#ignore this being EONS late... :)

[lightyagamifan]

a birthday surprise!

you and your friends from the akademiya decide to pull a birthday surprise for wanderer.

“He went this way,” one of your friends whispers amongst your huddled group.

The three of you begin hastily scrambling to the pointed direction, determined to not lose track of the man you searched for, crouching as much as you could in the shadows of the forest to prevent giving yourselves away. If it weren’t for the cake sitting on a silver platter being held clumsily by three people, you’d be racing there to see your crush in no time. It’s a miracle how the homemade sweet wasn’t dropped yet.

Ah, here’s your cue!

“Surprise!”

You and your friends hurried towards Wanderer, nearly stumbling (but surprisingly none of you fell) as you all carry a cake you all made for his special celebration. He sneers at it.

You all stared at him, looking for any other reaction, growing nervous as all of you awkwardly idled with the heavy dessert tray.

After what seemed to be an eon, Wanderer let out a quick exhale before falling into a deep laughter that he can’t seem to control. Besides your colleagues (who stood there in a state of shock), you laugh as well, believing that you finally managed to crack his shell after all these months of him being in the Akademiya.

“What? Is this a poor excuse of a joke?” He stopped himself, raising an eyebrow at you.

You were stunned. Surely, he enjoyed the surprise? Why did he seem annoyed? Ignoring your timidness, you composed yourself, and said the first witty response that came to mind. “Your birthday isn’t a joke.”

Your friends come to the rescue. One of them pitches in, “Yeah! We wanted to express our gratitude for you being in our lives.”

“And to show you that we’re happy to have met you! Even though you might think we’re a nuisance sometimes…” You scratch your head with your free hand nervously.

Now it was his turn to gawk at you. It was as if you said something that was completely alien to him, but you were confident in your answer because, well, it is true. You and your fellow peers never treat birthdays as something trivial to jest about.

You watch as Wanderer pulls the brim of his hat down, catching a slight tinge of blush on his cheeks before he turns his head away.

You thought it was so cute that it was too late when you found yourself stepping away from your friends (who jolted to hold the cake still) to gently squeeze Wanderer into a warm embrace. You honestly thought that he would’ve killed you by now, yet, he allows your presence to engulf his form for a passing moment.

You hear a somewhat grumble emit from your pressed shoulder.

“Idiots,” he says, this time with no malice nor venom, but with a soft tone.

Nonetheless, with all of your strength, you step back to nod to your friend group, in which you all decide to give it your one best go at a birthday chant. Everyone, besides the man himself, collectively shouted so loud that even the archon herself could hear.

“Happy birthday, Wanderer!”

[literaila]

Besides stealing a car (😭) are there any other shenanigans reader and satoru get involved with at tech?

mostly just the typical ruining of all of the vibes with their constant bantering. like… if suguru and satoru are a bad (chaotic) combination—satoru and you???

it doesn’t matter where either of you are. satoru will inevitably find a way to get you involved, and you will put a hex on him for it.

he finds a flower (weed) in the courtyard? it’s basically a bouquet he’s going to shove in your face during the middle of sparing. you intentionally choose the opposite end of the couch in haibara’s room? satoru is throwing a temper tantrum and you’re both being kicked out.

you’ll stand outside the door, arms already crossed.

defensiveness is your most natural state. around satoru, at least. “you’re going to get us alienated from all of our friends.”

“human words, please.”

you scoff, kicking his leg, and then moving a foot away when he stands next to you. “i can’t believe you got me kicked out of another movie night.”

“you’re the one who was talking.”

“because you kept poking me in the side with your foot!”

“sorry some of us aren’t two inches tall.”

“you’re a giant. you need to learn to respect other people’s space, gojo. isn’t that like your whole thing?”

satoru only moves closer again, infinity be damned.

your first interaction was filled with the eons of space between the two of you, the invisible barrier that separated satoru from everyone else.

but after that? it was only atoms apart.

satoru seems inclined to break psychics, as long as he can irritate you by standing so close.

how do you know this? because he’s still wearing that devilish smile that brings you incapable of movement.

“i like being close to you,” he’ll whisper, and what’s the point of arguing any more?

so you stand there right next to him. movie night sucks anyway.

and eventually it gets to the point where all of their friends are constantly ignoring every interaction you have.

except for poor nanami, who doesn’t understand why he has to deal with idiots all of the time. like, seriously. what did he do to deserve it?

as the (self proclaimed) mature one, nanami is in constant dismay over the lack of emotional intelligence and communication between the two of you.

(even at twenty. when you and him reconnect after his defection, nanami is fully expecting to have missed the wedding. he’s going to pay the price for running away, after all.

what he’s not expecting is truckloads of denial and the fact that the two of you are living together, raising children together, and still feigning friendship.

as if the two of you know the first thing about being a worthwhile friend.

it’s a good thing shoko can hold her liquor—because nanami kento has worked too goddamn hard to deal with it alone).

there’s sneaking out late at night, being the errand runners for everyone else, staying in each others rooms even when you’re not allowed.

yaga has aged several years during the first six months that you’re at jujutsu high. and he thought satoru alone was bad enough.

but by far the most annoying thing that occurs when you’re together is satoru’s version of a game.

he learned early on just how jumpy you were. satoru accidentally leans in a little bit too close? you’re flinching until you’re an arms length away. suguru simply walks into a room—with his quiet, catlike movements—you’re gasping when you hear this voice.

but the most amusing part to gojo, of course, is what happens that only he can see.

everyone else assumes that you’re simply startled. and you are, but to a certain degree no one would guess unless they were standing too close.

your cursed technique is inherently defensive, and after a childhood of cowering away from mere specks of dust, it’s not your fault that you instinctively protect yourself from disguised threats.

and it’s not your fault that when someone accidentally scares you, there’s an immediate wall between you and the rest of the world.

a wall that no one, except for one person, can see.

until you meet satoru that is.

and once he realizes what it is, what the cause is—oh boy, he’s running with it.

you’re walking next to shoko? satoru is tiptoeing to your side, and he only whispers a soft “boo,” in your ear.

but it’s enough that when you take a step forward, shoko is running into something that wasn’t there a moment ago.

she groans, and you look around—confused and concerned—and satoru runs away before either of you can manage to catch him.

it’s definitely funnier when he does it and nanami is standing too close to you, though.

it’s a mere game, a little entertainment for the honored one.

and then it turns into something more.

satoru is wrapping an arm around your waist in public—to get a cute little jump out of you, sure—but also so that no one can walk too close to you. no one but him, because infinity cancels out your technique, and satoru never lets you get far.

you’re sitting next to him during a movie night you haven’t been exiled from, and when the dumb horror movie someone (haibara) put on manages to scare you, satoru is blinking at the almost translucent guard your mind puts up.

you can’t relax after that, but he sure as hell can. satoru wraps an arm around you, pulling you even closer—and you can’t even argue (because you’re not standing outside with him again).

and maybe it takes a minute, but your technique is relinquished within eighty seconds of him moving over.

satoru basks in it.

he’s always loved being special—but he loves it even more when it’s applied to you. there’s a exponential growth to the pride he takes in soothing you.

but that’s not important. it means nothing, really.

and don’t worry, because it doesn’t end when both you and satoru have graduated.

sure, nanami and shoko and suguru aren’t there to witness (groan) at your bantering, your scheming, your constant running around each other—a stupid little game of cat and mouse.

but they’ve got some welcome replacements.

after a month megumi would rather die than listen to gojo try and be nice to you while you scowl at him. after a year, megumi is trying to get in the middle of it—mostly because he likes how freaky gojo looks when he’s annoyed.

tsumiki thinks it’s cute, though. for the first two years, that is.

[buggyjuggie]

Hi Hi! I recently found your blog and really liked your work.

I was wondering if I could request some HCs about a masc reader who stays up late and wakes up super early (ex. Staying up till 12am but waking up at 3) but somehow is usually very energetic and hyper?

The character(s) are up to you, if thats okay? I read through the rules and everything and I think this is okay, but feel free to ignore if I messed up anything! 🫶

──★ ˙ ̟Mk1 characters x Masc reader who wakes up early and goes to bed late

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* Come on you know he definitely does the same thing.

* Doesn’t understand how your so energetic. If he wants to be anywhere near your energy level he NEEDS a crap ton of coffee.

* Easiest way he gets the both of you to sleep is by having a movie marathon or having a gym date and exhausting yourself’s.

* He always ends up going to bed/passing out first so you end up following him, even if Johnny can’t talk you still enjoy cuddling and being next to him.

* You end up picking him up from shoots and sets after long days, because your the only person he trusts that would still be awake at these hours.

* After a long day that was supposed to be about the both of you hanging out he ended up eating sugary snacks to stay awake and had the biggest sugar crash ever.

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* When he learned of your habit was really worried for you, despite the fact that he has spent eons alone Liu Kang still remembers when ordinary people should go to sleep.

* Always tries to somehow convince with his words of wisdom for you to go to sleep earlier (it almost never works but its worth a try)

* I think that a god like him doesn’t need sleep but one of the ways he gets you to sleep earlier is by cuddles. He’ll hug and use his natural body heat to lull you to sleep.

* Both of you are opposites of each other but manage to make it work he takes time to do exciting and adrenaline pumping activities and you enjoy spending time with him drinking tea, meditating and talking about anything that you can.

* Anytime he sees you being hyperactive it always puts a smile on his face, just is stuck in trance watching you and being happy that he gets to have this.

「 ✦ Li mei ✦ 」

* HOW?? JUST HOW??? she always asks herself.

* Being Sun Do’s first constable requires a strict schedule, despite the fact that she likes doing her job waking up early is not one of them.

* When she wakes up early Li mei tends to be grumpy and down she absolutely can’t understand how you getting so little sleep are in a good and cheery mood.

* She makes paper lanterns that help both of you fall asleep, they smell like lavender.

* If Li mei’s having a hard day she appreciates your energetic personality, it puts her in a good mood and help’s to keep her spirits high when struggling with Outworld’s conflicts.

* Let’s you take care of her spirit lion since both of you are very energetic and it has grown attached to you.

「 ✦ Mileena ✦ 」

* Thinks that you just have a hard time sleeping.

* Because of the way her base outfit is designed i think Mileena owns a lot of fuzzy and warm sweaters. She gives then to you as a hope that it’ll help you sleep better.

* Tries to do literally everything to get you to go bed earlier royal massages, big fancy beds with fluffy pillows, essential oils and whatnots.

* Is surprised that after all that your still full of energy, starts to think that it might be magic or a spell.

* You offered to do some of the more tedious jobs or her’s so that she can enjoy her time as empress, Milleena didnt like the idea of making you do her work but you still insisted by saying that if you let her, both of you will have more time to spend together and she caved.

* You sleep a lot in Mileenas room because she has a lot of flowers that help her fall asleep more calmly and keep her tarkat affliction from coming out. The flowers help you because they remind you of Mileena the happy memories and moments spent with her make for the most adorable dreams and even date ideas.

「 ✦ Havik ✦ 」

* An agent of chaos hell bent of causing mischief any where possible and a little to no sleep human who somehow is extremely energised to a concerning extent. I think thats a math made in heaven.

* Like Liu kang i don’t really think Havik needs to sleep yes he does get tired but doesn’t have adherent need for it.

* Thought at first that you were also from chaosrealm due to your high energy and hyperactivity.

* Noticed your how your sleeping was inconsistent but because he has never dated a human before he doesn’t do much about it, think’s that this is just how humans are.

* Still offers to let you rest or even rest with him if he sees that your starting to get tired or are gonna crash.

* Both of you are the most chaotic couple in world and he loves it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Once again I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. I really really enjoyed writing this one especially because i got to write for any character i wanted so that helped me thing outside the box. I didn’t really have any specific way of integrating masculine terms or action i just mainly tried not to baby the reader.

Hope you enjoyed reading :3

[seiya-starsniper]

26. creating art inspired by them <3

Altair you brilliant wonderful genius, you’ve given me the perfect way to ring in a fill for “Episode 6 continuation” for Dreamling week.  We shall ignore the fact that I have already have already completed an omegaverse fill that I will be posting tomorrow LMAO-

blossoming romance writing prompts

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It is late in the evening of their reunion when Dream finally notices it. Along the back of the New Inn’s wall behind Hob Gadling, there are multiple works of art, framed lovingly, and displayed proudly. It is not the one directly behind Hob that catches his eye, but one to the left of it, and once Dream realizes what it is, he cannot stop looking at it. 

It is a portrait. A portrait of Dream himself. 

Dream recognizes the style of hair and dress to be from their aborted meeting in 1889, when Dream had stormed off into the night at the thought of being called a friend. The portrait should stir something negative in his gut, a sour reminder of how poorly Dream had acted that night, but it does none of these things.

Because in this portrait, Dream is smiling. It is subtle, but it is there, in the quirk of his lips, in the tilt of his eyebrows, in the way his eyes shine in a way Dream has not seen on himself in at least an eon. It is a portrait that makes him look kind instead of cold, warm instead of aloof. 

Was this how Hob Gadling saw Dream in his mind’s eye? Even after how cruelly Dream had treated him before?  

Hob pauses in the story he had been recounting, clearly noticing that something is amiss. He makes a questioning noise, but Dream cannot find it in himself to speak, too dumb struck to form any coherent thoughts or words. It is a rare thing indeed, for the Prince of Stories to be found wordless. And here Hob Gadling has managed to do it with a simple charcoal drawing.

Hob’s eyes eventually follow Dream’s line of sight, and he must realize what Dream is looking at, for he whips his head immediately to the portrait and inhales sharply. 

“Oh, uhm, that,” Hob says sheepishly, bringing a hand to rub at his neck. Dream tears his eyes away from the portrait in time to notice there is blush blooming along the immortal’s neck and face. Hob is still turned to the portrait, as if transfixed.

“You know,” Hob says, eventually turning back and meeting Dream’s eyes. “I’ve been drawing you for a long time,” he admits. “I’ve lost most of the sketchbooks and paintings, after…well, you know when. But that one in particular is special to me. I drew it after you missed our appointment in 1989.”

Hob’s smile is shaky, as if he expects Dream to get up once more and flee The New Inn, as he had in 1889. But leaving is the furthest thing from Dream’s mind. 

“You would draw me so kindly?” Dream asks, voice barely above a whisper. “After we parted so poorly that night?”

Hob’s smile becomes more confident. “That’s how you always looked to me,” he says warmly. “A kind stranger who’s given me the greatest of gifts, a long fulfilling life, a chance to learn and fix my past mistakes. A…” he pauses, then huffs a small laugh. 

“A friend,” Hob says definitively.  “My oldest friend.”

Dream lets out a choked sob. He hadn’t even known his eyes were watering but now tears are flowing freely down his cheeks. He is overcome with emotion at Hob’s devotion to him. And he does not know what to do with himself. 

“Shit!” Hob exclaims, palming at his jacket and jeans until he finds what he is looking for. He pulls out a handkerchief and makes an attempt to first offer the item to Dream, but then changes his mind and moves to wipe Dream’s tears himself. 

“Please no tears friend, this was supposed to be a happy reunion,” Hob pleads, pressing the cloth gently into Dream’s skin. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Dream shakes his head and places his hand over Hob’s, stilling the man’s ministrations. 

“There was no offense,” Dream says. “You just continue to surprise me, Hob Gadling. My friend.”

Hob’s returning smile is blinding. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing you say that. I would wait another 133 years for you just to hear it again.”

“You do not have to,” Dream replies. “I will call you thus for as long as you will let me. And…” Dream purses his lips, trying to form the correct words for what he will say next.

“Perhaps moving forward,” he continues, “we no longer need to only meet once a century. It is my understanding that friends meet more than that.”

“They do,” Hob replies. “And friends also invite one another into their homes to break bread and drink wine. As it so happens, my home is above this lovely establishment. Would you…would you like to come up?” 

Dream smiles and nods, before they stand and he follows Hob upstairs. 

[tatooineknights]

do you think Luke takes after Padmé, Anakin, or both? :o

Both (and also his aunt and uncle). I think the fandom as of late likes to ignore what he takes after from Anakin (and probably from eons and eons of ignoring Padmé, if we are being honest) — impulsiveness, emotional sensitivity, temptation, a willingness to take on more than he can handle, and a general sense of dumbassery as well. But those are tempered by what he has from Padmé — empathy, forgiveness, belief in something greater on a societal level, eager to help when possible. It’s all a beautiful blend.

[decepticononline]

IDW! Starscream x (Gender Neutral) Cybertronian Seeker Reader

Warnings: oral sex, riding, very light dom/sub, fluffy, size kink, hints of the reader being romantic with Thundercracker and Skywarp too, this is very gender neutral but the reader has a valve.

Summary: To Starscream you were the only one on cybertron who knew how to help him with his 'issues'.

The gentle sting of a clawed servo being placed on your backstrut made you turn around to see that Skywarp was behind you. The mech had a wicked grin on his faceplate and was holding up your datapad.

"Huh, looks like Screamer sent you a message on here. Are you ignoring your internal comms?"

You had to reach up to snatch your datapad back from the mech as he towered over you. Out of all Seekers within the faction, you were the smallest.

"Stay out of my personal belongings, you creature."

Skywarp simply purred and put his servos on his hip-struts. His glossa rolled out of his intake receptor and he wagged it at you provocatively. Your optics rolled in annoyance and you walked to another part of the base to comm your commander in privacy.

Since Starscream had reclaimed the throne of Cybertron he's been much busier now than he was as second in command of the Decepticon army. With him being busier meant he was much more stressed than normal.

This happened to put a strain on the already eccentric relationship you had with him. All the night cycles you've spent underneath him or one of his trinemates over the last few eons have clearly meant nothing to the mech if he neglected to give you the attention you felt you deserved.

Skywarp was too depraved and Thundercracker was too distant to give you the attention you sought. Your spark felt the strongest connection with Starscream, and if he wanted to be insolent about it then that was his loss.

"Finally, I need your assistance with an issue."

Starscream answered the comm sounding as if you hadn't just been ignoring him for the past couple of decacycles and that angered you.

"You only comm me when you need my assistance with your issues..."

"So that's what your problem is... No wonder you've been so infuriatingly annoying lately. Come by to see me and I'll make everything up to you."

With that, he ended the comm and you growled in annoyance, Starscream was unbelievable and unpredictable yet to him, you were completely predictable. He knew you'd come back to him one way or another.

So go back to him you did, just this time you weren't that easy, and you still had some dignity left. When you walked in he was sitting on his throne like normal, a golden Vosian crown upon his helm and a seeker high-rank soldier at either side of him.

With a simple servo gesture, both soldiers exited the room in sync with one another.

"How does it feel to be within my presence again now that your little failed mission of ignoring me is over?"

"Feels like I got kicked in the helm."

Starscream scoffed and gestured for you to get closer to him and you denied.

"Sorry, I won't be that easy."

"That fierceness is one of the many things I love and cherrish about you."

