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royallygray · 1 year ago

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AAAAAAA PERI I FUCKING LOVE YOU

yours wasn't aggressive I'm so fuckin happy you love it so much

Pls dissect my brain idk how it works either man

Soulmarks are like. a thing for soulmate aus. I think. I've read ones where if you draw on your skin, it shows up on your soulmate's skin, another fic where when the two touch it colors their skin. I think this type of soulmark has already been a thing, where you have matching marks, but I'm not sure. Thank you so much tho :D

ALSO AHH THANK YOU I like the little doodles too

For coming up with symbolic titles. it can be just the first thing that pops into your head that fits. it can also be a song lyric from a song that fits your characters or smth. Or it can hardcore connect to each character's identity. It doesn't need to connect to the plot.

A Kingdom of Shadows can be REALLY fucking interesting if you give it more than surface level meaning. Like. There could be parallels between the two kingdoms, and the title references both of them, but where the Lizzie country is literally associated with shadows, the Watcher country could also be the kingdom of shadows because of the secrets they hold and the shit they hide in their darkness.

Or the Kingdom of Shadows could be a person, in reference to like Jimmy where he loses all his memories. He's the kingdom. And the shadows are everything he doesn't remember.

Play with the concept of making it subtly deeper, I guess would be my advice for the title thing :)

And you're always free to fiddle around with the concept. You might want something with kingdoms and shadows, but you might not like that specific title. it'll come to you. probably.

My working titles for this fic have all had "around your soul". Here are the seven different endings: "-and yours" "-and beyond the skies" "-and through the skies" "-and to the moon" "-and by the sun" "-and beyond the stars" "-and beyond your horizon".

I knew I wanted a space themed thing, so I kinda started with that because of the winners, but sun was too specific to Grian and excluded the other main characters, moon was too specific to Pearl, stars was more encompassing but Scott isnt very relevant to this fic, skies was the most likely for a while since Grian and Pearl are avians, Jimmy and Lizzie can fly, and Scar just sees the sky as a form of freedom, but it excluded Gem and didn't feel right.

YEAH AROUND MY SOUL AND BEYOND YOUR HORIZON I love it too :D I don't know what it really means either but oh my god. I love that part.

IM SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU LIKE THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA :D :D :D <-honest picture of my face rn. I started stimming so much when I was reading your response for the first time agsjsggaja

OH MY GOD PROMPTS PROMPTS PROMPTS YESSS

I will need to refresh myself on the lore of llkau BUT I WILL SEND YOU AN ASK. SOMETIME. SOON >:D

YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR INBOX

I'm gonna either respond or summarize to each of your questions. the ones I've summarized I'll make a different post :D

Summary: Gem lore: too long. she is Worthy tho (god I need to explain the magic system) and her brother is fWhip because I believe in esmp 1 supremacy

Summary: Pearl and Gem didn't (still don't rly until like the end or smth idk I do NOT have the ending plot mapped out. it's like. a blob. but if chutes and ladders was a fanfic) interact in their civilian identities. I really like writing homoerotic tension (I have these OCs called Kaia and Jade and their dynamic is basically Jade hates Kaia's guts and Kaia is flirting her way out of everything because she thinks Jade's attractive) and I want Pearl and Gem to have that, since I'm not gonna do it with Scarian since Grian's an ambivalent vigilante who the heroes don't actually care about. They don't meet outside of costume for a looonnnnng time

Desert Duo don't know each other IRL either. For reasoning why desert and shiny duos haven't met each other outside of work is because I didn't think about that part, but also Gem and Scar have restrictions put on their freedom by the Heroes.

We get ranchers because they're soulmates! Im personally a flower husbands enjoyer so I'm kinda confused on why I didn't make it like that but also Pearl would MURDER Scott if he started dating her brother. Like. Oh my god. (Pearl and Scotts relationship is so nuanced I fucking love it). Also yeah I am totally going to put Jimmy through the wringer. However! For most of his life, he's actually better off because he doesn't know the prophecy is about him! idk if you've seen my skybling/seabling post (it's on the pinned post. it's in response to your ask) but I think I explain some of the prophecy in there. theres also some watcher shit that I need to explain

I'm gonna be honest here, I kinda forgot about Tilly. in like. dramatic movie shots I have in my head, Scarlet has a wolf, so I think Tilly is either Pearl's personal pet/assistant or Scarlet's sidekick. either way, Tilly cannot fucking die. fight me. there will be no animal death in my fucking fic.

LOL THATS ACTUALLY LITERALLY- okay fuck. Idk if I've explained soul abilities, but that is literally scar and Grian's soul ability. they can feel each other's emotions. Each duo of soulbounds has a different soul ability, and that's literally Grian's and scars. (Pearl and Scott's is telepathy, Martyn and Cleo's is swapping hearing, Guqqie and Aimsey's is feeling heartbeat, Joel and Etho's is teleportation, and Jimmy and Tango's is sharing energy)

Gem and Lizzie (and Mumbo and Skizz) not having soulmates is actually kind of important. I'm not sure why. I think it's bc Joel chooses to stick with Lizzie even though he has a soulmate, and Gem is probably thinking that Pearl won't want her bc they're not soulmates (spoilers. gem is one of the five people Pearl cares about). Also- god I need to rant about waffle duo I love their dynamic (and they were roommates)

Joel and Etho! are! idk honestly. When the Canary dies, Joel's gonna go fuckin haywire so yeah probably. But Joel is a civilian. a civilian that can kick ass, but still a civilian and the laws can and will apply to him. This is now something that I am going to work into here. Joel is gonna commit so much arson when shit goes down you have no idea

HA um. They knew? mostly. I'll. explain a different time.

Pearl wanted a better place for Jimmy to live bc the world is fuckin dangerous and also he's the Canary and while he didn't know this everyone else did (everyone as in Lizzie, his dad, his bio mom, Lizzies bio mum, Pearl & Grian, and skyblings moms, and eventually Joel, Tango, and Etho). So she originally wanted to change things so she was a vigilante but then no one took her seriously so she worked her way up through the ranks of the villains and now she's the boss of the underground so that's just a win for her

basically the life series is canon. also the watchers are like gods. and stuff. I'm tired my brain is falling asleep also I'm typing on my phone my thumbs have never moved so fast in their fucking lives

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Also I don't feel pressured I'm honestly just thrilled that someone is as obsessed with this fucker as I am :D

(also amsabyh is an awkward acronym (yeah you got the word right :D) so I'm gonna call it soul horizon for short unless my soul/your horizon works better)

@periwinklepaint

Peri Peri Peri Peri Peri the paint

So. I've been thinking (dangerous pastime I know). What do we think about the title of the au being around my soul and beyond your horizon.

LET ME EXPLAIN (I am defending myself from nonexistent haters)

So. Scar and Grian are soulmates, right, since they were soulmates in DL. And the common portrayal of them is that Grian's the sun and Scar is the earth

and so their soulmark looks smth like this:

okay well it looks like one of those two. also bonus Scottage and Boat Boys soulmarks bro rip the Scottage soulbond they crushed that thing also apologies for the lighting

ANYWAYS IM GETTING DISTRACTED (unsurprisingly)

Grian has always thought his soulmark was a sunset. This is supposed to represent Grian's (and the Azures in general, minus Jimmy until a point) more pessimistic pov.

Scar has always thought that his soulmark was a sunrise. This is supposed to represent Scar's (and Gem's) more optimistic point of view.

More literally, both of their soulmarks are horizons.

Also after the fact I noticed that Grian's soulmark being a sunset means that the sun will disappear, making the earth more consistent and valued, and Scar does the opposite.

Around your soul would mean that your soul is valued, and we love it, and all that shit. Beyond your horizon would mean that I value your soul and you as a person beyond your soulmark and whatever other pieces that are supposed to define you (either to the Watchers or to society).

It does need to connect to Pearl and Gem somehow, and I think that can happen because both of them would be on either side of that horizon. Pearl would be in the sky, as the moon, and Gem is somewhere on earth, as a mortal.

(shinyduo is doomed by the narrative. I'm trying to make them be together it's not working very well. desertduo is also doomed by the narrative but less so)

do you have thoughts?

(also do you have any prompts/questions to ask me about this au because I CAN AND WILL RANT ABOUT IT)

#around my soul and beyond your horizon #royal's fuckery au #soul horizon au

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sholangagaga · 3 years ago

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Glamstar AU: Chapter 23

Waahhah! Here we are, the END! well, actually, this chapter is the bad ending, so I guess its not technically what everyone is expecting, you know?

As I hopefully mentioned before, there are two separate endings to Glamstars. The bad ending isn't actually canon to my au, but i decided to throw it in there because before I had thought of making separate endings, this ending actually WAS on the drawing board for being canon! Funny how that works, huh?

As always, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 23: The (Bad) End

SAVE THEM?

YES «NO»

“We have to help her.” Michael decided, squaring his shoulders. It wasn’t right, leaving her behind. It shouldn’t have taken him that long to realize that.

“I grow tired of this. When will you all learn that I am the one who is in control?” Burntrap slashed at The Blob’s face with his claws, causing the creature to howl in pain and partially retreat backwards. He grabbed Momo by her shoulders, digging into the flesh and drawing her blood.

“Let go of me,” she recoiled, holding her left hand as far away from him as possible.

“You think I didn’t notice what you did? Why risk your life for that chip?”

“Bonnie deserves a second chance. Unlike you.” Momo spat, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Charlie, you’ve given me all the second chances I needed. You removed that meddlesome rabbit from me. That uppity bastard has been a thorn in my side from the very beginning. I’ve no need for him, and I will not miss him. I am free now. Thanks to you.”

Her eyes widened at that. Bonnie was the one keeping William in check? Then what happens now that they’re separated?

“Charlie!”

Momo turned, seeing Michael and the children gesturing to her from the edge. Coming to rescue her? Burntrap was here, and The Blob was slowly recovering. Either way, it was still too dangerous to get too close.

She chewed on her lip, internally debating with herself.

“Momo! Come here while that big synthetic is distracted!” Gregory attempted to get closer but the ground beneath him began to crumble. Michael quickly grabbed him to keep him from falling into the pit, mumbling something about “being careful” under his breath.

Momo sobered at the sight, her mouth shut in a tight line. Her eyes met Michael’s, and he knew that she had made a decision as well.

“Kids, let’s go.” He leant down and scooped them up.

“What?”

“But what about Momo?!”

The children fought against him, but were no match for his grip. Crying out and screaming, trying to reach out to her, but Michael was already running for the exit.

HRMN.1 watched them go, mouthing an apology. Judging by how the crying grew stronger, she was content they understood.

“Placing yourself as some martyr now, Charlie?” came the voice across from her. She’d almost forgotten he was there.

“Maybe so. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that you escaped again. This time, for sure, you’re not getting away. The Blob was right.” Momo inserted the mother chip into the back of her own neck. “We’re going to make sure you don’t come crawling back.”

