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flying-nightwing · 5 months

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Moonlight by the Docks (And They Say Romance is Dead) - Slade Wilson

Hi. It's been a while. But guess fucking what babes, I'm pulling all the stops to be forgiven. It's been more than a YEAR in the making, and mark my word it probably won't happen again so take it all in, but here is the Deathstroke smut a LOT of you have been wanting. Y'all, this is the long awaited sequel to Tango à Deux. Please forgive me?

(it's technically a sequel but can be read as a standalone if you accept that batsis and Slade already know each other)

Also, enjoy!

Pairing: Slade Wilson x Nightshade!Batsis

Word count: 4721

Warnings: violence, death/killing unnamed NPC, porn with plot, dirty talk (lots of it), unprotected sex, p in v, batsis and deathstroke fighting for dominance (NO classic dom/sub dynamics bc that's a pass for me), more dirty talk, body fluid, kinky shit, creampie, biting, rubbing, rough sex, reference to voyeurism, major praise kink, everything is extremely consenting and willing by both ADULT parties, might have missed something but I think if you made it this far you're into it.

Have fun ;)

“Nightshade, status”

You barely heard Batman's hushed check in as you barrelled into a boarded up window, breaking the moulding wood with your shoulders and rolling out of the building as bullets rained over you. You wasted no time getting back on your feet, starting to sprint away from the semi automatic rifles rapid firing in your direction.

“Nightshade, status?”

“JUST A MINUTE” You yelled as you dived behind a large container, flinching at the sound of the bullets hitting the metal and ringing loud into your head. “Fucking fuck shit”

“What's going on?” Batman's voice grew agitated despite remaining a low hiss. “Talk to me Nightshade”

“Wrong fucking intel!” You replied as you jumped on your feet again, taking advantage of the opportunity window their reloading gave you to run across the dockyard to find better cover. “It's happening now! There's at least twenty guys here, all trained and armed to the teeth. And they're all on my ass right now”

What was supposed to be a simple recon mission with a possibility of stealth takedown op turned into a giant mess at the first opportunity. The second you slipped into the warehouse, you quickly realized that the three guards on shift that you had been briefed about was, in fact, a small militia that was ready to be deployed on some combat mission, or that's what you believed was being said before you got made.

You would have also liked to know in advance that the building was littered with state of the art tripwires, movement detectors and heat sensors. Alas, you had gone in believing it was just a normal warehouse, and you had realized a moment too late you had triggered pretty much every alarm on the upper floor and very much alerted the militia of your presence.

“Tell me your position, I'm coming”

Your eyes went to the containers around you, taking as much information as you could without slowing down. Going into the maze of old containers was a great idea until you had to describe your surroundings. “I'm westbound, but those crates all look the same, B”

“On my way”

You ducked as much as you could to make yourself smaller as the symphony of bullets bouncing on the metal caught up to you. You took a hard left, trying to remember which way was more likely to not end up with a dead end, then went to your right. You could hear them shout, not giving up the chase, but you still tempted a look over your shoulder. They weren't on you yet. You faced forward and picked up some speed, rounding the corner towards the darkest and narrowest path to the left.

Before your eyes could even adjust to the shadows cast by the containers, your feet lifted off the ground and a large gloved hand was slapped tight on your mouth. On instinct, you began trashing to get away before your back was pulled flush against a hard armoured chest with a strong arm locking your waist against it.

“Quiet, little bird”

The militia paused at the crossroad, then after a string of barked orders, turned right. At the same time, your brain took in the orange and dark grey of the armour around you and pieced it with that voice you couldn’t mistake for anyone else's. You stopped struggling, yet, he didn’t release you. His hand was still firmly cupping your jaw while you could feel his other arm flex around your waist.

He tsked as the echoes of the yells grew more distant. “Once again getting in my way. What will I do with you now?”

You replied something, but it was muffled by his glove. You reached up and pulled his hand down, but he still let it linger on your neck once your mouth was free. You felt a bit weak in the knees and cursed yourself for getting turned on so easily, and even more for your next words. “Hopefully finish what you started last time if you’re not a coward”

Oh, that was so not the thing to say right now. You felt his hand around your neck tighten enough to be noticeable, but still loose enough for you to weigh your next words carefully. The yells once again grew closer, telling you the militia found a dead end and were backtracking towards your position.

“Do you really want to do this right now?” His voice was so close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. As much as pouncing on him right there and then was generating divine images in your brain, you were still being hunted down by an enemy who’d be on you much sooner than later. And well, if you died riding Deathstroke, Bruce would bring you back to life just to kill you himself, his own code be damned.

