#also good news dream doesn't think Nightmare is a child again so good news for nightmare he wasn't discovered dicovered

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAu - On the other side

:3 :3 :3

Guess who is back already?!

Not with the normal cast though :3

No I had an idea for the another person in this AU.

Anyone wondering how Dream is going? :D

So this one is a bit different then all the other installments and don't expect these often as the main focus is on the gang and their now babybones boss. But this one I thought would be fun.

Welcome. To Dream dealing with this (the sometiny changes to the multiverse. A God can't lose his status without it affecting those around him after all :3)

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We good? We good. We are unedited and unbeta'ed as always.

oh shit @spotaus I actually forgot you that time. sorry fam (they gave me the original prompt which is why they keep getting added every update. They are stuck with me now)

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The sun feels so warm on his bones. Dream lays by the roots of his mother. Enjoying the warm light of the never ending late spring sun which warms his bones. His mother's voice, always loving and so proud of him.

The only thing that would make this moment better would be his brother near him. But he went to wash up a while ago.

Which is okay It isn't. where is nightmare? He will just wait right here for when he comes back.

Nightmare always joins him again. except that one time. The time when it mattered.

Dream loves his brother so much, and Nightmare loves him! Not anymore, not after everything

Dream sighs in the warm light and looks to the side. The village lays in the distance. Beautiful and lively and so so welcome of him!

Rememver your duty my son. You are meant for great things. Never forget that.

Dream hums happily as he looks back up at the branches "I know mom! I will be like you and be a great warrior and bringer of hope!" he smiles up.

A laugh in the air that sounds like a bell A bringer of balance my dear son. Remeber. Too much of one will always spell the end for one.

Dream hums as he enjoys the soft sunlight and happiness he feels in his soul.

He just wishes his brother was here. he wants his brother back, that is all he wants.

oh. I think Nightmare is back from washing himself

Dream blinks his sockets open and looks over. Near the forest edge stands Nightmare. In his purple clothes and with a small silver crown on his skull. Dream smiles and waves from his spot "Nighty! Over here!"

But Nightmare doens't move. He just watches him.

Dream frowns as he sits up "Nighty?"

The sunlight is gone as an ominious rumble is heard overhead. The light feeling in him disappears as he looks back at Nightmare "Nighty! i know it is scary but you need to get over here!" Normal trees can't protect them from thunder and lightning! Their mother can.

Nightmare just continues to stare at him from a distance. Even now Dream thinks he looks tired.

Drema raises to his feet.

His mother's voice fills his skull Dream don't go. It isn't worth the risk.

Dream shakes his skull and leaves the save shadow and cover of his mother. Running towards his brother. He needs to get to him. He can't be too late again. Not when he has this chance to reach him in time.

Dream watches as Nightmare remains rooted in place. Lightning flashes overhead and loud thunder follows right away. Drema flinches but keeps running "Nighty!" his voice lost in the loud rumble and thunder.

Dream is right by him and reaches for him. But another flash of lightning and Dream is blinded. Once he opens his sockets he is no longer by the forest. No, he is in the village. People are screaming. He searches for Nightmare only to see his mother burning in the distance. Her branches ablaze in bright orange light.

Dream rushes towards her. Panic. Why can't he stop this? Why did it happen?

He reaches her but it is already too late. His mother is gone. HIs friends are gone. His brother...

His brother...

Staring at him with betrayal. Dream can feel the hurt and betrayal in the other and Dream realises his has his hand out.

He had hit him. He had attacked him.

Dream reaches for his brother but Nightmare flinches back, away from him.

Because he had hurt him.

Dream can't speak. He can't move.

Nightmare glares at him "Nothing to say for yourself?"

Dream tries but no words leave him. Please Nighty. He is sorry.

Nightmare just continues to glare at him "After everything?! You only came because of those stupid villagers?!"

Dream shakes and tries to shake his skull. tries to deny it. But he can't. His body isn't moving. Nightmare is right, dream had always only cared about the village and what they wanted.

Nightmare turns and walks away. Away from him. Away from their ruined home.

Dream wants to follow but can't move. He is locked in place. just like he had been when he had been turned to stone.

He tries to reach for Nightmare but he is already gone and everything goes dark. Just dark dark dark dark-

Dream gasps as he sits up and checks himself. He can move! He is fine! he... he...

He looks around and sees that he fell asleep on his couch again... in his own living room... again...

He sighs as he sits normally on the couch and puts his skull between his hands. That same dream again. it had been haunting him ever since he had first faced Nightmare. But the dream kept coming back more often lately, for almost two months now...

He is so tired. He can't deal with everyone needing his help today. He can't deal with everyone demanding his attention and support today...

Dream glances at his phone and grabs it. So many numbers in there and many many texts and missed calls already. He ignores them all and finds the right number. He calls it and waits.

"Hey Dream! How are you?"

Drema feels apart of him relax "Blue..."

"... What is wrong?"

Dream feels bad for asking this off him "... can... can i please come over?" he is suposed to be strong. a bringer of hope and light. Yet he keeps failing. He tries so hard but keeps messing up or not being enough.

"Of course. I will clear my own schedule. Can you get here okay?"

Dream smiles and nods "yeah... be there in a bit." Honestly thank everything for Blue.

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Dream sits on the couch in a different living room. Still feelign exhausted but a bit better. He had told Blue all about the dream he had had... The way it had been bothering him more and more lately and just how exhausting he had been lately.

Blue sits by him as he eats his bowl of cereal, Dream's own bowl untouched. Blue hums as he takes a bite "Seems to me that you are getting burned out." and he eats another bite.

Dream frowns "no? That is for people who do stuff they don't like. I like helping people!" generally... sometimes...

He is the guardian of positivity! He is suposed to like helping others! That is hiw whole purpose!

He wishes he could ask his mother... He wishes he could ask Nightmare, Nightmare had always been better at listening and hearing what their mother said.

Blue hums as he eats more of his breakfast "Everyone can get burned out by everything. It is why Ink can get an artblock. It is why Sci can get overwhelmed and annoyed with his own work. Jsut because you like soemthing doesn't mean you can't get stressed or overwhelmed by it."

Dream blinks confused at Blue and Blue smiles "My bro has it more often than me. Said it like that too much of one thing is always bad, no matter what it is."

Dream... Dream suddenly has a strong sense of dejavu.

Blue nods "Even stuff you like! Say... I love taco's. It is my favourite! But... if i had to cook it everyday and only eat taco's? I would get sick of it. It doesn't mean i don't like them any less. Just, even too much of a good thing is bad. you know?"

Dream gives a slow nod as he stares at Blue "what... what should i do?"

Blue shrugs as he finishes his meal "Take a break? Don't do the guardian stuff for a bit?"

Dream frowns "I can't take a day off!"

Blue tilts hsi skull "Why not? Having a good work ethic is important, I myself have one too, but i know i need breaks. Obviously not as much as some people!" Blue looks over his shoulder with a glare.

Stretch chuckles in the distance "guilty as charged!"

Blue huffs but turns back "But breaks are important. It is why there are rules nad laws about days off and having breaks every so many hours. It sounds to me that you have not been using your vacation days and you should at this point." he puts his empty bowl away and quickly washes it before joining his said again.

Dream already feels anxious. PEople like and listen to him because he helps them. If he stops doing that they may dislike him or not listen and then what does he do?!

Blue sits next to him and keeps waiting for a reply.

Dream rubs his arm "what.. what about... work? What about spreading positivity?"

Blue thinks it over "I mean... It should be fine right? The gang and your brother have been very quiet for the last... what... month? two months?"

Dream nods as he looks at his hands. the anxiety returns "He must be planning somethign big..." something gigantic. And dream has no idea and doesn't even know where to start with getting information or anything-

Blue snaps his fingers and Drema blinks out of his own thoguhts before shooting Blue a confused look.Blue grins at him "I honestly didn't expect that to work. Stop worrying about stuff that hasn't happened yet. Think about the here and now. Your friends are doing okay. The omega timeline doesn't need your help with anything they cna't do themselves. The gang hasn't done anything yet and Errir and Ink still have their third cease fire."

Blue pokes Dream "What will help you right now."

Dream stares at Blue for a moment before looking away. He thinks before he speaks "I think... I think I would like to go... home..." Blue frowns so Dream tries to explain "YOu know... home home... I haven't been there in ages... my... my magic has been... shifting... it is strange... I don't bring as much positivity to others as i used to anymore. Me just being there doesn't make others happy anymore. I... I was hoping... maybe i can find answers there?"

Blue blinks before smiling "That sounds like a wonderful idea! If you give me ten minutes I can get ready to join you."

Dream blinsk confused "You will join me?"

Blue grins and nods "Of course! what are friends for?"

Dream feels lighter and smiles "Thank you blue."

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not even fifteen minutes later and they had arrived in Dreamtale. Dream... Dream isn't sure what he had been expecting. but it was the same as he remembered. no colours. everythign is grey and frozen. lacking anytype of magic.

It hurt.

They had arrived at the village and blue looks around "oh.. i... i am sorry..." he holds his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

They walk around the village together and that same bittersweet feeling returns to Dream. He remembers playing games here. the little marktes he would visit. How everyone would always be happy to see him.

It had been a beautiful place.

And now it is gone and-

Dream freezes. Blue doens't notice as he keeps walking but dream can't look away. because there in the distance... in another building... that... that looks like...

"Nighty?"

The mirage, or vision, or hallucination looks up in shock. before pure fear overtakes the expression.

He looks so young... had they been that young?

Dream feels himself take a step closer. his soul is pulsing madly and his sockets starts to itch with tears. is he going insane?

The tiny form disappears from view as it disappears behind a wall and out of the view of the window.

Dream doesn't think and starts sprinting.

"Dream?! What is wrong?!"

Dream doesn't stop to explain. He runs through the empty streets. please. please. just a moment longer. just bring that vision back. He just wants to see his brother one more time.

Please.

A crack much like a thunder fills the air and Dream rushes into the house he had originally seen the vision in.

Nothing.

Dream sobs as he falls to his knees.

He was too late again.

Blue joins his side a moment later but Dream can't even begin to explain.

Why did it feel like he lost his brother all over again?

Why did his soul hurt this badly?

Blue holds him and continues to hold him until Drema calms down again.

Dream sobs "Maybe... maybe this was a mistake..." he can't admit he jsut saw a vision of his own brother but as a child... He can't admit he is actually going insane.

Blue just continues his hug "Or maybe this is exactly what you needed. You have been holding in this grieve for a long time Dream. Maybe it needs to be released?"

Maybe he has a point. Dream leans heavily into the hug.

Blue holds them both up easily "Any place you want to visit?"

Dream holds it tightly before looking around "Maybe... maybe my friend is still here? It has only been about two years since a left." she had given him tea and let him sleep on her couch... Later she had broken him out of his stone prison and helped him as he grew up to be who he is today.

He wants to be sure she is okay.

Blue nods as he looks around the village "where to?"

Dream points in a direction "Her house should be over there..." They walk together in silence and Dream finally spots the old house. But it looks old and broken. As if no one had lived there for centuries.

Dream feels himself shake "That can't be right." he rushes inside and freezes as he finds a pile of dust.

oh... how?

Dream sits next to the pile and sobs. Blue joins his side and hugs him.

