#ficsies

Omg you’re all good!

Now let’s get this show on the road:

It was an odd occasion, for starters. It was rare that David ever trusted Albert with… well… anything. Sure they were buds, but since Les was determined to be like ‘one of the big kids’ he aspired to be on the level of none other than Albert Dalsilva.

Now Les was just like any other kid, believed in magic, saw wonders in small things, yet he had a lot of sass in that little body, and perhaps that was the appeal in Albert. Albert saw a lot of himself in Les, the way the kid jumped around and butted in on conversations. Since he lost touch with his own brother he reluctantly warmed up to the kid within a few weeks and found refuge by his side.

So that’s how Albert got stuck with the kid for the day. Was it a good idea? Absolutely not no. David had protested the arrangements with his mother that morning. “But Ma, are you kidding? Les’ll end up dead.”

“Now David it can’t be that bad”

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Les skipped along by the scrawny redheads side, humming some Disney song to himself while the grown man looked down on him. He wasn’t quite sure what to say, they weren’t quite close, and to be fair he wasn’t quite sure how and why David allowed him to be with the child. Sure he had experience with kids but he wasn’t a master with them.

“So, Shortstuff, got a girlfriend?” He asked completely sarcastically trying to make a joke and conversation.

“Yup! Sally! She’s my sweet plum, like a rose on a fine spring day-”

“Jeez ok I was just kidding… do you really- are kids seriously?” Who was he to judge? He had met his boyfriend when he was 9 and had a crush on him from that very first day without even knowing it. He shrugged his shoulders brushing the foreign thought from his mind.

Now what would the two do for the day? David was off at school and for some reason Les’s school had a pupil free day, leaving the kid without any chains to hold him down. To be fair, there was only one job Albert really had to do. Keep the kid alive. It shouldn’t be that hard… right?

As they approached Central Park they came to the iconic bridge that overlooked the lake. “You dance much, Kid?”

Les looked up at Albert as the tall boy climbed onto the rails of the bridge. “Yeah, Ma signed me up for Tap a few years back, why?”

Albert did a little Diddy with his feet, leaping across the rails. It didn’t seem safe at all. He reached out a hand to the young child, who looked up at him with dazzled eyes. He reached for his hand to be hoisted up before hesitating.

“I- I don’t know about this…” Les pouted, looking at the ground and then up at Albert.

“That’s why you’re not the one in charge.” Albert blatantly stated, pulling the kid up. He flipped a few moves which Les copied enthusiastically. It was fun. They were having fun. A little too much fun…

It was a split second. One moment Les was dancing with the coolest guy he knew in the middle of the coolest park in the coolest city, and the next he found himself in the coolest water he had ever felt. It swarmed all around him, swirling cold through his warm blood. His feet kicked frantically as they were on the surface reflecting Alberts every move.

Albert followed a split second after Les fell in, diving in to retrieve the child.

When they got to the surface and onlookers cleared, the boy chattered wearing the oversized coat of his friend… friend.

Albert awkwardly pat the child on the back. “Let’s uh… not tell David about this..”

+ establishes Y/n and Ajax friendship a little bit more

+ Ajax pov

In which Zhongli, the calm, gentle, smart yet somehow airheaded TA gets introduced to the story as one of your closest friends. You visit a ramen shop Ajax works at and discover a secret note!

Hi guys!! I published the first chapter of my new fic, The Pulchritudinous weed in The Garden(TPWTG)! Consider checking it out! I'd love to hear your feedback!

Summary: Reader and her friends' shenanigans throughout the new school year!

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your wip, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge. 

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He shapes the electrons below Daisy to give her electricity more of a kick as he drags hydrogen in the wake of her attack to let Barbara build a wave on it, pull the charge in the undertow. The effort barbs pain into the marrow of his bones, but when he releases it so Harry can come in, use it and dimension shift half the fucking battlefield into oblivion, he feels mighty, he feels like he could do it over and over for the sheer joy of the return of his power.

Here, his fusion isn’t larger than life, but just right.

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They meet up with that squad. The one that makes Niall bite his tongue to bleeding and clench heavy nuclei around his fists like gloves.

The one squad where the mid-range specialist can actually match Niall’s strength, photon for photon, impossible reaction after reaction. Their powers aren’t the same, but they’re close enough that Niall thinks it might be easy to compare them, if you didn’t know the difference between how a hydrogen atom feels in your skin and the way a carbon atom feels in your teeth.

Sometimes, the reporters mix their work up, when both of them are at the same battle.

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((a bit from an academy era i*i verse fic lols))

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Methane shudders across the sky and drowns out Harry’s reply. Zir shoulders are high and tense as ze turns to head back inside. Louis has a sprig of regret. She covers the sad yellow flexing across her forearm with one hand.

She’s only known all of them for a few dozen – 94, her neuro-net supplies – rotations and it’s not been all citrines and diamonds.

She’s got to stop assuming, got to stop falling into the place in her heart where all of them know her colors like a second language and her words like a punch of carbon dioxide through a haze of oxygen. She’s got to stop assuming they feel anything she feels.

“Rapid interpersonal association, bordering on dependency,” councilor Atien had said and it wasn’t a recommendation.

“Lou,” Liam says quietly.

“What,” Louis snaps back, jerks away from looking at the door back to the wing.

“Harry’s okay.”

Exhale.

“We have work to do.”

“I was doing work,” Liam reminds, “you were crawling all over me.”

“Well, I can fucking fuck off, I fucking suppose,” Louis bites out, feels another sharp pain lodge in her chest and begins to push at Liam’s arms to get at the edge of the wing.

“Louis.”

Liam’s hand might as well be metal-alloy.

Louis grits her teeth and tries to slither out of eir grip. Her hands are a sickly-lime-white.

“Louis.”

“Let. Me,” Louis takes a breath, “Go.”

Louis catches the profile of Liam’s face as ey jerks a bit, eye open too wide. Scared.

“Okay, I,” Liam’s arm shakes as ey lifts Louis up to the wing top.

Louis pulls herself up the remaining way, fingers scrabbling against the plating. She’s breathing too hard for the simple act, all three of her lungs feeling like working over duty in high G. Her forehead is clammy against the wing.

safe and sorted | dinosaur

↳ for @notafraidof in the @zarriallweek​ exchange.

It’s 2032, and Niall keeps a paper list of all their kisses.