#mentions of death
Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck are being watched over by their pseudo aunt and watch her as she cleans their house boat with magic. The three boys get curious about the magic and want to learn more. Their aunt wishes them for them to understand the dangers of magic and appreciate the wonders.
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Warnings: Mentions of deaths, a graveyard
Word Count: 2935
“Wow Auntie! You can use magic so easily!” The red hat-wearing triplet exclaimed as his brothers and self watched their pseudo aunt easily cleaned the houseboat with only a few swishes of her wand. “How does it work?”
“Huey, not everything is super scientific.” The triplet wearing his trademark green sweater told his brother.
“Now now Louie, no need to say that. Even magic has a science to it.” Their aunt spoke, as the couch was set back into place. “And as for your question Huey, it all depends on the kind of magic I use.” She swished her wand again and the boys watched as that old stain on the counter left of the stove vanished away.
“The kind of magic?” The blue clothed triplet asked while a mop sprung up and started doing its job on the small kitchen floor.
“Yes kind of magic Dewey. By kind, I mean the universe in which this magic comes from. The magic I am using right now stems from a universe where the magical world is completely shut off from the mundane.” The dishes were starting to wash themselves and laundry was quickly being folded up. “Most of the magic is focused through wands but not just any wand.”
“Uh?” The three boys looked at each other in confusion but waited for their aunt to continue,
“Each wand is as unique as you and I. You will never find two wands that are exactly alike - even ones made from the same materials. ‘The wand chooses the wizard.’ the old wandmaker would say.” Their aunt sat down as the mopping finished up. She looked down at the wooden wand in her hands. The carving work turned the wood from a stick into a wand. For their aunt the wavy handle would sit comfortably in her right hand even when gripping it ‘till her fingers were stiff. The boys could see the grain of the wood, larch wood she told them once, even through the aging polish. The wand was old but well loved and cared for. Their aunt was very fond of her larch wand with a phoenix feather core. A phoenix’s feather resided in the twelve and a half inch wand! She had once shown them how she took care of her wand. The same one she had gotten when she was just eleven years old.
“To use the magic that is focused through this wand, one must have three key points to achieve a spell.” Their aunt took out a simple wooden match; they have seen this spell before, the trick of turning a match into a sewing needle. The match was placed on the table in which the small family gathered around for the spell.
“In order to change the match into a needle, I must first know the spell name and the wand movements so the magic can be manipulated correctly. The second thing to know is what you want the magic to do - do you want the match to vanish? Or do you want the match to change its size?”
“Is it the same with changing the match into a needle?” Huey asked even as Louie poked the match.
“Yes. But the final step is to picture exactly what is the goal. So to change this match into a sewing needle, I must envision the type of needle that the match becomes. How long is said needle, how sharp will the needle be, and how shiny will it be.” And then with a quick swish of her wand, its tip pointing at the match, the triplets watched in complete fascination as the wood changed into metal. They stared at the match head shifting into the eye, how the red melted into the rest of the silver. The other end of the match sharpened into the point of the new needle.
Dewey picked up the newly transformed needle with the same child-like wonder that his brothers had.
“How come you didn’t say the spell?” Huey asked while looking into his aunt’s stormy blue grey eyes. The question got the attention of his brothers. It was fascinating to see the magic at work but their aunt hadn’t said the spell name.
“I did say it but not out loud. Well not highly trained wizards and witches of that universe can use nonverbal magic - very advanced magic that not many can master; it involves thinking of the spell’s name and wand movements along with the other two steps too as well.” The three triplets’ eyes widen with amazement. Their aunt could do all that mental work without worry! It was amazing to know that she could do so much in order to make her life a little easier.
“Could you turn the needle into gold?” Louie asked with that schmeing glint in his eyes. Huey seemed to be wondering the science behind the magic but also how it could help other people out. Dewey seemed to be thinking about the adventures and dangers that the boys could get into and how the magic can get them out of it. If they were to look up, the triplets would see the worry in their aunt’s eyes, the tired shadows under her eyes as well that darkened at the idea of the boys using magic as an all powerful weapon or tool. The “answer” to every question and to every situation they may face. Magic could do so many wonderful things but it was as dangerous as it was great. Much like science or guns wielded by people, it could be used to kill. Their aunt had seen magic be used to kill. To slaughter so many innocent lives - to rip apart families.
“Boys, you do know that magic can’t solve everything and can even cause more problems right?” Dewey brushed her off,
“How can something so amazing not be an answer to anything?”
"Well, many people would argue that with many technological advances.” Huey pointed out to his blue cladded brother. Louie only raised an eyebrow as his brother started to debate the good and the bad of modern technology.
“So how much gold could you change things into?”
“Louie, I am not going to transmogrify any of your items into gold. Magic should not be a cheat to hard work. And even if I did, I am not very good at Transfiguration: anything bigger than my hand will change back to its original form after a while.”
Louie grew a pout and stuffed his hands into his sweater’s single front pocket. He wasn’t really angry, just annoyed that he wasn’t able to cheat his way to riches. The boys’ aunt chuckled at Louie’s face. The way the boy’s green eyes screwed up in frustration, how his bill got those frown creases around his cheeks. Despite his chill exterior, Louie was really the most emotional of the triplets. Now, that wasn’t to say that the other two weren’t emotional, Huey and Dewey were still ten like Louie. The two older triplets just didn’t react as emotionally as Louie did.