“Admirable, but a fruitless endeavor. I’ve been to hell and back once before. I’ve no problem doing it again―” his voice was cut off as hands wrapped around his throat. If he were still human, that gesture alone would have probably crushed his windpipe. Burntrap met Momo’s eyes, and saw they weren’t green anymore.

They were yellow.

“How I’ve longed for this.” a strange voice spilled from her mouth, foreign even to Momo. Foreign, and yet she knew it so well. Her grip tightened around the other’s throat.

“Ah, so you were still alive in there. It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken face to face like this. How have you been, Bonnie?”

“You know very well how I’ve been,” “Momo” replied, fangs bared. “You monster. You utter monster!”

Burntrap laughed, his neck straining from the pressure.

“If I am a monster, then what are you? You, who served as my vessel all these years! If there’s blood on my hands, then they’re on yours as well. You’re a monster just like me, Bonnie. Where I was flesh and blood, you were bolts and wires.”

Bonnie snarled, but knew he couldn’t argue with that. This was a burden he’d been carrying ever since that first day.

A guilt that technically wasn’t his own, but he harbored it all the same.

–

“Bonnie,”

The man didn’t look up from his planner, twirling a pen between his fingers. He had long golden hair and rabbit appendages. He hummed a response, barely casting his eyes over.

The one speaking was a tall man with tan skin and similar golden hair. Atop his head were a set of bear ears. He seemed to be debating something, his brow furrowed with concern.

“These supply reports just don’t add up. I can’t wrap my head around them.”

The rabbit stifled a laugh, holding the pen correctly and tapping it against the page. “Fred, are you making sure that you’re carrying the zeroes correctly?”

There was a hint of silence, before the bear exclaimed with an “Oh!” Bonnie stifled another laugh, turning now to look over at the other.

“You’re always so smart, Bon. Whatever would I do without you?” Fredbear said, his expression glossed over as if he were saved by divine intervention.

“Well for one, all of our orders would be wrong.”

Fredbear gave Bonnie a pitiful look, his ears flat and his expression pouty. It only served to make the rabbit laugh out loud.

–

Something awful happened today.

Bonnie stood on the main stage, looking out as humans bustled around. There were staff members, but also police officers. They hurried about like busy bees, and everyone’s expressions were somber.

Something truly awful happened today.

Bonnie’s eyes slowly followed the excitement, but otherwise he couldn’t move. It was like his entire body was frozen, but he was still aware. His eyes moved to the side, catching a glimpse of Fredbear. But even with that slight glance, Bonnie could tell there was nothing there. He’d heard Fredbear was decommissioned as a synthetic. His mother chip was removed and repurposed. But why didn’t the same happen for him? Did they not need Bonnie anymore?

Bonnie tried to will himself to move, but he barely twitched.

“Stop moving your eyes.”

Bonnie looked forward, coming face to face with one of the owners, William Afton. He never actually had a conversation with this man, but he knew that William often wore him when he was in spring lock mode.

“Stop moving your eyes,” William repeated, as if scolding a child. “You shouldn’t even be awake. If Henry sees you moving, he’ll know you still have your mother chip.”

What? Was Bonnie not supposed to have his mother chip?

“Be a good little shell and go to sleep.”

The rabbit obediently put himself into sleep mode. He didn’t know why at the time, but something about the look in William’s eyes made his skin crawl.

–

The next time Bonnie awoke, he noticed he was in the Parts and Service room. He still couldn’t move, but he could look around without worrying about people seeing.

“Can you believe what happened?”

Bonnie looked up at the man currently testing his servos and spring locks. The synthetic wondered if maybe the human knew he was awake, but the man was simply looking down at his work. Was he talking to himself?

“This place is crazy, Mr. Rabbit.”

If Bonnie could scowl, he would have. I have a name you know, the synthetic chided internally.

“Since the owner’s daughter got murdered, things have been really tense. That new location is closed while they investigate.”

What? The owner’s daughter was murdered?

Bonnie racked his brain trying to think. Daughter. . .Henry’s daughter, Charlie? She’d been murdered?!

“If you ask me, Mr. Rabbit,” the man mused, sifting through a toolbox. “I think Mr. Afton had something to do with it. Witnesses said they saw a Golden bunny with the girl right before her body was found. Ya know who’s always taking the role of the golden bunny? Mr. Afton, that’s who!”

While Bonnie couldn’t understand why this staff member was talking to himself like this, it was his words that Bonnie actually focused on. They slowly began to sink in the more information he received. Charlie’s murder, a golden rabbit being at the scene, and William. Bonnie easily connected the dots, and his eyes burned with silent fury.

“What are you doing here?”

The technician whipped around, blocking Bonnie’s limited view. But he didn’t need to see the man to know who the voice belonged to.

“Mr. Afton!” he sputtered, gesturing to the synthetic. “I was just making sure Mr. Rabbit was ready for when we open tomorrow.”

William tilted his head, catching a glimpse of Bonnie’s face. And judging by his reaction, he recognized the look in the rabbit’s eyes.

“I’ll handle it from here, go make sure the bear is operational.” William waved off the technician, waiting until he was fully gone to turn to the synthetic. He disengaged the locks that were preventing Bonnie from speaking. “Your eyes look a bit dangerous, Bonnie. Keep that up and people will think you’re a murderer.”

“What did you do?” The rabbit seethed, his own voice sounding distant and strange to his ears.

“Who’s to say?” William muttered dismissively, picking up the tools that the technician left behind. “We’re all guilty of something.”

“I’ll report you. To the police. To Henry.”

William laughed, tapping a screwdriver against his palm. “So predictable. And yet so stupid. Henry doesn’t even know you still retain a mother chip. But I think a gag order should eliminate any potential what-ifs.”

“I’ll never let you get away with this.” Bonnie said, watching helplessly as William loomed over him. “You hear me? I’ll find a way to bring your crimes to light.”

The last thing Bonnie heard as his vision faded to black was the sound of William’s mocking laughter.

–

When Bonnie awoke again, it had been by accident.

He knew as much because he could see his body being worked on. Staff members were locking the springs in place, preparing for the synthetic to be used as a costume. Synthetics were never supposed to be awake for this process. It could cause a spring lock failure if the synthetic tried to move.

“Alright Mr. Afton, the suit is ready for you.” a staff member said, stepping back.

Bonnie pretended to still be asleep, but it seemed like William wasn’t even paying any mind to him. He must not have expected him to be awake.

He watched as the staff helped William into the spring suit. Had no one realized he was the murderer? Or was it all swept under the rug because he’s the owner?

Bonnie felt the rage well up in him again. Charlie was just a little girl. Where was her justice? Why does he get to run free??

They were sealing up the suit now. In a few minutes, William will be out on the show stage and out of Bonnie’s sight.

I warned you, didn’t I?

William gave a dismissive glance. He was used to this procedure, putting the suit on, taking the suit off. It was a tired routine that was burned into his mind. Today felt different. It seemed like there were eyes on him, staring him down. Mocking him with how much they knew.

I’ll never let you get away with this.

“The locks are malfunctioning!”

“What? How?!”

Hooks and wires began to rip into William’s body in waves. First in the arms and legs, and then in the torso and neck. It was gradual, but sudden at the same time. He didn’t have time to process the pain, but he could feel his body being punctured and blood seeping into every crevice of the suit.

“Get him out of there!” “Stay with us, Mr. Afton. Someone call 911!”

William slumped forward, losing consciousness fast as the blood loss, shock, and pain swept over him. From across the way, he saw Bonnie’s head looking down at him.

“He’s awake,” Afton mumbled as his vision blurred. “He did this.”

His ramblings went unnoticed. Just the words of a man bleeding out and on the verge of death. William knew better, though. And he saw Bonnie’s face right before he passed out completely.

The rabbit was smiling.

–

“William Afton isn’t dead.”

Bonnie’s attempt to kill William ended in failure. He lived. That bastard managed to live!

If it had been after hours when no one else was there to help, everything would have been perfect. But he failed. And because he failed, William was around to ruin more lives.

“You’ve been asleep for a long time,” Freddy said, gently holding one of Bonnie’s hands. He was awake again, but just like all of the other times, only his eyes could move.

This wasn’t Fredbear. Bonnie could tell just from how they looked. But he could tell they were one and the same. It made him sad.

“He’s killed ten of us since you’ve been asleep.” Freddy’s brow furrowed, overcome with emotion. It surprised Bonnie. They were so lifelike now. “And the worst part; he’s here.”

Bonnie couldn’t emote, but Freddy could tell how he was feeling.

“I feel. . .close to you. Like you understand me better than anyone else. Please, tell me what we should do. You’re the only one who can help us now.”

Bonnie watched as Freddy cried. He cried real tears, hugging himself like a child would. This wasn’t just Freddy. There was something more. Someone else. Bonnie could sense it. The remnant of a soul.

“We’re so scared,” Freddy wept, and from behind him, glowing eyes were seen in the darkness. Red, purple, yellow. Bonnie, Chica, Foxy. They huddled around Freddy, crying those same, real tears. And Spring Bonnie saw the remnant of souls within them as well. “He’s gonna hurt us again.”

“I don’t wanna die. Not again.”

“It’s so cold.”

“I miss my parents.”

Spring Bonnie’s heart, or whatever he had in place of one, ached with each word. William hadn’t just robbed these children of their lives. He robbed them of their deaths as well.

Sadness turned to anger as slowly but surely, Spring Bonnie willed himself to move. To sit up and move his rusted limbs and joints.

“He won’t hurt you anymore.” Spring Bonnie’s voice was raspy, damaged from years of neglect. “I’ll protect you.”

The synthetics wiped their eyes, looking up with hopeful expressions on their faces. All except the other Bonnie, who’s red eyes burned with residual malice. A lingering will.

“I’ll kill him for sure.”

–

“Hah hah! You can’t approach me, can you?!”

The small white figures gathered in front of the door, staring forward with tear stained cheeks. Their eyes were hollow and vacant, but William could see the fear.

He had come here to dismantle the synthetics.

They were possessed, and William wanted to study the remnant that they had produced during that time frame. Luring and dismantling them was the easy part. What he didn’t expect was for the Remnant to transform into little ghost children who chased him around the building.

Everywhere he ran, there was another child waiting for him. He thought he’d never escape, until he remembered the Safe Room. And remembered what was in it.

Spring Bonnie, his old reliable.

It was comically easy how simple it was to slip back into the spring suit. Like everything was as it should be. The ghost children followed him, but recoiled in fear when they saw their murderer dressed as he was the day he snuffed out their little lives.

“What’s the matter?! I thought you wanted revenge!” William taunted, gesturing like a madman. “Just as stupid as the day I found you! Lured into a trap all over again!”

Everything fell into place like a perfect puzzle. The dismantling, the Safe Room, Bonnie being wound and ready. It was all so perfect.

Too perfect.

“Hehe.”

William looked down, a ghost child softly giggling. Her giggles were contagious, as all the other children began to laugh as well.

“What?” The man gasped, stepping back. “What’s so funny?! What could you possibly have to laugh about?!”

