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[my-archerboy-fics]

Pajamas Not Required

Summary: Magnus’s attire - or lack there of - gets him some attention from Alec

Decided to expand on prompt #2 a little bit from my Malec Moments series part 5

References oral but doesn’t get too explicit (at least not imo)

[dral-beskar]

Blockade Blues

AN: This is a prompt fill from Reddit. Original prompt with setup is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/humansarespaceorcs/comments/1tvzr2x/attention_human_vessel_this_is_the_destroyer_g27/

"Attention human vessel. This is the destroyer G27 of the Imperial T’Chak Navy. The system you are traversing - Kanahuai - is currently under blockade by the T’Chak Imperium. Please turn around to your system of departure, or we will be forced to destroy your vessel.”

The autohail blared over Jen's communicator, just as she'd been told it would. But on her scopes, the destroyer was 3 AU away, at least on the other side of Kanahuai from her hyperspace entry. A smirk stretched her lips. Guess again, jackass.

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Aboard the blockade destroyer, the t'Chak captain lounged in his chair. The blip of a human ship transiting in raised only enough interest to trigger the autohail, before the captain went back to his boredom.

Had he known what was to come, perhaps he might have been more attentive.

The first sign of anything odd was a mayday call from that same human vessel as it hurtled, barely controlled, toward the planet's surface. The captain punched in an intercept course and sat back; even at best speed, it would still be several hours until the G27 reached visual intercept range.

Honestly, today was a slow day. He'd already fended off one would-be blockade runner, and forced three ships to abort their takeoff from the surface of the planet below. Two more weeks and his ship would rotate away, back to port for resupply then (hopefully) to the front for some actual action.

The captain was just thinking about how he'd spend his resupply R&R when, as the G27 came around Kanahuai, it was suddenly struck. Almost before the captain could react, his port engine bank had shuddered and died. As he snapped off an order for Damage Control to swarm in and get the engines back online, two more strikes slammed home, this time breaching the main crew compartments. The drive core slammed into emergency shutdown, plunging the ship into the darkness of emergency lighting.

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When she'd explained her plan to Command, Jen's superiors had been leery, to say the least. Just as well, then , that it had gone off pretty much without a hitch.

Funny thing about Guangzhou-type freighters; the early models had horrific engine failure issues. Jen's had been modified pretty thoroughly, but on scopes, New Orleans still squawked as a rev. 1b bulk freighter, the worst of a lot. And with her railgun emplacements, it was child's play to fake an engine malfunction; fire off a pair to slingshot around the planet to set up a chaotic tumble, then set the computer to fire the other pair along the most likely intercept trajectory on the other. Then, still spiraling chaotically, push the engines into what should be a Guangzhou's redline and make best speed for the surface. As the destroyer came around to intercept, the railgun rounds would too, slamming into the destroyer and allowing the New Orleans to make a clean landing.

As G27's signature guttered into emergency broadcast only, the New Orleans dropped one final payload before screaming down to make her delivery. A 1KT bomb wasn't good for much, especially this far away. But for blinding sensor networks temporarily? It did just fine.

[melle-otterwise]

Inspired by this prompt:

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Redbubble | Kofi

[skelteroid]

sirius black - azkaban prison - thinking of marlene right before PoA

they weren’t happy memories. not exactly.

he often reminisced about his time back at hogwarts. back at the potter’s. back in his flat. but those memories were so twinged now with grief that they held no real comfort.

sometimes, and he really couldn’t tell whether it was at his lowest moments or not. could there be anything lower than rotting away in a cell in azkaban for a crime he didn’t committed? did it even matter now that everyone he once cared about was dead o had betrayed him?

not all of them.

there it was. the voice. her voice. so clear as if she was just sitting next to him, whispering in his ear.

that happened sometimes, more often that he'd cared to admit.

he sometimes followed her voice, dreaming they were, actually, together. that nothing that has happened had been real, that it all had been a long, terrifying nightmare and they were still both warm and… alive.

you are, sirius.

am i?

sirius could honestly not tell the difference between sleep or awake, it was all the same. he either dreamed of better times or was haunted by the memories.

sometimes sirius wished he couldn’t hear her or even remember her. it was bad enough he couldn’t get away from the memories of james and lily and poor little harry, who was real and alone and turn a orphan. how long has it been? he was probably twelve. or thirteen now.

but marlene?

marlene had left him long before all that.

marlene had once represented hope and that, sirius had come to realize after years of imprisonment, was worse than the utter devastation of having lost them all. specially since there were none of that, anymore. hope.

she had died, younger even, than the potters.

it was such a twisted thing, he thought. his life had always been so utterly twisted. he shouldn't ought to be so surprised over the fact that, while they had arguably won the war, he had lost everything.

not everything, came the voice, again.

there were other voices too, come to noticed. of real people near his cell.

reluctantly, sirius opened his eyes and then he saw it, right there in front in him, the picture of a big happy family posing against the pyramids on the front page of the daily prophet.

and a fat fucking rat sat on top of one of the sons shoulders.