He always knew just what to say to make you submit. It was like a gift he had, saying things that made your spark flutter. You had to mentally slap yourself to not ask him if he really meant it.

Starscream gestured once more for you to approach him and this time you hesitated but obliged. You sat yourself down on him and he didn't waste any time leaning over to bring his dermas to yours.

You never felt this small with someone unless it was Starscream. It wasn't just his frame that was larger than yours, it was his confidence and willpower.

The kiss was gentle and you debated on giving him another. No one could deny how handsome this mech was. With his chisled features, bright red optics and sharp denta most failed to resist his advances.

"See something you like?"

"Always my Liege."

His wings fluttered behind him and you found yourself becoming fixated on them. They were so much bigger than your own and you couldn't help but slide your digits down the sides. You knew just what spots to touch from your previous nights of entanglement with him.

While you touched his wings, he touched yours. The touching of one's wings for seekers was completely intimate. Seeker wings were much more sensitive than the wings of regular fliers.

Starscream liked to have his wings rubbed, Skywarp liked to have his wings scratched, and Thundercracker liked to have his pulled. Your own wings fluttered and shifted to all of the touches Starscream gave them.

"It appears we're at the part where you tell me how much you need me."

He whispered into your audio receptors and that made your entire frame shiver. You got down onto your knee-plates and dragged your glossa along his armored interface panel.

You swirled circles around it and coated it with the fluids of your intake receptor. You even wrote his designation in Vosian along his panel with your glossa. As if you spoke the magic words to him, the mech let his panel slide off.

His spike sprang out and was already half pressurized and leaning to the side. You immediately wrapped your servos around his length and brought his tip to your dermas.

"You know I'd do anything for you my Liege. No matter how insufferable you may be..."

"Insufferable? As if that valve hasn't been slick with lubricant the moment you heard my voice through comms."

You ignored his comment and gave the tip of his spike a long lick and a groan emittited from his vocal receiver. You wrapped your dermas around his spike and took him into your intake, guiding him along the way until you hilted him in.

He put his servo on your helm and you felt his clawed digits sinking in.

"You're always so talented with that glossa aren't you?"

Your intake started to gag to signal that you desperately needed to vent and only then did he let go. You resumed to bobbing your helm up and down his shaft while he let a few slurs, curses and growls fall from his dermas.

He had this look in his optics that made you think he was getting ready to pin you down but you had other ideas. After sliding of your own interface panel to his surprise you got on top of him.

You've never taken control during interface before due to your size but as the saying goes there's a first time for everything. You lined your valve up with his spike and slowly slid down on it.

You welcomed him internally with the tight clenching of your walls and he moaned in delight. You bit down your dermas and offlined your optics when you began to slowly rock your hip-struts.

Out of all the mechs you've been with Starscream always filled you just right. It was like you two were meant for eachother, destined to be conjunxes.

The pace of the rise and fall of your hip-struts increased along with your pleasure. You'd never expected any cycle of your life to be full out riding the mech.

The way the tip of his spike was rubbing your walls internally made it feel like your protoform was tightening. The pure look of pleasure on his faceplate was gratifying to know it was you making him a wreck like this.

When his optics rolled back and his servos gripped around your hip-struts you picked up the speed. When you felt like you were getting ready to overload the mech stood up to hold you up by your hip-struts and that made you cling to his frame.

You looked down at the sudden drop from the height he was holding you and huffed.

"You think I'd drop you? Me of all people? Besides you're already holding me so tight that I don't believe you'd fall, and I don't mean with your servos."

He thrusted upwards into you while your leg-struts wrapped around either sides of him. Feeling him stretch you like this from this angled quickly ripped an overload from your systems.

The overload was brief but so intense it made your cooling fans stutter. Your valve gripped and clenched around him while drips of your lubricant leaked from around his spike and it made you mewl.

Looking into his optics like this was truly liberating. Having Starscream, ex-second in command of the Decepticon faction and now King of Cybertron pistoning into you at this angle completely made up for the lack of attention you received.

No mech had ever fragged you so passionately or efficiently as Starscream. Every experience with him was memorable for a lifetime. Your spark begged to be intertwined with his the more he touched you.

His wings began to flutter sporadically behind him and he bit down on his dermas when his overload breached. He made your ride out his overload with him by continuing to slam his hip-struts against yours.

His bright purple transfluid painted the spasming mesh walls of your valve. With how sensitive you were, you felt every spurt of his climax inside you. His optics were dimmed and his cooling fans were whirring loudly.

It caught you off guard when the mech began to leave a slew of kisses down your neck cabling. He was reluctant to remove his spike from you or put you down. The chamber to his spark slid open with a hiss and the bright blue orb made your optics widen.

"See I told you I'd make it up to you."

[altaneenarts]

pieces of you

DreamXD/GeorgeHD origin story

rating: G | wc: 1.4k | Ao3 Link

In the beginning, there is nothing.

Time does not exist when XD and HD are born from the universe, acknowledging each other’s existence. XD brings together and HD pulls apart in an eternal dance that will form all things. They do not know what they’ll create, they do not know that in simply being, they are everything.

As they push and pull atoms and planets and stars, they realize that they enjoy each other’s company and so their dance continues. After unknown eons and millennia, HD suggests a wager.

“Let us set up a great game, you and I.” They will create the earth and promise not to destroy it as they would their other creations. They promise to let it be and form longer than other celestial bodies. For a time they watch and enjoy as the earth forms and cools, magma forming rock and oceans covering its surface, until one day, they sense another presence.

In the beginning, there was nothing, and Nothing liked it that way, forever asleep until the noise of creation forced them to wake. The Blood God opens their eyes, wandering far from the distant edges of existence without HD or XD’s knowledge. It follows their trail of creation and destruction, absorbing all into its great black maw.

XD desires creation, HD desires destruction, but the Blood God desires nothing. And nothing is what they would leave.

The two gods ignore Nothing for a while, simply moving out of the orbit of the great devourer and their unending, insatiable hunger. But the longer they run, leaving a trail of unraveled galaxies and dying stars to be swallowed in their wake, the more powerful the Blood God becomes.

In the infinite expanse of space and time, eventually comes the confluence, the merging of three entities not meant for each other’s presence. The Blood God finds them.

“Why do you follow us?’ XD and HD finally ask them.

“You create noise, such loud and lively noise. I want silence, I want to return to the void from where I began. I will not rest until all of creation is quiet.”

But that is not what XD and HD want. “But we are creation and silent we cannot be.”

“Then I shall devour you too so that nothing can ever be made again.”

And so comes the first battle, a clash of forces, each eternal, conscious since the beginning of time—they started the clock after all.

In the madness of godly calamity, worlds burn, and galaxies pull asunder amongst the thrashing of the universe’s children. All burn except one.

As the Blood God reaches to devour the Earth, HD intervenes, interceding their path and colliding in a hail of fire and mist and stars. The Blood God, with their absorbed strength and rage, open their great maw and sink in their black fangs.

HD’s strength begins to fade, XD can feel it, a vacuum as nothing begins to fill a space once full of life. But they were not afraid. Gods didn’t feel fear, nor did they know death.

Distracted by their caught prey, the Blood God doesn’t notice XD’s approach until it is too late. Delivered a final mighty blow, the Blood God reels back, wounded and weakened. In a span of time indistinguishable from the rest, XD bestows a curse upon the red god.

“For your greed and folly, I cast upon you this curse: as nothing is what you desire, this I shall grant. You will remain an infant, returned to the womb you so love. You shall be doomed to an egg for the rest of time.” And so the Blood God was trapped, forever frozen in a crimson egg and banished to the far reaches of the cosmos.

As the remnants of their battle float away, XD comes to HD. Both weakened and tired, together they fall to earth, pulled into the gravity of their own creation. Together their forms condense, in firey rain and stardust their souls became flesh and bone. They land upon a beach, the stars painting the sky.

In arms molded to mimic the life they’d born, XD cradles HD, their wounds harsh and prominent. Neither had experienced this in their existence. This is something new.

In their holy tongue, HD speaks. “I’m tired, XD.”

“Tired?” XD questions, “What’s that like?”

HD hums, unconcerned and weightless, “Like falling, fading… I think I shall sleep.”

Gods didn’t know death, so how could they know its gentle touch?

“For how long?” XD asks.

“I don’t know. But I think I’ll return.”

“You don’t know?”

HD shakes their head weakly, “How could I? I’ve never been tired.”

And XD had never been alone. “However long you need, I will wait for you.”

HD smiles. “I know you will. Maybe, I’ll dream of you.”

XD takes their companion's limp fingers, wrapping them in a gentle touch. “Rest well, my other.”

“Goodnight… I’ll see you soon.” HD bows their head and ceases to move.

XD sits there with them, watching the stars.

Gods didn’t know death, so how could they know it was as eternal as they?

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When HD disappeared, a piece of the universe disappeared with them. XD felt it the moment they’d closed their eyes, set in an endless slumber. For the first time in existence, XD felt incomplete. The universe wasn’t balanced.

But that was alright, for one day HD would wake. One day, the half would be made whole.

XD didn’t care at first, waiting was something they could do. Time was infinite, as were they. Centuries passed and still they waited. Centuries turned to millennia and millennia, eons. The hole remained ever-present, a tear forever unhealed.

Gods weren’t born to feel, but as the time flew by, unaware and unconcerned, XD began to. But it wasn’t a pleasant thing. Mortals might call it sadness. XD began to ponder; if they could feel like a mortal then could they die like one? Is that the strange thing that had taken HD from them?

Did gods die? XD didn’t know. Matter could not be destroyed so surely they couldn’t either. Maybe they were scattered, remnants throughout the universe waiting to come together again. Maybe they were just sleeping, waiting to re-emerge from the chrysalis of time, to be reborn when all returned as one. But that was too long. XD could wait forever, but that didn’t mean they wanted to.

XD grew impatient, searching the span of stars and galaxies for any piece of their lost companion. Maybe their essence was in the stars, the moon, in the soil. XD explored the vast corners of the cosmos, through a billion variations of life.

When they began to lose hope, confined to their solitude, XD felt something new. Their eye turned towards one last planet. Earth, the only creation preserved from the gods’ cataclysm. Something called to them there, newly born, a faint but clear song.

In a small land, newly formed from young hands and naive youth, lived a brown-haired boy. His fierce spirit and chaotic joy felt familiar so XD stayed and watched, curious of the call that sang from their soul.

When the boy had grown into a man, XD made a choice.

They returned to earth, their form once again of flesh and blood before the young man. George, his name was George.

“Are you awake?” XD asked in the language of the gods. The human stood fearful, but the spark still burned strong in their gaze.

Confusion became him and at last, the human asked, “Who are you?”

XD stared with divine eyes, undeterred by the mortal’s lack of understanding. After eons of wandering, of missing pieces, XD could see a glint of his other half in this small creature. It drew them in like the gravity so familiar to them, and they would let it drag them into its spiral.

As they stood before the mortal, at last, that sadness seemed to fade. In XD’s hands was hope.

“I am DreamXD,” they spoke at last, “And I am a god.”

The mortal stared in wonder, drawn to the presence of the divine, drawn towards XD as natural as his breath.

Now XD knew, gods did not die, they were remade.

As their companion slumbered in the heart of mortal coils, XD swore an oath that day. For however long this human lived, they’d be at their side. If HD still slept then one day, XD would awaken them.

One day the universe would be made whole.

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Eternity, Part One

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x (?)Reader

Summary: You should’ve known that running from your past would be your downfall… you just never would’ve imagined it’d land you right into the waiting arms of an Endless, one that’s been searching for you for eons. he may be trapped for now, but your new job at Fawny Rig may just be the solution for that. Heed the warnings: you took something from him and now he must consume you for himself…

Word Count: 2392

Warnings: mind manipulation/control, possessive and obsessive behaviour, mental breakdown, suggestions of psychological torture, threat of bones collapsing,more to added with more chapters

A/N: Heyyyyy, I know it's a tad bit late to be posting the first part to a prologue that was released like two months ago but it's here now! And it's longer than what I usually write so I hope that makes up for it. Enjoy this while you can because Morpheus is about to get a whole lot freakin' worse. As always, I hope you're okay and let me know what you think!

Fawny Rig had an… impressive exterior, to say the least. 

  Chuckling to yourself, you knew that living in somewhere as grand and beautiful as there would be a concept you’d never be able to experience. Although, based on the job description, it seemed as though the owners were quite friendly and presumably welcoming enough for it to seem like some sort of a home.

   Holding the advertisement in your hand, you contemplated how this would actually work; were you to be a permanent resident? Semi-permanent? Maybe this would be a day thing? Exhaling once, you decided just to wing it (within reason, of course).

  Speaking of wings, there was the distinct sound of a raven squawking in the distance. Curiously, you looked around and smiled slightly when you saw a beautiful raven perched upon your bag handle. 

  “Oh, aren’t you beautiful?” 

  Almost naively, you reached out a hand with the childish hope of being able to stroke the creature. You completely ignored the health risks that came with birds and it appeared to work out in your favour as the raven’s wings preened and glittered as the sun reflected off of them. 

  A small smile spread across your face, “Oh yes, you are. Absolutely gorgeous.” 

  For a while, you merely stood over your bags and admired the raven, so majestically offering itself up for your generous petting. However, the more you stroked it, the more the distinct feeling that you’d seen it before grew. Come to think of it, your palm had started itching… again. God dammit, you seriously needed to keep track of your meds.

  Reluctantly, you pulled one hand away from the bird and reached for your tablets in your pocket. The incessant crinkling of the paper annoyed you and furthered the  pain of trying to extract a pill from its case. Once you’d finally managed to wriggle it out, you let out a triumphant sound.

  The bird was temporarily forgotten and as you lifted the tablet up to your mouth, the screeching of the raven caused you to drop the pill. Exasperated, you turned to the raven. “Come on, dude. I need those.”

  When the bird raised a brow, you blinked incredulously. But then, it cawed a final time and flew off with the rest of your medication. “Hey! Get back here! This isn’t funny, bird!”

  “Miss, is everything alright?” A timid voice called from the entrance to the manor. Oh jeez, this was embarrassing .

  Turning around with, what you hoped was, a friendly and not-at-all crazy smile on your face, you made the regrettable decision to forget about the bird. “Yes, thank you. Sorry, a raven just stole my medication. I’m not crazy, I swear,” you offered a light chuckle.

 Luckily, the young lady seemed to accept your words for she made idle chit-chat as she invited you in. The maid,  Blythe as she’d introduced herself, led you into a well-furnished and incredibly artefactual, antiquated living room and told you to enjoy the pre-prepared drinks as she called your employers.

  Glancing around the room as her rhythmic footsteps grew quieter, you began to realise how out of your depth you were; never in your life had you been responsible for a job on such an important scale before. It wasn’t even that the job was difficult or in anyway out of your capabilities, it’s just that the weight of-

  “Ah, (Y/N), a pleasure to meet you. How are you? How was your trip? I hope you’re familiar with basements because that’s where you’ll be situated,” Alex Burgess spoke from where he was being wheeled by his husband, Paul. His bluntness caught you slightly off-guard, there was something underlying there that clearly made him anxious if his darting eyes were any indication.

  Immediately, you stood and stretched out a hand. “Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Burgess. My trip was good, thank you. And, yes, basements are something I’m acclimated to,” well that was complete and utter bullshit. Basements were a big no-no for you. Nothing good ever came from them, nothing, especially after…

  “Blythe informed me that a… raven… flew away with your medication?” He asked, drawing you away from your thoughts. Embarrassingly, your cheeks flushed and you began to stutter.

  “Y-yeah, that’s right. I didn’t even realise until it nearly deafened me.”

  Alex Burgess seemed to tense in  his wheelchair, why? You did not know, but curiosity killed the cat. “Is everything okay?”

  Snapping out a daze, he gave you a quick glance before asking Paul to guide him back upstairs. “Everything’s fine, thank you.” He gave you one last small smile before turning his attention to Blythe, “If you could show Miss (Y/N) to her room and inform her of her duties that would be marvellous.”

  Blythe paled almost imperceptibly, but you noticed, you always noticed. Worry churned your gut and your head turned suspiciously. 

  “Do you mean…?”

  He nodded and that’s all the answer she had before both Burgesses left. 

  Frozen, she stood in place and stared through the floor. The emptiness in her eyes made you uneasy. You took a tentative step towards her, “Blythe?” Snapping her head towards you, she stumbled away, her expression signifying she was seeing something you could not. “Woah, Blythe, take deep breaths. You’re safe, no one’s going to hurt you.”

  The young maid was incapable of listening, of seeing reason. Tempted to call for someone, you paused when her panicked breathing came to a halt. Similarly to before, she acted as though you were a window except this time she started muttering. It was indistinguishable at first, it soon grew to murmurs, to normal words, to shouts, and finally to panicked, urgent yells of pure unadulterated terror. 

  “Leave! You need to leave! He’s here, he knows you’re here. He won’t stop until you give. It. BACK! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK!” 

  Now it was you who was frozen. Rational thought escaped you, instead overwhelming confusion and slight panic consumed you. What was she talking about? Who was “he”? How did he know you were here? What did he want back?

  Two men clad in suits walked in and wrestled with Blythe’s manic form out of the room, leaving you haunted by her echoing screams down the corridors. Concerned, though you were, bewilderment ceased you from forming any coherent functions for a time - only when Paul came to escort you to your room did you snap out of your daze.

  He made small talk as he guided you to your room, apologising for your rocky and traumatising beginning and assuring you that tomorrow wouldn’t be like this. You responded in kind, albeit numbly. In all honesty, you were disturbed with everyone’s behaviour above all else; Alex seemed anxious at  the mention of a raven, then Blythe had had a mental breakdown and what appeared to be a flashback and now, Paul was acting as though he was used to it, as though they were all used to it. 

  Despite your brain not working at full capacity, you managed to bid Paul a good evening and settled in for an early night. Despite your brain not working at full capacity, you knew that there was something going on here, something they were hiding. You’d be damned if you weren’t going to find out… What worried you was this man Blythe had spoken about and how he knew you were here. Another resident, perhaps? A neighbour? Couldn’t be, there wasn’t another house for miles, at least not one that you’d seen. 

  You had no further options, so you surrendered to exhaustion and hoped that your dreams might bring you some peace…

You were in the forest again. The same one. The same leaves crunching under your feet, the same sounds being your breath, the same stars gazing down at you from the heavens and the same raven, cawing nervously from where it was standing next to your sitting form.

  Regarding it with suspicion, you hesitantly gestured for it to perch itself on your shoulder. Once it did, your suspicion turned into contentment. Nature always puts you at ease, and after the night you’d had you needed a break. Speaking of the night you’d had,  your thoughts began to drift towards the inner turmoil Blythe’s outburst had caused you.

  The abruptness of the entire situation wasn’t lost on you, in fact, it only made you more and more anxious about the job you’d applied for on a whim. Because that’s all it was, wasn’t it? A whim?

