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if i was an unethical hero commission agent in bnha pre-canon, twice would've been recruited SO fast. like COPIES of your well trained spies/assassins and all you need to do is make twice feel at home and cared for? obvious play.
#use the copies and destroy the copies so not even the killer knows what went down.#it's like using an icicle as a murder weapon and letting it melt.#a copy that can take care of any issue. and then take care of the final witness. the copy.#like if you had copies taking out those deemed dangerous by the commission.... so there is less blood on the og's hands#this minimizes the danger their agents are in. physically and mentally.#or the PERFECT ALIBI#sure the copies are weaker / less durable but with the quirks that hawks and nagant have? i dont think that makes a huge difference#in addition. IMAGINE ALL THE PAPERWORK THAT COULD BE DONE SO FAST WITH COPIES OF PAPER PUSHERS BYE
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Cain and Abel Wept 20/?
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MENTIONS OF SCARS, KILLING, AND TORTURE
Hello everyone, please pardon me if the action scenes aren't too good. I'm not too good at writing action, but hopefully, the angst you'll get in this chapter will make up for my lacking skills.
Bruce entered the room and almost threw up.
Jason’s chest was cracked open. Bruce could see his son’s ribs and beating heartbeat. Clark stopped by him.
“My god,” he breathed out in horror.
Bruce threw a Batarang at the man with a green scalpel over his son’s heart.
“Aww,” the man yelled; his blood dripped into Jason’s chest. Bruce didn’t think; he tackled the man. No part of that man should be allowed anywhere near his son.
Bruce punched the man, tears leaking out. How dare he? How dare this monster hurt his son!
“Batman, leave him. We have to save Jason.”
Clark’s voice broke through Bruce. Jason came first. Bruce got up and left the unconscious man on the floor. Bruce looked at Jason’s open chest with trepidation. Where would he even begin with this?
Jason’s eyes opened slightly.
“Da, that you?”
“It’s me, Jay-lad. I’ll get you out of here, don’t worry. Superman is here; he can take you to a hospital.”
Clark gave Bruce a helpless look; Bruce glared at the man. He was about to look for something to cover Jason with when he felt a pull.
“Wait, da—dad, don’t leave, please.”
“Okay, Jason, I’m here, son. Clark, can you look for something to cover Jason with? He’s shivering.”
“Dad, I’m dyin—dying again.”
“No, no you’re not! Clark, help me.”
He didn’t notice the use of civilian names.
“Bruce, if I move him,” Clark shook his head, “The speed it would take me to take him to the hospital would kill him.”
“Then bring a doctor here,” Bruce yelled, desperate. Why hadn’t he thought of bringing a doctor with him?
“Dad, please, just stay—stay with me as I g—go,” Jason coughed out a blood clot, “I don’t want to die a—alone this time. Please.”
“Jay-lad, my son, I’m so sorry. I—I love you so much. Don’t go.”
Bruce watched as Jason stilled. His heart stopped beating, and his lungs ceased. Bruce yelled out in grief.
Talia came in time to watch her eldest’s give his final breath and see a man running away. She could do nothing for her eldest anymore except get vengeance for his death. While her beloved cradled Jason’s body, Talia al Ghul went after the man who killed him. She would not let Jason’s killer get away; that was something only her foolish beloved would do.
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Danny felt as the ghost shields fell. He looked toward his younger brother and nodded. For the first time in years, both al Ghul brothers fought side by side.
(Danny ignored the feeling of steel going through his chest while his brother’s sword sang through the air. Damian probably wouldn’t betray him again.)
Danny and Damian fought as one while more and more agents poured into the hallways.
(Danny heard parts of the facility falling as the Justice League destroyed it.)
Danny hit high. He used his powers and abilities to fight in the air while Damian stayed low on the ground. Damian would relieve the agents of their weapons and tie them up with zip ties and cuffs shaped like bats.
If Danny hit the agents a bit too hard, well, no one was there to stop him. It’s not as if he killed them.
Along the way, Danny would plant devices Tucker gave him so that he could remotely copy and destroy any data the GIW had.
Eventually, Danny and Damian got to where the ghosts were being held. That’s when things got worse. Danny saw scattered, broken cores on the floor. The agents were in the process of destroying any ghost under their possession.
Danny saw green.
How dare they harm and destroy his people? He was their king, and the dead would get their vengeance. Danny felt his body shift and contort until he got lost in it.
Damian saw different glowing creatures (ghosts) whimpering and begging for help. Their hands reached toward his brother. Damian didn’t know what happened. One minute, Danny was in his ‘ghost’ form. The next was a being made of pure night sky (even the stars shone in the figure.) An ice-cold circlet was around his head. A ring that scared Damian every time he tried to look at it adorned his brother’s finger. Danny’s limbs were elongated, he had too many rows of fangs, and his eyes had galaxies exploding in them instead of pupils and sclera.
The air around them turned cold.
As scared as Damian was beholding his older brother’s awesome form, the agents were paralyzed.
(What they saw was a thousand times more terrifying than what Damian did.)
The air around them was cold; Damian could see his breath but didn’t freeze.
(The agents were frozen but still breathing, their eyes large with fear.)
Just as Damian thought he would go insane from staring at his brother for so long, he felt someone turn him around. He saw Jasmine in a suit, then she put her hand over his eyes.
“Don’t look; you’re not liminal enough. If you keep staring, you might lose your mind. We wouldn’t want Danny to feel guilty, now, would we?”
Damian shook his head.
Damian heard horrified screams and a terrifying screeching. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard being amplified. Damian thought his ears would start bleeding from the sound when it, thankfully, stopped.
Damian turned around and found the agents' faces in petrified fear. Their terror would forever be etched on their faces, doomed to never wake up from the living nightmare the King of Ghosts put them in.
(Death would’ve been too merciful for them. Besides, Danny wanted to avoid having them in his kingdom too soon.)
“Help me let them go from their cages?”
Damian, Danny, and Jasmine worked quickly but quietly as the grateful ghosts left the facility. A few stayed to wreak havoc.
Danny gave them his blessing, “Give them hell, guys.”
The ghost of a little girl turned around and hugged Danny.
“Thank you, my king.”
Danny put one of the devices Tucker had given him into the computer in the room and then left with his siblings.
Elsewhere, Maddie and Jack Fenton were fighting Agent Alpha. They had found her trying to escape.
While Jack used his body to block her exit, Maddie used her fighting skills to subdue the scum before her.
Unfortunately, Agent Alpha was no slouch with her hand-to-hand combat. Maddie got punched in the solar plexus while she gave the agent a good kick in the guts. Maddie coughed while trying to defend herself.
Jack, bless him, tried to get his arms around the agent, but she was faster than Maddie’s husband. Maddie dodged a punch that would’ve hit her nose and got low to give the woman a sweeping kick. It worked for half a second before Agent Alpha took out an ectogun and shot Maddie in the chest.
She was liminal enough that the shot could stop her for a moment. The agent used that time to slap Maddie’s face against the wall.
“You’re as much a freak as them, aren’t you? You Fentons should be exterminated like the scum you are.”
“Maddie,” Jack yelled while taking out the Jack o’ Nine Tail to stop her from causing Maddie brain damage. Thankfully, he had been practicing with it, and it hit the mark. Agent Alpha was wrapped with tendrils and yelling obscenities.
“Shut up,” Maddie said while hitting the woman on the head, knocking her unconscious.
“She talked too much,” Maddie commented before tying her more securely. Thankfully, one of the Green Lanterns had followed the sounds of fighting and took Agent Alpha with them.
Maddie and Jack looked for their children, occasionally taking down a stray agent or two. They saw that fewer and fewer agents attacked them, and more were on the floor, knocked out cold. They smiled when they noticed a few hits that could’ve only come from the Boo-staff. Their little princess was quite the warrior when she wanted to be.
Eventually, they ran into Danny, Jazz, and Damian. Danny was frowning.
“C’mon, I don’t think Jason has long left so that we can save him.”
Maddie nodded and followed her son. She was the closest thing they had to a medical doctor. As they ran down the hall, they heard the scream of a grieving parent.
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McConnell ran. He could’ve sworn shadows were following him, but nothing ever attacked.
He was almost to an exit when a woman wearing dark clothing jumped before him. She drew a knife with a green handle.
“You killed my son,” she said calmly, “Now I kill you.”
“Wait, wait, I didn’t kill your son! I swear.”
“My son’s dead body is still warm on your table, my beloved is grieving our child’s death, and you dare deny it?”
“No, wait, I was under orders,” he tried to explain.
“Your voice annoys me.”
Talia attacked the man and was able to cut out his tongue. The man screamed as blood came out of his mouth. His eyes were wide with disbelief.
“You killed my eldest,” Talia slashed the man’s eyes, “you tortured him, humiliated him, and dared try to explain yourself? It doesn’t matter who ordered it; you were the one who stopped his heart.”
Though McConnell couldn’t see it, Talia wept while she tortured the man. Even without a tongue, the man tried to beg for mercy.
“My son begged, too, didn’t he? But I know men like you! Men with sick fantasies of torturing and destroying can’t take it when someone does it to them. My child is dead because of you! My beloved screams are echoing these halls, and yet you beg. No more.”
Talia plunged the knife deep into the man’s heart and watched with grim satisfaction as he choked on his own blood.
As McConnell took his last breath, Talia said, “You’ve been avenged, habibi.\
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Bruce felt cold and lifeless (Jason’s lifeless body was in his arms.) as the Fentons came in.
Bruce vaguely heard Damian’s choked ‘no.’ His youngest’s voice was full of horror.
“Nightwing, Red Robin, I need you! Father needs you. Jason, he is,” Bruce knew he should be comforting his youngest, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of Jason. In the back of his mind, Bruce saw Danny approaching them.
“Batman, I need to see him. I need you to let him go,” Bruce ignored Danny. He couldn’t let go of Jason. Maybe if he held him, he could put his son back together. Maybe he would come back.
Bruce heard whispers around him and then felt a pair of strong arms pulling him away from his child.
“NO, damn you, NO!”
Superman took him away from his son.
“Damn you, Clark, let me go!”
“Bruce, Danny can help,” Clark whispered in his ears.
That penetrated his grieving mind. He watched as Danny filled a bag full of ectoplasm and hooked it up to Jason’s arms. Maddie was stitching Jason up, and Jack pulled a devastated-looking Nightwing in.
“Nightwing, we need you to shock Jason with the highest voltage your escrima sticks can go,” Jack Fenton said.
“What,” Nightwing asked, uncomprehending. His baby brother was dead. Again.
“Trust me, Nightwing, Jason will come back. Do it,” Danny said with such authority that Dick couldn’t help but follow his orders.
Bruce watched as Dick shocked his brother. He wasn’t a praying man, but at the moment, he was begging whatever entity that was listening for this to work. Let there be another miracle; let his son come back.
Please, I’ll do it right this time.
“Again,” Jason’s body jumped at the shock. He still didn’t move.
“Again,” Danny ordered.
“Please, I can’t,” Dick said.
“Trust me. Again.”
The last bit of ectoplasm entered Jason’s bloodstream, and just as it did, Dick shocked him once more.
Jason woke up screaming and with glowing green eyes.
A red ring started from his waists and traveled up and down his body, splitting in two. Jason’s hair had turned white with black streaks. His wounds bled green, and he was paler. Suddenly, he returned to his regular self, the Y-incision no longer bleeding and looking years old.
His son was no longer fully human, but he was alive.
As soon as Jason’s screams echoed through the halls again, Talia walked in.
“Habibi,” she said after Jason stopped screaming, “you have been avenged.”
Jason passed out.
Well, here it was. I only have two or three chapters after this, maybe an epilogue. I would appreciate any comments on how this chapter went. I'm hoping it came out well.
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Hello author-Chan! Could you do a shikamaru x fem nsfw? Kinda like a enemies to lovers type of story :)
His Eyes
Shikamaru x fem! reader
summary: You are captured and held in Konoha to repent on your mistakes but you couldn’t stop thinking to this particular man who outsmarted and humiliated you in all possible ways.
warnings: 18+ content, angst and unprotected sex
a/n: I got inspired by the song Neovaii- Your eyes while writing this
You stared at the cold bitter prison floors as you heard the footsteps coming towards your jail. You never bothered looking up, your hands trembling in anger and your blood boiling in desperation to kill him.
Nara Shikamaru. You kept drilling to your mind. You gave in, you let him in and he outsmarted you. He was weak, so he used his brains to get the intel he desperately needed and took advantage of you.
The fucked up shinobi system killed your entire family, your entire clan and when the great nations united after the fourth shinobi war you’re still alone.
Those eyes, what a liar.
You heard the familiar sound of metals, two anbu guards unlocking the bar and even removed the chains on your hand. The silver haired man stood in front of you as his hands crossed. The Sixth Hokage. Hatake Kakashi.
“Aren’t you even afraid I might attack you? Are Konoha ninjas this reckless? Why am I being unchained? Go ahead and order my execution already, Hokage.” You snarled at him, your eyes constantly fixed to the sixth hokage but he never backed down and showed who are really superior among the both of you.
“I do not know why, but my advisor desperately asked to release you.” You clenched your fist. You know you are as skilled as many shinobi but you just know you cannot take on the Hokage, the former Copy Cat Ninja who is said to gain the susano’o without the Uchiha bloodline
“That man is nothing but a liar and he did it under your orders!”
“We needed to investigate the crime scenes happening on various villages that you caused.”