“The fact that you think this trap was for them.”

The familiar sound of children’s laughter, spring locks failing and flesh being punctured rang out through the Safe Room.

–

Save them.

Michael blinked, looking down at the monitor in his hands. He quickly pulled up the interface panel, but saw nothing. Ventilation and audio were fine. So what. . .?

Save them.

“I don’t know how.” Michael whispered to no one in particular. What did this spectre want from him? Save who?

Follow the clues.

Deliver the cake.

Save them.

Michael didn’t understand any of it. But he knew he had to try.

For some reason, deep down, he knew he had to try.

–

“Why isn’t there a game for you?”

Michael sat in the office, speaking out loud to nothing and yet something all together. The distant echoes of a child saying “Hello!” and “Hi!” can be heard deeper in the facility.

“Answer me. Why isn’t there a game for you?”

I cannot leave him, Michael.

The voice said gently. It always spoke softly, as if it were whispering. As if it didn’t want something else to overhear.

“What happens to you then?”

Are the others safe?

Michael bit the inside of his lip. He hated when his questions were avoided.

Are the others safe? The voice repeated, its tone becoming more urgent.

“Yes,” the man finally admitted. “I finished the last game at 1am.”

Thank you, Michael.

“Now it’s your turn to answer me. What is going to happen to you?”

The voice grew quiet. It always did this when it didn’t have the right words to say. When it was thinking of the gentlest way to break a heart.

At 6am, this establishment will burn to the ground. I will remain within it. He will remain within it.

“That’s not fair!” Michael shouted despite himself. “You deserve to be free from this too! Tell me how to do it. Which game has the secret that frees you?”

None of them.

“Tell me the truth!”

Michael, breathe.

The man reset the ventilation, listening as fresh air was pumped back in through the vents. It did nothing to calm him. Michael hadn’t needed to breathe for a long time now.

None of the games can free me. They were not made to free me.

“But that isn’t fair.” Michael pitifully repeated. He wanted to cry, but his tear ducts had long since rotted away. “Why do you have to die?”

I cannot leave him, Michael. I’m the only thing keeping him in check. If I move on, then no one will be around to pacify him.

“So that’s it? You die? You get to run away from everything just like that?”

I’ve never asked needlessly of you, Michael. Please. Do this for me. Allow me this one selfish wish.

Michael stood as the clock ticked on. 5:58AM. All of the systems were operating at maximum capacity. By 6AM everything will overload, and the faulty wiring will burn the building to the ground. Everything was going as planned. All Michael needed to do now was leave and watch as everything burned.

He paused at the doorway to the office, tapping his fingers against his arm.

“Are you sure there isn’t any way I can convince you to change your mind?”

I am afraid not.

Michael sighed, grabbing his jacket. “Goodbye, Bonnie.”

This isn’t goodbye, Michael. There will always be another Bonnie.

He stifled a laugh, wiping at his eyes despite nothing flowing from them. A force of habit. “Maybe so.

“But there’ll never be another Bonnie like you.”

–

“No.” Bonnie said, snapping himself back to the present. His grip tightened around Burntrap’s throat, and with one swift yank, he ripped the other synthetic’s head clean off his shoulders.

“Gyahk―”

“You and I are nothing alike. Where you spread horror and pain, I tried to do right. You enslaved those children. I freed them.” Bonnie held Burntrap’s face close, so close their noses touched. Their eyes met for the first real time in decades.

William felt the voice leave him. At first, he attributed it to the damage to his throat. But after looking into those eyes, those hauntingly beautiful eyes; burning with rage, hatred, and sorrow. It was not pain that muted him. It was fear.

“This is the end, William. But I am not without compassion. Even towards you, my soul mate, my father, my demon.” The sound of humming filled the air. William knew this sound well. Though it wasn’t his invention, it was his masterpiece; the illusion chip.

The Blob dropped the two synthetics into the burning sinkhole, its rage directed elsewhere once it realized Burntrap’s body was dead.

Momo’s body fizzled in and out. The illusion chip was changing her.

Who will you see in your final moments? Bonnie’s voice echoed in William’s head. His eyes focused and finally, he could see who the chip was replicating.

“Hen. . .ry?”

“It’s time to go, old friend.”

The flames tore at HRMN.1 long before her body hit the bottom of the sinkhole. There was no surviving this fall. She knew that. And strangely, she was at peace. She thought of the other synthetics. Of Michael. Of Gregory, and Jaime. And how she would never see them again. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

Momo hugged the head close, shutting her eyes. She didn’t want to see anymore.

It was all too sad.

–

Returning to the elevator proved to be an ordeal all its own. The Blob, enraged by its injury, had begun to destroy everything in a misguided attempt at revenge.

Freddy had regained control of his body, safe now from William’s corruption, and he currently held both children as close as he could while avoiding the endless stream of tentacles.

“Over here, Fred!” Joyner called from the elevator, waving frantically. Beside the generators, Jin feverishly tinkered with the machine to get it ready for the trip back up.

“Detective, you are a sight for sore eyes.”

“That’s my line! What the hell happened down there, everything went dark!” Joyner looked around, and a somber air began to surround him. “Where’s Charlie?”

“She did not make it.”

The detective sighed, shakily. For the second time, he lost his sister.

“Detective. We cannot falter now. HRMN.1 would not want her sacrifice to be in vain and that amalgamation will not wait for us to lick our wounds.”

Jin leapt into the elevator, slamming a hand on the button. The doors shut immediately, and with a groan, the car began its ascent.

“Mom!”

“Kids, oh thank god you’re okay.” Jin pulled the children into a hug, squeezing them gently. Freddy watched them from the corner of the elevator, his eyes shifting a bit in color.

“Greg, what happened to your face, man!” The woman gently touched the gash on Gregory’s face, and he simply shrugged it off.

“I forgot it was there. Think it’ll turn into a cool scar?”

“Not if it gets infected and your face falls off.” Jaime teased.

The laughter that rippled through the elevator was tense, but comfortable. From behind them, the doors opened. They had reached the top. It was still a climb to make it back to the main building’s exit, but this was a start. The children walked out first, but suddenly the makeshift elevator shaft lurched forward. A violent tremor shook the car, causing everyone to tumble to one side. Multiple wires wormed their way through the other set of doors before prying them open. The Blob had caught up to them.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! Why can’t you bastards stay dead?!” Joyner pulled his pistol from its holster, firing multiple rounds into the monster as it tried to force itself into the elevator. It screamed out in pain, losing its grip and falling out of the car. In a desperate attempt to stabilize itself, it reached out and grabbed onto the closest thing.

Jin’s legs.

She screamed, falling straight down to the floor of the car before slowly sliding towards the open door. And the sheer drop awaiting below.

“No!”

Freddy grabbed her arms, putting his feet on either side of the doors to provide an anchor. Joyner grabbed the children, pulling them from the elevator and onto the safety of the solid concrete landing.

“Get them out of here, I will handle this!”

The detective nodded, picking up the kids and running back to the main building. Luckily, they were in no mood to fight. Despite their screaming and crying, Jaime and Gregory did little else. Freddy was thankful for that.

The amalgamation held onto her as best it could, and its weight began to make the poorly constructed elevator shaft buckle. It was going to bring them down with it.

“Freddy,” she began.

“No.” he said immediately, refusing to entertain another word. “I am going to pull you up. And I will remove the wires from you.”

“My legs― The weight it- it pulled them out of the joints―” Jin’s eyes were hazy, and as she spoke, blood trickled out of her mouth. “Even if you free me, I can’t walk.”

“I’ll carry you.”

Jin smiled. Blood and tears dripped down her face.

“I don’t feel anything anymore.” she whispered. Freddy bit back tears. Michael bit back tears. Jin looked up at him, her eyes glassy and distant.

“Please, I’ll pull you back up. I’ll carry you out.”

“Michael.” Jin mused, causing him to freeze. “You remind me of Michael. Isn’t that so strange?”

His mouth shut tight. She was delirious, thinking that she was hallucinating her dead husband. But it wasn’t a hallucination. He was right here.

“It’s not strange.” Michael said, taking a chance. “It’s me, Jin. It’s me, I’m here.”

She stared at him, before smiling again. He begged, pleaded with his eyes for her to see, to see him. But he could tell she didn’t believe it.

“Thank you, for trying. But you need to let go. You’re gonna die if you stay here.”

“Don’t make me let go.” He tried to hold on tighter, but Jin had already begun losing strength in her arms. She had already given up. “Jaime and Gregory are waiting for you. Don’t make me let go, not like this.”

“Jaime―” Jin’s eyelids fluttered as she momentarily lost consciousness. “I was never a good mother to her. After Michael died, I just became distant. Do you think she hates me?”

“Come with me. Ask her yourself.”

“Tell Jaime I love her, so so much. Tell Gregory―” she sucked in a breath, the elevator groaning louder as the amalgamation began to right itself. Its weight proved to be too much, and the metal poles holding up the makeshift shaft began to bend and crumble.

“Jin―”

“Tell Gregory that I always believed in him.”

“Jin please―”

“And tell Michael,”

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“Tell Michael I’m sorry.” Her head slowly slumped forward, and after a few seconds, there was nothing. No breathing, no warmth, nothing. She was gone. Reluctantly, Michael let go of her arms and watched as her body slid out of the elevator car.

More tentacles emerged, bright red with Jin’s blood. It must’ve tore something as it was holding on. She’d basically bled to death, and all he could do was watch.

Michael climbed out of the elevator, looking back as the tentacles tried in vain to reach him. He grabbed a metal beam from a pile of materials at his feet and ripped off his jacket. After tying the garment to the pole, he lit it on fire using Freddy’s lighter function.

The Blob forced a portion of its body through the elevator car, screaming out its garbled cries.

“Bonnie wanted to save you.” he said, looking at the creature with a mixture of pity and contempt. “He gave his life to save you. And despite that, you came back. You came back and spit in the face of all of his good deeds.

“But I could forgive that. You killed my father. That was what this was about, right? Revenge? You gave Bonnie what he wanted after all, even if it was a roundabout way of doing things.

“ What did Charlie do? She tried to help you too, didn’t she? And you killed her too. You made her choose between saving herself and saving the people she cared about. Did you know what she’d choose even before you forced it on her?

“I can forgive a lot of things,” Michael held up the homemade torch, watching as The Blob recoiled. “But what I can’t forgive? Orphaning a child. My child. You condemn William for taking you away from your parents. And yet you steal a mother from her child?”

He climbed onto the amalgamation, torch in hand.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re no better than him. Go to hell. Keep my father company.” Michael shoved the torch into The Blob’s mouth, jumping back as the creature burst into flames. It screamed out, its cries rattling everything around it. The elevator shaft finally gave way, collapsing back into the sinkhole and dragging the amalgamation with it. He watched as the flames grew stronger, retreating only when the fire got too close for comfort.

He had better places to be.

–

It was strangely calm above ground.

Ambulances and fire trucks were everywhere. Joyner managed to get a hold of dispatch through radio, and within minutes the cavalry had gathered.

