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multiplicationdivision · 2 months ago

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A Marathon in His Shoes

Charles had come to him in a panic this morning, donned in a different body and personality. He’d gotten some pair of boots from a second-hand store and been transformed into a middle-aged man, complete with a dadly outfit and mindset. Amir had barely believed the crazy DILF until Charles had pulled on another pair of shoes from the store, transitioning into a tired looking college bro the second the dirty nikes hit his feet, the transformation complete with a bout of gen-z slang Amir could barely understand.

They’d spent the rest of the morning ferrying a number of pairs of shoes back to Amir’s place from the Goodwill. Whatever seemed like it would create an interesting outcome. Amir had gotten his flickering light fixed when a pair of work boots made Charles a well experienced electrician. Charles had been able to explain literal rocket science when a pair of very worn sneakers transformed him into some NASA scientist. Charles had even abided by the guy’s NDAs, seemingly unable to shrug off that ingrained level of discipline.

Charles had come to him because no matter what he tried, the guy couldn’t become himself again. Every pair of Charles’ collection of sneakers left him the man he’d been transformed into, nothing of his nerdy self-returning. It was a problem that had fortunately been readily forgotten with the slew of fun that the guy was having, trying on a slew of personalities like they were costumes. Egged on by Amir who was similarly having a blast, running around his house as Charles became a host of random men.

The problem arose again in the evening though. The fun dissipating from Charles’ mood as time went on, especially with the onset of the weirdly toxic gym bro mindset. That and how disgusting sweaty clothes felt when the sweat never seemed to evaporate. Each body was stuck in the state it had been when the shoes had last been worn and most of his bodies weren’t in the greatest state. Charles seemed uncomfortable in most of them, despite the excitement.

“Theres still one pair of shoes you haven’t tried, you know” Amir said, walking to his shoe rack in another room. Atop it sat his other pair of trainers, identical to the ones he’d wore currently. Neon yellow where his were orange.

“Wait really?” Came Charles’s currently testosterone deep reply, edging with the frustration that his current muscular body always seemed filled with. “Hell yeah man” Amir said, quickly slipping both on before taking them off again and returning to his orange pair. Refreshing their state.

He headed back to the sweaty man in his living room, handing Charles the trainers. “Put these on” he demanded.

Charles and Amir had known each other for years. They’d done everything together, seen every part of each other. High school to a college frat to working gigs, they were more comfortable with each other than they were with themselves.

Charles studied them against the natural instinct of his current body, forcing his steroid dulled gym bro personality to focus on the clean sneakers in his dirty muscular hands. The Charles in the guy cutting through the tense anger of his body, shooting a slightly surprised expression shot back at Amir. Amir was never one to share, especially something so deep as this.

Charles was stuck as someone else. That seemed to be the deal. Completely unable to return to a state that was just him, loving little shit as he was. Charles couldn’t go back to the man that was honest with every fraction of his life, laying himself bare to Amir. Amir wasn’t vulnerable like that, always anxious to expose the parts of himself that he was so terrified of.

He found himself giving his pair of prized trainers anyways. It made too much sense. Every other body that Charles wore fit awkwardly on him, the personalities fighting the stranger that slipped them on. Charles himself seemed wary of the ways they changed him, no matter how fun spouting facts and skills was. He couldn’t trust them, but he could trust Amir.

“Really?” Charles asked nervously, looking at his fidgeting best friend. Amir nodded despite his nerves, terrified yet oddly excited. This was an extreme way of bonding, baring his life and soul to a friend. It felt right though.

Charles shrugged off the dirty sneakers still saturated with sweat and slipped on Amir’s sneakers over the gym bro’s damp socks. The man shivering as his body shifted, his musculature decreasing as the sweaty clothes warped into a reflection of Amir’s outfit. The odor of BO becoming pleasant as Amir’s aftershave and cologne now wafted off of two bodies.

Charles’ nervousness at Amir’s gesture twisted into relaxation as Amir’s personality fit comfortably against his. The slump of his shoulders as the tension evaporated made Amir feel warm, his own anxious energy dissipating itself as Charles appeared to fully relax into his new body.

“Damn you feel good” Charles said and Amir couldn’t even muster a thanks, distracted as Charles felt out his new limbs with a smile. Amir had a slew of insecurities about his own body, anxious that he wasn’t smart enough, jack enough, attractive enough. Those worries seemed insane now, watching his friend truly enjoy it all, as if it was a comfy blanket.

“You all good Amir?” his own voice said to him, peering through Amir’s faltering insecurities. “You just wear my body well” he replied, voice low as his heart beat faster and faster. Charles got closer and Amir could see a uniquely Charles smile form on Amir’s lips.

“I think it fits me better than my original one” Charles admitted, his eyes traveling over every bit of Amir’s body that were now his. He had every bit of Amir’s life in his mind so he knew what Amir intended.

If Charles needed a new body that he could feel good in, Amir’s was his. Amir was willing for the man to have everything from him, because Amir wanted Charles to have everything. Amir had wanted that for so long, and it was overwhelming to hear the flirtation now focused on him.

“Always loved your arms you know” Charles said, tracing the lines of his hands. “Felt them around me in college and I never really wanted that to end”. Amir wanted nothing more than to tackle the man at that, fall together on his shitty couch.

“Was pretty wary about your new hair, honestly” Charles continued with a laugh as he felt the buzzed sides. “Thought your shaggy mess was cute, but I’ll admit that this has grown on me”, he said, breaking some boundary between the two of them as he compared the prickly sensation of his hair with Amir’s identical sides, his hand caressing Amir’s undercut. It should’ve felt the same as when Amir touched it, but there was too much of his best friend in this. It lit his nerve endings up like fire. “Liked it so much that I wanted a cut to match, but I think I like this more”

“What are you doing Charles?” Amir said, feeling something fundamentally shifting in how they would go forward. That was bound to happen when you gave your body and soul though.

“I used to be mad about being shorter than you, you know” Charles said as he pulled close to him, the scent of Amir’s toothpaste on his breath. “I was mad about how you were better at basketball and getting things from high shelves, sure.” He paused, like he was himself being honest for the first time.

“I think I was mostly mad that I couldn’t kiss you” he said with a final gentle move, pressing his lips into their twin. It felt like electricity, all the shock and want shooting from Amir into Charles. He didn’t kiss like Amir, all full of devouring need for more. Not held back at all by the hesitation of his current body, infecting Amir himself with an aspect of Charles.

Amir felt himself truly open up to this man. Let Charles take over as they fell to the couch. The man used his knowledge of Amir’s life against him, drawing from his fantasies with finesse, pressing down on his shoulders with a fervor that belied fucking years of mutual tension. Charles held both his and Amir’s collection of memories fantasizing about each other and Amir found himself stuffling a laugh as they tumbled across each other.

“You could have kiss me” he choked out, gasping as Charles wormed his way down past his boxers, hand already clasped around his cock like Amir liked it, just the right amount of pleasure. “Just cause I was taller than you didn’t mean it would’ve been that difficult” he joked, using his own weaknesses against Charles as he groped the guy’s own cock beneath his jeans, knowing how the sensation of his boxers against his cock would drive the man wild. As predicted, the man was caught between his own choked laugh, eyes widening as he tried to compose himself.

They played a game together. “You cannot judge me you mountain” Charles gasped as Amir pulled own his pair of Amir’s favorite jeans. “I have my own hangups too you know-“ he just about said, before Amir teased his hard dick with his lips.

“Get used to being a mountain ‘Amir’ ”, Amir said playfully, leaving Charles to look almost offended at his new strange pet name before the guy whimpered at the feeling of Amir’s full devotion to his cock, calling upon years of TMI from his best friend about what he liked in sex. Amir remembered right, Charles going limp as Amir blasted his neurons. It made him want to further blast the guy’s brain, feeling Charles’ moans rendered in his Amir’s husky voice.

Charles came in his mouth and on his shirt. It was exactly how his cum was from his curious years as a teenager, ropey salty fluid across his tongue. Charles seemed all the more desperate to get a taste himself, quick to return the favor. Pulled himself down to Amir’s precum wet jeans and tore down the boxers Charles likely remembered buying like he’d done so himself. They still both wore their trainers, the rubber soles knocking across each other as the two repositioned so Charles could get his fill.

“Hope you feel exactly what I felt fucker” Charles demanded, using Amir’s own technique against him. The rhythm and motion that he knew Charles loved was now turned on him, the feeling better than every fuck he’d had before. Charles seemed to use his own very recent experience in feeling it in Amir’s own body to perfect it on the man’s own cock, modifying it to strike at the right nerves at just the right time.

Hot tears flowed down Amir’s face when he came, feeling the cum spurt nearly identically across Charles’ shirt, making them a mirror again. Two men with their bodies a mess of sweat, identical pairs of jeans and boxers pushed to their ankles as they lay slumped on top each other on a truly shit couch.

“Holy fuck was that better than everything we’d both hoped for” Charles breathlessly exclaimed; his breath warm against Amir’s face. He likely knew, having Amir’s whole life at his fingertips. That large breach of privacy was becoming so much less terrifying at the sheer potential of it, letting this man know exactly how to play him.

“Can you stay?” Amir said without thinking, desperation in his voice. He didn’t even know what he meant by that. Stay as a copy of himself? Stay with him here? Forever?

“Well, my name is technically on the deed” Charles said, satisfaction in his voice despite the joke. It was something of an answer to both.

Realistically Charles wouldn’t always be Amir. It just was far too useful to abuse the collection of sneakers and boots they’d picked up. Amir would likely never need to hire a whole host of handymen in the future again, a suitable body for every job at their fingertips. Aside from that and whatever other fun could be had, Charles fit here. Fit as him, with him.

Their bodies together as Amir flipped on the TV. He knew himself well and they were both out in a minute, synchronized snores as the news murmured on.

#identical #copy #shapeshift #male shapeshift #clones #clothing tf #male tf #male transformation #personality change #my writing

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gardenladysworld · 24 days ago

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Starbound hearts

Honestly I don't know what I am doing haha, my first fic ever lol

Status: I'm working on it

Pairings: Neteyam x human!f!reader

Aged up characters!

Genre/Warnings: fluff, slow burn, oblivious characters, light angst, hurt/comfort, pining

Summary: In the breathtaking, untamed beauty of Pandora, two souls from different worlds find themselves drawn together against all odds. Neteyam, the dutiful future olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya clan, is bound by the expectations of his people and the traditions of his ancestors. She, a human scientist with a love for Pandora’s wonders, sees herself as an outsider, unworthy of the connection she craves.

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Part 1.: To belong

Neteyam sat perched on a thick branch high in the towering trees of Pandora, his golden eyes fixed on you below. You were entirely absorbed in the task at hand—picking vibrant Pandoran flowers from the undergrowth, sorting them by color into a small woven basket. Your brow furrowed in concentration, your lips pursed slightly as you leaned closer to inspect a particularly stubborn bloom.

Neteyam’s chest swelled, his tail flicking idly as he watched you. The sight of you, so radiant even in this most trivial of moments, filled him with a warmth that spread through his entire being. You were not Na’vi, but to him, you were no less beautiful—perhaps even more so for your differences.

Your (y/h/l), (y/h/c) gleamed in the soft, dappled light filtering through the forest canopy. He often imagined what it might feel like to run his fingers through it, to see if it was as silky as it looked, but the thought always made his pulse quicken and his cheeks warm. It felt indulgent, even improper, to dwell on such things—but he couldn’t help it. You captivated him effortlessly.

His gaze drifted to your eyes, those startling (y/e/c) orbs so unlike the warm yellow of his own people. They seemed to glow with a light all their own, full of curiosity and wonder. He loved how expressive they were—how they would widen when you were excited, narrow when you were focused, and soften when you spoke to him. He wondered if you knew how easily they gave away your emotions, how they made it impossible for him to look away.

And your skin—oh, Eywa, your skin. Its contrast against the rich greens and browns of the forest, a stark contrast that only made you stand out more. He often marveled at how fragile you seemed, as if one wrong touch could leave a mark. But there was strength in your fragility, too. You moved through his world with a determination that took his breath away, your spirit shining brighter than any physical weakness.

He let out a slow breath, his eyes never leaving you. How could anyone see you as anything less than extraordinary? You were a walking contradiction—soft but strong, fragile but fearless, human but so deeply connected to Pandora in a way that defied logic. It was as if Eywa herself had crafted you with care, ensuring every detail would draw him in, would make him love you more.

You reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers brushing against your cheek. It was such a small, mundane gesture, but to him, it was poetry in motion. He felt his heart stutter as you tilted your head slightly, a soft hum escaping your lips. You seemed so at peace, utterly unaware of his gaze.

And that was what struck him most—how oblivious you were to the effect you had on him. You moved through life as if you weren’t the center of his world, as if your mere presence didn’t tilt his entire axis. He wondered if you had any idea how often he watched you like this, how often he found himself mesmerized by the simplest things you did. Did you know how many times he had to stop himself from reaching out, from telling you how much you meant to him? How deeply he felt for you?

His ears flicked back as a pang of longing struck him. You were so close, yet so far. He could leap down from the branch now, close the distance, and tell you everything—how he saw you, how he loved you. But he didn’t. You were human, and he was Na’vi. And though his heart screamed that none of it mattered, his mind reminded him of the countless reasons why it did.

Instead, he stayed where he was, content to watch you from the shadows for just a little longer. You paused to admire one of the flowers you’d plucked, holding it up to the light and smiling softly. His breath caught. That smile—it was everything. It was a gift, a glimpse of the beauty that existed in your soul. And it was his, even if you didn’t know it.

For now, that was enough.

You were completely engrossed in your task, oblivious to the world around you. The flowers in your basket were a riot of colors, each carefully chosen and placed with the precision of someone who cared deeply about even the smallest things. As you reached for another bloom, a faint rustling sound nearby made you pause.

Looking up, you were met with a sight that should have filled you with fear—a massive ikran had landed silently beside you, its sharp eyes fixed on you. Its scales shimmered with hues of green and gold, blending almost perfectly with the foliage, but its sheer size and presence were impossible to ignore.

Neteyam, perched high above, felt his breath catch in his throat. His ikran. His spirit brother. The beast had always been fiercely loyal to him, dismissive of others, even aggressive if anyone dared come too close. Seeing it now, so close to you, Neteyam’s heart pounded with dread. He prepared to leap from his perch, muscles coiled and ready to intervene, even if it cost him everything. He couldn’t—he wouldn’t—let you come to harm.

But then, something remarkable happened.

You didn’t scream or run. Instead, you tilted your head, your expression more curious than afraid. Slowly, carefully, you extended a hand toward the great creature. Neteyam froze, his instincts screaming at him to stop you, but he remained rooted in place, torn between fear and fascination.

The ikran tilted its head, letting out a low, guttural sound—not a growl, but something softer, almost inquisitive. Its wings fluttered slightly, and Neteyam tensed, ready to intervene the moment it moved to strike. But it didn’t. Instead, the ikran leaned forward, pressing the tip of its sharp beak into your outstretched palm.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, and Neteyam’s heart stuttered. You began to stroke the ikran’s snout, your touch gentle and reverent, as if you were handling the most delicate of treasures.

“Aren’t you beautiful?” you murmured, your voice soft and full of wonder. The ikran let out a low, pleased rumble, leaning further into your touch as though seeking more of your affection.

Neteyam’s jaw slackened, disbelief washing over him. His ikran, his fiercely independent spirit brother, was submitting to you. He had never seen anything like it. Ikran only bonded with their riders, showing loyalty to no one else. Yet here you were, cooing softly as you ran your fingers along its scales, and his ikran was not only tolerating it but seemed to relish it.

Then, you tilted your head, your (y/e/c) eyes narrowing slightly as you studied the creature before you. Recognition flickered across your face.

“Wait a second,” you said, your voice laced with quiet awe. “You’re Neteyam’s ikran, aren’t you?”

From his vantage point, Neteyam felt his stomach flip. How had you known? Was it the patterns on the ikran’s scales, the unique shape of its wings? Or was it something deeper, something instinctual, that connected you to him even without you realizing it?

The ikran let out a chirp, almost as if it were affirming your words, and you laughed softly. It was a sound that echoed in Neteyam’s chest, filling him with an odd mix of pride and longing. You reached for a particularly vibrant flower in your basket, offering it to the ikran. To his utter astonishment, the beast accepted it delicately, its sharp beak plucking the bloom from your fingers with surprising care.

“You’re much gentler than I expected,” you said, your voice full of affection. “I thought you were supposed to be terrifying.”