“As much as I wanna say yes,” You breathed back. “This bunch of angry men want me dead, so I believe the smart thing would be to deal with them first”

He released you. “Alright then. I’ll be here”

Your feet were fully back on the ground and you turned around to face him. Wow. You had been so right in your assumption that his other suit–namely, the one he was currently wearing–would be hotter on him. Even in the dark, he looked positively glorious and mighty delicious in all that armour, and with a small armoury worth of weapons strapped all over his, big, strong, menacing body–

You forced yourself to calm your thoughts down. “A little help would be appreciated”

“Why?” You couldn’t see his face, but you just knew it was full of smug arrogance. “I’ve got my own mission here. Who says they're part of it?”

You glanced in the direction of the ever growing noise, then back to him. “C'mon, I'm literally about to have sex with you, the least you could do is make sure I'm alive for it”

He sighed loudly. “I suppose you make a compelling point”

The militia rounded the corner and spotted you as Slade stepped between their fire and you. In one swift movement, he pulled out his sword and twirled it in his hand, as if provoking the armed men in front of him. For a moment, he just stood there, shielding you from the onslaught of bullets suddenly incoming your way. They all bounced on the front of Slade’s armour, painting him off as some kind of god of war, and you couldn’t help but gawk at the sight. You were so caught onto just how hot he looked that you almost didn’t register him springing into action and starting to cut through the group.

You reached for your karambit blades in your thigh straps and followed him in, making sure not to stray too far from his shadow to keep your cover from the fire.

You waited for the reload to duck under his arm, sliding on your knees in a spin and slicing the tendons of two men. That sent them straight into the path of Slade's swords, adding to the bloodshed. You swiftly returned behind him as another round of bullet was fired, but by the sound alone, the number of gunmen was plummeting.

The next reload came and you once again stepped away from him as he brought his two swords down onto some poor son of a bitch. You noticed a knife coming down and aiming for the small opening between his suit and his mask, so you sprung into action.

Literally.

You used his propped up knee to propel yourself up and jump onto the guys' shoulders, gripping onto him by squeezing your thighs around his skull. He tried to get you off of him by spinning and thrashing like a mechanical bull, but you held on tight. He was getting desperate to throw you off as pressure grew around his head, lifting his knife in the air to stab your leg. You were faster however, reacting on instinct and plunging your karambits into his neck.

He began sputtering as he tried to claw at his throat, blood squirting out of his artery and onto your suit. He dropped down to his knees and you got off, only then noticing he had been the last one standing. Key word, had been. He fell down on the floor in a puddle of his own blood as you observed him. Then, you felt like you were being watched intensely.

You trailed your gaze up to see Slade on his feet and unmoving among the carnage he had mostly caused. You couldn't help the thoughts that flashed into your mind, or the way your body reacted to it. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, wondering what the hell was wrong with you.

Because somehow, you found it fucking hot.

And the fact that he did all of that just to get a taste of you? Yeah that did it. You completely switched your brain off as your feet took determined steps to him, quickly closing the distance to him and paying no mind to the bodies littering the floor. The second you were in front of him, you ripped his mask off and kissed him hard.

And he was ready for you. Without a single after thought of hesitation, his gloved hand yanked your hood back and cupped your neck, dragging you back in the shadows with him.

Just like the first time you sneaked out in a quiet place to make out, his lips were rough and insistent on yours. His hands were busy mapping your body, gripping your hips tight as he pushed you back onto the metal of the container. Like a reflex, his fingers seeked your back for a zipper, but found none. He kept searching for the proper way to undo your suit, until he pulled back with a glare of frustration.

You rolled your eyes. “I'll take care of mine, take care of yours”

Of course it was hard to figure out, it was made as such. But telling him that would only push him to try and get it and you weren't nearly patient enough right now to nurse his ego.

In practiced motions, you undid your belt and unclasped several buckles that held the top part of your suit to the bottom. You barely had the time to pop off the button of the waistband that you were pushed once again on the cold metal, a much larger hand quickly replacing yours.

Your pants were quickly undone and his hand slid down your stomach, reaching their destination with haste. You gasped as his calloused fingers began working on your clit, rubbing it in circles at a pace that was both tortuously slow and absolutely fantastic. His free hand slapped on your mouth just as you let out a moan that would have definitely bounced around the whole shipyard.

He tsked. “As much as I would like to hear you, I'd rather not get interrupted by another armed militia. You'd agree, wouldn't you?”