Time passes and Dream ends up carefully collecting the dust and putting it in a jar. He will have to figure out what her favourite things were and-

"euh... Dream? What is this?"

Dream blinks and looks over to see Blue holding an old beautiful book. Dream frowns as he walks over and reads the title.

'Dreamtale'

Dream feels himself freeze "I... I don't know... where did you find it?"

Blue points towards the room. Dream frowns "I... i was told to never enter that as that had been her personal room. I didn't want to breka the trust..."

Blue hums before just opening the book. Dream hisses "Blue!"

Blue doesn't even look apologetic "Dream. If i have learned one thing about the multiverse, is having an universe named after one person spells trouble for everyone else in that universe. Why would she hide this from you?"

Dream can't help but agree and the two sit together at the table and start reading the story.

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Dream wants to throw up. He is going to throw up. He just sits with his skull in his hands.

How... how often had nightmare asked him not to leave... to leave him alone? How often had Nightmare told him that the villagers didn't like him.

Dream... Dream never listened.

Dream sobs as he lays fully on the table.

The person he thought had been his friend... the person who gave him tea and a place to sit and rest. drugged him... all to make sure he couldn't interfere when they went to... when they had planned to murder... to murder...

dying...

all those years again.. Nightmare had accused him of not even caring that he had been dying. dream had thought it had been the corruption somehow talking to him, mocking him. Trying to make him feel horrible...

It had been Nightmare himself... accusing him of leaving him to be hurt and die alone.

And he had been right.

Dream sobs as tears leave his sockets. His sight finds the jar with dust of that... that... woman! That! Rage burns through him but two arms keep him in place.

"It is okay Dream. Let it all out."

Dream shakes his skull as he pushes closer to Blue "It isn't okay!! I am a fucking idiot! I was too fucking blind and now! Now I-" more sobs.

Blue jsut holds him tighter "You were a kid dream"

Dream sobs as he tightens his hold on blue "So was nighty..."

His dreams... his dreams and even that hallucination must have been trying to tell him all along there was more than he saw. That something had been going on. But dream was too busy. Always too busy. Before he had been too busy wiht the village and villagers... and now he was too busy with the multiverse.

eventually the tears dry as Blue just keeps holding him.

Dream sniffs "How do i fix this?"

Blue pauses his movement and clearly thinks for a while. Dream feels worse the longer Blue doesn't answer.

Blue sighs as he leans his own skull against Dream "I don't know. I would say you could try to talk with Nightmare but... well..."

Dream tightens his hold on Blue. every time him and Nightmare met they never spoke. Dream had for a while tried to tell Ngihtmare he could do better nad make up for the wrongs he did...

No wonder Nightmare doesn't want to speak to him anymore. Dream pretty much said that Nightmare should feel bad for fighting for his own survival... that he should feel bad for killing those who tried to kill him.

Dream feels sick all over again as he pushes closer to Blue. Being near blue helps.

Blue keeps a tighter hold on him "For now... you can take the book with you at least... keep your story with you you know? And maybe try and approach the subject if you see him again?"

Dream nods before anxiety reaches him "How will i tell everyone this?"

Blue pulls back and stares him in the socket "Stop. YOu dont have to tell them."

Dream looks away "They deserve an explanation and-"

Blue shakes his skull and looks at Dream "They don't. Just because they think they do deosn't mean they actually do. You don't have to hurt yourself to please them. You don't have to share this just opened hurt with those who won't support you dream."

Dream still feels sick "won't that be selfish?"

Blue shakes his skull "people demanding you share your trauma with them are entitled. You don't have to tell anything if you aren't comfortable."

Dream sniffs before nodding.

Blue nods and slowly helps him too his feet "Now. We came here with a mission and that was to find out what was up with your magic... the book didn't hold the answer so i am going to assume it may have to do with adult you. is there any other place you could learn more of yourself?"

Dream frowns. his head still a bit foggy "maybe... mom would know... but she never told us much... and she is gone... and i haven't been there since... well. i turned to stone." even after he got broken out he hadn't been brave enough to return.

Blue nods "How about.... we walk around first... see if we find anymore... clues" he eyes the book before looking back at him "And once you are ready go see your mom?"

Dream thinks for a moment before nodding.

Dream and Blue end up going to the hill after a quick walk around the village. All the good memories that Dream had had had already turned bittersweet after them dying. Now? They just burned him. Made Dream angry in a way he couldn't put into words. He had helped those unthankful assholes! He helped them day after day after day! Adn they hurt... they hurt... They killer his mother! They tried to kill Nightmare!

They walk up the hill silently and dream is dragging is feet.

Dream didn't think he could feel worse but he was wrong.

Because right by the dead stump of his mother.

Are two old graves.

One saying Nim. One saying Dream.

The worst part is that they looked well maintained and there are fresh flowers on them.

After that Blue calls it a day and helps him home. Saying that they will ask other people in the multiuniverse about gods changing powers later. and with a crack like thunder they teleport away and out of that universe again.

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... *coughs* did someone say brother complex? Also this ended up a lot longer than planned? Woops? Look it was just suposed to be about Dream seeing tiny NIghtmare in their old AU but then a lot happened and I figured Dream also had a lot of trauma and well... tada?

Look. I never said Dream was dealing well with the changes... If i am being honest Nightmare took his own slight body horror better than Dream took the slight changes around him and the vision of his younger brother :3

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anyway. Love you all. You are fun and nice to hang out with! See you next drabble. also i can't believe this account that i just had to give little extra information abut my main AU just... has a second AU living here now.... guess that happened...

[icycoldninja]

the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) finding out reader is pregnant???

Sparda boys + V x Pregnant!Fem!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Freaks the hell out--not out of disappointment or anger or anything like that, but out of excitement.

-Immediately starts researching dad jokes so he and Vergil can have a "dad-off" to see who can be cornier.

-Also helps you decorate and stuff, giggling and laughing the entire time.

-Talks a lot about his plans for the baby; how he wants to be a better dad than his was, how he wants to prepare it for demon hunting, and how he wants to train it to insult Vergil on sight.

-He's also got a whole-ass list of pranks to pull with the baby prepared, from chucking water balloons at your unsuspecting neighbors to TP-ing the neighborhood houses.

-Other than that clearly childish mischief, Dante's already rocking the "middle aged dad" vibes so he'll do fine.

■ Vergil ■

-His first thought was: "Oh no, not again."

-Vergil was legitimately afraid of having another child after what happened with Nero and his unknown mother, however, you managed to convince him that this would be different and that you wouldn't be going anywhere.

-Vergil had a lot of nightmares and troubled dreams the next few weeks. Though his heart wanted to believe you, his damaged mind had other plans, which it revealed to him in the form of horrible visions.

-With your help, and a lot of time, he got over these dark thoughts and began to see the light in having another child.

-Though he wouldn't dare speak it aloud, Vergil was convinced that the baby would reunite the Sparda family once and for all: Nero would finally have a sibling whom he'd want to visit, allowing Vergil to spend more time with his son, and since he, Nero, and the new baby would all be together, Dante would naturally join in and the boys could be bros again.

-After having that revelation, Vergil became noticeably more excited for the baby's birth.

□ Nero □

-Nero is excited but terrified.

-He's more than happy to learn you're expecting, but since he's so young, he's worried he won't make a good dad. You'd think he'd ask his parents for help, but no...he never knew his mom and his dad is less than pleasant.

-So, what does he do? Nothing. He puts his hood up and sits on the couch, doing nothing in tense silence.

-After an hour or so of brooding, he decides, fuck it, he's gonna wing it and be the best dad the Sparda bloodline will ever see.

-He proudly announces this fact over dinner at Devil May Cry, eliciting mixed responses, particularly from the soon-to-be-grandpa.

-You and Nero will be excellent parents who raise a happy, healthy child, he'll see to that.

● V ●

-Doesn't even know what being pregnant means, and can you really blame him? The only piece of literature he's ever read is William Blake's poetry, it's a miracle he can tie his shoes. Oh wait, he wears sandals.

-Griffon knows, somehow, and explains what it is. The minute the realization dawns upon him is the minute his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he nearly passes out.

-A baby, a real life baby is brewing gestating in your tummy and it's his?! He helped make life!? What?!

-V is ecstatic! He can't wait to read this baby bedtime stories, sing it lullabies, and rock it to sleep.

-Even his familiars are preparing; Griffon is ready to give it a light show with his magic and Shadow keeps bringing dead birds as gifts.

-V might be a complete noob when it comes to living life, but hey, so is your baby, so they can figure things out together.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi, I know you guys only searching for destiel fics but I'm just wondering if you guys also have any recommendations for dean acting like parent ish fic?

Hey! Here's some we could think of.

Fics where Dean doesn't consider himself a parent at first but ends up becoming one:

Kriah by ioascc

Dean can do this. He can. He can raise Jack Kline, Lucifer’s baby. No, not Lucifer’s… Cas’ kid. Their kid. With his mother gone, and Castiel dead, Dean finds himself hanging on by a thread. Castiel has died so many times on him, Dean is half-convinced himself that Cas will return to him. Dean evades the pain of the truth, carrying on in false hope until his soul renders into a million pieces. He learns quickly that taking care of a newborn is not for the faint of heart, sleep-deprivation, grief, and feedings rule most of the early days. During this time, Dean is forced to build a new life for himself. With a new name and identity change, Dean becomes a Dad. Something Castiel would be proud of. Dean cooks, he cleans, he reads, he sings his ABCs and 123s, and ultimately Dean does his best for Jack. It’s not until Jack grows into a small child that Dean feels like he can breathe again. The grief no longer suffocates him. His new life has meaning. He sees family and he allows himself to miss Castiel. To mourn him, to love him in death. And when Jack goes to school, Dean is once again reunited with friends and enemies from his past.

let's take a drive by sobsicles

Dean takes a really, really long drive to kick fear in the ass. It might just be the best thing he ever decides to do.

right in the palm of your hand by LoversAntiquities

Five years after Castiel's death, Dean has built a life in Murphy, North Carolina. A decent life, with a house he built with his own hands, and Jack, now five years old and beginning kindergarten in the fall. Only, after a string of failed relationships and sleepless nights staring at the urn on his windowsill, he makes an unwilling decision--to bury Castiel for good. Only, the night he and Jack bury Castiel's ashes, the unthinkable happens--Castiel rises from the dead, wounded from his time in the Empty, and with his resurrection comes questions Dean never thought he would need answered. Namely, how long will Castiel stay with him--and will the Empty come back for him, once and for all?

The Other Baby by DoctorProfessorSong

This is a canon-adjacent series of one shots in a world where Jack is reset as a baby and being raised by TFW. I am going to pick and choose canon at will and may not even be consistent between the stories. Seriously, it's just a bunch of fluff and angst surrounding babies and toddlers.

You Belong Among The Wildflowers by ImYourHoneyBee

Cas is gone and Dean doesn't know how to deal. Sunk deep into the worst depression he's ever been through Dean only pulls himself together when Jack comes to visit, intent on repairing his relationship with Castiel's son. Eventually, as a result of an offhanded comment Sam makes, Dean begins to dream of a better future and becomes determined to rescue Castiel from the Empty. It's a rough go, but he's successful and Cas is back. Fed nightmares during his time in the darkness of an angel's afterlife, Castiel doesn't believe that Dean is real. Refusing to speak or to come out of the literal closet, will Cas let Dean persuade him that he really is saved?

