on her. Come hell or high water, Anatasia vowed to bring Morgan down and end this nightmare once and for all.

Anatasia had exhausted her last bastion of strength by the time Elsa finished tending to her. She could not help herself; her body sagged into the blonde’s embrace like matching puzzle pieces. She suspected Elsa’s magic had a sedative effect on her; she could feel it in her tired eyes. Her limbs felt responsive again, despite being heavy and sore. Being able to feel her hands and legs again felt alien to her. She stood with a particular difficulty but gradually regained her balance with each step. Her movements, much to her chagrin, were still clumsy like a toddler’s. Frustrated at her snail-like progress, she pushed herself even more.

Elsa clutched onto Anatasia’s forearm when she misstepped and slipped. “Whoa, not too fast, Ana,” she remarked, hoisting her to a sitting position. Her sharp ears caught a faint sound - a mix between a sob and a choke. She lowered her head to meet her eyes, but Ana diverted her gaze. “Ana, what’s wrong?” Worry tightened Elsa’s chest when the Mage stayed silent.

“I screwed everything up, didn’t I?” Anatasia let out a mirthless laugh. “This happens when you trust an orphan girl to play the hero.” She wrung her hands together, chewing on the inside of her cheeks.

Elsa shot her a bewildered look, not comprehending her Master’s cynical remark. “What do you mean?”

Anatasia’s shoulders slumped. “I thought I had what it takes to win this war. I was wrong.” She cringed at the thought of her near-death experience. It took little effort for her to imagine her fate had Elsa not rescue her. Hot tears trailed down her cheeks as realisation set in. “I have doomed humanity with my selfishness, Elsa.”

Elsa’s sympathetic eyes landed on her Master. “Ana, it’s not your fault.” She rested one hand on her tiny back while the other reached out for Anatasia’s “You did what you thought was best for everyone.”

The Mage scoffed, pushing Elsa’s hand away. “Well, I thought wrong. And now, innocent people are going to pay for my mistakes.”

“Please don’t say that, Ana. We still have a chance.”

“Don’t.” Elsa startled. “Please, Elsa. Don’t give me false hope when there is none.” Anger and frustration seethed behind the blue orbs. “We’ve lost, Elsa.” she snapped. “No amount of words can wash the blood off my hands.” Anatasia folded her legs upwards and buried her head into her knees. Watching her Master withdraw in her shell of defeat triggered Elsa. She would not give up on her Master. Not when she got the chance to right the one thing she had spent an eternity regretting. If there was anything she learned from battling her demons, it was to have faith. And now, it was her duty to make Anatasia believe in herself again and support her until the end.

Elsa lowered herself, combing her soaked bangs with her fingers. “Ana, look at me.” she tugged, coaxing the other to meet her gaze. “I know you are scared.” She noticed a slight flinch on her friend’s figure hearing her remark. Elsa caught her hands and held them in hers. “Deep down inside, you don’t want to give up either.”

“Yes.” Crimson coloured Anatasia’s cheeks at her admission. Her grip on Elsa’s hand tightened. “I wanted to fight, but I am scared of the outcome. She already bested me once.” She clasped her hands, willing them to stop trembling. Her voice broke, “What if I fail again?”

“We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it. No matter what happens, I will be there with you.” Elsa closed the gap between them. Arctic blue eyes flashed with devotion. “We can do this, you and I.” She pulled Anatasia into an embrace.

Anatasia hugged back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s see…. argh!”

Elsa cried out as a sharp pain lanced through her. It took a few seconds for her to register that she had been stabbed. She looked down and identified the source of her pain buried in her side. She frowned in confusion when her Master’s fingers clawed on her back, a soft giggle rumbling at the back of her throat.

“Ana...?”

Anatasia’s unpropitious behaviour triggered Elsa to look up. Her eyes widened when they locked on the Mage. Her pupils were dilated into blackness, swallowing her teal orbs. Her lips quirked into a disquieting smile. Sensing impending danger, Elsa jerked away and put some distance between them.

“What’s the matter, Elsa? Why are you avoiding me?” Her tone had changed to an eerily familiar voice. The Servant fell back into a resting stance, throwing her hands out in defence.

“Let her go, Morgan,” Elsa warned. Magic pulsated on her fingertips, crackling for release. Anger flared inside her, knowing the Sorceress Morgan had taken control over her Master.

Anatasia smirked as she sauntered over to Elsa. “You don’t get to demand things from me, Elsa.” Her hand glowed red, sparkles of electricity sizzling on her palms. “Consider this your retribution for declining my offer.” She charged forward, firing a series of thunderbolts towards the Servant.

Elsa leapt backwards, dodging the attack. Once she landed, she swung her hands—a sheet of ice encased the ground, trapping her enemy’s legs. Just as tendrils of ice sprouted out to immobilize her, she broke free of her bindings and threw her next attack. The blast caught Elsa off guard; it sent her halfway across the clearing. She exhaled a painful wheeze when her body slammed on a cluster of rocks, breaking her fall. Before she could gather herself, Anatasia appeared on top of her; a predatory glare flashing in her eyes. Elsa let out an excruciating scream when Anatasia stomped on her stomach. She almost blacked out when the heel of her boots smashed on the area where she was stabbed earlier.

Adrenaline pumping through her veins ignited her fight-or-flight instincts. Amidst her struggles, she caught hold of her enemy’s leg and froze it. She rolled to her good side and used the remaining strength in her legs to trip her adversary. Once she fell to the ground, Elsa summoned her magic and snared her in an ice cocoon. She raised her hand once more, ready to deliver her finishing blow.

