#<br> how to turn off twin

[bianquitasunderworld]

dave lizewski smut plsss i love nerdy dick 😭😭🙏

Parings: Dave Lizewski x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I love nerdy dick too twin, you so real for this omg😭‼️ (omg y’all i didn’t expect myself to make this kind of romantic sorry y’all i’ll write something crazy next time, this is long as hell ‼️)

How did this happen? How did Dave end up with the woman he thought was the hottest girl on earth, on top of him straddling his hips?

It all started when Dave decided to invite his girlfriend over to study. She definitely did not want to study—how could she, when all she could think about was how hot he looked while he rambled on about some silly, boring, and excessively long economic questions for class.

Truth be told, she didn’t care much about anything he was saying at the moment. Although that might sound rude, she didn’t care one bit. Her boyfriend sat at the edge of his bed, rambling, and he looked absolutely perfect. His glasses were set perfectly in place on his face, and the way the tip of his tongue stuck out as he delved deep into thought about his stupid economics homework—how could she possibly focus?

Dave was completely oblivious to her ogling. He wasn’t aware that she was practically salivating just from looking at him, he was oblivious to all the impure thoughts running through his girlfriends head, he was so focused on finishing his assignments he didn’t realize just how needy his girlfriend was.

Although Dave and you were in a very serious relationship you’ve never discussed sex it was uncharted territory for both of you. Dave was too shy and embarrassed because he was still a virgin it was a sensitive topic for him. Everyone is aware he isn’t the most popular guy at school.

You on the other hand were scared you’d send him running for the hills if you tried to suggest sex, It’s not like you both never did anything well…the furthest you’ve gotten with each other was making out and grinding against each other, and the ending result was always the same: Dave blushing, covering his lap with a pillow while he sat at his desk chair, and diverting into discussions about random comics and superhero references as if you didn’t just have your tongue in his mouth.

You kept eyeing Dave and biting your lip the thoughts running through your head were pure sin, you were convinced if Dave knew about them he would be a stuttering and blushing disaster. You didn’t think your staring was obvious until Dave suddenly redirected his attention from his five-minute monologue about consumerism, catching you in the act.

He looked back at you from his spot on the bed as he cleared his throat and spoke softly. “Are you okay? Is um something wrong?” God he was so sweet and caring he was oblivious to the fact that all you wanted to do was have him whimpering and groaning beneath you, your desires were consuming your mind. You always wondered what he would sound like when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. You’d caught a glimpse of it once, and since then, your thirst for more was like that of a desert traveler yearning for a drop of water.

“Yeah-Mhm everything’s fine sorry my mind was somewhere else for a second” you smiled at him trying to sound as if you weren’t seconds away from jumping on him. He smiled and adjusted his glasses before he nodded and turned his attention back to his paper.

You couldn’t stand it the last straw was when he bit his bottom lip in concentration you couldn’t stop yourself you swiped his paper off the table, the rustling sound breaking the spell between you. You set it down with a bit more force than intended, a bold move that marked your intentions.

Leaning in, you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your lips to his, a surge of unspoken desires finally finding expression. His initial surprise melted away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. In that stolen kiss, the air crackled with a mix of passion and anticipation, as if the world outside had faded, leaving just the two of you suspended in that breathtaking moment.

And there it was, the culmination of all those unspoken desires, manifesting in the reality of the moment. Dave found himself reclined against the headboard, a sensation of both exhilaration and disbelief coursing through him. You straddled him, your legs encasing his body, intimacy that had been a distant fantasy until now. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, which had turned a deep shade of crimson. The flush of his cheeks mirrored the intensity of the moment, a testament to the shared vulnerability and passion.

Your gaze trailed down, drinking in the sight of his bare chest pressed against you, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath a captivating dance. The tousled strands of his hair cradled his head against the pillow like a crown, accentuating his allure.

His eyes held a mix of emotions as they lingered on your chest, a blend of curiosity and desire. The gravity of the moment weighed on the air, punctuated by his words, “Are you sure about this?” Your fingers, tender as a whisper, glided across his cheek, a gesture of reassurance and care. Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss, your intention clear—to grant him the choice to halt if his comfort wavered.

You sought to convey through touch what words might not fully express. His gaze held yours, a reservoir of affection and trust that spoke volumes. With a glance saturated in love, he nodded, affirming his readiness to explore uncharted realms with you.

He looked down between both your bodies, you were hovering over him, he bit his lip. Dave whined out a small, broken “please.” You closed your eyes savoring the way he spoken his plead was music to your ears.

You slowly sank down on to him, your mouth let out a small gasp at the feeling as he let out a deep groan, he felt the way you clamped down against him, the way he stretched you open had you groaning. You leaned down to kiss him gently, and gave yourselves time to adjust to the new sensation. Dave was girthy and long, he was bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, this felt different from all the times you’ve had sex this, this was love. You could feel the love radiating off of him as he kissed you and groaned into the passionate kiss.

Once you both adjusted, Dave gripped your hips and bucked his hips into you, his thrust were slow and deep, the noises of skin against each other and pleasurable moans filled the room. “Y-you’re so beautiful” Dave muttered and he looked into your eyes. “You’re so pretty davie” You couldn’t help but cry out as you reached down to play with yourself rubbing small gentle circles on your clit and slowly grinding down against him.

He whimpered and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you in place. You could feel the tension in his body, the excitement building as he felt you against his body. You leaned down to kiss him gently, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tender embrace. You were addicted to the feeling of him inside you, the way he held you, the way he moaned your name. The pressure was building and you knew that you were about to cum you were trying to hold off trying to make this last for as long as you could. “Dave-I’m gonna cum--“ You cried out.

“I-f-fuck” Dave stuttered out as he felt you squeeze around him as you reached your climax, your body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Dave was groaning deep in his throat, his hips moving up and down as he came as well. You felt like you were one, a single unit, moving together in a synchronized dance of pleasure as he came deep in you.

Dave whimpered as you rode out your high against him, he felt himself growing overstimulated, he reached for your hips and kept a firm hold on you to keep you from moving, his body was shaking and sweat dripped from his forehead.

“I love you,” you murmured, your voice laced with affection.

“I love you too, baby,” Dave replied, a tender smile on his lips. With a gentle motion, he lifted himself and drew you in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

Releasing yourself from the embrace, you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you reclined against the bed, Dave at your side. He seemed to shift, a hint of nervousness tainting his usual bashful demeanor. “So, uh, how did I do? Was it okay?” His cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato’s hue.

“You were amazing.”

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #3 Oh Brother,

Imagine dis…

 We all read and heard about the lost son of Bruce Wayne and also the Lost twin of Damian Al Ghul Wayne. 

 But what about the lost brother of Bruce Wayne?

 On the night of the 26th of June, The young Bruce Wayne didn’t just lose his parents but also his brother. After murdering both of their parents the gunman, Joe Chill turned his attention to the boys, one young teen who could not be older than 16 keeping his young 8-year-old from seeing the corpse of their parents. Thinking that it is better to leave the scene with no witness fired two more rounds in the direction of the children and quickly turned tail.

 Daniel Wayne covered his little brother’s body from the bullets catching the two rounds with his own body. Catching the horrified look of his younger brother, feeling the blood in his mouth as well the fact that his own body is shaking from what had just happened in a matter of minutes. Grabbed his brother’s shoulders, smiled, and hugged him so tight as he knows that his brother is not allowed to follow him or his parents to the afterlife for a long time.

 As his consciousness fades he catches the teary-eyed brother of his, trying to catch him before he hits the pavement.

 …

 Clockwork frowns at the timelines between the two realms, one who is not supposed to exist, exists while the other who is supposed to be born is not to be born thus collapsing the timeline of both realms but with the recent development to the other realm made him have a difficult choice. Guiding the young Daniel’s soul to the other realm to replace what was lost.

 …

 Danny grew up feeling missing something, with absentee parents and a parent sibling it's no wonder what he would have missed. 

 Maybe he missed the times when his parents were actual parents to them instead of focusing their attention on their machines.

 Maybe it is the life he had before the tragic accident that changed him.

 Maybe it is the normality between him being a ghost hero and being a normal teen.

 But…

 Every time he saw two brothers playing near Casper High, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing.

 His ghostly core and human heartache for the familiar setting to the point he kept seeing a younger “double” of himself.

 Don’t get him wrong he can create clones of himself to help him during fights but this “double” is different from him he looked like someone he missed so dearly while he looked like someone who has the same delicate face as him.

 Which would be impossible if it was always been him and Jazz alone in the house full of things that could potentially end his existence.

 The phantom pain he would feel from bullets on a specific month, day, and time, instead of electricity made him quickly go to Frostbite and Clockwork.

 Frostbite explained that it is quite normal for a newly formed ghost to feel the phantom pains of its reason for death.

 But he died from electrocution, not from bullets.

He went to Clockwork but the moment he saw the figure of his grandfather mentor he couldn’t help but sense a feeling of dread.

 …

 Clockwork knew that in each timeline there would be a day and time for his grandson apprentice to ask about such ire that had been bothering him ever since he became a halfa. Each time he tried to prolong the inevitable but it seems that he was caught off guard for today. 

 …

 Clockwork explained to Danny his crimes to him and his soul. How the Master of time itself forced him to live a life just after he had ended his first one.

 Danny’s mind may have had a million thoughts at the time but at that moment he only cared about two things.

 Who has he been before and what happened to his brother?

 Clockwork explained He was Daniel Thomas Wayne the firstborn son in the union of Martha and Thomas Wayne. He used to live in a manor with his family grandfather/butler, he gained a little brother that was named Bruce Wayne. On the day of his former death day, his brother kept pestering their parents to go to the movies as they have been busy and Bruce felt that he was alone, being loving parents they indulged Bruce in his pestering as they too noticed them being too busy. On the night they went to Crime Alley for a shortcut to Wayne manor, they were ambushed and killed, and his parents were.

 Shakingly, Danny begged to see Bruce, his core ached for his missing family, his brother. Bruce his little brother, hoped that he didn’t follow, he hoped that he is doing fine.

 Clockwork didn’t respond but showed him a one-way mirror-view of his former dimension. There the mirror shows a familiar dining room, with a grown man who has black hair and striking blue eyes talking to a younger boy named Jason as Alfred serves Bruce’s morning coffee.

 Danny could not help but smile, his little brother is all grown-up. Starting a little family of his own, Danny’s only request is to be able to visit Clockwork’s haunt to observe his little brother.

 Each visit made him learn more about the man his little brother turned into.

 He turned into a vigilante protecting the people in Gotham, his favorite soup stayed the same despite the fact he used to eat that soup with someone else, he has an adoption issue (He could not blame him though, not when he adopted both Dan and Dani), then his little brother went and adopted a sentiment starfish from outer space, that he owes his nephews and nieces a ton of gifts from missing their milestones, and many more…

 But he wished that he was there as well…

 When Jason died at the hands of Joker, when he was lost in the time stream, when he learned that he missed a decade's worth of his “blood” son’s life, the death of Damian, not protecting Barbara from being shot by the Joker, letting his demons run his life…

 He just wished he was there to hold his little brother in his arms as he protect him from the dangers of the world just like he had done when he was Daniel protecting Bruce from his nightmares as well the monsters under his bed.

 After a reveal went wrong he gathered up his human friends and flee toward the zone after destroying everything related to ghosts and the realms.

 Taking up the mantle of Ghost king he made sure that he still have time to observe his family on the other dimension.

 …

 Meanwhile, in the DC universe, Ra Al Ghul and Lex Luther had created a bioweapon that turns ordinary people into some sort of zombie slaves of the Lazarus pit minus the death part of being a zombie. Things got out of hand both villains and heroes are scrambling to contain the bioweapon virus as well as looking for a cure as it has spread from Gotham, Metropolis, Star City, and more big-name cities. They could not merely kill the infected just like in a movie from a zombie apocalypse as they are still alive.

 Symptoms include glowing green veins that are seen as well pupil-less eyes in addition to an extra boost in strength, as the infected multiply by having an open wound be infected by the green veins that produce some sort of green murky blood aka the Lazarus pits.

 Danny saw the predicament of his home dimension and decided to intervene, with the approval of his court. He entered the dimension, and as he turned into his human half he noticed that his age was regressed to the time he was murdered.

 The infected ignored and followed his commands as per his position, avoiding any confrontation with his brother or any supers that might demand him why the infected are ignoring him, he pretended to be infected that can think and speak as well that was raised from the dead.

 It was quite easy for him to pretend on the glowing veins as pure ectoplasm flowed through his veins. He just made sure that he is always a glowing green glowstick.

 Walking around in a zombie apocalypse is less fun than he thought it would be, grabbing a backpack that was discarded he filled it up with weapons and started his journey at the foot to look for the cure.

 (Thoughts of seeing his brother made him fill his head full of possibilities)

 On his way to Gotham, he saw his nephew (Tim) surrounded by infected and about to wound him when he immediately snatched him to safety. Seeing the deep eye bags of his nephew he let him rest at his makeshift safe house as he guarded Tim he can't help but wonder why on earth he was out in the open.

 …

 Tim groaned awake as he remembered what had just happened in a few months. Ra’s and Lex made a bio-hazard weapon that was made from the Lazarus pits (Which made him wonder which of the two thought that was a good idea as the Lazarus pits are still a mystery to the Batclan as well to the world) and went out of hand thus ended up having the Justice League cleaning up their mess.

 He remembered being surrounded by the infected after his usual recon, he was pretty sure he broke a rib and his arm as running away from the horde or getting them with tranquilizer darts were the only options, he was sure that it was his end.

 When he woke up he didn’t expect to be still infected free nor the infected teen, who is a blue-eyed black-haired teen, definitely a Wayne bait, in front of him trying to bandage him.

 After the initial confusion and panic and the conversation, he concluded that the bio weapon had evolved to the point of reviving dead teens.

 (Seeing what the Lazarus pit had done to Jason and Ra was not far fetch)

 The teen who introduced himself as Danny woke up somewhere which was near Metropolis and stated that he was nowhere near his hometown nor where he was buried initially and was walking around to find more humans as he was pretty sure when he died zombie apocalypse are nothing more than fantasy as well the supers are but fictions as he kept reading the latest yet tossed out newspapers, which explains the newspapers in the corner and had concluded that it has been more than 2 decades since he died.

 He made an offer to Tim that he couldn’t possibly refuse, he could help him return where he was as the infected tend to ignore him thus having a guide and bodyguard in his injured state as well a specimen that can talk and walk around cities without having the risk of being infected, in return he just needs help in finding his brother.

 After a long tenacious walk to Gotham, both bond over small talks, jokes, and camping as well as filling up Danny with what he had missed in the decade while he was 6 feet under.

 Tim learned that Danny adored his little brother and wished to see him one last time before going back to the dead.

 …

 Bruce was worried, Tim was supposed to time in a few hours back. He along with the rest of the bats and the Justice League members were lucky enough to escape and regroup at a later date. Sitting in one of the fortified safe houses with a few infected being wandered.

 When he was about to check the communication for the umpteenth time the cameras caught something. Immediately all went to the monitor to have a better look at what had just tripped their alarm. There is Tim wounded and bandaged but still infected free, which gave relief to the Batclan behind him on the other hand caused worries.

 An Infected teen behind Tim follows him while looking around him, upon closer inspection they can see the boy’s eyes despite being infected. Some of the Justice League thought that Tim may have found someone who has at least some sort of immunity to the Infected.

 The Batclan on the other hand caught sight of Bruce stiffening along with Alfred. Both seemed to look at the infected teen with familiarity. Luckily that the cameras had audio and played the live feed.

 Tim was talking to the mystery teen about meta-human rights while the mystery teen kept nodding along. Tim asked about the mystery teen’s little brother which the teen brighten up and talked about his little brother’s pranks towards their father every time he left them on their own devices like melting crayons on top of his shoes to adding color according to his little brother. As well as the fact he made a special lullaby just for him.

 The mystery teen began to hum an unfamiliar tune to those who are watching except Alfred and Bruce, Alfred was ready to cry while Bruce made a face that both his co-workers and children never saw him make.

 Bruce’s mind immediately supplied the missing lyrics while the mystery teen kept humming along.

 If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

 As they were nearing the armed gate of the safe house, Tim asked what is his little brother’s name was as once this was over he was willing to pass the message. 