The triplets’ aunt looked over the three boys and got up. Huey and Dewey stopped their argument to watch her walk over to her magic chest. Louie made eye contact with his brothers before looking at the oldest person. The woman said nothing but motioned for the three to follow her down the stairs in the chest. Their aunt’s magic chest was like a portable home. It had five separate compartments that all functioned differently but the most used compartment had a cat’s face attached to its plate. This compartment had a large living room complete with a wide screen TV and quite a few game consoles plus games. The compartment was also fitted with a master bedroom, a master bathroom, a fairly large kitchen, and a dining room. It was a mansion compared to the houseboat that the boys grew up on.
The boys would love to have their own magical chest too but their Uncle Donald told their aunt to not give them one. She had to promise Donald that she wouldn’t get them a chest. Their aunt did later tell them that maybe in the future they’d get one but as of right now.
“Do you know what this is?” She had led them to her bedroom, the place where she kept some of the coolest items she collected/created. Their aunt held up a fairly large gold ring - one that had a faint ethereal glow to it.
“A gold ring?”
“No it’s her dimensional rift ring! You told us about it when you and Uncle Donald were talking about some dimensions that you had visited!” Huey answered with great enthusiasm. The red cladded triplet was bouncing with anticipation to see the ring at work. Huey’s brothers looked more skeptical than him but looked at their aunt all the same.
“Right Huey. Now, I know that your Uncle Donald doesn’t want you three to do anything dangerous but I believe that to understand the wonder of something, like magic, you must understand the dangers as well.” Their aunt speaks before throwing her dimensional rift ring to the side. The ring created a window to the other dimension but only their aunt would know exactly where they would end up.
“Now, where we are going will change your appearance quite a lot. Your feathers will become skin and hair and your bills will become more ape like.” Their aunt explained as she walked to the rift. Huey, Dewey, and Louie followed her while she explained the changes that will happen so they could fit into the other universe - universal defenses when beings from another crossover. Their aunt told them that the three would change into humans from ducks. Human, that was their aunt’s birth form but when in the triplet’s universe, she was a brown furred cat. It be interesting to see what their aunt looked like in her birth form but also what the brothers would look like.
And so, the family walked through the portal and ended up in a graveyard. The brothers took a moment to look at each other. Huey still had his red hat and shirt plus tie combo but now had light brown - almost tan - pants on. No longer did the oldest triplet have white feathers instead his skin now was fairly dark in color and blonde hair. The second oldest brother, Dewey, still had his blue outfit that now had blue jeans added to it. Dewey’s hair and skin were very similar to Huey’s. Louie had new grey sweatpants added to his mostly green attire. While Louie’s hair was the same color as his brothers’, Louie’s skin looked lighter than theirs but that may have been his sweater’s fault.
After having examined each other, the brothers turned toward their aunt. Long wavy brown hair was tied into her usual high ponytail; brown fur was now fairly pale peach colored skin. (“Her fur reflects her hair” Huey muttered) She still had her blue jacket and black shirt but now she had some soft looking black pants. Her eyes were still the same grey - blue storms but with the pale skin, the brothers could see the extent to her late night workings. The baggy shadows that weighed down on her eyes. And yet, their aunt’s eyes would glisten with the sparks of happiness when she caught them looking at her.
“So,” Louie began while drawing out the o, “Why are we here in a graveyard?”
“To understand that magic is very dangerous and can harm you if you treat it as a toy. You must also understand that magic can’t cure everything and how some diseases are born from magic as well.” Their aunt replied as she walked deeper into the final resting place of many. The boys followed her as quickly as they could. They are still children after all and graveyards can be very scary. As the family walked about, each of them would stop in front of a headstone where their aunt would tell the boys how the person died. Some were killed by magic directly - magical spells like the killing curse that were created just for that task she had said. Some were killed by magic fighting itself and the person getting caught in the fight - like the woman who was killed in an explosion that was caused by a spell and potion not working well together. One woman was killed by what was basically the magical version of cancer and no one knew how to cure it even with magic. And then there was one of the worst and sickening deaths - a young girl not much older than the boys.
She had been killed by her own magic. The magic within the girl had never been properly trained which would cause it to lash out and drove the girl to insanity. The young life was lost one day in late winter by her mundane mother - with the girl’s magic having killed her in her sleep. That was the only good thing that came from that death - the girl had died in her sleep almost peacefully. When asking what happened to the girl’s mother the boys learned that in grief the mother would strive to have four powerful magicals come together and create a school in which young magical children would learn how to properly train their magic as the girl’s death would never happen again.
The trip to the graveyard of the magical humans was quite sobering for the triplets. It didn’t take the wonder out of this incredible power but it did remind the three that magic - much like science - wasn’t all knowing and very dangerous when people weren’t properly trained or even when people were properly trained. As quickly as the family came to the graveyard, they had to leave. Before leaving, Huey asked if he and his brothers could leave some flowers for each of the headstones. Their aunt liked that idea and conjured up flowers for each of the boys for the graves. Huey received violets, in which are used to communicate peace, devotion, loyalty and healing to others. Dewey got a bunch of beautiful peace lilies, which were used as a sign for peace, prosperity, and the afterlife. Louie started putting the white poppies he had gotten on the graves. When asked why white poppies, their aunt answered that white poppies were symbols of remembrance of war, peace, and are said to bring peace and tranquility to homes.
