#sharkiewrites

Warnings: Gore, violence, amputation, vomiting

Rating: Mature

Characters: Denmark, Norway, Iceland

Additional information: Human AU, human names are used, Zombie AU

Prompt: You fell asleep in your self-driving car. You woke up in the weirdest place.

Author: Sharkie

Word count: 528

Description: On my way to a camping trip with some long-time friends, my self-driving car takes me back to an unfamiliar location.

I awoke with a start as the engine roared to a stop and the music clicked off. I rolled over in the seat towards the almost useless steering wheel and then looked to the radio. It was dead and barely glowed in the dark.

Was it night time already? I peeked over the dashboard to see where I was, but the headlights had been turned off by the car and I could only see my own disheveled reflection of messy hair and bags under exhausted eyes despite my nap.

“Hey Buddy,” I spoke to the car, which I had nicknamed Buddy. “Where are we?” I knew that these cars were terrible at replying like Siri, but they were getting better at recognizing voices at least. So I was thankful when it piped up in a monotone voice.

“Home,” It spoke. I raised an eyebrow at this answer and went to turn the key so that the car would turn on once more. That way I could check the navigation system or at the very least turn back on the headlights.

The key wouldn’t budge.

“Buddy,” I warned. “Turn back on please.” The car didn’t respond and the key refused to turn. I groaned and climbed over the seats towards the back where my phone laid on the seat as well as my duffle bag. I snatched the phone and a nearly dead flashlight from the duffle. I knew I should’ve picked up some extra batteries before I decided to go camping.

I climbed back over the seat in exasperation. I was tired and wanted another nap and knew that the voice at the back of my head telling me that getting a self-driving car was a bad idea was right. I was irritated and so when I lifted the door handle to open the car, I thrust my entire body into opening it.

Instead of doing what I had intended, I launched myself into the window.

“Buddy!” I shouted angrily. “What the hell? Open the door!”

“It is unsafe outside,” The car answered with the same monotone voice as always.

“But you said I was home!” I protested. With that, the headlights finally clicked on and I found myself staring into darkness.

I moved forwards, leaning onto the dashboard to see where we were, but I felt the car teeter forwards and rock around. I launched myself backwards and felt a scream bubbling up in my chest.

“What the hell!” I screeched. “Buddy! Where the fuck did you bring us?”

“Home,” It just said once more.

This is a gift for @mwuuh, she has already read it but I wanted to upload it as well!

Summary: Norway is woken up by Italy to breakfast in bed on his birthday.

Rating: general

Characters: Norway, Italy

Relationships: NorIta

Name: Peppermint Twister

Author: Sharkie

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, but friendship because yay!

Words: 718

Warnings: Edginess and awkwardness (o boi, o boi) there might be a swear word or two

Synopsis: You are a roommate to the smart, talented Peter Parker (you guys have a few other roommates, apartment mates?, but who cares about them) and you are having a tough time falling asleep near to Christmas time.

I’ve always liked the taste of peppermint on my tongue. It kept me awake as the snow thundered on outside and I awaited for sleep to pull me down. Candy cane in my mouth like a cigarette, I crept to the window to open it slightly to the darkness outside. There was a tree branch reaching out to me, but instead of taking to it, I simply moved it from sliding against the window. Always gave me the creeps and if I was going to be up all night, I wasn’t going to stare at that thing.

I’ve never been a fan of the dark and as soon as I heard that things alike to the monster in my bed could exist. I’ve always been curious about the happenings in the world and as I got older, I tuned more into the news and the masked figures lurking about. I wondered more and more and then I learned about all of these monsters in the media and in my head and all around and all around and all around. Like a darkness consuming us all, but unable to escape, the monsters loom at the edge of our line of sight. How edgy was that? Like angsty high school teen? Too edgy to handle, so I’ll stop now.

Yeah Christmas, that’s a nice time wouldn’t you say? I just want to curl up and wait for Santa to come to bring me useless crap to waste a few weeks on and then move on to wanting more like I did at seven years old. Could I be a selfish prick again? I let that sink into my chest as I curled into a ball under my covers.

Crack. My eyes flew open again and I shot upright to only come face to face with a mysterious figure in my room.