You never answered. Yes it was true you killed dozens of civilians and shinobis who took part on killing your family. There’s only one of them that’s left and it is the future head of the clan responsible for your family’s death, Nara Clan.
Suddenly, a silhouette of the familiar pony tailed man that took advantage of your feelings appeared on the premises. You balled your fist harder, desperately wanting to kill him.
A spitting image of the killer of your family.
“He said you did nothing wrong and you were only a victim of this shinobi system. Everyone lost someone important from the horrors of the past as well. It’s time we change this system and move towards a path of peace.” The Sixth Hokage answered and before he leaves the premises he tapped Shikamaru’s shoulder that gave him a nod in response.
The cold floors, eerie breeze of the prison doubled. You stared at him, desperately trying to hold back your tears as the memories from that night appeared on your mind again. He destroyed you. When you thought you found the light, you’d always end up shattered.
You trusted him.
“Let’s go outside first, I’ll help you find an inn to stay for some short while.” He said non-chalantly.
“I do not need your pity Nara.”
“Just at least let us find you a place to stay for the night.” He answered, completely ignoring your phrases.
All you ever did was to agree and follow him. As both of your reached the room, an anbu guarding him was finally gone. This was your chance. Just a yield of your hand signs can kill him but you can’t, you just can’t. For the second time you gave in to this man that once fooled you.
“You have your chance. Kill me. Hurt me now, give back what my clan did to yours. You know I am weak and I can’t fight you in close to close combat.”
In an instant, you teleported to his direction, slamming his back to the wall of the inn. Your tears streaming down to your cheeks. “You lied to me. You used me.”
“I need to know the reason why you went to various villages to kill the civilians.” He answered
“I trusted you!!” You exclaimed, not bothering on the tears constantly falling to your cheeks. Your grip on his Konoha flak jacket is getting tight and his hands snaked to your waist. He softly held you but he did not even try to get away from your grip.
“I need to know what my clan did to your family.”
“Liar.” His grip on your waist pulled you close to him. You felt your knees getting weak by the familiar sensation you once shared with him.
“What happened between us is never a lie y/n.”
You gave out a tired smirk. You just had enough of his lies. You just want to die and disappear from the stupidity of falling inlove to your family’s enemy.
“Your eyes Shikamaru are just so good on lying.”
“y/n...”
“I should have stopped...When I noticed those eyes.” You answered trembling as his hands went up to your wet cheeks.
“What I felt was true. I couldn’t face you when I got the answer I need. I love you.”
“You used me for intel. You laid me down for an intel!!! You gave me stupid promises for a goddamned intel!!! YOU EVEN RESORTED ON SAYING YOU LOVE ME FOR SUCH STUPID INTE-”
His lips smashed to yours, his hands cupped your cheeks and you closed your eyes as more tears kept on falling. No you can’t. Not with the enemy.
“It’s true.. I do love you.. So bad...” He muttered as his kiss went down to your jaw
“That I’m even willing to get killed by your hands... Just to prove I’m yours... Just for you to be mine again...” His other hand tightened it’s grip to your waist.
“I’m never yours!! Stop acting like you own me!”
He kissed you once again, more aggressive and more passionate. Your foreheads and tip of noses touched as he stared at you with those eyes. “But I am yours.. Just yours... y/n... I can’t let you go..”
He caressed your cheeks, an instinctive you find so comforting. “Please... believe me...” He said, his voice cracking and your eyes slowly softened by the desperate look he had. Anytime soon he may be fooling you again but you yourself knows how much you needed him.
“S-shikamaru..” A smile formed on his lips upon hearing you mutter his name. You finally kissed him, your desires taking over by the man that you love. You wrapped your arms around him and both of his hands are on jumbles as he tried to loosen the hem of your skirt.
You didn’t care already. You need him. You love him.
Shikamaru gently placed you down the bed, his eyes looking at you with passion and lust as he took off your long skirt, shirt and watched your breast fall free from his sight. He goes back to kissing your neck, leaving the love marks that you loved. You involuntarily held his shoulder and Shikamaru moaned in pleasure as he felt your pelvis pressed against him while you slowly rubbed his bulging manhood with one of your thighs.
“Shit.. y/n..”
His hands snaked down to your cunt, ripping off the undies that set up as a barrier and started rubbing it with preassure
His fingers entered your core, you held the sheets tighter as he watched you moan his name. Shikamaru goes back to kissing your breast, down to your stomach and finally to your aching core. He gave you such lust filled look as his tongue slowly licked your cunt in an upward manner while thrusting two of his fingers inside and out.
Your hands finally held his hair, the way you grabbed his hair and ground your steaming cunt to his face turned him on. He never stopped licking and pushing his fingers inside as your legs start to constrict and you scream his name while he gave the release you desperately wanted.
“Shika I-”
The hot velvety liquid that flowed out your cunt was licked off clean by Shikamaru and goes back to your top, caressing your face and giving you soft kisses. His lips landed to your forehead and smiled.
“I can stop if you want y/n. I will not leave not unless you tell me so.”
You frowned. You’re core is aching but as well your heart. The fact that both of you will not end together because of your clans breaks your heart.
But just this time. Just this last time.
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17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a
class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told
his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever
wrote.." It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving
home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen Pierce Road in
Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck
unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think
we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of
the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life
after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see
him."
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list
titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which
stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction,
had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and
began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that
I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I
knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my
life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a
detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled
with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read,"
"Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at ." Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my
brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger",
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could
it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the
files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly and yet
after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,
shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew
that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size
and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane
frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the
floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out
a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my
forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it... The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel with."
The handle was brighter than those around it, seemed newer, almost unused. I
pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell
into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They
started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I
cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file
shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the
tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as
He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His
response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read
every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He
looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger
me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things.
But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of
the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say
was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive. The
name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took
the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't
think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it
seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up,
and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were
still cards to be written.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God
so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him
shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the
gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did
or not, but what do you feel in your heart? .....I pulled this from my other page. Please feel free to share this❤
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The Winter Soldier (Chapter Six)
Summary: (Y/N) and the others successfully abduct a high-level Hydra operative, who provides them with information on Hydra’s bone-chilling plan.
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings/Disclaimers: Brief description of a panic attack
A/N: Hope you all enjoy!
Chapter Six (Previous Chapter)
“How in the hell did you come up with this plan?”
(Y/N) and Natasha were using binoculars to stare out the window of an abandoned apartment at a small courtyard situated between a tall building and a crowded outdoor café, where Sam was currently sitting and enjoying an iced tea; Steve was sitting in Sam’s car and parked around the corner, at the ready just in case the plan didn’t work. Once (Y/N) told the others her plan to abduct Sitwell and they’d taken a quick trip to Fort Meade for the EXO-7 Falcon pack, Natasha had hacked into the Hydra operative’s digital planner; she discovered in his itinerary that he’d be in a meeting with Senator Stern all morning in the building across the street, and then she’d managed to remotely clone Director Pierce’s cell phone.
Glancing away from her binoculars, (Y/N) flashed Natasha a bright smile. “It wasn’t that hard; part of it’s from a scene in my novel, actually. This is how Amelia – she’s the main character, by the way – tricks an enemy agent into giving her important information on her case.” She pulled the laser pointer integral to their plan out of her pocket and twirled it around her fingers. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“You’re in the wrong line of work, (Y/L/N). You’d make a good spy.”
(Y/N) chuckled bashfully and turned back to her binoculars. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to writing. Less of a risk of being shot at, you know.”
“Well, not many writers would just up and volunteer to try and take down a covert terrorist organization.” Although she said it in an off-hand manner, (Y/N) could tell that Natasha was genuinely curious about her off-the-cuff decision.
“I’m not usually an impulsive person, but what I said earlier was true: I have no right to do any less than what the three of you are doing. I won’t sit by and watch as Hydra destroys everything we know, especially knowing that there are ways I could help stop them. Besides, Sam and I are a team, have been for over a year now. I can’t let my best friend put himself in danger without being by his side.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at herself and gave the spy an embarrassed smile. “But please don’t tell him I said that, Nat, it would only inflate his already-enormous ego.”
“Secret’s safe with me, hot-shot.” Natasha paused for a moment. “You remind me a lot of Rogers. To tell you the truth, I think that’s half the reason why he let you onto the team.”
(Y/N) frowned at her comment, her eyes still looking through her binoculars. “What’s the other half-?” Just then, a group of men walked out of the building across the street. “Wait, is that Sitwell?”
Natasha looked through her own binoculars and nodded. “Yeah, the bald guy with the glasses.” She quickly set down the binoculars and typed out a quick text on her phone. “Time to see if your plan works, 007.”
Through the binoculars, (Y/N) saw Sam glance down at his phone and dial a number from his seat at the café. The group of men headed towards the parking lot, leaving Sitwell alone on the building’s steps. (Y/N) smiled to herself as she watched him pull out his phone and press it to his ear; he became skittish as he listened to Sam talk. Watching Sitwell’s lips, she carefully aimed her laser pointer and pressed the button just as he asked, “And why would I do that?”
She let out a triumphant laugh when Sitwell glanced at the red light on his tie and looked around in fear before hanging up the phone and walking towards Sam. “Yes!” She punched the air and put down her laser pointer and binoculars. “Dynamite with a laser beam!”
“‘Killer Queen,’ yeah?” Natasha grinned and nodded appreciatively. “Steve was right, you’ve got a great taste in music. C’mon, we’d better head down to the car…”
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Fifteen minutes later, Steve was throwing Sitwell across the rooftop of an apartment building; Natasha strode confidently after him, and (Y/N) tried her best to hide her unease as she trailed behind them. Although she’d thoroughly researched torture methods for her novel, she wasn’t quite sure she could stomach seeing them performed in real life. Stay calm, Captain America wouldn’t do those things to someone else, she thought to herself, fiddling with the edge of her grey leather jacket, although he did mention that they might do that one thing if Sitwell doesn’t talk. She looked up from her combat boots in time to see Steve say, “Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.”
“Never heard of it.”
“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?”
“I was throwing up, I get seasick.” Steve grabbed Sitwell roughly by the collar and forced him to the edge of the rooftop, but the man only smiled condescendingly up at the super-soldier. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you’re gonna throw me off the roof? Because that’s not really your style, Rogers.”
(Y/N) couldn’t see Steve’s face, but she assumed that he was smiling as he smoothed out the crumpled lapels of Sitwell’s jacket. “You’re right. It’s not. It’s hers.” After quickly stepping aside, Steve watched calmly as Natasha kicked Sitwell directly in the chest and he toppled off the roof, screaming the whole way down. Despite (Y/N) knowing what their plan was, she still felt her stomach lurch uncomfortably as the man’s screams grew fainter the longer he fell; she’d never mentioned her extreme fear of heights to any of them, but in that moment she wished she had.
Natasha turned to Steve. “Oh wait, what about that girl from Accounting, Laura…?”
“Lilian. Lip piercing, right?”
“Yeah, she’s cute.”
Steve shook his head and looked down. “Yeah, I’m not ready for that.”
(Y/N)’s confusion and slight jealousy at their conversation shifted to awe as Sam suddenly flew up and threw Sitwell back onto the roof while he landed gracefully on his feet. (Y/N) rolled her eyes in amusement as her best friend flashed her a wink, his wings quickly folding back into his pack as he approached them.
Sitwell, no longer composed and condescending, was shaking with fear on the rooftop as he held his hands up. “Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing Insight’s targets!”
“What targets?” (Y/N) asked, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.
To her surprise, Sitwell sneered. “And who the hell are you? The personal assistant?”
Steve grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and squeezed until he began wincing. “What targets?”
“You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C…” Everyone’s eyes snapped to (Y/N)’s, and she could feel the blood leaving her face as she fully registered his words. “Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to Hydra! Now, or in the future.”
Natasha, her face grim, drew closer to Sitwell. “The future? How could it know?”
“How could it not? The twenty-first century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”
“And what then?”
Sitwell rubbed his temple agitatedly. “Oh my God, Pierce is gonna kill me.”
Steve shook him again. “What then?”
“…then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time.”
A heavy silence hung over the group as they all absorbed what Sitwell had said; millions of people around the world are going to be killed by Hydra if we don’t stop them, (Y/N) realized in horror. She tried to avoid thinking about it, but she couldn’t help but replay Sitwell’s words over and over in her head: A first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C., a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C., a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C…
“Okay, time to head out.” After yanking Sitwell roughly to his feet, Steve turned to Natasha and Sam. “You two mind escorting him back to the car?”
“’Course not, Cap,” Natasha smirked as she and Sam grabbed Sitwell’s arms and dragged him towards the rooftop doorway, Sam throwing a concerned glance at (Y/N) as he went.
“You okay, (Y/N)?”
As Steve’s words left his mouth, (Y/N) registered the ringing in her ears and that she was taking rapid and shallow breaths; her heart hammered in her chest and through her clouded vision, she could barely make out Steve’s worried face right before her. “Can’t…can’t breathe…”
“Okay, it’s okay, um, here,” Stepping forward, he reached for her hand but stopped himself short. “Is it okay if I hold your hand?” (Y/N) gave a short nod and he took her hand, gently placing her palm against his chest so she could feel his strong heartbeat. “You’re okay, just try and slow your heartbeat to match mine. Can you do that for me? Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, like this.” He began doing the breathing exercise, and she shakily began copying him. “You’re doing great, (Y/N), just keep breathing.” To her surprise, he stopped the breathing exercise and began quietly humming a familiar tune; it was so faint beneath the dim ringing in her ears that she could’ve dismissed it as her mind tricking her if not for the feeling of reverberation in his chest. (Y/N) gradually felt her body responding positively; her breathing began to even out and as her heartbeat returned to normal, her vision cleared and the ringing faded away into nothing.