“Elsa?”

Familiar teal locked gaze with Arctic blue. Excruciating pain frayed her nerves as the adrenaline rush ebbed away, causing her to double over. The ice encasing Ana vanished.

“Elsa!”

Her lips dried at the sight of Elsa’s wounds.

“What have I done?”

A soft caress on her cheeks distracted her for a moment. Ana’s heart skipped a beat.

“I should have been more vigilant. Forgive me, Ana.”

“No, Elsa. All of this is all my fault.” Her breath hitched. “Let me heal you.” She clasped Elsa’s palm, closing her eyes. Frustration coiled inside her when her magic did not heed her call. It was like lighting damp firewood.

“Don’t bother.”

Both Master and Mage shot a death glare at the offending voice. Hovering above them was Sorceress Morgan.

“My curse has locked your Mana. Your body is just a tool to do my bidding.” She snapped her fingers. Fine threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, appeared around Ana’s limbs. In just a split second, her body was no longer hers. Her concentration wavered.

“Elsa. Run!”

Elsa yelped when the sole of her Master’s boot connected to her unguarded side, sending her sprawling on the ground. Before she had the chance to retaliate, Anatasia sprung on top of her. Unforgiving fingers tightened around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. Elsa clawed for air. Amidst her struggles, tendrils of ice escaped her fingertips and froze her opponent’s skin. Anatasia backed down from the unexpected attack, releasing Elsa. The Servant took the window of opportunity to tackle her. Two sets of frost shackles emerged from the side as soon as her enemy hit the ground, immobilising her.

“Let her go, Morgan.”

"It's too late, Elsa. I have integrated my consciousness with her." Morgan flexed her host's hands. "She is me and I am her."

"This is your last warning." Her voice tethered, losing patience.

Morgan laughed. “You are all bark and no bite, Elsa. You are just as weak as I thought...” A sudden drop in the surrounding temperature stalled her speech. Her stomach knotted in fear as layers of ice snaked to her other parts of her body. She gulped at the piercing of Arctic blues above her.

Morgan let out a nervous laugh at Elsa’s baleful aura, her taut voice bleeding with panic. “This is just a farce, right?” Her heartbeat raced when the sheet of ice approached her torso. Morgan stuttered, “She is important to you, is she not?”

Nimble fingers brushed against the woman's damp forehead, combing her bangs aside. Something about Elsa's gaze struck a chilling chord inside her, akin to a hungry predator cornering its prey.

“Yes, she is." Elsa clipped. "Now that you have officially crossed the line, I don't have to hold back anymore." A high-pitched shriek reverberated in the air when spikes of ice tore through her enemy's flesh. The edge of her lips curved upwards when she spotted unfettered fear pooling in the Sorceress's eyes.

"Do you know why they called me the Snow Queen in my past life?"

Her hand travelled south and rested above Morgan's chest. "Nothing stops me from getting what I want, not even my sister." With a flick of her wrist palm, a snowflake sigil appeared on her torso. Morgan screamed as the biting cold seeped into her skin, numbing all her senses. "You will feel what it is like to have a frozen heart, just like her." Within seconds, silence took over. And Sorceress Morgan was no more.

Elsa sank to her knees.

I’ve won.

Tired eyes travelled to the frozen statue.

But at what cost?

The Servant buried her face in her palms, mourning for the death of her Master. No matter how hard Elsa had pictured this outcome in her mind, she still could not accept it in reality. Losing was part and parcel of the Holy Grail War - something which she had grown accustomed to after aeons of endless battles. Yet, her victory offered no solace to her. Deep down Elsa knew she had failed Ana, like how she had let her sister down aeons of years ago.

A booming voice echoed in the background.

“State your wish, Caster.”

Maybe this was her chance to redeem herself.

THE END

Epilogue

Elsa's brows furrowed at the sight of silver nestled in between her platinum blonde locks. She knew she should not be bothered with such triviality but it somehow disturbed her. She picked one strand and twirled it around her finger.

“What are you doing?”

Elsa nearly jumped out of her skin when Anatasia tapped her shoulder. She mentally cursed herself for not being careless with her surroundings.

"Nothing…" she replied nonchalantly.

Anatasia's lips curved upwards.

“I'm not going to love you less if you have a few greys on you.”

A shade of pink coloured Elsa's cheeks. Anna had read her like an open book and called her out. Her fingers dug into the edge of the sink in response.

"What about in years to come? When I'm grey and old..."

Elsa fidgeted at the inconvenient fact. Time was finally catching up to her - Her body was already showing alarming signs of ageing in such a short period of time. At this rate, she would probably have aged out.

"I would still love you the same, Elsa." Nothing will ever change my feelings for you."

"Wouldn't it be weird for people that you are in love with an old hag?"

"Let them think whatever the hell they want. They have no right to judge us."

Anatasia hand caught Elsa's. She lowered her head to meet the other's gaze.

"I understand that in your past life you are required to live up to others' expectations. But now, you don't have to do that any more."

Her hold tightened.

"I want you to be your own person, Elsa."

Elsa's eyes widened. Anatasia's words struck deep inside her heart. It's hard to imagine a life free of responsibilities when she was born into a line of duties. Times like this were a reminder that she was no longer Queen Elsa.

Just Elsa.

"I'm sorry. Old habits die hard."

Anatasia grinned.

"If anything, I want to announce to the world how lucky I am to have fallen in love with you, Elsa."

Anatasia pulled her to the open window and shouted.