2. Dean helping with Cas' kids

A Little Grace by tricia_16

Castiel is well aware that a handsome, surprisingly gentle alpha like Dean was way out of his league even before he made the decision to become a single parent. Dean's been kicking himself for blowing his shot with Cas before he could even ask for it, and now Cas is happily taken (and adorably pregnant) by an alpha who doesn't deserve him. Neither one of them could have guessed that Castiel's baby would be what brings them together, but it turns out that a little Grace goes a long way.

Let Me Come Home by prosopopeya

It would be very inconvenient for Castiel to get a crush on Claire's foster parent.

Swan Upon Leda by kelsstiel

Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.

Start of Something Good by tricia_16

Dean Winchester is introduced to his new neighbor, Castiel, and his daughter, Claire, in an unexpected way. When an unlikely connection forms between Dean and Claire it also helps to push Castiel and Dean closer together. But Castiel has been hurt badly in the past and it's up to Dean to prove to Castiel that he can be trusted with both his daughter and his heart, even when outside sources try to make Castiel believe differently…

3. Dean acting like Sam's parent even though they're siblings:

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster

Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

Proof of Love by VioletHaze

Working two jobs and doing his best to pretend his little brother wasn’t leaving for Stanford in a few months, Dean let his friend Benny talk him into a much needed night out. What started out as a fun evening at the bar ended with Dean drunk and face-to-face with a couple of cops outside a bakery. When the bakery owner gave him the chance to come back the next day and deal with his mess instead of going to jail, Dean knew he’d been given an opportunity he couldn’t squander. If only the blue-eyed guy didn’t seem to hate Dean…

White-Collar Contract by CBFirestarter, TrenchcoatBaby

Caught between the lesser of two evils, omega Dean Winchester is thrown into the orbit of Castiel Novak—a gorgeous, older, and incredibly wealthy businessman…and perhaps the only alpha who wants him for his brains, not his body. Castiel has no interest in bending Dean over the nearest surface and fucking his brains out, which is a first. Not that Dean cares about the alpha’s lack of interest. Nope. Uh-uh. He couldn’t care less.

[seramilla]

Something I think could happen in the Vaggie is Related to Carmilla AU, but after the reveal that Vaggie is her lost child, Carmilla occasionally gets nightmares that the Exorcist she killed was Vaggie

Sure she had already "fallen" at that point but now knowing the truth about Exorcists Carmilla has these nightmares of losing her daughter again, and that it's her fault again

(pretty much had this thought with both your AU and sunsetcougar's Biotech Exorcists AU)

For as long as she's been forging angelic weapons, the threat of the Exorcist horde has been a real, tangile reality for the Carmines, as long as they were putting themselves in the crosshairs of the conflict with Heaven. Carmilla had managed to mostly stay under Heaven's radar for a long time. Until the day she and her girls were discovered, and there was an attempt on her daughters' lives. Carmilla had only done what she had to do -- protect Odette and Clara at all costs, even if the cost is an angelic life.

The dreams have plagued Carmilla ever since. It's always the same variation of the same dream -- an Exorcist is attacking her girls, and she swoops in to save them, letting that infusion of adrenaline and fear fuel her actions, and chopping off their attacker's head at the neck. The sight had been traumatizing, grotesque, but also necessary. Still, Carmila worries if this is a new part of her punishment here in Hell for killing an angel -- to forever be plagued by those memories. Especially since they are worse now, knowing that Vaggie, her daughter, used to be one. Now Vaggie is the one invading her dreams.

Ever since this realization came to light, the dreams have twisted into an ugly, terrifying, evil approximation of the original nightmares she used to deal with. A part of her wishes she could go back to those, because now all she can when she's going in for the killng strike is Vaggie there in front of her. Every time, night after night, she kills her own daughter, and can't help but wake up screaming into the void of her dark, empty room, all alone.

She's tired. She needs sleep. She just wants the dreams to stop, so she can get some actual rest for the first time in weeks. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, or her maternal instinct is finally getting the better of her; Carmilla isn't certain, but she reaches over to grab her phone all the same. The clock app says it's well after midnight. Still, Carmilla just needs confirmation. Needs to hear her voice. She just has to know...

Carmilla calls Vaggie. She doesn't know why she does this. Vaggie will either be angry at her for calling so late, or won't pick up at all, because her phone is on silent. Thankfully, blessedly, after four rings, Carmilla is sent directly to voice mail. She clears her throat, and waits for the beep to indicate she should leave a message. At least she can get some of her anxiousness out of her system this way.

"Vaggie...this is Carm--your mom. I'm really sorry to be callng so late. I was just...thinking about you. Wondering if you're okay. You don't need to call me right back. I just wanted to hear the sound of your voice. This is probably very strange. You don't even need to call me back, if you don't want to. A text would be fine. Just, please...let me know you're all right? Okay. I....love you. Good night."

Carmilla hangs up the phone, and rolls over to face another fitful night's sleep. She hopes Vaggie doesn't think she's crazy for leaving that voicemail. But Carmilla considers that is the least of her worries, right now. Just so long as Vaggie is okay, protected, and safe...then Carmilla will be okay, too...won't she?

[forthechubbies]

Mommy Virgin ll // Alpha! Babydaddy! JJK x Pregnant! Chubby Reader

W! Strong Language¡!..Sexy buff men¡! Jk in uniform¡! Guess the guest star? Not a warning but 🤷🏽‍♀️

Pssst...if you're new, You might need this -> Mommy Virgin I

An eye-opening scenery opposite of once you closed them welcomed your weary eyes. The sun-kissed your chubby cheeks-Your..in a field...Again, your modesty was at stake this time around the bend.

The nightgown felt like a second layer of skin...clingy onto every curve on your body. You covered yourself from the chilling breeze.

Where's the solder? He didn't do this...Did he? But I would notice him carrying me.

Between the pervious nightmare and now, This place is heaven on earth-soft vibrate flowery fields was a sight for sore eyes. Yet, We all know since can change in a *Snap* especially in a dream.

"Are you alright?" This man was also dressed in military training attire. If his muscles and tattoos weren't intimidating enough then his piercings may do the trick...but he did had a charm to him. "Are you bleeding anywhere?" The soldier nonconsensually examined your bare legs something you didn't mind..honestly.

Only thing you could do was watch. You found yourself speechless over your new dreamland hunk much like Chu Buyeon. However Instead of long black hair, this guy's cut was short like the male leads in ceo themed K-dramas, his eyes were round and child-like, and his smile-

"Miss?" You appeared in a dazed state to the soldier. "Miss, I'm gonna take you with me for safety and medical treatment..."He attempted explained through your daydreaming.

As his large body crouch in closer, You sat still for the soldier as he carried you respectfully. He kept you close to his heart leaving you the perfect opportunity to read his name tag. Jeon.

About halfway through the journey you discovered a horrifying restriction in this dream, You weren't able to utter a word. You attempted to greet the soldier yet he didn't answer. He can't hear you.

"I'm sorry if I'm scaring you.." His voice was comforting. " I just wanted to get you into a safer place..not near the training grounds...it's not safe for citizens."

The soldier's handling of you resembles how a person treats glass.

Along the way, You can't help but notice his beautiful facial features. His brown eyes go deeper than you imagined, there's a cute mole under his bottom lip, a big cute nose, bunny teeth ♡ and chubby cheeks.

There's no way he's a soldier. You though throught the shock.

Before you could consent, you were in the arms of another man this soldier was bashful but crazy strong much like the bunny one. Woo read the patch on his chest. Woo's eyes widen at Jeon " Dude!" He was frantic. Women are strictly not allowed on base and for a good reason-the men. Woo restricted the entrances and blocked the windows. "What the hell?! Are you crazy or do you just have a death wise!?"

Woo kept his volume low ensuring he doesn't surprise you with his harsh tone to his comrade.

" I found her laying in the training fields. What else was I suppose to do, Do Hwan?.." Jeon took pride in lending you his aid regardless of the trouble that comes with you but it's not your fault in his eyes, you're a lost bunny (ironically). " If you were in my shoes you would have done the same thing." He stressed.

Woo could only sigh. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." He backed off - "It's just a really what the hell moment, right now."

" How do you think I feel? " Jeon added his horrifying experience. "I was scared shitless fucking running with her WITHOUT anyone seeing her." He reeks of fear.

Surprise! It's a Teaser! I'm sorry but it's more of a tester than Teaser. I'm getting writers block for this story but I love it so much. Please tell me if you like it.

[yaraaltrospace]

Idea: DEVILMAN painchild

After watching Devilman CRYBABY, and with influence from Madoka Magica's Rebellion, I had this idea. 

If you don’t agree with it for any reason, it’s okay. All I really wanted was that ONE incarnation of Devilman had a happier ending.

—-

Akira Fudo wakes up back to his usual self, Miki and his family and friends still exist, and no one seems to remember anything about the demons’ attacks, despite Akira being sure it all felt real. As he starts questioning if everything he lived as Devilman was indeed just a horrible nightmare, as him, Miki and Miko go home the same way they did, this time Akira stops Miki from taking a different path, attempting to come clean at least about his feelings; however, they’re interrupted by Miko’s finding of a famished, crying little girl, with an unusual resemblance to Ryo.

Ryo ends up passing by them anyway, nearly running over Miko; he seemingly doesn’t remember a thing despite asking Akira’s help as before. Akira initally refuses, justifying that the child needing help, but Ryo gives him the address in case he changes his mind, because he doesn’t trust anyone but him. As Akira and his friends take care of the little girl, who’s revealed to be amnesiac, they give her the name Ran (her only being able to remember the R from her name), and the Makimura family makes up their mind to adopt her, since as far as they know, there is no known evidence of her past life and family; Akira however cannot stop thinking about Ryo’s ask for help, even with his mind made up to not go; but as he considers the possibility of having time-traveled somehow, he reaches the conclusion that he could frustrate Ryo’s plans against the world. But to do that, he needs to become Devilman again.

And so he does exactly that, invading Sabbath just as chaos begin rising, and to Ryo's surprise. This time however, he takes Miki with him so she can witness everything with her own eyes.

This time Akira comed clean about becoming a Devilman and in some part, about that dream not being actually a dream, even if fearing she wouldn’t support him as she did before. But she does, especially after seeing the irrefutable evidence. Ryo is irritated that Akira is willing to rely his new identity on a human, but does get convinced, as Miki offers to help on Devilman’s ability training and promises to not let her parents know. Ryo also gets suspicious about Ran, who in human eyes seems the same size, but for others appears to be growing up really fast.

Seeing things not going to plan, especially before and after the Silene battle, where Miki sleeps together with Akira, under the demon's influence (multiple times in fact), and after Silene's defeat, accepts Akira's feelings for her, Ryo advance his plan, causing paranoia with demon footage. However, when Akira’s first targeted, Ran defends him and as she cries out for the mob to leave him alone, an telekinetic wave sends them all away, and Devilman carries her away, comforting his teary-eyed little sister while also pondering if she is a Devilmen herself. Also, Miki manages to spread footage of Akira/Devilman’s true colors around the media, undoing part of the damage Ryo caused and making Devilmen around the world to reveal themselves and come meet Akira.