[spahhzy]

Jaune: And in exchange, you want what?

Neo: 'A Date'

Jaune: Lemme get this straight, You've given me vital information, information that won't damn you or Roman obviously, but information that is critical to the success of defending Beacon in exchange for a date...with me?

Neo: 'I'd ask to marry you, but Roman said that would be moving a little too fast.

[mythicalsymplegma]

Escape the Castle: Revenant

Fictober picture prompts 2025

Day 1, Prompt A

Princess Nesmeyana c. 2025 by Evgenia Sharkunova

( story accompanied by this playlist )

855 words

The clang of metal on metal came echoing through her headphones.

It was day two of immersing herself in the newly released Escape the Castle: Revenant, the technologically upgraded sequel to Escape the Castle. The former 2D scrolling platformer, that would now be considered retro in and out of gaming circles, had been upgraded completely for first person VR game play. She didn’t have the full immersion set up with the walking plates, haptic vest, or special gloves, but her simple set up of headset, headphones, and controllers did the job.

The first day of playing had gone well, making her way through the first few floors, the difficulty rising with each one. So far it appeared to have a handful of new bosses sprinkled in with bosses from the original game, just revamped for the new format, fleshing out their characters a little more. She couldn’t help but appreciate the homage to the original, marveling at the new character designs and the liberties the artists took in transforming the blurry pixilated creatures into detailed 3D beasts.

A few hours in, she found herself walking an empty stone hall, the soft sounds of her foot falls echoing slightly in the space. She had been wandering this floor for a while, only coming across a few smaller enemies here and there, which suspiciously did not add up to the plethora of health potions she found laying around. As she picked up yet another one, with nothing else in sight, she was starting to think it was a bug that hadn’t been ironed out of the game, it was a freshly released game after all, there had to be a few of them. But as the potion got added to her inventory she heard it, the creak of metal against metal. She froze in her steps looking down the hall, there was now a large wooden door at the end of it that had not been there before.

“Option b then” She muttered to herself, thinking of the worst case scenario for all of the health potions, a difficult boss. As she slowly approached the door she attempted to recall which boss in the original game was on this floor but her memory was failing her. She double checked her inventory, taking a deep breath, and adjusting the controllers in her hands she pushed the door open.

Before her was a long throne room, an intricate golden carpet that sparkled from the shimmering sunlight coming through the high windows, ran the length of the room, from the doorway to the throne. The throne that was in fact occupied.

As she stepped foot into the room she heard the music, quiet at first, but building with each second. Hesitantly she walked further into the room, keeping her eye on the humanoid being sitting on the throne. It sat there with its back straight, hair wrapped in a headscarf, leaving its white face in stark relief against the black backdrop of the throne. As she got closer the details became clearer, the dress the creature wore was intricate, the upper half made of reds, blues and golds, with additional red accents in the long red opera gloves that covered its hands that lay neatly folded in its lap. The red clashed with the bottom half of the gown that was a long flowing gold that draped down the dais and blended in the with carpet.

The boss music had been continuously rising as she walked down the room, but as she got the the halfway point it suddenly stopped and she froze in her tracks.

“Another knight come to take my throne?” A gentle almost sing-song voice came from the creature's mouth. Before she could select a response option that popped up on the screen, the creature continued.

“I am Princess Nesmeyana, you shall not take my throne, you will be killed if you do” It said, standing up, its golden dress rippling around it, arms falling to its sides, the red gloves…dripping? The name set her off guard, she swore she knew that name from the original game, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. But she did accidentally put her finger on something, the button to select a response. She swore as the selected reply came up on screen:

< You and what army Princess? >

Immediately there was a maniacal cackle from the Princess and a wicked blood filled grin split across its face. Suddenly, the clang of metal on metal came echoing through her headphones. The Princess’s skirts rippled aggressively as fully armored nights by the dozens came crawling out from under it, their swords jagged, their eyes glowing red. The Princess’s name echoed through her mind again and she put the pieces together right as the music ramped back up and the knights scrambled towards her.

Princess Nesmeyana had been a sweet golden princess that was being held by knights who you had to fight to rescue her, but this time she had control of the knights and the throne, and was out to kill the player.

[silvereternitywrites]

Don’t let your (Human!!!) Mechanic make Mixtapes

Writing Prompt: A pirate ship boards, the human crewmate uses the coms to blast music trough the ship as a terror tactic.

Prompt Source: user fire-sword; subreddit Humans Are Space Orcs

The Captain had listened to this remix exactly once in its entirety and labeled it a terroristic weapon of mass morale destruction before locking it in a drawer.

To be honest, the human crewmate was perhaps a touch more thrilled than she strictly should have been to be given permission to actually use it.