"I'm in love with Elsa. Do you hear me?"

"Ana, you are going to wake up the neighbours." she scowled.

"I'm sure the forest inhabitants don't mind sharing my excitement."

"Ana…"

The redhead put up her hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright. Message well received."

Elsa let out a yelp in surprise when the other scooped her from the floor and carried her bridal style.

"May we continue this in bed, love?" she asked, flashing a toothy grin.

Elsa smiled back.

"We may."

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Author Interview

Eeeek! I was tagged by @alloveroliver and @claire-maccarthy Thanks for the tag!

Name: My blog name is listed as Ruka, but my real name is Bekah so you can call me either. When I first made this blog, I wasn’t comfortable sharing my name online but now, I don’t mind.

Fandoms Now:

Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Obey Me, Nightmare Harem, Several Shades of Sadism, Midnight Cinderella, Romance MD, Star Crossed Myth, Kings of Paradise, Scandal in the Spotlight, Kissed by the Baddest Bidder, My Wedding and Seven Rings. Probably a few more that I’ve got on my phone and log into once in a blue moon.

Want to do in the future:

Any of the Cybird games (they own my soul and wallet), So many voltage games I plan to start in the future, too many to name.

Where you post:

Mostly tumblr but I have an Ao3, Fanfiction and wattpad account (under the name moriartyswife)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:

“And So They Met” which stars my little baby Alara at 6 years old coming to the mansion under bad circumstances and being adopted by Comte and the boys.

Favorite Story You Wrote:

Can I choose? As far as one shots go, Made a Made is by far a favorite of mine. Multi-chapter... how can I choose between my babies!? Personally, I love The Red Army Princess and The Black Army Mischief Maker. I have to name them both because there made as two sides of a coin, my first ikerev next gen. Eden and Finley will always have a special place in my heart.

Story You were Nervous to Post:

All of them I could probably say Telling Luka. It’s a mini series about Emery dating Luka and getting pregnant with Jonah’s baby. I was afraid of how it would come across. It seems to be pretty popular so that’s good.

How You Choose Your Titles:

It’s a roulette, I throw a dart and just go with it... Just kidding. I try to make all my titles have some meaning within the story. It might be a description of something that happens, or have something to do with the character themselves. Most of my titles tie in to the story. Sometimes with one shots, it’s just word association, but typically, I try to make them mean something.

Completed:

I have 141 One Shots completed.I do have other things for other fandoms posted on my other writing accounts, but for this blog, that’s all I have for now.

Incomplete:

I have posted 77 chapters of various multichapter fics. All of those and add in the amount of OC’s I have in the works which is over 100 (not including all the ikerev next gen babies). Plus, I have some one-shots and requests to fill so I have a lot coming up.

Do you outline:

Yes and no. Most of the time, I wing what I’m writing. I jot down ideas and things that might happen in the future of the story when they come to me. It’s less of an outline more like a pile of notes that I forget that I have until after I’ve written it. I do get ahead of myself when I’m writing, so I’ll grab a little piece of paper and write down some dialogue or scenes that come later in the chapter. And there are rare occasions were I’ll write out an entire chapter, but that’s very rare.

Coming Soon/ Not Yet Started:

I have 3 new Ikevamp Ocs coming in the next few weeks. Amelia Earhart, Mina Van Gogh, and Asha. I’m not sure what order they’ll come in, but they’ll be making their debut soon.

As for Ikerev, Atticus Kingsley is getting his story, which I’ve been nearly completed with for a few months now. Also, my witch Sage is going to be having her first chapter published.

Also there are some Voltage fics I want to publish. I have a romance md first chapter for Hosho’s daughter but I’m unsure if I’m going to post it. Some star crossed myth and Kings of Paradise are on the backburner but I want to post them as well.

AND OBEY ME! I’ve already made 12 ocs for the game and I have a few stories started. My little succubus is definitely my favorite.

Do you accept prompts?

Yes, but I rarely do them. Sometimes if I get in the mood, I’ll start working on them but I just have so many ocs and stories to work on that requests get forgotten about. That doesn’t mean I’ll never do them, it just means that it will take a while. I used to stress about requests a lot. Please feel free to send me a request as my box is always open but I don’t fill requests often. It’s a little hit or miss, because I switch between what I’m obsessively writing, so you kind of have to catch me with whatever I’m posting the most about at the time.

Upcoming Story You are Most Excited About:

Mina Van Gogh! I’ve worked super hard to make the story as accurate as possible, doing research. It’s a story more focused on platonic relationships at first, although she does have a suitor (Charles) but that is not in the foreground in the beginning of the story.

What do you use to edit?

A human being. I don’t do near as much editing on these fics as I do with my original writing. Unless something needs a major overhaul, I simply write what I want and check for mistakes before posting. If I’m looking for a word, I’ll google and search through the Thesaurus for a synonym. Nothing fancy here.

As for actual program that I write with, I used to exclusively use word. Now, I tend to use Tumblr and save the post as a draft. It’s super easy to access from anywhere and I can type on my phone if I want to. I’ve made the mistake more than once of tumblr glitching and eating my posts, so it’s not the most ideal situation..

Writing Set up:

Up until July of 2019, I exclusively sat at my desk. I get distracted very easily, so having a workspace that I only used for writing worked wonders for me. Now that I can’t sit for very long in hard chairs (thanks herniated discs), I usually sit in an arm chair with a little box to put my feet up on.

Most the time, I write with headphones in and listen to piano/instrumental music. Occasionally, I’ll pick one song that fits the story but I find myself singing along and getting distracted if there are words.