Neteyam could hold back no longer. He leaped gracefully from the branch, landing a short distance away. His sudden appearance startled you, and you turned to him, your eyes wide.

“Teyam!” you exclaimed, your surprise quickly giving way to a bright smile. “Is this your ikran? He’s amazing!”

He stepped closer, his gaze shifting between you and his spirit brother, who was still nuzzling against your hand. “Yes,” he said softly, his voice tinged with disbelief. “He is mine.”

Your eyes sparkled with delight as you glanced back at the ikran. “He’s so gentle,” you said. “I thought they only trusted their riders. But look at him! He’s like a big, scaly cat.”

Neteyam blinked, his mind reeling. “They… they do only trust their riders,” he said, his voice low. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, his thoughts a whirl of emotion. “I’ve never seen him act this way with anyone else.”

You glanced back at him, your expression thoughtful. “Maybe he knows I’m not a threat,” you said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Or maybe he just likes me.”

Neteyam’s chest tightened. Like you? No. It was more than that. His ikran had accepted you, had recognized something in you that even the mightiest of creatures could not ignore. It was as if the bond between spirit and rider extended to you, as if Eywa herself had woven a thread connecting all three of you.

He stepped closer, his hand coming to rest lightly on the ikran’s neck. “He does like you,” Neteyam said quietly, his gaze locking onto yours. “And that is no small thing.”

You smiled at him, your green eyes bright with happiness, and his heart felt like it might burst. You had no idea what you had just done, how monumental it was. To win the trust of an ikran was to be seen, to be chosen. And in that moment, as he watched you laugh softly while stroking his spirit brother’s scales, Neteyam realized something with absolute clarity.

If his ikran could see you for who you truly were—if it could love you as he did—then maybe, just maybe, the rest of Pandora could, too.

You blinked in surprise as Neteyam’s ikran nudged its massive head against your side, a low rumble vibrating through its chest. It was a sound so uncharacteristic for such a fierce creature that it made you freeze for a moment, unsure how to react. When it nudged you again, more insistent this time, you couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to gently pat its broad head.

“You really are like a big cat,” you murmured, a hint of wonder in your voice.

Neteyam stood a few paces away, his arms loosely crossed as he watched the scene unfold. The sight of you laughing softly, your hands brushing so delicately over his ikran’s powerful frame, sent warmth flooding through his chest. He should have been worried—should have been wary of the way his ikran, who had never tolerated anyone but him, was so freely and affectionately interacting with you. But he wasn’t. He couldn’t be.

All he could do was stand there, utterly captivated.

How does she do this? he wondered, his golden eyes drinking in every detail of you. How does she turn something so dangerous into something so gentle?

He watched as you stroked the ikran’s head, your fingers tracing the lines of its scales with a mixture of reverence and curiosity. The contrast between you and the beast was striking—you, so small and soft, and his ikran, all sharp edges and raw power. Yet here you were, perfectly at ease, as if the massive predator at your side were nothing more than a pet vying for your attention.

She’s incredible, Neteyam thought, his heart swelling. You had no idea how rare this was, how unprecedented. His ikran, his bonded spirit brother, was as stubborn and prideful as Neteyam himself. It didn’t trust easily, and it certainly didn’t tolerate strangers. Yet with you, it was different. It sought you out, leaned into your touch, and rumbled with contentment at the mere sound of your voice.

Neteyam’s gaze softened further as he took in your features—your bright eyes that shone with wonder, your delicate hands that moved so carefully, your hair that cascaded over your shoulders. The way the light caught your skin, making you seem almost ethereal against the lush backdrop of the forest. You were so unlike him, so unlike anyone he’d ever known. And yet, you fit into his world as though you’d been made for it.

She’s so beautiful, he thought, his chest tightening. Not just in the way she looked, but in the way she was. Everything about you—the way you saw the world, the way you treated every living thing with such tenderness—drew him in like a moth to a flame.

His ikran nudged you again, this time with enough force to make you stumble slightly. You laughed, steadying yourself with a hand on its neck. “Alright, alright,” you said, your tone playful. “You’re not so scary after all, are you?”

Neteyam couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. He loved the sound of your laugh, the way it lit up your face and softened the sharp edges of the world around him. He loved how fearless you were, how you didn’t even seem to realize the significance of what was happening. His ikran’s acceptance of you wasn’t just unusual—it was unheard of. And yet, you took it in stride, as if this kind of magic happened to you every day.

She doesn’t even know, he thought, his chest aching with a mixture of longing and admiration. She doesn’t know how special she is. How could she not see it?

His heart ached with the depth of his feelings for you, feelings he couldn’t quite put into words. You were human, yes—but to him, you were so much more. You were the one who made the forest feel brighter, who made even the harshest days bearable. You were the one who saw him, truly saw him, in a way no one else ever had.

And now, watching you interact so effortlessly with his ikran, he felt his resolve strengthen. If his spirit brother could see what he saw—if it could love and accept you as much as he did—then maybe, just maybe, there was a way for this to work. For you to be part of his world, not just as a friend, but as something more.

You turned to him then, your eyes shining. “Neteyam, this is incredible,” you said, your voice filled with awe. “I don’t know why he likes me, but… it’s amazing.”

He stepped closer, his heart thudding in his chest as he looked down at you. “He doesn’t just like you,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “He sees you.”

You blinked up at him, your expression puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Neteyam hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. But as he looked into your eyes, so bright and full of life, he realized he didn’t need them. Instead, he smiled—a small, tender smile that he hoped said everything he couldn’t.

“Just… stay with him a little longer,” he said finally, his voice gentle. “He’ll tell you what I can’t.”

You tilted your head, clearly confused, but you nodded, turning your attention back to the ikran. Neteyam stepped back slightly, giving you space, but his eyes never left you.

One day, he thought, I’ll find the courage to tell her myself.

Part 2

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #avatar 2022 #jake sully #neteyam sully #way of water #neteyam x you #neteyam x human reader

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write-tama · 9 months ago

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I need more of Francis Mosses x reader fluff tbh and I enjoy reading some of your works with him so here's my request: Reader is stressed about life, college or something of your choice and needed some comfort from him 🥺🤎 thank you in advance aaahshqhs 😭 (tbh I don't see much sfw works of Francis on this app, maybe I'm not searching enough?)

"rest a little-- for me at least.."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ francis mosses x student!stressed!reader

sypnosis ; reader and francis have been hard at work trying to achieve their ultimate goals for the future. but lately, reader has been burning themselves out, and its up to francis to help realize how tired reader is.

containing ; exhaustion, reader is a college student, francis works double shifts, francis and reader are high school sweethearts (in this au anastacha is not his daughter), francis is worried about reader, TOOTH ACHING FLUFF RAGH

author’s note ; eee thank u anon! also dw, i also experienced the same problem trying to find sfw for francis 😭😭 its lowkey the reason why i had to crawl out of my hiatus hole LOL but ya really hope u enjoy :]

04.15.24 | 1.4k words

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Five shots of espresso from the cafe across the block could not fix how fucking exhausted you were.

You and Francis have been together since your highschool days. You have always dreamed of going to college to become a forensic scientist to work in the police force for super interesting crimes— but holy shit— were you tired from the projects and the essays.

You haven’t seen Francis in a few days either, despite living in the same apartment. He’s been working shifts in the morning and night just to make ends meet while also saving up for a house that you two could buy together. It was exhausting, but it was all a part of the plan. You worked a little side job as well delivering papers early in the morning just as a quick cash grab, but that also meant you barely spent mornings with your boyfriend. It’s not like you guys had the time anyway. He had to work in the morning too, which made it all the more frustrating.

After finally reaching your apartment, you immediately kicked off your shoes and threw your bag to the nearest corner before flopping down on the couch. A loud groan rumbled from your throat, finally giving your exhaustion a voice. You looked up from the couch, too tired to even turn on the TV. From the corner of your eye though, you saw in the kitchen a pot on the stove with a bright yellow sticky note on the top of it. Out of curiosity, you lifted yourself from the cushions with all your strength before heading towards the kitchen.

You waddled over to the pot with a curious tilt to your head as read the sticky note:

You left for work before I could tell you, but I’m coming off my shift early today and I’m not working tonight. Here’s some lunch I prepared this morning. Love you honey, get some rest. -Fran

Your grin stretched from ear-to-ear as you opened the lid to be welcomed with the smell of fresh spaghetti and meatballs. You turned on the gas stove to heat up the food, and used a clean wooden spoon to stir the food gradually. As you did, you couldn’t help as yawns escaped your mouth. You thought about taking a nap after your meal, seeing as how later today you needed to take some notes for an upcoming exam.

Your need for success never gave you the permission to give yourself a break every once in a while. In fact, the only times you did take a break was when Francis was sick and he needed someone by his side to take care of him. Other than that, you were always academically focused. Every once in a while, Francis would voice his opinion, telling you that you shouldn’t be burning yourself out so fast, but it was your determination and your vision of a perfect future with him that fueled you. Was this safe for your own mental health? Absolutely not. But you were aware of the consequences, and you pushed yourself anyway.

You felt your body grow increasingly heavy. You quickly jolted your head up, not even realizing that your eyes were fluttered close and you had stopping moving your spoon for a few seconds. You shook yourself awake, quickly grabbing a plate and helping yourself to a serving. You made sure to turn off the stove as well before throwing the spoon in the sink and grabbing a clean metal fork to enjoy your meal. It was best to hurry on and sit down before you became a danger to yourself.

You placed your food down on the coffee table before curling up on the couch. Maybe some TV would wake me up, you thought to yourself. You picked up the TV remote and browsed through the channels, eventually settling on a random game show that was airing live. Feeling a bit more energized, you placed a pillow in your lap before resting your food on top of it.

After each bite you felt your eyelids getting heavy. Your body started slowly giving in, despite your protests. The host’s voice soon turned into muffles as you felt your head nod a little. Each time you felt yourself falling, you immediately jolted up, not wanting to succumb to your body’s need for rest. What you really needed to do was to finish those essays and projects, and to also greet your loving boyfriend once he comes back from work. Your mind started dragging along little plans on how you would be able to accomplish everything before sleeping, but without realizing, your eyes had fallen closed as you leaned back in the couch.

Francis came back home about an hour later, tired from his work. As he placed his work bag down, he barely realized that your bag was set in the corner as well. “(y/n)?” He began to call out, but as soon as he turned around, he noticed your sleeping figure on the couch curled up with your pillow and food next to you. “Oh, (y/n)..” he mumbled, smiling a little in amusement. Francis walked over you, noticing the running TV and the half-eaten food. He first turned off the TV, making sure to not make too much noise to wake you up. He took your plate as well and covered it with a napkin before storing it in the fridge. Once Francis made it back to the living room, he sighed in relief, noticing that you still haven’t woken up. He rolled up his sleeves before carefully sliding his arms under your body, being as gentle as possible as he carried you to the bedroom.

“Mm..” You mumbled, half asleep. “Franci..?” You croaked out, burying yourself into his chest.

“Mhm..” He hummed. “I found you asleep on the couch.. I’m just moving you to the bedroom if you don’t mind..” He chuckled a little. You groaned a little in response, tugging a little at his button-down uniform.

“No..” you protested. “I have work to do.. I have projects due soon..”

Francis laid you gently down onto the soft mattress. You sat up a bit, realizing that you were still in your casual formal clothes you wore for school. You looked over to Francis, who had changed out of his work clothes, but kept his undershirt on and threw on some pajama pants. “Franci, can you—”

“Here you go.” You looked up, not even realizing that he was already handing you your midnight clothes. His tired eyes gazed upon you, but even then, his eyes were dilated with genuine care. You smiled up at him before taking the clothes and changing on the bed, throwing your clothes in a corner.

You sighed a little as you straightened out your shorts, looking down with a wearied face. “You know I need to get back to work.” You quietly muttered. Francis looked at you with a frown as he stood over the bed.

“You can’t just keep working day and night.” He lectured softly. You scoffed a little before looking at him, only to immediately falter to his puppy-eyed look. “Just rest with me this evening, please, dear?” He asked, folding his arms behind his back as he leaned down.

Your face heated up, flustered at how desperate Francis seemed to be just wanting to have a few minutes ago. You smiled softly before reaching up and caressing his face with your hand. “You know I hate it when you look at me like that..” You whispered.

“Well, it's the only way to get you to agree.” He mumbled back, sinking into your embrace. The two of you were locked in eye contact as Francis slowly climbed into the bed. His hands straddled either side of you as you leaned back against the headboard. Gradually, his lips pressed against yours, and immediately you melted. Your hands snaked around his neck, holding him as close as you could. His touch filled you with the warmth you longed for so long after drawn-out lectures and pressure-inducing assignments. All you wanted was him.

He wrapped your arms around your waist before resting himself on your chest— a sigh escaping his nostrils. “I miss this.” he muttered. “When was the last time we got to hold each other like this?”

You ran fingers through his hair, carefully tugging out knots. “Only heaven knows..” You whispered back. The two of you enjoyed the comfortable silence. Only the faint hum of the lamp filled your ears as well as the occasional vehicle rushing down the road in front of your apartment complex. Your chest rose and fell as you breathed as Francis buried himself deeper into your embrace. “I-I’m sorry I’ve been a little difficult lately.” you apologized, feeling the guilt prick at your skin. “I’ve just been so stressed with school lately.. All I could think about is work and it's ruining us—”

“Please don’t apologize for that.” Francis was quick to cut you off. He lifted his head up and now sat up properly in front of you. His eyebrows furrowed a little as he looked at your gentle figure. “Please.. Just don’t. I understand you’ve been working so hard lately. I have been to. But this is all for our future, remember?” He grabbed your hand, holding it with both of his hands before kissing your knuckles. “Mmm.. I miss our evenings together too, I truly do, but what I’m concerned about is your wellbeing. You need to give yourself a breather every once in a while. At least promise me that.”

Your body felt weak with each work he uttered. Your head rushed with stars, remembering that its moments like these that make you want to work so hard. You want nothing but blessings for this man, because if anything, he was your savior. Tears pricked at your eyes, sniffling a little as you nodded your head.

“I promise..” You said in a shaky voice. A sincere smile curled Francis lips as he reached down to kiss your forehead.

Everything is going to be okay, you thought to yourself.

Everything is okay.

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thats it! hope you enjoyed :3 sorry i procrastinated on this for a while im def gonna clutch on up writing after school ends (which is end of april). lowk so glad this bc ive been stressed w college work as well so rereading honestly felt SO comforting 😭😭 but anyway ya--

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Could you do Phobos x fem!reader headcanons? Pretty please with a cherry and sprinkles on top? 🙏🙏

Weeeell since you asked so nicely… Been a while since I wrote for Phobos lmao, I do love this director, also I'm so sorry I've been away for so long, I got hyperfixated on other things and just been working my life really I got a little carried away… Yall deserve something big for how long I’ve been away lol, enjoy I still don’t know when a name ends in s if I still use ‘s or just ‘ at the end of it when merging “is” to the name…

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Phobos x Fem!Reader // [hc/fic, fluff]

You probably met while you worked as an engineer for Nexus, let's switch things around, I mostly see scientist readers or something, it's not a bad thing but I wanna explore engineers and soldats as well, buckle up

Here’s the thing that I should explain before anything, Nexus Engineers and Soldats are not yellow blooded, those were not made in the labs, alr? These are your everyday Joes who are a little more interesting than your casual grunt with their knowledge, engineers are promoted with their knowledge to fix things and good insight while Soldats are promoted with high combat skills and high ambition, endurance and shit, all of them start as normal agents, got it? Alr lets go

You probably didn't work for anyone in specific, freelancing and fixing anything you could for a quick buck, you had a good reputation as one of the best engineers around Nexus City though. Phobos caught wind of your existence while passing one of your buddies who did work for him, the Soldat was telling their co-workers about your skills and how “you could fix anything you touched”. He's really exaggerating here, but he’s always been supportive of you, we’ll call him…. Tom, for easy reference.

The Director grew skeptical of your skills, it almost sounded too good to be true, and with how highly this mortal was talking about you, you must be good, after all, this was one of his top soldats, he wouldn’t be lying if he knew what was good for him.

“Really? She’s that good?” Phobos’s voice boomed from the door to the break room, many of the grunts flinched and straightened their postures in the Director’s presence, including Tom, who scrambled to turn around — knocking over his chair in the process — singled out as the rest of the room took a step back. The soldat stammered, caught completely off guard by Phobos’s sudden appearance, tensing as the much taller grunt stepped closer.

“Answer me, Soldat, is she as good as you say she is?” He asked with a dangerously calm tone, it was threatening, as if the Soldat said one wrong word he’d be beheaded on the spot, Phobos couldn’t bother to remember his name.