Your breath shuddered and you nodded. Still, his hand didn't go away.

He gave you a smug smirk. “I'll keep it there just in case”

You didn't even think about arguing, instead, you squeezed his forearm to encourage him to keep going. His fingers expertly worked you, alternating between pressure and friction and making your eyes roll back into your skull. Your hips followed his movements, chasing more friction from the fabric of his glove. You were greedy for him, for his hands, for his body. All you wanted to do is take, take and take, and luckily for you, he seemed more than happy to give it all to you and more.

“That's it little bird, fly for me”

His hand moved just right with his words, and you couldn't do anything else to obey his command. You let go and came harder than you had in years, your vision going completely white for a second. Good thing his hand was muffling your voice, otherwise you were sure the whole city would have heard your scream bouncing from the dock.

When he was certain your whimpers had quieted to an acceptable level, he took off his hand from your mouth and caressed the side of your head. “I think I like you like this” He hummed. “Being a good girl for me”

You were already half coherent from your orgasm, but him calling you a good girl like this, even if it was most likely condescending, was definitely getting you worked up for round two. “Fuck, if this is what you give me every time, I'll be whatever you want”

Oh yeah, you were NOT thinking with your brain at the moment.

And the groan coming from him did not help calm down your heartbeat. And judging by how his entire body flexed along, you could only figure out those words of your equally turned him on, creating a feedback loop that threatened to keep you here with him until well past sunrise.

Like a man starved, he shoved you back into the wall with his whole body, pinning your naked hips with his. You took in a sharp breath when his hard cock rubbed against your sensitive clit, spreading your orgasm all over his pants. Before you can make any more noises, his lips were on yours, reclaiming back with interest his dues from the previous ride. The grinding of his hips against yours drove you delirious and made you forget everything that wasn't about him right now.

He reached between his body and yours and pulled out his cock, letting it bounce on his chest piece and stand proud, already glistening with precum. Just like the rest of him, he was huge. Good thing you had a whole waterpark going down there, otherwise he would never have fitted. He snaked his arms around your thighs and put his hands on your ass, then hoisted you up like you weighed nothing more than a feather.

“Not one drop on this suit” You warned breathlessly as he lined himself with you.

“What, no more ruining your clothes?” He raised a teasing eyebrow.

“That dress was worth pocket change compared to this” You replied, eyelids half open as you forced the moment of clarity. “Buying me a new one would have you file for bankruptcy”

“Fine, no stain whatsoever” He drawled out, leaning into your space once again and ghosting his lips on your ear. “Will you be my good girl and take it all inside then?”

The spell you had broken returned tenfold over you as your knees buckled. It took you several seconds to find your voice and prepare an answer that wouldn't be an embarrassingly loud moan. “If I say yes, will you get going?”

The pressure from his tip at your entrance alone made you whimper in absolute delight. This is what had been peeking more and more often in your naughty dreams ever since you met, and more often than not they ended with your hand doing what you now knew was a mediocre impression of his.

Slowly, he lowered you into him until you couldn't go further down. You were so full of him it was literally impossible to think about anything other than the pressure between your legs and the massive cock impaling you. That too, had been greatly underestimated by your imagination. Nothing would have done the real thing justice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him just a little bit deeper, and it took all of his restraint not to start fucking you like an animal after that.

“Fuck little bird,” He said, his voice low and rough. You hadn't started moving yet, but a quick squeeze around him made him let out a low grunt that you would definitely replay in your head later on. “You always take ‘em that easy?”

“I think that's only you,” Feeling bold at how much he tried to act tough about it, you decided to return the favour. You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses up until you reached his ear. “Maybe your little bird has just been dreaming about getting railed by the big bad wolf one night too many to give him any resistance”

He switched his hands from your ass to your waist and pushed you back roughly on the wall. The angle changed and stars flashed in your vision for a moment.

“Why don't you tell me about those dreams?” His words were demands and he started moving inside of you, hips thrusting forward in a tortuously slow movement. Yet, it made your body sing along, meeting him halfway.

“It always starts with you dragging me off to a dark secluded place after I said some shit to get you hard” You smiled as he kept hitting the right spot. Your focus on his questing was a lifeline you gripped with all you had not to just become some fucked out doll for him. You intended to make him work a little more before getting to this point.

He gave you a particular hard thrust that made you gasp for air. “Keep going on, little bird” He grunted in your ear.

“And then– Fuck” You threw your head back on the wall. He wasted no time claiming your open neck, grazing his teeth on the skin. “No marks either”

You could practically feel him rolling his eyes, but he backed off with the teeth and kept going on with his lips. “And then what?”

