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NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN I AM IN YOUR GODDAMN WALLS

YESSS THE BAND AU!! SECRET IDENTITY MARCY AND SO MUCH HOMOIESEGGUAL CRUSHES AND T H E R A P Y

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this is actually from a band au that me along with @tsumaniseawing and @thepurplezoroark created and had been our brainrot for weeks now lol

Speaking of…….

CHAPTER 2 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

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me writing the shapes and pines au where stan and ford kiss shapes..

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Getting this at 1 am after a few weeks of architecture class all nighters is crazy and awesome and my back hurts and I’m so glad ppl still like it after all these years……..

99% of what I read is angst but you know what my secret favorite fanfiction category is? Outsider POV. I love a good fic where we’re in the perspective of characters who have no idea what the fuck is going on and are stuck watching our MCs be absolutely ridiculous. I love every version of this trope. It could be mostly text based. It could be mostly social media based. As long as it checks the boxes? I’m all in. You don’t understand. I think the first one of these I read was with Sam and Dean Winchester as kids in school from the perspective of a guidance counselor. I have been ruined. I have read every fic I could find with the premise of SkyGem’s Retirement AU (Yuri On Ice). I read White Collar DC crossover fanfiction despite not knowing or caring about White Collar because I treat it like outsider POV fanfictions with a fun identity reveal element. My favorite My Hero Academia fanfiction of all time is entirely made up of social media bit and bobs (tumblr posts, twitter posts, text message chains, etc). I am currently reading a Carmen Sandiego fic like this and it is such a crack fic. It is so unserious. I can’t put it down. I am so hooked.

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[Tres Hory Boys make an appearance!! (sorta) I got like 5 of the birds so far, and the other two are deffo gonna have a major role, but probably next chapter. I have no idea where I'm going with this story, but I love it, so yeah, enjoy!!!!]

Kravitz slowly regained feeling. He wished he hadn't. He couldn't remember much of last night other than he met Lucas again, they discussed strategies, and then he took a sip— oh. So that's why he came back.

That was the only thought he could muster in his semi-unconscious mind before pain woke him up. The air stung against his wound. He didn't believe it until he reached back and felt the stumps of where his wings were. Thoughts flashed through his mind so quickly that he couldn't finish them.

They all revolved around Lucas.

After about an hour of trying to steady his mind to find a spell— any spell— he remembered the first one he ever cast. Grabbing a nearby twig, with pain searing at the stretched cuts, he made it grow into a staff.

Digging his new tool into the dirt, he pushed himself up. He stumbled a few steps forward before sliding onto a rock to rest. He knew he couldn't stay here. After a few quick breaths and determination, he stood up, leaning on the wood like it was his lifeline, and started to stagger into the woods.

He didn't know how long it took to get him to his nest, but he almost collapsed from exhaustion. Kravitz remembered why he came here and sloppily knocked over scrolls until he found a healing one. He unfurled it while black dots started to grow at the edges of his vision. With one look at the symbol, he traced it on his palm then reached towards his back.

Kravitz sharply sucked in his breath, then exhaled when the pain subdued. He decided now was the time to take that rest.

The last thought he had before falling into a day-long sleep was revenge.

———

Lucas had brought Kravitz’s wings to the king. He didn't know why he couldn't end everything there and then, but something at the back of his mind convinced him that doing that would end with a worse situation— for whose side, he didn't know.

He was, as promised, married into royalty, then became King when the previous passed away a few days later. Although Lucas had a wife, he pursued his studies rather than acquainted with her. He was more well-known for staying in his laboratory than running the kingdom. Most decisions were passed onto the Queen, so everything ran smoothly and without much change for the time being.

In the experimentation chambers during those years, no one checked on the King’s work, because the King had attained absolute authority.

That was their first mistake.

———

Kravitz grew stronger both physically and magically. He didn't need to lean on his staff anymore, even if he still kept it around, and found himself studying spells more often than not. He was searching for a spell that he forgot the name of, but knew it was the one thing he needed most.

