#look at your walls (plastered with drawings from dream) and tell me u are not a proud father

[dadmareau]

What does Dream call Nightmare?-

For Dadmare: At the last stage, "Daddy" (preferred) or "Dad" (quicker and more 'mature'-sounding), though at some point it was "Father" and before that, "Mister Mare." Nightmare constantly protests being called "dad" but Dream will never stop.

For Moonbeam: "Nighty" and "Big brother."

[hartigays]

please take this as a prompt to write as angsty a fic as u want. mwah mwah (💌 — astrid)

(to preface: this is basically just canon divergence nonsense after barry burns rafe’s arm on his bike in s1 👹)

rafe jerks awake with a start.

he’s not sure what roused him from his (not so peaceful) slumber, until he hears the sharp knock again. it’s something hitting one of his bedroom windows - the one closest to his bed.

the room feels like a deep freezer when rafe crawls out from between his sheets. he likes the room to be cold when he sleeps - he has dreams, and dreams make him sweat.

(maybe they can be classified more as nightmares. but no one is asking, so it doesn’t really matter either way.)

rafe enjoys the cold significantly less when he has to walk through it in the middle of the night. it feels good on his arm, at least, where barry burned him. it soothes the sting that he’d been able to ignore while unconscious.

when rafe walks up to the window to investigate, he nearly keels over and dies.

because the source of the noise is none other than barry the fucking coke dealer himself.

speak of the devil, and whatnot.

rafe shoves the window open with a grunt. it opens outward, nearly knocking barry off the roof and onto the ground below. the corner of rafe’s lips twitch - he really would’ve liked to have seen that.

if he knew barry had such bad balance and coordination, rafe probably would’ve shoved the window open a little harder.

“i said i’d get you your money,” rafe says, the first to speak.

barry just rights himself, arching one brow. “i know.”

“so why the fuck are you here?”

barry doesn’t wait for an answer. he simply stares at rafe for a beat, before crawling through the window, elbowing rafe out of the way in the process.

the movement makes rafe’s arm throb, and he clutches at it with a hiss.

not sparing rafe a single glance, barry just circles the room, whistling. far too loud for this time of night.

“sweet setup you got here, country club,” barry tells him. he finally turns to look at rafe head-on, his dark eyes unreadable.

rafe is still clutching his arm, wincing. “thanks. it looks nicer without you in it, so. bye.”

barry laughs, a full-bodied thing that should make rafe want to kill him. it certainly shouldn’t make rafe shudder like a bitch in heat, but it does.

it does.

“ain’t getting rid of me that easy,” barry snorts. then, his gaze zeroes in on rafe’s hand grasping his wounded arm. “get over here and lemme see that.”

“no,” rafe answers, immediately, shaking his head. “no fucking way.”

barry purses his lips. he stares at rafe like he’s staring into his soul, and rafe wants to gouge his eyes out so he’ll stop.

“wasn’t aware i gave you an option, baby boy.”

rafe’s heart does a messy little dance in his chest, and his insides feel like a puddle of goo.

he hates barry, he really does. the fucker gave him a 3rd degree burn not even twelve hours ago. and yet. here rafe stands, eyes and stomach full of hearts and butterflies and all that disgusting shit, all because of something as pathetic as a nickname.

it’s not even an affectionate nickname. it’s condescending, and it should make rafe want to tear someone’s head off. preferably barry’s.

it doesn’t.

rafe moves closer, cautiously. when he’s within reach, barry just reaches out and grabs rafe’s bad arm, yanking him in and closing the distance.

rafe bites his tongue so hard he nearly draws blood, trying to stuff his pained groan right back down his throat. it doesn’t really work, and barry notices, but doesn’t comment on it.

instead, he takes rafe’s arm and examines it, like the burn is something he’s never seen before. like he’s not the one who put it there.

“lemme fix this up for you,” barry mumbles, still staring at rafe’s arm. like maybe the burn will magically sprout legs and run off into the night, never to be seen again.

“why?” rafe asks, swallowing around the lump that has been steadily growing in his throat since barry’s arrival.

barry uses his free hand to grasp rafe’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “because you ain’t in control, rafe cameron. and you need to get that through your pretty little head.”

“that doesn’t answer my question, like, at all,” rafe mutters, then winces when barry’s grip on his arm and chin both tighten.

“because i’m in control,” barry continues, like rafe never even spoke at all, “you got that? you ain’t making the decisions around here no more.”

“wasn’t aware i was making any decisions in the first place,” rafe mutters, glaring down at his arm.

barry lifts rafe’s arm up, releasing his chin to gently trace his fingers over the tender wound. rafe winces again, and barry grins like a shark.

“quit arguin’ and be a good boy like your momma taught ya. and while you’re behaving, go get me some first aid shit.”

rafe feels like he’s frozen in place, the words turning over and over and over in his head. until barry’s nails dig in, and then he’s crying out, stumbling backwards. he’s out of the room a second later, practically tripping over himself as he heads down the hall to the storage closet where he knows ward keeps emergency supplies, disoriented.

by some miracle, the first aid kit is sitting right in the center of the middle shelf. rafe snatches it without a thought, turning to head back to his room before pausing.

barry has never been in control. it’s a pathetic illusion, rafe decides. he won’t gain control either - another thing rafe decides. and barry needs to be made aware of that.

rafe steels himself, trying to keep his chin up as he walks back into his room. he’s not going to let barry play this little game - not in his house, not after that little shitshow of a display this afternoon.

barry has his back turned, looking at some of the paintings hung on rafe’s walls. rafe walks up as quietly as he can, but he knows the moment barry realizes he’s behind him. because barry’s body tenses just so, just enough for rafe to notice.

when barry turns, rafe swings.

barry catches rafe’s fist easily, and okay. maybe barry isn’t as unbalanced or uncoordinated as rafe had thought. in a split second, barry has a hand wrapped around rafe’s throat, squeezing tight enough that rafe wheezes.

walking them back towards rafe’s bed - forcibly, rafe would like to make that clear - barry’s face twists into a furious snarl.

rafe collapses onto the bed with a gasp when barry lets go of his neck, coughing and wheezing as he tries to catch his breath.