Back at home, Huey made notes on any proper training techniques and tips that his aunt was willing to share. Dewey and Louie would listen closely to their older brother and their aunt as so they knew what to do if they had a (unlikely) chance to face dangerous magic. The boys may not have magic themselves; their aunt was able to give them a bracelet each to practice magic with a simple practice wand. Their aunt encouraged their learning of magic and didn’t want to hinder that drive. The only rule to learning magic was that the three were to practice using it when she was around so she could either help them with anything that they were stuck on or to keep them safe if the magic got out of control.
“Boys, I am back!” Donald yelled out as he entered the houseboat. His nephews ran up to their uncle and father figure to greet him plus ask him how his day was. Donald gave a positive reply before sharing a hug with his pseudo sister. The older duck thanked the female cat for looking after the boys, which she only said that it was a pleasure to look after them while the father figure went to his job interview. Of course, Uncle Donald did want to know how the day had treated his family. Taking turns, Huey, Dewey, and Louie told their uncle about their day and the four of them went to another dimension. Yeah, Donald wasn’t happy with his sister taking the boys away like that. She was able to calm the angry duck down and explained that the boys were safe with her. No one was going to tell Donald that the place they had gone to a graveyard - none of them wanted to see how mad the older duck would get if that bit of information got out.
The boys, with permission from their aunt, began to show Donald any magic that they had learned. Huey used a lighting spell well under the sink - it lit up a small break in the pipes, something that was quickly fixed by their aunt. Louie used a levitation spell to slowly take one of their uncle’s potted plants down and then put it back into place. Dewey got to show Donald the transformation of a match into a sewing needle. All of which were first year level spells but the boy’s uncle was still proud of them. Their uncle did get confirmation that the triplets would only use and practice magic when their aunt was around which did relieve much of Donald’s anxieties.
Soon, the boys got shooed to their room by their uncle so the two adults could begin making dinner - their aunt insisted on helping Donald out. Whenever Aunt Caroline was over, Huey, Dewey, and Louie got to learn so much stuff. Today the brother got to learn that magic was just as dangerous as it is wondrous.
TITLE OF STORY: Curiosity
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Chapter 2/?
AUTHOR: Lokifae42
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
Genre: Romance
RATING: 18+/Explicit
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: mentions of death, kidnapping, violence, language
My head felt like a dead weight, heavy and sluggish. It rested on my shoulder, my muscles too weak to keep it up.
My blindfold is still on though I have moved to a different location. I was now sitting in a chair, arms, hands, and legs tied to it.
I groaned as I stretched my muscles, my head the worst pain of my body. The headache was massive and my neck was stiff.
I needed water. Badly too.
As I moved my head off my shoulder, I heard a slight shuffle close to me.
I stilled.
“She wakes” A smooth voice resonated
I heard the opening and a closing of a door. Then proceeded footsteps that echoed off the walls.
I was then blinded by lights as a hand ripped my blindfold off. I was greeted by the faces of two avengers, the Widow and … Loki? I knew he was living at the Avengers Tower but I did not know he was working for them. What a shame, he was a good baddie.
I smiled “Good to see you too,” I said sarcastically
“Listen, we’re not her to torture you,” the Widow said. I looked to Loki then back at Natalia. Both were stern and both had the same look on their faces, the look of skepticism. Loki was more hard to read though, his face said little other than business.
“Then what are you here to do?” I asked and squinted at Natalia.
“We’re here to make a bargain,” Loki replied, I paused, then slowly turned my head to look towards him. I then laughed.
My eyebrows went up,
“Are you serious? You’re kidding right? Do the avengers know about this?” My smile went wider
“That’s why we’re here,” Natalia started and then paused. “We’ve been trying to track someone for days now, but they’re good, really good at laying low, not being seen.” she paused again, “So, we need someone’s help, no one has been able to so closely kill me before without being spotted, so the team decided that you would be helpful to us.”
I listened to her explanation, “I want to make sure I’m hearing this right, all you need me to do is find, catch, and bring a guy back to you? Why isn’t the snake over here able to do that? If this guy your talking about is so tough to get, wouldn’t magic work better than me?” I was skeptical now, none of this made sense. There has to be a catch.
Loki replied before the Widow did, his jaw clenched, obviously he didn’t like my comment about not finding the guy, “I tried, the guy we’re tracking has magical abilities too, able to counteract my own magic.”
I sighed, my neck still sore, “There’s something missing though,” I paused, “Why do you need this guy,”
The Widow looked to Loki, the two of them having a silent conversation,
“We can’t tell you that,” She said I laughed again, “of course you can’t, but I still have one more question, What do I get in return.”
Natalia answered quickly this time, knowing I would probably ask this question. “You would be off of S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar, we wouldn’t bother you, S.H.I.E.L.D or the avengers,”
Now this truly did make me laugh, how dumb could they be?