Ran, Miki and the other Devilmen, including Miko, officially start an activist group in favor of the idea that demons can have human hearts, and surprisingly defending Ryo, using the story of him “being controlled by someone who wants merely chaos”; Akira however doesn't fully believe this ideal, still not willing to let history repeat itself. They do succeed in gathering followers, especially because of Devilman’s kindness shown in the footage; considering how many still rather believe in Ryo though, the world is torn apart by these opposite beliefs. In the moment Ryo's speech to ensue chaos arrive, his transmission is hacked by the activists, showing not just Akira as a good person, but also the others helping the community as Devilmen. As the group invades, Ryo is furious at Akira for "betraying him", but Ran calls him out, demanding that Satan reveals himself as the one "controlling this innocent man". Cornered by all sides, Ryo has a mental breakdown, claiming he knows what he's doing and that they cannot avoid "his revenge on God"; this alongside his sudden disappearance, proves to the crowd that Ryo Asuka is indeed Satan, or being controlled by it.

Later, while the parties look everywhere for Ryo, Akira talks to a stronger, more grown up Ran; he finally understands that indeed he time-traveled, but as a part of a looped reality.

One that always ends the same way: the world being destroyed, Akira dying by Satan's hands and the angels descending to restart everything, as a settled punishment by God himself.

However, Satan lost a part of himself on the last loop: one of his wings.

“An artifact from the past, which influences the future.”

Ran's formation caused a paradox, a breach on the time loop, that restarted the previous timeline/world to an extent.

Once finding this out, instead of pushing her away, Akira vows to protect her, understanding now the reason for her story about Ryo being controlled; SHE IS Ryo, the part of Satan that once was his friend, a version of him that remembers the loop and all they've been through the last time, and that cries for it.

When the crucified people are defended by Devilman, this time among the angry mob, the Devilmen reunite along with the humans who believe in him, and they stand with him, freeing the injured humans and leaving behind the silenced mob. Miki is attacked anyway by Wam; this time Ran, now having unlocked a big portion of her powers, stands between her and the mob, allowing her to meet Akira and flee. However, Ran can only fight for so long, giving Miko a way to escape and eventually being cornered and ripped to pieces by the mob, as Psycho Jenny watches from afar. However, as well as saddened for "the death of his best friend", Akira's glad that "his beacon of hope for humanity" is safe.

Alongside the Alliance of Devilmen, far away from the upcoming war, Miki and Akira get married, her revealing to be pregnant. Akira confronts Satan, revealing his knowledge of Ran being Ryo, not longer a part of him; to this, he reveals that after the mob attack, Satan asked Psycho Jenny to help him absorb Ran back into his body, and that all this effort to change things was useless; Akira however rebuffs that, that something HAS changed, even he doesn't see it. 

Devilman and Satan confront each other again, and demons and Devilmen fight, with more humans by Akira’s side, some praying for both their victory and "the soul of Ryo Asuka trapped in the middle of this battle". However, when Satan unleashes the attack that always kills Akira in the previous loops…

Akira wakes up back on Earth, with his body only having a small injury, but his legs still attached to his body; by his side, an unconscious, seemingly lifeless, Ryo. As he holds the body, and looks up to see the angels's descend interrupted, Akira starts understanding what happened: Ran was still conscious inside Satan, joining the prayers for Ryo's soul; so when Satan unleashed his attack, she made him take the blow instead of Akira, splitting Satan in half.

Akira cries for Ran/Ryo's sacrifice, thanking him for not letting his tears dry this once; as he sees the water levels lowering around the spot that stand in, Akira concludes God has given them a chance; as indifferent as Satan deemed him to be, even so, He allowed this world to exist. Akira then hears the calls of surviving Devilmen and humans, Miki among them, all coming in a boat. As he comes aboard with the lifeless body of Ryo Asuka, he prevents anyone to come near him, still shedding tears for his friend, saying that "he's free". 

However, as he looks down, he notices Ryo tearing up as well; Ran is officially Ryo now, living in his subconscience in Satan’s place… and providing him the human emotion Satan always seemed to forget, making him cry and outloud apologize for all he did, all the people who died and how the chaos he caused. He admits his feelings for Akira, his jealousy for Miki and how he hated himself; Akira comforts him, proclaiming no matter what happened in this future they gained, even if he's eventually judged by Satan's crimes against humanity, they’d always be friends, and he was sure of that now.

We have a timeskip to some more years into the future; Akira and Miki’s baby is born, a girl named Jun, who inherited some of Akira’s Devilman abilities (Devilman Lady, anyone?). Meanwhile, Ryo follows through with Ran’s story that he was “possessed by Satan“, and works to build and reform diplomatic alliances in this rebuilt world, as well as aiding in the construction of a “Devil nation”.

Deep into his subconscience, Ran talks with Psycho Jenny, and despite her arguments that her efforts were for none as Satan would still go through the loop, Ran points out all she did was to stop Ryo Asuka from being a part of Satan’s plans and God’s punishment, at least in ONE world; Jenny is free to go after Satan if she desires, but God had spared Ryo this once, and Ran will make sure to bear his sins with him, aiming her efforts to keep the one person Ryo and her love more than ever, Akira Fudo, happy in this world. 

She is a “Painchild”.

[hypermania]

Omg Court you have to watch The Newsreader. It's like The Newsroom but with disaster bisexuals.

so i actually just blew through both seasons based on a rec by @pynkhues and i had a lot of fun watching but i was also really frustrated the entire time and i couldn't quite put my finger on why. i kept restructuring and rewriting the episodes in my head as i was watching them. at first i thought the problem was that the news station itself wasn't really a character in the show and that made it feel like something was missing, but after watching season two i think i've figured out the real issue: there are no stakes. well, that's not entirely true. there are stakes. i just don't know what they are. i have a vague idea of what some of the characters' goals are but i have no idea why.

i know dale watched the news every night when he was a kid and now wants to be a newsreader but i have literally no idea why. does he want to be famous? does he want to make his family proud in a public way after what happened in high school? does he just want to be rich? does he actually care about the news? did watching the news as a child give him a sense of comfort he wants to give other people? no idea.

i know helen wants to do more hard-hitting news but, again, i have literally no idea why. was journalism always important to her? doesn't really seem like it based on the comments about her being a game show host prior to this. is it not actually about the news itself but her wanting to be taken seriously because she's a woman and believing that's the only way it can happen? is it about her actual politics?

and on that same note, is she actually a nightmare to work with? has she actually had trouble doing her job in the past? is it just garden variety misogyny? i have literally no idea. lindsay makes comments constantly but nothing is actually substantiated. there's never a moment where someone is like "remember that time in '85 when she broke down and we had to cut to dead air?" nobody ever says anything that clarifies whether or not she is actually a problem outside of what we see (and what we see, in my opinion, is her being 10x more professional than almost everybody else, just with a side of tears because she's a mess in her personal life lol).

what about noelene? has it always been her dream to be a big shot producer or is this just a job to her? does she actually care about her career? she says she does but i don't really get that feeling. and how does she feel about rob's casual racism? she makes a comment about him not staying in contact with any of his aboriginal teammates but there is zero follow through on it. is being with him more important to her than her job? if he hadn't apologized and supported her, would she have gone to america? i don't know! and i have no idea why her father doesn't like rob. is it because he's white? because he's older? because he's not good enough for her? is it because he wants more for his daughter? would he feel that way about any guy? or is it rob specifically? no idea!

and those are just the character stakes. there's also a lack of situational stakes that's a problem. i think the best example of this is the episode where they do the election coverage. towards the end, there's a moment that's supposed to be tense while they're waiting to hear about the ratings, but it doesn't feel tense because until that moment, i had no idea that was a concern for them. i mean, i know ratings are a concern because i understand how television programming works, but it wasn't a stake that was set up at all in the episode. the characters should've all been making little comments about the ratings and how important it was to them that they beat geoff throughout the entire episode so that when lindsay finally got that call and everyone was quietly holding their breath, the audience would also be holding their breath along with them to see if they pulled it off. but instead it was just like "oh yeah i guess ratings are probably important? are they trying to be number one? are they trying to get a certain number? oh they just wanted to beat geoff. well that makes sense." it all just fell flat.

anyway, you didn't ask for this critique or my complaints but i needed to get it off my chest. i still greatly enjoyed the show. i love having unapologetic disaster women on my screen. i love seeing what the big news stories were in australia in the eighties. i love how atrocious the fashion is. etc. i had a lot of fun. i'm excited for more episodes.

[blackjackkent]

This redcap was much more powerful than the ones in the swamp, but not more powerful than us; Karlach basically one-shot it. And now we know for a fact exactly what hag we're dealing with. Hector is not happy about this development.

He is much more powerful than he was when they last met Ethel. And thinking about her earlier, he thought of her like an enemy out of a dream, as if it happened to someone else; he's changed so much since then.

And yet... now that it is immediate and real, the idea of facing her again feels unsettling, as if it recalls all those moments of terrible, incapacitating fear from his early days on the road. The urge to run, to panic...

Calm. He forces himself to calm. Ethel can't be allowed to continue her rampage of terror if he can stop it again. And there's one potential item of new hope - the redcap mentioned some book that Mayrina and her companions have... something that can truly hurt the hag, for real.

"That lying, thieving, scaly little *shit*," Mayrina snaps as he approaches her. "Thanks for knifing the bastard." She pauses, looks him up and down. "That makes twice you've saved me. I'm starting to think you're my guardian angel."

She was not particularly gracious about Hector saving her the last time, so this is a nice change.

"Good to see you again, Mayrina."

"You too. I've come a long way since we last met. Decided I was sick and tired of feeling stupid. Helpless. So I decided I wasn't going to be a victim anymore." She gestures at her compatriots. "This group is made of survivors. People like me who've been hurt by hags. I brought them together to fight back. We tracked a hag to the city, but lost her trail, right after she snatched a little girl."

(Oh, shit - does this tie into the quest to find Vanra???)

"Any connection to our old friend Ethel?" Hector asks cautiously. The redcap mentioned "Auntie", but... maybe there's some sort of mistake...

"I bloody hope not," Mayrina says, alarmed. "I see her enough in my dreams. No, Ethel is dead, thanks to you. But this one is no less of a nightmare. The moment I started investigating the missing girl, I felt the hag's eye on me. Next thing, I was sprouting wool and bleating up a storm."

Hector decides not to mention the redcap's comments for now. Mayrina already has enough to worry about. Besides... something else about her story is pinging. A girl, taken by a hag... perhaps more than one child has been kidnapped in the city, perhaps it's even likely, and yet when he first learned about Vanra there was that whole strange business with the memory-modified Fist guard...

"Wait," he says slowly. "Is this Lora? She said her daughter disappeared in the Blushing Mermaid..."

Mayrina's expression lights up eagerly. "That's her! And she vanished in the 'Maid? That sounds like a lead! We'll do what we can to find the girl but our chances are a lot higher with you on our side. Check the safe in the back - I've done my homework on hags since we last tangled with Ethel. Take whatever you need. I know it by heart anyway."

OK, Hector is actually quite proud of Mayrina; she's come a long way since the swamp too. And she's being much more gracious about working alongside him, and she's clearly incredibly determined to settle this matter.