Once his humming came to an end, she looked up at him with an insecure smile. “‘Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,’ The Platters. Thank you. I-I don’t know what came over me, I was fine until…well, you know. All at once, everything suddenly became very…real for me.”
Steve nodded solemnly. “No one will think any less of you if you decide to go home. You’ll be safer, and-”
“No, no way.” She firmly shook her head, her mouth set in a determined line. “I’m staying. Just because I found out I’m a possible Insight target and had a panic attack doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly okay with sitting back while Hydra plans to kill millions; if anything, I’m even more invested in this fight than I was before.” She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a smirk. “If you’re trying to get rid of me, Rogers, then you’re going to have to try a little harder than that.”
When she finally stopped talking, she registered something akin to admiration in Steve’s small smile, and she willed herself not to blush. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few more moments, and that’s when (Y/N) realized that one of Steve’s hands was still resting on her waist and the other was gently holding her hand against his chest, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing small circles over her knuckles.
Steve seemed to realize the same thing because a moment later, he quickly let go of her and took a couple of steps back. With a pinkish tint to his cheeks, he glanced toward the rooftop doorway and replied, “Well, if you’re sure that you’re okay then let’s go. We’ve got a launch to stop.”
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!
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This is the “author’s note” I found on the amazon pages for the pretty hardcover Night World books. My memory is that it was just there, the book-blurb at the top by the cover picture, was this.
Like a bonehead I just copied the text without grabbing a screencap or noting the date. The amazon page now has the publication date is December 2016 so this bit of optimism was just before Ms. Smith vanished. Of course we don’t know when it was written or whose idea it was. Was Strange Fate really finished or was someone just feeling hopeful?
NIGHT WORLD Dear Readers, It’s hard to tell you how much the re-release of the Night World books means to me. It has allowed me to come full circle, to complete a cycle that began with Secret Vampire. It has allowed me to finish Strange Fate, which grew into an epic that included roles for almost every Night World character. And Strange Fate allowed me to show the origins of the Night World, the apocalypse that threatens to destroy it, and even a possible future in which the evil side of the Night World prevails. I am often asked how I conceived the idea for the Night World series. It began when I wanted to write stand-alone novels that would combine horror and romance. But I wanted more: I wanted to do a series in which this Night World—a vast, secret world that exists within the everyday world—would slowly reveal itself to readers. That’s why the first book is called Secret Vampire: the inhabitants of the Night World, composed of vampires, shapeshifters, witches, and other supernatural creatures I wanted to invent, are hidden from humans. A vampire is necessarily a secret vampire … because of the laws. I also wanted to write about a new kind of forbidden love. That’s not easy—most good forbidden love topics were old by Shakespeare’s time. But with this series, I could create the possibility of forbidden love simply by saying that the laws of the Night World prohibit a Night Person from falling in love with a human. But I still needed one more ingredient. I needed the rise of the soulmate principle to actively force Night People to fall in love with humans, no matter how hard they fought against it. Voilà! Then it was just a matter of making up interesting characters and setting them loose in my head to see what they would do. I often begin like that: sitting in a quiet room and searching for a sparkle in my mind that could become my new heroine. Sometimes it’s easy and a whole character shimmers before me. Sometimes I only get the faintest firefly glimmer of a new girl, and I have to hold my breath and see if that glimmer will materialize into a three-dimensional person. Heroes and anti-heroes are easier. It’s just a matter of picking one that will be a true soulmate for my heroine. I have a whole collection of these characters in my mind, all trying to crash the party. And they’re usually bad boys. The settings and in-depth plot development are another layer of work. But often the characters just run off and do what they want, and I have trouble keeping up with their antics on my keyboard. One thing I always do is look carefully at my characters and plot from all angles to make sure I’m not plagiarizing a book or series that I may have read before. That’s just normal procedure for ethical authors: we make sure our stories aren’t too much like another story we might have read. Of course, there are many ideas that have been around since the Babylonian myths, and many characters that are archetypal. But, really, it’s almost impossible to take many things from the body of another author’s work—say, someone else’s character(s) or plot or story device—without actually intending to do so. I can’t imagine wanting to do that. I wish I could say every author felt the same. Poppy North is a character I examined very carefully. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t too much like Bonnie McCullough, another petite character of mine from The Vampire Diaries. I didn’t even want to plagiarize myself ! But Poppy convinced me that she was a tough little squirt who by high school had already planned out her future, which is very unlike Bonnie. Poppy was going to marry her mysterious friend James—she just hadn’t informed him yet. Also, unlike Bonnie, she had a fatal flaw in her small body. In Secret Vampire, I knew I was dealing with a serious issue: terminal cancer in a high school girl. So I did a lot of research before deciding on a type of cancer that would be truly inoperable and give Poppy only a month or two to live. I went to several hospitals to talk to nurses in oncology wards. I always brought toys for the hospitalized children, but the whole subject was so heartbreaking I was almost afraid to tackle it. Once I did, though, I found that Poppy was even stronger than I had imagined. In the book, she makes the only choice she can to go on living, and she never looks back. Poppy is one of my favorite girls, and she ushers in Ash Redfern, who quickly became one of my favorite bad boys. Ash has a murky past of womanizing and … well, more womanizing. Ash returns in Daughters of Darkness because he has been ordered by the leader of all vampires, Hunter Redfern, to bring his three runaway sisters back to their cloistered vampire island. But when Ash locates his sisters, he runs straight into the human stargazer Mary-Lynnette, and the sparks begin flying—literally. Mary-Lynnette is a character I made up when I was a kid, and I’m always surprised by how many people like her and Ash together. Mary-Lynnette spends most of the time expressing her feelings for Ash by kicking him in the shins, but their dialogues are some of my favorite passages in the whole series. Ash, in turn, escorts Quinn into the series. And Quinn (who does have a first name, though he rarely uses it) is one really scary guy. A vampire since 1639 A.D., Quinn is sharp, cold, humorless, and heartless. Unlike Ash, who is mainly guilty of an incredibly long series of one-night stands, Quinn enters the series as a human slave trader. That is, he provides vampires with young girls, and he doesn’t ask questions about what happens to the girls afterward. This led to a problem: How on earth was I going to redeem this villain enough to make him someone’s soulmate in The Chosen? I really sweated over that. My first task was to make Quinn more sympathetic. The best way to do it seemed to be by telling a bit of Quinn’s own tragic story: how he falls in love with sweet Dove Redfern, and how her vampire father decides to make Quinn his heir. Dove’s father is Hunter Redfern, one of the most important vampire leaders in Night World history. This is the same Hunter Redfern who, nearly half a millennium later, sends Ash to drag his sisters back home. The same Hunter Redfern who sends his daughter, Lily, after Jez in Huntress. The same Hunter Redfern who tries to turn Delos into a merciless killer in Black Dawn. But, as a boy, Quinn doesn’t know anything about the Night World, and he is deeply in love with gentle Dove. When Hunter makes him a vampire by force and then when Quinn can’t save Dove from being killed, Quinn’s heart freezes over. For four hundred years it accumulates ice—until he meets Rashel. That’s another favorite scene of mine: when Rashel, a dedicated vampire hunter since (guess who?) Hunter Redfern killed her mother, encounters Quinn. A group of Rashel’s fellow vampire slayers have captured Quinn and plan to torture him, and Rashel is left alone to guard him. Quinn, feeling old and tired despite his youthful appearance and great power, gives himself up for dead—and is a little glad to do so. Rashel, however, can’t stomach the idea of torture. When Rashel talks to this most-hated vampire and hears his story, she deliberately sets him free. And that astonishes him. But it’s the soulmate principle working its magic. I loved making two such strong-willed enemies succumb to the silver cord that connects them. I especially loved hearing Quinn warning Rashel not to let him go—and then protecting her when her comrades arrive back in time to see that she’s let him loose. I really loved writing about Quinn and Rashel’s soulmate sequences. As Rashel enters Quinn’s mind, she sees “thorny scary parts” but also “rainbow places that were aching to grow” and “other parts that seemed to quiver with light, desperate to be awakened.” She begins to think that people ask so little of themselves. If the mind of a slave trader can look like this, an ordinary person must have the power to become a saint. It is with this revelation (and much penance on Quinn’s part) that Quinn is redeemed. That’s the thread that binds all the novels together: redemption. The possibility of a second chance. Everyone has choices to make, but even the most evil of vampires can choose to atone and be redeemed. It may not necessarily stave off punishment in this world or the next, but redemption is possible. I’ve been asked who my favorite characters are, and the answer always changes because it depends on the book I’m writing. Right now my favorites are three characters from Strange Fate. As for my favorite couples in the published books? Morgead and Jez—I suppose. Who would find themselves at greater odds than a vampire gang leader and his onetime superior, a vampire who finds out she is half human? I learned some cool martial arts moves as a bonus for writing about them. Then there is Keller, one of my all-time favorite heroines, and Iliana, the beautiful Witch Child, and Galen, ruler of the shapeshifters: the love triangle in Witchlight. Keller starts out seeming brusque and businesslike, but the love of Galen and of the unselfish Iliana help to heal her inner wounds. And I can’t forget Thierry and Hannah, and Circle Daybreak. I created Circle Daybreak because the Night World witches had only two clans: Circle Twilight and Circle Midnight. Those, like Thea in Spellbinder, who belong to Circle Twilight are not-so-wicked witches (that is, they don’t want to exterminate all humans like the darkest witches, those who belong to Circle Midnight), but they are still wicked enough. So what was to be done with all these new soulmates, when Night World law said that they must be put to death? Someone had to make a place for them where they would be safe, and I decided it was Thierry, one of the oldest vampires, and Hannah, his Old Soul soulmate, who has lived hundreds of lifetimes without ever reaching the age of seventeen. They are the ones who revive Circle Daybreak, where humans and Night People can forget about past tragedies and concentrate on a brighter future together. Although Thierry is an old vampire, he isn’t the oldest vampire. There is one older, the one who Changed him. She provides another thread that binds the series: the pitiless Maya. Maya is the first vampire, the witch who finds the secret of eternal life—and chooses to use it for evil. But there will be plenty more about her, including a look at the young Maya, her sister Hellewise, and their mother, Hecate Witch-Queen, in the upcoming Strange Fate. And so now I’ve come full circle, back to Strange Fate. But I can’t finish until I add the other joy that the re-release of Night World has brought me. It’s brought me into contact with you by e-mail. Night World fans write so many intelligent, articulate, courteous, exciting e-mails! I love to get messages from “old” fans, who say my works “got them through high school.” Thank you for them! And messages from new fans, who say they have just read all my reissued books—and are impatient for more. Thank you! And the messages that simply demand: “When is Strange Fate coming out?” Thank you, too! With a full heart, all I can say is thank you, thank you, and thank you again! I never thought I would have a chance to write an open letter to all Night World fans, and I can only wish that you knew how grateful I am … for this second chance. Sincerely, (LJ Smith signature image) P.S. I love to get e-mail, letters, and messages. Visit me at ljanesmith.net!
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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH34
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Chapter 34: Star Death Reality Show (XVII)
In front of the laser corridor, the world in front of them was dark, and even the corridor’s emergency lights were not turned on. Standing here was like standing on a dark cliff, and taking one step forward would lead to falling into the abyss.
Qi Leren turned on the flashlight, its dazzling light reflecting off the metal wall.
He walked forward carefully, for fear that the power would suddenly come on, but he also knew that it was impossible, and that there was still ten minutes before the time he and He Yi had agreed upon. He could successfully reach the door and wait for the power to be restarted. The defense system in this corridor and the identification system on the door were started at the same time. In theory, there was enough time for him to brush open the door with his ID card and leave the underground research institute.
Even if there was an accident, such as an early recovery of the power supply, this time he had already made an escape plan, which wouldn't be as awkward as the last time—that is, if he had to use S/L again. Thinking of the Prophet's warning, Qi Leren felt somewhat guilty.
He solemnly apologized to the audience, saying that this adventure might scare everyone, and then turned off the camera. Without doing this, there was no way to not make the audience suspicious. If he really let them see the abnormal situation in the laser corridor, there was no way to explain it!
Once again, Qi Leren stood in front of the door. The electronic card reader for the ID card couldn’t work because there was no power, so Qi Leren could only wait silently.
Eight minutes to go.
Qi Leren was a bit absent-minded. He was eager to get out of here and return to the world on the surface. He would tell Dr. Lu and Du Yue what had happened inside, and then they would think about it together. Time was running out. They had to find the four contestants who had been infected as soon as possible, kill them, and isolate the suspects.
There was still much to be done.
If the situation got out of hand, Qi Leren intended to ignore He Yi's dissuasion and bring Dr. Lu and Du Yue into the underground research institute, which was probably the simplest clearance method for this copy, but by doing so, there will be very few rewards... A bit of a loss.
With a zi sound, the sensor lights lit up, first far away then nearing. Qi Leren were shocked and stared at the card reader, which showed words he couldn't understand and the patterns of fingerprints. Qi Leren was overjoyed and quickly raised the ID card.
At the moment when the ID card was about to touch the card reader, the card reader suddenly went white. After a few seconds, a pattern reappears on it—a circle that looked like a clock, and there were strange numbers blinking in the circle. The symbols changed as the dots appeared in the clockwise direction...