Tom swallowed the lump in his throat quietly as Phobos towered over him, his glaring red monocle almost casting a red spotlight on his face, he seemed to take a deep breath before answering confidently, “Yes sir, she is the best I’ve seen in a long time.”

One of the engineers scoffed at that, unfortunately just loud enough to make the Director shoot them a glare, making their blood run cold and lower their head in fear. Phobos hummed in acknowledgment, returning to Tom “... very well.” Phobos drew in a breath, “Lucky for her, we are still in need of recruits, especially engineers, so they can help with the machines and whatever else they do around the Tower. You will bring her here tomorrow for an interview, if she’s as good as you say, she will be hired.” with the demand in place, Phobos stood back up to his full height, looking down at Tom as he slightly shook in his boots.

“... and if I don’t..?”

Phobos’s glare intensified at the question, Soldats always seemed to be curious about the most insignificant things, how dare he question Phobos’ orders.

“Then I will personally make you an example as to why you shouldn’t lie about someone’s capacities to me.” He finished sharply, turning on his heel and marching out of the room, nearly knocking Tom over with the mere force of him being hit by his cape.

As soon as the employees thought Phobos was out of earshot, he could hear many of them reprimanding Tom for not shutting his mouth when he had the chance, it did make a grin tug at the corner of his lips, thinking the way most just immediately jumped on Tom for being a little too positive about your abilities and being caught was absolutely hilarious. However, if you truly were as good as Tom claimed, then you might just earn your spot in the Tower, yet another stepping stone for his plan of achieving Godhood.

When Tom came to you with the story, you… didn’t exactly know how to feel, flattered Tom spoke so highly of you? Annoyed he dragged you into this situation? Or scared of what Phobos might do to you if you didn’t meet his expectations… Either way, anxiety shot up, you had been questioning whether to apply to Nexus Core though, maybe actually get a full-time job instead of living off freelance, so this was the best time than any other to actually get that job. Or suffer Phobos’s wrath.

You dragged Tom inside your home to explain to you how the machines in Nexus Core looked so you didn’t have any surprises when going over. It was very bare bones; Tom knew nothing of machines aside from basically what they did, but it was enough to help you through and figure it out yourself.

When the next day came, you put on your self-assigned work clothes and got a ride with Tom to the Science Tower, yawning the majority of the way there. Tom had to go in early as shit due to his status, meanwhile, you usually got to sleep in unless you had a job, you weren’t used to the early routine, but nothing a cup of coffee on the way there didn’t fix.

Going through the Tower was long-winded, to say the least, the thing looked bigger on the inside, and the number of floors… Christ, you were starting to reconsider this opportunity on the 10th flight of stairs you had to go through, and you weren't even in the middle of the tower yet. But going around the rooms you normally would’ve never had clearance to as a normal visitor to the museum part of the place was good to know which type of electronics you’d be working with; they seemed… complicated, and it made you nervous.

Tom had been leading you by the hand because he just didn’t want you to get lost, and then get yelled at for it, so before you knew it you were faced with the Director’s entry doors. The guards were cold in their tones, requesting Tom state his business before letting you both through, and honestly, you were not surprised to see how huge the office was, what you didn’t expect though was to see other scientists working around in the same room, just right there next to the Director, you wondered if these were high-rank employees or if this was a way of keeping them under Phobos’s personal surveillance.

The Soldat let go of your hand and gave you a look of reassurance before you both looked at the towering silhouette at the top desk, seeming to admire his city out the window; the scene looked like something almost out of a movie. Tom took a deep breath before marching up to his office, with you following suit, pausing only for a moment to hear the G03LMs announce your approach.

As you approached his desk, he didn’t turn to you both just yet. Glancing at the other two Soldats standing guard to his sides made you double-take; they looked almost exactly like Tom did in uniform, only these guys seemed to have more buttons and pins on their uniforms than Tom did, those must be a bitch to take off every laundry day. Tom cleared his throat lightly before bowing his head to the Director, motioning for you to do the same before speaking.

“Director, I have brought the engineer you requested.” Tom announced almost as if talking to a king.

Phobos turned from his wide window to look at you both, the light from the dawn outside highlighted very few parts of him; it almost looked like a painting if it didn’t look oddly terrifying. He seemed to take a moment to analyze you before lifting his hand and lowering it a couple of inches down. “At ease, Lieutenant. You too, Engineer.” he boomed, allowing you both to stand straight again. His tone was sharp, but not harsh, simply an order.

Phobos retracted his hand into his cape, you’re not too surprised he actually wears the thing, Tom’s told you about the times he accidentally or intentionally knocked people over with his cape whenever he came around for lunch.

“I will take it from here, I’d like to get to know our… Possible recruit. Return to your duties, Lieutenant.” he ordered again, your eyebrows furrowed a bit as Tom nodded and spun on his heel, giving you a pat on the shoulder before marching away. Your anxiety spiked as you were left to stare up at Phobos on your own.

Okay, I'm getting too carried away here, let me speed things up a bit.

Phobos gives you an interview himself, normally it would be someone lower in rank due to his schedule being SO busy with paperwork, but again, Tom gloated about you so much he just had to see you with his own eye, completely valid reason, right? Yea, yea sure. Also, escaping from the amount of paperwork from their projects and agreements with other companies was a little nice.

He got your basic info, you answered his questions, that he had written in little slips of paper with basic answers under them he had a handful of the engineers write, he’s by no means a “tech nerd” like you engineers, but he did his best to grab the essential answer from your longer explanations with a smile on your face, you seem to enjoy mechanics, good, the ones with more passion seemed to give better results.

After all of that, he got up from his chair and walked around his desk to you, damn he was far taller than you anticipated. He said he’d give you a tour of the place and have you fix a couple of things with the other engineers, under his monitoring; we don't need you going somewhere you don't need to be, of course.

So the whole day you followed him around, grouped with a couple of random engineers in the facility; you successfully fixed something — which as much as these machines looked complicated they had pretty standard problems to be fixed so far. Around lunchtime, he took you back to his office which was mostly empty aside from some scientists finishing up work before quickly leaving to get their food and finish it within the 2-hour break Phobos gave them, which was surprising, most jobs didn't even give an hour. You may have off-mindedly muttered about that being nice, Phobos, seeing it as an opportunity to make a better impression and gloat a bit, claimed it was because he understands how huge and time-consuming getting up and down the tower to the food court and back was, plus, he enjoyed the time to himself that the break gave.

One long and unnecessary speech about how great of an asset you’ll make to Nexus Core, how he sees great potential in you, and how he can see you climbing the ranks quickly later… You're hired! Congrats, you work for the minion look-alike now. Yippee.mp3. He gave you a handshake, let you know where you could get the proper uniform for your work, and set you free to go home, saying you’d start that next Monday. Telling the good(?) news to Tom on your way out, he took you out for a celebratory lunch at your favorite place. At least he was happy you’d get to see each other more often; work always got in the way of your hangouts.

Either way, working at the Tower isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, most of the time at least; you got to know a couple of Tom’s other friends and co-workers around your first day, setting you up with one of his most “trustworthy” engineer friend. Much to their dismay, Tom begged them to babysit you until you got the hang of things in return for like… 5 favors he’d owe them in return. We’ll call this one Kai.

Kai did as promised, giving you a more in-depth rundown of how certain machines worked and what their most common problems to fix were just to give you a heads up, claiming they were feeling generous enough to let you know. Allowing you to take the lead in fixing some of these machines similar to how Phobos did in your interview, quizzing you from time to time on the machines, what they did, or how to fix a certain problem.

As much as they were incredibly monotonous in their voice, you could tell they were just as passionate about mechanics as you were.

Something you did notice throughout the day, however, was that the Director himself was around very often.

“Yep, that’s correct once again, great job [Name].” Kai gave you a tired nod and praise as you answered their question about the cloner in front of you correctly, glad you were paying attention to their ramblings about the machine earlier. You smiled at them behind your mask, hoping they saw how your eyes squinted to know so before they began to speak again.

“Now, this one has been having some problems with faulty wiring, I’ll fix this once since this equipment is so delicate, but I need you to watch and learn how it’s fixed so you-” Their thought process was interrupted halfway through unscrewing the machine’s control panel, raising their head and looking into space for a moment before looking at the doors to the room expectantly, cycling through every couple seconds, did they hear something? You mostly just heard the beeps and scribbles from the machines and the scientists, though… you felt some slight vibration at your feet. “.. is something wrong?”

“... The Director’s coming… again… don't do anything-”

“stupid, I know.” you finished their phrase as they continued with their work, feeling the vibrations of his footsteps approaching far clearer than before, ‘there are 3 doors leading to this room, two on the east and west, and one north-east up a staircase, it doesn’t feel like the footsteps are coming from above but I can’t tell where the sound of his boots are coming from, but… I’m willing to bet the… east door?’

The sound of a door opening to your right had half of the people in the room looking towards it, mainly those who were so lost in their work to notice, including you and Kai. ‘huh, it was the east… lucky guess..?’

You didn’t dare look at the Director for too long, after all, you had to focus on what Kai was doing… Kai, who was inspecting what the much taller grunt was doing with interest for a minute or so before going back to work with a light huff, sounded.. Baffled? You wondered what was wrong as you watched them mess with the wires, disconnecting and reconnecting a couple of set wires before starting to close the panel again, they worked fast that’s for sure.

“See? It’s pretty easy once you know which must be reconnected or switched around. Sometimes in a hurry some other engineers or scientists who don't know what they're doing mess up the wires and make the machine faulty.. The nerve of some people…” they muttered with a disappointed look, making you chuckle briefly before nodding in agreement, not before you felt a familiar looming presence behind you, though.

The large hand on your shoulder made you flinch as the Director’s voice nearly reverberated in your chest with how close he was, like a loud bass in giant speakers.

“Heyy, how’s the work going-... [Name]..! Liking this magnificent Tower so far?" His tone was far friendlier than you’ve heard before, a smile clear in his tone; it seemed like he struggled to remember your name for a moment but you wouldn't blame him if it was the case, with so many workers here and this being your first day…

“Oh! Uh- great! The work- well, the introduction is going great! I do.. Enjoy it here!” you answered a half-truth with a nervous smile behind your mask, you knew he probably couldn't see it but expressions die hard. “Good! Good! And- hello to you too….. Kaaaailee, yes, Kailee.'' The pause with Kai’s name was longer, and the confidently incorrect answer made it painfully obvious he genuinely didn't remember their name; it was almost charming, just a bit.

“Close yet far, sir.” Kai mumbled to themselves as they gave him a small bow “Hello, Director.”

“How’s your work?” he questioned with a small tilt of his head, his hand still firmly placed on your shoulder.

“Nearly done, sir. I’m just teaching Ms. [Name] here how our cloners work.” Kai gestured to you as Phobos nodded with satisfaction.

“Good good, delightful. Anyway, I must get back to my duties. You treat our new engineer well, Kailee, we don’t want a 2-week’s notice so soon!” Phobos’s laugh echoed through the room, sounding almost cartoonishly villainous as he gave two firm pats on Kai’s back before walking off through the west door.

You gave him an awkward wave even if he didn't see it, a hand lingering on the warm spot from his hand on your shoulder for a moment, ‘... that was weird’ you thought before turning your attention back to Kai, who looked to be in slight pain, leaning against the cloner for support.

“... you good?” your hand placed on their shoulder gently, concern starting to lace your voice, Kai let out a small groan in annoyance. “He never knows how to regulate his strength… either way, that was quite the odd interaction.” They stood back up straight.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t be clueless. You noticed him following us too, right?” You paused before nodding with an unsure look, “Yeah- well, I mean.. It could just be a coincidence, right?” Kai shrugged their shoulders,

“Maybe, but the patterns are just too convenient…”

“Patterns?” you questioned, giving them way to elaborate “Well, when he comes around, he scans the room quietly before he focuses in our direction, then tries to act natural by looking over other people before gravitating to where we are. Looking over us or- like he just did, and maybe strikes a conversation.”

“It is a little odd when you put it like that, but doesn't he monitor new people like me too? Surely this is normal-” Kai held up a hand, something you caught on to mean he wanted to stop you mid-sentence before speaking, interrupting you but not at the same time. “Not really, no, at least not that I’ve seen.. He never did that with me at least, nor with any other engineers that I’ve trained before.”

You were about to speak before another engineer passed by you, butting into your conversation.

“I think yer thinkin’ into it too much again, Kai. Yer scarin’ the poor gal.” he softly punched the taller engineer on the arm, holding a box labeled ‘parts’ under his other arm, the thick southern accent being the first thing you noticed before processing his appearance, he turned to you. “Don’t ye worry yer tiny head about it, rookie, I’ve seen Ol’ Bos monitor some other newbies more closely like that befo’. Seems he does this stuff to ones who he thinks are troublemakers or ‘ave had a bad impression o’ him or Nexus as a whole! Ye don’t seem like the trouble kind, he’s probably just tryna give you a good impression or sumthin’.” he shrugged, stealing your bonnet for a moment to ruffle your hair lightly with a laugh before handing your hat back to you and walking off without another word.

Kai sighed with a shake of his head, rubbing the spot he was punched at as you fixed your hair with a light chuckle, “he’s in good spirits at least.” you mentioned as you repositioned your bonnet on your head, “I guess… he could be right, or not, Phobos is… a bit unpredictable at times… I hate it.” Kai complained as you chuckled again, he motioned for you to follow again, your shift wasn’t over yet and there was more machinery to fix.

I love expanding like this, even if this is probably not what you wanted, I’ll try to speed this up again.

Even after your first day, Phobos kept… lowkey stalking you through your first week, especially after Kai stopped holding your hand through things; you boiled it down to just being him making sure you're not getting into any trouble by yourself, though, it started becoming a bit more obvious that wasn’t the true intention as he started ‘accidentally’ bumping into you on the halls or taking the same elevator to places, sometimes even walking into you seemingly without noticing as you tried getting to Tom and Kai, who often invited you to have lunch with them at the break room if you weren't getting food at the patio.

Phobos didn't understand why he felt compelled to see you, he’s monitored newbies a few times, so this shouldn't be any different, yet… it was.

Most would try to get away as soon as possible unless he actively requested to have a talk with someone, no one dared stay around for long, they feared him, it was always the intent, to be feared, respected, to be this City’s GOD. Yet you were different, you weren’t scared; nervous at most, but it didn’t seem to be directed towards his presence completely. You consumed his thoughts when he was attempting to do his work, his mind gravitating to your face, your mannerisms, your laugh… It was frustrating, what had you done to him? It’s only been a couple of weeks and he’s enamored by you, he’s been attracted to other people before, albeit before he became Director, but it never seemed to go past their appearances, but this? This was bigger, this was more.

It didn’t take long for him to make sense of his thoughts, sure, a couple frustrations didn’t go unexpressed as he seemed to be unpredictable around. One day he’d be all gleeful and conversational with you, the other he’d be distant and judgemental, you assumed he was simply having stressful days… but your gut said to ask, to figure out what was wrong with your boss, especially since some of your coworkers found themselves with the short end of his temper.

So you asked, slipping into his office after the doormen left for lunch, you knew he was in there, he said he enjoyed the time for himself. The office was empty aside from his hunched-over shadow up at his desk, he didn’t hear you slip in as your boots clicked against the floor, making your way up to him.

He had his head resting in one hand as his other held a pen to a paper he didn't seem to read, simply staring straight down, taken by his thoughts. Soon you stood in front of his desk, holding his (allegedly) favorite cup of tea you had gotten based on his orders from the cafeteria in your hands, trying to find a way to gently snap him out of his thoughts without it backfiring harshly on you. Pulling down your mask from your face and letting it lay over your upper chest as you called out his name softly.

Took about 3 times and light taps on his desk for him to see you were there, irritation shifting to surprise to see you in his office, much more without your mask, he hadn’t seen your face properly since the interview… Clearing his throat, he asked what you were doing here, you explained that you were worried about him, and how stressed he was lately, so you came to ask if he wanted to talk, to rant, anything to make him less stressed just so he doesn’t end up killing anyone for a minor mistake sending him over the edge.

… You… wanted to talk… with him? I mean of course you would, he’s Nexus’ God-Emperor and Director after all, why wouldn’t you? Your words warmed his chest, you cared? You didn’t seem like the lying kind, and he had no reason to believe you would lie to him…

Of course, your request to spend time with him was accepted with a welcome, if you were anyone else he might have thrown you out of the window though. Your lunchtime was spent listening to the Director rant about anything he felt like telling you, about the worries of a certain grunt going against his cause, the stress of his goals, and the annoyance that was needed to cater to MERC and their demands for G03LMs, the angry and poorly written emails from their manager still sat in his drafts as he tried to word an unhostile email, it was hard!