We get a cool staff for helping out here.

Hector doesn't use a quarterstaff anymore but we'll give this to Gale when we get back to camp.

The safe she mentioned has two books in it. The first is a journal and study on a weapon we can use against the hag to get Vanra back:

(Wait, hags reproduce by EATING children? Alive and whole? Swallowed like a snake eating an egg? That's fucked up.)

The other's a book about general hag weaknesses:

Got it. So when we fight her (pretty sure it definitely is Ethel reborn again, based on this), we've got to burn any nearby mushrooms.

The safe also has the material to make one (1) copy of the Hag's Bane item, so we'd better be very careful how we use it to get Vanra back. We'll only have one shot.

Adrielle is not taking things very well.

"This is all my fault. Mayrina was hexed mere days after the dragonborn joined us. Why didn't I see it?"

"Hags and their agents are liars and cheats by nature," Hector points out.

"That's no excuse. I know what they're like, yet still I welcomed the dragonborn with open arms. Mayrina was right about you. Thank you - for saving her when I couldn't."

Poor kid. :( Her diary nearby suggests that she fell into a terrible state after her past hag encounter - drunken stupor, basically - and Mayrina was the one who pulled her out of it and gave her purpose again. Hopefully we can deal with Ethel for good this time and give them all some peace.

The Blushing Mermaid isn't far off, but I'm gonna go back to systematically working through the Lower City and we'll get there soon, hopefully. :D

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

anyway I adore Kingsley so have a character study I guess <3

Kingsley bounds to the front of the ship, looking out at the water with childlike glee. Childlike is right, he’s technically not even three months old. Sometimes he feels older, sometimes he really does feel like the child the others seem to think he is.

Everything is still so fascinating and new but also familiar. The ship isn’t familiar, neither is the water, but the people are. Jester and Fjord. It feels as though he should know them but he doesn’t.

Every so often he gets a flash of a memory, Jester smiling up at him, whispering to him in Infernal. Or Fjord bisecting some kind of creature with a sword.

He doesn’t tell them as much, doesn’t want them to get their hopes up that whoever inhabited this body before him is returning. He’s not that person anymore, either of them, and it’s taking them all some adjusting.

Kingsley takes a big breath of salty air as the wind blows his coat back, certain with every bone in his body, that he's never done this before.

They tell him he used to read fortunes. And apparently they’re right. His hands know the worn deck of tarot cards Jester hands him. He knows how to get the card he wants to the top and how to trick his customer into thinking he’s genuine. Kingsley hates it. It’s not him. It’s something else, someone else in his head bleeding through.

So he gives the tarot cards back to Jester. The next time they make port he purchases a worn book on palm reading. He reads through it in one night, burning a candle down to the stand. And the next day he spends hours just staring at his palm. 

His life line is frayed, splitting off into three lines. He traces a nail through them, wondering which one is his. Wondering if it even matters.

His heartline is the deepest one. It means you love deeply and completely, the book had said. And that’s the one he’s become fixated on. How can his hand know more about him than he does? It doesn’t make any sense and yet at the same time it makes the most sense of it all. This hasn’t always been his body. Maybe the line was meant for someone else. Lucien? Mollymauk? 

Sometimes when he lies in his hammock below decks, he’ll trace that line over and over again, hoping beyond anything that it belongs to him.

The nightmares are the worst part. More often than not in the early months, he wakes up screaming names he barely knows, looking at faces he doesn’t remember. He dreams of a city made of roiling flesh. He dreams of a snowy road and a sharp blade. He dreams of a figure in red staring down at him. He dreams of dirt and ash and books and eyes. So many eyes. 

Nothing but fucking eyes.

Jester is always there to comfort him. She’s good at that. She’ll hold him in her arms, let him cry and babble on and on about his dreams, switching mindlessly between Common and Infernal. She doesn’t judge. She doesn’t tell anyone.

She’ll braid his hair and sing a song her mother wrote her. Kingsley doesn’t know his mother. He doubts he ever will. And it eats at him far more than he would ever let on. Jester never sees his thumb digging into his life line almost hard enough to cut the skin.

Unlike the others, Caduceus has no expectations of him. He is a welcome friend, despite their many differences. It's Caduceus that Kingsley talks to when he can no longer stand the thought of staring at his palm, wondering what it all means.

Caduceus takes his hand, gentle as ever, and turns his hand over so Kingsley can no longer see the lines. He taps his thumb against the scar on the back of Kingsley's hand, asks him how he got it.

Kingsley is prepared to say he doesn't know, that it's a relic from Molly or Lucien. But then he takes a better look at it and smiles, telling Caduceus that it's from when Fjord tried to teach him to cook and a huge wave rocked the ship making him cut himself.

And in that instant, Kingsley understands the point Caduceus is trying to make. It doesn't matter who came before him, it doesn't matter which lines are his, because at the end of the day it's his body now. Every day he's figuring out who he is, he's adopting mannerisms, he's learning. And he's growing.

And that has to be enough.

[just-eyris-things]

okay eyris rambling lets fucking goooo (because i dont remember if i've said any of this before)

soto spoilers so imma put a read more riiiight here.

So I was thinking and then I did some more thinking and then I thought some more! In conclusion: I've been thinking a lot lately. About Eyris.

Honestly, SotO fucking sucks for her.

All your friends and family are either dead or have left you because they have their own lives (and that's okay!!). Your girlfriend kinda disappeared without a world so I guess she dumped you. Your dragon child went for a long-ass nap, your life-long mission that you've tried so hard to avoid for most of your life is finally over and in theory you finally have what you've always wanted: freedom. There is no more Wyld Hunt, no more lose threads to pick up on. Your mission is over and you can rest peacefully in a shadow of a tree with a book in one hand and Elonian wine in the other.

So why do you feel so empty? Why do you feel like a part of you is gone now that it's all over?

So after the entire Oni business is over in Cantha, Eyris finally returns to Tyria. She tries to rest at Whale Tail Island and fails miserably. Sitting idly is not doing her any good. She hates how the moment she gets to sit down and relax, she immediately starts overthinking and having nightmares. She hates how all the problems that she avoided adressing are now resurfacing. So, she leaves for the Shiverpeaks. She could try to find Freya, right? She went missing after Bjora's Marches so...

SOTO SPOILERS BEGIN HERE. THEY SMOL BUT THEY STILL THERE.

While it keeps her occupied and she meets another norn, Yagna (more about Yagna in another post that I will eventually make, but here she goes for your "looking orbs" needs),

Eyris gets a call from "Caithe". By the Bear, she is sooo happy! Finally she's needed again. But she isn't aware of those feelings. Eyris just sighs heavily and says "well... I guess she's really gone...", then proceeds to go to the Grove to meet Caithe. Right after she gets it over with with the Reporter, she gets an unexpected letter - a letter from an old acquaintence and a Whispers agent, Laeyrin.

Laerin wants Eyris to investigate the disappearance of Wizard Tower in Garrenhoff. Eyris was hesitant but she agreed. She had nothing to do anyway. Laerin gives Eyris a little private comm device for the two of them only (she omits that latter info) and sends her on her way.

So we have:

Eyris, lost, traumatised, running away from confronting her past which causes her to get send into the demon realm

Laerin, who wants to slither back in because she's bored.

Peitha, Eyris's new brainworm. Eyris doesn't want to trust her. Eyris would still choose Peitha over her sadistic ex. Also she somehow finds Peitha's presence comforting. Peitha being in her brain somehow resembles the connection to the Dream and to Airell. Yes, it's a bit more intense since Eyris feels like she has NO privacy and that Peitha's watching and hearing EVERYTHING but... She'll take it. Eyris leans into it because something about Peitha is drawing her in. Idk, something something Eyris is trying to subconsciously replace Freya and Peitha is RIGHT THERE.

Okay ramble over. Two minor points left.

This is not where I was going when I started writing this post and

I was thinking "What if Freya and Eyris reunited in teh Wizard land or in Nayos but idk how to get Freya there so for now I am shelving this idea until I figure out how that could happen and if I realise there's no way - it goes into the idea trash can.

THANK YOU SORRY FOR THE LONG POST BYE--

[stargazeraldroth]

okay Dream and Ink are both just suffering in Balanceswap and I am Big Sad about it :( poor boys… at least they can hug each other??? but hhh Error smack some sense into Nightmare and then come get your husband and his adopted son!!!

also, Ink being Dream’s, like, pseudo parent is. very cute to me, I love that??? please tell us more about the two of them and their relationship… I need them to have one good thing :( what does Dream think of what Ink went through and his thought process following it? what’s his impression of Error and the creators? how does Ink feel about what Dream went through in his village? does he want Nightmare to be redeemed so Dream can have his brother back, or is he worried he’d just hurt him again? are they protective of each other?

Trust me, Error's TRIED to talk some sense into Nightmare, but he just... won't listen. Nightmare's too self-centered and entitled to accept criticism about how he acts or does things, even if they're true- especially if they're true. Also, Error can still be affected by the twins' auras, meaning that if Nightmare really wanted to, he could... persuade Error to see things from his perspective.

When Ink tells Dream about everything, he makes it clear that he doesn't want him to hate Error. But Ink's own views on the Creators heavily influence Dream's, though Dream isn't as expressive of them as Ink is. He sees some of the good points Ink makes in his thought process, but he doesn't know if Ink's perspective is the right one. And by the right one, he means it more like the right thing to do. He understands that both positivity and negativity need to exist, but he doesn't actually understand the idea of the Balance.

Ink is understandably and rightfully pissed about what Dream went through in the village. He thought Dream acted like a child when he came out of the statue, but to find out he was actually only 6 years old when it all happened... makes him feel some pity for Nightmare, too, but Nightmare's had centuries to grow and improve himself. Ink knows how much Dream misses Nightmare, but also knows that it's too dangerous for him. Nightmare wouldn't deliberately harm Dream, as I said before, but the situation wouldn't be fair to Dream. If his experience when he ran away was anything to go by, he'd be bedridden and miserable for the rest of his life.

But yes, they're very protective of each other, though Ink's a bit more protective than Dream is. In a way, Dream looks up to Ink as the parental figure he's never really had. Sure, Nim was... somewhat there, but she didn't really... take care of them. She couldn't, she had no body, but she wasn't really there emotionally, either... ironic, considering she's the original Guardian of the Tree of Feelings. Likewise, Ink treats Dream as though he is his own child, though he isn't exactly sure how to raise a kid or be a parent. Ink also feels a bit bad because he kinda dragged Dream into the whole mess, but while he'd like to just leave him with Error to keep him safe, he's paranoid. Error's working with the Omega Timeline, which is working with Nightmare. Ink knows that the twins' auras work on Error, but they don't work on him. He can't... he can't risk it.