He was talking his daily stroll to rest his mind and improve his stamina, all that good stuff, when he heard distressed calls. It came from two ravens, one under a net, and another trying to get the first free. Kravitz only took a second to spot the largest threat, a human with a spade. It seemed like he was trying to hit both of the birds, but kept on missing when the untangled one pulled the stuck one out of the way.

Kravitz found the spell.

He raised his staff and watched as black mist swirled around the two ravens. Their limbs grew in length and their feathers either shrunk into their skin or fused into clothes. He let them decide their own appearances, he wasn't that cruel, and was faced with an intimidatingly tall woman with a black feathered cloak tied to a regal dress, and a smaller than average man with a dark red suit and black shirt.

“Not what I expected,” Kravitz said looking at their chosen forms once the human ran away.

“Yeah, uh, what the fu—”

“We are grateful for your assistance— I might have not gotten him out in time.”

“Don't sweat it, but I do need a favor,” he skipped straight to the point.

“Of course.” The taller being wore a raven’s skull, but under that, Kravitz knew the all-business gaze she held, for he had the same one.

“Okay, so wait, are we just going to ignore—” The smaller one started.

“It's a spell and it's reversible, but, like I said, I need to ask something of you.”

He narrowed his eyes at Kravitz.

“Look, I’m sure you know of the neighboring kingdom. I need you two to be my eyes and my wings,” He held both of their gazes.

“I assume we're going to transform into birds again?” She asked.

“I wouldn't hold you in an uncomfortable form,” He tipped his head down and rested both of his hands on top of his staff.

“So we’re going to be spies?” The smaller one said dully.

“In a sense, yes. I know it's a little late now, but may I ask for your names?”

The two glanced at each other, somewhere between confused and thoughtful.

“You can make one if you need to,” He reassured.

“If that's so, I’ll be Queen,” She said with a hint of a smile.

“Darn, okay, uh. What do you think, Queen? I’m leaning towards something starting with a ‘D’,” He used exaggerated hand motions, getting a feel for his new form.

“Davenport?” Queen suggested.

His face lit up at the suggestion, “Perfect.”

“Will you take my offer?” Kravitz held out a hand.

They glanced at each other and each shook his hand.

“It’s good to get that out of the way. You can call me Kravitz.”

———

“Should we report this?” Davenport squawked to Queen when he met her on the castle’s wall.

She didn't look up from the throne room’s window. “It doesn't seem right.”

Davenport shrugged his wings, “I mean, we can always lie to him—”

Queen looked up, “No— what? No. I mean, the Queen hasn't changed any schedules or skipped any meetings, but then a child comes into the equation? It seems suspicious. I don't know though, maybe it's a human thing. They don't wait on their young to hatch— they just come into existence. Or maybe the King took care of them in her place? No, they would need to switch positions… right? Humans are weird.” Her gaze trailed back on the Queen.

“I’m pretty sure they're not birds, Queen.”

She looked back at him, “Yes, I know. They're humans.”

“No, I meant— okay, you know what. Sure,” Davenport spread his wings, “I’ll report this to Kravitz,” and lifted off.

———

OK SO SHOUT OUT TO @niko-mesu-side-mainblog ALSO KNOWN AS @niko-mesu (IDK IF THEY HAVE A SPECIFIC ONE FOR AMPHIBIA STUFF) TY FOR FIRST TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT THIS IDEA, AND SHOUT OUT TO @alaskathelegozeldadude FOR BRAINSTORMING WITH US.

SO. HEAR ME OUT.

AMPHIBIA SPIDER-MAN AU. (i’m so sorry this was gonna be an info dump but now it’s a whole ass bare-bones fic)

Now, this is loosely based on the various Spider-Man movies and lore but,

Anne gets bitten by the spider first. She indirectly lets Sprig and Polly’s parents die (instead of herons in the show, it’s Anne’s “uncle Ben” origin story) and then takes it upon herself to stop crime. To fund her gear, she gets into journalism photography of “The Spider” at Sasha’s dad’s news company, The Daily Bugle.