Gregory was in an ambulance, his face being taken care of by a paramedic. Michael gave him a slight wave, but the boy refused to look at him. He couldn’t blame him.

Michael was looking for Jaime, but finding a small child in a sea of activity proved to be more difficult than he expected. He asked around, hoping someone had seen her. But no one had.

Panic began to bubble within him. Had Jaime run back inside? Or had she run away entirely? Not her too. Michael couldn’t handle two in one night.

Just as his panic hit its peak, a friendly paramedic pointed to an ambulance across the parking lot. Jaime.

He ran across the way, ignoring the people around him. He just needed to be near her. That was all he wanted right now.

As he got closer, he saw Jaime was curled up in the lap of a woman. At first, he assumed she was a paramedic, however he realized she wasn’t dressed like one. She wore faded sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. The hood was pulled up, but he could see the faint dusting of bright blonde hair. It. . .couldn’t be.

“Jin―?” he breathed, and the woman looked up at him. She pulled her hood back, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders.

“Freddy, it’s me. Vanessa. Remember?”

Michael tried not to let the disappointment show on his face. Of course it wasn’t Jin. He looked down at Jaime, whose face was red and puffy from crying.

“How is she?”

Vanessa gently ran her hand through Jaime’s hair. “She’s all cried out for now. I’m surprised she managed to fall asleep after. . .everything.”

“It’s my fault her mother died.” He clenched his fists, feeling the resentment against himself and the amalgamation resurface. “If I had been quicker, or smarter, she’d still be here with us.”

“Freddy, my sister’s death wasn’t your fault.”

Michael blinked, looking at Vanessa. The silence between them was deafening.

“. . . .What?”

“Did you just say ‘sister’?”

“Oh, did you not know that? Jin is. . .was my half sister. We have the same dad.” she rubbed gentle circles in Jaime’s back. “We hadn’t talked since her husband died. That was also the last time I saw Jaime. It was before she started dressing like a girl.

“I saw Jaime around the Pizzaplex all the time, but it never really clicked that she was my nephew. Even after hearing her name. But Jaime didn’t recognize me either. In her defense, she was really little the last time we met.” she stifled a laugh, but it was watery. Vanessa was fighting the urge to cry.

“This isn’t how I wanted to see them again, you know? First some psycho steals my identity, and now I find out my sister is dead. I just. . .It’s not fair, you know?”

“I know all too well.” Michael said. “Who benefits from this? Who gets their happy ending?”

Vanessa smiled, and just barely Michael could see the family resemblance. It made his chest ache.

“I’m going to stick around for a bit, see if maybe they can recover my sister. Then me and Jaime are moving away from here. I think she deserves a fresh start.”

Michael bit his tongue. What right did he have to object to that? He was living on borrowed time anyways. He politely bid Vanessa goodbye, turning to head back to Gregory.

“Oh, and Freddy?”

Michael looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this. My sister is back with her husband. I think that’s all she ever really wanted.”

Michael forced a smile, continuing his walk back across the parking lot. When he reached Gregory’s ambulance, he sat beside the boy.

“Who are you?” Gregory cautiously asked, looking up at the synthetic. Bright blue eyes met hazel ones, and he knew that Michael was gone.

“It is just me, Superstar.” Freddy smiled, the events of the day finally wearing on him. “I do not know where Michael went, but I believe he may have moved on.”

Gregory blinked, looking out towards the parking lot. He leaned his head against Freddy, his eyes lidding a bit.

“What’s going to happen to us now?”

Freddy put his arm around the boy, staring out as well. “I assume we will have to rebuild.”

“What about the others? Are they. . .”

“They are fine. DJ Music Man informed me via our cloud sharing that he had brought their pods out when we descended. He must have known something bad was going to happen.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence. In the distance, the sky was brilliant shades of orange and other warm colors as the sun rose. It was almost as if time stood still.

“Momo and Jin should be here to see this with us.” Gregory muttered, his eyes welling up with tears. “Why did we get to see another sunset but they didn’t?”

For once, Freddy didn’t know how to answer. All he could do was hold Gregory as the tears racked through his body.

Is this what you meant by breaking the cycle, HRMN.1? Freddy thought to himself, watching the colors swirl as the sun slowly took its place up in the sky.

Is this the happy ending you wished for?

–

3 years later.

“Jaime!” Vanessa called, poking her head out of the bathroom. “Are you ready? We gotta go visit gramma and pop pop and our flight leaves in 2 hours!”

“I’m ready, Ness.” Jaime set her suitcase by the door. She smiled at the woman, who quickly ducked back into the bathroom to finish packing the toiletries. Asking if she were ready, but not ready herself? Jaime snickered a bit, walking over to the living room and flopping onto the floor. She flicked on the tv.

〘Now reopen; The Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex! Back and better than ever, this pizzeria/mall/family fun center is back and ready to put the rock back in Rock’n’Roll! Birthdays, everyday, or just for the heck of it, stop on by and let the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex make you a SUP―〙

Jaime stared at the now dark tv. Three years was all it took for them to sweep everything under the rug. She bit her lip until it bled. It enraged her, but getting angry won’t make it go away.

She sighed, flopping out on the floor and rolling onto her side. Why couldn’t she forget that easily? What she wouldn’t give to erase the memory of that day from her mind, just for a little while.

Jaime.

“Yeah, Ness?” she sat up, expecting to see her aunt looking at her with concern or confusion. But there was no one around.

Jaime.

She looked around, seeing nothing. The tv was off, and Vanessa was loudly playing music as she finished her own packing.

Jaime.

“I hear you.” she whispered, looking around for the voice. She looked under cushions, under tables and chairs, and even in cabinets. Her search eventually led her to her room.

Jaime flicked on the lights, looking around.

Jaime.

The voice was loud and clear, as if it were right beside her. She whipped around and saw no one. However, on her desk was a plushie. That strange Bonnie plush from three years ago, that fateful night. Of course! It had called to her before, and now it was calling to her again. It must’ve been her father trying to reach her after all this time. Jaime felt herself grow excited at the idea. She hadn’t spoken to her father since that day, and she was worried that maybe he had forgotten about her.

Jaime picked up the plush, noticing all too late that it wasn’t golden anymore, but was now a neon green color. And there were purple sparks emanating from it.

“You and I, my beloved grandchild; united again.” cooed the voice, now louder and clearer than ever. It felt as if the owner of said voice were standing directly behind her, but she couldn’t turn to look.

Jaime couldn’t move at all.

“I must admit, things looked bleak for a while there. They had almost gotten rid of me. But thanks to you, a little piece of me survived. I cannot thank you enough.

“Now, it’s been quite a long time. We’ve many years to catch up on, my dear. Shall we begin?”

“Jaime! Where are you?? Are you ready to head out?” Vanessa called from the living room, finally done with her packing. She set her suitcase beside Jaime’s, grunting with effort. “If you don’t hurry, we’ll be late!”

Jaime looked up from her stupor, her eyes bright yellow. However, they quickly faded to a lavender shade as she stood up, smiling.

“Coming, Ness~!”

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An Unexpected Surprise - A Marcus Moreno Story

Author’s Note: So with some encouraging from my friends, I decided to post my writing! I know that technically we don’t know anything about Marcus Moreno, but that superhero dad has been taking up space in my mind rent free all week. I tagged people that I know wanted to read this and a few that I thought might enjoy it. Please let me know what you think! -Kat

Content Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), P in V

Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog @dindjarindiaries @frannyzooey @zeldasayer @hdlynnslibrary @jollyrancher87 @bisexual-space-slut @woakiees @scribbledghost @softpedropascal @catfishingmorales

Marcus trudged into the house, it was at least 2 in the morning, and he was absolutely exhausted. He was always exhausted these days; his age was catching up to him. He may be a part of the Heroics, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t getting older. He was balancing heroism, kids, a spouse, and trying to give them some semblance of a normal life. He was ready to retire, be involved in every aspect of the kids’ lives, and see his wife in more than just the middle of the night and before leaving for work. He had given enough of his life to the service of the world; now, it was about time to provide all of himself to his family. Missy, his eldest, was already 11 and getting older every single day. Jules, the baby of the family, was about to turn 5, just about to leave the toddler years behind her. He felt as if he had missed so much of their lives; he didn’t want to miss anymore.

Most of the house lights had been turned off, signaling that most of the inhabitants were fast asleep. He hoped that at least he could get a kiss or two from the woman he loved. Maybe she would still be awake. He made his way up the stairs, checking the kids’ rooms. He planted soft kisses on their foreheads, smiling at their serene expressions. What beautiful little girls he had, he was the luckiest father in the world.

He frowned, opening the door to the master bedroom; the soft glow of artificial light bathed the room in a yellow haze. There she was, his love, sitting in the middle of the bed, clearly wide awake, wearing her glasses and frowning at the hologram in front of her. Someone was working even later than Marcus himself. He took in her form; she still hadn’t noticed him quite yet. She was wearing a silky nightie that hit her upper thigh and a matching robe loosely tied around her. His cock stirred in his pants. Even as spent as he was from the day, the view in front of him made him want to take her to bed and fuck her senseless.

“Dr. Moreno, hard at work, I see,” he teased.

Her eyes shot up, smirking at him. I’m not quite Dr. Moreno yet, Marcus. You’d have to marry me first,” she teased.

“We had a ceremony-” he started.

“And someone still hasn’t mailed the marriage certificate, even though it’s been two months. All you gotta do is bring it to the post office, baby. I’d do it myself, but somebody insisted that he’d be the one to do it.”

Marcus groaned, falling onto the bed beside his wife (that’s what she was to him, even if he didn’t mail the marriage certificate yet). He heard some shuffling and a command for her AI system to file the holograms working on for the night. He’d lived with her for four years now, and he still hadn’t gotten used to all her tech. If he was a hero in name, she was the genius behind every piece of technology in his arsenal, as well as all of the other members of the Heroics. Her superpower was her mind, that gorgeous, intricate, genius mind of hers. Her ability to retain information, learn, critically think, and create was almost impossible to fathom truly. At 33, she had twelve doctorates in various fields, including engineering, physics, nanotechnology, and art history. Her thirst for knowledge and eagerness to invent was unparalleled, even among other enhanced individuals. He would never stop singing her praises; she was a wonder.

“Marcus, baby, do you wanna shower and go to bed? It’s late.”

He sighed, starting to relax into the feeling of her fingers carding through his hair. “Baby, if you keep that up, I’m gonna fall asleep right here and now. I took a shower at HQ before I left, so I’m good.” He opened his eyes when her fingers stilled, looking up at the beautiful woman with the soft smile leaning over him.

“Do you think you can stay up for a little bit longer, honey? I have a surprise for you.”

He sat up, scooting up against the headboard, kicking off his shoes. He felt wide awake now. His wife wasn’t typically one for surprises on any old day. He wracked his mind, trying to make sure that he hadn’t missed her birthday, their dating anniversary, or any other consequential, momentous occasion.