“try that shit one more time,” barry warns, “and you ain’t gonna like what comes next.”

then, barry leaves rafe sprawled on the bed, massaging his throat, and makes a beeline for the first aid kit. rafe can hear him rummaging through it, grumbling to himself, before returning with a few assorted items.

when barry kneels down in front of him, right on his knees, rafe almost passes out again. he feels like he’s trapped in one of his nightmares, with some added sexual tension to spice things up a bit.

“gimme your arm,” barry orders, and rafe complies.

his throat is still aching, and he’s not particularly interested in barry making that worse, too. it’s already bad enough that barry is probably about to skin him alive - he doesn’t need any more choking involved. unless it’s the sexy kind.

but even then, rafe isn’t particularly interested. not when slaughtering barry in his room feels so incredibly tantalizing right now.

instead of skinning him alive, barry just smooths burn cream over the blistered mark on rafe’s arm. the way barry rubs it in is almost soothing; a smooth circling of his fingers, his touch almost featherlight.

when the burn cream sets, barry grabs some gauze from the pile next to him. he’s about to plaster it onto rafe’s arm when he pauses, staring at the burn like he’s been hypnotized.

“you sure are pretty when you all marked up,” barry says, breathless, like just the thought of marking rafe leaves him reeling.

rafe wishes, fleetingly, that barry would be interested in marking him in ways that wouldn’t leave him in agonizing pain afterward.

but wishes never really do come true, do they?

barry finally places the gauze on rafe’s arm, carefully, then wraps it up in a sticky bandage. he looks up at rafe when he’s finished, finally not staring at the burn like it’s something fucking holy.

“you’re not in control,” rafe tells him, his voice trembling. “you’re not. just because you did this doesn’t- ”

“you damn right i did this,” barry hisses, lurching upright so he can tower over rafe.

it’s the only time he can, really, what with rafe being a walking skyscraper and all.

“i gave the pain, i took it away,” barry continues. “ain’t that control, princess?”

“no,” rafe argues, shaking his head furiously. “no.”

“what would you call it then, if you so damn smart?”

rafe glares up at him, gritting his teeth. “i don’t fucking know, sadism? narcissism?”

barry snorts, then leans down and plants both hands on either side of rafe’s head, boxing him in. “then we one in the same, rafe cameron.”

this is the part where they should angrily kiss, rafe thinks. but barry doesn’t kiss him. he just straddles rafe’s hips, pinning him down before closing the distance and sinking his teeth into rafe’s bottom lip.

rafe arches up into it, trying to tangle his fingers in barry’s hair, but barry just swats his hands away. when he pulls back, he runs his thumb over the teeth indents now decorating rafe’s bottom lip.

“i hate you,” rafe pants, staring up at barry, his pupils blown wide. “i’m gonna kill you, barry. i’ll slit your throat while you’re asleep in your shit trailer and you can die in your own filth. and i’ll like it.”

barry moves in again, biting down on rafe’s jugular. this time, he draws blood. it’s staining his teeth when he pulls back.

“not if i kill you first,” barry says, softly, like it’s a sweet promise and not a harsh threat. “in my shit trailer, where you’ll be sleeping, because you gonna come running back, rafe cameron. and you can die in my filth, all marked up by me, so everyone will know who you belonged to when they put yo’ stupid ass in the ground. six feet deep.”

rafe wants to argue, but that’s part of the problem. he wants too much with barry. and he knows he’s right. rafe will come running back, someday, some way, somehow. he will.

when barry climbs off of him, rafe feels like he’s lost a limb. he keeps losing things to barry. and this whole thing between them, it’s a death sentence. at least for one of them.

rafe shouldn’t feel emptied out, hollow and lifeless, when barry pushes open the window he’d come through and crawls back onto the roof.

barry turns back, just for a moment, to flash scarlet-stained teeth at rafe before speaking.

“see you soon, country club.”

[toshis-switch]

judge my sins | oikawa tooru x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: very suggestive but nothing explicit (implied femdom/sub!oikawa), fem!reader, royalty!au (prince oikawa and advisor y/n), infidelity, the reader is mean to his wife after his wife draws a knife on him lmaooo, cursing

i drew inspiration from his wife from m-word in @noya-sleftankle's poker face so if u want to imagine it as her be my guest

reblogs/replies are much appreciated esp with some feedback/comments!! <3 please take care of yourselves, take your meds, drink some water, have a snack or go to sleep :)

you know, that at the end of the night, that it’s you he’ll be thinking about, and you take that, using it to your advantage.

you are dressed to the nines, the long ball gown you adorn reaching the floor, yet the tasteful slit exposes more skin than usual. people try to talk you up, but you have, really, one true reason for being at the ball tonight. prince oikawa would stay in the palm of your hand whether he wanted to be there or not.

alas, he enters the ballroom with his betrothed, a girl from a neighboring kingdom, and wouldn’t know the difference between her left and right foot even if you told her. too arrogant for her own good despite having nothing to offer the world, she thinks that all of the eyes will be trained on her, when in reality, no one spares more than a millisecond in glancing in her direction, her fiancee included.

what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, though. and it’s not like she knows much at all.

you are the prince’s royal advisor, his right hand, the brains behind the operation.

the person whose name he moans at night. that’s you, no one else.

he makes his rounds with the ditzy girl glued to his arm, and when he reaches you, you sense the surprise at your gown and how you look exactly like the seductress he dreams of. you know him enough to notice how his gaze shifts for a millisecond before plastering on a fake smile.

“advisor y/l/n.”

you curtsy to both of them, but your body is mainly angled towards him, the action allowing him to sneak a peek under your low cut gown. you know he glances at it; after all, you are his, as he is yours.

“good evening, your highnesses. lovely to see you as well.” you smooth out your dress. “i hope you enjoy yourselves at the ball.”

“yes, this is wonderful,” he murmurs. “i hope to catch you for a waltz.”

“whatever pleases you, sir, i am obliged to follow.”

it’s ironic, the titles you use for him in public, knowing that the roles absolutely reverse behind closed doors. you are too alluring for him not to submit to. it’s a tragedy that you were not born into royalty, but at this point, he thanks the heavens that he still gets to feel your skin against his.

he and the princess walk away from you, though he spares you a glance over his shoulder as you take a sip from your flute of champagne.

the music starts, and it’s a slightly uptempo, but still moderately timed waltz. one of the princes from a neighboring kingdom (though, in some fashion, a rival one as well) takes you for a spin around the ballroom, the attention of the crowd in between the two of you and the crowned prince himself.