But, in other news, Ink tries to help Dream learn how to control his powers. It's a bit of a mess, since Dream's magic is very different from Ink's. Not to mention that they have to consider avoiding Nightmare's detection... any sudden spikes in negative energy could catch his attention. But Ink tries his best to take care of Dream. He makes sure the kid is fed, has warm clothes, shelter, etc. Ink's trying his best :(

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

I fixed Dean's entry for Castiel in the MoL Bestiary

First purple: Like a child

I don't like an autism coded trait like seeing things literally being see as a child like trait. Because when Cas is seen like a child that means he gets less respect and faith in his ability

Second purple: Betrayed us

Bitch? Tf? When? He did nothing you didn't or wouldn't do yourself

Third purple: Left us

How dare Cas have the audacity to have a life outside of you and Sam I guess 🙄

Fourth purple: We will always have his back

Are you sure about that? Because it sure af didn't look that way in season 6. Sure it didn't work out, but you didn't side with Cas NOT because you can see the future and had a vision that it wouldn't work out. It's because you didn't like Cas working with Crowley

Hands up if Cas should get to write his own entry about Dean in the bestiary? But it has as much criticism in it as Dean's does if not more so?

I mean Bestiary is about animals both Supernatural and not Supernatural. Humans are animals

Are angels animals?

a living organism that feeds on organic matter, typically having specialized sense organs and nervous system and able to respond rapidly to stimuli.

Cas doesn't need to eat under ordinary circumstances so he's not an animal. But since his entry was written anyway then Dean and Sam really should be added as entries as well

Should be called "Supernatural beings" rather than bestiary

No no no make new vessel Crowley write Sam and Dean's entries. That would be amazing! Would have "morons" and "self-righteous" everywhere

Feathers wrote the previous entry about Squirrel and Moose. I've crossed out every Sam, Dean, my family and my brother/s and written "Moose" "Squirrel" and "moron" above that instead

I have to work quick though, before Feathers catches me editing his entry

Okay this is my entry

SQUIRREL AND MOOSE

Squirrel is a moody alcoholic and Moose has temper issues. They both come up with good ideas and have even outsmarted me but then when they open their mouth it's so moronic I wonder if God helped them? They've both caused so much collateral damage, and pain. But they think it's fine because they save one person every now and then. Anyway despite all that they are great big bloody heroes and unfortunately are a bad influence on me ...

I wish they wouldn't look down on Feathers when he loses his powers

Feelings >_<

This is my entry for Cas

FEATHERS

Cas is very powerful, very capable and very intelligent. Too many people, especially Squirrel underestimate him or look down on him. Even without powers he would be able to kick the candy out of most of his enemies

Feathers has been my partner in mischief! My enemy in arms! My hunter buddy! My crush! My kitten metaphorically speakinv

He is so magnificent I chose him over my revenge on Lucifer and I don't regret that decision

Feathers never gets boring unlike Squirrel. After six months with Demon Squirrel in a bar I wanted to tear off my own face

Right sorry this entry is about Feathers not my feelings! I got a bit carried away there. It was Feather's idea to fake my death and Feathers did a really good job lying to Moose and Squirrel. I was very proud that he had them fooled for two years!

He came up with so many good strategic ideas for getting monsters and he is amazing at torture! Better than me even. Which I may be a smidgen jealous about. I did teach him but he surpassed me

I also like ruffling his feathers because it's sexy when he slams me up against a wall

He did betray me but can you imagine if there were Leviathans running around in Hell? *Shudders* so it all worked out for the best. Beside he did apologize and he's too fun not to work with

I decided to forgive him and team up with him again because a life without Feathers is a boring one. Even Feathers as an enemy is better than no Feathers at all

Feathers has or used to have these powers

Entering human dreams. Okay so one day I was bored and I decided to give this human nightmares and Cas gave me the stare and turned my nightmare into a happy dream

So we were both trying to win the dream battle and well Cas won. Look he's an angel okay! He's meant to be stronger

Smiting demons

Telekinesis. Did you know he uses telekinesis just before a smite to stop a demon from teleporting away before the smite happens? Most demons can't teleport but on the off chance they can

He only bothers doing that if he means to kill the demon in a "hit list" sense rather than a "you're in my way" sense. I felt him holding onto me when I teamed up with Raphael but I wasn't worried because I had Raphael's protection

Teleportation. Okay so we would play this game where we had to teleport behind each other and tag each other. What you think spending two years together and it was nothing but business?

Time travel. I've been tempted to ask to be sent back in time myself but I've noticed how weak it makes him and I didn't want Cas to die but at the time I lied to myself and said it's because I didn't want my partner being too weak otherwise he's useless to me

His powers go above and beyond that so this will have to be continued at another date maybe

I've also enchanted my entry so none of those lot will be able to edit it or rip the page from the book

*A few hours later*

Crowley hears Dean yell "Crowley! What the hell is this? You son of a bitch!" as he points at his entry

Crowley smoothly responds "well that's an entry for you and Moose"

[thatonehypnokid]

'Cassandra' by Taylor Swift is actually from the point of view Clytemnestra, in this essay I will-

Maybe not an essay but some in-depth lyrical analysis instead:

'I was in my new house placing daydreams' It's her house while Agamemnon is at war, and she tries to make it into the perfect house of her dream - she is in charge now

Patching up the crack along the wall She's trying to keep her family - Electra and Orestes - together, even though it's become irreparably broken with the death of Iphigenia and with Agamemnon going to war

I pass it and lose track of what I'm saying 'Cause that's where I was when I got the call Clytemnestra has a system of fires set up specifically to tell her when the Trojan War is ended and her husband's coming home - this 'call' is the beginning of the end for her

When the first stone's thrown, there's screaming In the streets, there's a raging riot When it's "Burn the bitch, " they're shrieking I mean, 'bitch' for Clytemnestra? Need I say more? The woman who has been portrayed time and time again as a cruel, inhumane woman who kills her war-hero of a husband? Everyone in her story hates her and everyone who hears her story hates her

When the truth comes out, it's quiet A few interpretations here - firstly, everyone being quiet about the death of Iphigenia - they don't mention what Agamemnon did to start the war, instead letting it be forgotten to time, and being quiet if Clytemnestra ever does bring it up. Then, quiet in the way that the Chorus simply commentates as she kills her husband, only to do and say nothing to her face about it

So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst And tried to tell the town This line fits less well in that it is 'they' who killed Cassandra, but some sources state that is Aegisthus who murders her, whilst it could also be seen as a more general commentary on how Cassandra's phrophesysing led to her destruction, mentally and physically

So, they filled my cell with snakes, I regret to say Do you believe me now? LITERALLY - need I say more??? Her husband betrayed her by killing their child and if that doesn't make him a snake I don't know what does - and then her very own children turned against her.

I was in my tower weaving nightmares Twisting all my smiles into snarls They say, "What doesn't kill you makes you aware What happens if it becomes who you are?" Clytemnestra goes from being a princess of Sparta, sister to beautiful Helen, to wife of a man who has no qualms over killing their child - she becomes mean because she has to be to avenge her daughter's murder

They knew, they knew, they knew the whole time That I was onto something The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line They all said nothing No one stood by her as her daughter was murdered - Clytemnestra was literally the one to lead her daughter to the camp, thinking it was for a wedding, only to discover Iphigenia was a lamb meant for slaughter. The Greek chorus doesn't act to save Cassandra or Clytemnestra - they just watch and commentate, without taking any actions or supporting anyone through deeds instead of words.

Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll Because family meant less to Agamemnon than fighting a war over a woman, and the wealth and glory he could steal from that battle.

Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul Because although her daughter was sacrificed to the gods, what good did it do her? Clytemnestra, who was, instead, doomed by the fights, to be murdered by her own son.

TO SURMISE - I don't think T. Swift actually intended for this song to be read this way but I love Clytemnestra so much so I couldn't help but hear her story in between the lines.

[goryhorroor]

Do you have controversial horror opinions?

i don't think they're controversial per say but my friends especially don't agree with my opinions.

halloween 2 is better than the first. michael is way scarier in my opinion and I enjoyed the pacing much more than the first.

halloween should have ended after the 2nd. of course i know it is a cash grab, but it's obvious john carpenter wanted to end the michael myers, and it would had worked if people did not get so attached to him.

child's play 2 is the better child's play movie by far.

my favorite version of jason is actually the remake version. if that jason ran at me at top speed, i would shit myself. it would make sense he was a survivalist since he's been living in the woods, and i perfered how terrifying he could be. setting traps, throwing an axe at the one guy and hitting him in the back but not killing him so that his friends would come out and help him and he could pick them off that way.

nightmare on elm street 3: dream warriors is the best movie of the entire franchise. i liked the campiness and freddy's humor but also he was kinda of scary at some points that make the movie entertaining.

i hate shark horror movies especially jaws. not only did it ruin the shark population but it pinned attacks on great whites when it was never them to begin with.

I don't know if this is controversial, but i'll say it anyway: george r romero & wes craven are the best horror directors. not only did they break boundaries before anyone else did, but their movies were so good.

again don't know if this is controversal, but horror 2023 needs to bring back 80s horror campy style.

the new scream just showed that they're following in the same direction the other slasher films have done; it needs to end.

the term final girl has lost its meaning, and people have been using it for women in horror that doesn't fit the definition of a final girl.

there needs to be more final boys!!!!

sometimes it's nice to not have a horror make you think all the time. it's nice to just watch a slasher that makes no sense but is there to entertain you. this does not apply to the scream franchise because i still think that franchise needs to end.

[themediummultiverseau]

King Dream

CW: anything death related, medical problems

B. 1211 - D. 1241 (30)

Brain haemorrhage

King from the years 1232 - his death in 1241

Haunts the ruins of the old hospital

The beloved twin to Prince Nightmare, and as the younger twin, was never meant to take the throne, but that was okay! His brother was great at all the thinks a king had to do, and he wasn't, so he couldn't wait for the day his brother became king, because he knew he'd do great!

Ever since he was young, Dream had a love for animals, and while his brother often stayed in, learning etiquette and all the important (boring) stuff, Dream would go and take care of the animals. He had a love for a mare named Vesper, and would often go and take care of the horses the most.

One day, while taking care of the animals, Vesper gets spooked, and kicks Dream in the head, knocking him out. Dream is in a coma for around a month, and when he wakes up, he's celebrated by the people, clearly, this was a miracle from God!

During one such celebration, someone says to Dream that he will make a great king after his mothers death. This confuses Dream, what about Night? Speaking of, why isn't he here? he hasn't seen him since waking up, and they were always so close! Dream asks about his brother, and everyone goes quiet. Some glare at him, but most turn the heads down and start preying. Dream is understandably confused, and turns to his mother, only to see her staring into space, her face pinched. She tells Dream that Nightmare was dead, that he was executed for denying God.

Dream is distraught, and starts sobbing. He runs away from the party, and doesn't leave the house for many years, only going out some times into the courtyard for fresh air, until his mothers death, and therefor, his coronation.

Dream is crowned king in 1232, and way originally loved by the people, but it turns out he wasn't very good at planning. They lost many wars under his reign, and people started to turn their back on him. He just couldn't think straight, couldn't concentrate on the problems, and started to forget things that he was told not long ago. He put this down to not being taught about how to rule as a child. Night always was the smarter twin.

Turns out, this was not the reason for his inability to concentrate.

One day, while walking down the stairs in the castle, Dream trips and falls down a flight of stairs, crashing at the bottom, and once again, not walking up. He's rushed to the hospital, where he's kept in a private part of the building. This time he doesn't wake up. He's kept alive for a few days with magic transfusions from the nurses, but his body rejects them, and he dies in that room only three days later.