“And then we rile each other up properly” You smirked as you threaded your hand in his hair and gripped hard. The low reverberating moan that came out of him combined with the very obvious twitching of his dick inside of you nearly made you finish right here and there. “Your head between my legs, taking good care of me…”

His thrusts definitely picked up speed as your words hit their mark. He did nip your neck at the moment, but it was light enough that you let it fly.

“Then when you show that you know how to warm me up, I'd get down on my knees–” That made his hips jut forward and hit a deep spot in you that made you moan like a whore. “Maybe– Maybe even let you fuck my face if your tongue made me cum hard enough–”

“Fuck, who knew Gotham's little princess had such a dirty mouth on her, huh?” He straightened up and returned his glove to your oversensitive clit, brushing it hard enough to catch your voice in your throat. “What would everybody think if they saw you so eager to be my good little fuck toy?”

That would be a proper scandal indeed.

“I don't care what they'd think” You managed to mumble. It was getting harder to keep your mind sharp now that he had begun rubbing you again. “They can even watch, as long as they don't interrupt”

You should have kept your damn mouth shut, you realized seconds later. You had obviously called irony upon yourself just by speaking the words.

“Nightshade?”

It was like you were suddenly doused with a bucket of ice water. You grew rigid as your earpiece came to life with probably the last voice you wanted to hear right now. Your eyes slowly widened as you remembered that your father was on his way to be your backup. And him walking in on you and Slade wouldn't be as low key as it had been with your brothers. There would be bloodshed.

Slade obviously noticed your change of attitude and paused his thrusts. You dreadfully raised your hand to your comm and double tapped it to turn on the mic.

“B?”

It took a few seconds for Slade to understand what was going on, and the shit eating grin he gave you told you he definitely wouldn't make the next step easy. With his good eye never leaving your face, he began thrusting again, challenging your murderous glare.

“I got delayed by another armed group in the shipyard,” He explained. “I’m on my way now. Where are you?”

You thanked whatever divine intervention that put obstacles on his way, because you had totally forgotten about him once you had caught sight of Slade. You were in an uncomfortable situation, but not as much as if he had walked on you. You took a moment to come up with a good enough excuse to keep him away just a little bit longer for you to get out of this mess. In the meanwhile, Slade still kept at it, obviously trying to make you slip. “Um, I–” You coughed to hide a gasp as he hit you deep.

‘Fuck you’ you mouthed to Slade, which he replied in the same fashion, ‘Already am’. That fucker.

“Nightshade, what’s going on?”

You could have killed him right there if he hadn’t been doing it so right.

“Nightshade?”

“Yep, uh,” You took a deep breath and got a hold of yourself. Batman was getting impatient and you had to start being credible. You made a show of coughing exaggeratedly before speaking your next words, your eyes never leaving Slade's. “Just got sucker punched. It's fine though, it just took me by surprise. T'was nothing but a weak shot”

Slade’s smug expression faltered just a little, and you gave him your own version of the shit eating grin he was no longer giving you.

“Ok, where are you now?”

“I've backtracked and now Northbound, but I’ve got it under control” You took the opportunity of your previous lie to breathe deeply and counter some of the absolutely not family-friendly noises that were threatening to come out of your mouth instead of words. “But I’m not the only one here–” Deep breath. “I was being chased, and then I wasn’t. Only a couple of guys kept my trail… Somebody is picking out targets here. I think it would be smarter to fall back on the meetup point and recon”

“... Are you sure?”

“Positive” The word came out short and dry. “I think they might have done the same”

“Alright, I’ll reroute”

“I’ll catch up to you” You managed to say without tripping. “Nightshade out”

You made sure your comm was definitely off before hitting Slade on the chest. He only let out a quiet chuckle at what most likely felt like a breeze to him. “Asshole”

He leaned forward and rested his whole forearm on the container behind you, then thrust up. The new angle had you rolling your eyes in your skull, seeing black and orange stars in the blur of your vision. “Gotta make you pay somehow for all that work you made me do”

“As if you haven’t enjoyed it– oh”

He resumed his pace from before the untimely interruption, effectively cutting off your train of thoughts. “Now little bird, I believe you have somewhere else to be. Such a shame I don't have time to make you beg for it”

“Mhhfp, fine” You muttered as your arms went back around his neck. “Just because you have been quite compliant with my demands–”

He seemed confused for a second, until you pulled yourself up and nuzzled against his neck, letting out your prettiest little moans every time his hips hit yours. With your voice low enough just for him to hear, you gave him what he wanted.