“prince sugawara, you had never told me that you were such a good dancer. i would have danced with you much sooner had i known.” you smirked at him.

“all things come in their time,” he teases back. “besides, most of the kingdom is watching the both of us. tonight is the biggest ball of the year, after all.”

“yes,” you affirm. “perhaps you’re not so bad after all, your highness.” you smile at him. you continue to dance for two more songs, before tooru decides that, yes, he had enough of seeing you with him.

“may i have a dance?” tooru murmurs. he ignores his betrothed's glare at the both of you, obviously wanting his attention. “prince sugawara.”

“prince oikawa.” sugawara nods. “wonderful ball we have here this evening.”

“yes, advisor y/l/n planned most of it, it ought to be good.” tooru nods at sugawara. “but i’m confident that you know that.”

“yes,” sugawara smirks. “wonderful job, advisor.”

“they are a fine asset to our kingdom.” tooru affirms. “let us go, advisor?”

“yes, your highness.” you go to take his arm, but sugawara, never one to miss a chance to mess with the other prince, pulls you towards him, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“i suspect some thanks is in order for that. alas, i simply wanted to see how our little prince fairs when i spend time with what is his.”

you pull him towards you, whispering in his ear that he is just as much yours as you are his, and that tooru knows that as well.

you curtsy towards sugawara, bidding him a good evening, before making your way back towards tooru, who has a scowl on his face.

“i don’t like to be kept waiting,” he says, taking you for a spin around the ballroom as the same waltz begins again.

“i know how impatient you are, my prince, but you need to wipe that scowl off of your face.” you squeeze his hand, hoping that your touch will make him ease up. it does, though just by a tad.

“are we still meeting tonight?”

“if you would like, my prince. my chambers are always open to you, after all.”

“about three quarters of the hour after the ball ends, i will be there.” he guides you for a spin, then moving you into a dip.

“careful there, your highness,” you smirk at him as he pulls you back upright. “you wouldn’t want anyone seeing more of me than you have, would you now, darling?”

“simply giving them a look at what they can’t have, love. fret not, for i am as much yours as you are mine, yes?”

“of course, your highness.”

never one to break a promise, tooru meets you at your quarters, and as your hand wraps around his neck while he fucks you, the red marks that will be left on his otherwise untainted skin will remind him that it is you he loves.

the next morning, after he slips away to retreat back to his betrothed, you kneel on the side of your bed to pray for forgiveness, and that whatever deity listens to your pleas knows not to judge you for your sins but for the contents of your heart.

what you also know, though, is that this won’t be the last time you’ll be praying for forgiveness. after all, it hasn’t stopped you from taking him again and again, has it?

as tooru’s wedding to the princess draws closer, though, you see him less and less. it doesn’t stop altogether, not until the day he is married. and after watching the prince get married to the princess, you let him pull you aside at the ball that follows.

“i’m afraid i cannot continue our situation, advisor.”

though this day was inevitable, you were still a bit taken aback and hurt. you shake it off, and smile at him.

“of course, sir. if you excuse me, i’d like to adjourn myself from the ball. i have some business with the neighboring kingdom.”

he raises an eyebrow at you. “what is it?”

“just some trade agreements to get in order with the prince. nothing out of the ordinary, i should be back by dawn tomorrow.”

oikawa clears his throat. “will you be seeing prince sugawara?”

“i may run into him, yes.” you fight to hide back a smirk. “we have some things to catch up on.” you curtsy to him. “if you excuse me, your bride is looking quite helpless over there. you must, uh, deal with that, i assume?”

he sighs as she struggles to walk in her big dress (one that she had, no doubt, chosen for herself) and runs to her aid with a plastic smile on his face. you duck out, sighing, but you also know he’ll come back. and you were never one to be wrong.

you could recognize his quick raps upon your wooden door any day, but you are alarmed, knowing that the guards must know that he is at your door. you open it for him, not having slept due to the fact that you had just gotten out of your bath.

he steps through the door without invitation. “good evening.”

you raise a brow at him. “very rude of you to intrude, sire. what is it?”

he turns to face you. “you know what i want.”

“tell me.” you don’t miss a beat, never one to let yourself be taken by surprise or seen vulnerable.

he takes a step closer to you. “you already know. i don’t want it to seem that i think less of you and have to say what is in between the lines.”

you smirk, looking at him in disdain. “spell it out for me, tooru. tell me how i am the only one that you want, that i’m the only one that can satisfy you, and that you belong to me.”

“no.”

“fine.” you motion towards the door with your eyes and a quirk of your head. “get out.”

“i am your king-”

“and what am i? who am i?”

the air is silent, poised with words unsaid and memories of the unholy things.

“you…” he takes another step closer to you. he caresses your cheek as you feel your back press against the cold stone wall of your palace chambers, but you both know who remains in control.

you’d never thought a king would kneel in front of you, especially in your own chambers, but he is on his knees, his head bowed like you were a deity sent to be in his presence, like he was unworthy to serve you, let alone be in your presence.

“you are the person who owns me, body, heart, mind and soul.” he murmurs to you. “and i am but your humble servant.”

“good. up, tooru.”

god, he was addicted to the way you said his name.

“be good for me.”

not once is he not touching your body that night, whether it be his hips, fingers, or tongue flush against your skin. it brings him to tears, the amount of pleasure he gets from just being around you. it astounds him, baffles him, even, how much power you have over him, but it’s where he feels the most alive.

when he is in your arms, fast asleep, you stare at the ceiling, asking the gods to judge your sins—you’re no longer afraid of what they could put against you.

you love him, after all.

his wife corners you the next day. you’re not surprised, considering her aggression and possessive nature. the kingdom may not see past her facade, but you see firsthand her monstrosity of a personality.

“what did you do with him?” she says, holding a dagger to your neck. you roll her eyes at her cheesy antics.

“you know what i did to him.” you smirk at her. “go ahead. put that knife in my neck. and never feel his touch ever again.”

her glare falters, her grip on her dagger loosening, and you take it out of her grasp.

“he will never need you like he needs me, never want you like he wants me, and never fuck you like he fucks me. you are disposable, and you will never be his.” you take her dagger with you as you walk to the other side of the castle to attend a meeting, but not before she attempts to tackle you. you merely take a step to the side as she faceplants on the floor. you look down at her desperation, wanting to make her plead.