He didn’t elaborate on certain things, but you didn’t pry, maybe if you did he’d get more stressed, that wasn’t your current goal. Though you couldn’t help but feel charmed by his demeanors, obviously he didn’t pass on opportunities to gloat about himself, but after he was done ranting, he asked to know more about yourself. It surprised you he was interested in your life at all, but he insisted, so you complied.

You both lost track of time, talking and laughing about funny stories from your lives and even gossiping about things outside and in the tower. Your previous image of Phobos had been broken, that intimidation and nervousness vanishing like smoke in the air, he was just like you and the others, if not a little up his ass but he was still a grunt like everyone else; He liked to gossip, he enjoyed technology and what it could do, he enjoyed comedy, horror, and action movies.

The more you talked, the more the both of you fell for each other, at some point he had forgotten to drink his tea, by the time Lunch was over and his guards came back wondering what you both were laughing about, the tea was cold.

You were disappointed to need to go back to work but you had machines to work on, Phobos suggested you pick up your conversation again the next day. And so followed your new routine, you’d come to work, do your thing, and stay with Phobos for the lunch hour until you went back to work, he even started messaging you after a while to send you goodnights or for you to elaborate on certain things he was really curious about from your conversations earlier.

It took a few months for him to ask you out, and even longer to finally ask you to be his. He made a big deal out of it, of course, it was something private between you both but he went all out on it, flowers, tuxedo, your favorite treat, the works. You made it official on the Tower’s rooftop, watching the sunset together.

He loves you just as much as he loves himself, dare I say even more, his diamond, his queen, he wants you to rule alongside him when he achieves Godhood. He hasn’t told you the full extent of his plans though, you know it's important but he won't elaborate on what he’s trying to do.

He loves PDA, getting a kick of showing others you’re his and only his, kisses, handholding, gentle touches along your sides and shoulders, etc. he doesn’t care about who sees you together, in fact, how dare they stare in the first place.

Phobos can be a bit of a jealous partner, getting protective and possessive of you at times if you hang out with your friends for what he deems to be too long. Later when you're both alone, he’ll remind you of who you belong to with long, deep kisses, and hold you against him, trapped in his arms. It’s nothing too rough to overwhelm you, he’d never forgive himself if he dared hurt you, he tries to take it lightly and playfully, trying to make you giggle even if he’s serious about his words.

Regardless he just wants you well, if you’re in any pain at all he WILL just give you the day off, mayhaps he’ll even excuse himself to keep you in his bedroom, staying with you and getting you anything you need, painkillers, water, anything you crave at the time. Spoils the HELL out of you, and will cling to you as long as you're comfortable.

Speaking of that, he’s a HUGE fan of physical touch. He’ll trace his nails along your back and gently rub your thighs when cuddling, trace his thumb along your knuckles when holding hands, touch legs when just sitting next to each other, and can't hold hands, rest his head on your shoulder and hug you if you're sitting on his lap. Playing with your hair… He’ll never admit he’s a fan of romance books, he’s always wanted to do this with someone, and with you he can finally relax and be soft-ish for once.

Also, he’s big spoon when you cuddle, he enjoys holding you more than anything, but if you insist on him being little spoon he won't protest much, being held is nice too.

If you have a spot when you keep your things at the tower he’ll take the time to leave you little gifts, mainly small things that you mentioned you’d like to buy some time or something, flowers, treats, even just little notes to lift your spirits. He enjoys being romantic, and if it means it’ll bring a smile to your lovely face then so be it.

Some of your co-workers are slightly concerned about your relationship, warning you of his manipulative ways at times, others can't be bothered to say anything because you keep Phobos in good spirits, and keep them from being yelled at so whatever. But he’d never manipulate you I’m sure… right?

Nicknames! My Dear, Starlight, My Love, My Queen, anything to do with your name, usually he’ll put “My” before the nickname because he enjoys reminding himself that he somehow managed to bag such a lovely person. It’s the only thing he questions about how he got so lucky.

He loves you beyond everything. It’s really gonna sting when he dies… Hope you’re ready for that.

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#I missed writing for this guy #madness combat #madcom #madness combat x reader #maskwrites #fic/hc #anon ask #madcom phobos #mc phobos #madness phobos #director phobos x reader #phobos x reader #director phobos #mpn2 #madness project nexus 2 #madness project nexus

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merbear25 · 3 months ago

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Hellow, Hope you're doing well ^^ <3 May i ask for our dearest Mad scientist for the Halloween event ? The Great and infamous Caesar Clown ; ( 4 ) in an abandonned hospital ; with Truth or dare 💋; with a female x reader ? You can go SFW or NSFW as you want, feel free to write it as you want ~ I love your wittings and works ! i can't wait to see what you'll cook this time ! As usual you're gonna surprise me/us ! Good luck and happy scary Month !!! Art by @NANAYAkokonotsu on twitter

This...this is what happens when you give me full rein with my muse. The terrifically creepy picture helped though. I hope you like it. 🧡💜

The creepy crawlies that scurried past offered more than a panic induced shriek. They also contained fluids that held so much potential for whomever knew what to do with them, and this place was crawling with unrecognized promise. You were plucked from your duties and placed under the watchful eye of the one you took orders from, each request being stranger than the last.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, breast play, tit job, dark themes: fear play, dub con, mentions of insects, experiments, and death

Go on. I dare you. (Caesar)

“Mind your step.” The call trailing over your shoulder was more out of annoyance than concern for your safety.

You looked down to see a long centipede scurrying in front of your feet. Swallowing the urge to yelp, you quickly threw it in a spare jar. You heard a chuckle from behind you, making the dead air go cold.

“And here I thought you’d be able to handle helping me. You haven’t lost your use now, have you?” The question bit into you more than any canines ever could.

“No!” You spat out. “Of course not. Just… caught me off guard is all.” Your eyes glanced to the side to meet his two yellow orbs burning into you with the intensity of the sun.

But then, as if a switch was flipped, his demeanor shifted into one more playful. No matter how friendly the smile he wore was, there was no mistaking the sinister aura exuding from him. “No?” His purple lips stretched into a smile.

Your eyes darted away from his, not wanting him to see the nerves pinching at your face.

“Hmm, somehow I don’t believe you. How should we fix that?” He drummed his fingers on his chin, feigning to be deep in thought. With the decrepit walls sealing you in, the possibilities flourishing in his dastardly mind were endless. “Oh, I’ve got an idea.” His tone was deep and dragged out of him.

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as the tension hung in the air. “Truth or dare?”

Even with every fiber of your being telling you to choose the safe option, he was obviously testing you. You were being baited to prove yourself to him and rid him of these rising conflictions of why he was keeping you around.

“Dare.” When that single word left your mouth, the soft tapping of the millions of insects within your proximity fled.

“Let out that centipede you caught earlier.” His voice was soft, pulling you into a false sense of security. When your face scrunched from the unnerving rattling within the jar, the final part flowed past his lips. “And let it crawl on you.”

Your hand shook slightly and your breath quickened. You couldn’t refuse, not when you already felt as if you were on thin ice. Hesitantly, you unscrewed the container and held in your scream as the pointy legs scaled up your arm and under the back of your hair. Down your back it went, while you stood paralyzed with fear.

The legs dancing along your skin were too much. Their pinching ends against your sensitive flesh caused you to shake violently in a desperate attempt to get it off. With your heart still racing, you managed to jar it once again. Your huffs and puffs from the adrenaline rush were barely given a chance to soften as he laughed at your misfortune.

“Not too bad, not at all.”

“It’s my turn, right?” Your breaths were still shaky.

“Hmm? Oh, right. Go on then.”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” His answer felt insulting after what he’d just made you do.

The frown you had was involuntary, and yet he couldn’t help but chuckle again. He continued down the hall, albeit slowly, you absentmindedly followed him. “What do you have planned for these insects?”

His eyes sparkled with excitement at your curiosity. “Well, only those gifted enough to see their potential can truly understand my plans but to put it simply, I’m going to use their extracts to create a poison with the most horrific side effects.”

Before you had a chance to even want him to elaborate, he shoved the question “truth or dare” at you. His gaze had you in a stranglehold, placing dread that you had an unspoken expectancy to choose the more dangerous option.

He drifted further down the hall to the rusty door at the end. The bitter cold of the basement nipped at your very core. Without realizing it, he’d lured you further into the depths of this hospital that was long since forgotten.

Sighing, he straightened his posture, which gave you a reminder of how feeble you looked in comparison. “You know, there were many hospitals in this area that were forced to build morgues due to the increase of disease. So many perished.” A hint of romanticism laced his words. “And, well, keeping them in the basement just added to the necessary cooling effects.”

His eyes held onto you as he pushed the door open. The black void in front of you could only really be identified by the smell—death. The fluorescent lights flickered as they strained to turn on. One in the far corner cracked from the old wires. Grayish tiles covered the walls and floors—once white but now stained with mildew.

He leaned down by your ear, his breath hot. “That one.” His long arm stretched out from over your shoulder, lazily pointing at the only remaining cooler to be closed. “Get in it.”

You trembled as he placed his other hand on your shoulder. “I-I can’t,” you whispered.

“What’s that? Can’t?” His lips brushed against your ear as he delivered a tinge of threat. “Oh, dear, that won’t do.”

“No, please!” You broke away from his grip. Your legs trembled and your lip quivered as you fought back tears. This brave mask of yours was showing deep cracks. His laugh chased after you as you fumbled with the latch. “I can do it.” Taking a deep breath, you sat yourself down on the metal.

Caesar grinned down at you, partly in pride and partly in amusement. “I won’t leave you in for long, my dear.” With that, he promptly shoved you in the darkness that reeked of decaying flesh.

Each moment felt as if it was being stretched out as some cruel unwarranted punishment. Your breaths were labored as panic tasted your exposed nerves. You couldn’t scream for him to let you out though because that would undoubtedly lead you down the same path as the other unfortunate souls to have disappointed him. So, you closed your eyes, hoping that you could fool your anxious mind into thinking it was someplace else.

Loud thuds rattled the chamber, coaxing a startled shriek from you. “Are you ready?” Your muffled “Yes” was granted with the dull lights of the room. Visibly shaken up, he gave you some ounce of comfort. “Well done! I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

“Why… Why did you do that?” You could barely look at him but managed to catch a glimpse of his puzzled expression.

“I can’t give you a straight-forward answer.” His response was genuine—unable to pinpoint the appeal to all of this. At least, not at that very moment.

“Last one, alright?” The promise was wrapped in thorns, but it was all you had to grasp at. Your answer “Truth” brought on some annoyance. “Really. After that you choose ‘truth’?”

“I…Okay, dare.” Not wanting to risk leaving this place in anything other than one piece, you complied.

“Good,” he purred. “Take these off.” His large hand caressed your shoulder for a moment before plucking at your shirt and bra strap. The threatening presence he had was still shifting to one trying to offer affection and gentleness, both of which you were in desperate need of.

You did as you were told, further earning yourself drops of praise. His fingers traced patterns on your bare back, gently claiming you as his. When you removed your bra, his other hand cupped your soft flesh with unexpected tenderness. A soft gasp escaped you as he massaged your delicate breasts. He hummed with satisfaction. Your sounds only made him yearn for more.

He plucked at your hardened nipples, while watching you closely. Each subtle change in your face put him into a deeper trance. “I doubt this place has ever heard such lovely noises, my dear.” Each word dripped with desire.

A whimper left your soft lips as both of his hands roamed your exposed figure. Each motion they made over you radiated fervor. “Lie back,” his command was tender, so as to not scare away those darling sounds you were making. You could hear him unzipping his pants and fumbling with himself. Your expression changed, leading him to soothe your woes. “Shhh, don’t worry. I won’t be very rough.” He trailed weak kisses along your forehead before straddling you.

With him placing his length between your breasts, you instinctively nuzzled it with your soft body. A deep sigh of pleasure left him as he gripped the sides of the table. At first his thrusts were more to allow himself the enjoyment of taking you for himself: you being pinned under him, panting softly, a look upon your face that read you were eager to please him. But then that look and those sounds tore away his restraints. His eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as he picked up his pace.

The squeaking of the metal mixed with his grunts and your shortened breaths. A room riddled with the scent of death and visited by those who feasted on it was given new life as the two of you satisfied your lust. It may have been buried deep below the surface, but the unearthing brought you to a fever pitch. Cries of release echoed throughout the premises, daring to wake the dead. Such a high carried both of you through the rest of your exploration, giving whispers of your sinful passion that had recently struck you.

#halloween event #x reader #caesar clown #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #op #one piece x you #caesar clown x reader #one piece caesar clown #one piece smut #op x reader #op x you

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rickssugarplum · 1 year ago

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Rick Returns

After a much too long hiatus, I have finally made a new Rick fic. Wow. A lot has changed since my last fic, but I want to thank all of you amazing readers who have been so patient. Please forgive me if my writing is a little rusty. Thanks again and excited for Season 7 tonight! ❤

(Rick C-137 x Reader) SFW-, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Someone, Season 6 Spoilers, 1,900+ words

Rick comes to see you again after a long time. And you find some changes in him.

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It had been too long. Far too long. You hadn't heard a single word from Rick in what felt like a lifetime and were still wondering what the hell went wrong. It seemed to have happened out of nowhere. One day, everything had been fine, and then suddenly, he all but disappeared. He didn't come see you anymore; he wouldn't call you up, not even a single text. At first, you started to think an adventure went awry. Then you started thinking something was really wrong, but you weren't sure what. Is he on a new planet? Did he have to do a high-paying mission? What if he's hurt? Or could he be dead? With how things are now, he might as well be. He started to become a series of bittersweet memories now. You did everything you could to try to forget him, but that was pointless. Rick Sanchez wasn't a man you can just forget, no matter how hard you tried. Many tears were shed, and many thoughts crept into your mind. If his leaving had nothing to do with his space-traveling lifestyle.

Did I do something wrong?

Did he find someone else?

Was I...not enough?

Many months had passed, and you were certain the blue-haired scientist was out of your life forever.

Close to midnight, you were in your bathroom washing your face and getting ready to sleep. As you enter your bedroom, about to lay down in your bed, you hear a sound you thought you would never hear again—the loud warp of a portal.

Immediately, your heart sped up rapidly as you wondered if you were hallucinating. But when you saw a young brunette boy in a yellow t-shirt, you were completely puzzled.

".....Morty??"

You were worried he was here to tell you really bad news about his grandfather. But you had no time to even ask what was happening before another figure broke through the portal. A figure much taller. The silhouette of his spiky hair caught your eye immediately.

It was him. He was here. Rick was back in your room.

His eyes were fixed on you right away. There was almost a determination in them. Yet he also looked unsure.

"Thanks, Morty. I'll take it from here." He motioned the kid to the portal, presumably back home. The boy took a worried glance at both of you before turning back through the portal and disappearing. Now it was just you and Rick. Looking into his eyes for the first time in forever, all the pain came back crystal clear. And the source was right in front of you.

"Bab-"

"DON'T. YOU. DARE. 'BABY' ME."

Rick shut his mouth and understood right away. You were not going to let him off so easily.

"You son of a bitch." You spat at him.

"I know you're mad, and I-"

"Mad!? You ghost me for months; I haven't had even one measly fucking text, and you think I'm mad!?" You interrupted. "I didn't know what the hell happened to you! All these months without any contact from you. Nothing."

Rick stayed silent. He had no argument to make.

"At first, I just thought, 'Oh, he's on a big adventure with Morty! No biggie!' Or had a run-in with an alien mob or something, and it would just take a bit longer to get back to me," you explained. Looking back at Rick, he was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes looking down to the floor. But you knew he was still listening.

"I was starting to think you were dead." You confessed, trying to keep yourself together.

Rick took in a deep breath before he answered. "I owe you an explanation. All I ask right now is that you'll let me give you that," he requested.

Goddamnit. Just hearing his voice again is painful.

"I thought you were done bailing on people," you said bitterly.

Rick interjected, "Hey, don't start with that." You watched him grab his flask out of his lab coat and take a sip from it.

"Why? Truth too much for you? Does the great Rick Sanchez actually have a kryptonite?" you mocked.

Rick put his hand over his mouth, keeping himself quiet as you let out everything you suppressed inside all this time.

"You told me you'd never leave me behind. No matter where you'd go, you would stick around." You scoffed. "I was really fucking stupid to believe you."