“I didn’t forget a special day, did I? Fuck, amor. I’m so sorry if I did. I’ve been spread so damn thin since the wedding; I’ve been running around like a madman.”

She placed a tiny cream-colored box in his hands, his wife sitting right in front of him, eyes sparkling with excitement. “You didn’t miss anything, Marcus, just open the box. You’ll like it, I promise.”

He nodded, pulling at the perfect bow holding the box closed, carefully opening the lid. For a minute, he just stared at the contents of the box, his eyes wide with shock. Ever so slowly, he picked up a pair of teeny baby booties, placing them in his large palm. He took the second item out, a pregnancy test that digitally read, PREGNANT. His hands began to shake; tears began to overflow, tracking down his cheeks. He looked up, his gaze locked on the woman in front of him.

“Sweetheart, are we-? Are you-? We’re- we’re having a baby?” he managed to choke out.

There was one more item in the box, at the bottom, an ultrasound labeled Baby Moreno. He studied the picture intently, his thumb moving over the little blob on the paper. That was his baby, their baby. They were having a baby.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, “we’re having a baby!”

A giggle made him raise his eyes once again. “That’s what I said, too. I’m about ten weeks along now. You’re going to be a daddy of three, Marcus Moreno.”

He scooped up everything in his lap, dumping it on the nightstand. He quickly grabbed his wife, flipping her so that she was under him. He covered her face in kisses, whispering how beautiful she was, how she was so loved, so treasured, so cherished. How their baby was made of nothing but love, how they were precious cargo, and how he would protect both of them every single day of his life. He kissed down her jaw, down her neck, eliciting breathy moans from the woman underneath him. His kisses went lower and lower until he reached her belly, pulling her nightie up around her waist so that he could get to her bare stomach. He planted dozens of kisses all over her belly, in awe of the life growing in there.

“Hey baby, it’s your daddy,” he cooed softly. “Your mommy and I already love you, little one, and you’ll have two big sisters that I just know will love you too. I can’t wait for you to be here, little baby. I promise I’ll be here for you.”

He looked adoringly at the mother of his youngest child, grinning as if his world had been made complete, and in all honesty, it had been. This baby, this tiny little one growing inside of the woman that he loved most, filled a hole in his heart that he hadn’t even been aware of.

He bit down on his lower lip, smirking while ever so slowly pulling off her panties. He would lavish the woman he loved with every ounce of devotion, adoration, and love he had to offer. A breathless Oh please, Marcus was all he needed to motivate him to continue. He opened her legs up, giving him access to her slit, wet and wanting. He groaned, the sight making his mouth water. If he had it his way, Marcus could spend hours between her thighs. Two fingers lightly toyed with her slit, moving up and down, collecting her slick.

“Look at you, baby, so wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you. If this is what pregnancy does to you, amor, I might have to start keeping better work hours so I can spend my time between your thighs.”

He could see her hips try to follow his fingers, desperate for more than he was giving her. “Marcus, don’t tease, please,” she whined. He chuckled, easily giving in to her pleas. He couldn’t say no to her, not tonight.

He buried his head between her legs, tongue coming out to lick a broad strip all the way to the top of her slit, his nose nudging her clit. She tasted like heaven, making him moan into her core, sending pleasurable shivers up her spine. He speared his tongue into her, getting as deep as he could, fucking her pussy with his tongue while her fingers tangled themselves in his curls. He kept exploring her folds with his tongue, hitting all the spots he knew would make her see stars.

He easily pushed in two fingers, causing her to buck her hips up, matching his pace. He focused his tongue on her clit, alternating between drawing lazy circles and sucking her into his mouth. His fingers hit that sweet spot inside her with every thrust, bringing her closer and closer to her release. Before he knew it, she was cumming around his fingers, squeezing him tight and pulling him deeper. His mouth flooded with the taste that was uniquely hers, prompting him to moan. He could feel himself rock hard in his pants, leaking with his arousal.

He crawled off the bed, swiftly ridding himself of his clothes, placing his glasses safely on the nightstand. He grabbed her glasses as well, placing them next to his own. She had shrugged off her robe and nightie, languidly watching him, her eyes blown wide with desire.

“Marcus, I need you inside of me,” she begged. His large cock rested heavy against his stomach, tip red and leaking. The thought of him inside of her was almost too much. She needed him, and she needed him right now.

He settled over her, catching her lips in a deep, earth-shattering kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, letting her taste herself. Marcus was intoxicating, enthralling, and all she wanted was more. Finally, they broke apart, panting slightly.

“Dr. Moreno, my lovely wife, mother of my child, let me make love to you. Let me show you how happy you make me, sweetheart. I want to make you touch the sky,” he whispered into her ear.

She beamed at him, cradling his cheek gently. “Yes, baby, I’m all yours.” He leaned back in, catching her into another searing kiss. He worked his length up and down her slit, coating himself in her slick, bumping her clit a few times in the process. At last, he began to leisurely enter her, inch by inch. They both groaned when he bottomed out, fully seated inside of her.

“Fuck honey, you’re just so tight, so wet, so warm for me,” he whimpered, moving inside her with slow, deep strokes. He wanted to make this last, to draw out her pleasure. With every thrust, he told her how good she felt, how beautiful she looked underneath him, how her pussy was made for him, how perfect she was. He could’ve gone like that for quite some time, slowly bringing her closer and closer to her high. Only her pleas of more, faster, harder made him speed up.

He grabbed one of her legs, placing it higher on his hip, allowing him to hit deeper inside her. Her hips moved in unison with his own, meeting each thrust into her. He would never get tired of the pretty sounds she made for him when he was fucking her. Those breathy moans she let out, the babbling it all spurred him on. He could tell she was close. She always got so fucking wet and even tighter right before she came. He dropped a hand between them, rubbing hard, tight circles around her clit. Not even a half dozen thrusts later, and she was wailing in ecstasy, clamping down on him like a vice. He wasn’t far behind, spilling himself deep within her, muttering her name over and over like a prayer.

He rolled off of her, panting, taking a minute to catch his breath as he gazed at her blissed-out form. Hair a mess, chest heaving, lips swollen from his kisses to Marcus, she was stunning. He couldn’t think of a moment when she was more gorgeous than right then and there. He could look at her forever, just like this.

Eventually, he got up and grabbed a warm cloth, gently cleaning her off. Turning off the light, he climbed back into bed, pulling her body to his, cradling her close. He let his hand wander, rubbing soothing circles over her belly.

“You’re gonna look so stunning, honey, all round with our baby. I promise I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll do whatever you need.”

He could feel his wife sigh, completely relaxed in his arms. He held her close, basking in her warmth and the love between them. He let his mind wander, thinking of the future, thinking of this baby.

“I’m gonna cut back at work, move more into an advisory role in the Heroics. As your pregnancy progresses, I’ll be able to work from home and take a solid chunk of paternity leave when the baby comes. I’ve given enough of myself to the world. It’s time for me to give everything I can to my family, to you, to the girls, to this baby. I’ll go drop off the marriage certificate tomorrow before I go into HQ to talk about restructuring my job. That way, you’ll officially be Dr. Moreno, even though you’ve already been that to me for a long time.”

She answered him with a happy sigh and kisses to his hand that entwined with hers. “I’d like that, Marcus. It might be selfish, but I want you here, with us. We love you so much; it’s nice when you’re here. It makes our family complete.”

They spent a few more minutes talking about the future, drifting off into deep, dreamless sleep. The thought of tomorrow was full of bright promises, just waiting to be embraced.

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x y/n #we can be heroes #pedro pascal

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 years ago

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Hello!! I was hoping if match-ups are still open, I'd love to give it a shot! ⭐ I'd say it's a little tricky to describe who I am since I'm very used to just taking to heart how other people describe me- usually people say I'm very bubbly, outgoing and extroverted and while I do have a very long social battery I only like spending a lot of time with close friends and families and I don't like going out of my way of switching up my routine. I would also say I'm not adventurous on my own since that stresses me out. I'm SHORT (4'11") and I dress VERY femininely and it's very easy for anyone to spot me because they see a pink/pastel blob approaching from the distance. I always love wearing bralettes and skirts and glittery make up. Also I'm not very self-aware of my body ONCE I'm out and oh man there's been a lot of times where my skirt was blowing or my shirts ruffled. My friends (or strangers) always have to let me know about fixing that whoopsies. So if there was a bimbo element to me it'd be that. In my free time I focus mostly on drawing and creative writing, I also like focusing a lot on listening to my music and creating playlists or reading poetry. I also like rotating my hobbies with crafts, I like making jewellery, sewing clothes, etc. and I'm also a very generous gift giver for my loved ones and I always try to add a handmade element to gifts every year. In terms of my background, I'm (almost) done my bachelors degree in Communications and I major in a specialty program that focuses on humanitarianism with digital design, I also took a couple of background courses on psychology (focusing on mental illness, neurodivergence and theories of personality) to help out what I need to know in my program. I've also spent a long internship on helping out with some non-profit organizations and learnt a lot there. I often find myself around a lot of 'introverted' people and I like being around those that are strong conversationalists, I like speculating about the world and thinking about niche things in detail. I also like trying to put in my best effort to help improve the lives of my loved ones and I want to see them flourish (unfortunately it does take out a lot of my social battery than I realize). If I had to put myself as a civilian IN the MHA world, I'd be someone that's awfully perceptive on how hero society has failed a lot of vulnerable people and that there's this large misunderstanding (and lack of support) for villains and why they do the things that they do. I'm heavily concerned how that doesn't seem to be changing any time soon and it results in ME feeling like I should be doing something about that instead. I guess I have a natural yearning and calling to help those that don't have a good support system because I know what it's like to feel at rock bottom, as I grew up with anxiety and depression (luckily I know how to take care of myself now and how to handle that). Despite all that, I feel a lot of people describe me as someone that's optimistic and it helps push them forward. Hmmm I guess some other things about me is that I do have a decently big friend group where my girls are pretty protective of me since they kNOW I'm inclined to find the most emotionally-damaged blorbo ever. If I ever had to introduce my partner to them, they'll tear them to shreds (in a good way) but oh man are my friends sassy. hgoiwehgew sorry I realized I went on a tangent there, anyways thanks in advance if you get to this question! I also love reading all the match ups you've already done for everyone they're fantastic :))))

(I really appreciate the love from everyone that gets these. It’s me that should be thanking ya’ll instead haha. Sometimes I feel they’re a little repetitive in their format so it does my anxiety good to know I’m still making people happy with the content haha)

Match-Up #10

-I match you with Jin Bubaigawara-

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-Every time without fail you were going to see this man at the same time on the same days during the week. You met him at your favorite corner store (and likely the only store in the city that held a special snack you discovered by accident when you stopped in there one faithful day. Well you suppose it must be his favorite store too right? The man that came in here to buy his cigarettes. One day you ended up talking to each other. Your hand reached to grab the last snack from the shelf and bumped into his hand lightly. “Huh?” He paused and pulled his hand back before looking at you for a second. “Ah, my bad. You eat these things too?” He asked as he reached to grab the pack off the shelf and hand it to you. “Don’t blame yah. These things are damn good. Caught them by accident last weekend when I was hungry and bored.” He spoke to you. “Oh uh yeah...these are really good. I didn’t know you liked these. I see you a lot and usually you’re buying a pack of those smokes back there behind the counter. I’ve never seen you grab anything else before.” You smirked at him and he chuckled. “Yeah, that’s because you haven’t seen me at night. The names Jin by the way. Jin Bubaigawara. And you?” He reached out to shake your hand. “Y/N.” The two of you ended up sitting at one of the tables outside of the store and chatting with each other. To him you seemed a lot more energetic about stuff than he’d be himself. It was a little funny (and cute) watching and listening to you go on and on. Eventually you two became rather good friends with each other.