 The mystery teen smiled sadly and said fondly… oh brother,

[cynnkk]

audios

here I'll compile some of my favourite audiop*rn content

msub / bfe audios

they're going to be appropriately tagged

mostly soundgasm links, some will redirect to their reddit page

M4A / M4F

all audios can be found on the gwa subreddit

one post of mine on the topic

personal note: listening to audios is a safe and controlled way to explore kinks, sexual preferences or even simple non sexual intimacy. keep in mind that you don't know the performers and they don't know you. exercise caution when interacting with them to avoid unpleasant experiences.

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last updated: 28/08/2024

a t*u*m*b*l*r post with multiple audios that I like

u/defrosted is definitely one of my faves,, his whole msub content is top notch so I might as well link the page (it's not updated but his account is right there so a little search and we're set)

lovely guy sucking on a strap,, this is how I want my men to be (cw: begging, strap on, pegging)

chubby subby men deserve love too (cw: pegging)

[M4F] I Love C*umming On Mommy's C*ock (tags inside)

[M4F] Sick Days - Taking Care Of Your Needy House Husband] (tags inside)

breaking in your new d*ick on the cute salesman - salesman goes door to door to sell sex toys and meets listener, who is down for ANYTHING {cw: [M4F] [Msub][Fdom]["real" fake dick][pegging][strap on][gagging][c*um swallowing][b*lowjob][c*reampie][LOTS of begging][degredation][dirty talk][needy][sex toy][wet sounds]}

I have a soft spot for this bc he speaks in italian which is my native language: Finalmente Insieme (translation: Together, at last) [tags: [M4F] [Bilingual] [English] [Italian] [BFE] [MSub] [FDom] [Edging] [Making love] [Kisses]

[M4F] Interviewing to become your sub [Msub] ["Mommy"] [C*unnilingus] [A*nalingus] [Br*east play] [Riding me] [Cumming inside you] [41 minutes] (A MASTERPIECE I TELL YOU)

the sequel to the mastepiece above

subby boyfriend MISSES YOU SO BAD 😞 [M4F][voicenote] [improv] [mommy mentions] [praise] [overstimulation] [wet sounds]

Mommy’s Puppy Leaves Her A Voicemail To Help Her Get Through The Day [Established Relationship] [M4F] [Voicemail] [MSub] [Shy to Desperate] [Masturbating] [Fleshlight] [Sloppy] [Begging] Mentions of [Cunnilingus] [Vaginal Sex] [Blowjobs] [Pillow Humping] [“Puppy”] [“Mutt”] [“Mommy”]

Confident Boy Has A Sub Side [M4F] [Msub][Confident To Submissive Speaker][Calling You Mommy By Accident][Swallowing Your Spit][Grinding On My Lap Without Wearing Panties][Sucking On Your Nipples While You Ride Me][Cumming On My Cock After I Came Inside Of You][Cunnilingus After Creampie]

Shower Fucking the Angst Out of Your Discouraged Friend [M4F] [Shower Fucking the Angst Out of Your Discouraged Friend] [Msub] [Soft Fdom] [Friends to Lovers] [Shower Sex] [Anxious Speaker] [Closed Off] [Handjob] [Neck Kisses] [Begging] [Desperate] [Good Boy] [Affirmations] [Pussy Eating] [Worship] [Praise] [Riding] [Kissing] [Finger Sucking] CW: (Speaker discusses feelings of anxiety, despair, hopelessness, nothing mattering and the world being messed up. He feels guilty that Listener is helping him and doesn't want to accept at first that something is wrong)

turning your JEALOUS bf into your SUBBY fucktoy <3 [M4F] turning your JEALOUS bf into your SUBBY fucktoy [VERY MSUB] [Whiney] [Begging] [Whimpers] [Self-Degradation] [Facesitting] [Handjob] [Riding] [Overstimmed Speaker] [Multiple Speaker and Listener Orgasms] [Tit-Sucking] [Mommy] [Puppy] [Good boy] [Jealous Speaker] [Creampie] [Aftercare]

Your Best Friend Has Never Been Overstimulated [M4F] Your Best Friend Has Never Been Overstimulated [MSub] [Friends to Lovers] [Best Friends] [Jealous] [Vanilla Speaker] [Kinky FDom Listener] [Teaching Him About Being Submissive] [Marking] [Handjob] [Cumshot] [Overstimulation] [Post Orgasm Torture] [Begging] [Riding] [Cowgirl] [Creampie]

Making Two Cocky Twins Yours [MM4F] [Twins] [Light MDom] to [MSub] [Domination Loss] [Teasing] [Handjob] [Blowjob] [Cowgirl] [Missionary] [Spit roast] [Creampies] [Post Orgasm Torture] [Denial] [Begging] [Plot Twist] [Mind Break] [Frankly too much cum] Just to be safe [Rape] [Mommy [Mistress] *in my humble opinion one of the best msub audios ever released*

I Said Look At Me, Mommy [M4F] [Script Fill] [MSub] [Yandere] [Mommy] [Stalker] [Fingering] [Cunnilingus] [Strap On] [Blowjob] [Rape] [Drugged] [Pegged] [Speaker Orgasm] [Soft Voice] [written by u/strawberrymoon_bunny] PLEASE be mindful of the tags. They may be triggering for some, so do not continue to read if they make you uncomfortable.

Your Submissive and Breedable Boyfriend Wants to be Objectified [M4F] [MSub] [BFE] [Insecure] [Needy] [Reverse Comfort] [Kissing] [Wholesome Objectification] [Cunnilingus] [Begging] [Whining] [Screaming] [Multiple Orgasms] [Aftercuddles] [Headpats]

Your Whiny Mildly Yandere Boyfriend Has Abandonment Issues [M4F] [Script Fill][msub][mommydom][sad]but[wholesome????][yandere lite][whiny][begging][whimpering][possessive][cowgirl][creampie][cuddling][lots of self degradation][about one morbillion L bombs][nursing handjob] {I see that I have a msub yandere preference 😔}

Can I... call you mommy? [M4F] [Msub] [Cunnilingus] [Analingus] [Facesitting] [Teasing] [Nipple licking/sucking] [Begging] [Pussy Grinding] [Creampie] [Whimpers] [20:18]

Would You Remind Me Where I Belong? [M4F] [MSub] [Husband] [BFE] [Toys] [Whimpering] [Begging] [Cumming Like a Slut] [Crying] [Kneeling to Eat You Out] [Praise] [Good Boy] [Prostate Play] [Emotional] [Secret Hands Free Orgasm] [Overstim] [Wet SFX] [Fucking Myself Stupid]

[rubydubydoo122]

In every universe Jason Peter Todd dies young. It’s a fate sealed across the multiverse. Maybe he could hope that there’s one universe where he doesn’t. aka, Jason, Dick, and Bruce go multiverse hopping, and are not having a fun time. (Ps, when I started writing this fic I hced Jason as Latino, but I don't really believe in that hc anymore, so just a heads up if you don't like that hc)

TRIGGER WARNING -> Child Death, (It's Jason)

If only both Dick and Bruce didn’t have the same idea to shove Jason out of the way from opposite sides. Maybe he would’ve still gotten hit with the device, but at least both of his shoulders wouldn’t have been bruised. They were fighting Black Mask and his posse who  had gotten ahold of a transportation device. And that’s what Jason got hit with. Because certain people (Cough, Batman– past, present and otherwise, Cough) refused to communicate. 

Right. Bearings. Then head back to Gotham. 

Ah shit. Of course he was stranded with Bruce and Dick. Of course.

They need to get back to Gotham. Tim, Damian and Cass were more than capable of taking care of themselves, but after they finish the fight, they’re going to start spiraling. Because Bruce and Dick are gone. 

“Nightwing, Batman, wake up.” He lightly shook their shoulders, while looking around. They were in a warehouse, with a bunch of crates in it. He could hear people walking around, but they were pretty hidden where they were. “We gotta get back to Gotham. They’re all gonna think we’re dead again.” The setup of the wearhouse was eerily familiar. The sooner they got out the better. 

He ducked the twin reflex punches from both of them and gave them a deadpan glare. Not that it could be seen through his helmet. The sentiment still stands.

Bruce grunted, “Status.”

“A little nauseous, but other than that, fine. Hood?”

“Sore shoulders from both of you ramming into me.” He peeked over the crate they were hiding behind–

No. 

His heart crept up into his throat, pulse pounding like a drum in his ears

They can’t be here. How were they here? Now? At this point in time? She couldn’t still be here.

He ducked back down, “Br-atman, We’ve gotta go.” As if on cue, there was a cackle.

Jason didn’t even see the monster, just her . 

Dick set himself in determination, then popped up to get a look himself,  “Besides the Joker it’s just three people. No hostages.”

Jason barely heard what he said. He just had to focus on taking off his jacket without his hands shaking, to hand to Dick. Of all the places to be sent back to, why here?

 He took off his helmet and domino and tore off the Bat on his chest, handing them to Bruce, “STT-1.” Situation time travel- past. Meaning they couldn’t interfere. Which sucks because, ya know, Jason was about to die. 

He turned to Dick, mainly because he didn’t want to see the expression Bruce was making, “You’re off world. You’re also in your deep V-Neck era, so…” he made a zipper motion.

Dick’s face paled in realization, “No.”

“Dick–”

“No! We can’t just let you die.” 

Jason looked to Bruce, because he was certain he was going to say something like ‘We can’t mess with the timeline,’ but Bruce just seemed frozen.

Jesus Christ, why does he have to be the level headed one for his own death. And he was seconds away from a panic attack. “I’ll come back.” Though he could feel his stomach twist. Knowing you’re going to come back doesn’t make watching yourself die any better. “There aren’t any windows and only one door, but they’re gonna be near the door, so I say we go up.” he reached for his grapple.

Bruce rested a hand on his elbow, but before he could say anything, Jason cut him off. “I-I don’t–” His voice cracked, “You don’t want to watch this.” because if he did, if Jason did, he would need at least four to five weeks to recover, and they didn’t have that time. They needed to get back. The longer they stayed, the more ripples they made. He’s watched ‘Back to the Future’ enough times to know that much. 

God he wished Tim was here. He’d at least be better at compartmentalizing this whole situation than anyone here. They were all too emotionally involved. They were all too close to a boy who was about to be dead.

Bruce nodded, like his mind was in another place, but then grabbed his grapple and shot up to the ceiling. 

Jason waited to watch Dick do the same, before following. Bruce was already out of the hole he had made in the roof, but he could hear the door opening below, and clammered after Dick. They had to hurry, because a smaller Jason was about to come in, stage right.

“Mom.” 

Jason grabbed Dick in one hand and Bruce in the other and tugged them down and out of sight.

“Jason?”

He knew the conversation by heart. It’s the lines that repeat over and over and over again in his brain. It’s the sounds he hears when he wakes up from nightmares. Not the sound of a crowbar meeting skin, or the sound of laughter, but the sound of betrayal.

“You’ve got big trouble, mom. I know about it… the Joker… everything.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, mom! Play straight with me! I can help you.”

“Sure, tell me about it.”

Don’t. Don’t, You idiot. Don’t tell her. 

There was the sound of a zipper being undone, “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”“That… That outfit… you’re…” He could feel the hairs on his neck stand up, as his mother put the puzzle pieces together. As she figured a way out for herself. “Come with me.”  

He felt Dick’s grip tighten on his hand, as if holding onto him would stop a 15 year old him from walking into that warehouse. Yet the touch felt miles away. Galaxies, even. 

“Wait! The Joker–”

“Is long gone. There’s nothing to worry about, but I’ve got something to show you.” 

Even in the heat of the desert, Jason felt his blood run cold. There was a static in his ears, and the floor started to spin. He was such a stupid kid. 

God this sucks. He has more trauma than this moment. He’s worked through this trauma. Especially after Damian’s death. So why does it still feel like someone’s pouring acid on a stab wound?

Bruce’s hand slipped out of Jason’s as he bolted back towards the hole in the roof, but Dick grabbed his cape before Bruce could drop in. “Bruce, we can’t–”

“Why not? I can save him this time!”

He could hear them talking about embezzlement below. He could hear the obnoxious laughter as the butt of a pistol hit his face. He could feel skin on skin as the goons three times his size beat him up. 

“Because this Jason needs you more.”

He could feel metal against skin. The numbness of the initial hit, followed by the bone deep pain aching across his entire body. “What hurts more? A” crack,  “or B?” thwack, “Forehand,” pop, “Or Backhand?” There was laughter. Just laughter.

“Jason, you need to breathe.” Bruce’s hand supported his right hand from the bottom, “In…” Bruce gently folded each of Jason’s fingers until his hand was in a fist, “and out…” he traced each finger while unraveling them. “In…” Thumb, pointer, middle, ring, pinky, “and out…” Pinky, ring, middle, pointer, thumb. “In…” fold fold fold fold fold “and out…” open open open open open.

“Jason! You’re still alive!”

Jason shook his head. This is not the time for a panic attack. He could do that later. Preferably in the safety of his own apartment. With no one else around to see it. “We’ve gotta move. The bomb’s gonna go off. Two minutes.”

Dick had that look on his face, but turned towards Bruce “B, which way do you come from?”

He looks out in the distance towards a red truck. Dick started towards the opposite direction, shooting his grapple to slow his fall, but Bruce was still looking at the truck.

Jason gripped Bruce’s elbow and pulled him along in the direction Dick went in, “ Gotta get you outta here .” Below, his younger self was echoing the phrase to Sheila.

Lovely juxtaposition. 

Bruce seemed to snap out of it as they swung down, the only thing pushing them forwards was instinct. There was heat pulsing on the back of his neck as darkness engulfed him. His ears rang as the explosion sounded, sending them tumbling.

A weight was holding him down. He could only see darkness. The smell of smoke was wrapping around his throat like a noose. 

He was dying. 

He was dying again . 

Yet, he wasn’t. He could still breathe. The darkness and weight weren’t suffocating, they were familiar. He didn’t realize he was that acquainted with Death. 

No, wait. He’s not dead. He’s breathing. He’s not choking. His lungs aren’t filled with blood. He’s not dying.

The Darkness unraveled around him, and he felt fingers on his wrist. Then his neck. He was looking at a face. He was looking at Bruce, who was searching him head to toe for any injury “Bruce, I’m ok.” 

His ears were ringing though. He didn’t know if it was the explosion, or the panic attack from earlier, but he wants the ringing to stop. He wants to hear whatever threat might come their way.

He pushed Bruce’s hands away, and went to stand so he could assess their surroundings, but was immediately knocked off balance by Dick fussing over him. He swatted him away, “I’m fine.”

The warehouse wasn’t even close to looking like a warehouse anymore. Of course he’s seen it since he’s died, but freshly exploded the building looked… not promising for anyone who was inside. It wasn’t. Anyone who was inside during the explosion was dead.

“Jason! Where are you!”  

It was Bruce, but it sounded farther away than the Bruce that was right next to him. 

His legs started moving forwards without his permission. Until the smell of smoke was too strong. Until he could feel the heat radiating off the rebar. Until…

Until he saw himself. 

Bloody, bruised, burnt. Facedown, weezing, bent at different angles. At 15 he was smaller than Damian was at 12. 

Jason remembered being all alone in his final moments. Knowing Bruce would come, but he’d be too late. Even though he knew Bruce would be too late, he still hoped. He hoped someone would be there to lay him gently to rest.

He found himself on his knees. Next to the young Robin, brushing hair behind his ear. He heard Robin's breath stutter until another rasp overtook him. Mami used to do it when the days weren’t good, but they weren’t bad. Back when he’d go with her while she’d get her cancer treatments. He’d sit in her lap while she brushed his hair behind his ear, and read to him.

Jason focused on the cross that had spilled out from under his Robin suit. “To heaven's gates we wish to fly, out of this world across the sky; To heaven's gates our souls are seeking; the angel's lyres and voices speaking.” He heard gravel crunching behind him, knowing it was Bruce and Dick he continued “To heaven's gates our lifelong journey; not through these halls atop a gurney.

“To heaven's gates you start to weep; reminded I was never yours to keep. To heaven's gates why mourn with sorrow? Morning shall come, there will be a tomorrow. To heaven's gates I view their glory; glancing behind I close my story.” 

He hears the last exhale, and knows. He can feel it in his soul. He knew when his own time was up. When all he could feel was pain, and then the pain suddenly went away. He knew his time was up. He knew there was nothing he could do. “At heaven's gates I find myself; not bruised, not broken, nor on the shelf. At heaven's gates I hear you cry and remind you: this isn't really goodbye.” He gently tucked the cross back into Robin’s suit, and placed a kiss on his forehead. “May holy Mary, the angels, and all the saints come to meet you as you go forth from this life.”