“Holy fucking shit!” I cried out as I threw a punch in the figure’s direction. There was a groan as I made contact and I quickly drew away. The lights burst forth as I flicked the switch on the lamp.

“You could just not do that?” The crouching figure mentioned as he got to his feet. Upon seeing his face, I chewed a lip.

“Sorry Peter,” I mentioned as I got my bearings together. Then my eyes narrowed as I noticed what he was wearing. “What were you…doing?” He looked down and froze for a second, looking at the ripped and bloodied costume he was dressed in.

“Well crap,” He muttered under his breath and then looked back up at me. “Good time as any to come out.” He then turned towards me and held out his arms. “I’m Spiderman???” He made jazz hands as if he thought that this exaggerated appearance would take away from the awkwardness.

“No shit,” I sighed. “But why are you in my room?”

“Why are you up?” Peter counter asked with a thankful sigh. I huffed and laid back in my pillows. “Look I was just out there doing what I do naturally and was trying to sneak back in and your window was the easiest. I just figured I could tiptoe around because usually you have a normal sleeping pattern, but no it just had to be the one night you don’t.” He gave a dramatic sigh and I chuckled slightly. I moved in the bed and held a pillow underneath my chin.

“I guess it’s nice knowing your secret,” I finally addressed that elephant or spider in the room. “It’s oddly comforting to know that you have a superhero as a roommate. But does anyone else know? Like anyone in the house or the avengers? Do the avengers know who you are?”

“No,” Peter shook his head. “Thank God. Though Deadpool is always trying to find out. Hope he didn’t follow me back here.” He sat upon my bed and I laid my head upon his shoulder, closing my eyes and sucking on my candy cane.

“Well I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

“Want a candy cane?” I motioned to the jar of candy canes on my bedside table. Peter chuckled as he looked to the candy cane shank I was forming as it dissolved further in my mouth.

Title: Colored Lights

Author: Sharkie

Pairing: Destiel

Words: 749

Warnings: If you don’t like Christmas, don’t read and it’s gay

Synopsis: It’s the holiday season at the bunker and Castiel is still pondering about all this Christmas joy.

Oh side note: I haven’t watched any of the current season of Supernatural so this is more of a scene where the boys first get the bunker.

Oh, and another thing, what’s the deal with kissing under mistletoe?

Let’s have a quick talk about how wonderful colors are.

Now that Castiel was here on Earth, here among people unlike any he had ever seen up close, colors really took his breath away. In heaven, scales of grey was the pallet of choice in the angel headquarters. If there was any color inside the angel’s section in Heaven, it was unlike anything that was in the Christmas season.

Sure, he’d heard of Christmas like any angel above and how people worshipped his father; he’d heard it was harmless and had seen the festivities from above at a safe distance. As he looked out the window, Castiel even smiled at the thought of those days. How this all compared and how he would take Earth’s strange customs, like this, over Heaven’s strictness. It was an odd feeling, to be so free from Heaven, but to celebrate it in this way as a human would.

A sparkling tree stood in the middle of the bunker near the table, glowing with a string of mutlicolored lights and cheap ornaments picked up at random as the Winchesters rushed to prepare for the season. In fact, it was a week-long trip to find the perfect ornaments to display in their bunker. They had taken various stops in various states to get the cheapest, most unique ornaments that the boys could find. It was all great fun and a competition to see who could get the most ornaments in the least amount of time. No one was sure who won, but they did end up buying too many ornaments so they were all squished about on the tree covering as much surface area as possible.

Why did people hang things on trees; lights and figures alike; to represent the birth of Jesus? (nevermind the fact that, if Castiel could remember correctly, wasn’t even in December and had been moved there to honor other pagan traditions) Castiel wandered towards the tree in confusion and looked at it. It was around his height and was the cheapest tree the boys could find. Castiel stepped a little back and glanced over it, narrowing his eyes and leaning in. His gaze then fell upon little packages below the branches in paper with plaid decorations. Dean had bought it as a joke to poke fun at Sam’s fashion choices, but they never had time to buy any other wrapping paper (that’s what it was called), so they had just used it.