Do You Use a Beta Reader?

I have my best friend read over for any mistakes, so I guess, yes. Sometimes if she is busy, I’ll let Word read it out loud to check for missing words.

Where Do You Get Your Writing Inspiration?

From everything. Reading, other writing, tv/movies, real life. I’ve said before that a lot of the speech and actions of the children that I write are based on things I’ve witnessed while working for 10+ years with young children. Talking about the fics with friends also helps. They can help to figure out an ideas.

I would say that a lot of the time, it just comes to me. I’ll be writing something completely different and then an idea will come to mind about another character or story. Like poof, it’s there.

Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP? Have a few!

Obey upcoming fic:

Verena knew how incredibly lucky she was to have his attention, his touch. Though he cared for all his incubus and succubus but never had he done this. Observing and critiquing, but not joining. “Lord Asmodeus, I-um-”

“No, no. All I want coming from these lips are those sweet, delicious sounds of pleasure.” Golden eyes were filled with delight. This was new, a succubus a completely blank canvas begging to be painted in his colors. Her mind lingered in a muddled state of uncertainty. “I’ve not used an ounce of my charm and yet you’re grinding your hips against mine, clinging to me tightly. You don’t want me to let you go.”

Her cheeks flushed red. It was like she had turned on autopilot, unable to stop her own body from wanting to drown in him. “Please…“

The word drenched in absolute urgency for more.

Ikemen Revolution New OC: Wren Blackwell

“Uncle Fenrir! Uncle Ray!” The ten year old’s voice echoed through the small building laced with surprise and joy. Abandoning his schoolwork for a chance to spend time with his two uncles. Amber eyes sparkled up at the two. Rarely did he get a visit from his family.

Fenrir beamed a grin at him, accepting the welcoming hug. “Reece, ya got taller!” He stopped by any time he came down to the ports, pitching in to help if Wren needed it.

Which meant today must be business. Never did Ray come by her work without warning. Placing down the files in their proper piles, Wren maneuvered through the chaos to emerge from the office. “Reece, you can go out for a break.” She didn’t want him to hear any military discussions, lest he want to join.

“Come on, I’ll buy ya a treat if it’s alright with your mom,” Fenrir offered to the eager boy, glancing to her for the okay.

It was like looking at two needy puppies. “That’s fine.” As Reece raced out the front door, Wren called to the ace with a serious tone. “No guns this time. I’ll kick your ass if you even think about it.”

She received a salute paired with wicked grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

“This time?” Ray questioned, emerald eyes moving from the vacant doorway to his sister.

Ikemen Vampire New OC: Juniper Haywood

Juniper tugged at the door handle, heels digging into the plush carpet as she put all her strength into trying to open the door. It refused to budge. Locked? Unlikely. It must have something to do with why the door only appears at certain times. Now, she was surely stuck until the stars aligned again.

Here’s what she knew.

The hallway led to a mansion. How? Unclear. Why? Also unclear.

In hindsight, there was very little that she actually knew.

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years ago

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Shared Walls. (m)

↳ chapter twenty: angel

❧ genre: pro-hero shouto, coworkers to lovers, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: kidnapping, panic attacks, puking

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The sound of vibrating is what woke Enji from his slumber, turquoise eyes fluttering open before quickly adjusting to the light of the phone buzzing away on his bedside table. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand before picking up the device, glancing at the time. A small frown pulled at his lips at the fact that it was midnight and his son was calling, the picture of him and you distinct on the screen before he sat up and slid his thumb across bottom of the device to answer. A knot was beginning to form in his gut.

“Shouto,” Enji’s voice was still gravelly from sleep, “Everything okay?”

There was a long pause, the only sound meeting the hell-flame hero’s ears being the sound of Shouto’s breathing. It sounded shaky and broken and Enji could hear his son sniffle and sigh.

“Dad,” he said quietly, his tone one that the number one hero couldn’t quite put his finger on, “you said to call if either of us need anything, right?”

“Right,”

There was another pause before Shouto sighed again. “I need your help.”

Enji blinked in confusion, quickly swinging his legs over the side of the bed and turning on his lamp. “Okay, with what son?”

The sound of Shouto grinding his teeth could be heard clearly through the phone as he tried to stifle what sounded like a whimper or cry. Enji stiffened, not sure what to do or say. Shouto wasn’t giving him much to go off of but he knew his son was upset. He repeated his question and the sound of shattering glass over the phone made him stand.

“Shouto, tell me what’s going on! What do you need help with?”

“Finding her! She’s gone!” Shouto yelled before he groaned in defeat, “She … She’s f-fucking gone. I looked, I looked e-everywhere but this fucking forest is too big and too dark, she could be anywhere, d-dad,” his voice cracked and the younger man sniffled softly, trying to hold in his sobs, “he could be doing anything to her … ”

“Fuck,” The growl escaped Enji’s lips and he quickly walked to his dresser and began pulling out clothes. “I need you to tell me everything. Now.”

The hero got dressed and listened to his son struggle to explain the situation, sending out an alert to his agency and demanding two other heroes to make their way to the cabin. He’d have to keep the group there small just in case the villain was still watching, but Enji would have every single hero in Japan on this case if it meant finding you.

There wasn’t much Enji could do being as far away from Shouto as he was, all he could say was that everything would be okay and that they would find you; when he hung up he left his home and went to his son’s aid. The drive was excruciatingly long, Enji filling the time by calling other heroes to help and telling them to lay low and start searching immediately. He had no idea how he would deal with Shouto, the hero had never had his son reach out to him like this. He sounded so broken, and he didn’t know how to comfort him.