Rick was starting to get agitated. This was not how he pictured this playing out.

"Ugh. Look, I didn't come here to argue."

"No. You want to smooth everything over so I can do any favors you'll want. Bet you never even thought about me all this time. Out of sight, out of mind, right?"

"It's not like that!" he argued. The nerve of him "Why wouldn't it be? It's the same ending to every chapter in your life, Rick. You'll never change."

He winced. That one stung a little. You knew some of your statements could hurt him, but you were too angry to care. Part of you wanted him to see how it felt to be let down by someone you've given your heart to.

"You left an entire dimension after destroying it."

Rick was losing his composure. "Don't."

"Left your family on a tiny planet when the world was going to shit."

He didn't want to hear any of this. "Stop."

"You left Morty to be with some fucking crows."

"Knock it off," he warned.

"Or what!? Are you gonna leave again?" you challenged. "I was starting to accept the fact that you wouldn't come back. What would stop you now?"

"That's not what I meant!" he argued.

"Why would I be so special that you wouldn't bail again? You've done it your whole life. Starting with your own wife and daughter!"

Rick lost it. "I DIDN'T LEAVE MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER!" he shouted. His hands tangled in his hair, and his eyes squeezed shut.

That stopped you dead in your tracks. Confused, you stepped closer to him. A soft gasp escapes when you see that his face has now become wet with tears.

"Rick...?" you said softly. All the rage you previously had inside you has now completely evaporated. This new shift startled you. He was not someone who openly broke down. Nor would he tell such a lie while doing so.

If he didn't leave them, then why weren't they ever with him? Unless his wife took their child and left him, or if they had...

...........

No.

A new feeling is integrated into you: guilt. You were starting to pick up all the tragic pieces together. The heartbreak was plain to see on Rick's face as he trembled in front of you.

In that moment, the source of all his demons became more clear than ever before. He had truly suffered the worst kind of pain.

"Oh...Rick...." Your voice cracked. The distance between you both closed as you wrapped your arms around him. He accepts them immediately and holds on tightly.

"I'm so sorry..."

His face is buried in your neck. To shield his face, or more to just feel you again, it didn't matter. Right now, he needed this. Stroking his baby blue hair, you had almost forgotten how soft it was...

"Rick...I'm sorry...I had no idea..." you said in shame, thinking back to everything you'd said to him before. Now, he had every right to be mad at you. But his first response you received was a soft, gentle kiss on your neck, making you lightly shiver.

"It's haunted me for many years. Consumed most of my life," he confessed. Lifting his head up, you see his face. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were damp from his hurt flooding out of him. Your thumbs gently brush away the tears under his eyes. "I...thought I had finally could have a new chance to find some stability, be with a family, but...something did come up...and it all came flooding back..."

Your brows raised at that.

"So...that's why I haven't been around."

You still weren't entirely aware of the whole story. But one thing was certain: When Rick Sanchez is consumed by something, he gives his all into it.

"I'm such a fucking idiot..." you blurted out, shaking your head. "I thought...you had just gotten bored and moved on from me..."

Rick interjected, "Oh no, baby no..." He pulled you back into his arms, placing your head on his chest. His heartbeat soothed you as you took a deep breath in and out.

"You weren't the only one I hurt here... I-I had kept Morty out of it all too..."

A sigh escapes you. "He's such an amazing grandson to you," you mutter.

"Yeah...but he's not my grands-"

"Yes, he is." You interrupted. "It doesn't matter where you came from or where he came from. He's been there for you through everything and seen you at your worst. And the fact that he came here tonight with you just to make sure you were okay shows me that he still cares about you despite everything. I know he wouldn't want any other Rick. And you wouldn't trade him for any other Morty. You are his grandpa, Rick."

His arms hold you a bit tighter, a silent 'thank you' for your encouraging words.

"Did he tell you to come talk to me?" you wondered.

"Uh no. I, uhh, hooo boy...You won't believe it when I tell you," he warned you awkwardly.

"What?" You didn't know what or who else could convince him to do anything.

"I...was told I should see you by...my uhh...therapist..." he finished, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes bugged out in shock. "A therapist!? You're seeing a therapist!??

He scoffs "Okay, you really don't have to rub i-" His sentence is cut off by a surprise kiss on his cheek, leaving him a little startled. "Oh, Rick. I'm so proud of you," you say sincerely. It's as if hell had frozen over. He really has changed.

"Yeah, she's, uh, she's alright," he admits with a small smile. "She also told me to tell you what I needed to say, so... I'm sorry."

Your vision starts to get blurry with tears. Those two simple words from this man mean so much. Cupping his face in your hands, you give Rick a small smile before leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Your arms wrap around his neck, never wanting to let him go. He holds you close when he kisses you back with a little more desperation. He hasn't been kissed by you in so long.

When you finally break away to breathe, you look into his eyes again. This time, they look more serene. As if he feels some shred of peace for the first time in... he can't remember when.

"I've missed you..." you whispered. He pressed his forehead against yours.

"I missed you too, baby..."

With that, every shattered piece of your heart had been put back together. There was more he needed to share with you, but the emotional reunion and the fact that it was late at night left you exhausted. But you were going to sleep much more peacefully with the eccentric man resting beside you once again.

After all these painful months, Rick was finally back. He's changed in some ways, and you were looking forward to seeing how these changes would guide him to a better path.

Because, no matter what happens, you will always love him.

❤

#rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick sanchez fanfic #rick and morty season 7 #rickssugarplum

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technically-a-kiwi · 2 months ago

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Lawful cosmic AU story

Part 1

A small set up:

In this iteration of the AU, cosmic entities are plentiful, and all inhabite the cosmic realm, they watch over universes assigned to them, preventing any anomaly (rips in reality, wormholes, time travel, time paradoxes etc...).

Cosmic entities main powers are reality healing powers (?) basically they can fix anomalies with more or less ease, and shapeshifting. They get more powerfull the older they get.

All cosmic entities are supervised by the cosmic court, they make the rules and assign cosmic entities the universes they watch over. There are three higher ups among the court, who also are responsable for turning people into cosmic entities (Magenta, Cyan, and Yellow higher ups.)

Cosmic entities die when they're saturated with cosmic particles, melting the being.

If you want more stuff about lawful cosmic, I'll guide you to this post.

Beginning:

The Noise meets the higher ups of the cosmic court, they propose him to become a cosmic entity, which he agrees. Peppino soon follows because he knew leaving The Noise in charge of anything will lead to disaster. And just like that, the newest cosmic duo was born ! Both are in dwarf stage so they look like this

Both The Noise and Peppino learn slowly but surely how to use their power and how to work together.

They get into multiple cosmic shenanigans, stoping a mad scientist to create a time machine, closing wormholes etc...

Both learn about memory loss, around that time, Peppino creates a journal even tho it's illegal, The Noise doesn't believe memory loss is real and does nothing to prevent it's damage.

Both learn the harsh consequences of failing their mission.

Both now try to cope with the several tragedies they witnessed. The Noise manages to brush it off by focusing on his dream TV show, a new version of NTV, Noise's Nebula Show ! (NNS), as for Peppino, he tries to brush it off, making pizza is his only source of confort... But he's still is very overwhelmed by the new tragedies he has to witness and can't bring himself to just ignore them as it was nothing... no matter how unfazed the court tells him to be, he's still very human and wants to keep it this way.

During that time, the cosmic duo meets the rest of the PT cast (Pepperman, The Vigilante, Noisette, the Ticket stand, Pizzahead and Mr Stick who's the default boss of the cast) and enters the group "Silly fellas like us should stick together". Both end up finding a "safe place" in this harsh new reality.

After (not) some time

Our cosmic duo looks like this, now in minor stage

In this stage, they gain telepathy and can sense others emotions

The Noise is now a very popular (and the only) cosmic host of the realm, he mastered the art of manipulating the court , capable of persuaving them into brushing off the unforgivable with his incredible eloquence.

Peppino regained some sanity after all this time, being far more confortable with his powers and status, a little full of himself even, his pizzaplace is a little isolated from the rest of Cosmopolis but he still gets clients.

Both are slightly more confortable with the other, they're not friends sure, but they can be seen as colleagues, colleagues that hate eachother.

Now the story begins...

Some random bits :

The Noise tries to remember who his wife was, not being able to remember her makes him realise that memory loss is real and has already taken affects on him (it's very brief because I plan to write out this story in another post ! )

Some developement on the Ticket stand, his booth is conected to some kind of void. With the help of Peppino, the guy in the ticket stand (or Ticket stand guy) and the chef find inside this void like place what looks like... nebulas ? They emanate a LOT of cosmic particles... both don't know where they come from

Little story where Peppino gets busted with his journal by Mr Stick, he uncharacteristically brush it off and reveals he also has a relic of his past, a picture of him and his universe's Burton. Here we have a prime example of the memory loss damage, as Mr Stick really has no memory of his past life, neither remembering what he used to do, who he knew etc... "I have no idea who this Burton guy on the picture is ! He could be a friend, a lover, he could be family for all I know !". Mr Stick leaves and tells Peppino to hold his journal dear, and ESPECIALLY hide it well, it's the only thing with worth in this insane asylum of a realm.

On to the drama part

Peppino meets Maurice, a special Maurice, roughly goes as this story if you've read it

Peppino gets summoned to court for having a mortal friend and revealing too much about the cosmic realm.

Mr Stick gives him a warning before the trial starts "Get summoned once and you might end up fine, get summoned twice and you can bet you'll turn into a puddle of cosmic goo!"

The court pleads guilty until The Noise shows up and with his incredible eloquence manages to make the court brush it off (he didn't do it out of will, it's only because C Noisette asked him)

Except the three higher ups of the court demande for some retrebution, Peppino is sentenced to kill Maurice so he can become a cosmic entity and prevent him from spreading knowledge about the realm.

Peppino is VERY reluctant of doing this, KILLING MY FRIEND ??! NEVER ! But the court doesn't care...He waits and waits maybe hoping that the court forgets about this... until... he's meat with Maurice, looking very different. Someone killed him, but who ?

Maurice is now a constellation, another kind of entity living in the cosmic realm, although they can't leave the place like cosmic entities, they can shapeshift and teleport, the cast welcomes him in the group, he slowly gets acustomed to this new life and tries to move one from his past life... He slowly grows a brother like relationship with Peppino.

The last shot is Peppino and Maurice seen from the back, looking up at the stary sky and the aurora of souls passing through the realm...

And that's it for the first part ! Thank you for waiting, it was a pain to write down!

If you have any question about what I've wrote so far feel free to ask me, I'll be glad to answer !

See ya and may the kiwi be with you 🥝✨✨✨

#pizza tower #cosmic au #lawful cosmic #story telling

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glitchgw2 · 2 months ago

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OC deput post!

Meet Autopsist Luccem (Lucc for short)

An Inquest "scientist" who's tasked to perform autopsies on deceased fellow Inquest members, experiments (asura only), or asura brought to him from elsewhere by the Inquest to determine their cause of death or...just because! They don't even need to be dead; but if they get in Lucc's hands, their demise is guaranteed. Low scum are often sent to him to be dealt with, to get rid of, be tortured, or have their brain removed for proprietary knowledge. He is quite renown for his enthusiasm about his job, and so people hope they never get sent to him for anything.

Some more art:

Some trivia, toyhou.se link and a bonus art piece (cw gore) is below the read more!

QnA!

How did he get into the Inquest?

After one too many arrests, the Inquest felt like a warm welcome, where his genius and love for unethical cadaver handling wasn't to be punished.

Can he use magic? Does he fight?

He's rather a science guy. He can name every bone in your body but can't conjure fires or anything. He can use a gun though. And he also has a bonesaw. But still, he prefers to rely on defense golems and security systems. Outsmart your enemies and always be two steps ahead of them, you know.

What does he do in his free time?

He likes to play the latest version of digital ecto-gambling on his datapad.

More trivia:

No one knows for sure where his lab is and one can only guess; any and all entry is only available through asura gates placed in different Inquest headquarters. This is also the method he gets bodies transferred to him.

He refuses to work with other asura. He has assistant golems in his lab (and well, technically krewe) exclusively.

He handles a lot of bodies contaminated with chaos magic, hence his yellow pupils.

He's a fan of my goth asura band, Mortis Twins.

He speaks with a slight French accent for some reason.

Bonus art: (cw gore)

I keep saying to myself he's professional, yet his autopsy table is long overdue a fix/upgrade. 😭

And finally, Toyhou.se link.

(Note: he's an AU for an existing character of mine and both of them have content warnings. I hid some darker things behind the content warning because my OC has everything wrong with him in every universe ever.)

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 asura #asura #inquest #gw2 inquest #orrrrrrrrr #i could just go with my art blog's tags but h #autopsist luccem #glitchgw2 art #glitchgw2 ocs

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yourlocalstranger123 · 2 years ago

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Possessive reader x Albedo/Aether

Part 1

Note: I apologize in advance because 1, I definitely didn't proof read this, 2. I might accidentally forget to put in credits for the art and I already deleted it in the gallery so-

Important notice for the artwork!: Please read from left to right to know which art belongs to the artist. Also, some of the pictures has the same artist so I will number them and organize it. Tysm for reading. Hope you enjoy!

Characters!: albedo + Rubedo / Aether

Information of color: Albedo and Aether is orange/yellow and Rubedo is red. Tysm

2nd Information: You are a scientist or an Alchemist in Albedo/Rubedo. And for Aether, you're basically a rich person. [Which I want one in my life bc I'm broke-]

3rd information about my knowledge: I actually don't know about fake Albedo and when I came across a comic of him and Albedo and searched him up in Google, he was called rubedo. I don't think it's a Canon name and just a fan-canon name but I'll be using the name Rubedo

No pronouns are used, it's GN reader. No specific gender so it could be read as any gender. [I apologize that I also put tags of f reader and m reader with gn reader and not just gn reader]

Warning: The writing is very lengthy. Yandere Albedo/Rubedo?

@sc1ssor3

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Albedo + Rubedo

[1.] Artist: Poi_poifu app: Twitter

[2.] Artist: 0jae app: Danbooru

All 3 photos/Artist: @Kagura8999 app: Twitter

You were organizing your lab when suddenly there was a knock on the door. You quickly fixed your hair and coat, "Come in!" You awnsered. A blonde man comes in, smiling and slightly waving at your presence. "Oh, Albedo! Is there anything you need?"

'Albedo' paused. But then tilting his head and smiling. Although strange, you didn't mind. You flinched when a cold hand held yours and then something....soft was nuzzling it? You turned around and looked down to your hand, seeing 'Albedo' with his strange behavior, nuzzling his cheek on to your hand.

Your face quickly flushed with red, chuckling. You patted his head as he also nuzzled it. You tried to retract your hand, but his grip tightened as he stared at you. You became nervous and concerned but laughed it off. "Albedo? Did you take something strange again?" He looks down, seemingly ignoring your question. You sighed, sitting down as 'Albedo' comes joining you.

He leaned onto your shoulder, still holding your hand with his own. He trapped your hand with both of his hands and looked up to you.

"Do you like me now......Master..?" He said while kissing your palm. You froze, wait....is he calling you...MASTER?!

Your thoughts were interrupted with a door creaking. You looked at the door, seeing....Albedo?? Wait, why is there 2 Albedo's?!

"[Name]?! Why is he sitting with you...!"

You were cunfused, still wondering which was the true Albedo until you looked at their necks. Albedo has a star.....this one doesn't. Then who's the one clinging onto your arm?!

After things got settled, you found out that he was Rubedo. Rubedo was now sitting on your lap in your arms. You didn't really have a choice whether you let him or not. But unknownly to you, he was smirking at Albedo. Mocking him as his mouth word out,

'I got to be in their arms,' Rubedo said as Albedo grumbled. Feeling an unknown feeling bubbling inside him, jealously

Suddenly, Albedo grabbed your hand and shoved Rubedo off your lap. "[Name], let's take a walk around mondstadt"

You nervously agreed, not knowing what to do. It's even worse when you guys walk in Mondstadt town. Everyone was looking at you and whispering things about Rubedo and Albedo clinging onto both of your arms as they glared at each other. You were stiff, not knowing what to do.

You all three stopped when a drunk man began to stumble along the way to you. He began flirting with Albedo and Rubedo, saying that they should get to know each other. Your patience and anger were about to snap as you can see Rubedo and Albedo was clearly uncomfortable. Both were about to summon their sword until,

"Go fuck off for archon's sake! Who in their right mind would even think of giving you a chance to even "GeT tO kNoW eAcH oThEr?" So go away and leave us alone." You said. Mocking his words. Then you grabbed his shoulder, "And they're taken by me, so they are mine. Back off. " The drunk man angrily went away as everyone looked at the usual stress but calm [name] screamed in anger. And even curse?