He picked one of them up and held it in his hand, straightening back up to his feet. It was pretty badly wrapped and as Castiel looked at the tag, he wasn’t surprised. It was from Dean who had given up at wrapping yesterday, saying he had to go get lunch and he was done. Castiel also noticed that his name was on the tag as well, scrawled in a rush as Dean impatiently went to the Impala. Sam had shrugged and explained that he would fix it, but it’s not really worth it because they’d end up ripping of the paper later on that month. What an odd tradition. Making something look presentable and then tearing it off.

“If you’re judging the wrapping,” Dean commented. “At least I got a present for you.” Castiel turned his head and Dean smirked. A candy cane lay in his mouth, held there in the fashion of a cigar. He took it out and continued. “Last year I kinda forgot, so sorry about that.” Castiel just looked down and placed it carefully back under the tree. His eyes turned back to Dean’s green ones, sparkling like the flickering lights on the tree.

“I don’t mind,” He stated. “It’s a holiday that is hard to fully understand.” Dean nodded, placed the candy cane back in his mouth and went to the table, lifting his lazily placed jacket from its chair.

Title: VR Mistake

Prompt: Well, that’s enough virtual reality for today. You try to take off your VR headset, but it isn’t there and you can’t feel the warmth of your chair.

Author: Sharkie

Words: 566

Warnings: Swearing, lots of it. Like this little 12 year old main character needs to chill………stupid kids.

Synopsis: Donner just wanted a cool game, a VR experience because who doesn’t want to be emerged in an epic video game? Am I right???? That’s all he wanted. Life likes to put one up against unavoidable bosses.

Dear Oliver

I shit you not, it was terrifying really. Like shit the bed, shut the front door, please kill me Satan; that scary. Okay that’s an exaggeration, but that might be my specialty in this new world I find myself in. I have become that annoying comical character.

Look, I doubt you’ll ever read this and I doubt anyone who does read this will understand what the hell I’m a saying in this idiotic whatever. A fucking letter is what this is, who the fuck writes letters! In a different universe is that answer. LET ME EXPLAIN.

So I got that game you were talking about, and the VR (of course). Now I was at first like “Ah sick dude it looks so immersive and so fuckin’ ace and whatever and oh woah gee whiz, you good sir this is only the type of game a cool cat like Oliver my main bro would play”. Sarcasm right there. I thought it looked cool and you had been wanting to play it, so being a dick I got it for myself first.

“Hunter Zone: The Danger” was just the best conclusion to the “Hunter Zone” series so fuck yeah I’ll play. Then I saw that it was available in VR and so you gotta be shittin’ me that I saw this really cheap VR at this electronics store (forget the name or I’d tell you) and bought it with my birthday money.

That Saturday was the day I’d try it out. It was raining, almost thundering it was so hard. I plugged it all in and then was the moment, my first VR moment. I was standing because, gotta be super super emerged and I wanna throw my entire body into all the moves. I placed it on.

Now I won’t spoil the game for you, and because my hands getting pretty tired; I’mma skip the story element.

It was about three hours later(?) that I finished “Act 1” of the game (there are like fifteen acts I believe) so I decided it was time to eat. I reached up to take off the headset, but all I felt was a…a hood? Wait what? What the actual fuck. Yeah that was my first thought because you know me, I may be an edgy, nerdy teenage boy, but I don’t where no hoodies. Like to keep it classy in comfortable sweaters, especially on cold days like that one. So I was confused to say the least.

I decided to walk around, feel out my surroundings and crouched to the ground. I shit you not, I swear I felt real grass beneath my feet, not carpet. Not carpet. Holy crap in a hotdog it wasn’t carpet. It wasn’t my room.

I decided to test this out completely and locked my eyes on the tree directly in front of me. If I still was in my room, I would run into it, but not hurt myself. I closed my eyes and charged.

So I just woke up three minutes ago and found a quill and parchment in my bag, so I’mma write this to you. Don’t know how you’ll get it, but I hope you do. I really do.

Fuck me man. Fuck me and here comes Hunter himself. I’m gonna die in here without even getting past Act 3. Shit shit shit. Gotta blast!