You had just waltzed into their lives like some kind of magic glue, helping him mend his broken relationship with his son. You were like a second daughter to Enji; the hero admired how unafraid you were regardless of the hardships you faced. Had he still been the narrow-minded ass he was before, he would have turned his nose up at you after learning you were quirkless - but even he believed that you were one of the strongest people he’d had the pleasure of meeting, quirk or not. Enji was just as scared and worried about you as Shouto was, but the hero knew he needed to keep his composure, even if only for his son.

Enji pulled up to the cabin with a worried frown on his face. You’d have to know where the cabin was to even find this road. The fact that Dabi was able to find you only confirmed that the villain had been keeping a close eye on you and Shouto for some time. Enji was well aware of the fact that the cremation quirked man wasn’t all bark; Dabi was cunning and resourceful. He had multiple connections, eyes and ears everywhere. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but Enji had a feeling that this was going to happen sooner or later regardless of how much security Shouto kept on your tail. Dabi would, and obviously did, find a way.

Turquoise eyes were scanning for signs of the heavily scarred male, parking the car and turning it off before stepping into the chilly air, the wind blew hard and snow-flakes were starting to fall. He could see his son through the window, head in his hands while sitting on the couch. Enji’s heart was breaking for his child, but he couldn’t show his worry just yet. Not while Shouto was all broken up like he was. He made his way up the steps and gently knocked on the door before he entered the cabin.

The place was in total chaos. The furniture and drapery were covered in burns, and shards of ice cracked beneath his booted feet as he stepped farther into the mess. The coffee table was broken and flipped onto its top. Shouto still hadn’t moved from the couch and Enji noticed that his hands were gripping his hair at the roots. There was a small sniffle as his son looked up at him. Enji’s heart clenched at the sight of his tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry,” Shouto muttered, shaking his head and finally lowering his arms to drape over his knees. “I’ll fix and replace everything, I just …. I lost it.”

The bigger man walked up to his son, sitting next to him and gently squeezing his shoulder. “There’s no need to apologize, Shouto. I get it.”

Shouto scoffed at him, wiping the soot from his face as he glared at the broken ice and glass at his feet.

“No, you don’t get it! I took every precaution, every step to make sure this wouldn’t happen and the moment I let my guard down she’s … ripped from my hands. Gone.”

“That’s not your fault, son - ” Shouto shoved off his father’s hand and stood up, tugging at his hair again and beginning to pace around the room.

“How can you say that? Of course it’s my fault! Who else’s would it be! The one time I take my eyes off of her, dad! I brought her here to protect her from him, and he fucking took her anyway!”

Shouto’s breaths were becoming shallow, his eyes filling in tears as the panic began to set in. Both of his hands were beginning to crackle with both facets of his quirk and a broken sob spilled from his lips as he turned to look at his father.

“She’s gone, dad. S-She’s supposed to be here, right here -” Shouto cried, holding out his hands and looking at them with defeat, “But she’s - ”

Enji stood up, his calm expression finally dipping into the sadness and worry he was feeling.

“Shouto, we’ll find her.”

“She’s gone,” his son’s voice was thick with sadness, cracking as he sat back against the wall and curled into himself. His tear-filled eyes looked at the red string around his wrist, his fingers lightly touching it and bringing even more pain into his heart.

“Shouto,” Enji’s voice was firm as he knelt in front of Shouto, “Look at me.”

One blue and one grey eyes found his set of turquoise and Enji gently pulled his son into a hug as the younger man broke down into sobs right into his chest.

“We’ll find her. I promise.”

A massive wave of nausea woke you from a dead sleep. Quickly, you sat up and feel onto your hands and knees, hunching over as bile excreted from your lips. Eyes squinting and brimming with tears, your throat felt raw as if this was happening for a while. The substance splashed against the floor and onto your clothes, fingers digging into the wood as you dry heaved for a few seconds after.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned through tears, the back of your hand wiping a chunk from your lips.

The sound of a door opening and closing made your ear perk yet you didn’t have the energy to look in the direction of footsteps coming closer.

“Here angel, take this water.”

Suddenly your head jerked towards that familiar dark voice, only to be met with those cursed sea blue eyes that haunted your nightmares. The blood in your body went ice cold and you felt sick all over again, going back to dry heaving but nothing was coming up.

“No,” you cried and coughed, tasting blood as it was the only thing coming up.

“No, this isn’t r-real. Shouto … please - ” you cried and slammed a fist onto the floor, “P-please wake me up Shouto …”

Dabi looked down on you with an empathetic expression, a hand coming up to scratch the side of his neck as he thought of what to do.

“This isn’t a dream angel, it’s real,” he replied and crouched down to hand you a bottle of water, “Now drink this and go change. I put you some clothes in the bathroom, I’ll clean this up.”

“I’m not your fucking angel and I’m not drinking whatever poison you put in that shit,” you hissed and swatted at the bottle Dabi offered. Your eyes glared at his as your face scrunched up, “What the fuck have you done to me so far huh? How long have I been here?”

Rolling his eyes Dabi pushed your shoulder lightly, causing you to fall back onto your ass and sit against the wall. He chunked the bottle of water into your lap before getting up and walking over to what looked like the bathroom. He came back with a damp rag in hand and tossed it in your face with a smirk before crouching back down before you.