Both Rubedo face and Albedo face went red. Like literally, red as a tomato! Even steam was coming out of their heads!! They definitely heard what you whispered to the guy. And when you wrapped your arms around both of their waist, making them come closer to you. (They shivered, from excitement and delight when they found your new side of you)

They both felt....warm (especially down there—)

You check on both of them, panicking as their face was still flushed red. It became worse when you put your hands on both of their foreheads to check if they had a fever. (If they can even catch one)

Then, when you guys went back to Albedo's lab instead of yours because Albedo offered to let you experiment with him and....Rubedo.

If only you knew, they made a contract to share you behind your back. At least they will be mostly at peace with each other. [Beside the people who made you uncomfortable or cause a threat of their love to you. At least their in the basement.....bleeding out]

Aether

[1.] Artist: Usaryun app: Twitter

[2.] Artist: Shoraln app: danbooru

Location: Liyue

It was a normal day as Aether finished the commissions, bounty, and requests from the people. He's been saving up mora to go to fontaine. He was extremely tired and even worser, Paimon passed out to the heat of the sun and thank archons that he had enough mora to rent out a room for Paimon to sleep in.

He went out and sat on a bench. As if he didn't feel or cared about the heat of the sun, he was sweating. Not even bothering to get some cold water or ice to help him. Later, a figure approached him, and he looked over as the figure was familiar to him. It was you! Oh, how he was overjoyed!

You guys met in Sumeru when him got stuck in some vines while you were traveling. Although you had a good laugh before you could get him out as he pouted. You gave him mora for laughing as an apology. You let him stay at your house and gave them food to eat as Paimon stuffed her face with it.

You decided to travel with him as he was planning to go back to Liyue as you paid all the expenses even though he offered to pay instead. You guys had to separate though for a few weeks because of your business, but now you're back.

You gave him a glass of water with ice as he gulped it down. He thanked you for your kindness as he leaned on your shoulder. He actually caught feelings for you after a few months. You always do commissions for him when he feels tired or injured. You declined small requests from people since some people won't do it themselves.

His heart almost jumped out when you held his hand. He was about to say something until a lady showed up. She kept asking Aether to help her in her house because she needed some cleaning. She still won't budge even when you told her that Aether wasn't available at the moment. Aether was tired, and he was about to apologize and decline, but you snapped.

"Lady, it's literally just some cleaning. Your house is probably not even that big. Stop being so lousy and do it yourself. Or go hire some maid and not a person who's way out of your league."

His heart fluttered when you said that. He slightly grinned. He was startled when you stood up, walking up to the lady.

"And also, don't you try to even take him away from me. He. Belongs. To. Me."

His face was dusted in red blush. He was yours...? He didn't mind though. He was happy. Perhaps you would come with him to find his sister. He thought,

"Ah, Aether. Is the hot weather getting to you? You're face is red"

"N- no! I mean- yes!"

He stuttered as he got flustered. You chuckled and turned around to buy maybe some cold juice for Aether. He looked over to the woman, smirking at the woman. Crossing his arms as he mouthed out,

'He's mine'

The woman stormed off, as Aether smiled at you when he saw you coming towards him. He wrapped his arm with yours and headed to Wangshu Inn where Paimon is probably looking for him.

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Chapter 1: A Shift in Reality

The atmosphere in the once-bright dimension was dark now, weighed down by loss and destruction. Bill Cipher, the once chaotic trickster of the multiverse, found himself pacing in a sterile, brightly lit laboratory. His once vibrant yellow glow had dimmed slightly, his sharp edges softened by the burden of time. But the most glaring change was the glasses resting on his triangular face, a subtle reminder of the scientist he had become. Bill wore a black necktie and a white scientist's cloak, symbolizing his shift in purpose. This was not the reckless, wild Bill who had delighted in chaos. This was a man—or rather, a being—trying to make sense of a world that had fallen apart long ago.

Bill had fled his home dimension after the Euclidean Massacre, the day everything changed. He had survived, but his parents—once proud, powerful entities—had succumbed to madness. They had become ruthless, embodying everything Bill feared he might become. The carnage had been swift, and when it ended, Bill was left standing amidst the destruction. His parents had vanished, but they were no longer his concern. He fled, leaving his past behind, hoping for something better.

That something better came in the form of a strange human scientist—Stanford Pines. In Stanford, Bill found an unlikely companion, a man obsessed with the mysteries of the universe just like he once had been. Together, they sought knowledge and understanding. But as the years went on, cracks began to form in their research partnership, worsened by Stanford’s assistant, Fiddleford McGucket.

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Stanford Pines stormed out of the lab in frustration, his mind racing with anger after yet another argument with Fiddleford. Their work had become tense, too many disagreements over the ethics of their experiments. The cool air of Gravity Falls stung his face as he walked through the woods. It was dusk, and the stars were just beginning to emerge. He found a small comfort in the quiet of the forest, but something weighed heavily on his mind.

As Stanford reached the road, he heard the familiar rumble of an engine. His twin brother, Stanley, was driving down the narrow path. Despite their complicated relationship, Stanford felt a pang of relief seeing Stanley. Perhaps they could talk, maybe even resolve some of their long-standing issues.

But as he stepped onto the road, everything happened too quickly. Stanley hadn’t seen him, and the car struck Stanford with full force. The world spun as the impact sent him crashing onto the pavement. The last thing he heard before everything went black was Stanley's horrified scream.

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Back at the lab, Fiddleford was working on some calculations when Bill Cipher suddenly appeared before him, sensing something was wrong.

"Something's happened to Ford," Bill said, his voice uncharacteristically strained.

Fiddleford looked up, panic flashing across his features. "W-what do you mean? Is he—"

Bill didn’t respond, but they both knew what he was implying. Without another word, the two rushed to the scene, Fiddleford driving, Bill hovering alongside. When they arrived, the sight was devastating: Stanley kneeling beside Stanford's broken body, his hands covered in blood, tears streaming down his face.

"No, no, no, no! Ford! Ford, don’t leave me!" Stanley sobbed, clutching his brother's lifeless form.

Fiddleford’s eyes widened in horror as he approached, but Bill was quiet, his mind already racing. He didn’t have the luxury of grief, not like Stanley. He could see the raw emotion tearing Stanley apart, but Bill’s mind had shifted into cold calculation. Stanford couldn’t just die. Not like this. There had to be a way to fix it.

"Stanley…" Bill's voice was calm, too calm for the moment. "There’s a way to bring him back."

Stanley looked up, tears still streaming down his face. "What are you talking about, Bill? He's gone! He's dead!"

"No," Bill replied, his triangular form floating closer, eyes glowing faintly behind his glasses. "Not if we act fast. We can create a body, a vessel… We can bring him back."

Fiddleford looked at Bill, a flicker of fear crossing his features. "You mean… like the experiments we've been working on?"

Bill nodded. "We have the technology. We can rebuild him. It won’t be the same, but he’ll still be Stanford. A version of him, at least."

Stanley hesitated, looking down at his brother. The thought of losing Ford forever was unbearable. And while Bill’s idea sounded insane, it was also his only hope.

"Do it," Stanley said, his voice shaking but resolute. "Bring him back."

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The next few weeks were a blur of frenzied work. Fiddleford and Bill worked day and night in the lab, stitching together the pieces of what would soon become "Frankenford." Bill’s genius, combined with Fiddleford’s engineering expertise, allowed them to craft a body—one that was strong, durable, and capable of holding Stanford's consciousness.

The process wasn’t perfect, of course. The Stanford that emerged from the operating table wasn’t exactly the same man they had known. His eyes held a strange, eerie glow, and there was something mechanical in the way he moved. But he was alive, or at least, as close to alive as he could be.

And with that, the world of Gravity Falls shifted once again. The years passed, and the town grew accustomed to the oddities that came with it. Frankenford lived, a shadow of the man he once was, but he served as a reminder of the lengths Bill would go to protect those he cared for—those who had become his new family.

Thirty years later, Dipper and Mabel Pines arrived in Gravity Falls, their summer vacation pulling them into a web of mysteries they could never have anticipated. The Mystery Shack, now run by their Great Uncle Stanley, had become a hub of supernatural activity. Stanley, now an older, grizzled man in his 60s, did his best to protect the twins from the darker secrets of the town. But Bill—now affectionately called "Grunkle Bill" by Dipper and Mabel—watched over them as well.

For Bill, the twins were a new opportunity, a new adventure in a world where so much had been lost. He had once been a destroyer, a trickster, but now, in this fractured reality, he had found something worth protecting.

But the past never truly dies, and as the twins dug deeper into the mysteries of Gravity Falls, they would soon uncover secrets that even Bill couldn’t hide forever.

The question lingered: How long could they keep Stanford’s resurrection a secret? And what would happen if the truth ever came out?

Bill’s glasses glinted in the low light of the lab as he watched Dipper and Mabel explore the Shack, a sense of foreboding settling over him. The game had only just begun.

Stanley Pines wiped the sweat from his brow as he stood behind the counter of the Mystery Shack, listening to the incessant chatter of customers. The summer sun poured through the windows, illuminating the eclectic collection of oddities and curiosities that filled the shop. His face bore the marks of time—a few more wrinkles and a little less hair than he’d had decades ago—but his spirit remained indomitable. Stanley prided himself on running a successful business, even if it was in a town riddled with the supernatural.

“So, you want a bottle of Mermando’s Tears, do ya?” Stan said to a wide-eyed tourist, his salesman charm in full effect. “Best thing for a broken heart! Or your money back!” He flashed a grin that could sell ice to a penguin.

As he engaged the customers, Soos and Tate McGucket were hard at work nearby. Soos, the lovable handyman and assistant to Stan, was sweeping the floor, while Tate—Fiddleford’s son—helped by collecting trash and organizing the clutter. Tate had taken on the role of the Shack’s handyman, learning from the best and applying his own flair to the mix.

“Hey, Soos, you ever think about how many weird things are in this place?” Tate asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“Dude, every day! I mean, look at that—” Soos gestured toward a shelf full of peculiar items. “I still can’t believe we have a jar of eyeballs in here.”

Wendy Corduroy entered from the back, rolling her eyes but smiling at the boys. “You two are gonna give Stan a heart attack if you keep asking questions about the weird stuff,” she joked. “Just keep sweeping, and try not to break anything.”

As the trio continued their tasks, Bill Cipher and Fiddleford McGucket were buried deep in their scientific work in the lab, which was a cacophony of beeping machines and swirling lights. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as they fine-tuned the details of their latest creation: Frankenford.

In the other room, Dipper Pines had found himself captivated by the journal he had been reading, the cryptic notes from the mysterious author sparking his curiosity. Mabel sat beside him, flipping through her own stack of colorful papers, occasionally glancing up at her brother, trying to see what caught his attention.

“What’s it say, Dipper?” Mabel asked, peering over his shoulder, her enthusiasm palpable.

“Just some notes about the strange occurrences in Gravity Falls,” Dipper replied, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It seems like there’s a lot we don’t know about this place and—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Mabel’s finger accidentally grazed a bright red button on the control panel in the corner of the lab. A low hum reverberated through the air, and suddenly, the ground seemed to shake.

“Mabel, what did you do?” Dipper exclaimed, his eyes wide with alarm.

“I don’t know! I thought it was a light switch!” she said, her voice rising in pitch.

With a resounding clang, the massive metal doors of the lab slid open, and the dim light inside flickered violently. An electric surge filled the air, followed by a low growl that echoed through the Shack. The shadows danced as a figure began to emerge from the darkness.

Frankenford—standing at a towering 8 feet tall—opened his eyes for the first time, the glow of his gaze piercing through the lab’s haze. The towering figure loomed over Dipper and Mabel, who stood frozen in awe and fear, clutching the journal tightly. His body was a grotesque patchwork of machinery and flesh, cobbled together from the remnants of Stanford Pines’ original form.

Frankenford looked down at the twins, his expression unreadable. Despite the monstrous visage, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories surged through him, flooding his mind with flashes of a life he could barely remember—the car accident, the pain, the feeling of loss.

“Who… are you?” Frankenford asked, his voice deep and resonant, tinged with confusion and curiosity.

Dipper swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “We’re… we’re Dipper and Mabel Pines. Your… your grandnephews,” he stammered, glancing nervously at Mabel.

“Grandnephews?” Frankenford repeated, the words hanging in the air. His towering frame seemed to shimmer with a strange energy. “Stan…ley…”

Suddenly, a look of horror crossed his face as fragmented memories collided in his mind. He could see Stanley’s car, feel the impact, the jarring pain. He was acutely aware of the presence of his brother, the guilt, the love, and the anger.

“Stanley…” he murmured again, a wave of realization crashing over him. “Is he… is he alive?”

Mabel, sensing the turmoil within the creature before her, stepped forward cautiously. “Yeah, Grunkle Stan is still around. He runs the Mystery Shack now!” she said, her voice softening. “He’s really worried about you.”

Frankenford’s mechanical eyes flickered as he processed the information. “Worried… about me?” His voice wavered, a hint of vulnerability breaking through the monstrous exterior.

Dipper nodded, his heart racing. “Yeah. We all are. We want to help you. You’re still Stanford, right? You’re not just… a monster.”

Frankenford’s mind raced. In that moment, he wasn’t just a collection of parts or a failed experiment; he was a person, a brother, a part of a family. Memories of laughter, arguments, and shared moments with Stanley flooded back, bringing with them the hope that maybe—just maybe—he could find his way back.

“Stanley…” he repeated, feeling a surge of determination. “Take me to him.”

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Meanwhile, in the shop, Stanley had finished with the customer, his attention drawn to the commotion coming from the lab. He frowned, sensing that something was off.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” he shouted, making his way toward the sounds of chaos. He pushed the door open, the sight before him causing his heart to race.

Standing in the lab was the giant form of Frankenford, towering over Dipper and Mabel, his eyes locked onto Stan’s face. Time seemed to freeze as they stood there, both brothers finally facing each other after so many years apart.

“Ford?” Stan breathed, disbelief coloring his voice.

Frankenford turned his gaze to Stanley, a mix of longing and confusion swirling in the air between them. “Stanley,” he said, his voice trembling, echoing with the weight of lost years. “It’s me.”

Stanley’s heart swelled with a mixture of joy and sorrow. “Ford, I thought I lost you…”

In that moment, the years of separation, regret, and pain faded away, leaving only the bond of brotherhood—one that transcended life and death, science and madness. It was the beginning of a new chapter, and as they stood together, the world around them faded, leaving only the promise of reunion and healing in their wake.

Frankenford’s towering figure loomed over Stanley, who stood rooted to the spot, his heart pounding in his chest. There was a moment of silence between them, each brother grappling with the profound implications of their reunion.

Frankenford broke the stillness, his voice steady but filled with uncertainty. “Where… where are we, Stanley? What year is it?” His brow furrowed, the patchwork of his face shifting as he spoke, struggling to comprehend his situation.

Stanley took a deep breath, attempting to steady the flood of emotions crashing over him. “It’s… it’s 2013, Ford,” he said slowly. “We’ve been apart for decades. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Frankenford blinked, processing the information. “2013…” He looked around the lab, taking in the strange machines, the brightly colored gadgets, and the frantic energy of the place. “And you—” he continued, eyes narrowing slightly, “you’ve aged, Stan. You’re old.”

“Yeah, well, time hasn’t been exactly kind,” Stan replied, attempting to deflect the emotional weight of the moment with humor, though his eyes shimmered with tears. “I missed you, brother. I thought I had lost you that day… in the accident.”

Frankenford nodded slowly, memories flooding back—snippets of laughter, arguments about the silliest things, and finally, the crash that had torn them apart. His gaze shifted toward the lab, where Bill Cipher and Fiddleford McGucket were standing nearby, both of them watching the reunion with a mix of intrigue and caution.

“Bill…” Frankenford said, recognition dawning on him as he recalled the name. “You’re Bill Cipher. What are you doing here?”

Bill, standing with his hands in the pockets of his lab coat, shrugged, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Well, let’s just say I’ve made a few… adjustments to my career path. Can’t let a good brain go to waste, right?” His voice held a playful tone, but there was a hint of something deeper beneath it—a flicker of respect for the science that had resurrected Stanford.

Fiddleford stepped forward, his old eyes glinting with excitement. “We’ve been working together for years, Ford! You were… well, you were a little different when we put you back together, but we always knew you were in there. We just had to figure out how to bring you back.”