“please…” she murmurs helplessly. “no more.”

you lean towards her on the ground.

a simple word of dissent falls from your lips as her tears begin to cascade.

“why?”

“because i can’t give away what’s mine, can i?”

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Teen Wolf Stranger Things AU.

Stiles is walking home from Scott’s house when he feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise. The streetlights overhead begin to flicker before the bulbs go out, immersing the street in darkness. Stiles turns around but he was too late.

He feels his legs being wrenched from beneath him, a cry tearing at his throat as he falls to the ground. He claws at the earth, his fingers raking across concrete and dirt as the creature drags him into the forest. He thrashes about and kicks himself free of the beast’s hold. He scrambles to his feet, stumbling as he ran as fast as he could away from the creature.

He feels the creature’s claws tear through his bag, pulling it from his back and tossing it aside before chasing after Stiles.

Stiles trips and falls down an incline, hitting the ground with a painful thud. He finds himself immersed in a world of darkness and decay, but he didn’t have the chance to dwell on his thoughts; the creature is closing in. He scrambles to his feet and runs.

The next morning, Claudia wakes up to find her son missing; his bed not slept in, his school books still sitting on his desk and his lacrosse gear by the door. She begins to panic and runs to the Sheriff’s office to tell them that Stiles is missing, but no one believes her because of her dementia. Sheriff Stilinski tries to calm his wife down and takes her home, promising that he’ll look for Stiles and telling her that there’s probably nothing to worry about; Stiles might have just slept over at Scott’s for the night.

Sheriff Stilinski goes to the school to look for his son, but he’s not there. He pulls Scott aside and asks him if he’s seen Stiles but Scott says he hasn’t seen him since he left to go home last night. Sheriff Stilinski begins to worry. He calls out a search party and rumours quickly spread that Stiles ran away from home. That is, until the search party stumbles upon something in the woods: Stiles’ backpack, torn and discarded.

Meanwhile, Claudia notices the lights around the house flickering as she moves between rooms. She has a haunting feeling that there’s something behind it. She clambers into the cupboard under the stairs, where Stiles used to hide when he was younger and scared, and pulls out a box full of Christmas decorations. She picks up a tangled mess of Christmas lights and holds them before her.

“Stiles,” she whispers weakly. “I don’t know what’s going on and it’s starting to scare me. The lines between reality and my waking nightmares are beginning to fade, so I’m hoping that I’m onto something here and not just losing my mind. So, if you can hear me, can you give me some sort of sign?”

For a moment, nothing happens. Claudia bows her head, her heart sinking as defeat and sorrow begins to settle in her chest. Then, suddenly, the cluster of lights burst to life.

Claudia lets out a sigh of relief but quickly composes herself. “Okay. Blink once for yes and twice for no, alright? Are you okay? Are you… alive?”

The lights blink. Once.

Her nerves begin to settle. “Do you know where you are?”

The lights blink twice.

“Hang on, I have an idea.” Claudia grabs the box of lights and pulls them into the living room, stringing them up over the walls and the roof. Colourful bulbs stream into the hallway and throughout the house. He grabs a marker and scrawls letters across the wall. Finished, she steps back and says, “Okay, Stiles, sweetie, talk to me. Tell me how I can help you. Tell me what I should do.”

The lights above the letters light up one by one. R. U. N.

Claudia’s heart skips a beat. All the lights in the room light up, strobing and buzzing with electricity.

She spins around, her eyes focused on the far wall. She’s frozen in place, watching as the plaster and wallpaper began to bubble and melt away, revealing a opaque grey barrier. Claudia creeps over to the wall, reaching out as her hand touches the flesh-like barrier.

Beyond it, she sees a figure running towards her. Stiles.

He frantically glanced over his shoulder before looking at his mum. His lips move around a word that she cannot hear, but she knows what it is.

“Run.”

Stiles takes off running, disappearing into the darkness as another figure draws near. This thing isn’t human. It throws itself at the wall, jagged claws and piercing teeth tearing through the fleshy barrier.

Claudia screams and runs out onto the street. She falls into a pair of arms, thrashing about as she tries to break free. Sheriff Stilinski holds her close, talking to her softly as he tries to calm her down enough to ask what’s wrong.

“It’s coming through the wall,” she mutters between broken sobs. “It’s coming through the wall.”

Sheriff Stilinski can’t help but feel anxious about this. He carefully ushers Claudia towards his deputy and tells him to look after her. He makes his way towards the house, pushing open then front door and stepping inside. It’s pitch black, the only light being that that seeps in through the front door. He makes his way down the hallway, his chest tight and his heart pounding against his ribs. He draws his gun and cocks it, holding his breath as he steps into the living room.

Nothing.

The walls are undamaged and the only thing that’s out of place is the mess of Christmas lights strung up around the house.

Sheriff Stilinski sighs and glances out into the front yard where his distressed wife is crying. Amidst her broken babbling and tears, he hears her say a name: “Stiles.”

Scott is beginning to worry about his friend, wanting nothing more than to be out there helping the sheriff’s department find Stiles. But Sheriff Stilinski had said that he should stay in school, just in case Stiles turned up. But that doesn’t put him at ease.

Everyone at school is staring at him and spreading rumours that Stiles has run away or, worse, that he’s dead. Scott tells them they’re wrong, but the only person who believes him is Allison.

The next day, they’re sitting together at lunch and Scott notices that the lights are flickering all over town.

“Maybe it has something to do with the electrical currents that flow through Beacon Hills,” Allison suggests.

“What?”

“Danny, Lydia and I were studying together and Danny’s writing an essay on the geographical electric currents that flow through Beacon Hills,” Allison explains.

“The lights were doing this around the time that Stiles disappeared,” Scott says. “Maybe it has something to do with it. We should ask Danny what he knows.”

Scott turns to leave when Allison catches his hand. “There’s one problem,” she says softly. “Danny’s in hospital.”

“What?”

“He was stabbed last night,” Allison tells him. “I mean, we can visit, but he might not be conscious.”

Scott lets out a dejected sigh. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

They go to visit Danny in hospital. He’s not conscious but Allison points out the backpack sitting by his bed. Scott crosses the room and begins to rifle through the textbooks, notebooks, and loose pieces of paper until he finds the essay.