“I haven’t done a damn thing besides take care of you. I’ll be honest, I tried my hardest but you fucking blew chunks on me. I’m into kinky shit but I don’t roll with fucking a girl who’s absolutely out of it like that, not even you angel. You’ve been here for a few hours, now drink your fucking water and go change so I can clean this shit up.”

You still hesitated with the water, looking it over closely. Dabi groaned and snatched the bottle from your hands, undoing the cap and taking a few swigs of it himself before handing it back over. “There, now you know it’s not poisoned.”

Gulping, you pressed the bottle to your lips and ended up downing the entire thing within seconds. Dabi stood to his feet and reached out a charred hand to you. Sitting still, you looked around the room.

It looked like the inside of another cabin, maybe one that hasn’t been occupied in years but still somewhat decent. It gave you just a glimmer of hope thinking maybe you were still in the same area as Shouto and he wouldn’t be much longer. Looking back at Dabi he tilted his head, toe tapping impatiently.

“That shit doesn’t smell like roses angel but please, take your precious time!”

Glaring you finally took Dabi’s hand, he helped to pull you up to your feet with a rough tug. You grunted and roughly palmed his shoulder before brushing past him and towards the bathroom without a word. He watched on until you slammed the door shut then started to clean up the mess on the floor.

Inside the bathroom you groaned seeing there were no windows at all and no way of escaping. With a sigh you stripped the dirty clothes from your body and ran the faucet, splashing warm water onto your face and washing your hands. Looking into the mirror you cringed, your eyes were swollen from tears, the color in your cheeks completely gone.

“I look like total dog shit, what the fuck is wrong with - oof!” You hissed and gripped the sink as an intense cramp spread throughout your gut, after a few deep breaths it dissipated. “I thought I was over this shit!”

Sniffling, you located a set of clothes sitting on the counter. It was a simple white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You wondered where Dabi even found these clothes but still put them on, anything was better than wearing puke stained garments. After washing your face one last time and gurgling some water you decided to exit the bathroom and found Dabi finishing up with his cleaning. He was crouched over on the floor not paying attention and you looked over to the door on the other side of him. The organ in your chest started to pump faster as you went to slyly walk towards it.

“If you want to escape then go ahead, you’ll die of hypothermia before anyone finds you though,” Dabi casually stated as he stood and walked to the door himself with a trash bag in hand. His eyes looked to you before opening the door, “Or you can wait till morning and I’ll bring you back myself, no frostbite included.”

With that he walked out the door, leaving it open and leaving you in shock. Feet dragging slowly towards the door, you peeked out of it and down a hall, eyes following Dabi as he turned a corner. You quirked a brow at his … niceness, then started to walk out and follow him. Turning the corner yourself, Dabi opened the door revealing a blizzard outside before tossing the bag into a trashcan and closing the door shut. He smirked once he saw you and walked over. As he got closer the more nervous you became, backing up until a wall was stopping you. His burned arms trapped your head, turquoise eyes scoping your face and down your body. His face was extremely close, he even leaned closer to brush the tip of his nose along your cheek.

“Dabi –“ you breathed out, feeling your heart beat at an inhuman speed, emotions and hormones running rampant in your system.

The scent of him was overwhelming like spice and smoke. His warm breath on your skin had it crawling in annoyance and also in arousal.

“The fuck is up with my body,” you screamed internally and biting your lip.

He chuckled and nipped at your lobe, making your eyes close and roll in the back of your head with a groan.

“Tell me angel, is your body craving something,” his hand dropped as he ran a finger up your arm and made you shudder, “Is your skin a little too sensitive right now?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed and whimpered, body and mind fighting against the other.

Dabi smirked and you gasped when his lips pressed the lightest of kisses under your jaw. You wanted to push him away, to cry, to hold him still and demand more – but actually you didn’t know what you wanted. Not until he looked you in the eye and those blue hues brought you back to another familiar orb. You looked to Dabi’s right eye, your imagination turning the color of it that same beautiful grey of Shouto’s. Your heart started to ache, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as a hand came up to cup the stitched man’s face. Your vision flickered to the red string still tied around your wrist.

The man grunted when your head fell onto his shoulder and your arms wrapped under his and clutched at his back.

“Shouto … I’m so sorry,” you muffled into his clothes.

Completely stunned, the villain kept his arms up, not touching you back. He honestly was just teasing you, testing out a theory he had and when you started to cry again he smirked.

Arms lowering, Dabi wrapped them around you, one hand patting your head. “Well I’ll be damned, looks like you got yourself knocked up angel.”

Suddenly you stopped crying, brows knitting in confusion and eyes looking up at Dabi’s smirk.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

He chuckled and ruffled your hair, “You’ve been throwing your guts up, a crying and emotional mess. Your skin is sensitive and you were this close to wetting your panties, if you haven’t already, and now you’re crying again.” Dabi smiled and poked the tip of your nose, “Looks like you got a little hero inside of you, and I don’t mean Shouto.”

“What the fuck do you – get off of me you ass!” You growled and pushed Dabi away, this only made him laugh and put his hands up in surrender.

You didn’t know what to do or where to go, mind trying to puzzle together what the stitched villain had just suggested. It was asinine, there was no way!

In your rage, you found a fridge and you realized the two of you were in a kitchen. With a huff you stormed over to the appliance and opened it, shocked that there was food in it. There was a pizza box and you scoffed before grabbing it.

“How long have you been here exactly?”

“Same time as you, but this isn’t about me. How long have you been sick?”