He stood up and turned back to see Dick with tears painting his face, and Bruce who looked shell shocked.

He heard the other Bruce’s footsteps stagger closer, so he dove behind the nearest piece of rubble. 

“Jason?” Bruce reached out for Little Jason’s wrist. For his pulse. “No. No.” Bruce pulled him up, but he was limp in his arms, “Jay? Lad. It’s ok, it’s ok. It’s just me. It’s Bruce. You can stop pretending.” Bruce’s fingers frantically searched little Jay’s neck. Trying to find something that wouldn’t be there “The Joker is gone. You can wake up now.” He cradled him close. Hand supporting his neck like an infant “ Jason, please.” His voice was dangerously wet, “You can’t be gone. You can’t. You can’t. You haven’t finished— you’re not done with— you can’t be done— you have so much more left—” There were shutters throughout Bruce’s body, causing little Jay’s arm to fall out from where he was cradled close. Bruce couldn’t be crying though. Batman couldn’t be crying. Not for him “ Jason… my boy… my son, please. Come back. Come back. I can’t lose you. Please.”

Jason had to turn away. He had to. This wasn’t for him to see. It was for a boy who was now dead.

Everything around them turned too bright. Like they were put into a room where all the walls and the floors were made out of fluorescent lights. Then they were in an alley. A very Gotham looking alley. Covered in snow.

He was regretting giving Dick his jacket, but oh well. 

There was the sound of retching, and when he looked over, Dick was kneeling by a corner of a dumpster, and Bruce had a hand on his back. Except he was staring directly at Jason. 

So, naturally, Jason looked everywhere but Bruce.

Actually, this Alley looked very familiar. It looked a lot like the one he used to squat in when he was freshly homeless. He’s pretty sure if he rounded the dumpster to where Dick and Bruce were, he would find his old shelter of trash bags and cardboard boxes. 

Hold up. 

It’s May in their Gotham. It’s not supposed to be snowing. And they had traveled back. And the super bright light felt the same as the original ray that had sent them back. 

“‘Wing, B–”

“Oh no.” Dick was apparently done throwing up, and was now rustling through the pile, “Kiddo? Can you hear–” There was a sharp inhale, “ Jason?”

“Dick,” He grabbed his elbow to stop him from engulfing his younger self in a hug for warmth. “Dick we’ve gotta go.”

He ripped his arm from Jason’s grasp, and leveled him with an incredulous look, “You’re going to freeze to death.”

Bruce and Dick already somewhat knew. They had assumed, which was rude, because you don’t assume something like that about someone. Besides, he did it because he had to do it. Otherwise he would have frozen to death. And it was only for this winter. He was hiding out in an abandoned apartment building for the rest of the time he was ‘homeless’. “Some…someone comes by.” He shivered and crossed his arms to retain warmth. He hates the cold.

If Dick or Bruce said anything, Jason couldn’t hear them. His ears were still ringing from the blast for some reason.

He shook his head and looked to Bruce for a plan. Except Bruce was still looking at him like he was a ghost. 

Maybe Jason should also be a little shell shocked, but honestly, he could never forget that day. If he’s left alone to think long enough, it’s the only thing he can think of. How he shouldn’t have gone after his Mother. How he shouldn’t have trusted her word. How he shouldn’t have allowed himself to hope that there was someone who would give him unconditional love.

Even Bruce’s love was probably conditional to an extent. He loved Robin, not Jason. And the mission would always come first. Batman would always come first.

Obviously, currently, Batman wasn’t in control, Bruce was trying to grab for the steering wheel, because he was obviously debating actually talking about emotions or repressing them forever and ever and ever. 

Jason groaned, they need a plan of action, “Looks like we keep going further and further into the p-past.” His teeth chattered “I want my Jacket back. You two need civies. T-there’s a Goodwill down the block.” 

Dick unzipped the jacket and handed it to Jason, while slipping under Batman’s cape. 

“Go up, I’ll meet you two on the third story. We were in the other time for like… two hours right? A bit more than that?” It was weird to think how long the Joker took to beat the living shit out of him. It somehow felt simultaneously like seconds and years.

Dick nodded, and reached to his ear, “but switch to line two. Just in case”

Jason reached up to his com to do that, “Can’t believe Mr. Paranoid still uses the same frequency from over 10 years ago.”

Dick snorted, “Not gonna defend yourself, B?”

Bruce just looked at Jason, long and thoughtful. He needed to stop staring. Yes, Jason understood that he was Bruce’s biggest failure. No need to stare at him until he explodes for it.

Yeah, no. This was getting awkward, “I’m gonna–”

“Why didn’t you tell me Sheila betrayed you?” 

Jason felt his eyebrows shoot off of his forehead and into the sun. Bruce? Trying to fix preconceived notions and willingly opening up for a conversation that would definitely involve emotions? 

Jason almost said, Because I was dead , but he didn’t. They just watched him die again, saying that would be cruel, and he needed Bruce to get his head back in the game instead of staring at him like he was about to turn into an apparition.  

Master at compartmentalization my ass . “Can we have this conversation at a different time? Thanks. I’ll be quick.”

And with that, he left for the thrift store.

There was a bitter sense of nostalgia. This was his Gotham. The Gotham he knew before he died. The skyline, the corner stores, the types of small crime that’s still around, but overshadowed by the growing number of crazies in Gotham.

There were even people he remembered who had died years ago. People he couldn’t say goodbye to because he himself had died. 

Right. Clothes.

He was really tempted to get Bruce a Batman shirt for shits and giggles, but who knew how far back they’d go before they managed to get back to their time. So he chose something relatively timeless for both Bruce and Dick. T-shirt, jeans, jacket. No designs that would date them. Also a duffle bag to keep their suits in.

He was just around the corner when Dick spoke into the com.

“Jason, someone’s coming into the alley.”

Now Jason wanted to throw up. He had to close his eyes and tell himself that there were no hands grabbing at him or his clothes. There was not one forcing him to do anything. “Does he have red hair? Balding with a horrible comb over?”

“Yeah.” A beat of silence, “I hate not doing anything. First with the Joker and now with… wait. He’s leaving.”

Jason almost tripped over his boots, but then picked up his pace. “What?”

“He definitely saw you– the younger you. He walked up to you, looked like he was debating something and then walked away.”

He can’t be. In a messed up way, the man saved him. If the man didn’t pimp him out, he would’ve froze to death. He would’ve never fought as hard as he did to find real shelter. He would’ve never lived long enough to meet Bruce. 

Jason rounded the corner into the alley. The man was long gone. Just… leaving little Jason to die.

He knelt next to himself. God, this version of him was even smaller than the one before. If he didn’t know he was supposed to be 10, he would think this kid was eight. His cheeks were sunken from the lack of food, and his face was pale, edging on blue. Hypothermia. Maybe even frostbite at this point.

“Jay, you gotta wake up. It’s too cold for you to fall asleep.” He placed a finger to his neck. 

Ice cold, and pulse too slow, but he cradled himself close, hoping he could will heat back into him. He doesn’t die here. Why is this version of him dying?

Jason placed a hand at the base of his skull, and rubbed circles into his back with the other. He doesn’t remember who used to do that with him, Papi or Bruce, he just remembers nights in the League when all he wanted was that feeling again.

Though, Bruce was holding his dead body like this, so maybe it was him.

He felt his younger counterpart shift the slightest bit in his arms, “ Papi? ” it was barely above a whisper.

Jason knew he looked a lot like him, the only thing that differentiated them from each other was his eyes, and the vitiligo. “ Mi alma.”   My soul . Ironic. God, Papi hasn’t called him that since he was seven. He’d come into their apartment after work– and not the job with Two-Face, his job before that– and be happy to see both him and Mami.

Little Jay gave him a tired smile, that somehow still held the power of the sun. “You came.” Had he always smiled that bright? Even after the streets had hardened him? 

“You needed me.” And he did, but Papi would also be dead with time. 

“‘M tired.” Little Jason wasn’t even shivering. He didn’t even have enough energy to do that. Meaning that, trying to warm him up would be a waste of time. 

“Do… Do you want to rest?” He wasn’t supposed to die here. Yet, he won’t make it. This… this doesn’t make any sense.

Little Jay gave him one slow nod, as he tucked his face into Jason’s chest.

“Alright… Alright. I’ll tell you a story, then. I know you love them.” He took a breath. He couldn’t tell him the poem he had told the 15 year old him. He knew more than one though. “ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood; And sorry I could not travel both; And be one traveler, long I stood, And looked down one as far as I could; To where it bent in the undergrowth.

“Then took the other, as just as fair; And having perhaps the better claim; Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there; Had worn them really about the same,

“And both that morning equally lay; In leaves no step had trodden black; Oh, I kept the first for another day; Yet knowing how way leads on to way; I doubted if I should ever come back.

“I shall be telling this with a sigh; Somewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—” He could feel the last of life simmer out. Like someone had placed a lid on top of a candle. “I took the one less traveled by; And that has made all the difference. ” He placed a kiss into Little Jay's forehead and cleared his throat, “May holy Mary, the angels, and all the saints come to meet you as you go forth from this life.”

Bruce and Dick climbed down from the fire escape. 

Neither of them said anything for a moment, until Bruce spoke up, “Not time travel. Alternate Realities.”

It was like saying the words spurred up the bright lights around them. 

This is going to be worse than that time with Rayner.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi Clan!

How are you?

I have a FNAC 2 oneshot request, being Withered New Candy x Nightguard! Gender Neutral! Reader.

Y/N lost the bet so they have to spend their first night at the abandonned factory, but when they realize they aren't alone, they panic. When they notice it is Candy and Co, they have a flashback to themselves when they were a child, loving to spend time in Candy's restaurant, where they lost their toy, but Candy finds it and brings it back to Y/N.

They are happy to see them again, but when Candy attacks them, not recognizing them, Y/N panics, thinking it was their time to die. But at the last moment, Candy's remaining eye remembers Y/N, remembering finding their lost toy, and hugs Y/N, as he's happy to see them again.

And it ends with Y/N meeting Cindy and the rest of the gang, happy to meet their heroes once again. :)

Do you like my request? Will you do it?

Hi! I appreciate you waiting for this one! <3

..........

"You kidding? They couldn't have bothered to turn on the lights for me?" Annoyed, you just shook your head in dismay, flickering on the cheap company-owned flashlight you owned and looking down the dark hall.

After losing a bet to your fellow coworkers, you were forced to take over the nightshift at Rowboatics Corp. Factory for an entire week.

Whoever last worked here was kind enough to leave you a note on how all the phone lines and the security camera system were still online. But the final line had you confused:

"Make sure nothing gets in or out"

Obviously, you understood that meant no unauthorized personnel were allowed inside....but as to what could possibly get out remained a mystery to you.

Then again, they were probably another coworker who was convinced this place was "haunted" at night. And you're not entirely opposed to that idea considering its history of casualties.

You recalled reading an article on two young twins who somehow snuck in here, only to get killed by the animatronic assembly machine. The nightguard at the time apparently fell asleep, unaware of what was happening until it was much too late.

Although you wondered how and why two little kids would ever go to such a creepy factory all by themselves, you knew you couldn't make that same mistake. So you made sure to stay awake the entire night by any means neccessary.

For now though, all was quiet. You just relaxed in your chair, pulling up the security feed to survey the building's layout. You weren't a fan of the fact that you were stationed in the central hall with so much space....but you had nobody to complain to except yourself.

'At least it's not a claustrophobic office space..though I'd feel slightly safer...' You thought, before shrugging it off.

As half an hour passed...nothing remarkable happened. The only things you saw on the cameras were rats scurrying out from the shadows, sneaking under shelves and crates and whatnot.

When 1AM rolled around, however---

[CONNECTION LOST]

The camera you were viewing abruptly went offline, startling you. And you wondered if somebody else was here trying to sabotage the footage.

What if there were robbers?

You weren't exactly trained to deal with that.

[RECONNECTING...]

When the system rebooted, you nearly jumped out of your skin upon seeing...Candy?

No. It was Cindy.

You recognized her by the lavender fur. She was staring right up at the camera lens, and you could see the damage to her body done by time and improper upkeep: evident by her exposed endoskeleton pieces and the fact she was missing an eye.

'How is she still active?' Bewildered, you just stared right back at her, before finally realizing this is what the note warned you about:

The animatronics. They shouldn't get out for any reason.

And there's probably a reason why the phones were left on, as they were able to easily lure Cindy to them..

In order to keep them as far away from you as possible.

...........

The second night at Rowaboatics was more or less the same, except Chester started walking around, attempting to break into one of the vents that led directly to your office space. He was trying to tear the grate off, and he almost succeeded-

Until you rang the phone to startle him out of the room, running so fast he was almost like a blur.

Eventually, he found another way to you and showed up in the central hall for the first time. You were in disbelief at his even worse condition: the material around his upper face was completely gone, leaving his endoskeleton head visible and no eyes at all.

It was creepy as shit, but luckily he didn't get any closer to your desk, as you discreetly called another phone line and he followed the sound.

Somehow you fooled him yet again.

Of course, the animatronics would always go to rooms where noise was loudest. It was coded into them, so they couldn't resist it even if they knew nobody else was here but you.

Cindy, on the other hand, was a bit of a nuisance in that she'd try to temporarily cut off power to those phones, but you've anticipated her path in the factory, so she was easy to keep at bay.

It was the third night when things started to get real.

And by that, it meant Candy himself activated and joined the fray, aimlessly wandering the facility until he became aware of your presence. He was in a similar condition as his sister, but obviously wasn't looking to spend any time with her or sing little duets.

He was trying to get to you by any means necessary.

While making you feel uneasy, seeing him and the rest of the gang walking around does bring a smile to your face, taking you back to a happier time...

A time that made you feel like you had a genuine connection with these characters, especially the mascot himself..

--

"Where is it?! I know it was here!!!"

There you were, little panic-striken you, running around the Candy's Burgers & Fries' dining room like a headless chicken as you searched high and low for your missing plushie.

You left it on your seat by accident, remembering it just as you got into the car. Luckily, your guardian allowed you to go back inside to search, but only for five minutes. And as those minutes ticked down, you worried that you'll never get to see it again...especially when you saw it disappeared from the seat.

But before you could get too upset, you heard familiar thumping mechanical footsteps and turned around, looking up at Candy. Your eyes shimmered with hope that he could help you out. He didn't seem like he had a show to run to, thank goodness.

"Candy!! H-Have you seen the toy I left right here? It looks like..." You trailed off, watching as he kneeled down in front of you, smiling as he moved his hand out from behind his back to reveal....

Your long lost plushie!

"That's it!! Thank you! Thank you, Candy!!" You grinned, taking it from him.

He nodded, but before he could stand back up, you hugged him around the neck. You didn't care if it was against the rules to touch the animatronics..you were just too happy right now to worry about an adult scolding you.

Candy didn't seem to mind it at all, as he hugged you back just as tightly, smiling from ear-to-ear.

"Of course, little kit! Your best pal Candy will always be here to help!"

--

"I'm here to help-p-p-"

"Ah!!" Jumping at the loud clanking footsteps, you were snapped out of reminiscence and stared straight ahead at the withered mascot, who somehow got into the hall.

His voice was miraculously still functioning, but you weren't smiling at all this time around.

Considering the way he looked at you with such a dead one-eyed stare...it's obvious he didn't recognize you whatsoever.

You tried calling one of the phones, yet he didn't react to the noise at all. For a moment his head did twitch, as though trying to resist his programmed response to search for it.

Unfortunately for you, he succeeded.

You were in his sights and he couldn't be fooled this time around.

He stalked closer and closer to your desk. You knew you couldn't run anywhere, as another animatronic could catch up to you easily, so you tried staying as still as possible.

'Shit..this is what I get for daydreaming on the job..' You shuddered, wondering what was going to happen next.

Was he going to attack you? Kill you?

You didn't think that would be possible for a robot that's made to protect guests and employees of a children's restaurant....

But as Candy lurched forward and slammed his hands onto the desk, growling mechanically, you realized those protocols were most likely corrupted. For all he knew, you were a dangerous criminal who was going to cause trouble in this factory.

And he was ready to eliminate the threat.

There was nothing but an old desk protecting you from him.

Yet you were too afraid to look away, fearing he'll lunge if you made any sudden movements. But while staring back at him, you noticed his remaining eye continuously focusing, his pupil size shifting. You could hear the clicking of his jaw as it opened and closed, recognizing this as the animatronic's way of scanning somebody's potential criminal database.