People who have restarted electronic devices must be familiar with this pattern, but the vicious timing of its appearance made Qi Leren stunned.
The alarm of didididididi— sounded in the channel behind him, stinging his eardrums, and the laser beams at the end of the channel appeared again!
He couldn't say if he was angry or relieved. Qi Leren felt at this moment that the boot had finally dropped. He even thought wryly that he was still suffering from bad luck. Fortunately, as long as he waited for another half minute, He Yi would cut off the power again… If he didn't make any mistakes there.
Qi Leren, who had confidence in this venture, suddenly became suspicious.
Would He Yi really turn off the power? Would he really do it? If he didn't turn on the power, and he waited stupidly at the door and missed the best time to escape...
No, he couldn't wait. Take a gamble! Believe He Yi or believe in himself?
Qi Leren took the initiative, swiftly jumped up, and rushed forward, making a leap and running again. He crossed two laser lines and the next three were skillfully crossed. However, when the laser net was formed, he still could not rush out of the corridor, because the first group of mesh laser networks was formed too early.
But if he saved once, it would be enough!
Qi Leren ran the whole way. At the moment when the first group of laser nets was about to touch him, he saved his position. The laser nets collided with his body and destroyed him in an instant. At the same time, the laser nets that had destroyed the intended target disappeared.
Qi Leren was resurrected in the same place, unable to hesitate, and rushed out of this death trap without looking back before the second laser net could form!
The agreed 40 seconds had already passed, and the power supply had not been cut off, but Qi Leren was relieved: Fortunately, he chose to believe in himself. Reality had taught him never to gamble on any luck.
He leaned against the wall and recalled the Novice Village from when he had just entered the game. He had met a murderer in the hospital. What were his choices at that time?
He chose to hide, wait, and pray. If it was him now... Qi Leren smiled silently. Now he would want to kill that chainsaw killer, so would he even need to use S/L? After all, it was just an ordinary weak human being.
It had only been two months, but he was totally different from before. This change was not only reflected in his combat effectiveness, but in his sense of fighting. He had somewhat gotten rid of an ordinary person’s mentality of wanting to hide and had begun to deal with the endless dangers in a more active way. It was thanks to Chen Baiqi—her demonic training methods had made Qi Leren realize that shrinking from fate was much worse than "just don’t act recklessly".
After recovering quickly, Qi Leren took his gun in hand and set off, walking towards the power room.
He Yi must have had an accident over there. Qi Leren didn't believe that He Yi deliberately sabotaged him. He Yi knew that he had survived going through the laser corridor once, so he wouldn't be sure that this method could kill him. If Qi Leren had a narrow escape, he would be in big trouble. If he really wanted to plot against him, He Yi could have shot him in the head when he wasn’t paying attention, there was no need to wait like this.
A pi sounded in silence, and Qi Leren suddenly stopped and looked back in confusion. This sound... It seemed that the door at the other end of the laser corridor had opened.
Did someone find an ID card and come in? Qi Leren ran back quickly with his gun. He saw that the door at the end had indeed opened, and there was a figure poking around.
"Qi Leren! You’re still alive!" From the end of the long corridor, Dr. Lu waved excitedly at him.
"Qianbei, qianbei, are you okay? We’re here to save you!" Du Yue emerged from behind Dr. Lu, and they were like two mice clinging to the door, eyeing the cheese in the mousetrap.
"Don't come in! There are lasers!" Qi Leren shouted frantically.
"Okay, Du Yue and I found another ID card and finally got the door open. What should we do now?" Dr. Lu asked.
"You just wait, don't close the door, I'll go to the power room and turn it off, then you can come in safely," Qi Leren said.
"Then hurry back," Dr. Lu said.
"We’re waiting for you!" Du Yue shouted.
Relieved, Qi Leren turned to leave, took two steps, and then stopped. After learning his lesson, he explained, "He Yi is here. We figured out that the glowing stone is a parasitic monster called amphioctopus. It will parasitize the human body and multiply rapidly to infect other people. At present, about four people have been infected. Mark and Xue Jiahui are almost certainly infected, and Annie is also very suspicious. I’m not sure about the other one. Don’t trust anyone and don’t wander around until I get back!"
"I understand." Dr. Lu waved him away.
This time Qi Leren really left and went to the power room.
It was quiet, quiet everywhere, a disturbing silence. Qi Leren moved very fast, but his steps were very light. How did he develop these cat-like steps? Qi Leren didn't really want to recall it. But thanks to Chen Baiqi's demonic training, he had learned how to do this in three days, which was more than enough to cope with the current situation.
Coming to the floor where the power room was located, Qi Leren held his gun and quietly moved closer to his destination. The power room door was open. There were bright lights inside and rows of tall machinery and equipment running with a buzzing sound, but no one there. He Yi was not there.
Qi Leren frowned. Where was He Yi? At this time, he couldn't run around by himself. His sudden disappearance seemed to tell him that there was a new danger here.
What could it be?
Qi Leren didn't know, and he couldn't search for it now.
Dr. Lu and Du Yue were still waiting for him at the door. Should he continue to delay here, or turn off the power and go out?
Qi Leren hesitated for a moment, then flipped the switch.
The old machines made a slow plaintive wail, and they stopped working altogether. After doing this for several more times, these machines that hadn’t been maintained would likely break down completely. Qi Leren felt that if they weren’t in a copy, but in the real world, it would be impossible to turn on the standby power that had been idle for hundreds of years.
The lights went out, and this underground research institute became a dark paradise.
Qi Leren's ability to see in the dark hadn’t improved after the shell was broken, so it was impossible to see his surroundings clearly without any light source. He had to turn on his flashlight and run along the emergency passage towards the top floor.
This time, Qi Leren ran very fast, as if some monster was chasing behind him, and he didn't have light footsteps. After all, for a man running in the dark with a flashlight, the weight of his footsteps was meaningless. He passed through the winding halls and returned to the front of the laser corridor smoothly with his excellent memory of the terrain—
It was as if he had a faint premonition in his heart.
The door was open, but Dr. Lu and Du Yue were gone.
In the boundless darkness, in the boundless silence, as if he was the only one left on this deserted planet, stationed in the long night, watching the awakening monsters open their jaws and come towards him.
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Man so tonight’s pathfinder session was EVENTFUL. After sending the Hand of the Inheritor back to Heaven, we fought and killed Baphomet, which restored Sarenrae and Lamashtu to power. We returned to the material plane, spoke to Iomedae and the Hand of the Inheritor—
The Hand had lost his holy power due to Baphomet’s influence over him, so Iomedae was in need of a new Herald. So she chose Draven to be her new Herald, The Adamant Shield, in his place. We didn’t have time to celebrate however because Drezen was under siege by Aponavicious—
Each of our personal villains was leading a force—Tachtel, Lady Jerribeth, Lady Salzala, and Dirge. Because they were assaulting the city all at once we had no choice but to split up and face them all at once—
So we had a massive combat in which each part was happening in a different location. Hiskaria faced her parents’ killer Tachtel, who somehow remembered the alternate doomed timeline we’d seen and fled from—
Hiskaria fought Tachtel until he possessed Cassandalee’s Herald. Hiskaria made reference to a slightly 4th wall breaking quote that had been said to her earlier in the campaign by a different villain, and suddenly Tachtel froze and came apart—
When Hiskaria examined what was left of his body, she found a bullet hole in his head, but no bullet or casing. We have no idea what to make of it, except that our GM likes 4th wall and timeline shenanigans so who knows what he could pull.
Luna faced Lady Salzala, who had destroyed her moral body and ascended to a point where she could no longer be harmed. Luna fought hordes of Salzala’s experimental angel-demon hybrids while Arushelae gathered the last pages of Salzala’s journal we’d missed in her previous labs.
Luna put the journal together, but it was still warded by magic. Salzala taunted Luna that she was just a useless meathead child that couldn’t do anything to harm her since she couldn’t do even simple magic to get into the journal. Luna told her to shut up and watch.
With a quiet chant to herself ‘It’s a CAN-trip not a can’t-trip’, Luna tapped into the celestial heritage Salzala had locked away from her in her experiments, and cast break curse, removing the wards from the book.
Holding such a personal piece of Salzala’s life and accomplishments in her hands, Luna bound her to the material plane, making her corporeal again. Salzala panicked and created a shadow copy of a younger Luna using all of Luna’s anger to possess and attack her.
However Luna used Salzala’s book to work out a reverse soul jar and cast her out of her body, and accepted her anger back into herself, a part of herself still. However before she could kill Salzala, Arelu Vorlesh appeared in a portal and gave her an escape route to Iz—
Melody faced her demigod cousin Dirge in the Danse Macabre to determine the fates of Shelyn and Zon’Kuthon. They fought and performed admirably, both giving it their all, both arguing their best for why the world needed hope, why the world was hopeless and destined to suffer—
In the end they came to a stalemate. The Danse ended and they were perfectly evenly matched, neither able to beat the other. Melody tried to talk Dirge down one last time, tried to save him from himself. He found her attempt degrading. Instead, he offered a new solution.
Walk the world as equals. She would ease the suffering of some in her way. He would bring the end of the suffering of others in his. Twin gods who understood humanity in a way no others could. Dirge held out his hand. Melody asked if he would restore the Writ and free her family.
He said he would restore the Writ. Whichever members of her family wished to return to the way things once were could do so. Melody contacted the others, and apologized for if she changed too much. Then she took Dirge’s hand.
Black and white light engulfed them. The Danse had ended. Two new gods had been born.
Draven went to face Jerribeth. What he found was Leto, fused into the Glabrezu. His friend took control of her, and forced her to grant him a wish—he wished for her to fling them into the furthest reaches of the ineluctable Prison forever. A portal opened to drag him in.
Draven refused to let Leto sacrifice himself for him. He used his miracle spell-like ability and tried to use it to bring Leto back. The wish and the miracle clashed, and caused the portal to collapse and suck Draven in along with the Jerribeth hybrid.
Draven found himself in a dark place, surrounded by chains. Leto-beth asked why he always had to be so stubborn. They clashed, their wills trying to force the other out, to be the one to overpower the other, so their spell would be the one to succeed.
Draven caught Leto-beth in Chains of Light, paralyzing him. However he couldn’t get past his incredibly tough armor to do any damage—“so this is how my enemies always feel, huh?” he noted—this was basically a mirror match starting out, high AC low attack
Leto remained paralyzed for a bit but Draven never managed to get through his armor, nor could he get through his stubborn disposition—something else they have in common. Finally Leto managed to dispel the paralysis, and began his own assault—
But again—mirror match. He couldn’t get past Draven’s AC either. But unlike Draven he had something to do about that. He began dumping his AC into his attack. Big mistake—
Because then Draven started finally being able to hit once he let his guard down and getting reckless. And Leto still couldn’t hit Draven most of the time because Draven kept his defenses up. And also Draven crit twice. Which went a long way.
Finally Deaven’s stubbornness won out. Leto yielded—although he told Draven this was a mistake, that he should just let Leto do what he was going to do, that if Jerribeth got control again he wouldn’t be able to protect him.
Draven and Leto left the extradimentional plane, and Draven called to Melody to come help him. He needed a miracle and he’d used his only one.
Melody arrived, and used her final mythic point to try to counter Draven’s old wish that created the chains that bound all three of them—Jerribeth, Leto, and Draven—and free Leto once and for all—
She rolled barely above average on her dispel check even with advantage, and without any more mythic points she couldn’t surge it.
It wasn’t enough.
Leto told Draven. He TOLD Draven it wouldn’t work. He should have listened and let him remove them from the equation. Now what were they going to do?
Jerribeth took back control. She taunted Draven, telling him he should have listened to poor Leto.
She said she was going to Iz before Draven decided to do something reckless, since he tended to get aggressive when she was around. “Don’t die :)” Then the Glabrezu hybrid teleported away, leaving a distraught Draven behind.
We didn’t have time to even process that though, because Luna contacted Draven and Melody telling us that a portal had opened up under the Citadel while we were dealing with that and we needed to get back NOW.
So we headed back. And arrived just in time to hear that the portal was connected to Deskari’s personal realm. And then see three locust-like demons step through, and one spear our wizard friend Aravashnial right through the chest. And that’s where we ended :(
#pathfinder#long post#sorry it’s formatted weird I posted this on twitter first and then copied it over#I didn’t want to write it twice#PF weekly
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httyd au: character plans
TommyInnit:
A funny and charismatic kid, tommy can always bring a shy dragon or person out of their shell.
Best friends with Tubbo, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Snotlout
I mean like him and tubbo are pretty much polar opposites but they met when they were really young and help eachother out tons
Tubbo will help tommy with dragon studies and tommy will defend tubbo from anyone wanting to hurt him or fishlegs
Snotlout and tommy grew up as rivals, always trying to gain the attention of the village, but as they grew older they realised how much more enjoyable their competitions would be if they were close friends
Tommy has a red and grey deadly nadder called nox. he's an energetic dragon with a playful side, however he ca get aggressive if someone threatens tommy.