  Your eyes absentmindedly traced the curves and edges of the leaves around you as you reflected on the past few days: you’d always made a point to consider things and pinpoint each and every outcome. Your experiences and past had instilled that habit into you from a very young age so your careless decision to take this job was extremely uncharacteristic and that scared you.

  No matter who you surround yourself with, you ensured that you never grew an attachment that could influence your decision making so you were left puzzled over your future and past - your present, even!

  Leaves crunching to your right jolted you out of your reverie. In your skittishness, the raven flew off your shoulder and onto the man who’d entered your space. You registered vaguely that you recognised him, his chiselled features and ethereal complex making it nigh impossible to forget and yet, a headache brewed when you thought too hard about it, about anything really.

  Your eyes looked over him and widened when they met his own; it was pure darkness. Pure darkness with hints of white, of-of stars, you realised, this man had literal space within his eyes.

  Dazedly, you muttered, “What the hell?”

  Calmly and with the grace of a king, he moved towards you. Half of you fought to step back but the other half was utterly captivated by his gaze, completely caught up in the vastness of his eyes and the emptiness within. 

  Suddenly, his gaze turned more intense and all fight left you within an instant. That stuck you as odd, why did your emotions sway that intensely? 

  Before you could question it, he raised his hand, his palm facing the sky, and your eyes were inexplicably glued to it. There was something scarily familiar about this situation… but even that nagging feeling wasn’t enough for you to ignore the urge to place your hand in his own. Eyes completely focused and brain becoming fuzzier by the second, you took in a shuddering gasp and moved your arm up.

  The distance between each of your hands was closing and with it the lack of coherent thought in your brain, the lack of any idea apart from take his hand.

  His celestial eyes were staring hungrily at your hand and when it finally, finally, made contact with his own, he let out a gasp so loud that it broke you out of whatever stupor you’d been in.

  “What the hell? Who are y-mmph!”

  The man had pulled you into his chest and now had both of his arms caging you in, like a bird imprisoned, completely helpless to its situation. Too awestruck to do anything apart from numbly stare into his shoulder, you struggled to comprehend your situation. You knew that this was a dream and yet the complete and utter ridiculous situation and worrying feelings you were experiencing caused scepticism to dominate your brain.

  The man was warm, you had to admit. Probably because of his intricately crafted black cloak. He was also strong if the feeling of his arms around you and your unfortunately placed hands on his chest were of any significance. 

  “Are you gonna let go any time soon, mister? Orrrrr…” 

  Speaking up was the wrong thing to do; his arms tightened once more except, they didn’t actually stop. You grew confused, and scared, especially once it became difficult to breathe. Was he trying to kill you with a hug? That would look amazing on a tombstone: “Death by Hug.” 

  Regardless of your wandering mind, your physical body was under extreme stress. Bones began to grind together and you could’ve sworn you heard some crack. There was no pain, though, so perhaps you were overreacting in the uncomfortable moment.

  “Once we have merged, my love, I will finally be able to care for you in the way only you deserve. But you must give it up to me, willingly,” his low voice directly in your ears sent chills down your spine. There it was again, this giving someone something back. Blythe’s outburst seriously did affect you, didn’t it?

  “This is no mere dream, little one. Have you truly forgotten me?”

  You tried to pull back slightly, to garner any sort of information from his facial expression that you couldn’t from his tone of voice, but he withheld unbearably tight - it was a struggle to even understand what he’d said. 

  You wet your lips, “I don’t even know who I… am… anymore.”

  Like he’d been struck, he reeled back and peered intensely into your half lidded eyes. He looked scandalised, but why? He didn’t know you, he didn’t even exist outside of this dream! You’d just had a taxing day and your subconscious was taking it out on you.

  A sudden look of pure rage crossed his face and you flinched back much like he had done only seconds before. As quickly as it had appeared, it vanished into a look of cold indifference. 

  “Then there is only one thing to be done.”

  Just like that, you awoke. The first thing you registered was the sounds of shouting, shortly thereafter an agonising scream permeated throughout the manor and you were instantly wide awake.

  Somehow you knew, you didn’t know how but you knew that something was wrong with Blythe. Something was wrong with this house and its residents. And you had a sneaking suspicion that it all stemmed from this… man… who haunted them before and who now haunts you.

  Fear unlike any other twisted your heart painfully behind your ribcage. Yet there was also something pulling at it, almost willing it in a way, to leave the room and investigate what was happening.   So you did what any other person would do - you left the confines of your room into what would unknowingly change your life… for eternity.

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Attack on Prime: What if Soundwave arrived in AOT and caused trouble? AKA The Chaos Timeline

Main Story

Peaceful Timeline Pilot

Beloved Timeline Pilot

TFP Optimus in Episode 1 Pilot

War Timeline Pilot

So I had promised this months ago with that pilot poll that I ran, but I never got around to it because I was so focused on the main AOP story line. But I had time, and the inspiration! And I was finally able to write the pilot for one of the first AOP AUs on my Tumblr blog: What if Soundwave was in AOP, aka the Chaos Timeline! Now let us begin!

Summary: Soundwave's loyalty was unwavering. True in the face of hardship and suffering. He believed in the Decepticon cause, and he believed in Megatron. He's held onto the hope that Megatron would lead them into a bright future, which is why he immediately searched for him the minute he got out of the Shadowzone. However, when he found Megatron on this strange world, all of those years of loyalty and service went out the window. And he finally snapped. Also TW Gore and TW Blood

Soundwave tried to attack those human pests. He tried to kill them. He tried to remove them from the controls of the ship and stop them, and in turn, the Autobots, from gaining the advantage. But he couldn’t even touch them. His body phased right through them like it was nothing. But he wasn’t wearing a phase shifter. This happened because these children somehow managed to cross streams with the bridges. And now he was stuck in an alternate dimension where he couldn’t touch anything. He tried accessing his comm. link, but no one responded to him. What was going on?!

Soundwave realized that the rest of the Decepticons were left unattended. Megatron was left alone to fight the Autobots! Soundwave bolted out of the deck of the ship, racing down towards the Omega Lock. Their numbers had already dwindled so much after the infestation and the loss of the Insecticons. The Autobots had a chance to end the war in their favor! And Megatron! Megatron would be killed!

Soundwave noticed to door to the Omega Lock was open and he bolted through the opening. He looked down the opening of the ship to the cyber matter and the Lock’s structure. But it was too late. Soundwave had bare witness to Bumblebee ramming the Star Saber directly through Megatron’s chest. Soundwave felt his spark drop at the sight, and he ignored Laserbeak’s cries to him, trying to pull him back to reality. But…Soundwave couldn’t even hear. His master. His friend. His brother in arms, was fell by the lowly scout Megatron had mutilated eons ago.

Soundwave snapped out of his shock when he saw Megatron’s corpse slide off of the Star Saber and plummet to the Earth below. Soundwave jumped off the Nemesis and onto the Omega Lock structure. He leaned forward while gripping one of the pillars of the lock, seeing Megatron’s body starting to burn upon reentry. Soundwave contemplated diving after him. He had to go back to his friend. He was even prepared to jump, but the Nemesis jerked and began to move. Soundwave held onto the pillar as he felt the Nemesis go through the spacebridge, taking the ship and everyone who was still on board back to Cybertron. Soundwave reached out towards Earth, to where Megatron was, but the spacebridge closed, leaving any chance of him returning to Earth null and void.

==

Soundwave hated these clowns. He despised them with every fiber of his being.

The Cybertronian had believed that once the Quintessions were disposed of, his people would create a just society. One that didn’t require putting down the common bot and forcing them into unhealthy working conditions. But the new council decided to take a page out of the Quintessions’ books and implement their own caste system. This caste system didn’t allow those in it to move above their station if they so desired. It didn’t allow those who were built differently to receive services that would help them thrive on Cybertron. It just used the bots and scrapped them the moment their usefulness ran out.

He gave them chances. Time and time and time again. He pleaded his case, and gave them every opportunity to repent and fix the system before any long term damage had settled in. But they all refused. They didn’t care about freeing Cybertron. All they wanted was the power for themselves. And he was done.

He had left the council right in the middle of one of their meetings, stunning quite a few of them. Someone did approach him and begged him to stay. The bearded one: Alpha Trion. But Soundwave quickly pulled his shoulder out of bot’s grip. He took a vow of silence. He had covered his face. He had changed his appearance to prevent the council from finding him. If Soundwave could not change the system through reason, then he would destroy it with force.

==

Soundwave worked tirelessly, trying to get out of his prison. Whatever commotion was happening outside of the Nemesis, he chose to ignore it. It wasn’t a priority at the moment, and nothing outside of this dimension could harm him, which allowed him to maximize his efforts. He ignored the shaking and jerks of the ship. He ignored the arguments the Autobots were having, and the mutiny that Starscream tried and failed to achieve. He had heard words being thrown around regarding Unicron the Chaos Bringer, and that did make him hesitate a little. He didn’t want to deal with Unicron again, but he also didn’t want to stay here until he perished. He was going to get out of this place first, then he was going to deal with Unicron.

Laserbeak was chirping at him, trying to tell him something important, but Soundwave ignored the mini-con for the moment. Nothing could hurt them in this dimension; he didn’t have to worry about Laserbeak’s safety. The spymaster became elated when he realized that he could still connect to the spacebridge, but grunted when he felt the Nemesis crash into ground. He immediately checked on Laserbeak, seeing if he was alright. Maybe that was what the mini-con wanted to tell him. Laserbeak signaled that he was alright, allowing Soundwave to breathe a sigh of relief and continue working, ignoring an unfamiliar aircraft fleeing the planet in shame.

==

Soundwave didn’t realize how hard things would be on his own after leaving the council. He had to burn all traces of his original existence to prevent himself from being tracked. No home. No assets to his name. Just his new armor and covered face.

He scoured the streets of Kaon, doing odd jobs here and there in order to get some energon. But he had no roof over his helm, and he refused to work under someone in a place like the mines. He’s aware that the bosses there will bind poor Bots into unbreakable contracts, and work them until the rust away or get crushed to death. He would maintain his freewill, no matter how hard it would be. Soundwave winced when he felt something sting his shoulder. He noticed his armor was beginning to erode and quickly bolted to take cover. Acid rain. It was worse in these parts of Cybertron than in the upper caste sectors.

Soundwave scrambled towards an alley and took cover under an awning. He could hear the sizzle of the metal eroding and he could see the acid rain hitting the ground hard, but he chose to ignore it. He was safe for right now.

Then he heard shrill cries for help. Soundwave raised his helm and followed the noise to see…a mini-con. A mini-con that was getting pelted by the rain, unable to fly away and take cover due to its damaged wings. Soundwave initially decided to leave it alone, and let nature take its course. He didn’t want to receive any more damage from the rain. But the mini-con kept on crying, begging for salvation. Those cries grew weaker and weaker, until…it stopped flapping its wings and fell limp to the floor. Soundwave internally swore as he ran out into the rain, feeling the searing acid all over his body once more as he snatched the mini-con and ran back to his shelter. He examined the damage the mini-con had suffered, and they looked severe. He wasn’t sure if it was even going to make it. But no creature deserved to die like this.

Soundwave immediately got to work, taking parts of his own damaged armor and surgical tools lying around to seal and repair the mini-con’s wounds. He worked as quickly as he could, ignoring the rain and ignoring his pain to keep this Bot alive. After grueling hours of work, Soundwave managed to repair it enough to keep it stable for the time being. He then used a syringe he found lying on the ground, thankfully not too severely damaged from the rain, and injected it into his neck, siphoning out some of his own energon to transfer over to the mini-con. As the energon in the syringe continued to decrease, Soundwave saw the visor of the mini-con flicker to life. It was still weak and frightened, so Soundwave used his E.M. field to reassure it that it was alright and that it was safe. It was safe from the rain and Soundwave promised that he would keep it alive.

He wasn’t going to abandon it like the council abandoned its people.

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Soundwave waited patiently in the shadows while the Autobots were distracted. With their rebuilding and reconstruction of Cybertron. He listened to their talks of peace and ceasefires, knowing full well they didn’t have the same charisma and leadership as Optimus Prime. The only Autobot who came close was Ultra Magnus.

He had tested the range he had from the Nemesis controls to that of the newly installed spacebridge that the Autobots were constructing under their name. His spacebridge could reach theirs. Now he just needed to time it right. He waited. Waited and waited until they least expected it. And then the opportunity arose when the spacebridge opened and a large ship came through. Soundwave activated the spacebridge from the Nemesis, causing a third portal to open up. Soundwave made sure that Laserbeak was fastened to his chassis before transforming and flying through and making it to the other side.

Soundwave transformed into his bipedal mode hearing panic and surprise from the other Autobots. He saw the Autobots drawing their weapons and aiming it at him. Soundwave immediately got into a fighting stance, prepared to attack and defend himself.

“Soundwave, stand down!” Ultra Magnus ordered him, but the spymaster refused. He wasn’t going to bend to their will.

“Soundwave, stop! The war is over!” Soundwave felt his anger flare when he heard Bumblebee speak. He snapped his helm towards him, contemplating tearing out Bumblebee’s voice box again himself for killing Megatron!

“The war will continue in Megatron’s name!” Soundwave had compiled the voices he had on file to speak.

“Wait…you don’t know?” Bumblebee was surprised.

“Know what?” Soundwave demanded.

“Megatron…he came back to life, but he forfeited the war,” Bumblebee explained.

Soundwave nearly lost his composure right then and there. Megatron was…alive?! That should have made him elated! Happy! But he didn’t go back for his master and merely stayed on the Nemesis as it took him back to Cybertron. But the confusion came. Forfeited? Megatron would never forfeit the war! Megatron would never quit! His attention fell to the other Autobots, but they didn’t have any expressions or features that would indicate that they were hiding something. Were they…were they actually telling the truth?

“His body got hijacked by Unicron, and Unicron tried to destroy Cybertron, but Optimus sacrificed himself to defeat Unicron, and that was before Megatron forfeited the war and left,” Bumblebee continued explaining. “We do have proof. I used the cortical psychic patch to show the memory.”

The patch doesn’t lie, and the Autobots don’t even have enough information on the schematics to even attempt any forms of manipulation. The fact that they were so confident to use it and show it to others meant that they were telling the truth. Megatron was alive, but he had forfeited, but it sounds like they didn’t have him.

“Where is he?” Soundwave demanded.

He heard Ratchet scoff. “You really think that we would tell you that-!”

“We don’t know,” Bumblebee answered truthfully, earning surprised cries from his allies, “I saw him fly off world, but I don’t know where he went.”

Soundwave took a look at his surroundings one more time. He was outnumbered, possibly outmatched, and he didn’t have the resources to repair himself if he got hurt. Not to mention, he still had Laserbeak to consider. Without giving any of the Autobots time to consider, he transformed and quickly flew off into space. He could hear the cries of the Autobots fade as he continued flying upward and out of Cybertron’s atmosphere.

“Bumblebee, what were you thinking?!” Arcee demanded.

“I figured if we answered him truthfully, he might’ve left us alone. Which he did!” Bumblebee retorted.

“And everyone here knows that Soundwave is fiercely loyal to Megatron and the only ‘Con that Megatron would even consider listening to!” Ratchet reminded.

“Soundwave has no leads! We’re talking about the span of infinity! How in the Allspark is Soundwave going to find Megatron through that?! And even if he did, it would take him eons?! Long after the war is over!” Bumblebee reasoned.

“And what if you’re wrong?!” Ratchet demanded.

“Then!...” Bumblebee trailed off, realizing the point to Ratchet’s words. Soundwave: the third-in-command to Megatron was now roaming freely in space. And will no doubt use his freedom to restart the Decepticons.

“If Soundwave is ever to return, then we will prepare plans to counteract him and any other Decepticons that choose to align with him,” Ultra Magnus declared, “For now we need to focus on rebuilding and bolstering our forces in the event of a Decepticon invasion.”

Soundwave’s first decision was the land on Luna-1. He knew he had no leads to go off of in order to locate Megatron, but he did inform his master that he had sent Airachnid to Luna-1. There was a chance that Megatron came to the moon in order to permanently dispose of her. When he stepped over a hill and saw the remnants of Insecticon carcasses rusting away on the surface, he knew that he was correct. He walked towards the carcasses that remained and examine the ground for any information that would direct him to Megatron. He found the outlines of spider legs in the ground, no doubt belonging to Airachnid, but he also saw a new set of pedeprints one that he did not recognize. But he noticed the way these new pedeprints tracked in the ground. The steps and patterns were familiar, unforgettable. These were Megatron’s pedeprints! Megatron was here on the moon, and based on the pedeprints, he had fought Airachnid, probably killing her in the process. Bumblebee did mention that Unicron had hijacked Megatron’s body. There was a possibility that his appearance was altered in the process to compensate for the damage he had undertaken from the Scout. But Megatron was here and he was still alive. But where did he go from here?

Soundwave looked up towards the expansive throws of space. He knew it would be a fruitless effort to try and find Megatron in the vast universe. Megatron could have gone anywhere, and disappeared to a place no one would ever find him. But Soundwave wasn’t going to give up. He refused to believe that Megatron would abandon the Decepticons. Not after all of the hardship and sacrifice.

Soundwave transformed and flew off of Luna-1 and away from Cybertron. He had Megatron’s signal on file, and even though his range was small compared to the Nemesis, he could use it to find him. The Decepticon movement could wait. His new mission was to search for his master and friend and bring him back to his senses to finish what they started.

==

Soundwave didn’t mean to acquire more mini-cons. It ended up just happening if he was being honest.

Soundwave was still taking care of Laserbeak and helping him regain his strength when he encountered Ravage. The feline mini-con was savaging for energon nearby, and Soundwave took some pity on it by providing a small cube. It wasn’t much, but it should have kept the creature alive for another night. Besides, he was focused on keeping Laserbeak alive.

The next thing he knew, Ravage had returned, and in its mouth was a rare metal meant to help repair wounds. Specifically for Laserbeak. Soundwave couldn’t help but be surprised, but Ravage had wagged his tail, expecting praise for his hard work. Soundwave thought he would be useful and let Ravage stick around. He did not bind the cat to him, and let him choose to follow him. He wanted to give him a choice. It was going to be the same for Laserbeak. With Ravage’s help, he had managed to repair the mini-con’s wounds and bring him to full health. Soundwave gave him the option to fly free, and expected the avian creature to never return, but Laserbeak merely turned back around and landed right back on Soundwave’s arm. Soundwave couldn’t help but be moved at Laserbeak’s loyalty while Ravage purred, rubbing up against his leg. Soundwave kept them both as companions from that point on.

Rumble and Frenzy tried to con him when they first met. Rumble was meant to be the distraction while Frenzy was trying to pickpocket him. Ravage sniffed him out and grabbed Frenzy’s arm with his mouth. Soundwave stopped Ravage from tearing the arm off while Soundwave grabbed the twins and lifted them high into the air. Soundwave was prepared to turn them over to the authorities. He had two mouths to feed. He didn’t need two mini-cons trying to steal from him. Soundwave’s anger dissipated when he noticed the way their optics flickered, and he realized that they were experiencing energon deficiency as well. Soundwave also remembered punishments were harsher against mini-cons. The discrimination against the mini-cons were stronger.