You looked at Dabi with wide eyes and a piece of cold pizza hanging from your mouth, “Whoa, wait, hold the fucking phone –“ you mumbled and removed the food. “No, we’re talking about you first! What do you mean ‘same time as you’?”

“It’s not fucking rocket science angel, ever since the station you haven’t left my sight. Even with all of Shouto’s extra guard dogs. I could know your every move if I wanted and when I found out he was bringing you here, all alone without those guards I took it upon myself to take a vacation as well.”

“And why did you take me? You obviously don’t plan on killing me, and you’re being – well nice to me.”

Dabi shrugged his shoulders and walked closer, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice for himself.

“Well, at first I just wanted to take you for a few hours to have some fun. I don’t know why but ever since I first saw you that night, I just had to have you for myself. And I planned on really making it worth your while too angel,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes. “But my plan backfired when you showered me in vomit. I could tell you were pretty out of it and like I said I’m not down with that. I may be a piece of shit but I’m not that low. After you threw up for a bit you were kind of delirious, crying and begging for your hero to wake you up until you actually fell asleep. I don’t know – I just, once I had what I wanted, you, I couldn’t do anything but take care of you, I wasn’t going to just let you wallow in vomit. And now, that you got a bun in the oven, I’m in even deeper shit.”

“I’m not pregnant,” you snapped and went to eat your pizza, leaning back against the counter next to Dabi and sighing, “I’m just sick. There’s no way.”

Dabi chuckled and picked off a piece of pepperoni before tugging at it with his teeth and giving you a smirk. “Look angel, when you fuck someone raw and don’t pull out, ever, it’s bound to happen that you get knocked up.”

“You don’t shit about mine and Shouto’s sex life, so shut up!”

“I know way more than you think. Like how fucking amazing that little black outfit looked on you earlier.”

You choked on the bite of food you went to swallow, quickly turning to lean over the sink and cough it up. Every muscle ached and your esophagus was raw causing a groan to escape you. Dabi only smiled once you looked to him.

How could he have known about ... you stopped thinking and blushed violently.

“Oh my god – fucking Shouto, I told him to close the curtains to that damn window!”

“Aww, then I wouldn’t have been able to see the cute little faces you made or how well you rode Shouto. Even if I won’t be able to fuck you, just watching was enough,” Dabi chuckled and pinched your cheek, earning a growl and snap of teeth. “But my point is, if that’s how you fuck every time and you fuck often, which I don’t doubt, then you’re totally pregnant, there’s no other explanation.”

“Can you stop saying ‘fuck’ you fuck! I’m just getting over an illness. I’ve been sick for the past few weeks, it was finally going away until you decided to just snatch me out of the blue. It’s just my nerves, that’s it.”

Dabi shrugged and scratched the side of his neck, “Are you late?”

“Are you a fucking doctor? Stop asking me questions.”

Dabi rolled his eyes and groaned, finishing his slice and tossing the crust into the pizza box.

“Whatever, all I’m saying is you’re probably 99.9% knocked up. You’re sick as fuck, literally. In the few hours I’ve spent with you, you’ve already gone from being sad to horny, back to sad and now being a brat,” he continued while walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer, “Plus you’re on your third slice of pizza already in like what – not even 2 minutes, it’s like you aren’t even chewing just inhaling.”

You stiffened and looked down to your hands at the half-eaten slice of pizza and down to the box, sure enough there were two pieces of crust next to Dabi’s. Taking a deep breath in and out you placed the food back into the box and pushed it away. Your thoughts ran a muck and put all the obvious but jumbled pieces together.

You and Shouto had a very active sex life and not to mention a very ‘condom-free’ one at that. Getting pregnant just never occurred to either of you, especially not with everything that had been going on, you didn’t have time to just relax and think about anything else other than if the fucker, standing only a few feet from you, was anywhere close by and plotting to take you, which – he did. Your periods were also very irregular so if it was late it wouldn’t have even thrown you off.

“Look, I’m sure this isn’t the picture perfect scenario you pictured when finding out you’re carrying your first child but – “ Dabi started.

“But what, huh?” You snapped, eyes glaring at Dabi and fists clenching. “None of this had to happen Dabi, not just you going after some little fantasy and taking me just because you wanted to act like a child and have what wasn’t yours, but me even being here! I never would’ve met Shouto had I not escaped, I wouldn’t be in all this shit and endangering him had I not escaped. I should’ve just tucked my tail between my legs and stayed with that monster until my dying day … if it meant not bringing Shouto into this fucked up mess, I’d do it all over again just to save him.”

Dabi quirked a brow, guilt slowly but surely creeping into his mind and body. He scratched his temple with the tip of the beer bottle, unsure of what to say. “Save him from what (Y/N)?”

“From me you mor – ah!”

Dabi’s blue eyes widened as he watched your knees buckle and your hand fly to your stomach, before you could fall he quickly sat down his bottle and was catching you by the shoulders. You went to stand without his help, swatting him away but another intense cramp shot through your body. Dabi ignored your protests and scooped you into his arms, walking out of the kitchen and back towards the bedroom. One of his hands came to feel your forehead and he cursed under his breath from feeling how warm you were.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke.

Exhaustion and fatigue were flooding your system, causing your head to lay against Dabi’s chest, breathing in and out slowly until the queasiness and cramp passed. Soon you were being laid down on a soft futon, your nostrils picking up a faint scent a detergent and wood. Groaning, you instantly curled up the second Dabi removed his arms and walked to the bathroom. A few seconds later he came back with a cool damp rag, his fingers brushed your hair out the way and placed the rag on your forehead.