Tommy will often just sit on a bench with nox, staring out at the sunset as he hummed the delicate tune of his two favourite songs, mellohi and cat
He hummed the tunes so much that Nox as even started to copy him, recently Nox has started humming the tunes to calm Tommy down if he ever upset or angry
Tubbo:
Tubbo is a shy yet chaotic kid that's an expert in all things dragon
He's best friends with Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Tommy, he looke up to them both, craving Fishlegs' knowledge and Tommy's confidence
He has a proud and friendly Razorwhip called Silver. Silver is literally Tubbo's biggest supporter, she's so proud of how far he's come
He has also trained a pack of Night Terrors that have all vowed to protect Berk. The large pack of Night Terrors stumbled upon Berk by complete chance, they were seeking sanctuary for their injured leader and lucky enough for them, Tubbo was willing to help!
So he nutured the leader back to full health, allowing the pack to stay on the island while their leader recovered, and they haven't left since, even know their leader is good as new.
Silver has also memorized the tunes of Tommy's favourite songs because Nox taught her, she understood that tyey also calmed Tubbo down, so she used them for both dragon riders if they got upset or stressed
Technoblade:
Pretty much an urban myth among the residents of Berk, very few have had the pleasure of meeting and interacting with him.
Despite what the stories say, Techno is most definitely not a cold hearted killer or a cruel tyrant, he's just an awkward dragon expert with a thirst for victory
Techno has grey Titan Wing Triple Stryke, with rose gold tail spikes, called Spike. Spike is a fearless dragon destined for greatness and victory, with a hunger for success and strength, he and Techno are the perfect duo.
Spike was being hunted down by dragon hunters, but once Techno stumbled into the currently vulnerable dragon's path, he sensed the strength and potential that radiated from it.
The two are very protective of eachother, especially as they're usually the only other sign of life that they see. Techno and Spike live alone on a small island. Techno has a small farm there and he'll occasionally fly to Berk to trade for supplies
Jschlatt:
Schlatt is a misunderstood rebel, haunted by his past and love for chaos. One of the only people in Berkian history that has been forcefully exhiled, rumours of his unhinged behaviour and heartless actions were soread by the village elders, tainting his reputation.
Schlatt has a protective and wary Skrill named Spark, or affectionately dubbed Sparky. Spark is pretty much the only friend that Schlatt can rely on, so naturally Spark is protective and loyal to Schlatt.
Before he was exhiled, he requested that Phil and Hiccup, one of the village blacksmiths and the greatest dragon trainer, also son of the chief, could make him a body suit that would make him immune to Soarky's lightning bolt abilities.
Back on Berk, he was best friends with Quackity and Fundy, but those friendships collapsed when they went behind his back and spread false rumours, detailing Schlatt's appailling acts against the law of Berk
In the four years that he's been exhiled, he's only spoken to a few people. Among those few are Tommy and Tubbo.
He first met Tommy and Tubbo when they were trying to rescue Nox from a dragon trap. Schlatt knew the traps, he and Spark had destroyed many of them before, so he offered his help and a cautious, yet desperate Tommy accepted it. He freed Nox with ease, earning both dragon trainer's gratitude.
Philza:
Basically everyone's most treasured member of the village. He's the village blacksmith and everyone's support beacon, somehow becoming everyone's second father
He'll run his errands around Berk, whistling as he basks in the morning sun. Everytime he sees a familiar face, he'll double check on them, asking if they've hydrated, asking if they've eaten well and asking how they're doing mentally
He's always there to talk if something's wrong. Like i'm talking he'll drop all of his errands and take you to his and Kristin's house and sit you infront of the fire with a cup of steaming hot tea
He's best friends with Wilbur, Techno and Gobber
His dragon is a Stormcutter called Skye. She's a loyal, caring dragon, often motherly to young dragons that seek shelter on Berk.
If you can't find him on Berk, he's probably soaring through the clouds as the sunsets, with Kristin, on their dragon's backs
He's also pretty famous for his building and invention blue prints, his expertise is greatly sort after due to the aesthetically element of them
Recently, he found out that Tubbo adores bees and Tommy adores cows so, to make his sons happy, he's started learning how to make lil bee and cow figures and somehow incorporate them into his designs
From one corner or the archipelago to the other it's pretty much accepted that he's the most talented dragon tanner, even being anle to tame a titan wing if given the chance
Nihachu:
AKA Niki, she's pretty much the big sister of the village, a soft-spoken and kind dragon trainer that's always there to talk if someone needs her
She's pretty famous for being a dragon carer, she'll look after dragons that are injured or orphaned, raising them to full health so they can live life to the fullest
Niki has a shy, peaceful Lightfury, named Luna. She has pastel purple eyes and glimmering white scales. A timid, peaceful dragon without a care in the world, until Niki is threatened or hurt.
Pretty much the perfect team, Luna and Niki have the closest bond out of anyone on the dragon trainer team
She's best friends with Wilbur, Techno, Fundy and Tommy
As the story progresses, she becomes a mentor for Hiccup, helping him heal Toothless and develop the bond between them
Even as the story develops to httyd 3, she's still his mentor. Basically like sibling figures to eachother, Niki helps him learn how to approach the wild Lightfury without scaring her off
#mcyt#mcyt au#htyd au#how to train your dragon au#tommyinnit#tubbo#technoblade#jschlatt#philza#nihachu#how to train your dragon#httyd#long post
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Anime! Fictional! BTS x Real World! Reader- Welcome To My World~ Episode 1
HEY HEY! IM SO EXCITE! Btw who here plays BTS World? This is very loosely based off that.
I need to download it again tbh.
CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!
Leggo!
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What does it mean to escape? To get away. If it means leaving behind all you know, all you’ve been raised to know, all you’ve been led to believe, with just yourself and the clothes on your back. Scary, but thrilling. Terrifying, but inviting. Unbelievable, but definitely possible....
...
On a early Tuesday morning where the sun was barely grazing the orange sky, you sat by your windowsill. You were dreamily staring out into the halo that was a mixture of red and orange. The halo of greyish clouds matched your mood to a complete tee. The aesthetic beauty of nature wasn’t enough to make you smile or even blink twice, however. It was always like this though. Yet something about this scene made you go sour.
Releasing a sigh, you stepped away from the window, shutting the curtains. Another day, the same thing. All you could do was attempt to power through.
As you lazily pulled your shirt over your head, you had managed to dodge that annoying dog. The little brat wasn’t even yours, but your oh-so loving step-sister’s. He always had a affinity for making your room a hot mess. Only yours in particular.
“Get out of here you little-.” you chased the dog out of your room, slamming your door as it scurried off. “What did you screw up this time?” you curiously scanned the room. Everytime that little fluffy beast rammed his little head into your personal space, something would end up broken, ripped, shattered, or completely destroyed beyond repair.
You almost screamed when you saw a familiar book cover on the floor. You instantly dropped to your knees, praying to yourself that it wasn’t true. The cover had a pretty violent looking rip along with the first few pages.
Your absolute reason for waking up in the morning was tarnished. A signed cover of BTS Universe Issue #1. Probably your one and only favorite series on planet Earth. You gingerly picked up the book, trying to inspect it with hopes that the damage was minimal. As little as this was, you almost felt like crying. However there was no time, you needed to tape up the pages and fast! Who cares if you missed breakfast.
...
“Morning Y/N!” Your step-dad greeted you in the kitchen. “You were upstairs an awful long time, I was about to send your mother to see if you were still up playing that game of yours!” he smiled warmly.
“Thanks Mr. Chai.” you replied politely. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”
“You know...Y/N...you could call me Dad.” he set a plate down on the table. “I know I’m not your father, but I want to be the best father-figure for you because I know...you haven’t really had that.”
You had to stop yourself from saying anything else. You haven’t had the best parental relationship, and your new step-dad really was trying. Maybe it was just his daughter that drove you nuts.
“Thank you.” you replied, smiling. “...Dad.” you winked, making finger guns. “Geez! You made a lot of food for just the four of us”
“ Well you ain’t see muffin, yet!” he winked. “You and Nari have a busy day today. She auditioning and you, my friend....well I don’t know exactly what you have planned for the day.”
“I’ll tell you if we can skip the food related puns.” you sat down at the table. It was a rule that everyone waited for everyone else. Even though you had taken the extra time to repair your copy of BTS Universe, you had seemed to be the first person down the stairs. In all honesty, you were just going to hang out at the comic store until Nari called to tell you she was done.
“Hey now, Donut kill my vibe!” he continued, laughing. “I have a million more of these, come on. Don’t go bacon my heart, Y/N.”
“Good job Y/N, you’ve gotten him started.” You mom came down the stairs in her little blazer and pencil skirt. “Whatever will we do now.”
“He did it himself, the guy’s an animal! You married a wild child, mom.” you joked. “He might just be a serial killer.”
“Don’t you mean...cereal killer?” he held up a box of Raisin Bran to make his point. You could only shake your head as your mother and step-father laughed together. Food related humor so early in the morning had to mean today wasn’t going to be a horrible as it started, at least for you.
“WHERE ARE MY THIGH HIGH BOOTS!” you heard a screech from upstairs. “THEY BETTER NOT BE IN YOUR ROOM, Y/N!”
“...WHY WOULD I WANT TO WEAR YOUR SHOES!” you yelled back after taking in a deep breath. “NARI, IF I WANTED TO BREAK MY ANKLES, I’D HAUL MYSELF DOWN THE STAIRS.”
“When will you two get along?” your mom shook her head. “It’s been three years.”
“We don’t not get along.” You shook your head. “Not my fault she’s difficult.”
“I can think of a few times you’ve been difficult yourself, young lady.” you mother pointed a stern finger at you. “Like when you locked yourself in the room to read that silly cartoon of yours.”
“It’s not silly.” you defended yourself.
“Oh come on!” Nari’s voice voice could be heard alongside some loud footsteps. “I think it’s cute to be honest. Y/N here actually has a hobby besides stalking celebrities online.”
“Shut up, Nari.” you grumbled. “And keep your dog out of my room! He ruined my signed copy of BTS Universe!”
“Dorie got out again?” she seethed, looking annoyed. “I really have to put a bell on that dog.”
“Yeah.” you sighed, you bummed mood returning. Everyone knew just how much you loved that edition. You kept in in a super special display case, you cleaned the case every week, you kept your other issues on their own bookshelf along with your figurine and digital visual novel editions of the series. You were even on the buyer’s list for the special early anime release. You LOVED this series. Not even Nari dared to disrespect something as important as that, and she loved getting under your skin.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to find another one.” your mother set down a bowl of cereal in front of you along with a muffin. “Now eat, you have a big day today.”
“Yes mam.” you replied, helping yourself to some cereal.
“If you want, you can take a muffin or bagel with you.” your step dad said.
“Dad! I can’t, I have to be super focused remember? Breakfast will just slow me down!” Nari scoffed.
“Not having breakfast will make it even worse, dummy. Dude, you’re gonna pass out on stage.” you threw a tiny cereal piece at her. “Eat something.”
“I’ll eat later, I just have my eye on the prize and nothing is going to stop me.” Nari stood up determined.
“Will you at least eat some toast, crazy girl.” your mother said. “Y/N’s right, you need to at least have eaten something to calm your nerves. Y/N make sure Nari eats something before you two go your separate ways.”
“I’ll try, no promise.” you shrugged. “Nari, if you’re done, then get your stuff and let’s go.” You promptly finished your cereal and went to go back upstairs. “You got ten minutes.”
“What’s her deal?” you could hear Nari ask, followed by an sudden whispering of your mom stating exactly what she thought was wrong with you. Your bet was on ‘everything’.
You walked back into your room, grabbing your purse from your desk. You eyed your taped up issue of BTS Universe #1. There was no way you were going to find another issue like that, and that damned dog just treated it like a loved toy. You grabbed your phone and shoved it into your purse. You went over to where the issue was and placed it on your desk.
“NARI LET’S GO!” you shut the bedroom door behind you as you walked out the room.
...
You sped to a stop outside the building. Nari was shaking in her shoes. She seemed hesitant to even open the door.
“Call me when you’re finished so I can pick you up.” you said, getting ready to unlock the doors.
“You’re leaving me!?” Nari looked like she was about to explode.
“Hello?! It’s idol trainees only?” you raised an eyebrow. “I can’t go in there with you. Nari what’s the problem?”
“...Um...I’m nervous alright! I’m giving up almost everything and if I don’t get chosen...I’ll just prove my dad right. I need this.” she stared down at her hands. “I’m not used to being a reject. I don’t know how you-”
“You wanna leave here with two working legs, I suggest you don’t finished that sentence.” you cut her off. “I’m not a reject.”
“That’s not what I was gonna say. I’m saying I don’t know how you deal with nerves like this.” she looked like she was gonna pass out.
“...You just do.” you nudged her shoulder. “You just go for it and hope. Go for it.”
“...Okay, I’ll try.” she opened the door. “...Thank you.” she stood up. “I’ll call you when I’m all set.” she shut the door.
“I’ll literally be at the store around the corner.” you replied before driving off. You watched in the rear view as she took her sweet time going into the building.
...(Later on)
You trudged behind Nari as she ran through the door. She seemed happy, so that must have meant the audition went well.
“I’m gonna take a nap.” you called to your mom and step-dad. “See you guys at dinner!”
You didn’t wait for them to reply before you closed the door. As you walked over to your bed, you noticed a disc laying on your bed. Just a random DVD. The closer you got, the font on the front got clearer.
“BTS World?” It didn’t look familiar in the slightest. “It’s called BTS Universe, Nice try Nari.” you wrote it off as a stupid prank by your oh-so-loving Step-Sister. It was only then you realized Nari was with you all day.
You took another look at it, gently taking it in your hands. It looked like it was glowing.
Call it curiosity, but you needed to know.