Then....

He spoke again, sounding less threatening and more like his old self.

"[Y/n]...? L-L-Little...kit....?"

At first, you were in total shock, before a huge smile overtook your face. "Y-Yeah..it's me, Candy." You answered nervously. "You..remember me?"

As it turns out, his memories weren't lost after all, as he stood up straight and smiled back, nodding his head. You couldn't contain your joy and relief that he recognized you, hopping out of your seat to hug him.

He was surprised, but soon hugged you right back. It was quick one in case his joint motors locked up or accidentally crushed you, though he felt happy to share a hug with one of his favorite patrons again.

"Look at you..all-l-l grown up.." He marveled as he let you go, identifying the name tag on your security jacket. "A nightguard?"

"Yep. I'm a guard now." Chuckling, you looked around the facility, frowning slightly when you gazed back at Candy's withered condition. "What happened to you guys? Did they just...forget to fix you?"

"..fix us....? No...we were too broken to them-m-m." He shook his head. "Too dangerous...too unstable..."

"Dangerous? Unstable? You? I don't buy it." You huffed, unable to believe the technicians simply gave up on repairing them. "Nothing's ever "too broken" to fix."

".....that's what I-I told them....but-t...as time went on, we lost hope..." He sighed, before he perked up, his ears twitching as his smile returned. "But now you're here, [y/n]....and...they want to see you. Come on-n-n!"

With excitement in his glitchy voice, Candy began walking away, and you hesitantly followed him. You kept the flashlight with you, unsure of where he was leading you to.

Though when you heard more animatronic noises, you stopped short, fear seizing every inch of you. "C-Candy, I don't think it's a good idea. They don't remember me like-"

"We haven't seen a h-human in a long time, but o-once they see you...they'll remember-r-r," he promised. "My friends a-and I will keep you safe."

While you were still uncertain about trusting him this quickly, you bravely entered the room behind him, immediately seeing Cindy, Chester, Blank, and Penguin all gathered there.

The latter two were in horrible condition, with the drawing animatronic's usual doodles being washed off, and the poor waiter's sweet blue eyes and beak being completely gone.

Yet true to their leader's word, they expressed no hostilities towards you unlike they did the first two nights.

In fact they acted the exact opposite, being happy that the child who used to visit them was now working at the factory--although you didn't have the heart to tell them you only took this shift because of a stupid bet.

But maybe losing that bet wasn't so bad after all.

This place wasn't haunted. It was just full of lonely, broken animatronics who hoped to see their best friend again; animatronics who needed a light in their dark, dark world...

And you brought that back to them.

[caffiend-queen]

There’s No Saying Goodbye To Me

Chapter Eight: Parallel Lives

In which you finally find out who’s been sleeping in your bed.

Chapter 7 here

“Sweetheart-”

“Doll-”

“Both of you! Shut the hell up!” You scrabbled backward, awkwardly, looking a bit like a drunken crab as they tried to follow you. “I don’t care if you kill me anymore. Just have the common fucking decency-” to your fury, your voice broke. It was hard to know which emotion battling it out would land on top, but there was horror, betrayal, heartbreak, and a kind of nausea that you had no fucking idea who - or what - these two were. Were they really human? Were they just a more pleasingly formed version of the smoke entity? Did you just say that out loud?

“No! Sweetheart, no, we’re not like… that. We’re human, like you,” Steve said urgently, his hand hovering but not quite touching you. 

Yes, you did say that out loud.

Bucky was sitting a few feet away, legs and arms lax and still, like he’d just fallen on his ass from where he stood.

Putting a hand up, you took a few deep breaths, “Okay. Let’s start again. Ever since that sick fuck Thanos and the Infinity Stones, there’s been a fair amount of intelligence about time travel. Based on what I’ve seen from you and the others, there’s para…”

What the hell am I saying? This is insane, you thought, but the remains of that smoke thing are currently rotting on the beach.

“There’s parallel worlds, aren’t there?” Your face was burning hot but you were shaking, your skin chilly and your arms and legs didn’t feel attached to your body. “Parallel universes? Where everything is just slightly off from the next version?”

Bucky stood up stiffly, walking like an old man into the house and returning with a glass of water for you. “Tell her,” he said, not looking over at Steve.

“There’s a parallel universe,” he finally admitted, “at least one we know of, ours.”

You felt like a fist had seized your insides and was twisting them. “How many of you are here?”

Steve balanced on the balls of his feet, trying to angle closer to you without sending you into another crab-like scuttle. “We knew about your Earth for decades, but we could never figure out how to travel here. But The Snap… decimated your people, I know, but when the Avengers here were able to defeat Thanos and reverse The Snap, thousands- tens of thousands of your people had died in the resultant shockwave. It was then we found a parallel fold in space we could use to come here, using the Tesseract. Our Tesseract.  But only for the people whose parallel selves had died here. We were able to slip in nearly half our planet’s population to replace those who perished.”

“But…” You mindlessly combed your tangled hair with shaky fingers, “but Steve survived, right? My Steve? He went back in time with the stones.”

This Steve’s face turned cold and furious at the mention of his twin, but he held his temper. “He did. He’s playing house with Peggy right now.”

This time, it felt like that fist had yanked your heart out of your chest. You looked down, trying to hide your humiliation, your heartbreak. It was true. Your Steve, your fiance, the man you’d given your virginity and your heart - he didn’t want them. He’d thrown you away for another shot with Peggy. He was really gone, without a single look back at you.

“But…” he inched closer, “I didn’t run away. I came here for you.”

Rubbing at your wet cheeks with the back of your hand, you asked, “Why did it take so long with you if everyone else just… you know, slipped into place?”

“We had to make sure that this world’s Steve couldn’t return from the past.”

“How many of the other Avengers are your people? Dr. Banner, I’m certain of.”

The men exchanged a long glance. It was Bucky who spoke this time. “Nearly all of them. Peter, Wanda, Hawkeye, Sam… but our Natasha and Tony will be in the next parallel transfer. One of the last. They wanted to wait to make sure they could get as many of our people out as possible.”

“Wait,” you were trying to make your brain work again, to follow the patterns and equations here. “Why do you keep making this sound so final? And how could half of your population be able to transfer when we only lost - what did you say? Tens of thousands?”

Steve sighed, putting out his hand, and you stared at it. It looked like your Steve’s hand; square, strong, calloused with long artist’s fingers. “Will you come and sit down? I promise we’ll tell you anything you want to know. But you look incredibly uncomfortable crouched in the corner like that.”

 You were sitting in one of the nicely cushioned deck chairs, a cup of peppermint tea cooling in your slack grasp. Bucky and Steve were still streaked with soot and filth and whatever… that thing was. They’d finished half a bottle of vodka between them- “Because someone here used all my Scotch to firebomb the entity,” Steve just had to get the little jab in.

“Start with that… that thing.” You pointed at the ashy remains of the smoke monster.

“That,” Steve said flatly, “is why there are so few of us left to come here. Our Thanos event - for lack of a better phrase - was something one of our space flights picked up as an organic sample from our moon about twenty years ago. It… regenerated?” He looked to Bucky for help, who nodded. “The entire team was torn apart by the time the ship re-entered the atmosphere. It crash landed in a remote section of the Atlantic Ocean and they managed to grow in numbers and size before they attacked.”

Bucky slowly ran both hands through his hair, as if attempting to comfort himself. “They killed nearly twenty million people before we could even launch a defense.” He chuckled humorlessly, “What you saw? That was a baby.”

You put your head on your knees, suddenly light-headed. “Have any of these things gotten through before?”

“No,” Steve looked shaken. You’d never seen your boyfriend look all shaken up, but- oh, wait. This wasn’t your Steve. Of course, this Steve actually stuck around while your Steve scampered back in time without so much as a goodbye, so… 

“I bought this island specifically for the vortex - it doesn’t lead to our world, but there’s something in the polarity that can let unwanted visitors in, not just the smoke entities.”

“Another point of weakness that appeared Post-Snap,” Bucky added. “But we can close it. We just have to hold the line until the last of our people make it through.”

Were you crazy? Had these two finally made your sanity snap like a biscotti? Because it somehow made sense. You were a scientist, not a physicist or an expert in space and time travel, but you’d read enough classified documents under Fury’s regime to know that what they were saying was not out of the realm of possibility. That it was definitely within the range of probable.

“Wait,” you took a shaky gulp of tea. “You said the last of your people who could come through. What happens to the rest of your people? The ones who have a double here, so they can’t come?”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. “They stay,” Steve said, his expression bleak. “We’re losing our world, it’s only a matter of time. There’s no defense left against the entities, even if we had millions more to fight. This was our chance to save as many people as we could from our Earth.”

“But- what about the kids? The babies? The…” Your protest died off. “There’s nothing? They can’t be saved?”

Bucky crouched by your chair, taking your hands in his. ‘We all knew what it meant when we found the way to fold space into a parallel. We knew. Most parents are staying with their kids who can't come over, even if there’s a place for the adults here, but…”

“This is fucking horrible.” There were tears streaming down your face but you didn’t notice until your hand swiped your cheek. “There’s no way? It can’t be-”

Steve chuckled bitterly. “Sure. We bring them all here. We crush the standards of the singularity that allowed parallel travel. Everyone here dies.” He gave you a twisted little smile. “It’ll please you to know that our Nick Fury will be staying behind.”

You smiled despite yourself. “I’ll bet he’s even crabbier than our Director Fury.”

“You have no idea,” Bucky chuckled. 

You grip his hands tighter. “How can you laugh, knowing what’s happening?”

“Because this has been our reality for most of our lives, our modern-day lives, I mean, Steve's and mine,” he was serious again. “Everyone in our world knew what was happening, the tide turned about ten years ago in favor of the entities. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time. The Post-Snap singularity… it was a miracle for us.”

“But…” you felt the chill spreading over you, even in the evening sun. “That entity, the one you called a baby? If it got here, what’s to stop more? If they can get into the ocean here, they can start the same saltwater breeding colony, right?”

“That’s one of the reasons we’re here.” Bucky gave you a pointedly salacious grin, letting you know the other reason they were here on this island.

“You know we’re talking about life and death and you’re making this all dirty?” Incredulous. You were incredulous that this shameless bastard was pulling this right now. Also, that it was working, just a little bit.

“We’ve been dealing with death and the end of our Earth for decades, sweetheart,” Steve answered you. “We take our good moments where we can get them.”

“That makes sense,” you admit with a sigh. “This is… just a lot. It’s a lot.” It was true. When you thought being held captive here was the worst thing that could happen, you were so completely wrong. Parallel worlds? Smoke monsters? A vortex? These two men were not even from here. You put your head down on the table, nearly knocking over your tea.

“I think you could probably use a shot of vodka more than the tea,” You could tell Steve was trying to hold back a laugh. “But I think food is going to be more important.”

“I’m going to contact Tony and Natasha,” Bucky murmurs, “I think they need to parallel here instead of at the Compound.”

There’s blissful silence on the stone deck for a minute. Just you, the seagulls, and the waves crashing onshore. But when your head comes up off the table, the sun is setting and the shadows from the trees grow longer, stretching over the house that is suddenly your only safe haven.

“You’re wearing the expression of someone expecting the worst.” Steve is back, with a tray of sandwiches and slices of mango, pineapple, and kiwi. Putting the food down, he easily lifts you and puts you on his lap, facing the ocean and holding up a chunk of fruit. “Open up.”

You stare at the fruit, the juice dripping on his fingers. “I’m not really hungry, that… the smoke thing kind of killed my appetite.”

“I know,” he said. 

Was that a kind, understanding tone? You wondered, Actual, real emotions?

“Bucky and I learned fast how to eat when there was food, and sleep when there was enough safety to allow it,” he mused, “which is why I’m suggesting the same to you.”

Giving in, you leaned over, taking the mango from his fingers into your mouth, aware that he was watching every movement. The taste exploded on your tongue, so vivid that you felt like you were tasting the very color of the mango. 

“It’s funny,” you laughed, “I remember you telling me the same thing about you and Bucky growing up poor in Brooklyn, and how you’d-” His body stiffened under yours, but his expression was impassive. “I’m so sorry, truly. That was thoughtless.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m not mad that you’re combining our history, so much of it is the same. I’m fucking furious that the weak bastard left you. But if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” He made a helpless kind of shrug.”I remember watching the monitor, seeing the timeline shift, knowing it meant I could come here, but knowing he’d just broken your heart.”

Absently, you picked up a couple of sandwiches, handing one to him. “What am I like in your world? I’m guessing a lot tougher if she can handle you.” It was the most disorienting thing, imagining another you.

“There isn’t.” Steve took a bite and chewed, “Another you, I mean. Everything our research showed was that everyone there had a parallel here. Except for you. When we studied you and how close you were to the…” his mouth tightened, “the Steve here, I tried to search for your parallel in our world. There’s no record of you ever having been born. The more Bucky and I searched for you on our planet, the more we felt connected to you. That you were precious.”

You pulled away from his warm chest. “You haven’t treated me that way. You’ve treated me like an object.” 

He’s silent for a long time, and you wondered if this was the end of your fragile truce.

His brow was furrowed, and for once, Steve didn’t look completely confident, or condescending, or scary. He looked… human? “For a long time, there wasn’t ever room to be soft,” he said slowly, “even before I went into the ice. There was never time. For anything but survival. All you had was what you took. I’ve been watching you - Bucky and I have been watching you for two years. In my mind, we were already together.” Steve chuckled, “Bucky sucker-punched me in my kidneys this afternoon. I’m sure he’d have tried to do worse to me for locking you up, if we hadn’t had the entity break through the vortex.”

Just Steve mentioning the hellish two weeks you’d spent in isolation made you stiffen and get off his lap. He didn’t move to stop you, but he put out his hand. 

“I don’t know how to do… this,” he finally said. “But I want to learn. I can tell you I love you, and I do. But that’s not what I’ve shown you, is it?”

It takes a couple of tries to get a single word out. “No,” you finally manage.

His hand dropped, and Steve nodded. “This is a dangerous time. The risk of the entities breaking through, and the last of the parallel space folds. We have to destroy the corridor between our world and find a way to close the vortex. I’ll…” he stands up, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll message the compound to send a pickup for you. They’ll take you back to Washington. My only condition is that you hold off from telling Fury what’s going on. I know we’ll have to tell him everything after the last transport is through and we close any connection between the two worlds.”

“But if you close it…” you watched his face go slack with grief. It was just like your- this earth’s Steve, you meant - that Steve’s face whenever anyone raged at him or wept after the Snap. When you knew he was torturing himself for all the lives he thought he should have saved. 

Before he became a heartless prick, your spiteful voice added.

“If you close it,” you pushed on, “that means no one else can come here. They’re trapped with the entities? Forever?”

“Yes.”

It was Bucky, leaning against the terrace wall. 

“But…” you floundered, “our scientists here, our weapons, surely there’s something you haven’t tried that-”

“Doll,“ Bucky said, “we had our own Tony Stark. He stayed behind for months longer than he needed to, trying to find an answer we’d missed. Banner’s been pulling weapons data and schematics from here. We… there’s nothing else.”

There’s dead silence between the three of you, and then you remembered something. “That may not be the case,” you pondered. “I’ve seen something that I’m pretty sure Dr. Banner hasn’t.” There was a cautious hope blooming in your chest. It could be nothing, but…

It was still hope.

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New Opportunities

Characters: Sonya Ryan, John Clark, Domingo Chavez, Gerry Hendley, Aurelia Arnot, Dr. Harishva „Harry“ Pandey, Eliza "Ash" Cohen, Jordan Trace, mention of Jack Ryan Sr., Jack Ryan Jr., Dominic Caruso and Bartosz "Barry" Jankowski aka Midas

Warnings: mention of death by fire, anxiety, mention of torture, scars

AN: biggest thank you to @scentedcandleibex 💜 I couldn't have done it without you

picture credit to the rightful owners

Sonya wasn‘t expecting much this Sunday morning as she walked through the empty corridors of her workplace. The Campus, was an “off the books” intelligence organization and private military company that was established by her father, Jack Ryan Sr., back in 2001 when he was the president of The United States.