Soundwave decided not to turn them in; however, he had to force them to stay by his side as punishment and to keep them out of trouble. Soundwave did his best to keep all four of them fed, and it was difficult. Soundwave expected the twins to run when they had the chance. Pits, he actually played coy to let them run, but they continued to stay. They wanted to stay by his side. It was extra mouths to feed, but they kept him alert and they kept him alive.

The five of them helped each other survive in the worst of Cybertron.

==

Soundwave searched but found nothing.

He searched the cosmos for Megatron, trying to find any leads on Megatron. He had infiltrated both Autobot and Decepticon ships that he encountered for any leads, killing the Autobots aboard their vessels and stealing their basic supplies while sparing the Decepticons in order to build allies and maintain relationships.

The Decepticons he encountered willingly lent him their ship’s navigations in order to locate Megatron’s signal, but so far, the ranges that were provided yielded nothing. He thanked them in his own way by informing them that Cybertron was alive and provided them the map he had recorded for himself to get back home. He informed them of the dangers of an Autobot driven world, but what they decided to do was completely up to them. The Autobot’s navigation systems weren’t any better; he still had no leads regarding Megatron. Even so, he used the information from both Autobots and Decepticons to chart a map of this particular sector of space. Which places were safe to cross and which places were not.

Laserbeak had informed the Decepticon that he needed to rest, and Soundwave couldn’t help but agree. He landed on a barren asteroid, lying back against the dirt and sighing to himself. He expected Laserbeak to eject, but the mini-con chose to stay on his chassis of his own volition. Soundwave enjoyed the simple act of comfort, and powered down to regain his energy.

==

Soundwave heard the rumors of a gladiator making a name for himself throughout Kaon. An undefeatable champion that was not only strong with his combat, but wise with his words, which was considered a feat for many low caste workers. Many were cut off from a proper education in order to keep them locked in their caste position.

Still, Soundwave was intrigued at this gladiator, who had gone so far as to naming himself after one of the Thirteen Primes: Megatronus. Soundwave had witness both ends of the caste system, and his ultimate desire was to change it. However, he had no true leadership skills. He was someone who worked in the shadows and stayed away from the spotlight. Hiding and waiting was his specialty. If Soundwave wanted to change the system, he needed someone who could influence the sparks and minds of all Cybertronians.

Soundwave entered the Pits and signed up for the gladiator matches immediately. He used his skills to rig the match so that he would be fighting Megatronus, much to the dismay of the mini-cons. They advised and begged him not to fight Megatronus. They’ve seen his matches. He hasn’t lost a single one since he started. But Soundwave needed to know. He needed to know if Megatronus could help bring about the change he so desperately desired.

Soundwave stepped into the arena when he heard his name being called, sword and shield in servo, and was immediately met with boos and jeers from the crowd. None of the onlookers knew much about him, and a fresh face usually meant a fresh kill. That was made especially clear by the energon stains on the ground from the previous match. It was a massacre.

Soundwave then looked ahead when the announcer started to hype up Megatronus, getting the crowd excited for their champion. Soundwave watched as the gladiator stepped into the ring, and was met with an interesting sight to say the least. This gladiator was mostly silver, and his appearance wasn’t as intimidating as some of the other gladiators tried to make themselves. A shield resided on his left arm, showing signs of damage and use. He saw red marks around the gladiator’s joints, and his optics were a common blue. What made him so special?

The announcer declared that this would be a fight to the death, causing Soundwave to snap his helm towards the announcer in surprise. A fight to the death? This was supposed to be a fight to the first wound. Who rigged this system? Soundwave searched the crowd and glared through the mask, seeing mob bosses transferring credits to each other. Slag. He should have been more mindful.

Soundwave stared ahead to his opponent, who merely clenched his right servo into a fist, summoning a sword of his own. He got into a fighting stance, shield in front of him while sword behind him. Soundwave got into his own fighting stance, preparing himself to fight. He needed to live. He needed to live for them.

Fight! Both combatants raced towards each others, swords clashing upon impact. Soundwave did his best to plant his pedes into the ground as Megatronus pushed him back. He was strong, but he was putting too much force in the attack. Soundwave released his sword, letting it drop to the ground before bending backwards, causing Megatronus to lean forward. The gladiator was looking at Soundwave in surprise, but Soundwave curled his digits around the handle of his shield and smacked Megatronus in the face with it, sending him flying sideways across the arena. Everyone gawked at the sight while Soundwave straightened himself out, grabbing the sword that he dropped in the process. He wasn’t going to go down easily. Soundwave was also a skilled combatant, but he made sure to keep that hidden in order to have the element of surprise.

Soundwave saw Megatronus standing up, looking just as surprised as everyone else. The gladiator wiped some energon pouring from his mouth and examined it. And then, Soundwave saw it. Megatronus neutral expression so far, had turned to such a maniacal grin. Megatronus snatched his shield and raced forward towards Soundwave, but Soundwave dodged the swing of his sword at the last minute. Soundwave saw the sword swinging upright and quickly bent backwards, the edge of the blade just narrowly missing his mask. Soundwave swung his own sword downward, but Megatronus raised his shield above his helm to absorb the attack.

The announcer declared that they had a true match on their servos as the crowd became divided. Half of the members cheered for Megatronus while the other half cheered for Soundwave. As the cheering continued, Soundwave and Megatronus’ swords continued to clash. They twirled and danced with each other, locking blades and shields before releasing each other to gain some distance. Soundwave was lighter than Megatronus. He was able to jump into the air to gain a height advantage, but Megatronus was prepared for that, blocking and countering his attacks so easily. It was impressive.

But Soundwave wouldn’t be able to achieve his dream if this was a fight to the death. And Megatronus had no real connection to him. The gladiator wouldn’t throw the match for his own dreams. Neither Cybertronian wanted to die, but it was apparent with every swing, every punch, every kick, and every cut that neither would relent. Soundwave had to live. If not for his dream, then for the mini-cons he had sacrificed everything for. He wouldn’t let them go back into the dark.

Soundwave and Megatronus had forced each other to the other ends of the arena before charging at each other. Megatronus let out a battle cry, but Soundwave remained silent as the familiar sound of metal tearing through metal was apparent. Both had stopped in their tracks, arms and swords extended outward, both covered with energon. Soundwave could feel the searing hot pain in his side, but he remained standing. He wasn’t going to buckle, or waiver. The whole arena waited with silence. They wanted to know who would collapse first. Soundwave heard cries of shock and disbelief and looked behind him to see Megatronus bending the knee first. He had bested Megatronus, and caused the crowd to be in an uproar, but this fight was still a fight to the death. Those were the only options given to him, and he had to abandon his ideas for a better Cybertron to protect the mini-cons. Soundwave tried to limp over to Megatronus to deal the killing blow, but Soundwave found himself collapsing to the ground in response. Scrap. The wound was deeper than he anticipated. Soundwave held his side, trying to force himself upright. He heard the crowd cheering and careened his helm to see Megatronus standing up. The gladiator walked towards him with his blade still protruding from his arm. Soundwave saw Megatronus looking down at him, but he didn’t waiver. He would face his death right here and now. He just hoped the mini-cons would be able to survive without him.

However, Soundwave, and the crowd was taken aback when Megatronus discarded the shield and recalled his sword before extending his servo out to him. What was Megatronus doing? This was a fight to the death.

“This combatant is filled with great strength and pride! The mark of a warrior!” Megatronus addressed the crowd, “To have someone like him die here would be a waste of such strength! And I defy anyone who believes that he deserves to die!”

Megatron addressed Soundwave. “Can you stand?”

Soundwave forced himself upright, and took the servo that was offered to him. Soundwave wobbled and forced himself to stand, but Megatronus was kind enough to offer his own body for support. Both warriors were injured, leaking energon, but Megatronus raised his clenched servo high into the air, causing the crowd to cheer wildly.

“Raise your servo,” Megatronus advised in a whisper. Soundwave was confused at the idea, but decided to take his advice and raised his fist in the air, causing the crowd to act like madmen.

“We gave them a good enough show, and you’ve made a good impression,” Megatron explained, “Both of us will get to live, regardless of what the mob bosses say. Trust me on that.”

Soundwave nodded his helm in response.

“Let’s get you patched up.” Megatronus assisted Soundwave in walking out of the arena, “And if you’re willing, I wish to discuss possible arrangements.”

Soundwave looked up at him in surprise, and Megatronus smirked. “Over a match, of course.”

Soundwave couldn’t help but smile behind his mask. Perhaps there was hope for the future.

==

It’s been six months. Six months since Soundwave started his search for Megatron. The farther he flew out into the universe, the less Cybertronians he found. The less help he received. The less hope he had in finding Megatron.

By the Allspark, where would Megatron even go? He had nowhere to go. Was he really just abandoning the cause because of Unicron? Or something else? Megatron has dealt with Unicron before and he still remained the same. He still fought for the Decepticon cause…whatever that was now. But all that effort. All that sacrifice and energon spilt, it couldn’t have been for nothing, especially after going through the Pits together and back.

Soundwave found himself begging a little. He wanted to find Megatron. He wanted an explanation. If Megatron said he was tired, if Megatron was showing adverse effects of Unicron’s influence on him, he could accept that. Unicron was a powerful entity. Megatron would have been influenced by him.

Megatron wouldn’t abandon everything after all this time. Not of his own free will and volition. Not after all of that sacrifice.

==

Soundwave was devastated. Sparkbroken. He let rage consume him earlier, but now his processors were silent. He couldn’t think of anything else.

Peace talks had failed, and Megatron declared war against the Autobots, against Optimus. Megatron apologized to Soundwave for not properly considering the consequences of bringing someone from a higher cast into the fold, but it was too late now. The war raged on, it consumed the planet. Both Autobots and Decepticons were killed.

And so were Rumble, Frenzy, and Ravage.

Soundwave had heard Ravage scream out in pain before the comm. links were cut. He ignored protocol and raced out towards the battlefield to get to them. But it was too late. His mini-cons were dead, Laserbeak only being spared because he wasn’t assigned to this mission. And the Autobots there celebrated their deaths. They had taken out the minions of Soundwave, they had said. Well, Soundwave didn’t have much to say. He never did. He let his actions do the talking, and he slaughtered all the Autobots in the vicinity. He ignored their screams of pain and pleas for mercy. They didn’t deserve any of that.

The Decepticons had only arrived moments after the carnage, stunned to see the damage the quiet and reserved spymaster had caused. Everyone except for Megatron. The Decepticon leader approached his third in command who was on the ground, gently holding Ravage’s corpse in his servos.

“Soundwave-!”

“The Autobots need to burn,” Soundwave used his audio recordings to declare, “The whole system needs to burn. They did this. No more negotiations. No more peace talks. They will not change.”

Megatron placed a clawed servo on his shoulder. “We will conquer Cybertron and kill the Autobots, and bring about a new age.”

Soundwave didn’t say anything regarding his declaration.

“Take time to grieve,” Megatron ordered him, causing Soundwave to snap his helm towards him, “I never liked mini-cons. You know that well about me, but I know how much they meant to you. And they had contributed greatly and fought valiantly. We will give them proper burial rites.”

Soundwave nodded his helm at that, grateful that his master was being considerate and showing mercy.

==

Soundwave searched for a year for Megatron’s location, slowly giving up hope that he would ever find Megatron at all. The thought of Megatron giving up, and not wanting to be found ached him. It made him angry and desperate. After everything that they had been through, Megatron couldn’t have abandoned the cause like this. Abandoned him like this. Soundwave needed the fight to continue and they needed to be victorious so their efforts wouldn’t be in vain. That was when Soundwave came across something.

It was a ship that crash landed on a moon a while ago. It looked like it was still operational to a degree, and wasn’t claimed by the harsh and cold environment of space. Soundwave landed on the ground and stepped inside the ship to investigate. He walked down the quiet halls, keeping watch for any signs of life. He didn’t want to deploy Laserbeak in an unknown environment just yet.

Soundwave found an open door leading directly to a console and saw that it was operational. Soundwave instantly used his tendrils and attached them to the keyboard, downloading information into his databanks. Soundwave saw that the weapons systems were still maintained and operational and quickly disabled them. Instinct kicked in as Soundwave turned around and smacked the Autobot that was trying to ambush him, sending him flying across the room and slamming into the wall. Another Cybertronian appeared from the shadows and tried to attack, but he wrapped his servo around his neck cables and lifted him high into the air.

“Let go! Let go!” The second Cybertronian screamed at him. Soundwave ignored him as he continued searching through the ships logs. The spacebridge they somehow managed to construct had been used over eleven months ago. Soundwave searched the video feed to see what it was used for, and froze when he saw video of Megatron stepping onto the ship. He never expected his leader’s form to be so different because of Unicron’s influence and control, but the optics. The optics were the same! It was him!

Soundwave quickly pulled up the last set of coordinates used on the spacebridge and opened the portal to that location. Looking closely at the map of the planet, it looked like Megatron was sent to an island. That might make the search easier for him. The spy master slammed the Autobot into the floor of the ship before overheating the energon tanks of the ship through the console. Soundwave bolted through the unstable spacebridge before landing in a grassy field on this new world. He felt the heat of the explosion of the ship on his back, but the spacebridge collapsed in on itself before it could do any real damage to him. Soundwave then took a moment to examine his surroundings, noting how similar it was to the scenery on Earth. He then ignored the sight before widening his search radius for Megatron. He nearly gasped when he finally, finally, managed to pick up Megatron’s signal. He was here! He was here on the island! He was alive!

Soundwave immediately transformed and flew towards Megatron’s location, feeling more excited and elated than ever.

==

Soundwave felt like he should have said something when Megatron’s obsession with dark energon grew. The way that the substance seemed to have called Megatron to him, and the fact that Megatron carelessly stabbed the shard into his chest with no consideration for the consequences or even his own life. He still made the decision to trust Megatron’s decision and not question his actions, even though he could help but agree with Starscream and some of the other sentiments whispered among the vehicons.

But still, Megatron had changed. Sure, change was bound to happen when engaging in war, but Megatron changed for the worse once dark energon got involved. He was obsessive, more controlling, more violent at times.

But Soundwave decided to trust Megatron. He decided to trust his judgment as he had always done, because Soundwave believe that he wouldn’t abandon them or turn his back on them.

==

Soundwave flew over a set of large walls when he saw Megatron’s signal getting closer. He was about to land and greet him directly, but stopped when he realized that there was another signal that was next to him. Soundwave landed a safe distance away and hid within the trees to get a closer look without being seen. He peered through the gaps, and saw Megatron standing there, looking so different, looking annoyed, but alive. After a year, Soundwave had finally found him. Soundwave grew tempted to approach once more but froze when he saw…

Optimus.

Optimus Prime was there. He had approached Megatron and the two were talking. They weren’t being hostile with one another. They were on speaking term. What? What was this?! Why was Optimus alive and in his previous form?! Why was Megatron getting along with him?! Soundwave heard loud footsteps and gawked behind his mask, at the sight of some organic titan that was big. Taller than all three of them, and it had no lips, revealing its teeth. Soundwave looked at his surroundings further and saw humans on the ground, staring up at all three of them, but they weren’t bothered by the sight. They weren’t afraid of Megatron. One of them was even throwing insults Megatron’s way which Optimus scolded them for.

Megatron was alive…working with Optimus…working with humans….working with…whatever that massive thing was! Megatron had let them, left him! He had abandoned the Decepticon cause for Optimus and lowly humans! He couldn’t believe it! Megatron had betrayed them! Megatron-!

Laserbeak tried to calm Soundwave down and reason with him, but the spymaster could only see red as he lunged forward.

==

Sasha was bored today. She shouldn’t have been. Hanji declared that they were all going try some new battle plans when going up against Marley. It’s why they were all equipped in their 3D gear and why Eren was in his titan form. Still, Megatron was kind of throwing a fit about it as they were discussing battle plans.

The teen yawned, resting her chin on her hands, waiting for something to happen, when she picked up on something. It happened so quickly that she couldn’t properly register it, but it was like a predator, waiting in the shadows to strike unsuspecting prey. It was filled with rage and murderous intent, and it was heading for Megatron.

“DUCK!” Sasha screamed, causing everyone to be on high alert, but a purple object rammed directly into Megatron’s gut sending him flying across the field. Megatron rolled across the dirt as the purple object flew up into the air and transformed into another titan. It landed on the ground with grace, and everyone took notice of its strange features. It was skinny and nimble, coated completely in purple, but the titan had no face. Its face was just a black mirror.

Eren looked over at Optimus to see shock in the Prime’s optics. Eren then snapped his head forward to see of Megatron was alright, but he looked just as shaken as Optimus at the sight of this new titan. Megatron’s mouth moved and uttered a single name.

“Soundwave.”

Soundwave bolted towards Megatron, forcing the ex-con to flip backwards and dodge a strike clearly meant for Megatron’s head. The strike hit the ground instead, and the Survey Corps was stunned to see the new titan create a crater. Soundwave rushed him, forcing Megatron to take out his shield and block a flurry of attacks, each one meant to be more lethal than the last, causing more damage to his own shield. Everyone was stunned to see Megatron struggling and getting overwhelmed, but he didn’t go on the offensive at all.

“Damn it! Attack!” Hanji ordered as they flew towards the fight.

“Are you serious-!”

“Just do it!” Hanji screamed at Connie.

Levi followed close behind, prompting the rest of the Scouts to follow.

“Wait, wait! Soundwave might still have Laserbeak!” Optimus snapped out of his shock and called for them.

“Who?!” Jean snapped his head back towards the Prime. Mikasa snapped her head to Soundwave, and the spy master took notice of them closing in. Soundwave drop kicked Megatron to create room for himself and extended his arms outward. Everyone was shocked to see his chest move and drop off of his body. His chest then transformed into that of a strange bird who flew directly towards them. With its sharp wings, it managed to cut the cords of both Connie and Armin’s 3D gear, causing them to drop to the ground. It then flew back around and started firing red bullets at the Scouts, forcing them to scatter. Jean gasped in horror when Floch was hit by one of those bullets, causing his body to be incinerated in one shot.

“Fall back! Fall back!” Hanji ordered as they all scrambled to get away and make some room for themselves.

"Eren, stay back! Do not engage!" Optimus ordered as he activated his battle mask and charged at the faceless titan who went back to attacking Megatron. The titan shifter was still baffled at the sight of Megatron refusing to attack Soundwave, ordering him to stand down and talk this out. Eren turned to his friends in his titan form, and saw they were preoccupied with the strange bird that detached itself from Soundwave's chest. They kept on dodging the flying creature in a panic, not really sure how to approach this thing or even respond.

He didn't know what was going on. He was so confused and afraid. Why did Megatron seem afraid of him? Eren examined Soundwave's movements. He was fast and agile, dodging attacks from Optimus like it was nothing while striking Megatron with all that he had. And despite that small, nimble, frame, he was actually causing some push back against the massive titan.