“What are you doing?” Danny rasps, startling Scott.

He glances over his shoulder at Allison, both of them panicking.

“I’m not doing anything, Danny,” Scott replies “This is just a dream that you’re having.”

“Why are you going through my stuff?” he asks weakly.

“Right, but only in the dream,” Scott insists.

“Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?”

“I don’t know, Danny,” Scott replies. “It’s your dream. Take responsibility for it.”

Danny falls quiet again, asleep. That’s when Allison notices the gashes torn out of Derek’s stomach and arms.

“Scott, these aren’t stab wounds,” she whispers. “They’re too wide and irregular to have been made by a knife. The tearing looks more like a mauling, like he was slashed open by a bear or a wolf.”

“There hasn’t been wolves in Beacon Hills for sixty years,” Scott recited, remembering the strange fact Stiles had told him.

Their anxious suspicions begin to grow. They leave the hospital and drive back towards Scott’s house. Allison reads the essay to him as they drive and when they get to Scott’s house he prints off a map and marks out the electrical currents.

“There are points at which they converge,” Scott says. “On Church Street, heading towards the woods… That’s on the way to Stiles’ house.”

“They merge at the school too,” Allison pointed out. “That’s where Danny was last night when he was attacked.”

“So where else to they merge?” Scott asked, his eyes rolling over the picture.

“Here,” Allison points at the map.

Scott freezes. It’s Stiles’ house.

Scott and Allison rush to the Stilinski house, piecing things together. They arrive, ready for action: Scott wielding his mother’s baseball bat. They frantically try to explain everything they know to the Sheriff (Claudia’s not there, she was admitted to hospital after the earlier incident) and he begins to believe them.

Sheriff Stilinski gets a rifle, passing it to Allison as he readies himself to fight. 

They know what they have to do: they need to guard the rift or else the creature could get loose, or worse; it could catch Stiles as he tries to get out.

The rift opens and the creature breaks out. They fight back but guns don’t seem to work. The creature gets the upper hand, knocking Scott aside and pinning him to the ground.

Something else comes though the rift, grabbing Melissa’s bat as they charge forward. They swing and slam the creature over its head, stunning it.

Scott stares up at his saviour, breathing out a sigh of relief as he looks at his friend. “Stiles.”

Stiles grabs Scott’s arm and drags him to his feet, hurrying past the others and into the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of his father’s whiskey and a dish towel. He unscrews the lid and shoves the rag into the bottle until it’s partially soaked in alcohol; a make-shift Molotov cocktail. He grabs a lighter from the top draw and lights the other end of the cloth.

Stiles hurries into the other room and hurls the Molotov at the creature. The glass shatters and the liquor ignites. The creature is consumed by the roaring flames, scratching as its flesh boils away to nothing.

A strange quiet settles and it takes them a moment to realise that it’s over.

The next few days, they try to return to normality, try to pretend that Stiles never left or that they never saw the things they saw, but there’s one question that lingers in the back of their mind: Is the Stiles that came out of the rift the same Stiles that went in, or is he something different?

[zora-moyashi]

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Core

 "You see, the best part of a war, is the chaos, and Shatter here can take care of that for us." Blood smiled.

ZM

she smiles back as well but not completely sure if she's on board with this plan blood has just yet. she puts a hand out for shatter to help her up.

Core

Shatter accepts,

"Turn into Discord." Blood told Shatter

ZM

chara turns to watch shatter transform curious what discord is

Core

Shatter hesitated, before turning into a being that looked like olympia at first, but then became corrupted,

ZM

she takes a step forward and tilts her head. "are you okay? your form looks unstable."

Core

The new form had no visible mouth, and was navy blue in color with large white eyes. A white rib-pattern was on her chest.

ZM

she puts her hands on her hips thinking the form was quite a pretty one.

Core

Discord, as Blood had called her, looked at Chara. "Sorry, but that brat is off limits." Blood said

ZM

"yes an off limits brat I am" Chara says towards discord.

Core

Discord starts to leave, Blood following.

ZM

Chara does the same and looks up at blood "so where we going and what we doing?" she takes some leaves and roses off the ground

Core

"Well, Discord is probably looking for a victim, so we simply need to follow her, then we can have our fun." Blood purred.

ZM

"fair." as discord slowed seeming intrested in something Chara went closer to see what she's looking at

Core

There was a village nearby, Discord went to investigate.

ZM

the village didn't seem very populated but there were lights on visible through the windows.

Core

Discord was able to phase through the walls, soon Chara could hear screams.

ZM

she quickly goes up to a window looking through on her tippy toes before breaking the glass and hopping through the window

  Core

(pick above kinda shows Discord's 'mouth') Discord was biting down on a villager's shoulder.

ZM

chara’s eyes shine a bright red as a grin plasters her face. there was a little lava monster cowering under a table. Chara snuck around the corner to not be seen. lava dripped off of them as they shivered from the cold coming in from the window. she said "boo" behind them as they jump up Chara puts a foot on the monster and hits it with a glowing spear. it dusts instantly

she gives a chuckle picking up some of the dust and looking at discord

Core

Blood snickered watching the chaos of the village.

Discord had bitten off the person's head, before moving to the next house

ZM

Chara went a few houses ahead and killed about 4 her lv growing to 3. the familiar numbness starts to set in but once again her body has a gut reaction to stop this now. she thinks. how annoying it must have been for frisk to have a body that’s always working against you.

Core

The collar started to shock Discord, who clawed at it.

ZM

chara's perfectly content terrorizing the citizens and doesn't notice shatter's discomfort.

Core

Blood however does, she tries to break it, only to get her hand zapped.

ZM

after a couple monsters slip away from her and she doesn't feel like catching them she looks back other to blood and discord. she heads over. "we really should have got that off when we saw core..." she mumbles wondering how much of this shock she can take.

Core

Blood's hand reformed. "Looks like the b*stard knew I would try, but he won't kill her...." She hissed.

ZM

chara crosses her arms before forming a wedge from red magic and connecting it to the green/blue strings that she uses to hop from place to place. she carefully climbs up discord a little so she can reach her neck and tries her best to get the wedge between her neck and the collar.

Core

In return, Chara gets a nasty shock, actually enough to burn the skin.

ZM

she pulls her hand away quickly holding it in the other hand and glaring at the collar. she grunts and gets off of her. she turns to blood. "this sh*t is stupid. this gaster guy is 100% too powerful to make this and crazy multiverse creatures that can ruin worlds."