Your laptop was sitting at the edge of the bed, so you put the disc in.
“State your name.” a voice came out of nowhere.
“What?” you looked around in shock. The voice sounded like it came from right behind you.
“Please state your name.” the female robotic voice repeated.
“Y/N.”
“Are you sure that you want Y/N as your name?”
“Um Yes?” you raised an eyebrow. You still didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
“Would you like to start a new game? You don’t appear to have any saved filed under the name Y/N.”
Maybe you were sleepier than you thought, but you ran with it. “Yes.”
“Starting new game....now”
Your screen began glowing a bright blue, a vivid, saturated blue. It was like your screen had turned into a flashlight.
“What the fu-” you suddenly stared at your hands, the very tips of your fingers turned pixelated. “MOM!!!” You tried to scream, only to have it come out in the form on an echo. You felt your feet leave the ground as tiny little pixels moved towards your computer. You could see the color draining from your walls, leaving everything white. It was like an earthquake ran through your room...only through your room.
Then...everything went dark.
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(Why hello there...LET US PREPARE. I’m gonna go through with it this time, I swear on my bacon! The guys are coming next chappie!)
#hoseok smut#taehyung smut#yoongi smut#jimin smut#namjoon smut#jungkook smut#seokjin smut#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop smut#kpop x reader#hoseok imagines#jimin imagines#jungkook imagines#yoongi imagines#namjoon imagines#taehyung imagines#seokjin imagines#imagines#bts au#bts imagines#bts x reader#bts smut#kpop au#au imagines
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Today while I was at work we got Willy’s Wonderland in. The new Nicolas Cage movie that is the most blatant rip-off of Five Nights at Freddy’s that could ever possibly be made.
And I’m not joking. This thing pretty much copied FNAF down to the letter with only a few, very minor changes made... Instead of a night guard, the protagonist is a night janitor. The name of the restaurant has been changed from Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza to Willy’s Wonderland, instead of being haunted by the souls of dead children, the animatronics are haunted by the souls of dead cultists... Although really... the cultists were all William Afton style serial killers who ran the restaurant and used it to lure children into the back and kill them, so that part’s really not much of a change... It was just FNAF with eight William Aftons... Oh hey... The lead killer was named Willy... Willy... William... Yeah... Okay it was FNAF with two and a half details changed... I mean the lead animatronic was a weasel instead of a bear, so maybe I should say this was a Popgoes knock-off instead of a FNAF knock-off... A knock-off of a knock-off... But now that I think about it, Popgoes does take place inside the FNAF universe (unofficially) so I guess it’s still just a blatant knock-off of FNAF. But actually it’s worse than that... This is going beyond just being a knock-off. It’s theft... This movie stole FNAF and tried to pass it off as it’s own thing.
Why do I say that?
Well when the movie came across my desk this morning, I instantly knew I had to watch it. There was no way I could pass it up. But being stuck at work all day, I was going to have to wait several hours before I could get home and do that. And with nothing else to do while I waited, and being the FNAF fanatic I am... I ended up using my time at work to start a deep dive into the movie. Which led me to finding a very interesting interview with the creators of the movie, talking about the creation of the movie, and what I found was quite shocking.
Namely what I found was that the creators were giving zero credit to Scott Cawthon, or the FNAF series, for the inspiration behind this movie. Never once did they ever mention or even acknowledge that FNAF is a thing that exists. Instead they gave this convoluted back story about how they came up with the idea for this movie all on their own and actually tried to pass this off as an original idea they came up with themselves... The audacity, and downright stupidity... of this left me breathless. You are really going to rip-off FNAF... one of the most wildly popular indi game series of all time... make a movie where 90% of your audience is going to be FNAF fans... and then try to say it was your own idea and take all the credit for yourself? And you are going to do this seven years after the franchise exploded into mass popularity? Are you insane? Are you delusional? I mean this thing rips off the FNAF franchise so closely you are lucky Scott Cawthon isn’t slapping you with a lawsuit for copyright infringement.
But how was the movie itself? Well strangely enough, it was kind of fantastic...
I mean, Nicolas Cage gave his most absurd performance ever in what was possibly the most absurd movie he’s ever been in... Playing a mute drifter suckered into working one night as a janitor in a closed down pizzeria preparing for re-opening... A man with the most dedicated work ethic in the universe, an obsession with drinking fruit punch soda, playing pinball machines, always wearing a clean uniform, and always taking his scheduled breaks no matter what... To the point of actually walking out in the middle of a fight so he can go take his break... But also a man with no viable emotion who can knock a killer animatronic flat on its ass with a single punch... In other words its Nicolas Cage being weird as fuck for no apparent reason... as we expect of him...
But somehow the absurdity of Cage’s character managed to provide the most faithful adaptation of a protagonist in a FNAF game I ever could have asked for. He just got attacked by an animatronic that told him it wanted to eat his flesh right before it tried to kill him... and as soon as he was done destroying it he just goes right back to work as if nothing even happened... That’s a FNAF game in a nutshell... Again... From people who are giving no credit to FNAF and trying to pass this off as their own idea... But even if they don’t want to admit it, they nailed FNAF perfectly. Even cage walking away in the middle of a fight to go drink fruit punch and play pinball because it was break time was reminiscent of how the moment the clock strikes 6:00 AM in the games and your shift ends everything just stops and you go home. Foxy could be right outside banging on your door, trying to get in, but if it’s 6:00 AM you aren’t worried about that anymore. You’re not on the clock.
Even Cage’s character being mute could be seen as a reference to how the protagonists in a FNAF game never talk...
You would think someone making such a perfect satirical analogy of FNAF would at least give some kind of credit to the source material they were spoofing...
But not even a mention in the special thanks... But why should they thank Scott Cawthon? They obviously don’t know he exists. This is their own idea they came up with on their own based on some restaurant they went to that used to exist in Las Vegas... They’ve never heard of FNAF before...
They credited their Sound Mixer as Mike Schmidt, but they’ve never heard of FNAF before. They came up with this idea on their own...
One of the animatronics in the movie was changed last minute to be an alligator, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this movie coinciding with the release of the new FNAF game, which is also introducing a new alligator animatronic... Of course not... How could it when they’ve never heard of FNAF? No no no... That was just Nick’s idea because he really likes reptiles...
Hell... Even in the “making of” special feature they’ve got Nicolas Cage sitting there saying that when he read the script he thought it was very original and the director sitting there talking about how unique the script was... It was carbon copy of FNAF with two minor details changed, but it was so unique and original... Fuck me! You aren’t even the first movie to knock-off FNAF! The Banana Splits Movie already did this two years ago!
The movie was still great. I had a blast watching it. I almost want to say I love it. But I don’t love it when someone tries to take the credit for something they didn’t come up with... That I don’t like...
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Sherlock X reader- a romance to killing it (second chapter)
Synopsis: Sherlock falls in love with a girl, but what he didn't know was that she was a murderer sent by moriarty to kill him
Author's notes: this is a continuation of the first fanfic I wrote
initially it was to have a single chapter but my friends insisted that I continue
there will probably be 2 more chapters after this
I made a pun for the title because I couldn't think of anything better
I may have a spelling mistake because I am Brazilian and my English is not very good
if you haven't read the first chapter here is the link: chapter 1
Feeling a little relieved, Sherlock can actually stop and think for the first time in the past few hours.
he couldn't tell if he was impressed, hurt or had admired the girl even more
sentiment was really something dangerous, that was the final proof he needed.
And he doesn't really understand who that girl who accompanied him for months was, and now he needed answers.
he needed the truth
‘’ Tea? ’'The girl returns to the room where he sat and holds out his cup‘' I can assure you that I didn’t put anything unusual this time ’’
he takes the cup and (y / n) sits next to him, both keep silent for long minutes without much courage to start the matter but they both knew that an hour would be necessary.
‘‘How?’ 'He asks and she stares at him without understanding what he meant ’’ I need to know how I didn’t notice you’re a murderer, this is the kind of thing I would never let go of , and you know ‘'
'' Aren't you the amazing detective Sherlock Holmes? Solve my incredible crime '' she smiles at him defiantly '' Watch it coldly as if it were a game''She explains '' You don't pay enough attention to anything that doesn't benefit your work, or rather, anything that you don't think it benefits, that's your biggest flaw ‘'
‘’ I didn’t notice the game starting for the first time in my life ’’ he completes
‘‘Exactly, I think from that you can gather the information in your mind palace and decipher how it all happened’’
‘’ I could ..’’ he starts ‘‘but I want you to tell me, this between us is not a game, at least not for me ’’
She takes a deep breath and gives up thinking about what words to use to explain everything in a sincere way but without hurting him using then in the wrong way. One thing she and sherlock were very much in common was not understanding human emotions very well and ending up saying things that hurt others accidentally.
‘‘Ok I’ll tell you the truth, since you seem serious about it. It all starts with that murder that you unveiled when we first met, the clue that I presented that you had not seen before was the key to everything, for this not to be a boring monologue and to kill me with boredom say your guesses ’’
'' You came up with a clue, a hair that went unnoticed, it makes me think that you already had it and implanted it at the crime scene ‘'
'‘Once I heard the phrase ‘ Perfect crimes don’t make suspects ’ I have a different point of view about it, I think perfect crimes are those where there’s a suspect but not the real one‘'
‘’ Who is the man who was arrested after all? ’'
‘'An incompetent, I got evidence of his other crimes, the real ones that were much worse’'
‘’ You threatened him to take up his crime, he would be arrested in any case but assuming that crime the penalty would be less ’'
‘'And in the meantime your attention was diverted, you began to doubt yourself and at the same time to be instigated about me that I treated you as someone with average intelligence unlike everyone who idolizes you as a genius’’
‘‘ I look so predictable with you saying it like that ’'
'' This is how most people who speak to you feel every day, my dear ''
‘'So that must be the defeat feeling of being a normal person’'
‘‘ Don’t worry you don’t match other ordinary beings, playing with you was fun ’'
'' So much fun that it made you fall in love with me '' he plays with the cup watching the liquid spin in the glass
she looks at him with pity
'‘I don’t want you to feel used’
‘‘ You called it a game yourself ’” he points out
‘'And it was, in the beginning’’
‘’ And when did it stop being a game? ’’
'' In the moment I started to see you as a human being and not as something that I should destroy, that afternoon when you were so bored that you almost overdosed and I finded you almost dead, in for a moment I thought I was only concerned with losing the fun that would be killing you, but then I realized it was more than that, sentiment is a funny thing isnt it ? ‘’ She laughs at herself
He sure remembered the overdose, they dated for two months, she had an appointment and he had no case to solve and John was working. She found him out on the floor when she got home and it was a matter of seconds before she called for help and he was put in an ambulance, he came very close to death that time.
He wondered if John had missed him in the past few hours, but he remembered that his best friend had finally made peace with his sister and went to visit her for the rest of the week.
Sherlock analyzes the place around him, it was a mansion decorated with dark furniture, everything had black and red colors, as windows were made of a material that made it almost impossible that you opened it from the outside by someone without the key and the door too, could be seeing dust everywhere and some cobwebs, it shouldn't come here very often.
‘'This is the house where I grew up‘
'' What? ‘'
‘'I saw that you were analyzing the place, everything is dirty and kind of old because I haven’t come here in the last five years‘
''And your family ?''
'' Dead '' she says without giving much importance
It was the first time they had talked about her past, and he wanted as much information as possible.
‘'If it isn’t too impolite, could you talk more about that?’’
"It is just a boring story, but if you insist on knowing I will tell you" he pays attention in detail to every word she says, it is rare that she talks about such things and it cannot be a missed opportunity "" at 17 I ran away I ended up meeting dangerous people, great criminals with incredible murderous skills '' she gets up from the sofa, placing the farm on a nearby table and starts walking around the room, standing still for a long time was something that bothered her '' I was tired of an ordinary life, I was about to go to college and just thinking about ending my days as a social ornament like my mother, or being an ordinary worker, made me anxious'' she takes a knife and analyzes it “With this knife I killed one of the men in that gang, it was a thoughtless and miscalculated act by a rebellious teenager, but it attracted their attention to me, and to my surprise they thought I had the skills, they trained me as a murderer and sent to kill other criminals ’’
'' What does this have to do with your family? ‘
'' Enemies found them and they were killed, the house and all my family's assets were given to me as an inheritance, I was practically rich, but it seemed like a futile and boring life and I, like you, run away from boredom, in some moment the group that trained me was dissolved and i followed the path of hired killer, but killing only big criminals, after a while you notice that these types of people have a lot of information about other dangerous people and with that information I had power, it was a matter of time before I met Moriarty ''
‘’ About Moriarty, what do you think about doing now? What's your plan ’’
‘'Killing Moriarty, getting a copy of his contacts if we have Moriarty’s data, we can serve terms in jail, and whoever comes along midway I’ll kill’’
‘'You talk about kill as if it were something common’’ (y / n) approaches him and looks him in the eye with an air of guilt
‘’ I’ve always believed that everyone I was sent to murder committed crimes as ruined as the ones who hired me committed, that’s until I met you and now I’ve started to question everything .. ’’
‘’ After your plan to kill Moriarty, what will happen? You are a murderer and I am a detective '' he stands up slightly by the wrist and looks into her eyes
‘‘ Mycroft ’’
''My brother? ’’
"Negotiate my freedom in exchange for all the information I have collected over the years and the information we are going to steal from Moriarty,we can also negotiate your freedom since at this hour they must have found a body in your house and due to his suspicious disappearance you may think that you killed him and ran away ‘'
‘'I hadn’t thought about that last part’'
"I kind of didn't give you much time to think today, it's a lot of information and you have emotional involvement, it's normal to be a little stunned, anyway the point I want to get to is ..." she holds his face affectionately and smiled '' even though part of a disguise solving crimes with you was one of the best things in my life, not everything was false, after the first crime the rest were not outlined by me, and maybe you still need my help ''
And he hugs her around the waist, pulling her closer and she kisses him deeply.