Eren gasped when Soundwave managed to grab Optimus' arm and throw him over his shoulder towards Megatron. The two crashed into each other before slamming into multiple trees. Eren had no choice. He knows listening to Optimus' advice was probably the best way to go, but he had to engage. They were in danger. Eren charged at threw a punch at Soundwave's back, but gasped when Soundwave dodged the attack without even looking behind him.

Eren looked at the faceless titan, and despite everything. Despite the size advantage, despite the fact that Soundwave had no face, the titan looked furious. He saw his own reflection mirrored on the screen, but he could've sworn he saw eyes glaring at him. And he could feel the murderous intent radiating off of this thing!

Soundwave raised his slender arm and slammed it down on the back of Eren's neck. Eren felt his senses shut down and he almost passed out from the hit. It actually broke his connection to his titan body for a brief moment. Eren slammed face first into the ground and groaned, feeling his human body reconnecting with his titan body. Eren gasped when he noticed out of the corner of his eye Soundwave reaching for the nape of his neck once again. Eren quickly rolled out of the way as Soundwave's fist hit the ground hard.

“We need to tag team and coordinate a single shot!” Hanji ordered.

“How?!” Jean demanded, “Oh fuck!” The bird had its own set of long tendrils that grabbed Jean midflight and tossed him into a building. He crashed through the window and hit the floor hard.

“Mikasa, with me!” Levi ordered the other Ackerman, “Hanji!”

“Hey pretty bird!” Hanji called out to the purple bird, waving around frantically and drawing as much attention to themselves as possible, “Look at me! Come and get me!”

Laserbeak’s attention was now on Hanji as he tried to chase them down. He then noticed Sasha grabbing a thunderspear and firing it at him, but he quickly flew upward, dodging the attack and letting the explosion go off. However, Laserbeak felt two hooks latch onto him and looked up to see Levi and Mikasa flying down towards him with two thunderspears. Laserbeak couldn’t help but notice the blue in their eyes mirroring that of energon before the thunderspears were wedged into his wings. They flew past him, and pulled the pins off the spears, causing them to go off. Laserbeak screeched in pain while Mikasa got caught up in the explosion.

“Mikasa!” Levi saw Mikasa hit the ground hard, dislocating her shoulder and arm in the process. Levi flew over to her, ignoring Laserbeak spiraling out of control and crashing into the ground.

Eren scrambled to stand upright and charged again, but yelled when a long, glowing, snake-like appendage emerged from the side of Soundwave’s body and wrapped around his arm!

"What the hell?!" Eren screamed in the nape, but Soundwave seized Eren's moment of weakness and used his appendage to crush and rip off Eren's lower arm.

Eren forced himself to regenerate quickly, thankful for the recent injection of the energon serum, but Soundwave was unrelenting. Another appendage emerged from the other side of his body before jamming into his ribcage. Eren screamed when Soundwave started electrocuting him from the inside out. Eren couldn't retain his proper bodily functions as Soundwave pulled out the appendage in his side. The titan shifter noticed small tendrils at the end buzzing with electricity at the tips. Eren tried to smack him in the head, but the faceless titan ducked before digging his hand into the open wound in Eren's ribcage. Eren was stunned to find his wound didn't even regenerate, but ignored it as he tried to kick Soundwave away. However, Soundwave's appendage quickly wrapped around his leg and began crushing it.

Eren screamed out in pain as he felt the crushed leg get torn off. Eren then felt something heavy get ripped out of his chest, and he was horrified to see that it was the beating heart of his titan form.

Soundwave didn't crush it though. He merely tossed it aside before wrapping both appendages around Eren's waist. Eren yelled in fear as Soundwave swung him around with his whole body before throwing him across the grass. Eren's body skidded to a stopped, destroying the foliage and whatever else was underneath him. Eren tried to regenerate, but...he couldn't. Why couldn't he regenerate? What was he even hit with?

Eren's gaze forced himself to see Soundwave approaching him. He didn't understand. Who was this...this thing? Soundwave's appendage reached for his neck and wrapped around it, ready to crush it, and him, but Megatron quickly rushed Soundwave and slammed him in the face with his shield. Eren was shocked at the sight of the screen shattering on impact as the appendage let him go.

Soundwave rolled across the ground rather violently as pieces of his mask scattered across the grass. Eren tried to force himself onto his arms, but his body felt so weak. He could only adjust his head to see Soundwave scrambling to get up. Those long fingers of his right hand were pressed upwards against his broken mask, trying so desperately to hold it in place and keep it intact. But broken glass still fell to the ground, and Eren managed to catch a lone red optic staring in horror at Megatron. It looked so betrayed at Megatron's single act, but why?

"Soundwave! I am ordering you to stand down!" Megatron commanded.

"Traitor!" Eren couldn't tell if that was Soundwave's voice. It sounded like someone else was speaking, but even then, the voice that came out was broken and distorted.

"The war is over and we lost!" Megatron yelled, "There is no need for this senseless fighting! Now stay down!"

"No."

Eren managed to blink at that. That sounded real. That sounded like a monster. It sounded like the voice of a monster that would hide in the closest or under the bed. It was the stuff of nightmares. The lone red eye that stared in horror now burned with rage towards Megatron. Megatron seemed to think Soundwave was something that came from nightmares too, since he looked horrified at the sight of Soundwave speaking.

"Megatron: No longer my master."

Before Eren could think, Optimus had shielded his body as Soundwave used his appendage to fire red bullets at everyone in sight. In all the chaos and confusion, Eren saw Soundwave grabbing the bird that was on his chest before transforming and flying off to who knows where.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Hanji screamed at Megatron as they landed on the ground, "Go after him!"

The Commander ended up pausing when they noticed just how horrified both Optimus and Megatron looked at the figure that was flying off. They had managed to catch Megatron's lips moving, mumbling something about 'breaking a vow'. What the hell did he even mean by that? Hanji nearly scowled at Megatron’s catatonic state before turning to Sasha. “Go get Jean!”

“Got it!” Sasha flew up towards the window that Jean had crashed through and pulled him out before flying over to them and setting him down on his back.

Optimus quickly cut Eren out of his titan body and laid him down on the ground. “Are you okay?”

“God, I feel sick,” Eren groaned in pain.

“Eren!” Armin ran over to his friend to see if he was alright. Connie could only limp over, feeling that he had a bruise on his leg.

“Optimus…who was that?” Sasha asked, still shaken by the experience as Levi helped Mikasa over to everyone else.

Optimus deactivated his mask as he stood up. “Soundwave: Megatron’s third-in-command during the war, and his minicon companion: Laserbeak.”

“The what?” Hanji demanded.

��That was one of your soldiers?!” Levi shouted at Megatron, but stopped his shouting when he noticed how shaken he still looked.

“Soundwave is a very skilled, very powerful combatant,” Optimus continued explaining, “He was once a gladiator like Megatron, and a fiercely loyal ally. He was Megatron’s eyes and ears during the war, listening for Autobot intelligence and for Decepticon traitors.”

"…He was the only one I trusted as Leader of the Decepticons," Megatron finally spoke up, "We fought together in the Pits of Kaon. He was the only one who had ever come close to besting me in combat. He took a vow of silence long before I met him, and had not spoken a word during the war.”

Megatron turned his attention to the humans on the ground. “He just broke his vow today."

The Survey Corps couldn’t help but be shaken at Megatron’s declaration. They turned his attention to Optimus, who’s expression looked just as grim as his former enemy.

"...oh fuck," Levi swore.

==

Soundwave didn’t know how long he was flying, but he ended up landed in the desert out of exhaustion. He still held Laserbeak close to his chassis and was mortified at the damage those humans managed to do. They had damaged his wings, and the poor mini-con was croaking in pain!

Soundwave’s feelings of mortification quickly turned into rage when he saw more pieces of his mask falling and hitting Laserbeak. Megatron. Megatron! Megatron you liar! You traitor! All those years spent on his war! All of those eons promising change! Going against the council! Going against Optimus! Everything! He just abandoned it all! All the loss! His mini-cons! Dreadwing! Anyone that was still loyal to him! He just casted them all aside! He abandoned them for weak organics and a Prime!

Soundwave let out a scream of rage and fury, causing the birds in the area to fly away in a panic. No more. No more waiting in the shadows! No more serving under anyone else! If Soundwave was going to enact the change that he desired, he would do it with his own two servos!

(A few notes:

-The Chaos Timeline does take place a year before the Azumabito Clan show up. -Yes, this is more Soundwave centric and the AOT cast don't show up until the end, but I gotta build background and character motivation since we don't have much on Soundwave in the actual show. -Speaking of, I had to dip within the aligned continuity in order to build a story for Soundwave. His motivation, his loyalty, his mini-cons, why he went batshit on Megatron. -Yes, I brought in the other mini-cons and yes I decided to have them killed. We never see them in the TFP show so I assumed they died in the war. -Soundwave really just came in, rocked everyone's shit and left.)

[kiriiqt]

hey I loved ur father figure zhongli writing, your characterisation and writing is just so good.

could you write another father figure zhongli thing? perhaps the reader is in somewhat of a reckless phase where they’re getting hurt all the time and zhongli worries for them

reckless

- in which your recent reckless behavior has begun to worry zhongli

characters: zhongli & reader (platonic) a/n: thank you so much! this one is shorter than usual, sorry. still not super confident in my ability to write Zhongli, much less as a platonic figure, so I hope it's to your liking. warnings: talks of possible s*lfharm (it doesn't happen, zhongli is just speculating). mentions of injuries, but nothing graphic.

Zhongli saw himself as many things, but a ‘worrywart’, as Madame Ping liked to call many mortals, was not one of them. He had been around for what felt like eons, and carried the wisdom to show for it - he believed that most things happen for a reason, and was therefore not one to give in to unreasonable panic. He was sure that this worldview was one of the many reasons you found his presence comfortable; while he could be stern when he needed to, most of your shenanigans were met with, at worst, a sigh and a remark about being more careful. Though, this didn’t mean that he approved of all of your actions. Especially not the ones that led you to visit Baizhu at the end of the day.

Said doctor had pulled him aside after cleaning another set of wounds you got - normally you’d do it yourself, but these were worse than your average trip to a hilichurl camp, hence the afternoon trip to Bubu Pharmacy. “And what do I owe you this time?” The man lightly shook his head with a smile; “Ah, don’t concern yourself with the payment. Consider this a favor, as per usual…” Zhongli gave a curt nod, muttering a small ‘thank you’.

“...Though, I’d suggest keeping an eye on them for a while. Scabs, scratches, minor injuries and such - they’re of course normal for someone their age, especially when a preferred hobby of theirs is scaling mountains and roughing up hilichurls-” Baizhu was briefly interrupted by a scoff coming from the snake around his shoulders “-but this is a bit excessive, if I do say so myself…” Zhongli let out a hum in agreement. You had been acting rather reckless lately, uncharacteristically so, and he was worried. Deep in thought, he glanced towards you, sitting on the daybed next to Qiqi and swinging your legs back and forth. Potential reasons filled his mind, and his brows furrowed slightly at the notion that there could be something more sinister going on. He never tried to hover, your comfort and privacy were always a priority of his, but he couldn’t ignore this much longer. Baizhu picked up on his worried look, and immediately loosened up, waving off his unspoken concerns.

“Oh no, I’m not implying anything - as I said, it’s quite normal. But do keep an eye on them - keep them out of trouble for a while, at least until these wounds are healed. If you have any other concerns, feel free to pay me a visit” His smile shifted to a more genuine one, a rare sight, and he gently pat Zhongli on the shoulder before turning towards you again, raising his voice.

“Now you, young one, be a bit more careful out there, alright?” 

You smiled sheepishly and nodded. Zhongli helped you stand up, and the two of you bid Baizhu and Qiqi goodbye as you left the pharmacy. 

The walk home was longer than usual, with Zhongli almost carrying you and ignoring all your attempts at protesting. He sat you down on the couch, helped you pull off your jacket and shoes and you relaxed into the couch with a sigh. He scanned over you, before leaving to presumably make some tea. 

The gash on your stomach still hurt, too much to sit up by yourself. Walking was hard, and you definitely weren’t leaving the harbor anytime soon, but Baizhu said that no organs were pierced. You got lucky, again. Zhongli didn’t really seem to care though, if the scowl on his face was anything to go by.

“Thank you” You muttered, accepting the cup of tea he handed you, after helping you sit up. A silence filled the room afterwards, as you both sipped your tea, watching the sky outside grow dark. You glanced over at him, and found his eyes still trained on the table in front of you.

“I’m fine, Baizhu said-”

“I know”

You went quiet, and he let out an exasperated sigh. The teacup was put back down on the table, and his hands made their way to his temples, rubbing them. They fell into his lap, and he folded them, leaning over to rest his elbows against his knees.

“Dear, is there something going on?”

You looked at him again, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“These… injuries have been getting increasingly more frequent, so it makes me wonder… are they happening for a specific reason?”

You gave him an incredulous look, but the genuine worry that crossed his face when he glanced at you made you bite back any funny remarks you could think of. 

“...No, there’s nothing going on. I just… get caught up in whatever I’m doing.”

Zhongli sent you a pointed look.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

He looked away with another shaky exhale.

“...You ought to remember that you’re only mortal. You can’t be as reckless as Xiao, or the traveler, and certainly not that Harbinger-”

“Are you insinuating that I’m as careless as Childe?”

“With how you’ve been acting recently, yes. On a smaller scale, but yes.”

You glanced out the window, and another silence enveloped the two of you.

“...I’m sorry.”

To your surprise, a chuckle came from the man in front of you, though you weren’t sure if it was caused by you or his own feelings. Regardless, he seemed to loosen up, shoulders finally slumping down.

“It’s alright. My worries got the best of me.”

You shook your head.

“Well, if this is your worries getting the ‘best’ of you, then you’re already doing a thousand times better than most people - have you seen Xinqiu’s parents?”

Zhongli shook his head with a smile as the tense mood began to dissipate.

“The guy can barely enter the vicinity of his own home before he gets interrogated! If I had a mora for every time Chongyun and I had to help him sneak out his window-” You stopped yourself, considering your next words carefully. Zhongli glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, a somewhat amused expression on his face.

“...Do continue.”

“...I didn’t say anything. Is your hearing eroding now?”

A wheeze left him as he tried to contain his laughter, muttering something about watching your words, but his voice held no malice at all; on the contrary, he was smiling into his teacup.

“...Alright, we’ll pretend I didn't hear that - for now.”

“Hear what? I’m getting a bit worried here…” Your feigned concern earned you a stern look, but not enough to wipe the smug expression off your face.

“You should be more concerned about yourself, dear”

“I told you, I’m fine-”

“I know, and I believe you. But, if anything does occur, talk to me. There are many things that can be solved by simple means, but if pushed off, they can escalate quickly…” He trailed off for a moment, taking another sip of tea.

“What I mean to express is, if anything - or anyone, for that matter - is bothering you, come talk to me. I am aware that most of you…erm, ‘youngsters’ prefer to keep to yourselves, but there are occasions where…” He was interrupted by the laugh you let out at his choice of words, surely influenced by Madame Ping, as she often referred to you and your friends like that. Zhongli frowned again.

“I am being completely serious here”

“Sorry, I know, but you really don’t need to worry. If I need help, I’ll tell you. Or Xiao will. Again.” 

Zhongli suppressed the urge to roll his eyes; “Xiao is just looking out for you, which has been increasingly necessary as of late…”

You shot a look at him, silently pleading him to let it go, and thankfully he seemed to understand.

“...But alright, I will trust you on this. Just keep yourself safe, that is all I ask.”

You nodded.

“Dear, please look at me.” You did, with a soft roll of your eyes, but your demeanor softened once more at the concern displayed on his face.

“Can you promise me that?”

“Well, I can promise to try”

He was quiet for a moment, before smiling softly.

“That’s good enough for me.”

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

An Ineffable Meeting

This is my first time writing for Dream of the Endless, but I thought it turned out okay. This takes place after season one’s events, and is a crossover between The Sandman and Good Omens. As always characters are not mine, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Description: Morpheus and Y/N, who happens to be Anthony J. Crowley’s sibling, have been dating for a while. Morpheus thinks it’s time for him to meet Crowley, but Y/N is all too aware of how their brother can be

Warnings: suggestive at the end, otherwise none (but if you catch something that I missed please let me know!)

Morpheus had witnessed countless beings and entities in both the Dreaming and the mortal realm. Some divine and others horrific, the many faces that the Lord of Dreams viewed seemed to blur after a century or two. However, he never expected that a demon would stand out the most to him.

After being ushered out of the Dreaming by Lucienne, Morpheus found himself seated on a park bench feeding the pigeons. Lucienne claimed that he had become overly stressed the past week, but Morpheus did not see the need for relaxation. A century of imprisonment created a void of pressing matters that could not possibly be ignored. Still, he found some enjoyment from the soot colored avians pecking away at his feet.

“You do know that pigeons prefer sourdough over a baguette, right?”

Morpheus looked to his left, annoyance etched on his face from being disturbed. His displeasure was replaced by curiosity as he took in the person before him. They appeared to be human, at least in the physical sense, but Morpheus was not naive. He could pick out a demon without a second glance, but for once in the several eons of his existence he did not feel the normal disgust that came with meeting members of Hell.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I know these creatures on a very personal level, and they are incredibly picky about their bread.” The demon smiled at Morpheus as they pushed their aviator sunglasses up, the dark lenses preventing him from seeing their eyes. “The name’s Y/N, by the way.”

Morpheus observed the snake tattoo under Y/N’s right ear, the symbol oddly familiar to him, before rolling his eyes and focusing his attention on the birds once more. “It appears that they like this bread well enough.”

“You are rotten at introductions, Mr. Dark and Brooding.”

Morpheus was taken aback by the unexpected nickname. Did this demon who called themselves Y/N truly not comprehend that they were standing before one of the Endless? Y/N tilted their head as they smirked. “Do I know you from someplace? Where exactly have I seen you before?” They tapped their chin in contemplation before snapping their fingers triumphantly. “Twilight! That has to be it!”

“Perhaps you will recall my visit to Hell. Your sovereign, Lucifer Morningstar, called upon every demon to stand before me so I could find my stolen helm. You would have been among those numbers,” Morpheus stated coolly. “I am Morpheus, King of Dreams and ruler of the Nightmare Realm”

“Funny story that,” Y/N admitted with a nervous chuckle as they rubbed the back of their neck, “I may have skipped that call to go to a book signing. Hastur was pissed at me for weeks, but that uptight asshole got over it eventually. On the bright side, guess I can ditch these now, huh?” Y/N removed their sunglasses, and their serpentine eyes met the lighter ones of the dream lord. The realization hit Morpheus as he straightened his back against the bench. “You're a Crawley? The same to have infiltrated the Garden of Eden and tempt humanity. ”

“That was my brother, Anthony J. Crawley, but we go by Crowley now. We found it to be a better fit for us both.”