Core

"He didn't make me." Blood corrected, "nor did her 'make' shatter."

ZM

"i know he didn't make you" she reassures. "and what about shatter? he catch her or something?"

Core

"More like 'fix' her, she can't remember much, but she was nearly broken."

ZM

she squints "i see." "and you know all this how?" she takes some of the snow and puts it against her burnt hand.

Core

"Because I saw it, I do have a habit of spying."

ZM

(is discord still being shocked?)

Core

(it is dying down, but will shock if it sense any lv raise or exp gain.)

ZM

( yikes this'll be hard to get around) "i'm sure that's a blast snooping in other's business and all. you remind me a lot of my mom" she makes the snow into a ball and carries it. she steps up to discord again. to blood "do you know what started the shock?"

Core

"Knowing Gaster, he would have set to to exp gain, since Music likes to land thefinal blow, meaning Shatter wouldn't gain exp. Then again, based on the fact that he would have to choose an element that would actually not be used to level out the 'shock' and since it did more damage to me than you, and even more than that to Discord, chances are it is like Bug Buzz, but then again that is too obvious, and he could use something like dazzling gleam." Blood explained, showing that she was reather clever

ZM

chara thinks it makes sense and is still so happy that in the multiverse there are real pokemon that she could catch. that was always a dream of asy and her's. "alright let's pretend i'm a normal type because i'm as boring as you get, i'd take neutral damage for either fairy or bug, if i'm fire then for both it would be not effective which is probably the case seening my hand is still attached. so no pinning down which attack it is it seems." she shakes her head "THERE HAS TO BE SOME WAY TO GET THAT THING OFF"

ZM

"it's nothing but trouble"

Core

"Well,I knew that Gaster wasn't going to give up Shatter that easily, h*ll, he almost had a breakdown when I got close to killing her last time." Blood sighed

ZM

"how dumb, i hate this guy more and more anytime i hear something new about him" she shrugs. "either way, we should get going. you want to continue our little game here and leave discord so she doesn't get hurt or do you want to try to find wingdings? well i am assuming you can open portals ahah"

Core

"Well, I would, but I can't make portals, nor teleport, a perk of being me I guess." Blood sighed, "Though, sooner or later we'll get someone's attention, if you know what I mean." She said, referring to another star

ZM

"sounds like a plan" chara nods and heads back to where she saw those monsters run while also heading towards waterfall in the posses.

Core

Blood followed, her wings slowed her down when walking, but in the air she was like a bat from hell.

ZM

chara skips around looks like everyone's left snowed in except the few that she found after discord's shock. "stars oh staaars" she kicks around the snow making a little face in it. "where are you friends?"

Core

Blood chuckles at Chara's teasing,

Core

As the two traveled, Blood sensed something. "Hey, brat, we got another star nearby."

ZM

chara hops a couple times happily and looking at blood expectedly.

ZM

"yeah? where?" she flips her head around surveying the area

Core

"Can't tell exactly, but close, and she must be young, inexperienced." Blood smirked, landing in the snow

ZM

"are all stars girls?" she cocks her head to the side and throws the snow that got on her from blood's landing back at her.

Core

"The majority, males tend to kill each other, so there is that." (real reason is bc I can't draw boys) Blood explained, dodging the snow. She walked around the trees of snowdin.

ZM

(lol) chara does the same going another direction to cover more ground. she puts her arms behind her head relaxed slowly scanning the trees

Core

(decided to throw Techpath in since u said u liked her.) She noticed someone asleep in a tree, balanced on a large branch.

ZM

(cool >:3) with a glance to blood she see's she's spotted something. chara sneaks up behind some trees to get a better look.

Core

The sleeping star had red hair and purple swiggle streaks under her eyes, besides that she looked human. Blood snuck up

ZM

chara climbs the tree opposite to those two and watched in amusement.

Core

Blood decided just a quick kill was too easy, so she cut off the branch with her claws. The star woke up and immediately teleported.

ZM

"nice going blood" she teases and bounces off of her branch

Core

Blood moved quickly as the Star tried to attack from behind, hissing.

ZM

chara giggles and joins in going in to hit the star in the back of her head with the hammer she made.

Core

The Star spun around, grabbing the head of the mallet. She did seem young, like early teens, were as Blood and Music look like to be around twenty or so.

ZM

"how'd you notice me!" She whines. She snaps the hammer away from her and takes a stance for defense

Core

"I don't have to answer to you.

" Techpath hissed, her right arm shifting into a gun like mettaton NEO has.

ZM

chara makes a face pushing her arm up pointing at the sky. "maybe not but isn't a little conversation before you die for the best for everyone?" she grins happily.

Core

Blood had snuck behind Techpath while Chara had distracted her, digging claws into Techpath's arm, which was revealed to be mechanical.

ZM

"well that's just unfair now isn't it? you better not have 999 defense like mettaton." she shrugs quickly slipping under techpath and easily wrapped one of her feet in a magic trap pulling it with her trying to trip her.

Core

Techpath growled at this, her fingertips on her other arm turning to plasma torches. Blood chuckled, "seems your based on that cyborg, aren't you?"

ZM

"I'd say that's a given." chara agrees. "gonna fight back or are we gonna rip off your arms little star?"

Core

She cut the trap with the plasma torches, before jumping up into the trees.

ZM

"that's not fighting back you know~" she keeps an eye on her to keep safe "we want to leave this universe, we have places to be, if you help maybe we won't kill you, who knows"

Core

(i drew some images from ideas from this rp, gonna try and send them to u)

First is an idea I have for later, and second is an update I did on Techpath)

"Like I will believe that a Genocide star would let me go." Techpath hissed.

ZM

(yay! i'm excited~) "haha" she gives a genuine smile. "you'd be surprised." she relaxes a bit "and come on, i wasn't the one that started the f***ing genocide that pride is alllll for frisk."

Core

"She's not calling you a Genocide Star, that honor belongs to me." Blood told Chara, Techpath jumped down, cutting Blood's arm off with the plasma torches, but to her dismay, it just came right back.

ZM

"hey that would make more sense" she laughs at her own stupidity. "well in that case just help us because you're dying if you don't but there's only a chance you're dying if you help." "clearly you realize how strong blood is.