“You’re right, I did act like a child by taking you. I thought I had a certain goal in mind once I got you here but I don’t know, once I actually had you, I wasn’t sure what to do anymore. I guess maybe – I just liked the chase, having something to occupy my free time.”

You looked at Dabi as he sat on the floor next to you, knees pulled up and arms hanging from them, a sigh left from your mouth and you rolled over onto your back, hand coming up and pressing the cool rag more to your head, “Or maybe you were just lonely. I don’t expect you wanting to just talk to and have a heart to heart with your villain buddies, right?”

Dabi smirked and looked at you, “I guess I could’ve gone about this a better way, but you know heroes and villains don’t mix well. I don’t know what it is about you but that night you didn’t look at me in fear but – with curiosity. I mean yeah you’re probably a real good fuck but – “

“Dabi oh my god,” you exclaimed before chuckling, “You really need to get laid huh? Look, if it makes you feel any better, if I wasn’t in a very serious relationship with someone and you came around, I’d probably be all over you. I won’t lie, I didn’t get horny around you just because of … pregnancy hormones.”

Tilting his head, the man chuckled, “So, you’re accepting it finally, baby mama?”

You chunked the rag at the villain and smirked, turning over onto your side and propping up on one elbow with a sigh.

“I mean, you said it yourself, all the signs are there. Mood swings, nausea, fatigue, puking my guts up. I was spotting earlier and I can’t really remember my last cycle. I’ve had these strange feelings in my stomach but until today they were very minute, almost just like super tiny flutters or small cramps that aren’t really uncommon. Today though, they just escalated, like just now I don’t wanna say it’s a kick because if I am pregnant I don’t think I’m but a few weeks, but that pain it was crazy.”

Rubbing the side of his neck Dabi seemed to look away, almost with a somber and regretful expression.

“With you being pregnant, this stress isn’t good for you. Your nerves are wrecked I’m sure and that’s having some negative side effects. You need to rest and take it easy honestly.”

Your eyes darted to him and he looked at you and held up his hands with a sheepish grin, “I know, I know, this is all my fault. Look I meant it earlier, when I said I’m sorry. I won’t be such a dick anymore, I swear. Your fucking boyfriend and his father are already going to throttle me and once they find out you’re carrying little Shouto Jr. I’m done for. But the least I can do is make sure you relax and get that rest for the next few hours to prevent any more harm on you and the little shit inside of you.”

The stitched man stood to his feet and you looked up at him, somewhat shocked but at the same time not shocked? This whole time you should’ve been screaming and fearing for your life, but just like at the station you didn’t exactly feel that overwhelming fear. If anything you felt as if Dabi were an odd friend, maybe even another – guardian angel, well more like a fallen guardian angel.��

He walked towards the door, mentioning something about getting you some water and looking for some possible meds. Before he could exit the room you sat up on your palm and called out to him. He stopped and turned, his sea-blue eyes locking onto your own (e/c) ones. This time you didn’t shudder or think back to those nightmares, instead you felt, okay – safe even.

With a smirk you reached for the blanket at the end of the futon and spread it out over yourself, “Return me in one piece and I’ll tell my baby daddy and future father-in-law not to throttle you. Maybe slap you around a bit but not throttle.”

Dabi chuckled and rolled his eyes, “You got a deal angel, now rest.”

After Dabi returned with some water and crackers he found, that surprisingly weren’t expired and stale, the two of you sat up and talked for at least another hour. You talked about random things, his quirk, your life, how he was actually quite the prankster in his villain group and about you and Shouto.

It felt like two people playing 20 questions, when you’d ask something that was too personal Dabi would just deflect it or say something that made absolutely no sense. Eventually you become more tired, slowly melting into the futon and curling into the blanket. Dabi talked among himself and watched, waited, until you were for sure fast asleep.

With a smirk Dabi leaned over to collect your empty water bottle and finished package of crackers, he tucked the blanket under you a little tighter when a drafty chill filled the room from a small hole in the shitty construction.

The man stood and walked out of the bedroom to dispose of the trash in his hands. With a sigh he grabbed another bottle of water, just in case you woke up and needed it before headed back down the hall to the bedroom to try and sleep himself.

As his fingers turned off the switch in the kitchen and he mindlessly made his way out, he didn’t notice the clawed hand print on one of the windows that was slowly dissipating as the snow fell hard outside.

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totalvibration · 5 years ago

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55 Albums Released in 2019 That Splash Oat Milk In My Earl Grey

This year felt like slo-mo, a holding pattern and a fast-forward button stumbling towards unknown ends. I spent the early months in paternal bliss and sleep deprivation, caring for my newborn daughter, then spent the rest of the year running to slow down… to make the most of small moments with my family, to juggle that thing every lifestyle magazine calls the work-life balance, to know when I need help and being willing to ask for it, to making priorities with loved ones.

Also, after years of oolongs and a staunch no-milk-in-tea-except-milk-teas policy, I started putting honey and oat milk in my Earl Grey, an old tea standby that's felt warmly familiar in colder months. Similarly, I dug my heels into familiar-to-me gnarly metal, deep drone and abrasive punk this year, uninterested in poptimist takes on indie-rock. In an effort to maximize more time with new family and less with bulls***, I leaned hard into my Viking's Choice column at NPR Music (which went weekly!) to shout out underground debauchery and beauty to anyone who would listen.

Below are 55 albums (and a few reissues and archival releases) that hit me in different ways over 2019. No ranking, just links out to Bandcamp where available. They come paired with emoji because that's a thing I do on Twitter.