Your regretting friend,

Prompt: While following someone you turn down a dark alley, when you get there, you are alone except for a note with directions.

Author: Sharkie

Pairing: none

Words: 1,052

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse and just creepy darkness so hope you aren’t afraid of the dark (I am - Sharkie)

Synopsis: You are Alice, the local superhero of the city and are contemplating everything so far that’s happened after you took on the name: Nonsense. With your hands in your pockets, you walk around the city, until you spot a white bunny mask in the distance. Welp, time to investigate, right?

It was a dark night, but not dark enough so that you couldn’t see what was ahead of you. It however was dark enough so everything fell into shades of grey, calm, mixes of cool and warm grey that smothered everything in a monochrome scale. You ruffled your hair and took a deep breath and then your gaze flew to the sky.

It was a new moon night and the stars had abandoned the hold over the sky, giving it up to various planes flying over. You’d think that the city around you would have its lights on, but a one am main street was barren and wasted with bottles of wine and cans of beer in the gutters of the street. The sidewalk had more cracks than it was supposed and there even was dried blood ahead of you.

There it was again. The flash of a rabbit mask in the back of your vision towards an alleyway and into the expanding darkness, if it could get any darker. You reached in your back pocket for your phone and pointed towards the corridor with a flashlight. There was nothing down there, but another flash of the white mask made you move forwards into the darkness that started to consume you.

Your breath quickened, your heart raced and your phone was beginning to die because that was convenient of course. You clicked your tongue and stepped closer and closer until you looked down and noticed a slip of paper.

Back off.

You looked further down the paper, but there was nothing there, so you flipped it over. Figuring there was some sort of other message besides just “back off”. You grinned when you were right, silently raising your fist as if you were pumping yourself up. Be proud of yourself.

But if you want to continue, turn to your right and walk forwards into the wall.

Obviously you turned to your right. You looked to nothing, a black wall of bricks, and yet as you placed your hand on it and pushed it slightly, you heard the sound of creaking. You rolled your eyes at the idea of blindly walking into this wall and gave it a slight push, careful not to alert anyone of your presence. Something opened and light streamed out and you almost hissed at it. You almost laughed at the reaction, but stopped cold as you heard your name.

“Alice,” They said, beckoning towards you. “You’ve been expected here.” The door opened wider, without you pushing it. You blinked in the streaming light and as your eyes adjusted you noticed a tunnel leading onwards and then began to descend below the building you would be entering You shuffled forwards carefully and jumped as the hidden door closed behind you. Hey, at least it’s light in here unlike outside.

The lighting was caused by the soft glow of the lamps going along the edges of the white brick hallway, leading on a slow decline beneath the city. You shuffled along down it, curiosity filling your being and then your thoughts wandered to the earlier voice. Where had they gone? How had they known your name? What the hell was even going on here?

You kept going and suddenly after a few minutes you notice that the hallway was getting dimmer and dimmer with each step, the walls seeming to close upon you and grow tighter and tighter. Your steps quickened and you held onto your blue jacket, making sure it was still there as a comfort. A chill went up your spine and you bit your lip. You stepped forwards onto nothingness.

And you were falling into an abyss, losing your balance with that moment. A scream escaped your lips and you desperately flailed your arms in an attempt to grab onto something that would stop you. There was nothing there, just darkness.

Fell onto a mattress, broken and pain was everywhere.

You were roughly lifted by large arms of someone where you could only see their grin with the light coming from their cigarette.

You blacked out to some various chuckling.

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You came back with a throbbing headache and rubbed your eyes as you lifted your head. Your neck ached and you sat fully upright and gazing around your surroundings, tension and confusion building in your being.

You were in a cell room with padded walls, a blacked out window and a small table, everything in scales of depressing, dark and steely grey. You looked down at your clothes, relieved that you weren’t in a prison outfit or anything since you saw your blue jacket and your black boots. You sighed in that sort of relief and let your head fall back on a wall, bringing your knees to your chest. You looked upwards, noticing a camera and stared into it intently.

“Welcome,” A voice spoke from the camera. “I am Mad Mercury, your local hat maker. And welcome to your own personal Hell Alice.” There was a maniacal laugh from Mad Mercury as she finished her sentence.