Core

Techpath hissed slightly before growling. "fine."

ZM

"cool!" she puts her arms behind her back. "as you can tell, I know nothing, so are you capable to hop worlds?"

Core

"all true stars are." Techpath said. hissing softly.

ZM

"i wouldn't piss her off if i were you but" she shrugs. "we want to take shatter" she points in the vague direction of her "and find her gaster that's been ruining her life."

Core

Blood laughed, "Not anymore, brat." She smirked.

ZM

"look blood, we just want this one thing" she looks up to her a little sad. "you can wreak havoc all over the multiverse after we get shatter free."

Core

Blood looked at Chara. "Since when did you think you were the one in charge?"

ZM

"never in all honesty" she smiles.

"I'm waaaaay out of my league"

Core

"Good, now come on, I do have a bit of a score to settle." Blood said, making the ground spike up, killing Techpath.

ZM

"bloooood" chara whines. "she was cooperating why'd you do that?"

she starts to follow blood

Core

"Felt like it," Blood purred, headed to the ruins, more specifically, the hole.

ZM

chara lets out an irritated sigh and folds her arms looking up at the sun hitting down on the roses below them.

Core

Blood opened up her wings before grabbing Chara's arm, flying out of the underground.

ZM

she would ask where they're going or what they're doing but she finds it pointless by this point. she holds onto blood tightly.

Core

When they land, Chara heard someone who sounded exactly like Blood. "If it isn't the glitch." Blood just smirked, :

"Hello, Squid."

ZM

Chara turns to greet the new voice while tapping a foot to the ground. she looks up to blood trying to read her face if they're gonna kill this lady or if she's gonna help them with whatever plan blood has

Core

There was a person who looked identical to Blood, the only difference being that her eyes changed colors and her feathers were well kept.

ZM

she looks up at blood "evil twin i presume?"

Core

"More like corrupted file." The look alike hissed at Blood.

ZM

"seems like the same thing to me sister" she smiles at the look alike

Core

Blood smirked. The look alike had a cold expression, void of emotion. "Why do you have the original fallen human with you" she asked Blood

"Why the hell not?"

ZM

chara nods in agreement to blood

Core

the look alike growled slightly. "who knew that excessive amounts of lv would also lower ones intelligence."

ZM

she laughs to that. "that's a new one." "so i assume you think you're the original file out of you two?" asking the look alike.

Core

"I know I am, mainly because the creator made me three years, their time before they made Blood." The look alike said

ZM

"how do you know that? you talk to your creator?"

Core

"yes, as a matter of fact I do." The look alike said, Blood growled at this somewhat.

ZM

chara glances at blood and thinks to herself 'looks like these two have parent problems' with a shrug she continues " well we're here to settle a score, blood likes to leave me in the dark so i don't know much. BUT sense you seem reasonable enough you should help me convince blood to help my friend shatter." she knows this won't help anything but with how helpless she feels around here she thinks she might as well ask.

Core

"You really wanna try and settle the score?" The look alike said, glaring at Blood. "and if so, after that I will go help Shatter."

ZM

"HA! cool~!" she seems pleased.

Core

Blood growled, getting ready to attack the look alike.

ZM

chara takes a step out of their way ready to watch this fight, having no intention to get involved

Core

Blood shot towards the look alike who immediately turned into a liquid. avoiding any damage.

ZM

chara sat on the floor impressed with their speeds

Core

The look alike's eyes glowed as the ground morphed into a creature.

ZM

chara's jaw drops and puts her hands on her face while mumbling to herself how pretty the creature is.

Core

Blood hisses as the creature had her leg in it's jaws. The look alike took the chance, she grabbed chara and teleported.

ZM

chara's head spins for a second after the teleportation. she shakes it off and looks at the look alike. "ummm?" she slides away from her grip a bit.

Core

They were at where Shatter, or rather discord was.

ZM

chara blinks. "shouldn't you actually finish the fight? i bet blood won't be very happy you skipped out" she walks up to discord and looks at the collar again.

Core

"there is no point to that, we have next to identical statistics." She said.

Shatter saw Chara, "I-it doesn't hurt anymore if that's what you are worried about..

ZM

chara looks up at shatter still worried. "if you're sure..." chara sighs and looks to the look alike. "she's gonna help us get to gaster it seems," she turns to her "i'm sorry what's your name?"

Core

"I-3. but I like the name Ink better, and yes I am well aware that there is another 'ink' but I don't care."

ZM

she giggles "hey hey, i am no multiverse traveler so it's not a problem for me. you can teleport unlike blood i see, i think we should leave before she tries to find usss." she says nervously.

Core

"Well, she actually can sense where I am at all times, so she knows where we are." Ink said. Shatter got to her feet, the skin on her neck slightly burnt from the reaction

Core

Ink saw Shatter's neck. "you good?"

Core

"It stings a bit," Shatter answered

ZM

chara shakes her head. "alright if that's the case then i say we leave as soon as possible none the less so she doesn't come for us while we're still in the same au" chara looks to shatter and thinks about music for a second. wondering what she'll do if she loses shatter too. if only ink or blood are left ... she frowns

Core

Shatter opens a portal, to what Chara can recognize as Gaster's lab. Ink flinched for a second at the sight. Shatter sighed. "You aren't gonna come, are you, Ink."Ink shook her head

ZM

chara looks to shatter "do you really think we could take him out just the two of us?" back to ink "i think we really need your help ink."

Core

Shatter agreed with Chara. "I know I can't force you, but, maybe beating him would help put you to ease a bit?" Shatter offered

Ink didn't seem sure at all. "I....don't think that's a good idea....he knows my battle patterns, he knows how i think...."

ZM

"knowledge isn't everything, you can always try to switch up your fighting style as well." she shrugs

Core

"fine, I guess I don't have much to lose." Ink sighed going through the portal

ZM

"that was easier than expected." she hops threw the portal too spinning a knife in her hand.

Core

Shatter was the last to go through. As soon as Ink had gone through the portal, her feathers fluffed up a bit, showing she was nervous

ZM

the part of the lab they were in was dark with a blinking light at the end of the hallway. chara pats ink on the back roughly for support and goes to check the area better.

Core

Ink seemed skittish, Shatter checked around as well.