I tried to find the right words, “You’re telling me, if i catch and give you this guy I would be off of S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar, what if I decided to go kill the president after this? Wouldn’t S.H.I.E.L.D want me then?”
What Loki and Natalia did after I spoke truly unnerved me, they looked uncomfortable.
“What we’re offering is a position on the team, the avengers, I mean,” Natalia said
“Do you think I’m stupid?” I said, Loki huffed, trying to keep a laugh down
“No, but it’s either accept, catch the guy, and then join the team, or you leave, like none of this ever happened.” Natalia said.
I shook my head, “Are you giving free positions to everyone now? All they have to do is do something for you then become an avenger? I don’t buy it,”
A sudden movement, then a hand was on my throat.
“Loki,” the Widow spat
Loki’s eyes bore into mine, his were emerald, the purest green, but what I saw behind them was pure, unending rage.
My heart sped quicker, his hand clenching my throat, “Don’t you dare think that some of us didn’t work for this position,”
What worried me most about this situation, was that I liked it, his hand was cold and smooth which gave more excitement. I struggled and I found out that I was…well, wet.
Fuck, Loki was hot
But as I started to black out, his hand was ripped from my throat, the Widow was between Loki and me.
I smiled and gazed at Loki and as I started right at him I said, “I accept.”
TITLE OF STORY: Curiosity
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 1/?
AUTHOR:Lokifae42
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
Genre: Romance
RATING: 18+/Explicit
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: mentions of death, kidnapping, violence, language
I remember working with the Widow, her and I were… co-workers at one point, long ago before she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. And today’s work involves something a little different than working together. It has been at least five years that the Widow abandoned her post as a world famous assassin, and abandoned me as well.
Her name is Black Widow and her and I were once a great team of assassins. Give us an order and we would get the job done within 48 hours. We were well known by mercenaries and assailants. We worked with Department X and trained at the Red Room, I’ve known Natalia for at least 20 years but today I renounce all of it. Her betrayal, her double-cross of me… hurt, and I was trained to never feel emotion.
Natalia knows I’ve been going after her for years now, ever since she went of the radar and then appeared, with S.H.I.E.L.D behind her.
So today is the day that I end it all.
~~~**~~~
I sat perched on a rooftop in New York, not far down from the Avengers tower, I heard that the Widow was supposed to be doing a little session with a small kids karate class. How cute.
I had my rifle set up and my scope attached, peering through I searched for the Widow.
It didn’t take long, about 20 minutes in I spotted her, the red hair, clear skin, and the S.H.I.E.L.D symbol on her catsuit.
I took aim, cocking my head to inspect my target, making sure I would have a clear and clean shot. The Widow was standing still, perfect, but I didn’t shoot, someone was coming down the alley and was calling the Widow’s name.
I was now curious.
Information is always an asset. That was one of the first things you learned at the Red Room.
I wish I brought all of my equipment, I could only read so much from lips.
“So you need my help,” The man from the alley said
The Widow paused, suspicious, “Yes”
The man cocked his head, “What for?”
“You know I am unable to tell you that,” The Widow replied
The rest of the conversation was cut off when they turned towards the alleyway.
I wrote my encounter on a piece of paper and stuck it in one of my many pockets. It was interesting to see the Widow do business without the rest of the avengers with her. Clearly the rest of the avengers didn’t know about this.
The conversation between the Widow and the man ended quickly and the Widow then went on her way to the Karate class.
I waited for a half hour when the Widow appeared again, I took aim waiting for the perfect moment. She walked down the sidewalk at an easy pace, not in a rush. It was easy to keep a target on her. I kept my finger on the trigger, perfectly still.
This was my favourite part, the impatience of the kill, the way your heart beats faster as the kill comes closer.
I let out a breath.
I pull the trigger.
But I miss……
How…
This can’t be happening…
I never miss…
I see the Widow duck and cover her head and I start to quickly disassemble and pack my equipment. But as I work, I spot a shadow in my peripheral vision and I take out a dagger that was strapped to my leg. I hold it close to me, ready to strike.
The shadow comes towards me at an eerie pace.
And as I stand up to strike, I feel a black sack come over my face from behind. I am in darkness.
This was an ambush, Natalia knew I would be here tonight.
I was handcuffed, picked up, and thrown into something sort of a van.
Fuck.
This wasn’t going to be good.
I am going to try and explain this as clearly as possible and answer any questions I assume you guys might have.
1: Important detail before continuing: How I headcannon teleporters work.
My idea is that when someone goes through a teleporter, they will completely vanish for about 2 seconds before appearing at the other one. Why there is a 2 second delay on teleportation or where exactly they go while teleporting is unknown to the characters. And frankly isn’t really much of a concern because the Engineer isn’t making a fuss about it.
2: What is the overall story?
Our story starts with the Red Engineer. He’s in the middle of a heated battle with the Blu ream and is trying to manage his sentry nest. At some point he gets ambushed by Blu demo and gets over powered. His sentry gets destroyed and his dispenser is damaged. With no where else to go he decides to book it and try to escape through his teleporter. The very moment he disappears through the teleporter, the Demoman launches a grenade and destroys the teleporter he just disappeared into. What this did was it severed the connection between the two teleporters while Engineer was still traveling between them. Thus, trapping him in what will later be named, “The in between”.