Dream had badly damaged his head with the first incident, having to magical equivalent of a brain injury, suffering with concentration and pain for the rest of his life, but he didn't think anything was wrong, and when he hit his head again, he disrupted the magic holding him together, leaving him brain dead, and then fully dead a few days later. Even with todays modern technology, he likely would have still died if they didn't catch the injury from the first time.

In the after life he haunts the old hospital, which is now partial a garden with an apple tree in the centre, and a small section of the new hospital where they overlap.

He is able to control the temperature around him, having warm spots instead of cold spots, with people around him feeling at peace and abnormally calm. He's also able to dream walk into those of real people that he know well, he often uses this power to try and comfort those close to death, assuring them that the will be alright.

Dream is Open for questions.

Back to the masterpost

[trifoliumrex]

Let's Burn Chapter 1

Master

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8

So Here’s the thing. You died. Like dead dead. But there’s good news. Turns out the multiverse is real and Suga and Jay are going to make sure it doesn't happen again. If Yoongi and Hobi don’t get in the way. Or Worse yet the troublesome Kim Namjoon. Can they keep you safe when you don’t even know who they are? Or will Namjoon finally get what he wants.

A reader x J-hope x Suga fic

But also reader x yoongi

But also Hobi, and Jay. the multiverse am I right?

Word Count: 5112

Tinder

Then, Your universe:

You sit outside of your neighbors door, eyes closed, legs sprawled out. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you're hoping it's Yoongi who comes home first. His brother was an asshole who would probably kick you out of the hallway maybe,just with a sharp word but maybe with a kick. No, you hope Yoongi will come home first from his classes and will let you into his room, maybe even play something for you.

Your day has been long. The shitty convenience store you work at, the one that didn't bother to really check just how old you were and was willing to pay you under the table if you kept that extra button unbuttoned, kept your hair in pigtails and called all your customers oppa, had been packed today and you had lost count of the hands that lingered to long on yours. Eyes that lingered even longer on the name tag on your chest.

Whatever. It was enough. Enough to add to your growing stash that would get you out of here and into a forgiving school. One that would accept your just barely to young age and ignore the lack of a diploma. You hear the steps coming off the stairs but keep your eyes shut. You know it's Yoongi by his steps alone, but you don't want to see the anger on his face when he sees the hateful bruise from your mom's latest fling. Don't want to see the helplessness that you feel mirrored back in the eyes of the person you care most about.

He kicks your foot. It's not exactly gentle but it doesn't exactly hurt. You hold out your hand and he takes it, hoisting you up. Your eyes remain shut and he makes a displeased noise. “Aren't you going to open your eyes?” He knows the answer before the question leaves his lips. His hands go to your uniform butting up the revealing thing trying to protect you from any eyes you refuse to look at.

He hates your new job. Hates the way you’ve started peering over your shoulder on your way home. On the days he has his piano lessons after school and can’t pick you up. You used to only do that in your apartments when your mom had people over. You shake your head. He touches the bruise forming on your face and even though you can’t see his expression darken you are pretty sure you can hear it. “No thank you. I've seen enough today. Will you play for me?”

He leads you into his apartment. He has to hold you very close. The living room is trashed and honestly he’s glad you have your eyes closed. He’s embarrassed but he’s long since given up on trying to keep it clean. At least his room is clean. It hadn't been so bad. When his parents had first passed, his brother Geumjae had tried. To be the parent and guardian his brother had needed but when he had started drinking he had gotten mean fast, and never really stopped being mean.

You almost slip on a beer can and he holds you up an arm around your waist. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek. Not even a real kiss, both of you too afraid to really cross that line. Neither of you were sure what would happen if you got caught, only that it wouldn't be good. How many nights had Yoongi heard through your adjoining wall as your mother berated you for being a slut. For trying to steal her boyfriends. Nevermind that you were a child, only just now having become legal. Yoongi didn't want his brother thinking about you at all. There had been one other girl he had dated, just one and Guemjae had taken great pleasure in fucking her in Yoongis’ bed. He had nightmares for weeks about it. Only in his dreams it had been you under him not her and it was worse than a betrayal because you always begged him to stop.

“What do you want to hear?” he asks, setting you down on the bench. It's an old upright grand that is too heavy to move and its weight has it trapped in the living room. He has to knock some trash to the floor before pushing back the cover. He loves when you are here. Everything he loves in the same place, it's not much really. Just the piano, really, the piano and of course you.

“Something happy?” you mutter leaning your head on his shoulder. You always ask him to play something happy. He starts to play and feels you relax into him. He is fairly certain he knows the second you open your eyes.

“Is this happy enough?” your arm snakes around his waist as a response and you make a little noise of assent. Yoongi smiles. It's a large smile and you snuggle closer into him. “Your eye. Work?” You go very still and he can feel you decide if you want to lie or not. He knows when you do. You know he knows but you just can’t force yourself to say what your mother says to you. Even if you know he hears it.

“No. She has a new boyfriend. He said I needed a daddy to teach me how to dress and when he grabbed at my shirt and I backed away" Yoongi's fingers paused for a half second. Faltering in a way only you or perhaps someone who knew music well would be able to pick up on.

“Do you have enough for a down payment yet? I'm on track for the scholarship. Just a few more months. I have to stay in the dorms for a year but then I’ll get a stipend for housing and I can help.” You hear the nerves in his voice.

“Just about. I have a place I'm looking at. I can look at it, well when you visit the school.”

“No!”

“No?”

“I need you there with me” You offer him a small smile and he returns it but you can see his own lie playing on his lips. You being here is bad, but he doesn't like the idea of you being there either. Outside of the university he’ll be at, it's rough out there. The gangs are bold and he doesn't like the idea of you going to check out an apartment by yourself. He’s already made you agree to either get a job on campus or just hang around until you find one.

“Ok, then we can go after. How does that sound? You know I might even have enough for us to get a room for the night. My mom might freak out, but she might also not notice and we could '' your thoughts are cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps. Yoongi's fingers stop on the keys. He can feel your posture stiffen. Yoongi knows you are afraid of him. Yoongi is afraid of him too. He watches to decide if you want to flee or not. At least here you have him.

“Yoongi how many times have I told you that I don't want to hear that shit! Save it for when you're little… oh hello Y/n” his eyes crawl up your legs, your short skirt showing off more than you're comfortable with but it lets you keep your job. You're glad at least you took your hair down, that Yoongi buttoned up your shirt for you. You know how much Yoongi hates it when his brother's attention is on you. Geumjae knows too. “Look at you all grown up.”

You shoot to your feet and give him a quick bow. “Hello Mr.Min” Yoongi gets to his feet standing just a little in front of you. He’s as tall as his brother, now a touch bigger. Maybe he certainly spends enough time at the gym. He’s still afraid though.

“Come on now baby, I'm not that much older than you. Why don’t you call me oppa hmm?” Your hand on the back of Yoongi's shirt tightens. You know you should just give him what he wants but you don't like the way he looks at you. “What happened to your eye? One of your momma's boy toys?”

“Yes” you say in a small voice. “I think he’s gone now I should leave now” Yoongi leads you to the door and the second you get within an arm's length of Geumjae you can smell the alcohol. His hand shoots out and grabs your wrist pulling you to him.

“I told you to call me oppa.”

“I'm sorry oppa” Yoongi wants to yank you back. The tears in your eyes are alarming. Neither of you are stupid enough to be under the illusion that doing that will have no consequences. Geumjae is the landlord and your mother has always been bad with money. In some ways it's nice. Your mom can buy time with blow jobs and you don't end up on the streets or worse with one of her boyfriends. Geumjae wipes away a tear and then throws you against the piano. You let out a yelp.

“I'm getting real tired of your shit attitude Yoongi. I'm in the mood to break something. You want me to hit her or that noisy fucking thing you call an instrument” Yoongi doesn't hesitate and points to the piano.

“Don't touch her!”

“Be a good girl for your oppa and don’t move now ok?”

“Ok oppa” you squeak out as he brings the bench down on the piano. He’s had enough of his brother having hope as of late. He’s still a minor though. And laying a hand on him is probably ill advised. He can wreck his future with this though. He might be talented but without practice? What hope would he have? He was supposed to be the successful one. He was supposed to be the one who was going places but caring for this brat had ruined him.

Your eyes lock with Yoongi, the only movement is your little flinches. He stops when he thinks the piano is beyond repair. Yoongi pulls you up and out the door. There's no plan. You just need to get out. You trail behind him to the park. He’s more upset then you have ever seen him and he sits you on the bench and paces in front of you.

“It's ruined,” he says finally. Your entire plan hinges on Yoongi getting that scholarship. Getting that stipend next year. Your savings will disappear without them and there is no way you can support both of you without it. Yoongi is supposed to get some of the apartment complex money but that won't be until next year only if his brother doesn't somehow cheat him out of it.

You reach for him and he lets you hold him. You don't say anything. When he walks you to your door you see just from his posture that he’s given up.

You don’t go to work the next day. You know your boss will make you pay for it. Clean the top shelves so anyone in the store can get an upskirt shot. Pose for pictures with the customers under the guise of store promotion. It doesn't matter. You go to the closest music store you can find. The clerk explains to you that the keyboards that you can afford aren't going to be as nice as the upright grand but that it would be enough to practice.

You ask if they can wrap it for you. The clerk notices just how young you are. He asks you hesitantly where you got the money. You give him a very watered down version of what happened. He wraps the keyboard in a newspaper. The best he can do. He slips in one of the cards from the women's shelter down the road. He hopes you’ll call.

You’re in your own clothes today. Ones that make you feel safe and hidden. Ones that make Yoongi stare but hardly anyone else. Cute but not displaying your body for everyone to take a piece. Yoongi comes home with a bloody nose still trickling from a fight. He planned on cleaning up before going to pick you up.

Here you are though. Nervous at his door looking like a fucking vision. You look up at him and the nerves melt away for a moment, all bright smiles. Then you see the blood and run over to him concerned. “Again?! Yoongi you promised me! No more fights!”

“Why aren't you at work?” he says ignoring your concern but enjoying the way your hands roam over him checking for any other injuries.

“I was busy” Yoongi frowned. He knows what your boss will have you do just as well as you. Fuck it though. If his life is over, he has a list of things that asshole has done to you. If it's all gone to shit he can at least make sure the creep can’t touch you, at least not for free. “I got you something.” he pulls away and frowns. You still had an apartment to save up for. You pull him over to the heavy bag and the newspaper covered box inside of it. He kneels in front of it and eyes you with suspicion. “Open it Yoongi”

He peels it back slowly and deliberately. So like him you can’t help but think. He sees the logo and stops looking up at you in shock. He knows how much this costs. The money and then on top of it what it would cost you. “No” his denial is weak and choked with emotions. “You have to take it back! You need to get out of here!”

“And I will, next year you’ll have your money right? And I can save back up. Yoongi, I love you.” He pulls you up and pushes you against the wall, his lips crashing against you. It shouldn't be you who makes sacrifices for him. It should be the other way around. You shove him off and at first he thinks he's over stepped he should have asked he should have. You giggle and wipe his blood off your face. Your first real kiss “Gross”

“Sorry”

“You like it?”