As Sonya walked into the office, she realized that this Sunday morning, the office was pretty full, as everyone had the weekend off, due to their last mission in South Korea. Sonya and her twin brother, Jack Ryan, decided to stay up that night and work on some stuff that had been overdue. That morning, they both realized they needed some papers that were in the office. Sonya decides that she will be the one to get the papers, and get some breakfast for her and her brother, Jack, while she is out. Sonya was more than happy to get some fresh waffles from one of her favorite bakeries, along with getting some good tea.

Sonya now sees a random man and woman standing and hanging out in front of her boss’ office. The woman looked to be in her early thirties and had long red hair and sunglasses. The man had short hair and glasses that looked to be out of some sort of Steampunk book or movie. And he was HOT. Sonya could feel herself growing uncomfortable at these thoughts. It was at this moment that Sonya realized that she never put any make-up on today, the scars and runes on her face being more noticeable (though even with make-up, Sonya’s scars and rune would be noticeable given how deep they are), Sonya cursed to herself at her sudden realization. Sonya’s scars were daily reminders of how she was not able to save her late husband from his terrible and tragic fate. Sonya walks to her computer, nodding to the man and woman, greeting the two. The man and woman looked unfazed at Sonya’s appearance, the two nodding back.

While looking for the documents that Sonya and her brother needed, she could sense the red haired woman studying her. Despite the red-haired woman’s shades, her gaze was intense. “Can I help you with something, ma’am?” Sonya questions. The shaded red-haired woman tilts her head to the side. “Yeah… sure.” The woman then takes a short breath. “You’re Sonya Ryan, right?” The man’s head turns towards the red-haired woman, a mix of shock and confusion written on his face. “Oh no…” Sonya mumbles to herself, surprised that anyone in the office this Sunday morning actually knew her name. The red-haired woman nodded to the man that was standing beside her, and knocked on the door that they were standing in front of, opening it. Sonya could hear their voices fading as the man and woman entered the room. After a few moments, Sonya leaves the room.

As Sonya continued to look for the files that her and her twin needed, Jon Clark stepped into the room. The female Ryan twin looking at him confused. John Clark had told her that he was going to take the weekend off and do something with his wife since he doesn’t get to spend too much time with her anymore. He was so serious about spending time with his wife, but yet he was there at the office.

“Hey, John, is everything alright? Why are you here?” Sonya’s voice was full of concern as the questions left her lips. “I could ask you the same question! It’s a Sunday, but yet you’re here at the office.” John questions back towards Sonya. Sonya scratches her head. “Umm… yeah… so…” Sonya stammers. “Me and Jack are trying to fish up some things…” This causes Clark to sigh loudly and shake his head. “Sonya, please, it’s Sunday, I told you and your brother to take a break.” The older man speaks as he walks towards her. “And now here you are, at your desk, searching for some folders.” Clark’s words cause Sonya to think for a moment. Maybe she did need a break. Especially after all of the long missions that she’s been on over a short period of time. The first mission was in China, the next mission was in South America, the last one being in Serbia. This life wasn’t easy and was far from being safe. One of her teammates had gotten shot during the mission in South America and almost died in the middle of the jungle. Sonya thought about everything for a moment, when she remembered about the two strangers whom she had seen in front of her boss’ office. “Those people over there, who are they?” Sonya asks cautiously. “They’re with Rainbow.” Clark answers. “With Rainbow? But, I thought…” Before Sonya can finish her sentence, John Clark stops her. “Yeah, Rainbow is back.” Sonya sensed that John had wanted to tell her more, but something stopped him from doing so. Something was definitely going on, and Sonya didn’t know if it was a good or bad sign. Two operators being here at the office, that was something big. John Clark was the leader and founder of Rainbow for years, maybe they wanted him back?

Fuck!

“You are not leaving us!” Clark looked at her, stunned. Before John could find the right words to finish his sentence, another surprise came out of the room. Domingo Chavez, John Clark’s son-in-law and another former member of Rainbow. He was one of the leaders of the two teams that Rainbow had at the time. “Come on Sonya, we need to talk.” Clark says, a trace of uncertainty in his voice. This was odd for Clark as he usually hid his feelings pretty well adapting into a situation. “About what?” “Just come into the office.”

In her boss’ office were three people with two empty chairs beside them, most likely for Clark and Chavez. Her boss, Gerry Hendley, sat behind his desk, Aurelia Arnot sitting in front of him. The Ryan twin knew the older woman because of her father. When Sonya’s father was still president, she had met several hundreds of politicians, among them being Aurelia Arnot. Behind Arnot was a man, a man that was younger than her. In the man’s lap was a notepad, where Sonya could see that he had already taken some notes on it. Clark then brought in a chair for Sonya into the room, the young woman sat down and thanked Clark.

“Hello, Miss Ryan. Long time no see.” Arnot greeted as Sonya sat next to her.

Sonya sat in the chair beside Arnot, Clark and Chavez sitting behind the two women. Arnot took the lead and spoke again. “I heard about your husband, and I’m deeply sorry. I heard a lot of good things about him” Sonya took a deep breath at the woman’s words. She could feel Clark shift behind her.

“Thank you. He was a good man…” The widow murmured about her husband. Her husband’s death that fell in the hands of this cult, was the most traumatizing thing she had to endure. Sometimes Sonya could still hear his screams. Sometimes she could still smell the odor of his burning flesh. Sonya then noticed the unknown man in the room jotting something down on his notepad.

“Has Mr. Clark already told you about this?”

“That leads me to my question, what on Earth is going on here?”

“It’s about Rainbow.” Clark states.

“I don’t understand. Clark nor Chavez are leaving for Rainbow, so what is this meeting about?”

“I’ll make my explanation of this situation short. I am the current leader of Rainbow, Rainbow starting up again in 2015 after a few attacks around the globe. As of now, we have different teams in different countries. Countries like Germany, Russia, England, and America with the FBI.” After the older woman’s statement, the room became tense.

“And right now, I’m currently looking for more people with different abilities and gadgets to join our team, and Clark gave me a few candidates.” “So, this is about Midas?” A former member of Delta Force. He was the leader of his own team, but later retired and joined Campus. He is the living definition of badass but he didn’t have any gadgets. Sonya didn’t get an answer to her question, so she brought up more candidates.

“Caruso?” Her cousin. “Jack?” Sonya asked, but she still didn’t receive an answer. Midas was a perfect candidate for this role. Even Caruso was perfect, with him being an FBI agent with several years of experience. Jack was an analyst and an operating officer. He was trained by a former Rainbow operator several years back. He was also a big part of the Campus.

There was a pause in the room. The Ryan twin could feel the tension rising. She could feel that Clark and Chavez were growing uncomfortable behind her. That was when she realized it. The instinct she got from her time as an FBI agent kicked in. Sonya’s mood changed rapidly.

No… goddamn it Clark!

Sonya turns around in her chair, eyes filled with hate and anger. “Fuck you, Clark!” were the first words she spat out. Not Midas or even Clark would be joining Rainbow. She, Sonya Ryan, was on the list and was the one selected. She was so angry with him, even though he was her mentor and good friend, right now she just saw him as a huge idiot.

“No!” Sonya screamed, filling like he was screaming at the world. “I’m not going to join Rainbow.” Sonya states, turning around in her chair.

“Sonya, please-” Clark started, but Sonya was fast to shut him up.

Aurelia looked at her, her face showing no surprise. She expected this answer. “Sonya, please, I selected you because of your gadgets and abilities. You’re perfect for this position.”

“No, I’m not!” Sonya could see through her teary eyes, the man taking more notes on this notepad.

Her gadgets being perfect for Rainbow? Her abilities? Now that was the funniest thing that Sonya had ever heard. A gadget whose only purpose was to block an open door with electricity. Nothing too special really, especially nothing special for Rainbow. No purpose for this elite organization.

Sonya could feel panic rising in her chest. The same feeling she had when her and her late husband realized he was going to die. That he would die a painful death. That she could do nothing to save him. That she would see his flesh melting in front of her. Sonya could feel her ears starting to ring and a nauseous feeling in her stomach. To Sonya, this situation felt unfair. Midas, a former Delta Force, would be much better for this position. Hell, even her own twin brother would’ve been a much better choice than her.

“I’m sorry, Miss Arnot…” Sonya began with teary eyes. “I-I’m not perfect for this job. I’m still not mentally suitable for this sort of job. Thank you for the kind offer, but I have to decline.” Sonya then stood up, just wanting to run away from this situation. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to just go home, take a shower and sleep. “We can help you with anything you need. Teeth, scars, mental stability, we have trained professionals ready to help.” Miss Arnot then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a business card. “Feel free to call me anytime.”

The only thing Sonya could do was nod. Sonya took the card the Arnot gave to her, and said her goodbyes before leaving the room. The two Rainbow operators were still waiting in the same spot as before Sonya’s meeting. Without any hesitation, Sonya took all of her stuff from her office and left the building.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐮𝐧 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Nordic 5 X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: Returning home from a regular day at school, MC spends the evening bonding with her precious family.

Word Count: 3,130

"I'm home!" You shouted as you arrive back from school. Weird, Matthias usually hugs me to death when I arrive. "[Name]!!!" The Dane's voice rang inside the large house. Your body freezes as you stood there without any movements. You regret shouting about your arrival, but you needed to because your older brothers would know that you're home. Suddenly, Matthias came running to you and then tackled you to a hug. "Ack!" You spluttered out as you accidentally throw your bag away. "Oh [Name], I miss you so much" Matthias cooed as he rubbed his face on your back, you closed your eyes as your body came into contact with the cold floor. Ouch!

Then, you sensed the murderous aura of your older brother, Lukas. He appeared behind the two of you then you sweat-dropped. Uh oh... Lukas didn't hesitate to pull the Dane's tie tightly, pulling him off you as he chokes. You stood up then dusted your uniform and grab your bag. "C-can-'t b-b-b-br-brea-the N-N-N-Norge!!"  Matthias choke out, but the Norwegian didn't stop. "A note for you. Don't you dare touch either [Name] or Cathrine. Ever" He said as he released his tie. "I... understand..." The Dane panted.

Cathrine, she was your younger sister. The two of you were being adopted by the Nordics, but you were in the household before she is. You found her wandering around town when you went out to buy food, then you decided to adopt her too. She is 13 years old while you're 17, you had the same age as the youngest Nordic in the family, Emil. Even though the two of you had the same age, the two of you weren't close because you always tease him like what Lukas and others would do. But he is close to Cathrine, and you sometimes spotted him blushing because of her. Cathrine is innocent and very smart for a child. Yes, all in the Nordic household cared for the youngest in the family, and all of you call her a child even though she denies it. She is excellent at violin and piano while you're excellent at [favorite instrument]. She had black long hair and was always tied into twin tails, her bangs is long and covered the right side of her face, as well as two short hair on either side of her head.

"Okaeri, Onee-sama" Cathrine greeted you as she appeared out of nowhere. "Gah! Oh... Cathrine, please don't scare me like that" You gasped as you heard your younger sister's voice. Well, she is not Japanese, she's just excellent at foreign languages. And yeah, she knows how to use magic, the Norwegian taught her so. While you're not, you don't have time to practice magic. "Jeg beklager..." She muttered sadly. "Ei se mitään" You smiled. "I'm going to prepare your favorite snacks" She smiled and then skipped off. "Well, the two of them are cute together that I wanted to squish them to death," Matthias said, you turned to him exactly when Lukas started to choke him again. He never learns...

You went to your room upstairs and then changed your clothes. You wore a [favorite color]-colored T-shirt and black denim. You tied your hair into [favorite hairstyle] and then exited the room. Once you went down, you were welcomed by the scent of your favorite snack. The plate was sitting on the table with your favorite snack on, besides that was a cup of earl grey tea. You sat on the chair and then started to munch on your snack. Wait a sec! I haven't noticed either Lukas or Matthias when I went down. Where could they be? 

"Hi [Name]" Emil greeted with his usual bored tone as he went inside the dining room to grab some licorice hidden under the tablecloth. "Why do you put it there? It is a very obvious place to hide your licorice" You asked as you watched him. "Shut up. I don't hide my licorice here, Cathrine needed some help in searching for her missing licorice" Emil said as he grabbed the candy from under the tablecloth. "Why? What happened?" You asked as you took a bite of your snack. "Cathrine was practicing magic but accidentally made the licorice disappear. Lukas said that the magic would make one object disappear and reappear at some place" Emil explained as he headed back to the living room. "Oh, okay. By the way, it was big brother" You said as you drank your tea. "Shut up! I would never call him that!" Emil shouted.

After you finished with your snack, you placed the dishes in the sink and washed them. After that, you wiped your hands using a towel then went upstairs to do your homework. You opened the door of your room then entered inside and locked it. You got your Home Economics notebook from your bag and opened the page. "Hm... Let's see... What are the procedures to make a wooden cabinet?" You said as you played with your pen. Darn! I forgot my book at school! It's inside the locker! Wait! There isn't any answer to the question here, damn!

"Argh!" You groaned as you tugged your hair in frustration. Then you saw your other older brother, Berwald, making some furniture outside the house. Maybe Berwald can help me with this. You got your things and headed downstairs and outside. You saw the Swede busy hammering some nails. He saw you and you stood straight. "What do you need, [Name]?" He asked as he stopped what he was doing. "I... Um... Well... I need your help with my homework" You said nervously as you looked away.

"Is it about furniture?" He asked, you nodded. He motioned you to sit on one chair he had outside, and you obeyed as he sat too. "What is it about?" He asked you. "Well... It was all about how to make a cabinet. You know that I don't know much about furniture" You told him, and he nodded. After that, you told him about your other homework and he would answer it for you. After that, you thanked him as you entered the house and he continue with his work.

You went back to your room as you returned your things to your bag, and headed downstairs afterward. You saw your Finnish brother, Tino, cooking food cause it is nearly evening. "Hi Tino, may I help you with something?" You asked him. "Oh hi there [Name], of course, you may. Please chop these vegetables" He told you as he chopped the meat. "Okay!" You smiled as you chopped the vegetables.

"Jeg hader dig!" Cathrine's voice echoed inside the house, Tino and you stopped what you were doing and took a peek upstairs. There you saw Matthias face-planted on the floor as the bathroom door was opened. That stupid Dane, he opened the door of the bathroom again with Cathrine inside, poor Cathrine. "Oh my gosh! I need to help Cathrine!" Tino said as he went to Cathrine inside the bathroom.

You went upstairs then saw Matthias still on the floor, you ignored him and then went inside the bathroom. Tino was washing Cathrine's hair while her body was covered in a towel as she sat on the chair in the bathroom. "What happened here, Cathrine?" You asked her, her face seems to turn red as you looked at her. "Det är inget" She muttered.

"Come on Cathrine, you should tell us," Tino told her, she sighed. "Well... After my magic practice with storebror Lukas, the potions inside were scattered and my whole body was covered in potions. Storebror told me to clean myself and he would clean the room. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, after that, when I was about to open the door, dumme bror Matthias broke the door as he opened it and hurriedly went inside. He stumbled on me as my towel was removed. I kicked him out of the bathroom, that's what happened" Cathrine told you as her face turned bright red.

The two of you went poker-faced after Cathrine's explanation, Tino finished drying Cathrine's hair as he stood up. "Don't worry about it sweetie, it will never, ever happen again" Tino told her as he smiled, she smiled too. "Kiitos, isoveli" She thanked him. After that, you and Tino exited the bathroom and you guarded Cathrine outside, since the door lock was broken, Matthias might enter inside again. Matthias stood up on his feet as he complained about how his face hurt, you sighed. "Please don't open the door of the bathroom whenever there was a person inside, especially Cathrine" Tino grabbed his collar as he said, giving emphasis on Cathrine. He smiled an evil smile as Matthias gulped. "Good, now I will return to my cooking"

"That was harsh..." Matthias scratched his head as he looked down the stairs, you sighed. "It was your fault, after all. Who said that you should enter the bathroom without knocking first or checking if there is a person inside, you even broke the lock" You told him as you crossed your arms. "Sorry about it [Name], but I thought that it was my room. I was in a hurry so I didn't even check if it was really my room or not" He told you. "What did you do?" You asked him as your eyebrow raised. "Well... I just visited Norge in his magic room, but then I drank one of his potions and had the urge to do something in my room" He explained as he looked at you. 