It was horror-rock, falling into that delightful "creep" tune category with synthetic violins that wailed between high and low notes and a bass strumming heartbeat that artificially raised the pulse rate of the listening parties. Aliens... well, she'd found out aliens responded to that unconscious cue WAY more than humans did.

The fact that she knew every beat and bounce and hitch of it, well, that was where the morale destruction came in.

The pirates had boarded in a specific hallway- and they had been subtly guided to this door for a reason.

It was the maintenance crew hallway. The entire floor had holes big enough to reach through or climb through, and the human crewmate? She fit through them, being lanky, tall, and double-jointed. The ceiling had the same grates on either side of the walkway, to allow for access when the gravity was turned off, making it a catwalk surrounded by bolt holes.

The voice was soft at first- only someone who knew the song would know the words. But Human Jazz played them out perfectly to make the Pirates regret ever trying to raid this ship.

The first set of verses were about "burying" something, and every time it said "buried it" Jazz dropped uninterrupted from the ceiling to the floor. Just at the edge of vision, without touching the holes or making a sound, timing her catch of the bars below to the thump of the drum.

And once they were good and spooked, on edge...

She added her voice to the ship speakers, a roar that made the walkway vibrate under their feet for the chorus.

"RUN! AWAY! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, BEFORE THE MONSTER- MONSTER IS INSIDE! THOUGHT IT WAS DEAD! AND GONE! BUT YOU WERE SO WRONG! HASN'T BEEN SO LONG; YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D SEE- SEE, SEE THE DEAD WALK!"

Screaming from above and plasma lighting up the walls told her it was working.

What a shame for them- the pursuit would continue until morale improved. Her morale, or course. All that light would make this more troublesome until it cooled.

The next verse was about what had been buried coming back to bury the singer- it was time to change tactics anyway.

Now her hands reached up through the tiny holes and grates throughout the verse, grabbing and yanking on legs, tentacles, weapon barrels, whatever was in reach, heedless of the burns she was getting or the catch of nails on fabric and skin. Her fake-claw nails were just acrylics, she'd replace them after this, and some bloodstains from a ripped cuticle or two would really sell the idea that something dead and gross was trying to get at them on top of the “detached fingertips”.

As they were coming up on the second chorus, she pulled both hands back down and put them on a panel instead, directing one of the repair-bots with their dozens of arms to dance to the tune, the lyrics printed on it's glowing screen that loomed up out of the dark.

She already knew what she was going to do with the bridge- it talked about disease and parasites, so she was going to yank body parts under the grate and "bite" them with needles full of weak general anesthetics from the first aid kit. She didn't need to actually like, poison or paralyze them, the imagery from the song would make their minds do that for her.

Except-- the thunder of movement, out of sync with the music, headed back up the catwalk at an honestly dizzying speed, and suddenly it was absolutely quiet except her, the repairbot who had now started the fix the plasma damage to the walls, and the music on the ship speakers.

Poking her head up from the nearest access hole, the pirates were gone- with the exception of one, who'd been hog-tied with their own tentacles and blinded with their Captain's hat. Left as a sacrificial offering to the monster for leading their crew into a deathtrap, probably. Well, Jazz didn't want them to think they were too hasty and come back...

She bared all her teeth in the widest, meanest grin, including her sharper-than-normal canines, and whipped the pirate's hat off, the light of the repairbot's torch illuminating her from behind in only brief flashes.

"Buried what I thought would die, don't got no alibi, I buried it," she sang at the alien's horrified face, "I FUCKING BURIED IT!"

The pirate's scream was a noise she couldn't have replicated in a million years. Yeah, driving it home was a good idea.

"RUN! AWAY! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, THE MONSTER'S ALREADY INSIDE! THOUGHT IT WAS DEAD! AND GONE! BUT I WAS SO WRONG cuz it had been so long and life went on thought it was done I never thought I'd live to see THE DEAD WALK!"

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"I still don't think you needed to render the enemy so terrified they entered an involuntary coma state," the Captain scowled at the human crewmate, who was slung sideways in her work chair. Again.

"It's not like I knew their species can even DO that, Cap! Besides, it was a bloodless battle that successfully repelled the enemy, right? And we haven't been bothered by pirates in that entire sector since!"

The Captain squinted angrily with all their eyes.

"We're a terror-tale in that sector now," they replied flatly.

"Wait, shit, did I accidentally Flying Dutchman our ship?! Aw fuck, Captain, I’m sorry."

The Captain sighed- finally, she understood the gravity of the iss--

"If I'd known that was gonna happen I'd have picked a better song! Dead Walk is kinda underground, how are other ships supposed to lean on the legend with an obscure Earth song?"

The Captain gave up and left to go drink their 400-year old heirloom spirits. They had never worried they were going to be the Onelle to finish off the 'drink in case of headache-inducing disaster' bottle but it looked more likely by the day.

Song: Dead Walk by RedHook Note: the remix featured here doesn't actually exist because I can't make it. Will update and link if that ever changes!