Sasha doesn’t like how much time Anne dedicates to tracking down the vigilante because it means she’s always cancelling plans—not because she has a crush on Anne and doesn’t want to lose her to The Spider who obviously likes her back, what are you talking about?

So of course Sasha goes after The Spider as she flees the authorities after a battle. Y’know. To protect her friend. Yeah. Sasha realizes The Spider always knows how to avoid her, which was weird, until she looked back on footage and reports of her fights and realized she had a instinctual knowledge of her surroundings. And she gives up the chase

Until a few weeks later, when she finally understands why it all sounded so familiar. That was exactly what Oscorp was testing on a live sample before they reported it had escaped and kicked their tour group out. Once she had saturday’s afternoon free, Sasha went to their facility to “finish her tour” (cough—snoop on their projects—cOUGH).

As she neared the lab that had caused everything to shut down, she made sure to squeeze as many details out of the tour guide as she could. Apparently, her father’s no-isn’t-an-answer demeanor paid off, since their tour time ran out before they could move past the spider lab.

Sasha, content with the outcome, headed home without a glance back. Until something bit her. She then went through a horrible fever and woke up the next day with spider powers.

Welp. Time to be a superhero. (Definitely not to meaningfully threaten The Spider to stay away from Anne.)

(And definitely not to make Anne like her, Silkrider, more than The Spider.)

Marcy was concerned about her friends. They both had panic attacks in the cafeteria—she lent them her noise cancelling headphones before they could spiral too far—and they’ve been constantly on edge even in the quietest of classrooms. Marcy made sure to eat outside, bring extra fidgets and gift them a pair of her headphones to help them feel at ease. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what changed their behavior.

Now, despite what everyone believes, Marcy can be very observant of her surroundings when she wants to be. So when Anne and Sasha start pushing their dorm curfew to barely minutes before lights out, Marcy took note. Even when they’re back early, they shut themselves in their rooms for hours on end. Still, not terrible. And then they started limping. Not for long, and not concerningly frequent, but enough to make Marcy worried.

Marcy let everything slide for a few months until that one night she heard multiple crashes and curses from Anne’s room. She finally confronted Anne, ready to yell at her to stop going outside and doing whatever it was that hurts her—but then realized Anne was bleeding. Anne made some (admittedly weak) excuse about getting too close when photographing The Spider. Marcy sighed and started to bring out the first aid kit.

From then on, Marcy used her father’s money and inventions to help supply them with tools to keep them safe. She even tried to tag along and be another pair of eyes, but any time a battle would break out, she’d lose her friends in the commotion. It was fine, they always came back to the dorm—even if some days it was with a black eye instead of photographs.

And then it wasn’t fine. This attack was much bigger than usual. The entire city was being torn apart block by block. Marcy tried to look for her friends in the chaos, but they had dissapeared again. Just as she thought she might be too close to the danger zone, she felt a sharp, overwhelming pain and immediately passed out.

As the battle ended, The Spider and Silkrider went through the fallen buildings, trying to hear for any heartbeats of trapped civilians. Both of them zeroed in on an incredibly faint one near the edge of the rubble. They called the paramedics over, but a large figure got to them first. It was Marcy’s father, Andrias.

He immediately took her to his laboratory, knowing this was the only chance they had. He quickly opened the canister to the symbiote, The Night. After some quick negotiation, The Night fused with Marcy, and her vitals stabilized. It was experimental, but it saved her life. Her wristband vitals tracker (initially for panic attacks) had alerted him that she was in danger, and he had gotten there just in time.

As Marcy woke up, she was immediately tackled by Sasha and Anne. They sat and cried and promised to never get into danger ever again. Once they left for the night, her father came in and explained what he had done to save her. The Night finally made himself known, effectively making Marcy go into an hour long Q&A session before having a breakdown over sharing everything about her life with another conciousness.