“You’re perfect” you blush under his praise and he kisses you against ignoring your little noise of displeasure at more of his blood on your face. “You're my perfect girl. I'll make it work ok? I’ll get you out of here I’ll” he mutters between kisses. You pull him and his new keyboards into your piano and wash the blood off your face. Just are you to each other? It's hard when you are everything to put a label on it.

Unlike his place yours is spotless. He’s never been able to get you to admit it but he’s sure that if you fail to clean that you suffer for it. He knows it's an outward reflection of the suffering you endure here but he can’t help but like this better. It reminds him of his own room, kept almost spotless. He prefers to be here whenever possible. Whenever your mother was out.

You bring a clean cloth out of the bathroom and start dabbing at his face. “You know you can’t fight in college right?�� Yoongi scoffs and tries to take the rag away from you. Your hands don't move and he won't force you.

“That little shit Jungkook was running his mouth.” You scowl. You can guess what it was about. What would make Yoongi punch first and ask questions never? Jungkook had come into your shop and you didn’t want to think about how many souvenirs he had snapped on his phone.

“Are you ashamed of me?” He recoils. Looking up at you actually angry with you for the first time in maybe years.

“You know that's not true! I know you are doing everything you can to get us out of here!”

“But you don’t like it?”

“Neither do you!”

“Yeah, but…I don't try and fight Stupid Jeon Jungkook when he says shit to me.”

“Does he say anything to you? You tell me the second he does! You got that?!” He’ll break his arm. You frown. Your pretty Yoongi once again missing the point. You cross your arms over your chest until he looks a bit chastised. “He was saying shit about what he wanted to do to you. Not with you, to you. I can’t let that shit go.” his eyes are blazing. He can take the twirp in a fight. You both know that there are others who he can't ,like the one who did that to your face. Like the one who sleeps in the room next to his. It's at least starting to fade.

“I know you want to keep me safe but you can’t do anything to lose your scholarship ok? That means no fighting, no late night jobs no” his eyes narrow.

“You are still planning on working there? You can get a lower paying job that's safe and save up slower”

“No! The plans are still the same! You don’t work, just play and practice! I'll take care of the rest, then when you make it big, you can take care of me forever” you let him pull you into his lap. He puts his now clean face into your neck.

“I hate that they look at you. You have to promise. If anyone looks at you. Anyone makes you really feel unsafe, you’ll call? It's just an hour away by train.”

“I promise. Besides they can look” you slide his hands up your leg. “You're the only one who can touch me.”

Things at college seem to go fine. The two of you talk on the phone every day but on Friday it's for hours. He plays for you sometimes over the phone. Despite how well things are going with Yoongi at school however things at home are getting worse. You don't say anything. How could you? You can’t ruin this for him.

Your mother has stopped paying rent altogether though and Geumjae has all but moved into your apartment. You know you should feel worse for her, the marks he leaves on her skin but when has she ever prevented anyone from hurting you?

At least he doesn't hurt you.

He looks though. Especially when you get home from your job.

Yoongi notices of course, the shortened phone calls. The way you stop telling him about the awful men your mom is bringing home. He knew something was going on. He needs to get through the year though. To be able to provide for you. Is it any surprise that when you miss a weeks work of calls, calls that have been getting less and less frequent that he doesn't immediately notice.

He thinks maybe, maybe you are finally growing apart. He lets his calls go to your voicemail for a week before he takes the train back. You wouldn't do this to him. Not after everything you have given up for him.

He pounds on your door for what feels like hours before your mom shouts at him to just go away. She sounds nervous. Yoongi goes to his apartment and digs through his brother's things looking for the keys he knows his brother keeps in his room instead of in the office where they should be kept. There's no rhyme or reason to the keys. He grabs them all, a fistfull in each hand and it's still not all of them.

He wishes he had enough strength to just batter the door down. It takes him too long to find the right key and he can hear a whimpering. He hopes it is your mother. That her latest boyfriend has hurt her bad enough that she doesn't want to be seen. She looks fine. Afraid but fine.

“You shouldn't be here! She didn't call you just go back!” she says taking a step in front of your door. Yoongi’s hands clenched into fists. How the fuck would she know that. He looks around and spies your phone over by the couch. The room is dirty. Not filthy but not immaculate. He shoves her out of the way and here, this flimsy interior door, this he can break.

You had it locked. And when the door splinters open he hears you whimper in fear. There is a smell. He notices it the second he’s threw the threshold. Sickly sweet, putrid. Rot. there is a cloth stuck to your face. He's over to you quickly. Sitting on your bed unable to say anything a mute horror between the two of you.

You see his face and start to cry. The one eye he can see does anyway. “Yoongi” you whisper, reaching out for him. He wants to hold you to him but he can't. He peels back the cloth from your face eliciting a tiny sound of pain. This is what at one point was probably a slash that goes down your face over part of your chest. It's festered. What was the last time you called him?

The rot is coming from you. His wrist touches your head. Burning. You’re burning up. He takes out his phone and calls an ambulance. “He said I looked all grown up. Made me call him oppa again. He came to my room Yoongi. It tried to make him stop but he had a bottle” Yoongi pails. No. not him. He prays he’s misinterpreted.

Your mother pushes her way in and is screaming. Screaming at him to call off the ambulance screaming at you that you will ruin them all if you go to the hospital. You are limp in his arms by this point. She tries to reason with him that if he does this Geumjae will end up in jail or worse. Yoongi ignores her.

He loads you into the hospital and assures the EMTs that they will be along soon.

Then he waits.

Waits for Geumjae to come home.

He’s drunk. He’s always drunk. When Yoongi asks him what exactly he was thinking he laughs and tells his brother with a body like yours how could anyone be thinking anything else. Not that you were so pretty anymore. Yoongi flicks his lighter open.

If Geumjae had paid more attention, had been a touch less drunk maybe he would have noticed. The whole place reeked of alcohol. The lighter he flicks is a lighter their father gave to Yoongi. An old thing. But reliable. He stands and goes to the door locking the three of them in before returning to the couch. Yoongi drops it onto the couch where your mother sits too plastered herself to notice what's going on. She started drinking the second you left apparently not bothered by her unconscious daughter just that there might be repercussions.

Geumjae tries to open the door. Yoongi tackles him. They all deserve to burn together. Your mother for not getting you help, his brother for cutting you, and him for what ever else he had let happen to you. Of course he deserves this for not knowing. For being so pathetic.

He can't face you if you live. If you're permanently disfigured by his own brother, and if you die? Well better to be dead either way. He’d be lying if he said he didn't like the screams. Even his own.

Later, Your universe, not yet now:

You wake up months later. Confused and alone. For the first time truly alone.

At least you don't wake up with nothing. Yoongi left everything to you. When you hear that it nearly breaks you. It's worse than knowing your mother is dead or that the wound Geumjae left on your face will always be there.

The cop who is assigned to your case. An officer Kim, who you get the feeling you are supposed to think is a nice guy, just watches you wail. Watch your heart break and the pain nearly consume you under eyes that are as hungry as Geumjae’s had been. He waits until you quiet down to let you know, that somehow somehow Yoongi survived.

He hands you his card and lets you know that if Yoongi ever wakes up, and he makes it very clear he doubts he will then he will have further questions.

That was years ago.

It's been years since you last heard Yoongi voice, or saw his smile.

You feel guilty sometimes.

That in all that darkness you found your sunlight.

It was about six months after the incident that you met him. Your Hobi. The first time you had met him had been on one of your biweekly visits to the hospital. It wasn't the first time he had seen you. No he had seen you beg the man in the bed to wake. Early on when he had still been handcuffed. Hobi started talking to him too.

He was a dedicated nurse and it didn't take many meetings for you to realize he used to be a nurse on the children ward. You can only assume he was good at it. He was kind and patient and had a childlike exuberance of his own. What you liked best about him is his eyes never lingers on the twisted mess your face had become.

It's not that he doesn't see it. He does, and he can only imagine how beautiful you must have been before because you’re absolutely stunning now. He thinks he might have fallen for you in your first conversation.

By the third he definitely had.

By the fifth he had asked you out. You felt guilty at first. Told him no. after a year though. With no change and Yoongi moved to the long term care floor with no change you asked him out. You remember the day he nervously asked you to move in with him. He’s under no illusions that if the boy, man now, wakes up things between you will change but he doesn't care. He just wants you to be safe and your tiny apartment, in that shitty part of town that you and Yoongi have always dreamed of because it was still better than home, was just too far.

You tell him not yet and he say it's ok and sputters out that he loves you. You laugh and ask him if he’s sure. It's too soon. It was far too soon. When he confidently if a bit embarrassed says yes you tell him you love him too. How could you not. Hobi is good, and he's good for you. Encouraging you to go back to school if you want to help you study for entrance exams even when he comes home exhausted.

The first time the two of you are intimate, at your apartment. You get nervous anywhere else. You feel like someone's following you. Sometimes you see that cop. The one that keeps asking questions about Yoongi. About the scar on your face that you try to hide with makeup. You panic when you're done. Afraid of what you're not sure exactly but you ask him to leave. He kisses you gently and promises whatever you need. You wonder if it's the last time you’ll see him.

You wake up to flowers outside of your door and the key slipped under the door gap. He took it off your key chain fine with leaving, well not fine exactly, but willing if its what you needed, but unwilling to leave you with an unlocked door.

There's a killer on the loose after all. In your city. RM. He cuts out the eyelids of his victims and writes messages with their blood. Grizzly and frightening for sure but they are all single women who were drugged in the club. They killed the women in their sleep cycle. You hardly thought it was a threat to you. You didn't go out the clubs, anywhere where people would stare at your face. Hobi still makes it a point to try and walk you or drive you as many places as you would let him. To keep you safe. He was always a bit paranoid.

His paranoia is rewarded when he's stopped in his rounds and warned about what's going on in Yoongi's room. The look on your face was enough to draw concern from his coworkers who all knew how crazy he was about you.

When he goes to the room he sees the cop question you, cornering you in the hospital room Yoongi lays motionless in. It's the first time you see Hobi angry. He pulls him off of you and calls security. Insisting that that bullshit has no place in his hospital around his patients. You would be hard pressed to find an employee more well liked than him and he’s pulled out quickly.

He broaches the subject neither of you have even hinted at. What's happened to the man on the bed, and who hurt you. The story is painful, even years out, probably always will be. You haven't told the cops anything. You don't know if it will make it worse for Yoongi, when he wakes up. If he wakes up.

You want to ask him what to do. You don't have anyone else to ask. He knows if Yoongi wakes up it might be him you choose. He gives you the best advice he can. That story, the truth, would probably help him. He suggests that you go to the station however. He wants to keep officer Kim as far away from you as he can.

He doesn't like the way he only looks at your scar.

He walks you to the station. When you come out looking as shell shocked as when you first met he asks you what they said to you. When you stammer out the word slut and that they told you to be quiet, he very politely asks you to wait here. You hear him yell at the police. Hear him say some uncharacteristically rude words you didn't even know were in his vocabulary. It's the first time you have to bail anyone out of jail.

There's something funny about him, when you are sent back with officer Kim who has a distinctly smug face on. Hobi looks angry. He looks at Officer Kim like he recognizes him from more than there few interactions . He doesn't. But someone else who shares his eyes, Jay, Jay would always recognize Kim Namjoon.

Master

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