Frankenford’s gaze shifted between Bill and Fiddleford, realization washing over him. “So you’re both responsible for… this?” He gestured to his body, a mixture of flesh and machinery, still struggling to reconcile the sight of himself with the memories of who he once was.

Bill nodded, his tone becoming serious. “We needed to get you back, Stanford. You were one of the brightest minds I’d ever encountered. Losing you wasn’t an option for me.”

Frankenford’s mind raced. “But why? Why go through all of this?”

Stanley interjected, a protective edge in his voice. “Because he cared, Ford! Bill may be a trickster, but he’s also… well, he’s family now, in a way. We’ve all been through so much together.”

A flicker of understanding crossed Frankenford’s features. “Family…” he repeated, glancing at the twins and then back to Bill and Fiddleford. “All of you… you’ve built something here. A new family.”

“Yes,” Bill said, his tone softening slightly. “In a way, we’re all a bit broken, but we’ve learned to piece ourselves back together.”

Frankenford took a moment to absorb this, the weight of his new reality settling in. “But I don’t understand. If it’s 2013, what happened in the years I was gone? What have I missed?”

Stanley’s expression grew solemn. “So much, Ford. The world changed while you were… away. Gravity Falls became a hotbed for supernatural events, mysteries piled on top of mysteries. But more than that, our family… it’s changed. You’ll need to get to know everyone again.”

Dipper and Mabel exchanged glances, sensing the gravity of the moment. “We’re here to help you remember, Grunkle Ford,” Mabel said, her voice full of determination. “We want to hear your stories, to learn about your life before… well, before everything happened.”

Frankenford nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spreading in his chest at the kindness of the twins. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I may not remember everything right now, but I want to understand. I want to be part of this family.”

“Good,” Stan said, a proud smile breaking through the worry etched on his face. “Because we need you, Ford. And it’s time we faced whatever else is lurking out there together.”

Just then, the lights in the lab flickered ominously, drawing everyone’s attention. Bill’s expression shifted as he sensed a disturbance. “Uh-oh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Seems like the universe isn’t quite done with us yet.”

The atmosphere thickened with tension, a familiar unease creeping into the room. Fiddleford grabbed his tools, ready for anything. “What do you mean, Bill?”

Bill’s eyes narrowed, a glimmer of mischief returning to his demeanor. “Let’s just say we may have a few… old friends coming to visit. And they won’t be bringing gifts.”

Frankenford straightened, newfound determination igniting within him. “Then let’s face them together,” he declared, the edges of his patched body humming with energy. “If I’m going to be back in this world, I’ll protect my family. I won’t let anything tear us apart again.”

Dipper and Mabel nodded in unison, their excitement bubbling over. “We’ve got your back, Grunkle Ford!”

Stanley clasped his brother’s shoulder, a gesture of solidarity. “We’ll figure this out, Ford. Together.”

As the lab hummed with energy and the promise of the challenges ahead, the Pines family—now expanded to include Bill, Fiddleford, and the twins—stood united, ready to face whatever mysteries Gravity Falls had in store for them.

With a final nod, Frankenford stepped forward, a sense of purpose igniting his spirit. The chaos that awaited them felt less daunting with the strength of their newfound family beside him. Together, they would embrace the unknown and reclaim what had been lost.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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wgwingguns · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3: The Wrath of a Woman

Powers: (Y/n) has powers of the Sut Sut No Mi. The Step Step Fruit. Which allows the user to walk on any surface and in mid air. Summary: (Y/n) Shristi also known as Captain Brig, a well known underground shipwright, has her own huge ship that harbors up to 8 other ships in docks that allow’s her crew to fix up other pirate ships that are in need of fixing or upgrades. (Y/n) who was a student under Dr Vegapunk for 8 years, after a tragic incident that caused her to lose both arms and legs. Dr Vegapunk took her in, gave her arms and legs prosthetics to allow the girl to walk and still be an adventurous teen, there (Y/n) learned and became a brilliant scientist and inventor. Back to the present where her mighty ship and mighty crew full of shipwrights, come across two struggling men in the sea, and then a whole crew and their ship split in half and in parts of their beloved vessel floating in the ocean…The Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates…How strange. Note: So this is after Law and Bepo escape Blackbeard, and Kid and his crew is fucking decimated from Shanks. Enjoy lovelies!! This is def not following the canon events- WC: 3.5k

“(Y/n)! Please hold still, you know what could happen while you move while I’m trying to get your nerves connected!” Lilith would scowl at (Y/n). There she laid on the operating table grumbling softly as Lilith worked on her right arm trying to make sure that the nerves could connect to the metal arm, so finally she could have feeling and control of arms better. “Thank you Brig..” she would sigh as she would finally get the last wire connected and suddenly pain would shoot through her right arm. Brig leaning forward and gasping heavily, her metal arm now connected to her nerves clenching and tearing into the bed below her.

The world was spinning, a high ringing in her ears. “T-To loud!” (Y/n) would let out a broken scream of a sob. Her shaky legs moving as her stilted feet would be placed on the ground as she would try to stand. Her eyes shook as the world continued to spin.

“(Y/n)! PLEASE! You need to sit down!” Lilith would yell, quickly making it to her side trying to get her to sit back down. But suddenly (Y/n) would hunch over puking, everything that she had eaten that day gone from her stomach. “S-Shit! Dr! BRIG ISNT LISTENING GET IN HERE!” Lilith would yell for Dr. Vegapunk the man himself. With that the man himself would run in quickly trying to calm down (Y/n).

(Y/n)’s breathing heavy as she cried out, nose and mouth covered in puke. Suddenly the world would fade into black as she would pass out in Lilith’s and Vegapunk’s arms, as they would quickly lay back onto the table.

“Damnit Lilith! I told you to put her to sleep while she does it!” The dr would yell looking over at Lilith with rage and concern in his eyes.

“She said she could handle it! I felt bad about putting her under when she didnt want to be put under!” Lilith would yell back. The body of (Y/n) passed out on the table, finally the soft yellow glow emitting from her arm.

(Y/n) ontop of the huge cannon smiling wickedly. “Alrighty boys girls and nonbinary hoes! LETS LIGHT SHIT UP!” she would scream and with that the whole crew would scream in roars of glee and joy. Kid’s eyes were wide at the sight of this huge cannon that (Y/n) stood upon. Law’s eyes even wider already knowing that this cannon would do some good damage to the marine’s ships.

With that, both Yael and Angus would quickly step forward jumping over the railing to also land ontop of the cannon with Captain Brig. Only a bloodthirsty look on (Y/n)’s face as she stared down the marine ships. In the distance, distant booms sounded as cannonballs were being fired at the Shipwright’s Brig. WIth a quick spring of her legs, (Y/n) would take to the air quickly running, the thrusters on the back of her calves coming to life, as her speed built up quickly.

A cannonball nearing towards her, but with a quick movement, turning herself away and onto her side, putting her foot out, the cannonball would make contact and with a bright flash from her calves, the cannonball is sent back even faster back at the marines. Then in the distance the marine ship in the middle, there’s a loud explosion as a huge cloud of smoke emits from the front of the sinker. “Good one Brig!” Yael would smile as it seemed like she was working on the cannon with Angus, seemingly getting it fired up and ready.

Falling back down towards the ship she would land on the side of the mast, crouched as she looked up over at the marines seeing the damage she did, the wicked smile on her face growing even more. “READY THE CANNONS AND WALL SHIELDS!” (Y/n) would bark orders down at the crew. A man close to Kid would smile looking at him.

“Alrighty! When I tell you to pull that lever that you are infront of, pull it!” the man with a woman loading up a cannon. Kid would nod his head lookin at the lever before him before looking back at the man ready to pull it when he says so. A few cannonballs nearing the side of the ship that kid was on and the man would scream at kid to pull the lever now. Kid quickly grabbed the lever and pulled it, the sound of rumbles would come from his feet and infront of him, as suddenly a large thick sheet of metal would quickly shoot out, reclining backwards and then sending the cannonballs back and splashing into the water. Kid’s eyes wided upon seeing this mechanism. It was fucking bloody brilliant. Kid couldn’t help but let out a joyous belly gut laugh.

Brig’s eyes looking down at Kid and smirking upon seeing his reaction to their defense mechanism on their ship. The ship, full speed now heading towards the marines. All the smaller cannons pointed towards the marine ships on the left and right, then firing, with the help of Killer, WIre, and Heat. The huge series of cannonballs firing at the marines, most of them hitting the marine ships, explosions seen from where they were, the mast of the left marine ship, crumbling and falling over, causing the ship to tilt and start to sink slowly. “ONE DOWN! TWO TO GO!” Brig would laugh hopping down from where she was on the side of the mast back onto the cannon, now crouched in a feral position, that wicked smile of hers still not gone.

To be honest, she loved death. She loved hearing the cries of men in the distance as their ship began to sink, the men trying to board onto another ship but failing. Her sharp eyes staring down and watching men sink and drown. Oh how she could just have an orgasm from that. “AGAIN! GET THOSE CANNONS LOADED FASTER! WATCH OUT FOR MORE INCOMING FIRE!” she would bark. Law couldn’t help but watch as the crew swiftly got ready for the next firing of their cannons, and effortlessly listened to Captain Brig. A fire in every single crewmate’s eyes as they fought for their home, their ship, for their Captain.

In the distance more booms rang across the sky, and the series of cannonballs were headed towards them, and with quick thinking, multiple of the thick metal sheet walls would pop up, reclining backwards and sending the cannonballs back, some hitting the marine ships, and some hitting into the water. A loud crack would fill the air as one of the barrier walls would snap and start falling down towards the crew, but with quick thinking Kid using his devil fruit powers, would catch the large sheet of metal before landing and squashing any poor crewmates.

Kid smirking a sinister smile, and with a strong wave of his flesh hand, the sheet of metal would go flying towards the right marine ship, hitting it on the base, causing loud cracks and slowly it began to sink. “GOOD ONE KID!” Angus would laugh as he continued to work on the large cannon with Yael.

“Alright! Time to wipe these fuckers!” Brig would smile as Yael and Angus would back away giving her a thumbs up. Suddenly Brig's yellow and blue eyes would move, the lines in her eyes moving as she would coordinate calculations, slowly the cannon moving to point towards the last standing marine ship. With a quick nod of her head, her glasses would fall down into place over her eyes and nose, Brig placing her hands on the cannon crouched down. The sounds of her arms doing a cling, as her arms adjust, the metal moving and letting out smoke, and with a quick flash from her hands the cannon would fire, a loud boom and causing the whole ship to jolt a bit. (Y/n)’s whole body would jolt with the cannon but staying tightly in place. That wilde crazed smile would widen even more seeing the whole marine ship before them explode up in smoke and flames. The Shipwright’s crew let out victorious roars seeing the last ship go down.

Kid’s and Killer’s eyes were just wide upon seeing such a strong cannon, that only they can assume that (Y/n) had built this weapon. Brig’s arms would make a cling sound again as steam and smoke is emitted from her arms and legs. Standing at full her covered eyes stared down where the Maine ships went down, that sick sadistic smile still plastered on her face.

Law could only just stare before his eyes would look over landing on (Y/n). Why was she killing these Marines in such a brutal way? That sadistic smile hides something deep. That smile was of nothing full of pleasure or want. It was a need, the need for death. Seeing her stand fully upright once again she would roll her head side to side a few joints popping as she did. The stress more evidently seen in her shoulders, being on top of a huge cannon that jolts the whole ship, can definitely cause irritation and discomfort to one's body.

The Shipwright’s Brig now nearing the sunken marine ships, dead bodies floating, pieces of wood, the sails slowly being brought down into the depths of the water. (Y/n) on top of the cannon looked down until she would growl lowly, moving and landing on the side of the ship and grabbing w struggling body and throwing it up onto the deck. It was a young marine man, still alive but heavily injured. Severe burns across his body, his pale skin almost practically black due to almost being burnt alive. Brig climbing back into the deck would approach the struggling marine who was all but crying. Brig would kneel down still towering over this man looking down at him.

Pushing up her sunglasses to her forehead with a single metal clawed finger, her intense orange and blue eyes stared down at the man. “So boy,” she spat with venom “tell me! What's the latest news in the Marines?” she would smile, grabbing the man's head resulting in the man screeching out in pain. “Oh hush now! Tell me and we can get this done and over with!” The man would cry, tears leaving his eyes as he would weakly look up at (Y/n) with burnt crusted eyelids.

“B-besides the f-four new emperors of the sea, B-Buggy the clown! B-Buggy the clown made the cross guild with the Mihawk-hawk and C-Crocodile!” The man would cry out trying to lift his broken arm to get the strong Captain's hold off his head, but to no avail. “A-and.. T-The Sea S-Snake has k-killed another few Marines… “ the man's words would start to falter as his life was slipping.

The large she-captain would roll her eyes looking down at the man, as slowly his life began to leave his eyes. His breathing erratic as suddenly his breathing stopped fully. “Wonderful news… “ she would stand, dragging the man by his head to the side railing of the ship and tossing him overboard into the great waters of the Grand Line.

Kid’s and Law's crew stood silent as they watched the scene that had unfolded before them. This woman was vicious but playful. What a dangerous type of woman to ever exsist. “Anyways! Tonight my ladies and gentlemen and non-binary hoes! WE CELEBRATE!” the crew would let out another victorious cry out, cheering, wooping, claps, and some of the shipwrights high-fiving one another.

It was like she said. A party would be held and the whole galley was full of everyone partying, eating, and drinking happily. Even the kitchen workers are out and about partying happily. (Y/n) was even there for once sitting at a table at the base of the stairs where the most trusted people of the ship sat with her drinking. Yael, Angus, the commander in charge of supplies, 2 commanders in charge of the shipwright’s, and finally Umai and the head chef, Metto. All 8 of them sat at the table laughing loudly at one another, yelling at one another in a drunk stupor.

Brig’s head would turn to Kid and his commanders. “OI! You fucking brutes get your asses over here!” she would laugh, a red tint to her cheeks showing that the alcohol deffinently making her incredibly drunk. Kid would roll his eyes and make his way over with his commanders and sit down next to the Shipwright commanders and (Y/n). “Not gonna lie. Yall did great out there today! Had me fuckin’ impressed with that devil fruit powers of yers’, throwing that metal sheet at the marines and watching them fuckin’ panic was fuckin’ GREAT.” she would roar laughing, hunching over a bit as while slamming her fist down against the table.

Kid couldn’t help but let that smug smirk be placed on his lips. “Well, it's what the fucking bastards deserve.” Brig would nod, smiling and motioning to some empty chairs.

“Sit you fuckin’ wanks, celebrate drink, relax have fun!” (Y/n)’s pale yellow and blue eyes would stare down Kid, but instead of the bitchy snark look she gave, it was a true look of gratefulness. Kid would instantly take the offer sitting down next to the larger male Angus, while Killer sat next to him but also next to Umai. Umai having a straw going up under her mask sipping her drink happily. Heat and Wire would sit next to Yael and (Y/n). “Where the fuck is your bud, Laaawww?” (Y/n) would quip looking dead first into Kid's eyes once again.

“From what I've heard, he's not one for crowded areas.” Killer would speak for Kid, not really wanting Kid just to speak shit about Law. The she-captain would simply nod her head, raising her whiskey bottle to her lips and taking a sip before setting it back down letting out a soft hum while feeling that nice smooth burning sensation down her throat.

“Understandable, knowing that man and his background.” (Y/n) would lean back into her chair kicking her stilted bionic feet up resting them on top of the table, raising her hands behind her head to rest them there. “So small chat, what the Marine said.” All the commanders and guests at the table, eyes would snap to the serious looking bionic female's face. “The Crossguild is something we could look into for needed supplies. Maybe we can make ourselves look like a small business to buy shit from them, worth a fucking shot.” Upon hearing the serious tone from his captain, Angus would nod his head noting what he needed to do tomorrow adding it on to his normal task list as well. “Now the Sea Snake? Damn, is she getting good at her job.”

Kid would raise an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. “Who the fuck is Sea Snake?”

Yael would simply smirk “Supposedly, a marine gone mad, killing Marines as well. Takes parts of the commander's navy jackets and adds them to her own jacket that is FULL them.” Yael would cackle. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile, shaking her head at Yale's words. Though this Sea Snake was interesting to say the least to Kid and his commanders. “BUUTT, that's what people say. We can only go off by what they say. We normally stay on the ship for months before docking again. Then to add on, with how well we stay hidden we hardly hear news of the world and what's going on.” Yael would sigh, grabbing her large mug of ale and chugging a bit of it before setting it back down.