When they separate his foreheads lean against him and he says:
‘’ Your help will be helpful in getting my plan right ’’
‘'What plan?’'
‘’ The plan to keep you with me for the rest of my life ’'and upon hearing that she kisses you again
Perhaps that was the end of the life she had for all those years, but she would have him and a completely new life to explore.
And he would have a lifetime to discover everything about her that was now tired of games and disguises. She would never pretend again, at least not for him.
#Sherlock#Shelock holmes#sherlock holmes imagine#sherlock x oc#sherlock tv series#bbc sherlock#sherlock fanfic#Sherlock x reader#sherlock x you#sherlock x y/n#sherlock x reader angst#sherlock imagine#x reader
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Same anon as before, I thought of a better way to explain my ask. Because I don't think using Voldemort as reference is a good idea cuz now that I'm older I realize that Voldemort isn't the smartest villain. Like what was Voldemort's endgame anyway? So let's use another popular villain whose endgame is clear. MCU's Thanos.
Thanos' endgame is doing the snap, that's his ultimate goal, getting the gauntlet and the stones is the process he needs to go through to get there. The only reason he came face to face with the Avengers during that process was because either one of them or someone close to them had one of the stones or knew where it was and they went all like "Oh, no sir. You won't." But if none of the Avengers (or someone close to them) had or knew about the stones they would've been as confused as everyone else as soon as everyone around them started disappearing.
Now, let's go back to MHA. What is AFO's endgame? As far as we know right now, it's getting OFA back. What does he need to do to get there? Getting a stronger body (Shiragaki's) and defeat the user of OFA (All Might/Deku).
What does U.A have? They don't have All Might (and we know he doesn't care about him anymore, I mean he probably still wants to kill him). They don't have Shigaraki (even if U.A had a villain held hostage he probably would only care if it's Shigaraki or Machia) and they don't have Deku (current holder of OFA). So why go there?
There are various kinds of villains, but the ones we tend to see the most are the reckless ones and the smart ones. A reckless villain would be like: Well, Hero Killer was killing heroes last month, hence the name, but now, he's killing quirkless people and robbing banks. And everyone is like: Wtf, that doesn't make any sense! What's his deal? - Idk, man. Go ask him.
A reckless villain is a villain whose pattern you can't identify. As far as we have seen (especially recently with Lady Nagant and Dictator) is that AFO is a smart villain. The ones that by the time you realize wth is going on they're already 5 steps ahead of you.
So, the only way I see AFO going to U.A (without Deku being there) it's like this:
Well, none of these good for nothings could bring me Deku, so how am I gonna get Deku?
Well, where is Deku rn? Running around the city acting as vigilante.
Ok, why is he there? Cuz he's looking for me and the LoV.
Ok, why is he alone? Cuz he doesn't want me (us) to hurt the people he cares about.
And where are these people? Oh, well. I'm gald you asked, sir. Cuz they're conveniently all in one place rn.
(Ding, ding, ding. Idea, idea, idea).
So you're saying that if I go to U.A, and hurt him where it hurts the most, he's definitely going to show up and that's how I'm gonna get him.
MHA's Final Battle everybody!
My point is... U.A is a double-edged sword at this point. Deku being there it's dangerous, Deku not being there it's dangerous. Yes, there are heroes and heroes in training in there, but there are also civilians in there. The families of these heroes are there. So, if U.A ends up being the place of the final battle (like Hogwarts) it's gonna be bad. Like Deku's mom could die, Bakugou's dad, Todoroki's siblings, Ochaco's parents, Tensei. Heck, Eri!
It dosen't matter how much I twist it, U.A is a big red flag right now.
Anyways, thoughts?
Sorry that was loooong 🙏
lmao FUCK
I just responded to your previous ask and I basically covered everything in the other one okay okay lets see
so I just deleted the other ask and copy/pasted the answer lol also i pretty much covered what you said in that previous ask so it should be fine lol
Using UA as a lure would be a great idea, but I think AFO definitely has more on his mind for Deku. Speaking on it, the reason AFO couldn't take OFA had a lot to do with Deku's willpower, so breaking that is step one to taking OFA. AFO is playing the long con in this particular situation, and it's likely his goal is to mentally and physically weaken Deku so that when he goes to take it again, it will be easy for him to do so.
Deku has been stalked and attacked by several assassins and he's running on fumes after all this. Mentally and Physically? Deku is barely scraping by. If this were a round of Phasmo his sanity percentage would be like... 12% lmfao
More under the cut
Attacking UA? Perfect. For me, I don't consider UA to be a location, I consider it to be a game piece. If I were AFO, UA would be a pawn for me. Something worth getting rid of if it meant getting that checkmate because AFO is actually an evil, evil bastard. Anyway, Deku left his mom at UA with the Class 1-A members, trusting they would all be safe in UA's walls and away from him. This would be the perfect point to royally decimate Deku. Class 1-A being defeated at Kamino is something Deku can put in the slot of: well, fuck they got attacked but it's because they were with me :(
But he wouldn't be able to categorize UA getting attacked and his mom getting hurt under the file labeled "This is my fault, because I'm here." if Deku is away from UA when it happens. Now is the perfect time for an attack on UA. Deku is in a bad mental place and his physical condition is pure garbage, so if AFO were to launch an attack on UA while Deku is clearly incapable of defending it? That would destroy Deku.
UA is a playing piece, and I think AFO is about to sacrifice it. I don't think the final battle will be at UA and I don't think it will be at Kamino either.
What I can say is, UA has remained relatively untouched (to our knowledge and there's nothing suggesting otherwise), probably because of its defense systems and the fact that it's considered a safe house for civilians right now. I'd guess that they have Pro Hero protection on top of whatever bullshit system they put in per Nezu. Plus, prior to Class 1-A abandoning UA to come get Deku, they had the protection of students deemed capable enough to have licenses.
UA was an absolute fortress during that time period because there was no fucking way the kids were gonna let their families get hurt on their watch. But that's the thing now isn't it? They aren't there.
For me, AFO attacking UA was never in question. It was always a question of When?
#dishing out some meta today boys#class a is truly having such a bad fucking time lmao#bnha#boku no hero academia#xeinonymous
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What got u into Trixie and Katya?
I watched the first three seasons of RPDR as they aired and when the novelty wore off I bailed so I missed season 7. I did see AS2 with my friend and liked Katya in particular. Then one night I put Moving Parts on while I was doing something else. I hadn’t seen UNHhhh or anything. The only thing I knew about Trixie was that people copied her makeup on youtube to be funny. So while I appreciated the documentary and thought it was well-made and interesting, it didn’t destroy me.
Then RPDR UK aired, and I like England a lot so I watched that. I enjoyed it so much (much betta) that I went back and watched all of RPDR US from season 4 on. Which is just wrong, too much drag race in too short a time. And then I saw season 7 and loved Katya even more, and then I rewatched AS2 again and got choked up during her speech at the end, and then I started watching UNHhhh and realized oh wait I love these people? I actually love them.
Oh no.
By the time I saw Moving Parts for the second time I almost couldn’t get through it. I couldn’t even talk about it with my best friend without crying. I had to preface everything with “I know this is insane but it’s how I’m FEELING MY FEELINGSGHSHGHSGH” and luckily they’re used to my antics so they understood.
But I was so far behind! I became obsessed with figuring out the timeline of everything. Like everything. I wanted to know what happened when and how much people knew about what was happening, and then of course all the interviews and every (sometimes brutal) podcast episode. I started writing things down and sticking them to my wall like a serial killer, no joke. Things like “friends are known in trouble, not in joy” and lyrics from Trixie’s songs, and dates of when things were said or posted. Part of me was vibing with the angst of the Moving Parts era, simmering in the sadness of it, but at the same time I felt extremely lucky because T and K had done everything together since then and I had a wealth of evidence that things were/are better. I never had to wait and hope for more to enjoy or take comfort in because it was already there.
There have been rough spots along the way. They’re as flawed as anyone and not all of their takes are my takes, but I appreciate that they’re figuring it out publicly (which I would never), and letting us watch.
So that’s my exceptionally long answer! And I didn’t get into the fanfic side of things, oh my god...
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You should be scared of me
Summary: Dad always seem to be adopting boys who reminds him of himself when he was a kid. The first boy he adopted was Dick Grayson. He became my best friend. We were attached at the hip even though he was older than me. After he left I became lonely again. I was alone for a year then dad adopted another boy. Jason Todd.
I was trying to read my book as I lay on my stomach on my bed. But the loud music blaring through the mansion was making it hard. “Fucking Jason.” I said as I slammed my book shut as I got up from my bed. I left my room so I could tell Jason to turn it down some so that I could read my book. I could hear the sound of a motorcycle. Great now Dad and Alfred are going to be super pissed when they get back home. I stood at the top of the stairs as I watched Jason drive the motorcycle over and jump off falling down the stairs. I let out a sigh as I rolled my eyes. “That was sick.” I could faintly hear Jason say. “Don’t tell me. You’re Jason Todd.” I heard a familiar voice say. I look to see Dawn and Hank. “Yeah and who the hell are you?” Jason asked. “Dawn! Hank!” I yelled as I ran down the stairs to give them each a hug. “Hey shorty.” Hank said as I gave him a hug. “I’m Dawn Granger. This is Hank Hall. Hey sweetie. Rachel sent us to find you.” Dawn said as I gave her a hug. “The girl Dick has been helping?” I asked and Dawn nodded. “Why me?” Jason asked. “Our hunch is she needs the guy you work for and not you.” Hank said. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Jason said. “Relax killer. I’m Dove. This is Hawk.” Dawn said. “We’re friends of Dick Grayson.” Dawn said. “What kind of friends?” Jason asked. “The kind that know about the big scary cave downstairs.” Hank said. Making Dawn and I laugh. Then hank tried to copy his mask with his hands. “Does that ring a bell? You want me to make bird sounds too?” Hank asked. “I do.” I said laughing a little. “Titans.” Jason said as he started to climb up the stairs. “Just tell us where your dad is at kids.” Hank said. “Oh dad’s not here.” I said. “Bruce is half way across the world with the rest of the Justice League. Alfred too. Got this place all to ourselves.” Jason said as he joined us. “Clearly.” Dawn said, “Hey look. Whatever you need Bruce for if Dick needs help I’m your guy. I mean one Robin saving aonther? We’ll never let him hear the end of it.” Jason said. “You’re the new Robin?” Dawn asked. “Present and accounted for babe.” Jason said. I felt my heart clench when he called Dawn babe. Hank laughed at it. “Babe?” Dawn asked. “What did he just say?” Hank asked. “Is older age finally getting to you hanky boy?” I asked. Hank gave me a playfully glare. “And that’s a pass on the help from heroes on training wheels department.” Hank said. “Frist off bro I’d put you on your ass in three seconds.” Jason said. “Okay you little shit.” Hank said stepping forward as Dawn and I put an arm up to keep Hank and Jason from fighting. “An secondly if Dick’s really strapped . I wanna help him. Kinda freaked out on him last time and I owe him. So where is he?” Jason said shoving his helmet at Hank. Both Dawn and Hank looked at each other. “We don’t know.” Dawn said. “Okay. Well then you need me. Dick’s got a tracker in him.” Jason said. “Nice try speed. He disabled it. Got a big ol scar to prove it. Let’s bounce.” Hank said shoving the helmet back at Jason. “He didn’t tell you about the second one? It’s in a place he’s never gonna find.” Jason said. “Ew. Just tell us where he is.” Hank said. “I can access it on the batcomputer if you let me come with you guys.” Jason said. I wanna kill this kid.” Hank said as he looked at Dawn. “Kill him after we find Dick.” Dawn said. “I want to come to.” I said. “Oh sweetie I’m not sure we don’t know what kind of trouble Dick is in.” Dawn said. “I would rather have her come than the kid.” Hank said. “Hey.” Jason said. “As long as you promise if something goes wrong to do as Hank and I say.” Dawn said. I nodded. “Ok then you can come with us sweetie.” Dawn said. I smiled as I gave her another hug. “Thank you.” I said. “Of course sweetie.” Dawn said hugging me back. “If you want to go get your suit on Jason I can take Dawn and Hank to the batcave to get Dick’s location.” I said. “Sounds like a plan baby.” Jason said. “Watch it kid.” Hank warned. “Jesus Y/n how many people are protective of you?” Jason asked. “Almost everyone now go get changed.” I said. Jason left to go get change. “Come on let’s go find Dick.” I said leading the way to the batcave. “I’ve missed you two.” I said. “We’ve missed you too shorty.” Hank said. “How long have Jason lived with you?” Dawn asked. “He came to live here not long after Dick left.” I said. “And how long have you liked him?” Hank asked. “What?? I don’t like him.” I said as I nervously laughed. “Oh come on shorty you are terrible at keeping who like a secret.” Hank said. “Come on now Hank don’t tease her I think it’s sweet.” Dawn said. We walked into the batcave and I went over to the computer and I started to track Dick location. It didn’t take long to find that he was in Ohio. “What in the hell is in Ohio.” I said. “Whatever is there it’s not good.” Hank said. “Okay now we know where Dick is we can leave as soon as Jason is ready.” Dawn said. “Well I’m ready so let’s get going.” Jason said as we look back at him. I logged off the batcomputer and followed Dawn and Hank out of the mansion to their car as the drive to Ohio started.