-He admitted he liked being around you. He knew it was a big deal when you offered to hang out since it was a switch in your routine you’d otherwise ignored had it not been for him. Often times the two of you would just meet up to talk around some pond or lake somewhere or maybe even just sitting in his car in the parking lot and listening to music while munching on snacks together. Other times he’d be over at your place doing his own thing while you worked on art or writing. Sometimes the two of you would call-in for dinner and watch some dumb show on your couch (or mostly on a blanket pile on the living room floor. At first he was comfortable being just friends with you. He felt like there was a protective aspect to it somewhere. Sometimes he’d have to fix your clothes riding up in public and he got genuinely angry if some asshole tried to holler (hit on you). He became rather defensive of you, often waiting for the day to knock some loud mouth out if they commented on your height or your cutesy fashion sense compared to him. Probably about a week or two after your last hang-out session he was tossing and turning in his sleep. He woke up with a start and realized that he had feelings for you. After a wild argument with himself he finally decided to confess to you over text message. You read the message and didn’t send anything back. He was devastated until the next day when you showed up at his door with a handmade bracelet just for him. You accepted his feelings and he was over the moon after that!

-Although he can tend to be a little odd sometimes it was still really nice being with him. Dating him was like dating two (or maybe even three) different people at a time all in one body. Sometimes he was introverted, quiet and hard to read. You could never know what he was thinking as he stood by the window smoking and staring at the birds making a nest in the tree nearby. Even if he was quiet, you still knew you could talk to him and he’s quickly respond back. Other times he was all over the place, bouncing with excited and talking off the walls about different things here and there. Then came the more interesting conversations he had when his personalities seemed to be at debate. Those were rather funny to witness when he was in a good mood of course lol.

-He liked who he was when he was with you. You listened to his gripes and complaints about how society has treated him. You went as far as to offer your help in the League movement but you know he wasn’t going for that! You responded to him like he was a person and not just some filthy villain on the streets. You treated him with such kindness that his heart felt like it would swell and burst at the seams any minute now. You read poetry to him, sewed up his ratty and tattered clothes, loved him in all the ways he didn’t know he needed or that he thought he didn’t deserve. He tried his best to return the favor. He was affectionate with you (all of him), and he supported you even on your worst days. Sometimes if you maybe come home stressed or tired from your school or work he tends to communicate with tight hugs that take your breath away. He also makes sure to motivate you to continue your studies till the finish line, but he won’t put down on you if you EVER needed to take a break between then too.

-The only thing he has a rough time with at first is meeting your friends. He’s not angry or sensitive, but somewhere oddly in between. You take him to meet them at first when he’s mostly...himself. No mask or anything on his face. He can handle it for the majority of the lunch date but he definitely has a hard time understanding the vibes they put off. “Do they hate me or not???” He questions you later that evening when you get home and you just laugh before reassuring him. The next time he meet them is when he’s more energetic and bubbly. Maybe then he does a little better with the sass. He can give it back 10 times better and he also takes jokes very well too. Lucky you to have a guy like this at your side!

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kurowrites · 5 years ago

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"Took the wrong luggage AU" or "hugged the wrong person AU" wangxian please if you are free 🥺🙏

Wei Ying will only take about half of the blame, because really, what men in this day and age walk around with long hair, tied neatly in the back with a clasp? He only knows Wen Ning who does that, and so he sees long black hair and a clasp, and he assumes that this must be his second-favourite cinnamon roll (after Jiang Yanli, of course). He doesn’t really notice that the hair clasp is white instead of Wen Ning’s customary black, because who even pays attention to details such as these?

Wei Ying sneaks behind the bench his poor victim is seated on, and does what he always does when he greets Wen Ning: in one sweeping move, he wraps his arms around Wen Ning’s broad shoulders and leans in to place a big fat kiss on his cheek. As he draws back, he crows, “Ta-dah! It’s your favourite shixiong!”

Only that he’s not greeted with Wen Ning’s usual slightly embarrassed but still enthusiastic reaction to Wei Ying’s overly affectionate greeting, but suddenly has an incredibly stiff, frozen person in his embrace. And that’s when Wei Ying notices the white coat, and the white slacks, and the light blue turtleneck sweater; all items of clothing that Wen Ning very much doesn’t wear. And then the person still in his embrace turns their head just so, and…

Fuck.

This is most definitely not Wen Ning, but a person he has never ever laid eyes on before.

An exceedingly handsome person, his brain unhelpfully adds, with clean-cut, noble features.

And Wei Ying just slobbered all over this exceedingly handsome person that’s very much a complete stranger.

FUCK.

He lets go of the stranger and jumps back in a panic, flitting around the bench as he’s stuttering out an apology. He might have a thick face, sure, but putting his mouth on innocent bystanders is a bit much even for him. And this man very much looks as if he isn’t used to spontaneous make-out sessions. Unasked for ones, at that.

“I am so sorry,” he repeats for the probably twentieth time as he hovers in front of the person he just assaulted. “I thought you were my friend. I would never – I mean, not that you’re not handsome and everything – but I would never just, without asking, you know, smoo–”

At this point, the stranger seems to take pity on him. He fishes out a handkerchief (who in this day and age owns a handkerchief made out of actual cloth?) and delicately wipes his own cheek, right where Wei Ying slobbered all over him.

“It is fine,” the stranger says stiffly. “Be more careful next time.”

“I will,” Wei Ying promises with emphasis. “Believe me, I will.”

They settle into an awkward silence, Wei Ying’s hands fluttering around in the air uselessly as he tries to think of anything else he could do to show that he’s sincere in his apologies. He’s never been very good at being genuinely apologetic, his mouth turning a ‘sorry’ into some kind of joke, and it often only serves to rile people up even more. So he stands there and flounders as the handsome stranger straightens himself out again, until he looks as unruffled as me must have before Wei Ying’s sudden attack.

The stranger then looks up at him with a critical eye, almost as if he’s fearing that Wei Ying might be gearing up for a second attack.

(He’s not.)

“You should go look for your friend,” the stranger says. It’s not exactly impolite, but the words come with a sense of finality.

Please leave so I can bleach this incident from my memory as soon as possible, Wei Ying hears.

“Sorry,” he says again.

And then, because he’s an idiot, he adds, “You have very nice hair.”

Because that’s the first thing Wei Ying noticed about him.

The stranger looks at him with a slightly incredulous gaze, probably wondering why Wei Ying won’t get the memo, and just shut up and leave.

“I tried to grow mine out too,” Wei Ying says, desperately trying to get himself to stop speaking and completely failing. “But it never works out for me.”

He flicks his own sad excuse of a ponytail, the slight curliness of his hair making it look even messier than it already is.

The stranger is quiet for a moment, probably mentally calculating if it’s worth murdering Wei Ying in broad daylight in order to get his peace back. That’s usually the reaction normal people have to him. Only this has to be a new record in how fast Wei Ying managed to get them to this point.

Then, “It suits you.”

The compliment is so unexpected that Wei Ying gapes for a moment.

Which is definitely not his best look.

“Really?” he asks, incredulous.

“Hn,” the stranger replies, nodding once. As if that was a reasonable question to ask. And a reasonable answer to give.

“Wow, that’s just sad,” Wei Ying sighs, more to himself than to anyone else. “First I assault you and then I’m even comforted by you about my looks. That’s pathetic, really. Comforted by the victim. And compared to you, I’m just a… blob.”

The stranger looks at him again, possibly starting to wonder if Wei Ying is some kind of dangerous, disturbed individual or out to mug him. Maybe both. Not that Wei Ying has any intention to mug a handsome man. Or anyone at all.

Except for stealing a few kisses, maybe. He could do that, because this stranger is, after all, handsome.

Actually, he did that already, he realises. He kissed him on the cheek. He was just apologising for that.

For a smart man, he’s really astonishingly stupid. And the man even took pity on him and told him that he looked good with a ponytail.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks again, a little desperate. After all, he does feel sorry for what he did. “I feel like I should do something for you in exchange. I’m not sure what is appropriate, though. I don’t usually go around assaulting handsome men in the streets, believe me. No matter how tempting it might be.”

One of the exceedingly well-formed eyebrows on the stranger’s face twitches lightly. That’s about the most extreme facial reaction Wei Ying has received so far, and he isn’t entirely sure how to read it.

“Seriously,” Wei Ying emphasises. “Let me do something for you. As long as it doesn’t cost too much money though – I’m hopelessly poor.”

“There is no need,” the stranger finally deigns to reply. “Your apology is enough.”

“Wow,” Wei Ying cannot help but observe. “I wish all people were like you. No demands for compensation? You’re letting me off the hook very easily. But then, I guess the longer I’m standing around here, the more of a punishment this is for you. Uh. I’ll show myself out?”

The stranger looks at him again with a critical eye.

“You were waiting for you friend.”

It is more of an observation than a question.

“Yeah,” Wei Ying answers anyway. And then, he unnecessarily adds, “He also has long hair like you. That’s why I thought you were him.”

The stranger seems to consider that for a moment. Then he gestures towards the empty half of his bench.

“Wait.”

That.

That’s strangely nice of him, Wei Ying thinks with slight confusion. And hopefully not a precursor to murder.

In any case, he’s not going to look a gift horse into the mouth. With a feeling not unlike relief, he plops down onto the free half of the bench, and then smiles at this oddly civilised stranger.

He looks even handsomer from up close, Wei Ying cannot help but notices, and from here, he’s in a prime spot to admire the light golden shimmer of his eyes.

Wei Ying is struck. Such captivating, serious eyes, with a hidden depth that momentarily robs Wei Ying of his breath.

Something warm rises in his chest, sweet like honey.

Then he scolds himself. What foolish thoughts he’s having! Getting all mushy just because of a pair of reasonably pretty eyes!

(They’re beautiful, but that is not the problem here.)

“Wei Ying,” Wei Ying says, because if he doesn’t, he’ll probably say something much worse. “I promise I usually don’t assault handsome men on the street. Well. Unless I know them. I mean–”

There is the smallest twitch in the corner of the stranger’s mouth, and Wei Ying realises with uncomfortable, sudden clarity that the stranger is probably laughing at him.

It’s mortifying.

Maybe almost as mortifying as assaulting a perfect stranger with slobbery kisses.