“Please Slade, I need it” The out of rhythm thrusts and the low grunt that you felt through his chest told you everything you needed to know. “I need your cum inside of me, fuck your cum into your good girl”

He slapped a hand on the wall behind you and wrapped his other arm around your waist, moving you faster up and down with his own thrusts forward. He grunted louder and louder in your ear, getting closer to his release. You had no idea if it was the begging or his reaction to it that turned you on, but you were getting pretty close as well.

“Fuck, little bird” His voice was rough and low, and you couldn't help the nip to his throat instead of something louder. “I'll ruin you– I'll fucking ruin you”

“Please ruin me” You whined, feeling the familiar crescendo of your orgasm build. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, please, I'm so close, please don't stop”

“C'mon, be a good girl and cum for me”

He drove you into the wall with his hips and the friction of his belt on your clit drove you to the edge. You had expected it, but holy shit, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your walls clenched around him hard and you pulled him deeper into you with your legs, holding onto him with everything you got. Your vision fully went white and your teeth bit into his neck like they had a mind of their own.

After a string of swears, he completely lost his rhythm and stilled, his hips sputtering forward and spilling inside of you with a low moan that almost got you ready for another round.

You didn't move for a moment, focusing on catching your breath. Your eyes were half closed, glazed over, watching sweat pearl over Slade's exposed skin and your bite mark slowly disappearing on his neck.

“Something interesting about my neck, miss Nightshade?”

A genuine smile curved up your lips at his comment; the same he had made all those weeks ago when you were waltzing around the dance floor. “Just admiring the view, that's all” You signed, content. “Why, are you afraid I will bite it off?”

He shook his head, looking up at the sky in a failed attempt to appear annoyed that you also remembered exactly what you replied.

“Huh, I guess you were into it after all” You mumbled as you slowly let yourself slide off of him and fell back on your feet.

He took a good look at the mess he had made, seeming satisfied at how your knees slightly buckled as you hit the ground. Without a word, he pulled himself back in his trousers and readjusted his belt.

You then started to pull back on your suit, the rough material now sitting uncomfortably on your sweaty skin. “That's gonna be a bitch to clean…” You thought aloud, realizing tonight's run was far from over and the many body fluids would have time to nicely settle in the fabric.

“You said not a drop on the outside” Slade commented, then pointed at the clearly not soiled outside layer of the suit. “And none there is”

You couldn't help but laugh as your eyes subconsciously went to his own suit, where the glistening on his thigh guards extended to darker spots on his trousers. Anybody catching a glimpse of it would know exactly what caused the wet spot, and nobody would mistake it for him soiling himself. “Can't say the same for you”

He looked down, then frowned in what you could only describe as a cartoonish way. “Hm. This is upsetting. Whatever will I do”

Both of your eyebrows shot up as you let out a short laugh of disbelief. “What that… a joke?”

He only gave you a stern look that didn’t quite reach his good eye as he put back his mask on.

“Oh, he has a sense of humour now? Who would have known” Despite your half dizzy state, your brain still found enough drive to tease him about it. Considering he was rearranging your guts minutes ago, you believed it was now fair game.

He pointed a warning finger at you after he finished making sure everything was strapped correctly on his armour. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood”

You rolled your eyes as you flipped back your hood on. “Yeah I fucking bet. ‘Can say thank you Nightshade about it”

As expected, he elected not to comment on that. He only turned around and looked over his shoulder. “Until next time, little bird”

You did gratuitously check out his ass as he walked away, then prepared a damn good reason to give Batman to explain your dishevelled state.

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therantsofawriterrr · 1 month

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The Umbrella Academy Final Season: My Version

Part Eleven: The Squid And The Girl

Overview: As Lila, Diego, Five and Clementine dig more into Jean and Gene, Ben and Klaus look for Jennifer, who struggles to make sense of her situation while facing her demons. TW: Mature language, panic attack scenes, mention of selling human beings, mention of harassment, tell me if I missed anything!! Pairings: Diego × Lila, Ben × Jennifer A/N: Hello, things are getting kind of interesting now 👀👀👀

The next day after the van was fixed, the gang split up. Klaus and Ben went on a walk, with the former chattering the latter's ear off.

The others went back, Diego handing Viktor the keys. "You drive."

"You sure? Wanda?" Viktor asked, gesturing towards the van, knowing how much the vehicle meant to him.

"Yeah. I don't give a shit anymore," he answered.

