#fic snippit

Thanks @fishing4stars for tagging me!!

I feel like this last-ish line of On Swift Wings I've written says a whole lot in just one sentence.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you laugh properly in weeks.”

I'll leave it up to interpretation as to who is talking to who

also hi baby ilysm

lys!!! Hiiiii!! Ily2!! Also yes this is from the lipstick concept that you posted and i said i was going to write…

“Earth to Eddie!” Your hand waved in front of his face, bringing his attention from your lips back to your eyes. “What’s got you so distracted? You normally like hearing about my work drama.” Eddie’s eyes dropped down back to your lips before finding your eyes again.

Skulker scowled and raised an arm to fire an ecto-blast. Too slow. Vlad teleported to him and crushed the blaster with his good hand. “So, Skulker,” he said as he leaned in, his tone almost conversational. “I think your earlier behavior is grounds for punishment, don’t you?” Vlad tore one of the still-deployed missile pods from Skulker’s shoulder almost as an afterthought and let it fall to the ground below. “You can’t really blame me for taking the opportunity when I saw it, right?” Skulker said with a nervous chuckle. “I mean I’ve been after a half-ghost for a while and—” He winced as Vlad tore the other missile pod away and let it join its companion on the ground below. “I made a miscalculation,” Skulker admitted as the full gravity of his current predicament set in. “A severe miscalculation,” Vlad agreed. He could feel the fury bubbling hot and acidic in his chest. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. Vlad took Skulker by the shoulders; even his right hand still had enough strength left in it to leave dents in the metal. “And now we’re going to go to a private location where we can discuss this like adults, and I’ll decide whether you walk away or not. Understand?” Skulker nodded, his metal face a mask of fear. “Good.” Vlad took off without warning, his hands still digging into Skulker’s shoulders. He towed the ghost toward his mansion, turning invisible to avoid being followed. All the while the rage and indignation rose to fever pitch. How dare Skulker pull this with him. Thinking he could hunt him like some weakling. Thinking he could pull the same stunts he used on a child like Danny on him. Vlad was scowling with barely-restrained fury by the time he reached his lab. He hurled Skulker to the floor with a tumultuous crash and landed on fours beside him. Vlad slowly drew himself up to full height, fingers arched like claws as he glared down at Skulker with wide-eyed anger. Skulker skittered away, terrified and in too much of a hurry to get to his feet as Vlad advanced on him. “Now let’s— Let’s talk about this!” he started. His back hit the wall between a pair of cabinets, stopping him dead. “You still need me for bounty jobs! And I can do the next one for free—” Vlad slammed his hands into the wall above Skulker’s head, cracks spreading over the stonework in spider web patterns. “Need you?” he asked, his fangs on full display. “What makes you think I need an ally who will turn on me at the first opportunity? One who will gleefully hunt me for sport the moment he thinks I’m weak enough?” “That was a big mistake on my part.” Skulker slid down the wall until his shoulders were touching the floor. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” “Oh, I’ll make sure it won’t.” Vlad lunged down and grabbed Skulker by the shoulders again. Ectoplasm dripped from the gouges left by the stag as Vlad’s fingers dug into the metal as easily as wet clay. Vlad grinned despite the pain; he hadn’t cut loose like this in some time. In one swift motion Vlad tore Skulker’s exo-suit in two, the screech of rending metal almost drowning out the ghost’s horrified screams.

-Her scent nodes detected traces of strange matter in the atmosphere. Sharp, foamy, and sweet like gunmetal. The faintest whiff of wild charge caught right before a lightning storm.

Memory files tingled in the back of her processors. It's been millions of years, but she recognized that. She recognized that taste, that feeling. It's only ever come from one source, and she knew that Source very, very well. "...Aj?"

It was then that the traces expanded, shifting into static, and that static into currents. Electricity, wayward and humming with barely restrained power flew and flickerd about the area in slow, graceful arcs. A sudden spike- and the readings on her HUD flashed Red.

"Everyone! Stand back!" Elita One braced herself, warding the surrounding bots away from the immediate area with a wide gesture. All thoughts of the previous conflict lost as the world shook.

Iruka was exhausted. The longer he walked among the humans, the further they encroached into the forest the harder it became. He could no longer hear the spirits as he could in his youth, even as he made regular pilgrimages to his birthplace, he felt himself slipping. Tonight, he would make the trek to the sacred spring of his clan. His home, the place where his parents were massacred by the tailed beast.

It was never an easy trip, each tree, each chirping bird another reminder of what he had lost, what he was losing. He would become fully human soon, his ties to the forest and his ancestors severed for good. A part of him was dying, and he was scared.

As he left the mission room he felt a familiar presence, Kakashi walked beside him quietly observing the chunin.

“How long were you waiting for me Kakashi?” Iruka asked. It wasn’t the first time the jounin had waited for Iruka to leave the mission room. And though he was loath to admit it, there was an odd sort of comfort to it. He could argue all day about how he didn’t need his protection and that he was perfectly capable of handling himself. No, he wanted Kakashi there. He wanted to feel protected and safe, because when he was alone, he felt anything but.

“Not too long. How about we get something to eat. Ichiraku’s? My treat,” Kakashi bribed.

Iruka chuckled, knowing that Kakashi had likely been waiting since he left the mission room earlier that afternoon, “As enticing as that is Kakashi. I have a date with a stack of ungraded essays, and then I have a hot and steamy escapade scheduled with my pajamas.”

“Please.”

It was such a simple request. But it was said with such longing, it was soft and sad and vulnerable the things that Kakashi hid from the rest of the world. Iruka slowed, brushing the back of his hand against Kakashi’s.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

—–

The noise coming from the baby monitor was unholy, and it certainly didn’t take long to wake both Sid and Geno.

Sid whined helplessly, so damn tired, shifting to push himself to sitting in the bed, trying to make his eyes open and focus. “Fuck,” he murmured.

Beside him, Geno make an inarticulate sound of distress, and rolled over to his belly, mashing his face into his pillow. “Sid,” he said, muffled by cotton and down. “Sid, oh God, what that sound? Baby demon, Sid?”

Sid just stared at Geno blankly a moment, trying to wake his brain up enough to get out of bed and go see to the baby. “What?”

The sounds coming through the monitor ratcheted up in volume and Geno groaned. “I’m call priest in morning.”

(I looked up ‘you’ in my google drive specifically for fanfic and this was the first Undertale one that popped up.)

"I understand you have a lot of questions ma'am, but you can ask him all those himself," the woman interrupted, taking the papers as you filled them out. There really wasn't much. "Which brings me to another point. Do you know sign language?"

"Sign language?" you questioned while shaking your head. "I know the basics, but I couldn't hold a conversation. Why is this relevant?"

The woman sighed as she collected the last of the papers, signing where she needed to as a witness. "It appears Frisk has been mute due to his… family circumstance before the whole Ebbot situation. I can recommend a speech therapist if you-"

"I don't mind learning," you interrupted, your head spinning like a top at this information. Had your parents done to the kid what they had done to you? A heavy guilt settled onto your chest as you mulled over it more. If only you had stayed- "Are they alright? I mean-do they even know who I am?"

"We've informed him that he was being adopted by his next of kin. By his reaction, he seems to be just as surprised about the situation as you are," the woman said shortly before giving you a sympathetic look. "I'm sure the two of you will get along fine. Siblings always sort themselves out eventually. Can he be dropped off tomorrow?"

You nodded mutely and sorted out the last few things that needed to be done. Before you even knew it you were back at home, sitting in front of a television that wasn't even on.

"What the hell is going on?"