You sighed then the door of the bathroom opened, revealing a young girl in a light orange sundress. "I'm finished..." Cathrine muttered as she tugged her dress down. You step away from the door and next to Matthias. "Sorry about earlier Lyse, it was an accident" Matthias apologized to her as they looked at each other. "I will only forgive you if you promised not to do that again" Cathrine set a condition as she crossed her arms,  Matthias grinned widely as he nodded. "And you need to do what I order for a year" She added, the Dane almost drop his jaw. "What?" He asked in disbelief. "I will only forgive you if you adhere to my rules, take it or leave it, because I will let storebror know about this, and you know what he will do to you" Cathrine glared at him as she placed her hand on her hips, Matthias gulped. "Fine... I'll do it" He let his arms hang down.

You grabbed Cathrine's hands then the two of you headed downstairs, leaving the Dane behind. He catch up with the two of you as you headed inside the kitchen. You helped Tino set the table as Cathrine was sitting on the couch in the living room with Matthias. After a while, Emil and Lukas came down and then headed inside the dining room. They took a seat next to each other. Berwald also entered inside and took a seat next to Emil. You took a seat next to Lukas and Tino next to Berwald. The last one to enter is Cathrine and Matthias, the Dane sat next to you, and Cathrine next to Tino.

All of you had dinner in a little chitchat. "Say Lukas, when will the next contest be held?" You asked the Norwegian who just focus on eating his dinner. "In a week, maybe on Thursday" He replied as he looked at you. You sighed then continue eating your meal. "Stóri bróðir, can I have licorice after this?" You heard Cathrine ask the Icelander. You looked at him as he looked at Cathrine, his face turning bright pink. "Sure thing, litla systir" He replied as he smiled, you smirked. "Oh well, if only someone could call his brother, big brother. Maybe the youngest will like him more" You said loudly to yourself while looking down at your food, you notice Emil flinched.

"Shut up!" He quietly said as he looked down at his food. The others stopped talking and looked at him, his face turned redder. "Stóri bróðir? Are you okay?" Cathrine asked politely as she tilted her head cutely to the side, you can't help yourself to squeal inside. "Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry about me" Emil replied as he hang his head even lower. The Swede, Fin, Norwegian, and the Dane noticed this. Tino just smiled, Matthias grinned while Berwald and Lukas just stared at the Icelander, although Lukas smiled slightly, only visible to Cathrine.

"Storebror, you smiled" Cathrine muttered as you heard her. "S...miled?" You asked yourself in shock. "It looks like Emil is blushing madly!" Matthias said loudly as he laughed. "Shut up, you're ruining it," Lukas said as he grabbed Matthias' tie behind you, he choked, yet again. You just sighed but smirked when you observed Emil's behavior. After dinner, you helped Tino clean the place. Cathrine went to the bathroom to bathe early.

After cleaning, you decided to change your clothes into pajamas, but you didn't sleep because you will be having a movie with the Nordics. You wore a [f/c] t-shirt with matching pajamas, and you untied your hair and brushed it. You placed the brush on your bed and then exited the room, you saw Cathrine exited her room then the two of you went downstairs. She wore her favorite Norway flag t-shirt and orange pajamas.

Tino was setting the television as the two of you sat on the couch. Cathrine went to Emil and grabbed some licorice which the Icelander doesn't care about her taking some of his candy and she went back to your side. "Want some, onee-sama?" She asked and extended her hand with some licorice in it. You took one and thanked her, you don't like sweets that much. After a while, Matthias came down wearing his plain white t-shirt and white pajamas.

"What's the movie for today?" He asked and sat next to Cathrine, she gave one licorice to the Dane and he thanked her. "I guess it was horror" Emil replied while chewing on his licorice. "Horror, huh?" Matthias muttered, after a while, he grinned widely. "Hey [Name]" He called you and tapped your back. "What?" You dead-panned. "I heard that you are afraid of horror movies," He said, you glared at him. "No, I'm not" You replied. "Oh? Really? Cathrine told me that one time, when you were with Alfred and Gilbert, the three of you watched a horror movie and you kept screaming from the beginning until the end of the movie" He grinned.

You blushed slightly at this then looked at Cathrine, she sweat-dropped. "Oh, look! Storebror already came down" She stated as an excuse then got off the couch and went to the Norwegian and hugged his arm as he went down the stairs and entered the kitchen. You sighed while Matthias continued to grin. "Oh, stop that!" You punched his cheeks hardly that it became swollen, now you're pissed. Well, it's true that I'm scared of horrors. What the hell is wrong with that Dane?!

After everyone gathered inside the living room, the lights were turned off and the movie was starting. You can't stop shaking because of nervousness and Matthias, who was sitting beside you, kept on grinning which made you pissed. Cathrine switched her place and sat in between Lukas and Emil. The movie was called Poltergeist, the newly released horror movie made in America. And Alfred lent the movie to Matthias for the whole Nordic household to watch.

You hate horror and supernatural stuff, such as exorcism and supernatural activity. You hate blood, ghost, darkness, and some more. As the movie was playing, you kept the blanket that you brought down with you, on your head while your body was slightly shaking. You noticed that others were focused on watching the movie, but little Cathrine burrowed her head in Lukas' chest as the said Norwegian placed his arms around the girl protectively.

As the movie kept on playing, you kept shrieking in fear as the Dane kept on annoying you. Now you can't handle it, you put the blanket all over your body as you rolled yourself into a ball and sobbed. Cathrine already gave up 30 minutes earlier and Lukas escorted her inside her room and watched her sleep, that is his routine when Cathrine can't handle the horror, and he will be by her side when she wakes up, which means that Lukas will not continue watching the movie anymore.

"Hey, are you alright?" Matthias tapped your shoulder as he asked, concern filling his tone. "I don't want to watch anymore..." You replied but your tone was shaky and your body kept on shaking. You heard him sigh then removed the blanket from your body. "Hey!" You shouted and were about to retrieve your stolen blanket but stopped when you realized that the movie was still playing. You closed your eyes and rolled yourself into a ball again. "You know [Name], don't place a blanket all over your body, you can die because of it" He lecture you which you ignored, and he sighed.

After a while, he carried you bridal style and you blush slightly at this, but he can't see it because of the darkness. He opened the door of your room and placed you on the bed and opened the lights. "Be sure to sleep peacefully, [Name]" He said then placed a kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, sure..." You replied and watched him smile and closed the lights and the door. You sighed then placed the blanket on your body as you started to drift to sleep. I know it wasn't that much, but I still have a fun time with my family.

[rubylarkspur22]

Questions and answers below the cut.

1: (AMSG/🌙 version 2) Tanjirou; How did you meet Kanao and fall in love? And what's your opinion of the other 12 Kizuki.

2: (MS/🔄) Ume, Gyutaro, and Douma; How did you meet the Kamado siblings?

I don't remember what exactly led to us meeting, but I remember seeing her. She was a servant girl for another clan. Something just... drew me to her. Eventually, I found a way to take her home, and we kept getting closer. And then I proposed, and the rest is history.

As for how I see the others of the Twelve Kizuki?

Douma's annoying at times, and his lack of emotions sometimes makes him unpredictable. But we only really interact at meetings.

Akaza is a good fighter. I'll admit, I'm a little curious about his refusal to harm women. And if I needed to step in less when it came to him and Douma, it wouldn't be the worst thing. But aside from that, he certainly earned his place.

I make a point to avoid Hantengu. He's only among our ranks because of his kill count and his power. If it weren't for that, I doubt he'd even be a Lower Moon.

I also avoid Gyokko. The scent of blood, decay, and fish gives me a migraine. Not to mention his... "art" projects.

Daki and Gyutaro are quite the team. Many dismiss Daki because she's technically weaker. However, as someone who once had a little sister, her strength shouldn't be diminished. Especially with seven Hashira dead by her hand. Yes, Gyutaro is the stronger sibling, but that doesn't mean Daki is weak or undeserving of the Upper Moon Six rank.

I don't usually pay attention to the Lower Moons. They're Lord Muzan's domain.

Douma and my brother went for a meeting with Michikatsu, and I happened to tag along. I was the first to meet them! You wandered off, and stumbled across them. Still met them first! It's true, Ume was the first of our little family to meet Nezuko and Tanjirou. Though, Tanjirou was still asleep. Yeah, but we've met up since he woke up. Still can't believe you stumbled across a demon, and didn't react. It all turned out okay in the end, didn't it? ... Yeah, I guess it did.

3: (BR/🎀) Kotoha; How's handling Kaigaku, Inosuke, Ume, and Gyutaro, and do you have any other parents to help you out?

Well, it definitely isn't an easy task. Inosuke is usually at safer places like Wisteria Houses, or my trainer's house, or the Butterfly Mansion, but I visit him whenever I can get a little time between missions. Wrangling Kaigaku and Ume is another story. When they're not trying to rip each other's throats out, one's trying to provoke the other, and it isn't easy to keep them and Gyutaro from lashing out. Luckily, I do have some help in the form of Shinazugawa Shizu. We've only really spent significant time around each other after she helped Ume and Gyutaro in the Swordsmith Village, but she's lovely. And she's been a massive help, I can tell she's had to deal with rowdy children at least once.

4: (MPCS/🌙 version 1) To the Tsugikuni Twins; How do you feel about Uta and Ranhime[the name I gave Michikatsu's wife]?

They're lovely. Uta can talk for hours, and it's nice to listen to her. She has a wonderful voice to listen to for all the time she speaks. And Ranhime has been very kind to both myself and my brother. Mm-hm!

[hello-galad]

10 Characters From 10 Fandoms

How to play: Name 10 Characters from 10 fandoms and tag people

I was tagged by the amazing @br-disaster​ , thank you!!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In no particular order. Most of them I have been obsessed with ever since I was a kid. 

Nie Huaisang (CQL/MDZS) - The only reason it took me so long to do this was because I couldn’t decide between NMJ and NHS. Alas, I relate to NHS the most, he’s also an incredibly intricate character that lives in my head rent free. 

Hatake Kakashi (Naruto) - Contrary to most people, I actually watched this show/read the manga until 2020 and I've been obsessed with this tragic overpowered ninja ever since. I think he is the character I have written/drawn the most about. I relate way too much to him, which is...strange. I am in love with his story and character development through the show. 

Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview With the Vampire) - I must confess I haven't yet read the book, but I watched the AMC show and I FELL IN LOVE. I have Ana to thank for introducing me to this amazing, complicated mess of a man. 

Thranduil (The hobbit) - When I watched all LOTR movies, I was a kid and my aunt was babysitting and obviously I started obsessing over him and the elves when I read every Tolkien book I could get my hands on. I haven't written much about him but I do have a whole AU-Canon divergence for Oropher, Thranduil and Legolas half written on AO3. My version of Thranduil, Oropher’s line and the Greenwood elves is VERY different from the hobbit movies, though.  

Ned the Pie Maker (Pushing daisies) - Tall, sensible, caring, harmless man who loves to bake and is also an accidental necromancer? YES, PLEASE.  

Yue (Sakura Card-captor) - Imagine you are this super powerful supernatural being whose world gets turned upside down when the person you considered your everything dies. Imagine you get sealed inside the back cover of a book for 100 years and then inside the body of a teenager without being asked for consent and without being able to get out to live a normal life. You are also left without much of your power for a long time, and then you are given a ridiculously short amount of time to get used to everything that is going on around you while your twin and your other brothers and sisters get months to understand and process what happened. AND THEN it turns out that the dude that you loved so much didn’t died, instead reincarnated into some annoying bitch (who is now a different person than he was in his past life so meh) because he had some cosmic realization when he turned like 800 years old because being the most powerful magician in the world makes your common sense disappear, apparently...and then this annoying brat creates a cheap copy of you and your sibling, yikes. Imagine you really want to slap everyone but you dont want to set a bad example to the nice, cute girl who you depend on now, BUT DAMMIT IF YOU COULD YOU WOULD. Yeah. He's That Bitch™ and he deserves it. I support you, Yue. 

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) - She is definitively the character I relate to the most, like she was 14 and learned very soon what happens if you get on your father’s bad side. She's a prodigy and what she needed in the end was some psychological help and then the throne, bye. 

Captain James T. Kirk (Star Trek) -  I want to be a Starfleet captain so bad, ISTG. He’s so much, a drama queen, the voice of reason, a disaster waiting to happen, a feminist, queer, The Captain, a nuisance, the smartest person in the room, mister daddy issues, mister “bones get that hypospray off my face”, mister I am in love with this Vulcan, mister I am in love with this doctor, “Dammit Jim!”. Yeah, him.

Crowley (Good Omens) - I read the book when I was in high school, it was the first book I read in one sitting without getting distracted. I loved those two. I love Crowley and the fact that he is always trying to cause havoc through elaborate schemes that inconvenience the human race. Ahaha, he’s the best. (Yes, I loved the TV show).

Dorian (Almost Human) - HE JUST WANTS TO BE SEEN AS SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST A MACHINE. He’s sometimes more human than all the humans he works with. I love Dorian and Kennex, you bet I have read every single fic centered on him or both of them on AO3. I’m forever sad they cancelled that show. 

I tag @pangzi and @dual-domination (only if you want to do it of course. Feel free to ignore this tag if you dont!) 

[banillasstories]

After hearing about the fight with the monster hunter,

Len and Rin’s dad had become a lot more careful, and anxious for their safety.

This meant that he insisted on driving Len and Rin to and from school, which wasn’t a problem, per se...

What was the problem, for Rin, at least, was that Mr. Kagamine constantly told his twin children dad joke, after dad joke,

After. Dad. Joke.

At first, the jokes weren’t too bad, it was mostly science jokes, (since he was sort of a scientist) such as “Why don’t scientists trust atoms? They make up everything!”

Buuut, like dad jokes usually do, they got very old

And very cringey.

“Why did the physics professor break up with biology? Because there was no chemistry between them!”

Rin let out a humored sigh, before starting up some conversation with Mr, Kagamine.

Len spent the car ride looking out the car window, a part of him forgot how much he enjoyed doing this, watching as buildings and people and cars passed by.

The blonde boy found himself focusing on one certain building, being able to thoroughly examine it due to the fact that there was a red light in front of the family car.

As Mr. Kagamine practically punched (well, maybe that’s an exaggeration ) the car horn button.

Anyways, Len focused on this building, it was a fancy-looking antique shop, the outer decoration used dull and dark colors, mostly dark greenish gray, and dusty br- oh my goodness, did these people really design an antique shop to look like Nooks Cranny? He smiled to himself.

but, his focus quickly switched to the apparent owners of the building.

The first person he saw was a tall woman, she had cherry-red hair, which was up in twin-drills. This woman seemed pretty sweet, she had a kind face whenever others passed by on the sidewalk. But, there was still something odd about her, Len thought.

The cherry-haired woman had a strange aura, one that Len had never quite caught on to since about .. maybe a week ago. Strange .

Mr. Kagamine started driving before Len could further dwell on it. Had that red light stayed on long enough, Len would’ve noticed another person, a person that he would’ve been very familiar with.

She had been Lens' tormentor since second grade.

He didn’t even know what he did, but the pink-haired girl seemed to love bullying him.

It was never too bad, Len supposed, but it could definitely have been a lot worse, IA would take his pencil while he was drawing or writing. She would mark words out in thick, dark pencil that Len wouldn’t have been able to erase.

There were also a few times when IA would try to get him in trouble. She had stolen Miku’s Tamagotchi from her once and tried to put the toy in Len’s backpack so she could frame him.

This hadn’t really worked, somehow. And Ms. Lola almost read Len and IA’s minds, she almost instantly knew that Len hadn’t taken it.

Nobody really got in trouble that day.

Len was snapped back into reality when Rin shook him, and both twins began getting their stuff ready for school.

As usual, the entire group met up in the ‘Deep Garden’.

Meiko decided that she was gonna try and answer any questions Miku and Gumi had about Monsterkind.

The brunette started stretching, waiting for everyone else as the sky above started getting brighter, the navy blue turned into a dusky purple.

Rin walked under the green shrub arch, looking at Meiko strangely before just shrugging the brunette's weird stretching off, and sitting beside Gumi on the stone path.

Rins twin, Len took a little longer to appear, for whatever reason. The blonde boy sat on the ground next to Rin and Gumi.

After a few seconds of the group sitting and talking, Rin started messing with her hair, trying to untangle a persistent knot in her blonde hair

Miku had let Gumi play with her old Tamagotchi, which was designed with a pretty teal, gray, and black. and the green-haired girl was distracted by it until she happened to glance at Rin.

“Rin! You’re gonna rip your hair out!”

“I’ll be fine! I’m just trying to get a knot out!”

“That doesn’t matter, use a damn brush!! I-” Gumi gave Miku back her vintage toy, and reached into her backpack quickly, pulling out a hairbrush, one specifically for Gumi’s super-curly hair.