The chimes from the nearby clock tower located at the center of the park made Y/N jump. “Oh shit, I’m late! We will have to finish this conversation another time, Dream Lord.” The demon rushed off before Morpheus could even offer to take them where they wished to go.

***

That encounter had taken place half a year ago, and since then Morpheus and Y/N Crowley had formed a close bond. It had taken some time, for Morpheus was hesitant when it came to relationships. He was not new to partnerships, far from it in fact, but this relationship was not one that he wanted to lose. This was the reason that Morpheus had summoned Y/N to his throne room.

“Did you really miss me that much, darling,” Y/N quipped as they strutted across the marble floor that stretched in front of Morpheus’ throne. “You are lucky that I finished my demonic business this morning.”

Morpheus rose from his throne to meet the demon halfway, his coat floating gently with his movements. The corner of his lip raised slightly as he stood before Y/N. “Do you find gluing a penny to the sidewalk to be demonic work?”

“It’s the oldest trick in the book, and it has fooled many humans! There are countless times that-”

Morpheus silenced Y/N’s rant as he placed his lips against theirs. Y/N smiled through the kiss as they raised their hand to feel the soft ends of Morpheus’ dark hair. The two parted as Morpheus moved his hand to cradle Y/N’s cheek, his thumb caressing the skin there. His eyes glittered with adoration for his lover, but Y/N had learned every slight detail of his facial expressions. There was more to this look.

“Why are you acting so lovey dovey? I can tell by that look in your eyes that there has to be another reason for calling me here, Dream King.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as they tried to deduce what Morpheus could possibly be up to, and the demon caught on to his plan. Y/N shook their head in disagreement as their slitted eyes averted to the floor. “No, no! Absolutely not! We can’t do this now, Morpheus.”

Y/N only ever used Morpheus’ name when they were serious, but he pursued the idea nonetheless. “If not now, then when? We cannot delay this any longer, my love. By now Crowley is more than aware of our relationship, and he will be expecting to meet the one who is with his sibling.”

Y/N could not meet the icy blue eyes that pleaded with them to give in. The demon always crumbled if they looked into his eyes. “I-I just don’t know how he will react. You are one of the Endless, the greatest beings on this or any plane of existence, and to bring someone so powerful around my brother…he may feel threatened.”

“Then I will reassure him that I am capable of loving you despite my reputation and my position. Please, Y/N, arrange a meeting with Crowley.”

Morpheus rested his forehead against Y/N’s, and he felt their shoulders relax. “Fine, but only if you are on your best behavior.”

Morpheus smiled, a rare occurrence that seemed to happen more frequently when he was with Y/N, and he placed a quick but sweet kiss on the end of the demon’s nose. “Only the best for you, my little serpent.”

***

Morpheus and Y/N walked arm in arm down the London street, which was surprisingly empty despite the warm rays of the sun shining down upon them. Y/N was wearing their classic aviators just in case a human happened to pass by, but even the dark lenses did not stop them from taking in Morpheus. How was it possible that this gorgeous being was with a low level demon like them? With that spiky hair that was soft to the touch and eyes that reflected the afternoon light, even the small wrinkles that formed around his eyes as a gentle grin rested on his face. He could be with anyone in existence. Yet, here he was, fully devoted to them and only them. Y/N squeezed Morpheus’ arm as they pressed closer to him, their own smile forming despite the nerves bubbling in their stomach. “We are almost there. Are you sure that you want to do this? We can turn back if you want.” Y/N tried to plant their feet in the ground and move back the way they came, but Morpheus held them close.

“Yes, I want to do this. There is nothing to fear, and everything will be well.” Morpheus intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s as they strolled the final length to their destination. The sign above the corner shop read, A.Z. Fell and Co., and the door was answered by a curly haired blonde before the couple even had the chance to knock.

“Oh Y/N, it is such a pleasure to see you again! It is also a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Morpheus, or Lord Morpheus if you would prefer? Of course I can use any term that you would like…” The man who opened the door continued to ramble as he fiddled with his tie.

“Please,” Morpheus stated, “Morpheus will suffice, I assure you.”

“Brilliant! Oh, I do apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Aziraphale, and I own this little shop. Please, do come inside. Your brother is waiting in the parlor.” Aziraphale stepped aside to let the couple in before rushing off to the kitchen. Y/N escorted Morpheus through the thin path that weaved between stacks and shelves of books, many of which were covered in dust. The two entered the parlor, and Y/N braced themselves for what was to come next.

“Hello, brother dear! Hope you and Aziraphale left plenty of dessert for us. Your sweet tooth has stolen many delicious treats from me,” Y/N spoke as they hugged Crowley.

“Angel is the one with the sweet tooth, little Sis, not me. I did manage to save you some this time, though.” Crowley wrapped his arms around Y/N briefly before turning towards Morpheus. Crowley reluctantly offered his hand, a glare evident despite the sunglasses he wore. “Morpheus, I presume?”

Morpheus clasped the hand that was presented to him. “You are correct, Mr. Crowley.”

“Don’t call me, “Mr. Crowley”, it sounds like that bloody Ozzy Osbourne song. Crowley is fine.”

“As you wish, Crowley.”

Crowley moved back to his previous spot while Y/N and Morpheus sat on the couch opposite of the one he was on. Y/N removed their sunglasses and placed them on the table. “You can take yours off too, brother. I promise you that Morpheus is not one to judge.” Crowley took off his sunglasses with an audible groan, clearly wishing to keep them on. “That’s surprising considering he is one of the Endless.”

“Hold your tongue,” Morpheus growled. If looks could kill, Crowley would have been disincorporated instantly. Y/N began to fiddle with their hands, a clear sign that they were uncomfortable with the conflict, and upon noticing their movements, Morpheus moved his hand to encompass their own. “What I meant to say was that my siblings and myself have been portrayed as heartless beings who do not care for others. This is nothing but a rumor, and I have been looking forward to meeting you, Crowley.”

Y/N was put at ease by the new reply, but Crowley was still very tense. “I’ll go see where Azi is with those desserts,” Y/N mumbled quickly as they clamored into the kitchen. Surely, Aziraphale would be able to help their brother relax. In the meantime, this left Morpheus and Crowley alone in the parlor.

“Your sibling means a great deal to me. My life remained stagnant before they arrived, and now I could not see my future without them. The Dreaming prospers more than ever, and I believe it is due to them being by my side.” Morpheus meant every word he said, but Crowley wasn’t buying it.

“I’ve heard all this before. “ ‘Y/N is my world’ this, and ‘I would never hurt Y/N’ that. Well, they did hurt her. You will be the same.” Crowley sat with his arms crossed as Morpheus began to feel agitated.

“Why do you assume that I would dare to hurt Y/N? They have told me about the past and the lovers who have harmed them, and I am showing them the love they deserve and should have received long ago.”

“I assume these things because you are one of the Endless!” Crowley was standing now, his face matching the fiery color of his hair. “Beings like you take what they please and then throw it out just as quick! That will not happen to Y/N. Not on my watch.”

Morpheus pushed himself up and stepped towards Crowley. Even though the Dream Lord towered over Crowley, the demon did not budge. Y/N and Aziraphale entered with the desserts. “Look! Aziraphale ordered those mini pies that I adore,” Y/N said giddily. The chipper sound of their voice caused both Crowley and Morpheus to snap their heads towards them.

“Oh, I told Angel that you would enjoy having some of those,” Crowley replied with a shrug as he backed away from Morpheus. Aziraphale escorted Crowley to sit, his soft expression counter to the grimace that Crowley still wore. Morpheus was still standing as Y/N passed him a mini pie. “You must try this, my darling. These are absolutely to die for!”

Morpheus felt a wave of calm at the melodic sound of his lover’s voice, and he took the pastry with a smile. “Thank you, but I have no doubt that this human dessert does not compare to the sweetness you show me every waking hour.”

Y/N blushed as they scurried over to sit on the sofa again. Aziraphale could not contain his joy as he looked between Morpheus and Y/N. Crowley on the other hand was making no attempts to hide the rage he felt towards Morpheus, the unspoken actions of their broken up disagreement on the verge of exploding from him. Morpheus sent back a displeased glare of his own.

“Did I miss something?” Y/N asked.

“Other than Morpheus proving my point, no,” Crowley sneered as he reached for his own mini pie. Aziraphale swatted his hand, causing him to gape at his normally peaceful boyfriend. “What was that for?!”

“You know what it was for, Crowley,” Aziraphale commented sternly. “Morpheus is our guest, and it is obvious that Y/N is smitten with him, so please behave yourself, dear.”

The sip of champagne that Y/N had attempted to take almost ended up all over their brother sitting across from them. “Azi, you are too kind.”

Y/N shot a look at Crowley, catching him and Morpheus competing for dominance in a staring contest. That was the last straw. “Would you two knock it off! This is precisely why I didn’t want to bring Morpheus here in the first place!”

“How do you know you can trust him? I will not let you be hurt again, especially by an eternal being with a stick up his ass!”

“Morpheus, we are leaving.” Y/N angrily put on their sunglasses, hiding the tears of frustration that threatened to fall from their golden eyes. Crowley knew that he upset his sibling, and that familiar twinge of guilt took over. “Y/N, please, I didn’t mean it-,”

“Crowley, if I may,” Morpheus interjected. “I understand your apprehension about me. In the past I was unkind to many beings and closed myself off from the world, but I swear to you that is no longer who I am.” Morpheus grabbed Y/N’s hand, his eyes soft and welcoming. Y/N accepted and leaned into their lover. “My life is no longer filled with sorrow now that Y/N is with me. I do not wish to cause them more pain, but I will be the one to heal their broken soul.”

Y/N gave a short laugh. “I don’t have a soul, Morpheus, but I appreciate the kind words, love.” Morpheus feigned offense, but the way the corner of his lip curved upwards revealed how he truly felt. Crowley, after listening to the words of the Dream Lord, understood why their sibling fell for him in the first place. The red head let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, I may have jumped the gun a little here,” Crowley admitted. Aziraphale nudged Crowley in the ribs, urging the demon to keep up his apology. “And I am glad that you will be there for my sibling, Morpheus.”

Y/N smiled now that the tension evaporated, and both Crowley and Morpheus were equally happy to see them so pleased. The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and Crowley telling as many embarrassing stories about Y/N as he could. After the sun disappeared and the onyx sky spread over the earth, Y/N and Morpheus stepped out of the bookshop.

Aziraphale waved excitedly from the entryway, Crowley’s arm resting securely around his waist. “Please do visit again, you too! Next time I will cook a proper meal!”

“We will be back soon, Aziraphale! Love you, big brother!” Y/N called back as sand swooped around them and Morpheus.

“Love you too, Y/N, and don’t be too flirty with my sister, Morpheus, or I will come to the Dreaming and deal with you myself!” Crowley threatened with a smirk. The sand already engulfed the two beings before Morpheus could throw his own witty quip, but that did not stop him from telling it to Y/N as they stood before his throne. “Your brother is quite the character. He reminds me of Desire, but he is much more tolerable than them.”

“That tiff you had with Crowley says otherwise, and I am not sure if I have forgiven you entirely.” Y/N crossed their arms and turned their back to Morpheus, a playful smile unrevealed to Dream. Y/N was caught off guard when Morpheus scooped up the demon and moved to his throne. He sat down and placed Y/N onto his lap before layering a row of kisses up their neck. Morpheus stopped when he reached Y/N’s ear.

“Do not forget who rules this realm. Still, I do not wish for you to leave here upset.” Morpheus pulled back, his eyes darker and full of yearning. “Allow me to show you how genuinely sorry I am, my beautiful serpent.”

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[dragondice42]

The Funny bone🦴 Hot Dog🔥 Connection

remember that "funny bone was a fire dog before he became undead" theory i mentioned in the Funny bone headcanons post? this is that theory. click read more if you feel like reading my intense brainrot

ok, if you clicked read more, you understand what you're getting into, so strap in folks this is gonna be a long one.

first and foremost, their physical similarities, aka, what spawned this in the first place.

put the two side by side and you can probably already see what i'm talking about.

first one i'm going to talk about is head shape, especially the shape of the face

as i've outlined in the above image, both funny bone and hot dog have similarly pronounced brow lines, and both have a pug-like smushed in snout style, as well as very similarly proportioned eyes compared to the rest of the face. they even have similar arrangements of teeth, the only difference is funny bone having an extra two on the bottom jaw.

next up, the legs/torso.

as i have once again circled, the way their legs are shaped/situated are eerily similar. same paw shape, same number of toes, same claw style, same overall leg shape, the only reason hot dog looks any different is only one of the two has any meat on their bones, pun definitely intended. another of many similarities that cannot be ignored.

i used a different hot dog image for this one since the poses are more similar, to more easily outline their once again almost identical body shapes. of course funny bone being a skeleton does effect things a bit, but it's still clear that their bodies are extremely similar.

now onto the things that could poke holes in this theory, and my answers to them.

first up, funny bone's horns.

while yes, funny bone has rather large horns, and hot dog does not, hot dog is explicitly stated to be a fire dog pup in his biography, and many more times referred to as a puppy. since, at least to my knowledge, hot dog is the only fire dog we see, who's to say two of those spikes on his head don't grow into horns on older individuals?

there's even a set of spikes on his head in almost the same spot as funny bone's horns, even more evidence to my theory.

another major point, their tails.

funny bone's is a fair bit longer, and has a rather large crystal at the tip, while hot dog's is very much not.

as we can see, hot dog's tail is short and fluffy, a bit like a tail one would find on a young husky or pomeranian. who's to say under that fluff, there isn't a little crystal similar to that on funny bone's? and like that of a husky, the tail would likely grow longer and fluffier later in life, accommodating a larger crystal.

next up, psychological similarities. yes i am going this deep. it is 1:44 AM as of typing this and i have 0 remorse.

while Funny bone gets very little in the way of characterization, we can draw quite a bit from what little there is.

first up, they both have a explicitly mentioned tendency to bury things.

"Hot Dog was brought back to Eon's Citadel where he became a Skylander - and then he proceeded to bury Eon's staff."

"and true to his nature, he likes to bury things, especially imps."

" Funny Bone was in the middle of burying his neighbors’ birthday cake on a breezeless day when the invaders arrived."

the three above quotes come from official statements in Skylanders Universe: The Complete Collection and Skylanders Universe: Book of Elements - Fire and Water

their in-game lines also show several parallels.

Funny bone:

"Beware of dog!"

Hot dog:

"Fear of dog!"

Funny bone:

"All bark and all bite!"

Hot dog:

"My burn is worse than my bite!"

Funny bone:

"Fantastic hat! Ha ha, can i get a collar to match?"

Hot dog:

"Ooh hey, this matches my collar!"

Funny bone:

"Top dog!"

Hot dog:

"Ooh! Top dog!"

in conclusion, funny bone and hot dog share enough parallels, both in biology and behavior, that i have come to believe that before Funny bone became undead, he was a fire dog like hot dog, probably either adult or late adolescent at the time of death.

either that or i am reading way too far into this, which is also a distinct possibility, though in my personal opinion, there are far too many similarities for this to be mere coincidence, especially considering funny bone debuted in Trap team, which was released two years after hot dog's first debut in skylanders giants. ample time to plan these sorts of details into funny bone's design and mannerisms.

[alexiethymia]

illumination

summary: [Post-TYBW] Hitsugaya fixed his tabi on the engawa as he waited for Momo. Not for the first time, he was gripped with that sense of déj�� vu. First sunrise. First shrine visit. A lot of the firsts that he remembered in his life was with her.

[read on ao3]

Notes: I don’t consider myself good at domestic fics, so this fic had plenty of inspiration, mainly @rays-of-fire-and-ice, @canariie, and @bleachbleachbleach‘s head canons especially about Jurinan grandma and Momo’s calligraphy. It was also inspired by the Hitsugaya family in Untitled Collection and the warmest place in the world, as well as all of the HCs about hitsuhina children that I just went and bit the bullet and did my own version. I’m also way too late for HitsuHina week, but I really wanted to finish this work based on the prompt fireworks.

Soshun mazu sake Ni ume uru Nioi kana

New year and first Sake and the fragrance of plum blossoms Being sold

“Kira’s spouting off haikus again which means he’s plastered and that’s our cue to go. Thanks for having us, Hitsugaya-taichou!”

“Heh, you sure it isn’t because you’ve made your darling wife and daughter wait up for you and now you’re scared you’ll be greeting the new year with a sandal to the face?”

“Shut it, Hisagi-san.”

“Oi, oi, show some respect Abarai. It should be Hisagi-senpai.”

“Ehh Kira, isn’t that haiku out-of-season? Isn’t it too early for spring? Ah, but it fits perfectly with the umeshu doesn’t it, taichou?”

Kira just ignored the whole drunken lot in favor of shaking Momo’s hands. For some reason, he seemed to be crying.

“Just a small new year’s gift, Hinamori-kun…ah…eto,” Kira mumbles all the while still vigorously shaking her hands. Only a strained furrow in his drooping brow signified his strain as if trying to remember something important amidst the drunken haze he was in, “My mistake,” he amends, “I mean, Hitsugaya-san.”

Perhaps it was the same furrow mirrored in the captain’s expression that caused him to remember, but in truth Hitsugaya’s expression wasn’t really directed at him. In truth, it wasn’t only Renji’s wife who was maybe slightly displeased with him.

“No need to be so formal, Kira-kun! We’ve known each other for ages.” Despite that she consented to be supported by her back, she wasn’t as fully nestled by his side like in her moments of true contentment where she would be languid and soft against him.

She was the perfect hostess so she’d never let anything in her expression show except a welcoming and bright smile, but Hitsugaya didn’t know her for centuries for nothing. The smile she had now had the same subtle curves as the exact same smile she showed him when she said, ‘What do you mean? Of course, I’m not angry, Shiro-chan, how silly,’ when he’d eaten the peaches she had apparently been saving when they were just carefree kids back in Jurinan. Moments like this made memories like that feel simultaneously as if they were eons ago and also as if they just happened yesterday.

Hitsugaya sighed.

“Momo, you know you can’t drink for a reason.”

Everyone in the party turned to look at him at that. True it was stern as was characteristic of Hitsugaya-taichou, but at the same time it sounded conciliatory. Perhaps that was why Momo let her smile fall, and let a slight pout overtake her features. Internally, Hitsugaya sighed with relief. He’d rather she shows that she was displeased with him than hide it.

“I know, but still for you to go so far as to ask everyone to bring plum wine, precisely because you know I don’t like it…” When Madarame-san and Ayasegawa-san brought some over, she thought nothing of it. When Hirako-taichou had dropped by in human world attire clapping Toshiro on the back with enough force that he fell, irritated and grumbling, and ruffling her hair softly as he placed the bottle and a new jazz vinyl in her hands, she thought it was a funny coincidence. But when even Nanao-san with the soutaichou dropped by, her with books and him with more of the stuff, that’s when she began to put two and two together.