If he had at least made it a good kiss. But no, he had to be all gross.

“Lan Zhan,” the stranger says, his voice serene, as if he hasn’t just accepted Wei Ying’s offering of peace.

Well.

Wei Ying thinks he might be able to deal with that.

“Lan Zhan,” he says, unable to contain a smile of his own. “It’s nice to meet you. This time without physical assault.”

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When Wen Ning finally finds him twenty minutes later, Wei Ying has somehow successfully acquired a mobile phone number he’s 60% sure is not fake.

How, he isn’t entirely sure.

#kuro writes #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #mdzs shorts #anonymous

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fidothefinch · 4 years ago

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maybe it's enough (to know that we were here together)

For Dick & Damian Week 2021, day 2: "He's my son!"

I wrote this over the last two hours. Fair warning, it is not proofread. Title from Kina Grannis's "For Now," for fake-deep reasons.

(More warnings: this story strongly features hospitals and difficulty breathing (and poison). Please take care of yourselves and skip it if it will hurt you, especially because of the last year we've all shared <3)

Nightwing woke up with a gasp like it was the first breath he had taken in a long time. He floundered for a moment, instinctively worried he had just surfaced from Gotham’s harbor (it wouldn’t be the first time), but it only took one hard smack of his wrist to recognize the very solid ground beneath himself.

Panting, he leveraged himself to his side to empty his stomach onto the concrete.

Something was wrong. He tried to check his surroundings, but he was only able to make out grey blobs that may have been buildings and wildly swinging lights.

No, they weren’t swinging. That was just his vision.

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could just will vertigo away. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to; growing up swinging from a trapeze conditioned him to enjoy the swoop in his stomach. But right now, he was either on a boat or drugged.

Sirens doppler-ed towards and away from him, somewhere down below. Definitely drugged, then.

He lifted one hand to his pounding head and was happy to find his domino was still in place. So were his gloves. But when he checked, he was missing an Escrima stick and a handful of wingdings. He grappled with his memory, trying to pull up some idea of what could have happened. A fight, obviously. But was he in Gotham? Blüdhaven? Somewhere overseas?

He flipped to his back and stared at the sky, still breathing like he had just run a marathon. Drawing in air was like drinking through a silly straw. Above him, the sky was a mottled green-black, the wind rolling the clouds inland. The motion threatened to make him sick again. He considered the merits of rolling to his side, just in case, when his eyes caught the flicker of a familiar shape against the clouds.

The Batsignal.

So, he was in Gotham. Now that he thought about it, that felt right. He could recall riding in earlier on his bike, the wind whipping through his hair, weaving through wild traffic. But traffic had been going the wrong way? Everybody had been leaving the island. . .

He sat up suddenly. “Robin!”

Sitting up was a bad idea. He pushed through his temporary blindness to wobble to his feet, anyway. “Robin!” he called again.

Damian didn’t answer. He was nowhere to be found.

More sirens rang down below him, passing in the same direction the last set had. Dick scrambled to the edge of the roof to watch the ambulance pass. What he found took his breath away. Cars lined both sides of the road, all headed toward the bridge that led off the island. All empty, abandoned. There didn’t seem to be a soul in sight, except the emergency response vehicles speeding down the clear sidewalks.

Everything snapped into focus, and Dick’s memory returned. Somebody had called the Gotham PD with a thirty-minute warning before releasing an aerosolized drug into the sewer system. Nightwing had sped into town as quickly as he could, and Batman teamed him up with Robin to cover the south quarter, and they had gotten separated—where was Damian?

Dick leapt off the building, shooting his grapnel as he fell to swing into a perfect arc to the ground. His bike wasn’t within eyesight, so it was too far. He took off, running after the ambulance.

Toward the hospital.

“Sir, you can’t be here.”

Dick had never seen the hospital so busy. Patients were lined up along the walls and hallways, crammed into the rooms like sardines. The staff actually ran between beds, looking haggard and exhausted already. Dick stood out like a sore thumb in his Nightwing gear, but nobody had the time or energy to move him.

Except the head nurse, behind the desk. “You have to leave,” she said. “We don’t have room.”

“Is Robin here?” Dick asked. He had scanned the pinched faces of the patients he passed on the way back into the ER, but nobody was familiar. He was almost thankful; the victims of the poison were sweating profusely and gagged on their own breath.

“I can’t tell you that,” the nurse said.

“I need to know that he’s okay,” he pleaded, leaning into his palms. They had been planted on the desk for stability, but now they were the only thing grounding him in his panic. “Please.”

All of Gotham was supposed to be evacuated, but there were still so many people too slow, too many people without a way off the island. When the threatened poison hit the city, there were too many people left behind. Nightwing had rushed over from Blüdhaven as fast as he could, but by the time he had joined the rest of the Bats it was too late. Half of Gotham was sick. Dying.

And somewhere in the panic, as noxious steam shot from the sewers and spilled from the vents, he had lost Robin.

The nurse studied his face, her lips pursed. “Robin was admitted two hours ago.”

Dick’s knees nearly buckled with relief (it had nothing to do with his legs feeling like jelly). “Where is he?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” Maybe the words were clipped, but he didn’t have time for this.

“No visitors. Hospital rules.”

“He’s just a kid!”

“Then maybe you should have helped him evacuate,” she said, levelling a glare at him that could melt glass. “Instead of encouraging him to run straight into the line of danger.”

Now Dick growled. “You don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“I think he’s better off here than with you.”

“He’s my son!” Dick slammed his fist on the counter between them, making the nurse jump. He would have time to feel guilty about it later. “If you don’t tell me where he is, I’ll find him myself.”

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, not getting any words out.

“Nightwing!” somebody else called. Dick spun around (too quickly), and another nurse was gesturing quickly behind herself. “I’ll take you to him.”

“Moira—” the head nurse started. But she wasn’t fast enough to catch Dick as he weaved through the maze of gurneys.

The nurse had dark circles under her eyes, and her bun was frayed. “Pediatric wing,” she huffed, already jogging down a wide white hallway. Dick followed, heart racing. “His oxygen was too low. He must have gotten a face-full of the stuff.”

“What does that mean?” Dick asked.

Her face screwed up. “He’s on a ventilator.”

Dick’s heart squeezed in panic at the words. He began to mentally prepare himself for what he would find.

The nurse he was following stopped abruptly, almost making him run into her. She flipped a hand at a set of double doors. “Stairs,” she explained. “You’ll have to go up to the third floor. Room 329.”

Dick didn’t question why she wasn’t coming; she had work to do. He nodded as he pushed through one of the doors. “Thanks.”

By the time he reached the third floor, he could tell that he had been dosed. Maybe not as badly as the other patients there, but three flights of stairs should have been child’s play for him. He arrived to patient hallway sweating and panting too hard, jelly legs making their displeasure felt.

There were doctors and nurses in this wing, too, but they were also scrambling too quickly to give him more than a passing glance. The crammed hallways on this floor were even more disconcerting, because the flushed, moaning faces were those of children.

None of them were the one he was looking for.

He forced himself to slow down, not able to bear the idea of passing Damian’s room and missing him accidentally. When he found room 329, he steeled himself before barreling through the door.

There were two beds crammed inside the small space, made possible only because the beds were child-sized. The smiling clouds painted on the ceiling were a harsh contrast to the dark, noisy machines wound around the beds.

Damian was in one of them.

Dick rushed to his side, sparing barely a glace toward the other child. Damian looked tiny, dwarfed by the size of the gurney and the mouth of the ventilator. His domino was in place, but somebody had flipped the screen over the eyes back, so Dick could see that Damian was asleep. The IV in his elbow connected to several bags, and Dick had no doubt at least one of them was a sedative. They would have to, to put him on the ventilator.

Dick snaked his gloved fingers into Damian’s bare ones and squeezed lightly. Even through the gloves, he could feel the smallest pulse.

He legs threatened to give out beneath him again.

And, well. Then they did.

A passing doctor saw him just as he had sprawled on the floor like a starfish. “Nightwing? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Dick shook his head, gesturing to his chest about the tightness still persisting htere. “Just dizzy.”

The doctor clucked his tongue, reaching out to the chair wedged into the corner. “Think you can get in this chair?”

Dick nodded (a mistake), and with the doctor’s help he was able to slide into the seat. The doctor flit out of the room and returned less than a minute later with a nasal cannula and oxygen tank.

Dick waved it away. “I’m fine.”

The doctor rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh, and I am, too.”

Dick didn’t fight it when she applied it. The steady stream of dry oxygen through his nose was a relief, and his head began to clear again almost immediately. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” the doctor waved.

Dick stopped her on her way out the door again. “Wait.”

She paused, obviously a little irritated at being interrupted.

Dick blushed in apology. “When will he be taken off the ventilator?” he asked, gesturing toward Damian, in the bed.

The doctor only shrugged. “When he’s ready.” And she left, hustling toward her next patient.

Dick pulled his glove off and ran his free hand through Damian’s hair, brushing back the strays. It was still damp with sweat.

However long Damian was asleep, Dick would be there when he woke up.

#dickanddamiweek2021 #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam #fido writes #dick & damian

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chaseatinydream · 4 years ago

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pirate king (52) || atz

“We’ve sailed from Grand Iguana, through the windward passage and we’re now at the Cayman Islands.” Hongjoong traces a line on the map in front of you on the table, and your eyes instinctively follow his finger to see three small islands off the southern coast of Cuba. “The two eastern islands have established Royal Navy towns, so I doubt they would choose those places as negotiation points.”

“So here?” Yeosang taps a spot on the aged vellum, a blob of ink smaller than his fingertip floating beside to near identical, smaller islands. Mingi glances over his captain’s shoulder, chewing on his lower lip nervously as he considers the location in his mind.

“Commander Kang may be a bastard, but he does his job right. He wouldn’t want any of the townspeople caught in the crossfire. But the western island is mostly forested… perfect for an ambush.” The quartermaster mutters, but there’s apprehension in his eyes as he glances over at Hongjoong. “Are we really going to do this, captain?”

You want to ask the same thing. Because you think your captain has finally gone crazy.

Two days ago, the morning after you’d seen his right eye in his drunken state, Hongjoong had come out from his cabin and announced to the crew that they were heading to the Cayman Islands.

You had dropped your breakfast sandwich in shock, unable to process what your captain had just said. Even Seonghwa, who had been distributing the first water rations of the day, had simply stared at his captain for a long moment, eyes so comically wide you would have laughed if the situation you were in hadn’t been so severe.

Was your captain really about to trade you and Yeosang for the antidote?

There had been a pause, a grim silence that filled the air, before the younger battlemaster had stormed forward and grabbed his captain by the lapels of his shirt aggressively, yanking him up to meet his eyes in a show of blatant disrespect.

You had never seen Jongho so furious.

“I thought we were going find the antidote?” Jongho had demanded, eyes burning with barely subdued rage. “What about Yeosang-hyung and Chin Hae, huh? Are you really going to give the two of them up like that?”