Rin had taken a break from messing and ripping her hair up after it became super frizzy. Only for Gumi to carefully start brushing Rin’s hair for her, making sure to ask her if it was okay first.

The hairbrush was weird Rin thought, the brush’s bristles were weird and spiky. And they hurt her scalp. Rin felt sorry for anyone with curly hair if they had to use this kind of brush.

When Gumi was done, Rins hair was a little frizzy still, but less so than earlier. Gumi scooted away from Rin, who was currently sitting still and staring at nothing in particular.

“So, Meiko..” Miku starts, and Meiko hums her response.

“Could .. uhm, could you possibly tell us about vampirism? Or just .. this whole ..’supernatural’ thing in general? If that makes sense..” Miku stammers, being careful with her phrasing, in case she seemed rude to her friend.

After a nod from the brunette, Meiko began to explain.

She started by explaining vampires, such as herself and Miku.

“Miku, you and I are vampires. And, before you ask, we are not ‘cursed creatures’ ” She spoke the “cursed creatures” part in a mock-old-man voice, which made Miku smile and chuckle.

“Really, the only true things from legends about us is that we run fast, can turn into bats, and drink blood.” Miku slowly nodded, though she didn’t completely understand everything.

The ‘run fast’ thing did make sense, though.

Miku remembers that she was always the fastest runner in her class, besides Rin and Len.

“..And even then, we don’t need to drink blood, it’s just something that makes you like … stronger??” Meiko continued, going into a small rant. “Sort of like milk, you don’t need to drink milk, but it makes your bones stronger.”

Meiko froze for a second, collecting her thoughts before continuing “We have pretty interesting powers, I’ll need to help you learn and use them at some point. Some vampires have shapeshifting powers and some vampires have no magic, it depends on the vampire!”

“So…what power do you have?” Gumi asked,

After a bit of silence, Meiko’s answer came in a mutter, quiet as a mouse.

“I .. erm .. don’t have my power yet.”

Gumi’s head tilted, why didn’t Meiko have her power?

She was about to ask, but Meiko answered before she could, “Typically, vampires get their power revealed after accomplishing a really helpful task, or after their first drink of blood, whichever tends to come first” she explains.

Miku nodded, looking off but still listening. “What do you think your power is? If that’s okay to ask!” Miku asks.

Meiko stops to think for a second, answering with “I think I would want my power to be something like .. hm. Seeing into the future, maybe? ” she pauses to think, “I mean, not so I can see how I die and stuff, but so I’d be able to better help others.”

Miku smiles at her friend “That’s sweet, I like the idea of that kind of thing.”

Meiko returned the smile, stretching again as she heard the bell ring.

“Aw, shit.” Gumi sighed, getting up from the grass and waiting for Rin to do the same, the two had the same first period, chemistry, so they often walked together to classes.

Everyone said their goodbyes for the morning, before heading their separate ways. Rin and Gumi went out of the garden and took a left together, this was a much quicker way to the classroom, which was on the back left side of the school, on the second floor.

The two talked about a plethora of topics, from what Gumi recently drew or painted, to how recent soccer matches went for Rin, the two had always been able to bounce back and forth from topic to topic, very seamlessly too. The two could always find something to talk about.

Their conversation was interrupted when they rounded the corner, and Rin bumped into another student.

“Ope! I’m so sorry!” Rin exclaimed, looking at the person.

The student she had bumped into was none other than IA,

Her pink-white hair was in a high ponytail and seemed shorter than usual, for whatever reason. Another thing, Gumi noticed, was a small cut on her cheek, something that likely would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone other than Gumi.

IA looked at the two, no particular expression was visible on her face as she didn’t reply, only narrowing her eyes at the two and continuing on with her walk to her class.

“...That was weird,” Rin noted, moreso to herself, getting a nod in response from Gumi as they finally made it to their class.

The class was … as boring as chemistry usually was, and the two girls didn’t really focus on the class, as usual.

The teacher’s voice just .. droned. On and on and on, it seemed.

Panting.

Panting was all that the man was able to do in these small breaks he took while running. All the man could see were forest trees. Everything around him was dark, and his peripheral vision was blue and misty.

He was running from a tall figure, his breath frantic and shaky. All he saw of the figure was a pale face, and its eyes were a deoxygenated red.

The man had scarcely dodged thick sandy branches on the ground, loose rocks that seemed to roll along with the movement of his shoe soles, and he had barely managed to not trip over them.

He wasn’t lucky for long, however.

Because soon, the man found himself tripping over a huge tree trunk, it seemed to have just appeared from thin air, and he was knocked off his feet, up in the air for who knows how long??

He could hardly feel his legs from the knees down and ended up falling right on his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. He saw the malicious silhouette stop right in front of him, the red eyes narrowing at him before pouncing; and all he felt?

A sudden pressure on his chest, as everything went black.

[emmylubooks]

Me convincing you to read my fanfic by posting the first chapter

Mind you it’s the first chapter so the romance with emilia and cam isn’t here yet 😉

I looked around at the bowls scattered around the room, each filled with a different batter corresponding to each person's favorite. Peaches for me, strawberry for Jere, raspberry for Conrad, blueberry for Steven, Lemon for the moms, and all the leftover batter in a bowl to make mixed fruit for Belly. Mom was cutting flowers and getting the house ready for their arrival. Conrad and Jere would be on kitchen cleanup duty because I was the one who put in the effort to bake.

Conrad walked downstairs in his boxers with his hair all messed up, "Mornin' sleeping beauty," I laughed as he dipped his finger in the peach batter. "No, no no... you will die."

"Oh please," he laughed, putting his finger in his mouth.

"Idiot. Mom! The idiot ate peaches."

She put the flowers down and turned around, "How do you feel?"

He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine, she's dramatic," he said, scratching the sides of his face.

"Yeah, so dramatic," I said, mocking his scratching.

Mom shook her head and went back to her flowers, "Go take some Benadryl, get clothes on, and fix your hair. Wake Jere up while you are at it. They will be here in a half-hour."

I scooped the filling into the little sugar cookie tarts and put them in the fridge so they would be ready to eat when the Conklin's got here.

I walked up to my room to change, peaking into the bathroom where Conrad was using a palm-full of my face wash to wash his face. "What are you doing?" I snapped, taking the bottle out of his hand.

"My face itches from the peach thing, Peaches," he said, scrubbing his face.

I shook my head and handed him a towel, "I told you that you would die, it's not my fault."

He put his hands up in defense, "I thought that you meant you were going to kill me for eating your food."

"Nope. It was the peaches."

"You couldn't have said that?" He asked, getting more pissed off than he should have.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "If you gave me more than two seconds to speak I would have."

He took his fist and beat down on the counter of the sink, "Well it's too late for that now, I don't know what you want from me."

"I want you to calm down, first off," I said, at his outburst. "What is going on, glasses?"

He paused for a minute and sat on the side of the tub, "You aren't worried that dad is going to come to the party?" He asked, looking up at me.

"I am... I am too, it's not just you. Jere is over the moon about it, though," I laughed.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh, I know."

"Conrad! Emilia!" Mom yelled from downstairs.

"Shit," he whispered, "They are here I have to get ready, stall for me?"

I looked at him with big eyes, "I have to get ready."

We looked at each other and spoke at the same time, "Jere!" We yelled.

He ran up the stairs passing then backtracking to the bathroom, "What?"

"Can you stall... please?" Conrad asked.

"Only if I get extra dessert later," he said before running back downstairs.

I ran into my room and opened my bag, I pulled out the first things I saw. A pair of jean shorts, a white cropped tank top and a green button-down which I was pretty sure was Conrad's.

"EM!" Conrad yelled from his bedroom which was unfortunately right next to mine.

I ran into his room quickly, worried something was wrong, "What? What's wrong?"

"Have you seen my green button-down?" He asked as he looked up at me and stopped rummaging through his bags.

My eyes widened and I quickly took off the shirt, throwing it into the hall, "No... I haven't but Belly and Steven are here so Imma go see my favorite brother."

He ran towards me and tickled me until I fell to the ground, "Who's your favorite brother?" He asked.

I tried to wiggle, "You, stop. You, it's you."

"Me what?" He asked, with his hands ready to tickle me again.

"You, the best twin brother in the world. Conrad 'glasses' Fisher. It's you. Please stop."

He stopped immediately after, "I better be your favorite brother."

"As long as I'm your favorite sibling," I smiled.

He looked down at me for a minute, "Actually, Jere is my favorite."

I looked at him with big eyes, forcing them to fill with tears, "Oh," I whispered.

"No no no no no don't cry, don't cry I was kidding." He frantically said.

I started laughing, at the fact that I could still get what I wanted with fake tears.

"That was cold. You're lucky we have to go downstairs," he said, poking me in the side before we walked down to great Belly and her family.

Jeremiah had run out in front of me and hugged everyone before I had even made it down the steps.

When I saw Belly, I looked at Conrad and made a kissy face. We locked eyes and both decided it was a race on who was going to hug her first this summer. I pushed him into the flower garden and ran over to Belly, wrapping my arms around her.

"I missed you so much! Are you copying us with the no glasses thing?" I laughed.

She smiled and hugged me again, "You could say that.”

"You are kinda a bitch sometimes, baby sister," Conrad said, pulling Belly away from me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm literally three minutes younger than you. Three."

He ignored me gazing blissfully into Belly's eyes. Gross.

"I liked you better with glasses," I heard him say.

She smiled and scrunched her nose, "Too bad, I like me better without them."

Hell, if he can get over all of the shit that Aubrey put him through, he and Belly would be perfect together.

Steven interrupted my thoughts yelling, "I don't know about you, but I think it's time for," Jere finished his thought with him, "a Belly flop!”

"No, no," I yelled, wrapping my arms around Conrad as he lifted Belly. They all grabbed onto her and ran her to the pool. They all ran with me hanging like a koala onto Conrad's back.

Despite my protests, they threw her in. Then, Conrad looked at me, throwing me in after her. Thinking quickly, I held onto him as I went in so he came down with me.

I watched as he swam over to Belly, holding her under the water, each of them having a blissful look when they came to the surface. I smiled, seeing him happy for one of the first times this summer, but making a note to make fun of him for his romance novel motion later that night.

[moralalee]

21/08/2024 (1)

It is a Wednesday. So, it has been a long time since I used this blog. I actually forgot completely about its existence. When I found it, I didn’t remember that I had been logging essentially full days on here or that I captured my feelings from right before lockdown. I started reading and I felt sad when I reached the end and realised I hadn’t written anymore. It felt nice to get this little glimpse into a part of my life I don’t remember well. My memory is so bad that there are a lot of pieces that are just gone for me. It was really nice to read, even if I couldn’t tell who I was talking about half the time.

I decided I wanted to start recording things again. It could be good for future Lee to know what’s happening with me now and how I’m feeling, to record the patterns I’m following and make it easier to see things clearly with hindsight. It was funny realising how much I’ve grown in a few years. I was such a teenager (sorry young Lee, you’d probably find that extremely patronising).

I’ve updated the blog, a new background and pfp. My old one was also of Marceline, but I wanted something new to reflect my shift. I think this one suits current Lee more. I also just had to go back and change my name in everything I wrote because I forgot about the alias of “Lee”. On that note, I need to update my little code names I had for the people in my life. I don’t know anymore who the majority of them are, so I’m doing my own or changing them up a little. Here’s a list for my own reference:

BF - still my best friend, now my flatmate.

CW - used to be CS. I don’t have any reason for preferring CW, I just like it more. This is my twin (not literally but I know what that means).

ALT - this one is cute because the initials are correct (so I can understand them) and also because she’s adopted an awesome alternative style.

DJ - younger sister.

MJ - younger brother.

LM - baby brother.

MR - baby sister.

My coworkers are - BR, CA, SC and RB.

Obviously people like parents, grandparents, etc can just be “Mum, Dad” and so on.

Okay, I want the rest of this post to be a (semi) succinct catchup. Let’s try cram about 4 years of life into bite-size.

Obviously I’m no longer in high school. Tried college, tried uni, tried online uni part-time. Dropped out of all of these. Actually, I was kicked out of college because I stopped going to classes. Anyway, I’m now working full-time in an office. Best job I’ve ever had, but it’s tough and it isn’t a career. I moved out and now live in a flat with BF. I got an axolotl when I was 19 and we recently adopted a cat! William & Luca get to just have their real names on the blog, I doubt they worry about privacy. Currently single, currently off dating apps. Started going to the gym about a month ago, not attending perfectly but I’m trying. Started baking weekly around the same time, it’s now a favourite hobby and makes me really happy. I started on the pill on Sunday, feeling like a hypochondriac about it. Don’t know what my life plan is, no matter how much Mum asks me. I turned 22 last month.

Of course, I’ve missed a lot out there but that’s just bringing myself up to speed. I doubt I’ll be as regular with journalling as I was when I was younger (my life is a lot less eventful now). I think this can be a good exercise for myself though. Now that we’ve finished our table setting, I’ll make a proper journal entry in my next post.

[ther-man]

The R-Lore #4: The Writer

How it began

In 2008, a just turned 10 year old boy in the small European country Austria was bored during his class, where he thought about "What if Sonic was in our world?" and thus his mind started racing. With this thought, he started something that lasted for many years.

The invaders and the group

Sonic, Tails, and Eggman appeared outside of his classroom and after a short fight, Sonic and Tails ran off.

When the boy went to sleep at his home, he interacted with Sonic and Tails (who turned themselves into his plushies) and got the idea to protect the world from Eggman (and potentially other villains) as a group.

About two years later, the boy read the 4th(?) issue of "Sonic der Comic"("Sonic the Comic") and came across the short comic "Mr. T and the T-Force". After a short read, he got the idea to name his imaginary group "R-Force", after his first name "Roman".

Many adventures and the " end" of the group

After 4 years filled with imagined adventures of the "R-Force", Roman decided to put a nice end to his group after "defeating his evil Twin brother called 'Böser Roman'('Evil Roman')".

The big finale between the R-Force, now filled with characters from different cartoons and video games, versus the "X", an organization filled with villains from cartoons and led by "Böser Roman"(shrotened to "BR") ended when Roman graduated middle school

The start of "The Adventures of Roman"

One day in 2013, after going home from computer class, Roman got the idea to make an anime... in his head.

The anime turned into a mix of "Guy gets isekaied to an anime" and "What if guy got superhuman powers, he had his whole life". In that anime, "Roman Mayr"(yes, a self-insert) was turned into the protagonist with a special gimmick that gives him "god-like" powers. At first, that gimmick was unnamed but after having the gimmick "out of his body" it was named "Emerald Heart", based on its appearance of a Chaos Emerald from the Sonic the Hedgehog series.

In another "episode", Roman replaced Yuzuru Otonashi (the male protagonist of the anime "Angel Beats") in his respected anime and during the story, his unnamed powers got the name "Scart Skills"(it would be actually "Guard Skills" but I misheard it in the anime as "Sguard Skils" and that turned into that name)

Many TAoR seasons later

Roman had a lot of fun to create his own anime in his head, but sadly the anime went much longer then expected... over 40 seasons with an unknown amount of episodes.

The second iteration

At one point, around the end of 2017/beginning of 2018, Roman decided to end his anime in a two-part movie. The first part is a "What happened after the final fight", where his grandson will find the girls from DDLC and learns about the R-Force(and everything that happened in those over 40 seasons), and the second, where his grandson has to face "Ruppet" who came into the original series after about 35 seasons.

After he imagined the two movies, Roman was still not satisfied to end it there. So he decided to make "TAoR 2.0", which consist of many MANY OVAs split into multiple timelines.

In one timeline, the R-Force became an intergalactic band who has to win a tournament to get the "Super Phantom Ruby"(the same Phantom Ruby from Sonic Forces, but much powerful to influence the whole universe), and in another, Ruppet became good but that triggered the destruction of the dimension and the main unit got kidnapped by the X a month before the dimension got extinct.

The third iteration

"TAoR Alternate" is Romans third version of his anime(and the current one), where in 2020(without COVID) he suddenly get visited by a succubus who he has to protect from the succubus hunter "Ruppet"(not the same Ruppet, he appeared later in the series) and then learn about his new heart. That version had not so many seasons, like the first one, but its timeline spans over one thousand years.