Maybe it was a bit much for new year’s celebrations, but it had also been a housewarming of sorts, and Momo was touched with all of the small tokens of welcome and well-wishes. Pity it had to be something she wasn’t fond of. But Momo was nothing but gracious so she accepted it all.

Abarai-kun and Hisagi-senpai looked at each other sheepishly, while Kira-kun looked just about ready to drop at the thought of possibly having offended her with their gift, but Hitsugaya-taichou insisted, and you never said no to Hitsugaya-taichou when he used that tone (rather you never just said no to Hitsugaya-taichou period).

At least Matsumoto-san was thoughtful enough to bring peaches which was probably why she was giggling at their expense.

Seeing Kira-kun’s shaking legs and increasingly off color (he might faint with how white he was becoming), Momo decided to let up with a sigh. Looking up at her husband who was looking at her straightforwardly, Momo found that she really couldn’t stay mad especially when the person in question was sure he had done nothing wrong. And anyway he also mostly abstained from the alcohol, only taking a few sips in order not to be rude to their guests. She leaned into him even as Hitsugaya-kun teased her lightly, “You would have snuck a few sips if it was fruit wine.”

Feeling as if they were intruding into some soft and fluffy scene, the vice-captains couldn’t help but feel second-hand embarrassment at being the witnesses to a married couple’s fight (if it could even be called that).

“I hope Rukia and I aren’t as obnoxious as that,” Renji whispered discreetly.

“You totally are. It’s just that your lover’s quarrels are more explosive.”

“That’s good. I’m happy for you Hinamori-kun, er I mean, Hitsugaya-san, no I mean Momo-kun!” For some inexplicable reason, Kira started crying into his arm again.

“Ahhh, taichou and Momo, could you stop making the rest of us feel so single?”

“Ahem, Rangiku-san, would you do me the honor of- “

“Yosh! That does it. Time to take this party over to the Kuchiki manor. I’m sure they’ll have some high-class sake!”

“Hey, wait a minute! When did I say- “ But Hisagi just slung his arm over Renji’s neck in a chokehold, while dragging Kira behind him. Hitsugaya privately commiserated, both with Abarai and Kuchiki. Matsumoto was a whirlwind who couldn’t be stopped. Feeling a migraine coming on at the prospect of having to pay for any potential damages, he almost didn’t notice Matsumoto sidle up to them and spirit Momo away for a careful, and yet cheerful hug. Nuzzling her cheek against Momo’s, she whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll sneak you some fruit wine sometime.”

Hitsugaya growled in warning at hearing that, “Matsumoto…” but Momo only laughed and hugged the buxom woman tightly, as his vice-captain winked at him. “After everything, taichou, I promise. Lieutenant’s honor.”

Hitsugaya calmed down, and sighed. He’s been doing a lot of that lately. Nonetheless he greeted his vice-captain, “Happy New Year, Matsumoto. I’ll be counting on you greatly for the upcoming year.”

“Thank you for visiting, Rangiku-san. Have a Happy New Year!”

With a lazy salute, she waved them both goodbye, and in a while they were both finally alone. Hitsugaya didn’t mind the company of his colleagues, while he knew Momo enjoyed it. Still, he didn’t want her to get too tired. Spying her drooping lids, he gently shook her, mindful of both her hands wrapping around her midsection, “Time for bed, sleepyhead.”

“Mmmm,” Momo yawned as she placed both arms around her husband’s neck while he scooped her up, “Hey, Shiro?”

“Hmm, what is it?”

“You know you’re going to have to drink all that sake right? And I won’t help with a single drop,” Momo giggled sleepily. As much as Momo disliked plums, she knew Hitsugaya-kun didn’t have a taste for alcohol either. Snuggling deeper into her husband’s broad shoulder, she smiled peacefully.

Hitsugaya blanched.  

“I’ll give some to Matsumoto.”

…

Momo felt a hand waking her from restful slumber.

Blearily opening one eye, she spotted Hitsugaya-kun already up with a bemused look on his face. He had always been the early riser between the two.

Stretching her arms and yawning, Momo fixed her hair while Hitsugaya-kun patiently waited beside her. It was still dark out. Her stomach suddenly grumbled, and while she might have been embarrassed about it before, with how often it kept happening these days, she just got used to it.

Hitsugaya-kun passed her a bowl of the leftover toshikoshi soba she’d prepared for them which she took gratefully, warming her hands on the reheated bowl.

She still felt slow as molasses, but luckily Hitsugaya-kun had always been alert. While she sleepily slurped at the noodles still only half awake, Hitsugaya-kun merely arranged her so she was comfortable leaning against his front. He even tucked her in their blankets, leaving none for himself since the cold didn’t bother him. Once he was assured that she was comfortable, he slowly opened their sliding doors so they could view the night sky. It was but a moment later that the inky blackness was replaced with slivers of rose light.

With no words passing between them, together they watched the first sunrise.

---

Hitsugaya fixed his tabi on the engawa as he waited for Momo. Not for the first time, he was gripped with that sense of déjà vu.

First sunrise. First shrine visit.

A lot of the firsts that he remembered in his life was with her.

Memory was a funny thing in Soul Society. While he remembered nothing of his old life, if he were to fix a point in time where his life started here, he found that she was always in his firsts - that her smiling face was the beginning of everything.  

First smile. First laughter. First friend.

First love.

Though he took a while to realize it. (Or perhaps like a circle, there had been no fixed point and some part of him had always known.)

Finished, he leaned back on his arms as he looked up at the withered branches. Though some things remained the same, perhaps a lot of things also changed. He remembers his first shrine visit with Momo and baachan. Back then he’d been impatient and rushing her so that they could get a move on already. But his grumbling had died in his throat when he saw her come out with a new yukata. It was nothing fancy, not even a kimono, but it was new. Everything about her then was new, from the first time he saw her put her hair up in a bun, small wild flowers threaded into the strands by baachan, to the new dusty pink yukata with plum blossoms scattered across it she had saved up for.

‘How do I look, Shiro-chan?’

‘…You look fine.’

It wasn’t even close to what he wanted to say, but only Momo would still smile brightly at him like that, leaving him dazed.

The plum blossoms were starting to bud, he noticed. Glancing down at his own kimono, he thought wryly that this was a far cry from the threadbare yukata he’d worn back then. Deep midnight blue and black, with whorls of clouds, on the back a great mighty dragon, shining in white as it rushed alongside a surging river, such that you wouldn’t know where the river ended and the dragon began. Truthfully, it was a bit ostentatious for his own tastes, but baachan had sent it and baachan had probably made it, so he would wear it gratefully.

Hearing the sliding doors open, he turned, a teasing remark of, ‘Finally done?’ at the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t even get the chance.

How could he even say anything?

Just there, Momo in a resplendent silk furisode, cloaked in white and vermillion. She gave him a little twirl and he spied the phoenix at her back, feathered tail curling all over her, along with flowers bright red and yellow, exploding like fireworks. There were subtle patterns of teal and green that matched his eyes, while her hair was held up with a matching red kanzashi, stray locks curling over her ear and feathering her forehead.

Separated by years, two moments in time, and he still finds that his breath catches.

“How do I look, Shiro?”

A blush on her cheeks, eyes sparkling, happy and at peace.

He smiled.

“You look beautiful.”

Some things changed, but some things would always stay the same.

…

“I wonder if baasan got our card,” Momo murmured thoughtfully as she rubbed the silk between her two fingers. Hitsugaya-kun just hummed and nodded as he made a path for the two of them in the crowd, hand gripping hers firmly. She continued touching the silk with her other hand, softly marveling. It really was beautiful. Baasan must have started as soon as she finished with their wedding clothes to get these to them on time. The subtly sparkling white on her furisode reminded her of her shiromuku safely put away back in their private quarters at home, while the black in Hitsugaya-kun’s kimono reminded her of his montsuki. Baasan had playfully added Hyourinmaru’s four-point star as a crest, while lamenting that she couldn’t decide if she wanted Momo to wear white, or a colorful iro-uchikake.

Watching the softly falling snow outside, she had made the decision for her. Momo loved white. Baasan had only chuckled and said next time then. Letting the long sleeve fall smoothly from her hand like water, Momo smiled wondering if this was her version. This wasn’t their first shrine visit since they were married, but it was still a kind of first nonetheless.

Hitsugaya-kun briefly glanced back at her. “Don’t worry, we’ll visit her soon.” She nodded, still smiling at him.

…

“Yatta, I got great blessing! What did you get, Hitsugaya-kun?” Momo looked pleased with herself and that was more than enough for Toshiro, even as she couldn’t help her giggle at seeing his own fortune, sue-sho-kichi, small blessing to come. Toshiro wasn’t superstitious, but was the small really necessary?

Toshiro wasn’t superstitious but he’s been noticing a pattern lately. Momo tended to pull out good fortunes, almost always Dai-kichi, sometimes Chu-kichi. If the overwhelming misfortune she faced meant that the cosmic scale was being tipped back in her favor, then Toshiro thought that there was justice after all.

She traced the characters on her fortune, machibito, a person being expected or waited for, “The person you’re waiting for will come,” she mouthed softly, even as Toshiro’s heart jolted at seeing shussan on her fortune slip.

Even in moments of calm like this, sometimes the anxiety would spike up. To shake off the silly urge of wanting to bite his thumb nail he smoothed over endan and negaigoto on his own slip almost obsessively.

Hirako once told him that everything in reverse would come the right side way up eventually. He didn’t put much stock in the other captain’s words, and much less did he put stock in pieces of paper, but if they meant that Momo would have a lifetime of fortune and happiness, then he would believe them wholeheartedly. It was nothing less than she deserved. And if nothing else, he’ll believe in himself. He’ll will those fortunes to reality if he had to.

“These are good fortunes, aren’t they Hitsugaya-kun?”

They were.

…

Just before they were about to pray, Momo suddenly asked him, “What did you dream about, Hitsugaya-kun?”

“Nothing much, just the past.”

Momo suddenly chuckled, “I had an auspicious first dream, a hawk flying high in the sky.”

“Oh,” Toshiro raised a brow, questioning. People talked about signs all they liked but it was actually rare to dream about them.

Momo smiled sheepishly, “Hehe, well to be exact I dreamed about the first time Hitsugaya-kun showed me his bankai. I remember being so amazed at seeing you fly.”

Toshiro’s brow raised even higher, “So I’m a bird now, is that it? You know you can’t just make up signs like that.”

Momo just smiled back impishly. “I’m collecting luck. It’s a lucky sign if I say it is. It’s up to us to make our own happiness after all.”

Toshiro just sighed in fond exasperation, he’ll tell her later if she asked but he had dreamed about a moment in the past. It wasn’t a specific moment, in fact it could have been every moment, but he had dreamed of a simple scene of them eating watermelons and watching the sunset.

It had been so tranquil that when he woke up he was disoriented at how Momo seemed to have grown overnight while Granny was nowhere to be found. Had she snuck into his bed to sleep again? Concerned, he wondered if she had another nightmare, before noticing her clasped hands in front of her. It hit him all over again, like a kidou spell, the immense but quiet happiness. Uncharacteristic of him, he had woken her because he couldn’t contain himself. The scene of watching the sunset in his dreams replaced with watching the sunrise. They had been surrounded by the mountains of their hometown in his dreams. Perhaps that counted?

A clap interrupts his reverie. Softly but enough for him to hear, Momo releases her prayer for the gods to hear as well, ‘may they be clever and strong’.

Toshiro contemplates whether or not to tell her that prayers were usually silent, but he decides against it. He doesn’t mind. Anyway, he knows what his own prayer will be.

It’s the one he’s been wishing for every night for the past year.

…

Hatsuyuki ya suisen na ha na no tawamu made  

The first snow Just enough to bend The daffodil leaves

“I thought that you wanted your first calligraphy to be…”

“I know, I know what I said, but I can’t seem to think of anything,” Momo’s eyes as she looks up at him are pleading.

Stroking her head to calm her, he then picks up the paper to carefully store away. “It’s still good.”

Momo pouts slightly perhaps thinking he was only placating her. Unfurling it, Toshiro observes it more closely, “No really, it’s good. As always your handwriting is almost too pretty,” he smirks. Momo only puffs out her cheeks and crossed her arms pretending to be offended. Really her husband could still be so childish sometimes, finding it hard to say what he wanted to say. But Momo could still read him just the same. To him, anything she said or did was beautiful. She was beautiful. It was as simple as that.

Cupping his chin in hand, he asked her, “Do you want this here? I can place it in the entranceway.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “I made it for the tenth division. I hope Rangiku-san also likes it.”

“You know her. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Finally putting the paper away, he dragged over another writing desk to place in front of her. It was easier to move around and sit without his captain’s cloak over his shoulders. He can’t remember the last time he went so long without wearing it. “Speaking of Matsumoto, I hope the tenth division barracks is still standing.”

“Hush,” she chides, even as she smiles and puts brush to paper to begin another stroke, “You know Rangiku-san can be counted on when it really matters.”

Copying her, he also drew a straight line downwards, though perhaps less elegant looking. His strokes were blunt and precise, sometimes heavy-handed in places where the ink would bleed out, much the same as him. He was good at dispensing reports quickly and efficiently, but wasn’t really suited to crafting pieces of art (unless it was with blade and ice), slowly and with care. This was more Kira’s domain, or Momo’s. She could get so absorbed in each stroke that perhaps an hour would pass before she was finished with just one kanji. She wrote like she drew, as if there was meaning and an entire world in each line that made up a character. And perhaps for her there was. “I know, I know. I haven’t even had any reports yet so they can’t be doing too badly without me.”

He hadn’t said anything, but perhaps Matsumoto sensed that he would prefer not to be bothered unless it was truly an emergency. She was an excellent vice-captain like that, although he rarely said it out loud. Again, perhaps, many would call it uncharacteristic of him, that he wasn’t worrying every minute about his squad but he had enough on his mind and in his heart right now. Gazing at Momo in front of him, humming as she added another stroke, he let out a subtle sigh of relief.

He could leave it up to Matsumoto.

…

It’s Momo who wakes him up this time around, brimming with excitement.

“Shiro-chan, look! It’s snowing!”

How nostalgic, he thinks sleepily at hearing her laugh, ‘she hasn’t called me that in ages.’

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, anxiety once again begins to creep in, contrasting his wife’s honest pleasure. ‘Won’t it be too cold for her?’ There were times in the middle of the night when he would unconsciously place space between the both of them, memories flashing back to those early days when he couldn’t control his powers. But without fail and as if she had some sixth sense for it, she would only draw nearer, looping hands and legs together so he would find it harder to escape, mumbling incoherent things all the while as she drooled on him. He had no choice then but to fall blissfully back into sleep.

Noticing her husband’s contemplative gaze as he looked outside, Momo sighed and wagged a finger to catch his attention, “No messing with the weather, Shiro. I’m fine.” Cross-eyed, Toshiro reluctantly nodded. “Good,” she chirped. One crisis averted she snuggled closer, and waited for him to put his arms around her.

Suddenly and without warning, colors bloomed in the sky, a multitude of flowers sparkling brightly and dazzling. Momo could only gasp in delight.

‘Fireworks in the snow, huh?’ A far-off memory that couldn’t hurt them now.

Certainly, it was too cold, but drawing the presence nestled in his arms even more closely to him, Toshiro found that he didn’t mind. The fireworks were spectacular yes, but his gaze was permanently drawn downwards. Blue, red, yellow, pink played off across her face in flashes. He could watch fireworks forever illuminated in her eyes. There, they would never fizzle out, the sparks would never die, rather they would shine brightly forever, so long as she kept looking at him.

Suddenly overcome with feeling, he wanted exactly that. He could only whisper her name, even if there were only the two of them, “Momo…”

“Hmmm,” she responded turning to meet his eyes with her own despite the display continuing above them, “What is it, Shiro-cha –“

He was a patient man, he was. And he’ll ask forgiveness for interrupting her later, but at this moment, he wanted nothing more than her lips on his. He should let her get some rest, he should, his mind was clearly telling him that he should, so why was his treacherous body tightening his arms around her, one hand roughly weaving fingers in her hair as he tilted her head back.

She was no better, fingers wound as tightly in his own hair, drawing out a soft groan he tried to muffle against her neck, as he kissed it feverishly, softly biting to leave blooms of his own on the milky skin, a counterpoint to the flowers up in the sky. Hyoten Hyakkaso without his zanpakuto, though these flower burned rather than froze.

There were times he was deathly afraid he would freeze her, but right now, nothing else plagued his mind besides her, and as he drew her down with him, for once he didn’t mind the snow, for he was sure he could warm her as long as he kept her close.

Up in the sky, the fireworks brightly shined and illuminated them both.

…

They write together quietly, Momo occasionally showing him a character to ask his opinion on it. She had already finished with the first one, excitedly showing it to him in a bit of feverish excitement.

The strokes for ‘flower’ and ‘fire’ were lively and vibrant. It matched her perfectly. Toshiro had agreed immediately.

It was the second one they were having trouble with. Toshiro had suggested the characters for ‘spring’ and ‘tree’. It reminded Momo of Tobiume, and Momo didn’t exactly mind it for ‘spring’ matched with his own ‘winter’, but something still felt out of place.

“Isn’t it too early for spring?” In truth, it was more that she wanted more of him reflected in these strokes and lines. She places ‘sun’ next to ‘happiness’.

Hitsugaya-kun only shrugs. Momo could only smile at him fondly. “I hope they’re more like you,” she says as she idly traces the strokes for ‘wish’.

Hitsugaya-kun merely smirks back at her. “Then looks like we’re in conflict since I hope they’ll take after you.”

Momo sticks out her tongue in playful indignation. “I’m sure the kami-sama will listen to my request over yours. I’ve been collecting more luck after all.” ‘Clever and strong,’ was what she had prayed for, ‘just like their father’.

Hitsugaya-kun shakes his head in amusement. Peering over to her side, he looks at what she’s been working on, “That could work.”

Momo hums thoughtfully, looking at the character this way and that. It seems perfect – a wish, a hope, a prayer – but it didn’t seem to be quite exactly what they were looking for.

“What have you got?” She leans more to his side, before bursting into a fit of laughter. If Hitsugaya-kun is embarrassed, he makes a valiant effort not to show it. On his paper, the character for ‘big’ in bold, black, strokes. Momo’s face softens at seeing the character under it, ‘shine’. It might be her own imagination that it seems like it’s glowing.

“They’re perfect.”

…

They made it just in time for the fire festival. Perhaps it was incongruous for them to be burning something they’d been working on for days, but this was just its own kind of prayer.

Both of them hold paper lanterns, in his, ‘Hanabi’ in her own script, in hers, ‘Haruki’ in his. Small bright lights cupped into the palms of their hands. As one they let both lanterns go, up in the sky, where they’ll burn brightly and send all their prayers up to the sky.

Fervently, Momo clasps her hands together, Toshiro a steady and unwavering presence around her.

She hopes.

…

Even if they had hoped for peace to continue, truly their idyllic days couldn’t last. They were still commanding officers, and when Matsumoto shows up on their doorstop one day, he knows exactly what it means.