Engineer then seems to fall and wake up in this weird backwards world inside of the teleporters. Or, outside of their dimension. Engineer is unsure. All he knows is that this place is very dangerous.
This backwards world Engineer is in is very strange. There is a strange floating camera that roams the lands and tosses around these “dolls” as they are later called. These dolls look just like the members of Blu team and Red team, but they are completely slack and lifeless. The Camera will use tools that are attached to it to toss the dolls around and seemingly play games with them. It is truly unsettling.
The story will continue with Engineer gathering other mercenaries and forming a team. Together they try and survive in this weird world without being seen by he strange camera. Their overall goal is to build another teleporter in hopes that they can connect it to the one what was not destroyed and make it back home. In the canon story, after months of living in the “in between” they are actually able to make the teleporter and make it back home.
2: What is the “In between”?
This is where the story gets hard to explain. So you know those tf2 sfm channels on YouTube? The ones that make videos that usually look like this?
Yeah, that’s the in between. Its basically a stupid SFM channel that Engineer fell into. The “camera” is the thing that films the rag dolls being tossed around for laughs. And the “dolls” that look like the mercenaries are props that the camera has loaded into the world for filming. Although of course, its a little more creepy/serious then that.
3: How does the “In between” work?
Think of the world as a Source Filmmaker file on a computer, since that’s technically what it is. When the computer is on, what ever map SFM has opened up is the world that Engineer is in. He cannot venture outside of the map. And the weather is constant, the sun never sets and the temperature never changes on any map he’s in. If he’s in the Badlands map? It will always be hot and sunny. If he’s in coldfront? It will always be cold and gloomy.
After a few days of daylight, usually the camera will vanish from the world.. and everything will be plunged into darkness. The temperature will start to drop, and there will be no activity anywhere in the map. The computer has been shut off.
When it comes to food and water? Tools, weapons, or anything like that? Unless the camera loads in a doll that carries those things, they are no where to be found. The world just an empty map.
3: What is the camera?
So, the “camera” is literally just a giant floating camera. And it is the entity that runs this world, It controls everything. It is the being that loads in those TF2 dolls and tosses them around. It is the overall threat to Engineers survival because it tries to attack him when ever it spots him. For some reason..
4: How do the rag dolls work?
Think of the rag dolls as empty bodies waiting for a soul to come to them. If Engineer, or someone from the “real world” touches one of these dolls.. say, a red spy. The soul of the Red Spy will be ripped out of his body from the overworld, then pulled down into the in between, and put into the rag doll that was just touched. The original body of the mercenary will collapse on the surface and fall into a coma it cannot wake from. And the doll will “wake up” as the real mercenary. But there’s a catch.
Imagine if the camera took a Blu scout doll and tossed it off of a roof for a funny SFM video. The doll crashes into the ground but gets back up because haha funny he fell down. But then Engineer touches the Scout. When that body receives Scouts soul and becomes real flesh and blood, the dolls body suddenly takes all the damage that was done to it all at once. Scouts body would Immediately collapse in on itself and he would die, sending his soul back into his real body in the overworld. All of this happens within the fraction of a second. So from Scouts perspective he was in the overworld, felt really light headed for a second.. then felt fine. Meanwhile Engineer grabbed the shoulder of a scout, the scout screamed bloody murder, crumpled to pieces and then died. :|
5: How do they find food, water and general supplies?
If someone touches a ragdoll, they usually fall apart and die. But their bodies and everything attached to them still become real. This means that they can touch heavies and loot the sandwiches off their bodies. They can also steal canteens and cozy campers from Snipers. And if they need new clothes or makeshift toiletries, they can just steal the clothes off of dead dolls. Hey, its grim but you gotta do what you gotta do.
5: How did Blu Soldier get there?
This is where the rag dolls become important.
When Engineer first came into this world he was confused. Feeling light headed he got up and started to look around wondering what happened. As he wandered around he eventually came across his Medic. Just. Kind’a standing there, out in the open.
He goes up to him and grabs his shoulder. Which of course as explained, the Medic’s doll has taken a lot of damage so he just straight up screams and then dies. Which unfortunately grabs the attention of the Camera. Engineer runs away and hides. Making a mental note that wherever he is, this is not his home, and these are nothis friends, and he needs to lay low.
Well at some point as Engineer is sneaking around trying to find food in this weird world.. he comes across the camera in the middle of setting up a video and loading in Ragdolls and what not. The camera sees him and he bolts for it. While he’s running he physically bumps into a Blu soldier doll. But instead of dying, the soul is successfully transferred into his body and he wakes up. The reasoning for this is that Soldier was a new doll. The camera hadn’t tossed him around yet, he was okay.
Engineer helps the Soldier escape the Cameras wrath and after a while of butting heads.. they eventually have a truce and decide to work together to try and escape.
6: How did Red Scout get there?
So, the Engineer and Soldier have been working as a team for about 2 months now. They have a good idea of how this world works and what they need to do to get back home. They need to build a teleporter. And considering these maps are pretty barren? They need to do it from scratch, and from memory.