ZM

besides some tubes with some sorts of life forms it's a pretty normal lab all things considered. "shatterrr where do you think he'd be?:

Shatter was about to answer when a hand grabbed her shoulder. "I see you have brought company, my dear." Ink backed away, her eyes turning purple

chara flips her attention and instantly slashes at the voice's owner not caring who it was and not wanting to take any chances.

Core

Her blade was caught in between two skeleton-like fingers, she saw Gaster, as a smirk grew on his face. "My, my, seems one of the guests are quite rude." He said, Ink seemed too nervous to attack. Shatter got to Ink and got her to remove the collar.

ZM

"eh, you could say that" she breaks the knife into shards and reforms another one. "but you're a trashy person. no need for pleasantries my friend~"

Core

Shatter turned into the cat creature Ink had used to distract Blood, Gaster looked to Shatter. "A thanator, is that truly necessary?" He said, summoning large gbs (gaster blasters)

ZM

she hops onto one of the blasters and slashes through the skull and hitting the magic that lights it's eyes making it flicker and fall to the ground.

Core

One fired, Ink blocking it with her wing, taking no damage. Shatter circled, dodging if necessary. Gaster moved his attention to Ink. "I must say, I am shocked to see you, here of all places."

ZM

"oh don't think so highly of yourself G, Ink's not scared of you" she gets down from the blaster that is now only dust and heads to the next one.

Core

A different one grabbed Chara. "Of course she isn't, I designed her not to feel emotions." Gaster said. "Though, it is quite curious that she does seemed unnerved."

"Shut it!" Ink hissed.

ZM

chara squirms in its jaws and manages to get a foot between the lower jaw and herself and pushes up only to be snapped back down again harder. she makes a quiet hurt sound and her soul shakes

Core

Shatter attacked the gb, freeing Chara, and keeping over her. The 'thanator was at least twelve feet tall at the shoulder, so keeping chara underneath was easy enough. Ink shot towards Gaster, trying to use her wings as weapons.

 ZM

chara takes a gulp of air and gets to her feet staring down gaster and ink looking for some kind of opening to start her attack again.

Core

Gaster didn't seem to be taking any damage from Ink's attack

ZM

chara couldn't just watch even though she was still a bit shaken up. she threw a ball of magic at gaster that stuck on impact like a bur before gaster could get it off it exploded burning him a little bit .

Core

He growled at this slightly, before Ink turned herself into a ball of spikes.

ZM

chara goes 'ooo' watching ink collide with gaster

Core

Ink was fast, turning herself into liquid when needed to avoid any damage.

ZM

chara looks up at shatter wondering what they should do

Core

Shatter didn't seem to be too sure herself. Ink bit down into Gaster's shoulder, her jaws locking in place.

Core

Gaster grabbed the back of Ink's neck, which was hidden under a scarf, and for a good reason too. Her spine was above her skin making it vulnerable, she released the bite, trying to pry Gaster's hands off

ZM

chara shakes her head to clear it and goes to aid ink. she jumps onto gaster's back and pulls back on his head and then going in to slash at his 'neck'

Core

Gaster released Ink, who quickly fixed her scarf, he then turned Chara's soul blue and 'threw' her to the wall.

ZM

she slides down against the wall "ow." she rubs her head

Core

Shatter attacked Gaster, getting hit by a blue attack as well. "Damn it Ink! stop holding back!" Shatter hissed at the winged star.

ZM

chara laughed at that, the pain pushing the laughs out instead of crying. she stumbles to her feet leaning on the wall. "SHATTER’S RIGHT INK YOU WANNA DIE OR SOMETHIN?"

Core

Ink growled, black starting to cover her body.

ZM

chara looks interested and is reminded of that story she read about nightmare and dream.

Ink quickly got back as six insect like limbs came from her back, her eyes and mouth glowing a light purple.

ZM

(i like OuO)

"that's niffty~ i hope she can control herself in that form though..." she seems unsure.

Core

(blood is the one that is pinned in the pic btw) Shatter looked at 'Ink', seeming to piece things together. GAster backed up in supposedly shock, before summoning gbs

ZM

( i suspected as much) "you know something i don't about ink, shatter?" she have enough DT to make a save star and start to heal.

Core

"That's not Ink....that is defiantly not Ink....that's why she could teleport..." Shatter mumbled. "That's f*cking Vantablack...."

ZM

"ooo, well shit." she isn't happy she's been tricked again. "i read about vanta a little bit, it's kinda just nightmare right? taking over ink?" she is getting irritated by this point.

Core

"Eh, close enough, though Vanta is more like a parasite..." Shatter said, before she saw that Vantablack had bitten into Gaster's neck.

ZM

"get dunked on G!" she shouts playfuly but doesn't think that could be a good thing if vanta took over gaster.

Core

Vantablack tears Gaster to shreds, before he turned to dust. Shatter got infront of Chara.

ZM

"what you doing i wanna watch!" she peaks around to watch again.

Core

"i don't want you to get on her menu," Shatter whisper-hissed.

ZM

chara makes a quiet grumble folding her arms and steps back accepting it.

Core

Vantablack looked at the two, "aw, don't tell me your scared~"

"I'm not falling for your games, Vanta." Shatter hissed

ZM

chara leans against shatter " you WISH we were scared hon."

Core

Vanta actually started to laugh at Chara's remark. "My, you surely are something else, I don't know where Shatter must have gotten you from." She snickered

ZM

"touché," she couldn't help but smile

Core

Vanta black warped away. Shatter sighed, sitting on the floor.

ZM

"huh." she sits as well looking up at shatter. "that was strange." "but hey, gaster's gone right?" she starts drawing with her finger on the floor with the dust.

Core

"Can just, i dunno get one day where I don't have to question everything? is that too much to ask?"

ZM

"clearly it is." she leans against shatter "what are you questioning now though? I thought we were on the right track?"

Core

"Yeah well, I just don't know how Vanta could hide herself as Ink so well."

ZM

"i'd say it was impressive but i don't even know ink so pff" she shrugs

Core

"Is it cool with you if I just want to rest for a bit?"

ZM

"i mean i guess? are you feeling okay?" she finishes her drawing of frisk in the dust

Core

"Yeah, just kinda burned up, you know?"

ZM

"hmm" she stands up and starts wandering the room "if that's what you want." she runs her fingers along the wall

Core

Shatter pulled up her hood and fell asleep, leaving Chara in the hall by herself

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