He knows, but it doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Rangiku likes it no more than her taichou. She can’t even tease the both of them over the marks she spies not covered by Momo’s kimono. “Taichou…It’s Naruki City.”

He closes his eyes in aggravation, fingers closed over the bridge of his nose to stave off the migraine, as Momo and his Vice-captain look at him concerned.

For once, he wants to be selfish. It’s so close, too close. For once, he wants to forget about his captain’s cloak and his responsibilities and just stay here to shelter Momo from everything. Opening his eyes, he meets Momo’s own and is both equally dismayed and encouraged by the resolve he finds there.

Momo didn’t become a Shinigami to be protected. She became a Shinigami to protect. And it’s the same for him (except doesn’t she know by now, after everything, that she was the one he wanted to protect most of all).

Without words, she goes to get his captain’s cloak. If she feels his hands shake as she helps him put it on, then at least only she would know.

She cradles his face in her hands, arms going up to reach him now instead of down. He doesn’t know what she sees in his face, if it looks like he’s about to cry, but she only smiles calmly, ruffling his hair. When before, he had swatted her hand away, now he only leans into the simple comfort. He closes his eyes as he feels Momo draw him down and touch her forehead to his. His erratic heartbeat slows at hearing her breathe.

“I’m off.”

“Please go and come back,” she says as she bows on the engawa. There is no fear in her eyes, only trust as if telling him, ‘go and I’ll be here to welcome you when you return’. He wishes it was the same for him. He swallows before turning forward. He stops Matsumoto with a hand to her shoulder.

He has no words. “Matsumoto…”

Eyes widening in understanding, she starts worriedly, “The reports say there are at least five arrancars, taichou. I already commanded the rest of the troops stationed there to come back. I was planning to handle them myself…but the soutaichou said the both of us needed to be there.” Hitsugaya was glad she didn’t go by herself. He appreciated the soutaichou intervening on his behalf. Knowing Matsumoto, she would have rushed there headstrong and foolish for his sake.

All the points she raised were valid ones, but again all he could say was, “Matsumoto, please…” I need you here.  

There were moments where no words needed to be said, and the communication between a captain and vice-captain could be almost telepathic. This was one such moment, and as Rangiku gazed up at her not-so-little anymore captain, she could only smile in resignation, “Gotcha, taichou. But when you come back, I’m expecting an all-expense paid vacation. I’ve been working my butt off! Hey, Momo,” she called back, already making her way into the house, as Momo gazed at him with a question in her eyes, “Let’s go together!” Hitsugaya only smiled back.

Committing the sight of his wife and vice-captain smiling together, he tightened his grip on Hyourinmaru and set off.

…

Both his mind and body were on auto-pilot. He was glad Hyourinmaru had his back. It wasn’t like back then when his zanpakuto had to artificially mature him just so he could handle his own bankai. He had fully matured in all senses of the word, and had full mastery of his true bankai.

It was good that he was alone. There was no collateral damage except the enemy so he could release Shikai Hyoketsu without repercussions. But without Matsumoto there to support him, he felt more alone than ever.

He was getting tired. He lost count of how many enemies he had slain, of his own wounds and bruises. There was only one thought in his mind – to get home no matter what.

Using his sword as a crutch, he breathed out heavily before suddenly slashing out Hyoryu Senbi at the new presence he felt.

The shadow dodged and clicked his tongue. “Is that anyway ta greet yer elders? Ya look like you’ve been through hell. Need a little hand?”

Disoriented, Hitsugaya could only gape at the newcomer, “Hirako?”

“The one and only.”

Hitsugaya might have thought he was hallucinating but there was no mistaking that too-wide grin and tacky haircut. “What are you doing here? Naruki City isn’t under your jurisdiction.”

That carefree smile suddenly turned serious, “No it’s not, but I know someone who is under my jurisdiction. And I’m sure she’s missin’ a neglectful husband.” Hitsugaya growled at that. “What’re ya doin’ here? Do I have ta tell my daughter to divorce you?”

“For the last time,” a vein ticked in his forehead, this seemed like an eerily familiar experience he was having, “She is not your daughter! And anyway, you didn’t answer my question.”

He might have if not for another presence suddenly jumping in, “Oh, what? Am I interrupting a lover’s quarrel or something.”

“Nah, just an in-laws spat.”

What the hell?  

He couldn’t decide what expression he was supposed to be showing. Maybe Hirako decided to finally take pity on him as he decided to answer him. “The soutaichou sent us because it looks like someone forgot to bring their vice-captain.” Heh, more like they persuaded him. Even if that softie hadn’t already been ready to pull him out after hearing he stupidly went alone, Shinji’s sure Lisa’s kick to his backside, and Nanao-chan’s sharp glare would just about do the trick. Eh, a few misplaced forms never hurt anyone. “Color me surprised when I found out Naruki City was actually under the fifth and the eight’s joint jurisdiction. Who coulda been so stupid as to put it under the tenth’s all this time?”

Hitsugaya didn’t know what was going on.

Shinji sighed. The kid could be so slow sometimes. “Oi, Hitsugaya. Lisa also brought her vice-captain. I’m sure two captains and a vice-captain would be more efficient than one captain. Yer not needed here, so wouldja just hurry on to where you’re supposed ta be already?”

Finally shaken out of his stupor, he could say nothing. He put his own misgivings aside, and bowed low.

“Thank you.”

As the tenth squad captain shunpoed out of there, Shinji let out a whistle. “What d’ya know? The kid has manners after all. Let’s hurry this up Lisa. I got a grandchild to welcome.” “Lame,” Lisa replied, completely deadpan.

He let it off.

It was a joyous occasion after all.

…

She wasn’t there. She wasn’t at home.

His mind was perfectly blank.

He couldn’t feel her reiatsu anywhere.

“Hitsugaya-taichou!”

What was his seventh seat doing here?

“Matsumoto fuku-taichou brought Hitsugaya fuku-taichou to the fourth.”

Hitsugaya-taichou immediately left without even greeting him, but Takezoe didn’t hold it against his captain. With a dozen children of his own, he’d been where the young man was now. He only hoped his captain would make it in time.

…

He doesn’t remember how he reached the fourth, only overwhelming panic.

He could feel the temperature lowering, but only distantly, the calls of his title heard in a vacuum as if he was somewhere very far away.

‘Hitsugaya-taichou, please reign down your reiatsu.’

‘Taichou, please control it, it might affect the patients.’

‘It might affect…’

“Taichou!”

He felt as if he was roughly woken up from sleep. Heavily, he lifted his head up, “Matsumoto…”

“Taichou,” Rangiku said more softly. Her little captain wasn’t so little anymore. More than once he’d had to support her when Shiba-taichou left, and even after…

But now, as she sees how he trembles under her hands on his shoulders, subtly curling into himself, eyes haunted, she is taken back to years past, to a little boy so afraid of hurting the people he loves.

Matsumoto’s voice brings him back. He can sense a cacophony of reiatsu, all mingling together, that it was hard to tell them all. Abarai with his daughter, both Kuchikis even, Kira, Hisagi, his squad, members from other squads, her friends, their colleagues, their friends.

But that only serves to forcefully remind him that he was doing it again, he can’t stop it, he’s the greatest danger to those around him, to her, he can’t ever protect her, and as he shivers, the ice creeps up even faster.

“Taichou,” Matsumoto says, voice still soft. Placing her palm firmly against his heart, she pleads, “Please. Listen.”

Boy

A thunderous sound, more presence than voice. Hyourinmaru

Shiro-chan

Toshiro

A sound like wind-chimes, laughter threading every word. He gasps.

“It’s alright,” Matsumoto assures him, smiling brightly. “She’s alright. She knows you’re here.”

…

In the end, both their wishes are granted.

Both their children have her hair, hers lit like a coal flame, his softer and reminding him of forests and trees, the coming of spring. His hair was too unique to be passed onto anyone else, she manages to joke, but no matter because she still got what she wished for. Rubbing both chubby cheeks and coaxing both eyes to open, he sees what she means when he sees his own eyes reflected back at him. Brightly shining with an inner light.

They would shine brightly, he vows to himself, as he envelops her, all of them, to him, while he buries his face against her hair.

“Shiro-chan,” she laughs, the happiest she’s been, “Are you crying?” She hardly if ever has seen him cry. She nuzzles her cheek to his. “What am I to do with my crybaby husband?”

He can’t even manage his usual ‘shut up’ amidst his tears, only hugging them closer.  Thank you.

Momo smiles. The person you’re waiting for will come.

He did. They did.

They were all home.

Okaerinasai.

[riderofblackdragons]

Day 13 Alt Prompt: Came Back Wrong

Ok, this is horrifically late. I mean, it's the 20th of May, and this is day 13. But I've spent so long trying to write the original prompt for day 13, and I just haven't been able to :( So I've given up on that, and decided to do an alt prompt for it instead, so I don't get too far behind. After all, I've written days 14-19 already, with help from @crimsonlyinglilly and @witchcraftandgeekness, who helped me with sorting my mind out!

This one's a trip to a different fandom, cause I started watching Supernatural, and got Ideas lol This AU is called When You Cannot Hide as well

Slight Michael/Lucifer btw, its very vaguely implied and you could probably ignore it

Also, nonbinary Lucifer, bc I personally think of the angels as agender when they're not inhabiting vessels, so they/them

Thanks to everyone for following though, and thanks for reading!

Hot. It had been so hot, burning through them, damaging their very being. Not too much, not enough to kill them, just enough to make their existence agony. Just enough, that they’d had to focus, to forgo healing themselves, to force their own heat, and the light that came with it, into cold.

So cold, the kind of cold that would destroy a lesser being, cause icicles to form in an instant. Too cold, it was almost unbearable for them, but they’d struggled through. It made the heat manageable, even as it felt like they were burning and freezing and they couldn’t escape it.

They were dim now, as a side-effect, Less than they were before, but it was okay. It wasn’t as thought there was anyone left who would want to see their light, now, anyways. That time was long gone, and the darkness here creeped in regardless of how much light they put off.

Their surroundings were hot, and they were so cold, and the darkness would come and whisper and disappear as soon as they reached for it, because it least it was something, and for a while… It was fine. They could cope. They didn’t know how long they would be there for, trapped in this place, forgotten, but they thought they could last.

And then, they were taken part. Piece by piece, so small at first that they barely noticed it, were it not that there was nothing else to do. They thought that maybe it was this place, its doing, to make them break down and being pliable. After all, what else could it be? This place was designed specifically for them, after all, to punish them, and it would be a righteous punishment indeed if it broke them apart.

But their pieces kept being taken, getting bigger and bigger, and they could feel the warmth of where they’d been taken. Hot, firey rage, comforting in the small memories that they’d chosen to hide away, to never think of again (Michael, they cried. Lover, they screamed. Brother, they whispered. None of it escaped their mouth, was ever heard).

It was agony, being ripped apart, when the pieces of them got so big they could feel them tearing off. It burned, being placed together, by one who didn’t quite know of all the new edges they’d gained when they were alone. They thought it was worth it, in the moment. There was someone there, after all, someone who cared enough to free them, even if it hurt so bad. They would have accepted anything, just to be free, to be out of that (too small, too hot, too cramped) place.

They were free, or at least it’d felt like it. Now they were in a new place, a bigger place, somewhere cooler than where they were before (this was home, once. Do you remember? Does it still keep the title, if you’ve never called it by any other name?).

And now, their cold, the way they’d reshaped their entire being to survive in their cage… It was wrong. They had too many edges, where they had once been smooth, and were too smooth where once edges had poked out. They’d been changed, and the being they were now did not feel like it fit here anymore.

It was too cold, for their own cold to be of much use. The eons they’d put into this, reforging themselves in the fires and heatwaves too hot to truly handle - this place was going to destroy them, now. Maybe once, they had been right to handle it. But those memories barely seemed real, from so long ago.

And now? Now, they were too different for this, could barely handle how much they’d changed whilst this place stayed the same. Even though they tried to pretend that they were the same, that they hadn’t changed in the centuries of loneliness, it was only a facade. And they knew that it could come crumbling down, with so little effort.

[poohnotpiku]

The Tram

If one has visited the city of Kolkata aka city of joy, one wouldn’t have missed It. If one would ask around about touristy things to do, perhaps one of the tops ones from the list would be It. It is part, or rather soul, of Kolkata,  since years. The people of Kolkata might have forgotten this heritage, but It still is a chapter, written in golden letters, in the history of the city of joy. It is something we Kolkatans are proud of, yet we ignore. It is something we hate to love. It is The Tram.

In the fast pacing world of superfast metro-trains, in the world of always running late people, It has no value. It is not being able to keep up with the rat-race, we all are busy in. Perhaps, It is out of place in this world, in this era. But still It is breathing away. It is happy to host the tourists from out of town, full of excitement and awe. It is satisfied carrying the slow moving old people, who have no where to rush to. It smiles with the smiles of the school children riding it, while energetically going to schools in the morning and returning home in the afternoon, tired and lazy. It enjoys listening into the gossip by  groups of middle-aged ladies, either returning from shopping or escorting their school-going children. It loves hearing the sound of ruffling tickets that the conductor makes while passing around to collect fares.

With a pensive mood, It also notices a solo rider, sitting right on the back seat, looking out of It’s wide windows, with drops of tears rolling down. It can feel her pain without even knowing the cause. It watches sad faces of the old people, who have been left behind by their children moving abroad to shinier horizons. It looks sadly at the poor man counting his coins to pay the fare to the conductor. It can feel the responsibility on the shoulders of the hawkers, boarding It, to sell their wares. It feels the same hunger as the beggar on-board, asking around for alms. It can hear the sadness in the voice of the street children singing joyful songs to entertain the passengers and may be earn some money to feed the hungry souls back home.

It feels everything…. from sadness to happiness, from loneliness to entertainment, from smiles to tears, from laughter to silent groans, from hunger to stomach full of gossips etc. But does anyone feel for It? May be it was too much of an ask!

She boarded It and looked around with awe. She touched its old wooden benches, the same ones from eons. She sat on a window-seat and felt the electrical veins on top of the Tram’s head, powering It up for the journey. She could feel how old It was getting with each passing year, walking the roads like an old woman with crooked back and aching knees. Another tram passed by them on the parallel track. It felt like as if two sisters were exchanging news when met coincidentally on the road. She could feel the vibrations of emotions echoing from It’s walls. When asked by the conductor about her destination, She couldn’t answer because deep within her She knew that She will be sitting there till the last stoppage. She will be with It as long as It wants. She will be a true friend to this friend of all…to Her Tram…

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[aajjks]

aww poor baby 🥺

mommy issues!JK

you knew this jungkook would find out sooner or later so you tell your curious fiancé the same thing you told your friends and let’s just say, he isn’t too convinced that same random person took your ring. “you’re thinking too deeply about it, jungkook” you say as you brush his messy bangs away from his face to get a better look at him. “i’ll just wear a band. right now, we just need to focus on getting better”

if only it was that easy.

“i’m gonna finish getting moon’s bedroom together. i’ll be upstairs if you need anything, okay?” you press a kiss to jungkook’s cheek before tiredly heading upstairs to put the finishing touches on your daughter’s bedroom and all you can say is: wow.

the ceiling is painted with stars that glow in the dark when the lights turn off and her whole room is designed like the midnight sky with her name on the wall. you can’t wait for jungkook to get better so the three of you can take family pictures together.

technically, you’re supposed to be sleeping but lately, you’ve been struggling to sleep for more than 4 hours throughout the night. that horrific night haunts you, moon’s cries doesn’t give you the chance of trying to get more shuteye, and seol is officially out of school which means he’s home all day and starts his day at an early 8 in the morning.

postpartum? you don’t have time for postpartum! you’ve got two kids and a husband to take care of and ‘you time’ will just have to wait.

by the time you’re finished with moon’s room, the clock reads 7:45AM and you’re happy that jungkook seems to be doing okay with moon. you head back downstairs and start to make breakfast for everyone all while using your breast pump to pump more milk for the rest of the day.

usually it’s jungkook who’s in charge of the cooking but you’ve no problem switching those positions for him. you make blueberry waffles, smoked sausage, and cut up some fresh fruit for both of your boys. at 8 exact, seol rushes downstairs to give his father a big hug. “morning daddy!!” he cheers before pressing a gentle kiss to his sleeping sister’s head and lastly, giving you a big hug as well.

“hi bubba!! go sit at the table for breakfast”

“okeyy!!! can we watch transformers?”

transformers??

“blame your father for that. now seol is into transformers, sonic, and—,”

“THE AVENGERS!!!!”

“yeah that” you laugh as you finish making both jungkook’s and seol’s plates before placing them on the table. “i’ll take moon and give her a bath. go eat okay?” ignoring jungkook’s protests, you take the sleeping infant from her father’s arms and head upstairs to give the sleeping infant a bath while seol and jungkook sit and eat their food.

meanwhile…

“how could you do something so reckless!!!” curses mr. jang who continues to scream and curse at nara with her head hung low in shame. “you had one job—ONE and you could even do that right. you could’ve gotten yourself killed and the baby is still alive!”

“QUIET!!” says another voice. “our plan may not have been successful but we still have a chance. instead of trying to split them let’s just pit them against each other”

“how?”

“easy. i’ve got an idea and this time it will work and when it does” the person tosses nara the diamond ring, your diamond ring.

“jungkook will be all yours”

“he literally hates me. he’ll never be mine”

“all jungkook needs is one sliver of doubt about y/n and that’s it. trust me, i know my son”

“are you sure this will work, jae-eon?” asks mr. jang who takes a closer look at the mischievous man.

“i know it will”

~🫧

After breakfast, you help Jungkook bathe and help him with other things, as you do that- he can’t help but appreciate you even more, his heart is aching.

He’s basically useless right now… you’ve been going back and forth with the children and Jungkook. After being done with the shower, you change his bandages, he just can’t help but watch you.

You’re such a sweet woman, your kindness has his heart melting- he chose the right one. You’re the only woman who he will marry and make his wife forever.

You help him dress up, and you also take the liberty to do his hair for him. Jungkook is unable to speak because your care has him speechless. No one has ever cared for him like this.

“Y-Yn please… you’re so sweet.” He stops you- taking the hairbrush from your hands and he gently pulls you closer. “I-I love you so so much.” He kisses the corner of your mouth.

“I-I promise I’ll get better soon… I’ll take the weight off your shoulders.” He whispers, looking directly into your eyes.

No one can understand what he’s going through right now because he’s so used to being independent and doing everything for him by himself and it sucks to be dependent on someone-especially you because he wanted to take care of you and not the other way around.

He’s like a burden to you right now.

“Go rest now please… moonie is sleeping and Seol is watching tv. So sleep I can walk and my hand is able to move a little- I’ll take care of them- and I even know wheee you’ve put her bottles. You know I have a very good experience of taking of an infant all on my own…”

He’s rambling… out of embarrassment.

“Just rest please…” he begs you.