“Why am I here?” You asked daringly to the camera, stepping to your feet in defiance. Mad Mercury laughed once more in a faded way. You heard footsteps outside of your captivity.

That’s when the cell door opened to reveal a warm colored trimmed and black waist coat, complete with a teal bow tie, frizzy red hair and a black top hat covered in mercury fabric bits, looking almost like the real liquid. She had crazed brown eyes with grey eye shadow and silver lipstick upon her lips and a gap between her teeth as she broke into a smile, leaning upon the doorway.

“Hello there dear,” She said to you. “Welcome to Wonderland.” She tipped her hat towards you with a menacing glare.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand,” You lied, fully recognizing Mad Mercury in all her glory and remembering her by another name. “Mad Hatter.” Mad Mercury narrowed her eyes and moved her arm, coming towards you.

Title: The Last Slipper

Prompt: Two retired wizards start playing pranks on each other, and each prank is more ridiculous than the last.

Author: Sharkie

Words: 599

Warnings: None

Synopsis: So you’ve heard of the last straw? Time for the last slipper! Two elderly wizards named Beral and Ventir have always had a small rivalry ever since they retired in the same area, so they get into a prank war. Except Ventir is a pacifist and really is done with it all once he faces ridiculous prank after ridiculous prank.

Now it was war time. Beral had gone too far, not that Ventir was surprised by this fact. In fact, he had be anticipating this for a long time. He walked through the pillars of glowing toilet paper rolls around his house and walked along the eggshells of stink bombs infused with eggs.

He groaned as he heard a squish under his old, snug slippers and lifted it to reveal a slimy residue, some cytoplasm-like substance that reeked and was now stuck to his favorite and most used shoes. At that moment, Ventir lowered his foot with a squish and gave out a low groan. He stomped over to his front door, rapidly took his ruined slippers off and power walked across his wooden floor.

“Where is that God da-” He began to comment aggressively as his eyes flew to a long willow staff with a blue crystal at its end point. He nodded and reached towards it with a snatch and stamped it onto the ground as his tuxedo cat groaned.

The house began to rumble and the outside began to move downwards as the house stood up. On legs of and even the tail of a cat (that tail was a mistake he had made when he first got the house, but no matter now), the house began to walk forwards, conscious not to step on the unmoving houses and frozen people below.

With that stomping of the staff, Ventir had shed his bathrobe so that his clothes were replaced by a white collared shirt and lovely navy bow tie with black trousers. He still wasn’t wearing shoes, but instead of hairy bare feet, he wore colorful socks covered in triangles. Satisfied with it all, he went to the upstairs and reached into a case. A baby blue pointy hat was placed upon his head and just in time, since the house lowered in front of another one and the door creaked open. The tuxedo cat returned and lazily laid back on the couch, exhausted.

“Veni?” A sweet grandma-like voice rang out from the other side of his front door. Ventir opened it and shoved past a confused Beral. Her strawberry hair was tied into a messy bun and her dark eyes sparkled in amusement. “If you are here on account of my lack of pranks, I can’t apologize. You know Marg-Anne has kept me busy in spell-binding knitting.”

“So you are saying that you didn’t completely ruin my slipper!” Ventir whipped out his slipper, still grieving over it’s comfort that would be lost forever. Beral shrugged and nodded. A golden retriever bounded up to her and Ventir sneezed, angrily glaring at the dog.

“I may not have done it,” Beral mentioned. “But you are welcome to come inside. I got some hot tea on the stove and a nice healing spell to help with those stress wrinkles.”

“That why you don’t look a day over thirty?” Ventir commented as he ran a hand through his peppered hair.

“Really?” Beral replied almost heartbroken. “Marg said I looked twenty. No matter, please come in.” She held the door out for Ventir, who wandered inside. However, before he set foot on her carpet floor, a burst of confetti flew from the sides of the door, attacking him with miniscule papercuts. Upon further inspection, the confetti was mini paper airplanes. And then as he took a last step forward, he slipped on a banana, falling on his ass. Dramatic sigh and Ventir looked back at Beral. She shrugged with a grin upon her aged, yet immortally young face.