But at some point, while they’re scavenging some old garages, the camera finds them. They’re cornered. Engineer jumps in to protect Soldier and creates an opening for them to escape. He gets badly wounded in the process. The two of them are able to escape but Engineer is looking rough. He lost a lot of blood and is really weak. Soldier fears that without the help of a medic, he might not make it.
So Soldier cares for Engineer as best he can, and makes his new mission to somehow wake up a ragdoll Medic and not have it die immediately. After a few days of trying, he has a run in with the camera again. As he’s running away he bumps into a red scout. The red scouts arm has been damaged but he’s alive. Soldier cant just leave him there out in the open so he grabs him and takes him to safety. Engineer and Soldier explain the situation to him, and he joins their ranks.
7: How did Blu medic get there?
After accidentally getting the Red Scout, Soldier is finally able to find a Rag doll medic that is undamaged. He wakes him up, and brings him back to base. After having everything explained to him he agrees to care for the Engineer and Scout to help them escape. Although its a bit more difficult because Medic did not have the Medigun attached to his doll form.
8: How did Red Demo get there?
While out looking for supplies, Scout bumped into a Red Demo. And wouldn’t you know it he was undamaged. So that’s another member added to the team.
9: How did Red Heavy get there?
Demo tried to loot a sandwich off of him but turns out he was undamaged. Soooo now they have another mouth to feed.
10: How did Blu Sniper get there?
Blue Sniper was loaded in wearing the cozy camper cosmetic. Which is basically a gold mine if you’re trying to survive in this world. It has food, water, actual toiletries, medicine, pots and pans, blankets, heck, even the backpack itselfis useful! So when Soldier saw it, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to snag it. And of course, the Sniper was alive. :/
11: What is “The thing”?
“The thing“ is what happens when you try and “wake up“ a mercenary that has already been awoken. “The thing” was another cozy camper case. Snipes and Scout were out looking for food when they saw it. Sniper wanted to go grab the backpack, although Scout was a little unsure. He made the point that they don’t know if this doll is damaged or not. And they kind’a need to make sure it is before they grab it. But Sniper was confident. And so they went up to grab it.
Well uh, it wasn’t damaged. And since Snipers soul had already been transferred into a new body, this Sniper came to life without being able to retrieve its soul. Snipers soul was drawn towards this thing. The feeling was so terrifying, so overwhelming, that he just booked it. Leaving the cozy camper behind in a panic, Scout followed suit .
“The thing” became this zombie like roaming husk that is constantly looking for its soul. Sniper will start to have heart palpitations and his skin will turn pale when ever it is near. They don’t really know what this thing is capable of, so no one wants to approach it. For now everyone just hides from it, and considers it to be yet another threat to their survival in this weird world they’re all trapped in.
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I… think that’s all the major questions that would be asked about this little AU of mine. Or at least I hope XD. I hope that this all made sense..
If you have any follow up questions feel free to ask me and I will try to get around to answering them. If you’ve read this far thank you for showing interest in this little AU of mine and I hope you enjoyed reading! :}}
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It’s getting worse day by day.
I’m staring to feel the need of cuts, craving the sight of my own blood as a punishment. The things that helped me before, are not working anymore.
I often catch myself degrading my whole being, like as I am an outsider. The memories he made me suffer through are not fading at all, as the doctor has said they will.
Everything is useless. I’m staring to think If It’s worth staying alive or not at all. This is not the usual kind of post, this is much longer and deeper this time.
I’m counting the days I should stay alive but my pen is getting useless day by day. My body feels like It’s rotting with every breath I take and every movement gets me closer to the edge.
His hands made wounds that will never heal, but get nastier and nastier everytime I see them. I wish I never wore a skirt. Especially not that day.
I’m begging for the world to end me in any way. Give me the sweet release of this lie, this false reality. I don’t want to live like this no more.
I’m waiting for the lovely day of my death, the freedom from this suffering. Heaven or Hell doesn’t exist. Hell surely don’t. There’s no worse place than Earth itself.
The sour taste the pills, lefr on my tounge never faided since that day.
I wish I never decided to look that way.
I wish I never decided to go out that day.
I wish He didn’t call me sweetheart.
I wish He died.
Tell Him Anything - Peter Parker
Pairing:Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: When your little brother wants to meet his favourite superhero, you have to go to the only person who can help. Peter Parker.
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death
Words:2312
A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this, and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx
For if he knew
How much I love him,
No power on Earth
Could make him stay.
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You smiled at Aaron, your ten-year-old brother as he excitedly ran out of his elementary school, a beaming smile on his face. You held out your arms wide and he ran into them. As you held him tight you decided to make the most of this because in a few short years he wouldn’t want to hug you in front of his friends.
“How was school, buddy?” you grinned as Aaron pulled away from you and you noticed that he had an excited glint in his eyes.
“It was good! We learned about volcanoes!” he sighed before his little face dropped, “people were being mean again.”
Anger bubbled in your chest as you walked to your car, people weren’t very nice to your baby brother, “what were they saying this time?”
“They were saying that I’d never meet Spider-Man because I’m a nerd and he wouldn’t think I was cool.”