Jason and I sat in the back of the car on the drive. It took about a day to get to the location. When we pulled up I could see two figures. As we got closer I saw that one was Donna and the other was a woman I have never seen before. “Hey don’t stop on my account. I like where that was heading.” Jason said as we all got out of the car. “Jason?” The woman asked. “That’s right! The goddamn cavalry has arrived.” Jason said. “What the fuck is that? And why is it wearing Dick’s costume?” Donna asked. “The new and improved Robin. The annoying new Robin.” Jason and Hank said at the same time. “This is what Dawn and I have been dealing with.” I said. “Who’s your friend?” Dawn asked. “Um Hank, Dawn, Y/n this is Kory Anders. She’s an alien.” Donna said. “What?” Kory asked looking at Donna. “What? It’s true.” Donna said. “You could’ve put a little more love into that. Well I wish were meeting under better circumstances.” Kory said. “Why are you guys here?” Donna asked. “Rachel got inside her head at the hospital.” Hank said. “Yeah I think she woke me up from my coma. She in there isn’t she?” Dawn said looking at the black void. “Yeah.” Kory said. “So what the fuck is going on here?” Hank asked. “Rachel’s father is a being called Trigon. And if we can’t stop him here he’ll destroy your world. And move on destroying countless others. Our scripture states Trigon can only fully inhabit your world after he breaks Rachel’s heart.” Kory said. “We’re talking metaphors right?” Dawn asked. “We don’t know but if we don’t get through that force field and into the house in there. I’m afraid we’re never going to find out.” Donna said. “Kid should’ve asked us to get fucking superman.” Hank said. “Well I have him on speed dial.” I said. “Well I’m tempted to let you go ahead and call him.” Hank said. Then all of a sudden a very bright light came from the void. “Oh great. That’s not concerning.” Hank said. “It looks like someone’s inviting us in.” Dawn said. “Invitation accepted!” Jason said excitedly. “Titans…” Donna said. “Yes?” Jason said. “And new Robin. Let’s go.” Donna said. I watch as Donna then Jason walk into the void. “Should I stay by the car or can I come?” I asked. “As long as you promise Hank and I that you’ll be careful doing as we say.” Dawn said. I nodded. “Then come on sweetie.” Dawn said as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders as the three of us walked into the void.
I found myself walking back into the mansion. I was confused I just was in Ohio how in the hell did I get back home. “Dawn! Hank! Jason!” I yelled as I walked through the mansion. But no one answered me. What the fuck was going on? “Anyone!” I yelled. “Y/n.” I heard a voice say. “I look to see dad. “Daddy what is going on?” I asked as I walked towards him. Then Jason and Dick appear at his side both of them were wearing their Robin costumes. But I didn’t like the looks the two had. They looked like they were about to kill me. “Do you want to know why I keep adopting boys?” Dad asked. “No why.” I said. “It’s because I’ve always wanted a son not a daughter.” Dad said. “No dad it is not you. You love me as much as you love Jason or Dick.” I said trying not to cry. “If it wasn’t for Alfred I would never have kept you.” Dad said. “No it’s not true.” I said as tears started to run down my face. “Just look at you. You will never be as strong as them.” Dad said. “Stop.” I said as I put my hand over my ears. I felt myself get knocked to the ground. I looked up to see Jason and Dick standing over me. I quickly got up from the ground and started to run away. “Oh come on Y/n don’t run away from us!” Dick yelled. As I ran it started to hurt my rips. But I couldn’t stop running because if I did Dick and Jason might kill me. I ran to the batcave to find something to help defend myself with. I was about to grab a staff when I felt some grab the back of my shirt throwing me across the room and into a wall. I started to cough as the wind got knock out of me. I saw Jason smirk down at me. “Jason please stop.” I said. Then Dick gave over to me kicking me in the face. I started to spit out blood as I slowly stood up. “This isn’t you two. I know you two will never hurt me. I love you and you love me.” I said. “You’re wrong. We don’t love you. We never loved you.” Dick said. “I don’t believe that.” I said as I threw a punch a Dick. Only for him to grab my hand and punched me. Dick stepped away quickly as Jason kicked me making me fly back landing hard on the floor in front of the batcomputer. “Stop please. This is Trigon. He is doing this. He is making you say these things.” I said slowly getting up. “No this is us. Bruce doesn’t want you in the picture anymore and told us do it.” Jason said. “No dad loves me.” I said as I spat blood in Jason’s face. “If Bruce loved you then how come he never let you be like us?” Dick asked. I couldn’t find answer for that. “See you know that we are right.” Jason said. “No of this is real.” I said. Dick grabbed me holding me in place as Jason took the R boomerang from his chest and stabbed me with it. I let out a scream. “Does this feel real enough for you?” Jason asked. I swung my head back hitting Dick in the face making him let me go. I quickly rush over grabbing the gun that kill my grandparents pointing at both of them. They both laughed. “You really think Bruce would keep it loaded?” Dick said. “No he does it but Jason does.” I said but the putting the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.
I let out a gasp as I found myself standing in the middle of a living room. I saw that Dawn, Donna, Hank, Kory, and Jason were standing next to each other. But they were just standing there not moving. “Jason?” I asked putting a hand on his shoulder. He look at me and he’s eyes were pitch black. I back away from him as a girl with blue hair and a boy with green hair ran it the room. The girl must be Rachel. “Oh. Thank god. You got in. You’re here.” Rachel said. Everyone turn around and they all had black eyes. I moved to where Rachel and the boy were standing. “No.” Rachel said. “Your children aren’t they beautiful?” A woman asked. “I have only one child. And to her I would give her the world.” Trigon said as he walked towards us. “Rachel what the hell?” The boy asked. “Don’t fight it Rachel. It’s perfectly natural. It’s who they are. It’s who we all are inside.” Dick said as he walked into the room his eyes black like the rest of everyone. “Don’t listen to him. That’s not true. They’re still there.” The boy said. How come I wasn’t like them? Why am I still myself. “No. Cue the final betrayal. You know what to do. ” Trigon said. “Gar.” Rachel said as they started walking towards us. I felt an arm wrap around my waist pulling me back. I look to see Dick smirking at me. Kory held Rachel back as the other started to beat Gar. “Stop!” I yelled fighting against Dick’s grip the Kory threw Rachel back. Then Dick threw me back as I landed on a table breaking it. My ears started to ring as I got up. I saw Dick walking over to Gar helping him up but then he grabbed him by the throat making him crash into a shelf breaking it. Rachel ran over to him trying to help him but it didn’t help. She could back up walking back over to the other as she screamed. The all of the glass shattered. I got hit by some of the flying glass. “Save him!” Rachel yelled. Trigon shook his head. “Not this time. I told you it would end. You should have listened to me. Maybe he could’ve lived. But now his death is on your hands. Your friends are murderers all because of you. You’re a monster inside. A bringer of death. That’s all you are. All you’ve ever been. Just like me.” Trigon said walking towards Rachel. “Leave her alone you asshole.” I said. “No.” Rachel said as she cried. “I’m sure it breaks your heart. Yes. I can see it does. Good.” Trigon said then he shoved his hand inside Rachel’s chest. “No!” I screamed in horror. Trigon pulled out Rachel heart it was still beating as she fell to the ground. Then he crushed her heart as he started to turn into a monster.
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Snapshots from the End of Days (SPN spoilers; Epic Ducifer AU)
“Dean, what the Hell did you do?”
Dean almost dropped his phone from shock. Every number. Every name. Every contact. They’d all gone to voicemail. All of them but Bishop.
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The vampire sat at the table in the war room, chugging down his second mason jar of blood from the eligible donors that surrounded him. “So, let me get this straight. After Chuck got done destroying every alternate universe out there,” his voice sank as he licked his lips, “he came back. And raptured everyone but us off the planet. Because it makes for a good ending?”
“Yeah,” Gabe said, sitting down on the table beside him. “Sorry. I know how much you wanted to find your guy in some world where he didn’t shank you.”
“Decapitated,” Bishop clarified, showing off the scar that roped around his neck. “And it’s fine. Used to disappointment by now.”
“How’d you even survive?” Sam asked. “I mean, we – Dean, me, Luce, Jack, Cas, Nick, Dagon, Gabe, even Gwen – we’re his final main characters –“
“Gee, thanks, Sam.”
“No, I saw another world, another ending, where he used you to get us to kill each other. He said you weren’t his. He liked you as a character, but you weren’t really his.”
Bishop shrugged. “I’m technically dead twice over, Sam. Off the radar. Maybe he can’t find me.”
“It’s like he’s pulling from everywhere,” Gwen said. “Time travel, alternate universes. Crossovers. It’s not so much a Gospel as it is fanfiction anymore.”
Luce chuckled. “He’s out of ideas. Sam and Dean won’t kill each other. I bailed on the Apocalypse. Nick won’t kill Dean, wouldn’t give in to my evil twin, wouldn’t kill Gwen. We let Jack live. We fucked up his story. There’s nothing left.”
There was a knock at the door. They all turned to look at the sheet of metal, the room falling quiet.
“The last survivors sat together in a bunker,” Bishop intoned. “There was a knock at the door.” He finished off the last of the blood. “Shortest horror story in the book.”
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It was another one. Another Luce. Another Nick. Another Bishop. Carbon copy.
“Goopy.”
Lucifer smiled, eyes glowing red, and swiped a finger under his nose as it started to leak black. “Guess who the Empty yeeted again?” He sauntered up to Nick. “You have anything to do with that, you sly dog?” He winked.
“You saved my daughter,” Nick said. “But you’re not the Lucifer I’ve been praying to.”
He frowned. “Party pooper. I brought a present, though.” He snapped his fingers and a woman in chains appeared. “It’s the final reaper,” he sing-songed.
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“Wow, a betrayal,” Luce muttered from his place on the floor. “From evil me, even. Never saw that coming.”
“What do you say, Killer?” Lucifer asked, holding out a gold-plated hammer to Nick. “You and me against the world. Or in charge of it. Remaking it. Just like we planned.”
Nick licked his lips, looking back at his family. Then turned back to the angel he’d said yes to all those years ago. “Where’d you even find this?” He asked, taking the proffered weapon.
The angel smiled. “Went through your stuff. Knew you were the sentimental type.”
“Yeah,” he said. He turned back to the angel that had taken him in, Dean’s Lucifer, the one he’d been meant to kill the hunter to have. He smiled. Nodded. “Yes.”
When he turned back to the traitor, his eyes were red. He swung the hammer, and kept swinging until Chuck’s little mole was heaped in a bloody pile on the ground.
When he turned away from the corpse, his eyes were blue, Luce smiling up at him from his place on the ground. “You know, Nicky, when you suggested smelting down Michael’s sword and using it to coat some weapons just in case, I thought you were just being paranoid, but that was pretty smart.”
Bishop licked his lips, eyes trained on the corpse. “You guys gonna finish that?”
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And just like that, everything was back to normal. Everyone was back, like they’d never left. Like the world had never stopped.
“You did it, kid,” Gabe said, slapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “You actually did it.”
Gwen threw her arms around him in a tight hug. “I knew you could.”
“So, that’s it,” Dean said. “Everything’s right.” His eyes followed the dog they’d found earlier as it trotted across the road.
Jack nodded. “Everything.”
“Bishop?”
It was a new voice, a voice only one of their group had ever heard before.
The vampire turned, his mouth falling open, hands shaking at his sides. “Aidan?”
He’d wanted this. It had been his whole reason behind helping Dean out of Purgatory. Helping Aidan. Saving Aidan. Finding Aidan. But Aidan had been gone. Buried. Lost. Caught up in coups and plagues and then a fire.
He’d searched, but found nothing. No way to fix the problem, not until Dean had reappeared, asked him for help saving a town from spirits from Hell. Not until he’d learned about Nick, about the existence of alternate realities, worlds where Aidan might be alive. Might be waiting for him.
And now here they were, standing in a busy street, staring at each other.
“Jack?” Gabriel asked.
“We talked about it,” the new God explained. “I asked Gabe for help. We were gonna find a way to let you hop between worlds. Because you helped us. And you were sad. But then Chuck destroyed them all.”
Bishop turned to the boy, tears in his eyes. “You…?” A hand touched his shoulder and he whirled back to Aidan.
“I saw,” Aidan said. “I saw what you did. You saved the world.”
“You died human. You got your door.”
“He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be,” Jack explained. “I asked.”
Aidan smiled. “You loved me,” he said. “And I know that now. You… more than anything.”
Bishop smiled back. “Let’s go home.”
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And they did. They all did.
To Boston.
Bishop and Aidan.
To the bunker.
Dean, Luce, Nick.
Sam and Gabriel.
Castiel and Dagon.
And to a future that only existed because she’d helped save it.
Gwen. Alone in her apartment. Until suddenly she wasn’t.
“Jack?”
He held up his hand in greeting. “Hi.”
“Is something wrong? What are you doing here?”
“I’m everywhere,” he said. “But I realized that the place I really want to be is here. With you.”
She smiled. “I want you to be here, too.”
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And they lived happily ever after.
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