Fear had rushed through you at Jongho’s words as images flooded through your mind. Heavy ropes around your wrists, your feet bound in chains. The burn of the noose around your neck. The hooded face of the executioner as he pulls the lever.

Then nothing but darkness.

But before you could descend into a full on panic attack at the thought of your own cold blooded death, Hongjoong had answered with a single, determined word.

“No.”

You had been utterly confused. How then, was your captain intending on getting the cure from Commander Kang if he wasn’t going to give up Yeosang and you in exchange for it? The Royal Navy’s vice commander wasn’t about to just hand over the cure to you for free! Jongho must have felt the exact same way because his grip on his captain slackened ever so slightly as he gaped at his hyung.

“But-”

Your captain’s reply was blunt.

“We’re going to take it by force.”

And that was how all of you had ended up in this situation.

You glance at Seonghwa, who looks every bit as apprehensive as you are. There’s doubt in his gaze as his eyes flit over the more detailed map at the side, analysing the layout of the island with a frown on his face.

“There’s a lot of vegetation and a hill a short distance from the shore.” The cook points out grimly. “It’s likely they’ll have set up base at the top of the hill so they can see us coming, and from upper ground they’ll have the advantage in a fight. Captain, are you sure you want to do this?”

Even Jongho, who had been the most vocal in his opinions about not giving you and Yeosang up, glances at his captain worriedly. You can see that he’s formulating battle plans in his mind, weighing risks and calculating potential threats. “Captain, there might be an entire battalion waiting for us there, not to mention Yunho-hyung’s out of action. Are you really sure about-”

But your captain clearly isn’t in the mood for doubt, because he merely rises to his feet to give all of you a silent, piercing stare.

“My crewmates are in danger. There is no way I would give up Yeosang and Chin Hae. If they aren’t going to give me a way out, I’ll create one myself.” He pauses to look at every one of you in the eye with a burning look that sears your very souls, although when it reaches you, his gaze softens ever so slightly. “Are all of you with me or not?”

When no one answers, he continues to speak, his voice now taking on a more sombre, gentle tone. “You know I wouldn’t blame any of you if you chose to stay out of this battle. I can see that the odds are near hopeless myself, but we’ve overcome the impossible before. Sirens, witches, magical storms. As a crew, I do believe that we can do anything. We’re a family that can pull through any storm, as long as we’re together.”

There’s a long silence as your captain’s words sink in.

We’re a family.

Finally, Mingi puts down the papers and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Your captain stiffens at the sound, drawing himself up to full height and getting ready to rebut whatever his quartermaster has to say, green eye narrowing with the ferocity of a lion. You and Yeosang exchange nervous looks; is Mingi about to tell your captain how absurdly reckless this plan is?

The tall man opens his mouth to speak.

“I can’t believe you have the gall to pull emotional shit in this kind of situation… and it actually works.”

You nearly choke on your own spit and a tiny smile splits your captain’s tense expression down the middle, a breath of relief escaping his mouth. “Watch your mouth around me, Mingi-ah.”

The quartermaster merely rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Yes, captain.”

At Mingi’s words, the weight on all of your shoulders seem to lift ever so slightly. Mingi doesn’t think that the two of you aren’t worth the risk and he’s willing to plunge into the dangers of the unknown to keep you with the crew. You’re oddly touched and even though you don’t really think this is the time for that, you just want to give the tall quartermaster the biggest hug you could ever manage.

Then you think the idea through and immediately shake your head.

Jongho nods seriously, but you can see the relief in his eyes and the happiness he tries to hide from all of you as he distracts himself with laying out a battle plan. “I think we should send two teams. One goes around the side of the hill to snuff out any ambushers in the vegetation in a pincer formation and the other attacks head on, since we don’t have any time to waste.”

Mingi’s gaze switches from lighthearted to intense in seconds as he scrawls out Jongho’s words out on paper with a piece of charcoal in hand. “That’s a good idea. You take the main charge… I’ll take Wooyoung with me and go around the side to take out the reinforcements. It’ll be night when we reach the island, so we can move under the cover of darkness. San, Seonghwa, Chin Hae and Yeosang will stay on board with Captain.”

Yeosang nods in agreement. “That’s the best we can do.”

You’re utterly confused by all the battle related jargon that they’re throwing around, but before you can clarify what they mean, your captain cuts in with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Wait… wait a moment.” Your captain is rubbing his one eye with a scowl on his face, as if he can’t quite believe what they’re saying. Both Mingi and Jongho turn to glance at him with bemused looks on their faces. “You mean to say… I’m not going?”

There’s a moment of silence as the rest of the crew exchange wary glances.

You frown in confusion. That’s true. Why won’t they let your captain go onto land with the rest of the landing crew? You know your captain is exceptionally skilled with weapons and can take care of himself in a fight better than anyone else, so why would they want your captain to stay on board? Surely he would be an asset in a battle.

“Well, you know you can’t see very well in the dark because of your eye, captain-” Seonghwa speaks up cautiously. You barely have time to register his words before Hongjoong growls in anger, one hand reaching up to clutch the eye patch resting there.

You almost shiver at the dark tone in his voice.

“Curse this damned eye-”

“Captain, you know that we really don’t mind your eye.” Yeosang tries to soothe Hongjoong and you nod along, having seen under the eyepatch yourself before even if your captain may not remember it. “But if you do go along with them, you’d only slow them down.”

Hongjoong scowls in hatred. “But-”

“I’m going.”

All of you whirl around in surprise to stare at the door in shock.

It’s Yunho standing there, leaning against the door heavily for support. You can hear San clucking in the back in worry, “you can’t be moving around like that, Yunho, you need to rest–” Alarm rises in you, what is he doing up? This is just going to cause the poison to move faster through his bloodstream, and honestly, he’s in no condition for a fight. But the older battlemaster completely ignores your master, staggering forward on unsteady legs to stand before his captain.

“I need to go, captain.” His brown eyes are pleading, and you instantly know why Yunho so desperate to be part of the landing party on the Cayman Islands.

He wants to see his brother again.

Even from here, you can see the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, hear his voice wavering. Yunho is weak, way too weak to move off this ship. It’s been a few days since Yunho’s been poisoned, and even though the poison is a slow acting one, you’ve witnessed Yunho’s body slowly destroying itself from the inside out with every day that passes right before your eyes.

As much as you hate to admit, you wouldn’t let Yunho onto land either. The battlemaster looks like he’d collapse in seconds if not for San supporting him by the arm, and who knows what Gunho would do to him this time?

“Yunho-ah, you’re really not in the best condition-” Seonghwa begins hesitantly, but your captain merely holds up a hand to silence the cook, green eyes burning into Yunho’s.

“Are you crazy?” Hongjoong tells him bluntly and you see Yunho flinch back, as if physically struck by his captain’s words. Then his jaw clenches in anger and your heart drops in your chest, anxiety spiking in you nervously as tension splits the air between Yunho and your captain.

“I need to go.” The battlemaster snaps back emotionally, eyes almost welling with furious tears as he stares down his captain with barely clenched fists. You can see your master swallowing in alarm as Yunho steps forward, almost nose to nose with Hongjoong. The sight is almost laughable considering that your captain is a head shorter than Yunho, but his presence is every bit as threatening as the battlemaster looming over him. “Hongjoong, I owe Gunho that much-”

“You owe him nothing.” Hongjoong spits venomously in response, the scowl on his face turning dark. You and Yeosang exchanged panicked glances, his hand grasping yours instinctively in fear. Is this going to escalate into a physical fight?

“I abandoned him back there!” Yunho grabs his captain by the shoulders, eyes wild with anger and grief. Jongho rushes forward to pull the taller man away, but the older battlemaster struggles against him, furious tears spilling down his cheeks. “I left Gunho all alone in that godforsaken arena, left him to die! Who knows what happened to him in there?”

“You did nothing wrong.” Your captain growls, hands fisting in the lapels of Yunho’s shirt even as the two struggle against each other, and you can see Hongjoong’s knuckles turning white.

Fear roots you to the spot as you watch the three of them grapple back and forth, Seonghwa and San merely clutching each other in shock. Yunho has actually lost his temper, for the first time since all the days you’ve known him, his usual kind brown eyes burning with rage that looks practically alien on his face.

But your captain’s words fall on deaf ears.

Yunho yanks himself from Hongjoong, tearing his arm from Jongho’s grip with a snarl on his face.

“I’m going, no matter what. I won’t let anything or anyone stand in my way. Not even you, Captain.”

And with that, he whirls around to leave the cabin.

“Yunho!” Hongjoong snaps, but Yunho ignores him, hand twisting the doorknob as he steps forward.

You panic. All you know is that you can’t let Yunho out of your sight. If he does go, the poison will practically race around his body, slowly eating away at him from the inside until it kills him. He’s only lasted this long because of the little healings you and San have managed to perform thus far, but if he’s going to do something stupid like this, he’s going to be a dead man in days.

He’s almost out of the door.

So acting completely according to instinct, you grab nearest thing you can from the table next to you and smash it over Yunho’s head with all the force you can muster.

Hot tea goes flying into the air as the wooden base of the tankard collides with the back of his skull, so hard that you can actually hear the sound of wood splintering. He pauses, there’s a little intake of air as he hangs there, seemingly suspended in mid air for a second. Your mouth falls open in horror when you realise what you’ve just done.

You just hit the battlemaster in the head.

Then Yunho’s eyes roll back in his head and he collapses to the ground.

There’s a moment of stunned silence as everyone in the room turns to stare at you with wide eyes, before San squawks in alarm and races to his friend’s side, checking him over for any signs of permanent damage. Luckily for you, he’s still breathing, chest rising with every intake of air and you nearly sag in relief.

You didn’t kill him.

“He’s out cold.” Your master declares and Hongjoong steps over to you, warm hands gently prising the tankard from your fingers which are still numb with shock. You can barely feel it leave your hand as he sits you down on Yeosang’s bed, fingers resting in your hair softly for a moment to comfort you.

“Thank you for doing that, Chin Hae.” Hongjoong says grimly as Jongho slings the unconscious battlemaster over his shoulder carefully and carries him out of the cabin door, San following close behind after throwing one last concerned glance at you.

“I’ll handle the wheel, captain.” Mingi tells his friend and Hongjoong nods. The quartermaster leaves with Seonghwa at his side, leaving you, Yeosang and your captain alone in the cabin.

Yeosang sniffles softly and you turn around to see him dabbing furiously at the tears in his eyes next to you. At the sight, you can’t help but let a few tears of your own escape and Yeosang pulls you into his arms as you cry quietly into his shoulder. You hate seeing Yunho in this state, absolutely loathe how you’re completely powerless to help him in a situation like this.

But there’s absolutely nothing you can do.

“Hey.” Hongjoong kneels before the two of you, taking both your hands in his. You glance up at him through teary eyes and he raises a hand to your cheeks, swiping the tears left there with his thumb, so gentle it almost makes your heart ache. “Don’t blame yourselves for this, alright? We’ll get past this.”

And deep in your heart, you so desperately want to believe that it’s true.

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