You almost cursed beneath your breath as you started up the car, kids could be so cruel, you wanted to help your brother out. He deserved to meet his hero, so you concocted a plan, “don’t worry, Aaron, I’ll make it right.”
The next day you didn’t have work so you were able to set your plan into motion, unfortunately for you, you had to go to the one person who you knew was in contact with Spider-Man. Peter Parker. You and Peter never really got on with one another when you were in school together and it was completely your fault.
As you walked into The Daily Bugle office, Eddie Brock was smirking at you from where he sat, “and what do you want, beautiful Y/N?”
There was something about Eddie Brock that was unnerving but you just couldn’t put your finger on it, “I need to see Peter, where is he?” you sighed, wanting to roll your roll your eyes but you didn’t want to come off as rude.
“On his break.”
“Oh,” you bit your lip, as you made to leave, “will you tell Peter that I came by?”
“Why do you need to see me Y/L/N?” a snarky voice made you turn around to see Peter smirking at you. He looked so good that you were momentarily thrown off guard.
“I can come back,” you jabbed your thumb at the door.
Peter shrugged nonchalantly, “what’s the point of that when you’re here now?” when you didn’t have an answer he smirked again, “come on,” he took you out into the corridor, “so, talk,” he raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall with folded arms.
“I needed a favour, Parker.”
The handsome young man scoffed before he started laughing without humour “seriously? After all this time, you come to see me so you can ask a favour? You’re a real piece of work, Y/N.”
Irritation quickly bubble in your chest as you narrowed your eyes at him, “you know what? Forget it, I’ll do it myself, I don’t want to owe you anything,” you spat and turned to walk away.
You jumped a little when Peter put the flat of his hand on the door you were trying to open, “wait, Y/N. What is it?”
You sighed and turned back to face him, “technically, the favour isn’t for me. You can get in contact with Spider-Man right? After all, you take his picture for the paper.”
For a split second, Peter’s face fell and his eyes were wounded, he looked like a lost puppy, “this is about Spider-Man?” his voice was strained and he heaved a sigh when you nodded, “fine, go ahead.”
You bit your lip, trying to figure out where to start, “my little brother Aaron is getting picked on in school, he’s a little nerdy but his favourite person in the whole world – apart from me of course – is Spider-Man,” you hesitated.
“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” you could tell that he was getting impatient.
“I just think it might be cool if he could meet Spider-Man, I really think that it would mean the world to him.”
Peter was silent for a second as his eyes found the floor and you knew that this was a bad idea, “sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have asked, Spider-Man is so busy, he doesn’t have time for house calls,” you laughed nervously as you began to back away, stopping when Peter spoke up.
“When and where?” he muttered as he lifted his head to make eye contact with you.
“I’ll write my address down. Friday night, I’m making dinner at half five if he’d like to come for it.”
Peter laughed, a real laugh that made his cheeks dimple and the smile reached his eyes, “I’ll tell him to get to your place for quarter past six.”
“Thanks, Peter I really appreciate it.”
Peter nodded, “you’re welcome.”
Friday rolled around and you were so excited, Aaron’s eyes lit up as he talked about Spider-Man he just needed a little bit of hope. At quarter past six, like clockwork the doorbell rang and you smiled when you saw Spider-Man standing on your porch. It was so surreal seeing the masked hero up close.
“Hi,” you stuttered.
“Y/N?” he asked and you heard the smile in his voice.
You nodded dumbly, you were a little star struck, “sorry, um,” you flushed and laughed, “thank you so much for coming, I really appreciate it,” you smiled and the masked hero nodded.
“Of course, I promised Peter that I would,” he hesitated as he briefly looked at the floor before looking back up at you, “how do you want me to do this? Do you want me to surprise your brother?”
You shook your head rapidly, you didn’t want him to think that you were taking advantage of him, “no, I don’t to parade you around like a show pony. Would you like to come through the front door? I know that you’re probably not used to it,” you smirked as you gestured for him to come inside.
Spider-Man laughed as he stepped over the threshold, he had a nice laugh, it made you feel all warm inside but there was something that was oddly familiar about it. As you took Spider-Man through your house you smiled as you could hear Aaron reading out loud to himself. You hovered in the doorway with Spider-Man standing behind you.
“Aaron?” your brother looked up at you, “there’s someone here to see you,” you grinned, stepping to the side and Aaron gasped.
“Mr Spider-Man!”
“Hey, buddy!” Spider-Man stepped into the living room, you could hear the smile in his voice as he knelt down to Aaron’s level and gave him a hug, “it’s Aaron, right?”
Aaron gasped again and he glanced over at you, “Y/N! He knows my name!” Aaron looked up at his hero with adoration in his eyes.
“He does, sweetheart!”
Aaron’s demeanour changed almost instantly as he looked between you and Spider-Man, and you understood immediately. He wanted to speak to his hero alone but he wanted you to be close, “I’ll be right here, sweetie,” you gestured to the stairs. If you sat on the stairs, you would be able to see Aaron but you wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.
Aaron’s face transformed with a bright smile as he nodded. It was so cute knowing that Aaron was talking to his hero and though you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you could hear Aaron’s little giggle every now and then.
When Aaron showed Spider-Man the volcano he made in school you heard the superhero exclaim, “wow, bud! That is the coolest thing ever!”