In the end, the two of them made an arrangement and lived fairly peacefully.

Until The Night posessed her after curfew to follow “the bushy-haired roommate” as she snuck out of the window. Since they were bonded forever, Marcy agreed to occasional nighttime possessions as long as she wasn’t woken up. She was woken up.

Although she shouldn’t spy on one of her her best friends, it’s a little too late now. Marcy stopped outside the alleyway and waited for Anne to start negotiating an illegal dealing or information leak, but she was surprisingly quiet. Until The Spider leaped out and started to swing through the city.

Huh.

That’s,, not what she was expecting.

But, looking back, it makes so much more sense.

Afterwards, Marcy quickly connected that Sasha was Silkrider. Now, Marcy wasn’t bitten by a radioactive spider, but she does have a very cool symbiote that basically works as a superhero origin so why not.

The two of them started training to work as a singular entity, and then went out on the streets. Due to their short fusion duration, they stuck to quick patrols and dissapeared as soon as the job was done.

Which gave them a scary reputation... until The Night posessed Marcy to dumpsterdive for chicken nuggets at 3 am, got caught, hissed at the sudden light, and climbed up the wall, disappearing into the night.

Once she woke up and saw it was trending, Marcy made an amendment to their arrangement.

When they went on their next patrol, they finally introduced themselves as “Nightmare” to the spider duo in front of the press. It was... a mixed reaction. (“HOLY FUCK YOU’RE REAL??” “i don’t trust you.”)

After a while, Marcy finally got their fusion steady enough to stick around after battles. It was during this time they complained about their homework, wondering how the other two finished their physics homework on time. The Spider snorted at the thought of completing homework. Silkrider, on the other hand, froze.

She asked how Nightmare knew what class she took, and why Spider answered them so easily. The Spider then realized she never told either about her school. Nightmare sat in confusion since how would they not know they were working together? They both snuck out at the same time? They’re roommates?

Silkrider realized it first. She got up and swung away. The Spider realized right after and promptly freaked out. Nightmare felt their time was running out, so they quickly fled as well.

No one left their rooms that night. In the morning, Sasha and Anne tried ignoring each other as much as they could. Marcy finally dragged the three of them somewhere alone and talked it out, starting with how she got her powers. The others joined in with their stories and the tension was broken.

Until Anne asked why Andrias had a symbiote sitting in his lab.

Marcy... didn’t have an answer.

Sasha remembered a rejected story about military investors asking around for Oscorp superhuman rip-offs. It was too unrealistic—superheroes? really?—but looking back, she doesn’t think it’s too fictional anymore.

They set up their red string and started connecting the dots. There was too much proof to sweep this under the rug. They had to confront Andrias.

Marcy called on her father’s bodyguard, Yunan, and his secretary, Olivia, to ask if they knew anything about his latest inventions—especially about the experiment he used to save her. They reported that they didn’t actually know.

The three girls (plus The Night) decided to sneak in and find out for themselves.

They were met with Andrias’s intensive studies on the genetically enchanted spider people. And then Andrias himself. Since they broke in, he brought it upon himself to make sure they could never get out.

Marcy quickly realized he had bonded with another symbiote and warned the others. They fought as best as they could, but it was ultimately the unstable fusion between himself and his forced symbiote that led to his defeat.

Olivia had called the authorities once she heard the fight. Yunan made her way down into the labs and helped the girls get to a safe place.

In the end, Andrias regained conciousness in prison, Marcy got adopted by Olivia and Yunan, and the Spider trio continued to save New York.

And The Night finally asked why Marcy wasn’t going on dates with the other two, which led to her realizing she had crushes on both of her friends—as civilians and superheroes—so she asked both of them out ontop of the empire building. She immediately fell off once they said yes.

WHEN THE FUCK DID IT BECOME 2 AM

anyways i hate curves and small details with a BURNING PASSION