It started nearly the same as the first version, but many changes were made. For example, a new villain named "Kai"(the R-Force supercomputer "Ai" infected by Ruppets virus), "White"(he was actually always there since the first version... also he looks like Friagne from Shakugan no Shana but with the face of Sebastian from Black Butler... somehow), and lastly the destruction of Ruppet(he is now stored in a stone in his original dimension).

Currently, his successor "Mika"(with help of Charlotte Wilthsire, Scarlett Eyler, Henrietta "Anri" Warhol, and all nearly three thousand "Gods Hearts") has to face a new incarnation of BR, who has taken over hell and could be powerful enough, to eradicate the whole R-Force and the linage of the "Gods Heart".

The fourth iteration

Back in 2020, after looking for an artist and rigger for a new model, I needed to think of a background story for "him".

And that's when I decided to create this.

The fourth version of TAoR has started in January 2021 as an interactive experience. So, follow me as "The R-Man" and as "Ronika"(and also as Ruppet) in this version, where you have to either get R-Man back to his original dimension or let Ruppet loose onto this world.

More about that in the stream, that should've started by now.

-Roman "The Writer"

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) has been spending a lot of time with Floyd, which Jade greatly dislikes. He might be jealous, but you didn't hear that from me.

What Jade doesn't know is that Floyd is just helping (Y/n) prepare her confession for him.

Request by anon.

"Floyd, you have some whipped cream on your nose~"

The Mostro Lounge was sparsely crowded with customers this afternoon, the rush at noon already having passed to only leave a few lingering customers. Floyd and you sat at a table in the far corner of the area, the waiter having told you that he would spend his break with you to work on some plans with matchmaking you with his twin.

"Oh—" Floyd gasped, his eyes wide in wonder. He slammed the empty cup onto the table and giggled before asking, "Did I drink my milkshake too quickly?"

You nodded, but quickly grabbed a napkin before he could make a mess of himself any further. Folding it up neatly, you shot him a wide smile. "Don't worry! I got you!" you chimed before extending your hand and wiping that little speck of whipped cream off the tip of his nose with the help of that napkin.

"Ne~" Floyd cooed, grinning at you happily. "Shrimpy is so nice..."

You shook your head and let out a series of giggles. "No no, you're the nice one, Floyd!" you retorted innocently, unaware that someone was watching you with attentive eyes: Floyd's twin. Jade grew more and more irritated with you and his brother acting all lovey-dovey in the middle of this establishment; he had tried to hold himself back from intervening since he told himself that vain jealousy shouldn't control his actions — but just watching you two was growing harder for him with every passing second.

Floyd shook his head, lazily drawling, "No you!"

Giggling, you shook your head. "No you—"

"I said no you!" Floyd yelled out and slammed his hands onto the table you two were sitting at. You jumped at his sudden outburst, especially because he exuded such an intimidating and threatening aura despite that large smile on his face remaining on his face, thus giving it an unhinged twinge. Laughing, he extended a hand and patted your head affectionately. "Accept my compliment or be squeezed to death."

Gulping, you nodded vigorously. "I'll accept it, then."

Floyd quickly returned to his go-lucky mood again, sitting down with his back against the back of his chair and his feet kicked up on the table. Grinning at you, he happily exclaimed, "That's my Shrimpy!" You laughed at the way he winked at you playfully, your heart slowly calming down again from the stress it just had to endure. Spending time with Floyd always was a rollercoaster — but you must admit that you had grown fond of him over the last weeks.

You were about to open your mouth to voice your thoughts, but were interrupted by a shadow looming over you from behind. Floyd raised his gaze to the person standing behind you. "Brother dearest, shouldn't you be working instead of enjoying (Y/n)'s company?" the newcomer asked as you felt a pair of hands resting on your shoulders, their grip firm and strong. Your eyes widened upon realising that it was your crush standing behind you—

Floyd shot Jade a large smile, shrugging ambiguously. "Azul said I could take a break with (Y/n) if I worked extra-hard this morning!" he chirped and shot you a large smile. You didn't react, your mind still too busy with comprehending how close Jade stood to you. Floyd seemed quite amused by the surprised expression on your face. "And spending time with Shrimpy is so fun that made sure to scrub the tables extra clean!"

Jade's grip on your shoulders tightened. "Oh, I see..." he muttered quietly, his tone as neutral and unreadable as ever, as he unwrapped his fingers from your shoulders, his hands retreating back to his sides again.

Finally able to think clearly again, you turned around to shoot the eel a shy smile. "Jade, do you want to join us, too?" you asked while you twiddling your thumbs nervously, your eyes full with anticipation.

Jade's lips quirked up briefly, which you maybe would have noticed if you weren't so hell-bent on always keeping your gaze away from his face. Chuckling calmly, he shook his head and drawled, "Actually, I was looking to talk with my brother — alone."

"Oh? What about?" Floyd immediately perked up in curiosity, which you did, too. Jade nodded to the kitchen, where he was sure they wouldn't be disturbed so easily. His twin hummed in agreement and rose from his chair, but he didn't leave before cooing, "I'll be back, Shrimpy! If you leave, I'll squeeze you really hard and never let you go again."

You nodded and chimed, "I'll be here, Floyd!"

Jade gritted his teeth at Floyd's and your overly-friendly behaviour; was it jealousy that was making him think these ugly thoughts? Maybe.

Once they had arrived in a private place, Jade began to glare at Floyd with squinted eyes. "Brother, we clearly have our eyes set on the same prey," Jade said with an unreadable expression on his face, but Floyd could see right through him; he wasn't slick at all.

Still, Floyd decided to play along. "Huh?" Floyd shot his brother a confused look.

"Don't play coy with me," Jade snarled as he accusingly pointed his finger at Floyd. "I see the way you look at my human."

"Oh—" A grin grew on Floyd's lips upon realising that his speculations had been true. Grinning from ear to ear with teeth as sharp as that of a shark, he teasingly cooed, "You like Shrimpy, don't you?"

Jade hummed and quirked an eyebrow. "You don't?"

"Just as a buddy!" Floyd pressed through laughter, which took Jade off-guard. Floyd doubled over from how booming and loud his laughing fit was, and he actually kept a hand on Jade's shoulder to not fall onto the cold kitchen floor. Jade merely shot him a confused look as his brother continued laughing his soul out with no end in sight. "This is really hilarious! Shrimpy actually asked me to help out with confessing to you."

"Wait—" Jade's eyes widened in realisation. "Is that why you've been spending so much time with (Y/n)?"

Floyd hummed, trying his best to get a grip of himself again. Still snickering slightly, he straightened his back and shot his brother a humoured look. "Precisely. But Jade, aren't you supposed to be scarily smart? Maybe being in love blinded you."

"Shut up," Jade said curtly, so much that it almost didn't sound like an insult if one didn't listen closely. Putting a hand on his brother's shoulder, Jade shooed him out of the kitchen and out of the back door — into the exact opposite direction of you. "Now go away, please, and let me spend some time with my human."

"I shall be gone then!" Floyd exclaimed, laughing like a lunatic. "Good luck. Well, you won't need it... she has it bad for you, brother dearest."

[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 3

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don’t know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury

***I legitimately teared up while writing this. This...This is heavy folks. Please remember to take care of yourselves before, during, and after reading this fic. Be safe lovelies ❤ -B ***

Part 1: HERE, Part 2: HERE, Part 4: HERE

The day had passed by agonizingly slow. The brothers really had no choice but to follow Solomon's orders, so they waited. With every second they could feel the invisible hands grasping their hearts squeeze tighter and tighter.

None of them had left the living room where they had gathered. They were all too frightened that an update on your condition would come in and they wouldn't be there to receive it. At least that's what was silently agreed upon. In reality, they were each taking comfort in being with the only people that could possibly understand what the other was going through.

No one knew what to do or say. There really was nothing to do or say. They had promised to always protect you, and because of a foolish argument, they had failed that in the worst way possible. Finally, after nearly twelve hours of radio silence, Asmodeus's D.D.D. dinged.

Asmodeus had never taken his phone out so quickly before. "Simeon and I are awake. MC is still unconscious. We will let you in and try to get you to see MC. Luke is still adamant about not letting you all in, so be ready for him," Asmo read out loud. Satan huffed as he started towards the door. "I don't care who Luke thinks he is, he's not stopping us from seeing our partner. Let's go."

*** As they arrived at the Hall, all of them were shocked to see a trail of now dried blood leading to the doorway. No matter how long it had been there, the scent still made it glaringly obvious that it was yours. Asmodeus gagged and turned his head away from the sight. "If it's already this bad out here, what are we going to be walking into?" He managed to choke out.

Lucifer swallowed down the lump in his throat and marched ahead. "It doesn't matter. Right now, MC needs us. We failed to be there for them earlier, I refuse to do so again." The eldest lead the charge to the front door of Purgatory Hall. He raised his fist to knock when several voices started shouting from the other side. "You never should've called them here!" "Luke, that's not for you to decide. They're-" "I don't care who they are!!!"

The door suddenly was thrown open just enough to reveal Luke.

You would think that the small angel was the Avatar of Wrath and not Satan. He glared at them with all the fury of the Celestial army. His face was red and his teeth were bared in a snarl. Despite all this anger, however, his eyes were still tinged red with tears.

"Leave now! You're not welcome here!" he barked before going to slam the door; Beel quickly caught it with his hand. "We're not leaving until we see MC." A growl that they had never thought they would hear from sweet little Luke, vibrated from deep within his chest before he began throwing himself at the door, clearly doing everything he could to try and close it.

"NO!!! You don't deserve to see them! You monsters are the reason they're like this! GET OUT! LEAVE!!" Simeon suddenly appeared from within the Hall and pulled Luke against his chest. "Luke, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!" The young angel screamed and struggled as Simeon softly shushed him. It wasn't long before the screams turned into sobs and Luke broke down in Simeon's arms. The brothers didn't know how to react. Was the state you were in truly so bad to merit such an emotional response from Luke? Dread began to grow more and more within them as guilt kept them frozen in place.

The older angel sighed and gently began to rub Luke's back, before looking at the brothers with an emotionless expression. "As you can see, Luke is greatly concerned with MC's well-being, as we all are," he tightened his hold on Luke before he continued. "You may see them-" "WHA- Simeon, no!!!" Simeon gently shushed him and ran a hand through Luke's hair. "I know. I know you don't want them to, Luke, but they love MC just like you do. At the very least, we should let them see the results of their negligence, don't you think?" The lords winced at the jab and the harsh edges on Simeon's words. It was clear that no one in that house truly wanted them there. Luke pouted. "Fine. But I want to be in the room when they do." Simeon nodded and released the young angel. "Of course. I'm sure MC will be grateful for how attentive you've been to them when they wake up." He ruffled Luke's hair before glancing at the brothers once again. "Follow me." Their footsteps echoed through the quiet halls like a death knell. Each one rang louder and louder in the ears of the worried demons. They hadn't even seen you yet, and even so, each and every one of them were already beginning to wonder how they could ever let this happen to you. Images of you might look like flashed inside their heads. Perhaps you would resemble a mummy from the number of bandages required to heal you. Perhaps you would resemble a corpse, half-dead as you struggled to keep your heartbeat steady. No matter what they imagined, however, nothing prepared them for the real thing. Simeon swung open the doors to the lounge without any word or warning. The brothers' stumbled to a stop and collectively choked at the sight. You were laid out on the table in the middle of the room. Gauze covered a large section of the left side of your cheek and a strip around the circumference of your head. What little skin was visible was sunken in, making you appear dead. If it hadn't been for the shallow rising and falling of your chest, the brothers most certainly would have believed you were. Solomon had been in the process of checking the bandages on your shoulder when they entered, giving each of them a good eye full of the deep bite marks that covered your shoulder, collarbone and neck. There was so much red, that they could barely make out what was an injury and what wasn't. With a nauseous thought, they realized that small chunks of skin had even been torn from the flesh. They must have had to remove your clothes at some point during your healing process, for the only thing that covered you was a thin blanket that was trapped over your torso. All, except Satan, recognized it as one of the blankets from the Celestial realm. Though Satan had put two and two together when he spotted the small tag hanging from a corner with Luke's name written on it in golden cursive. The fact that you were barely covered meant that they could clearly see your bandaged thighs and the small, bandaged, stump of where your leg had been cut off from the knee down. The silence was cut off by a strangled sob from Asmodeus.

Solomon's head snapped as he only now noticed everyone. Rather than moving comfort the demon whom he's had a pact with for centuries, Solomon only narrowed his eyes into a glare and silently went back to work.

Asmodeus moved towards you, shakily reaching out a hand to touch. But he was stopped as Luke quickly slapped the hand away. The angel starred icily at him. "They're still recovering, you idiot. Touch them with your filthy infernal hands and you could infect and kill them."

Asmodeus snarled through his tears, and opened his mouth to shout at Luke, but was stopped when a hand sat on his shoulder. He glanced over to see Satan shaking his head as tears ran down his cheeks.

"He's right," Satan whispered, not bothering to hide the pain in his tone. "They're in an extremely fragile state. We should all, at the very least, wash our hands first." the others looked at him surprised. There wasn't a trace of anger in his voice. Only grief and regret. Satan looked over at Solomon, "Then I'm sure we'd all like to sit with them?"

The others held their breath as they waited for the reply, but Solomon simply remained silent and refused to acknowledge them. "Please," Beelzebub begged through a sob. Belphie held on tightly to his twin's hand. It may have looked as though he had down it to comfort Beel, but in reality, that hand was the only thing keeping him on his feet. Beel took in a stuttered breath before continuing, "W-We messed up last night, and we can't t-take that back, but I-I need to be with them right now. Please. I-I can't leave them again." Again there was only silence, with the exception of Luke grumbling under his breath from where he sat beside you. Mammon huffed and moved towards the basin of water that had been set up on a side table. "Well I'm done waiting for permission," he thoroughly washed his hands and moved towards MC when Simeon moved in front of him. Mammon growled and had to keep himself from bursting into his demon form. "What's the big deal?! You said we could see 'em!" "I said see. Not touch," the angel provided pointedly. Leviathan frowned and came to Mammon's side. "Luke is literally holding their hand right now! He cleaned his hands! There's no reason why Luke should be able to touch them, when we, their significant others can't!" Luke's nostrils flared as he went to lunge at the demon, but was stopped by Solomon putting a hand on his shoulder. The young angel huffed and settled for snarling at them. "I was the one that saved them! I was the one that washed the blood off of their skin after Simeon and Solomon both nearly collapsed from exhaustion after working for four hours straight on keeping them alive. I was there for them! And you weren't!" "We messed up!" Leviathan screamed back, his demon form bursting into existence as he cried. "We messed up and we want to make things better! We want to be there for them now! You can't just keep us from them!" "Leviathan," Lucifer placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Breathe. Please, I know you're upset. We all are. But we shouldn't forget what caused all of this in the first place." Leviathan ripped himself away from Lucifer's grasp and turned away from everyone. The occasional sob could be heard from him as his shoulders trembled. Lucifer sighed and looked pleadingly at Simeon. "Simeon, please. I know you owe us nothing and that MC may not even want to see them when they awake. But look at them. They're-" he cut himself off as his voice cracked and took a deep breath, "We're a mess. Please, just let us have a moment with them. That's all I ask." For the first time, Simeon's expression softened. He gathered up Luke and nodded at Solomon. The wizard pursed his lips in annoyance and glanced at the brothers once more before leaving the room. Simeon gave Lucifer a hard look as he held on tightly to Luke. "You will notify us immediately should even the slightest thing change from their current condition." Luke gaped at his fellow angel. "Simeon! No! We can't just leave them with those demons! Are you insane?" Simeon gave Luke a small smile. "They won't hurt them. I truly believe they wish to reconcile things and apologize for their words and actions. No matter how upset you may feel, this isn't our relationship Luke. It is not our place to meddle. MC will be safe with them." Luke grumbled under his breath and glowered at the brothers. "If so much as a hair is out of place when I get back, not even Micheal will be able to stop me from the vengeance I will inflict upon you." Mammon opened his mouth make a comeback, but was cut off by Lucifer. "Understood. Thank you for looking after our beloved in our absence." Luke scoffed and shook his head, before leaving with Simeon following behind him. The brothers stood in the room alone. They were with you, and yet they had never felt so far from you. ***To be continued in part 4! Still don't quite know how this will end, but it's bound to hurt. Sorry not sorry. In between uploading parts of this series, I will be doing other fics as well, just since this seems to be quite longer than I

had originally thought 😅 Thank you all for supporting this series! I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to drink water and take care of yourselves! I love you all!***