When it was time for Aaron to do his homework, he gave his hero a big hug, “bye, Mr Spider-Man, thank you for coming to see me!”
“You’re welcome bud! It was so good to meet you,” he held his hand in the air for a high five, Aaron giggled as he smacked his hand against Spider-Man’s, “you’re the coolest guy I know!”
The delighted smile that Aaron shot Spider-Man almost made you cry as your brother went upstairs. You nervously laughed, suddenly feeling shy now that you and Spider-Man were alone, “are you hungry? I’ve got leftovers.”
Spider-Man shook his head, “no thank you, I’m not really that hungry,” about a second later his stomach rumbled.
You smirked as you teased the hero, “my, my, Spidey! I didn’t think you were a liar, come on, let me get you something to eat. You don’t have to take your mask off properly,” you had expected him to protest but he said nothing as you took him through to the kitchen. You fixed him a plate and got him a soda.
“Thanks, Y/N,” he lifted his mask so it was just above his lips, he had the prettiest mouth you’d ever seen, lips that were begging to be kissed, “Aaron’s a really good kid.”
You grinned, glowing with pride at the compliment, “he’s the best.”
Spider-Man took a sip of his soda, “so, Peter told me that you went to high school together but that you didn’t get on or something?”
You nodded, biting your lip, “yes. We didn’t get on and it’s my fault,” you didn’t like reliving the memory but you decided that you should finally talk about it.
“What do you mean?” Spider-Man frowned.
“Can I tell you something?” when Spider-Man nodded you continued, “but you can’t tell Peter and it might be too much information but I need to tell someone.”
Spider-Man’s lips quirked into a smile, “you can tell me, Y/N, you don’t know who I am so it’ll be a lot easier because you won’t care what I think. I promise I won’t tell Peter, scouts honour,” he did a mock salute which made you laugh.
“Okay,” you take a deep breath, “it all started when I first met Peter at thirteen, I fell in love with him almost instantly, he was the most beautiful boy that I’d ever seen. At the time I was having a really shitty time, Aaron had just been born and our piece of shit dad dumped us at our Uncle’s who couldn’t care less about us,” you paused when you realised how shocked Spider-Man looked.
“You were in love with Peter?” he asked, his voice going up an octave.
“I still am,” you laughed, and it was true, you still loved him, “but I didn’t trust guys, especially not handsome ones, and he was so nice, he walked me to class after I got lost on my first day. I didn’t want to get rejected by him so I started acting like I hated him.”
“Y/N,” Spider-Man trailed off and you could hear the judgement in his voice.
“I know, I know it was shitty but you have to understand, I couldn’t let myself be hurt by him, I never would have come back from it, it would have been too painful. And, I knew that as soon as I turned 18 I’d have to get a place of my own with Aaron, so I really had no time for boys.”
“So, what about when you’d settled? You’re still at odds with each other aren’t you?”
You nodded with a sigh as you leaned against the kitchen counter, “I guess it was just easier.”
“What if Peter felt the same?”
“He doesn’t,” he sighed, you wished that he did but you knew that there was no way.
“He does,” Spider-Man muttered quietly.
“How do you know that?” you narrowed your eyes at him, “did Peter tell you that?” you wouldn’t let yourself hope, not even for a second.
“Not exactly,” he sighed, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he pulled off his mask.
Shock ran through your body as you stared at the unmasked hero with an open mouth, those puppy dog brown eyes stared at you, “Peter? H-how…” the expression on Peter’s face made you trail off.
“How could you do that to me? I loved you from the first moment I saw you,” he sighed and you could only stare, you thought that you would pass out from the shock, “it didn’t matter that you seemed to hate me. Then, I met and fell for Gwen and I didn’t think about you anymore, it was almost a relief that I didn’t love the girl who hated me. Then Gwen died and I was broken but when I thought it was time to move on, you were there again. You’ve always been there Y/N, I love you.”
“Why?” you teared up and sniffled, you didn’t want to cry in front of Peter, “why when I’ve been so terrible to you?”
“Because I know what a good person you are, you’ve been raising a little gentleman, you’ve put your life all on hold to raise your little brother,” he reached out to wipe away the tears that were sliding down your cheeks, “I knew there must have been something going on, but I was too afraid to ask.”
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you leaned into his touch, “I love you, Peter. Can you forgive me?”
Peter only smiled as he cupped your chin and leaned in to give you the gentlest kiss you’d ever experienced, when he pulled away he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”
You smiled, you believed him, you believed this beautiful man standing in front of you, offering his heart. Suddenly, a flash of blue and the noise of sirens going past your house broke the moment.
“Go get ‘em, tiger,” you laughed as Peter gave you one more kiss and pulled on his mask.
“I’ll call you,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he climbed out of your kitchen window, swinging on his webs, a vision in red and blue against the navy night sky.
honky tonk angels (with their wings on fire)
Pairing: None
Words: 782
Summary: Sam seeks out things that remind him of Dean and there’s one that works every time.
Warnings: Post-15x20, mentions of canonical main character death, grief.
Written for @spnovember
Prompt: Americana
Title from “Neon Church” by Tim McGraw
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