“Yael is right.” Angus would speak gruffly looking over at Kid and Killer next to him. “Hope you guys are used to being out at sea for a while. Might be a while before we can dock again.” Kid's and Killer's attention on Angus he spoke to them.

Kid would simply just nod his head rolling his eyes. “We normally fucking are.” Angus would smile nodding his head mumbling a soft ‘good’ under his breath. (Y/n)’s face now relaxed and calmed, all was on her face was a smile and closed eyes. Kid's eyes trailed over her metal stilted feet and legs, including her arms too. The work and details into the prosthetics was insane. Better than any work he's seen before. How exactly did she make them work the way she wanted to? It definitely wasn't her devil fruit powers. He himself has to use his devil fruit powers to make his metal arm, stay together, and to move and function. So how?

“So…Captain Brig. How the fuck do you work your metal prosthetics?” Kid's intense amber eyes would stare at the female before him who seemed completely relaxed. Slowly her right eye would open showing the pale orange eyes with a cross-air staring back at him. A smirk rising to her lips.

“That is a wonderful question, Captain Kid” she would slowly sit up, setting her right foot down to the ground. Reaching forward with her metal hands, pulling up her left pant leg all the way up to her upper knee. It would show where her metal leg ends at a thick metal part connecting to her actual flesh right below the knee. Her fingers would press into some button on the back of the metal band and with a soft hiss and crunch, she would twist and pull her metal leg off. Setting it on the table before Kid and pushing it towards him. Kid's eyes wide with wonder. As he would reach forward grabbing the leg and holding it up to his face looking over the fine details of metals, wires, and engravings. Kid's eyes then flick back up to the metal part ending at her left leg.

“So can you take that shit off too?” Kid would look at where the leg connects to a socket and wires that are partially sticking out ready for connection again.

“Nope!” She would pop the P.

“Why the fuck not?” Kid's eyes meeting hers once again, the metal stilted leg in his hands still.

“It's kinda hard to remove a metal plate that's connected to my skin tissue, muscles, veins, nerves, and bone.” She would smirk. Kid's eyes would widen as his eyes would look back at the metal plate stump. “pretty much is keeping me able to control my leg as if it was a real one. But if I have it connected, wherever anyone touches it will send the familiar feeling of being touched to my senses, so pretty much it is my real leg but not. The same goes for my arms.” She would shrug her shoulders, arms crossed across her chest.

Kid would grumble, setting the leg back down onto the table and pushing it back to her. Once the metal prosthetic leg was close to her stump, the wires from the leg would reach out connecting to her stump, pulling it together and with the same hiss but pop this time, her leg back in place. The yellow lights came back to life as she would move her leg with ease off the table. “Did.. Did you fucking make these?” Kid's eyes pretty much staring daggers at her. She would nod her head.

“I did, but these aren't my first pair. This is my 10th pair. My first pair was made by the man who taught me everything. My third pair was from the same man and some of his people, who managed to figure out how to connect it to my body, so I could move it more freely and feel things again since I was robbed of that pretty young.” She would grumble. “But after the first five he provided me, at that point I had already started to learn what I needed to do to make them and the knowledge. It's just been upgrades one after another and getting better with each one. So I have a few different types of feet stilts, just feet that I use for combat or being docked at a town. Then I have different types of arms and hands. Like the CLAW or the BRUTE. Claw is a hand that's able to heat up and be able to cut through anything and do some serious damage. The Brute allows me to punch faster and harder with thrusters on the back of the hand.” She would pick up her drink once again, taking a few greedy gulps of it before setting it back down.

Heat's and Wire's attention was now strictly on (Y/n) upon hearing what she said. Being robbed of it while young? Her arms and legs? Man was that just fucked up. “But that's a story you all don't need to hear. Anyways! Party time!” she would laugh standing up and raising her glass to the air and the whole galley filled with everyone lifting their mugs cheering loudly in unison.

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CHARLES XAVIER X OC pt.3

PROLOGUE III

Another three years went by. I was getting angry nearly every day now. Maxine's daughter hadn't been to visitation day in months, the rest of my family were visiting less and less. My 18th birthday came and went and I was not admitted. Nothing happened for my 19th or my 20th. Nothing was happening. By then i had lost hope entirely. I could feel myself slipping. After that day where I had nearly killed the volunteer Shaw took me as his own little project. He kept me all hours of the night at times. I would throw fits and try to lunge at Shaw, I was completely blinded by rage towards him and often tried to use my powers on him, to do something, anything to him. I just wanted him to hurt the way he was making me hurt.

They blamed it on my loss of control on my mutation. I didn't care anymore, I would lash out and only when the thought of tearing him limb from limb flashed across my crazed mind would I snap back into reality. After going at him several times, only ever getting to the point of nosebleeds and short term suffocation, they began putting a shock collar on me any time I was near him, so that they would be able to do any actual harm. Nevertheless my hostility towards the scientists only grew. Which was why my parents visited less. Shaw had notified them of my condition and warned them against seeing me so often. This only made me even more livid.

“You don't look so good.” Ellie said. She was the only one who came to this visitation day. She had turned 18 just a couple months ago. I wished I could have been there. She pointed at the dark circles under my eyes. My hair was down past my shoulder blades now, the ends dead and dry. The whole of it was tangled and ruffled.

“I haven't been sleeping much.” I said. I didn't want to worry her and tell her about the doctors keeping me all night nearly every day now. “Just jitters I guess.”

“May, are you ok?” she asked, taking my hand “you know that you don't have to stay here. I could try and get you out. Mom and Dad wouldn't be happy but they'd get over it.”

“You know better Ellie. They wouldn't let me come home.” Ellie frowned and looked away.

My parents had unofficially given up hope just as much as I had. They hadn't said so but it seemed clear that they didnt think I would be able to get rid of my mutation, especially with the tantrums i had been throwing. The last time they had visited, which was months before, had seemed very much like goodbye.

Somehow things were worse for lou. I could barely recognize her these days. Her eyes were sunken and her long shiny black hair seemed dull and thin. Her stripes stood out even starker against her skin that was going yellow from her poor health. She didn't eat much, didn't speak much. Any time I saw her my gut twisted with worry.

Lou's mother didnt contact her ever again after that day a year ago. She had received notice though that her mother had moved across the country and would not be returning. She kept her head up for a little but could only pretend for so long.

Recently kids had been dying. Mostly from surgeries, sometimes some kid would find an innovative new way to kill themself. Things were most definitely not happy, if they ever were.

The scientist had been testing out different things on the kids, electricity was a trend but there were other things like pouring water up peoples noses while they hung upside down instead of a shock when they used their powers.

Lou came into the room looking much better than she normally did.

“What's going on?” I immediately asked, knowing something was up.

“Doctor Schmidt says he knows how to fix me.” she said, I almost saw her smile. My heart broke. I knew he was lying. He always said this. I used to always believe him but then i learned. Seeing the almost smile on Lou's face I couldn't bear to tell her it wasnt gonna work. A little part of me maybe hoped she was right. That maybe he did know how to fix her this time

“That's amazing” I said and went out to hug her. She was thinner than she used to be, I could feel her shoulder blades poke out as she reached around to hug me back.

The next day at breakfast I waited for Lou but she didn't come. “Doctor Harrison?” I asked one of the scientists in the halls “Where is Lou?"

“Didn't you hear? She's having her corrective surgery today. She's in the surgical room, I believe they start in an hour or so.” she said to me

My heart stopped. Surgeries were a big no. I thought lou knew this. They never work. A kid is lucky if they do mutation corrective surgery and return with a fucked body but with their life intact. I thanked Doctor Harrison before running off to the Medical hall. I peaked in each of the windows, she should have still been in consultation with an hour to go. Once I spotted her, I noticed Shaw in the seat across from her holding out a chart where he pointed at parts of a body chart where I assumed they would be cutting her open. He then pulled up a photograph of a brain and pointed at different sections with his pen. Lou swallowed but nodded at him. After that he pulled out the form. Surprisingly, these surgeries were completely consensual, only kids who were desperate to be rid of their mutation and go home ever consented but that was unfortunately common. Either that or they just didn't care if they lived or not, they thought they'd give it at least one more shot and if they didn't make it then oh well. Apparently Lou was at this point. Shaw handed her the pen he had been using to point at where they would be cutting, so that she could sign the consent form. I leaned on the door and pushed it open with a loud bang.

“Lou!” I yelled at her. She whipped towards me confused. Doctor Shaw stood and came forward to push me out. “Lou don't! You know it wont work! You'll die!” I screamed. Her face crumpled as Shaw yelled at me to leave.

“Lou, just sign the papers,” another doctor said to her. She looked over to him, scared and unsure. I pushed against Shaw and used my powers to push him against the far wall, away from me. Lou took the pen and placed it against the paper. My other hand came up to use my powers on her arm. Shaw was gasping against the wall but I couldn't care less.

Lou looked at me with an angry expression that surprised me. I had never seen Lou angry before. I was the angry one, she was the sad one, the desperate one. Now that was me, and she was angry.

“You promised you would never use your powers on me.” she scowled. My mind flashed to when I first met her, it was brief and didn't seem trivial but I remember clearly. I had promised. “Please lou, I don't want to lose you.”

“ I don't care anymore, May. I'm sorry I just don't care about anything. I need it gone or I need to be gone.” she said. Her voice did not waver like mine did. Tears slipped down my cheeks

“Now let me go,” she said firmly.

Finally, hesitantly I let her go. She took a deep breath before signing the papers. I let Shaw slip down the wall, he gasped for air. Lou stood from her seat and pushed passed me out the door into the hall. My hands dropped and my mind reeled again. Snot and tears slipped down my face and I stood jaw slack.

Before I knew it I was back in bed. Still, tears sliding down my face. I knew the surgery would last over night but I also knew that Lou would not survive. That when she had pushed into the hall was the last time I would ever see her. I cried all night. Thinking about how stupid everything was. Why was I even there? Nothing was even working, I realized that the only reason I hadn't tried to leave was because of lou. With that thought I cried even more until the sun came up and I closed my eyes and let myself slip away.

The next morning they told me Lou hadn't made it. The parts of her brain that Had been cut out had caused her entire system to shut down. I thought of how maybe if I had tried I could have reached out and felt her blood as it stopped. Maybe I could have tried to help her even though I was nowhere near her. I didn't have any water in me left to cry so I only sat in bed and refused to go to my appointments. The day passed in a blink. It felt like it had only been an hour by the time the sun was setting again. I felt sick to my stomach and numb all over. The only thing that kept me sane was the plans I had to leave in the next few days. I would have to figure out a way out but I could do it. Especially now that I knew I could use my powers on two people at once.

The next day Schmidt visited me. On any other day I would have attacked him. I would have been so angry I could have killed him. All that was left inside me was grief.

“I know that you won't be staying here after this.” he said as he sat down on lous bed across from mine. “But I can't just let you go can I.”

This did cause a small spark of anger in me that if anything I was relieved to feel

“I have… a proposition. I'm no longer going to be working on these kids.”

I looked up in confusion. What about the kids who still hoped for a cure. Some kids didn't have a home to go to. Without shaw they would be left on the streets and in danger.

“I want you to come with me.” He said

“What are you talking about? What about all the kids here?” I asked. He moved from off the bed to kneel closer to me. I shrank back from him as he put his hands half way up my thighs

“They don't matter.The truth is may, this experiment wasn't for me to get rid of your powers, it was to find who was the most powerful. You have exceeded expectations in every regard. You could be very useful to me. Why don't you let me put your deformities to use huh? Since you can't get rid of them you could at least be helpful in this way.”

I choked on shock. All of this was for nothing. I had been scammed out of so many years of my life and all I had been given in return was pain and trauma. Lou had died, and for what? They weren't even trying to fix her?

“What?” I spat “Lou, she… she died and why?”

“We were testing something on her, trying to enhance her powers. We wanted to know if we could find the source of her mutation and if we could possibly add more powers to her already existing one. She was promising, her mind was willing for just about anything to make her worth something, she was the most likely to be receptive to the surgery.” He looked down. “It's a shame that it went wrong.”

I wasn't as angry as I would usually be. I wished I was angry instead I was just hurt and defeated. So many people were here in hopes that they would get better, and the whole thing was a big lie. People had died here. My stomach lurched again.

“May, my offer…?

My mind wandered to my family. Although Ellie loved me she could not take on the responsibility of me if I went back to them. I couldn't rob her of a normal life. And what would I do if I couldn't go back to them? Would I live on the streets like the rest of the children here would be forced to do?

“I can't even do that much, I can only hold people for a little bit and after that it hurts too much.” an excuse. I was pulling at straws, trying to convince him not to make me decide

‘It'll go away, and we can train you. I have a hunch that your abilities go beyond what we've been able to explore here. Think of all the good you could do! You don't want to waste your potential do you?”

I thought for a moment. This was all too much. I couldn't think straight. I didn't want to make a mistake that I would regret. Something in my stomach lurched. Looking down at my hands I swallowed and held back my tears. He probably did this on purpose. Do it while my grief is still fresh so that I wouldn't be able to think clearly. Little did he know the freshness of Lou’s death was the one thing keeping me thinking clearly. If he had asked me these things a week ago I would have been so furious that I would have gone into a fit of rage and need to be detained again. But somehow I could see myself going with him. I was so sick of being in this stupid institution that I might have gone with him with the hopes of reversing years of trauma and uncertainty. He could teach me how to use my powers. But then I knew better. Schmitd had been part of the reason Lou was dead now and I wouldn't go with him no matter how desperate I was. I realized that going with Schmidt meant I would be trading one prison for another. Something I don't think I could do again. I had spent more than four years here. From 14 to 18, would it be smart to go for who knows how long with someone who said he'd help me but didn't even know what I was doing this whole time. This whole thing had felt like a hoax and I felt like vomiting when the truth of that statement was suddenly confirmed.

“Well?” Schmidt interrupted my thoughts. His eyes were earnest. He really did want me to come and that made my response all the more satisfying.

“No.”

Schmidt stumbled. His mouth opened and closed once or twice before he took his hand off my leg and stood up. His arms folded and a look came over his face.

“I'm going to ask you to reconsider.”

“No.” I said again “There is absolutely zero chance of me changing my mind.”

He shook his head and looked out the window in the door towards the hall briefly before sighing and saying “ok.”

Ok?? I was confused. I thought he would put up more of a fight than that. I thought he would at least try and convince me even if I said he couldn't. He was smarter than trying to force me to though. He knew I could kill him if I wanted and he wouldn't put it above me. I wouldn't either. There had been many times when I'd thought of killing him. But he just turned and left the room quietly. I sat there for a while, shocked, but grateful. I felt like for the first time I had made a choice for myself and people had actually listened to me. I almost cried. It felt so good. The next day I would leave this all behind me. I would be free to make my own choices. I could use my powers when I wanted. I could try and see what new things I could do without Shaws or anyone's help.

I laid down that night in bed feeling more hope for the future than I ever had. Suddenly my life was about more than my mutation and getting rid of it. It could be about anything I wanted.

I awoke to voices in my room and someone lifting me out of bed. My eyes shot open only to be met by a bright light that disoriented me. I felt the blood of at least 5 different people in the room and I tried to reach for them all to stop moving so that I could make sense of everything but nothing happened since I was so underprepared. The cold hard metal of my shock collar encased my neck. Then I knew what was happening. I screamed and focused on the arms of the people closest to me. They froze but the collar was already clamped shut. I pushed those people back and shot out of bed, eyes crazed and flying wildly at the shadows in my room. Suddenly the shock went off. A shock stronger than I had ever experienced before. My muscles failed and I fell to my knees and seized up my entire body jerking. I couldn't breathe, the immense pain taking my breath away. Sweat formed on my face and trickled down my neck. The shock collar started burning up around my neck and if I had not been completely out of control of my body I would have clawed at it as it seared my skin. Steam rose from my neck as my sweat dripped on the blistering metal. Suddenly the shock stopped and I fell to the ground gasping and eyes rolling.

Schmidt stepped forward. The light shone on him showed the lines on his face and lit up his eyes. He looked like a maniac, with murder in his eyes he crouched down next to me.

“You are coming with me and because of me you will finally be useful to society. Grab her”

The next thing I knew I was being scooped up and supported by both my arms by two figures who I'd never seen before, too weak to fight back or use my powers. My feet dragged behind me as my head lolled and soon I blacked out, unable to stay conscious.

FINALLY WERE DONE WITH PROLOGUE!! IT WAS MORE DETAILED THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO BE BUT OH WELL!! Sorry for literally giving you SO MUCH to read

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