Diego started to walk inside but paused as Viktor jangled the keys expectantly. He turned back to him and explained. "She's pulling to the right a little bit. And don't go over 40, or what's left of the muffler's gonna fall off."

Viktor nodded, a small smile on his face. "Got it."

"Welcome to the Keepers HQ, courtesy of Jean and Gene," Five said as he lockpicked the door and opened it. "This is their other property that I found."

"Huh. Maybe the workspace?" Clementine wondered aloud.

All of them got to work, going into rooms and looking in places when Diego observed, " Jean and Gene didn't give us much to go on."

"Just stay focused, darling. You'll find something," Lila assured him, before she checked the file drawers, finding them empty. "All the files are gone."

"Yeah, it certainly looks that way," Five said. "There's nothing here."

"Our targets left in a hurry, correct?" he asked.

Lila and Five nodded in reply.

"So... haste makes waste, mami," Diego said, making Lila smirk with him.

When he got out of the room, Lila immediately confronted Five, "Out with it. Why can't you blink?"

"I can blink," he argued. "Y'know, I just..."

"Won't," Lila finished. "Well, you gotta get back on that horse, kemosabe."

She grabbed his arm and mimicked his power, just as Five exclaimed a, "Don't!"

"Whoa! Where are we?" Lila asked immediately when they were back in the subway station.

"A subway station," Five replied plainly.

"Yeah, I can see that, numbnuts," Lila retorted. "But why did you blink us here?"

"Believe me, Lila, it was not on purpose," Five said warily. "Ever since the marigold, when I blink, this is where I end up."

"Neat," Lila said, as they went down to the platform.

When they reached the platform, she giggled with the excitement of a curious child. "Okay, not the MTA, not the Tube."

"Trust me, this is unlike any subway you've been to," Five stated.

"Well, where do the trains go?" she asked.

"That's the weird part," he answered. "I took a westbound train. i went one station over. When I came up, it was the exact same day, exact same time, but a completely different timeline."

She smiled, the curiosity of it all brightening her mood. "Now that's interesting."

Spotting the map pillar, she ran to it, making Five sigh like the old man he was. He felt like he was taking care of a child.

"This is helpful, innit?" She yelled.

"If I could understand it," Five replied.

She scoffed confidently and said, "I once navigated the Tokyo subway with a bullet wound in my thigh, and on my period, so. How hard can it be?"

She started trying to navigate the map, as the speaker produced the warped, weird noise again, making Five's senses perk up ominously as a train came in.

"Eastbound. Shall we?" Lila asked him happily.

"We should get back to Diego," he replied.

"Oh, come on," she said like a petulant child being denied candy. "Let's take a ride."

"I don't wanna be hopping on trains until we understand this."

"Gahh, you need to move your ass!" she said, draging him along with her as she laughed.

When the train stopped on another station, it was kind of a deadbeat one, with some of the lights broken and some flickering.

"Yuck," Lila said as Five whipped out his tiny notepad. He clicked his pen and started scribbling on it diligently as Lila trudged over to look at his notes.

"Dear diary, why do I always wear suits?" Lila teased as Five rolled his eyes, continuing to scribble. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving bread crumbs. It's a broken vending machine. Stain on the floor in the shape of Australia. Three burnt-out light bulbs."

"Hmm. Where do you reckon we end up?" she asked.

"My guess is back in Gene and Jean's apartment," Five replied, as they started going to the stairs that led outside. "Same da, same time, different timeline."

But when they got out, they came out to flames, ashes and rubble. Everything was destroyed and Five's heart stuttered.

"You must've jumped forward, ahead of time, to the end of the world," Lila observed.

"No, no, no. We haven't jumped anywhere," Five said. "We're not moving forwards or backwards through time. We're just going to alternate versions of now.

He looked around once. "This is Gene and Jean's apartment," he murmured, looking around once more as his throat started constricting a little, his breath getting a bit shallower.

"I've been here before," he stated, hiding his panic as his heart started beating louder. "This is my apocalypse."

"Yeah. The original timeline," he said, trying not to speak too much because he could feel his lungs constricting to the point of pain. "I was, um. I was stuck here for 40 years."

"You alright?" Lila asked, a tinge of concern in her voice. "You look deathly pale."

"Yeah, it's just..." he said, pressing the heel of his palm to his chest, trying to ease the pain. "Being back here is... not very good for me."

Lila stared at him, her concern growing tenfold when his breaths got shorter. "Alright, then, let's get out of here."

She caught him just as he was about to fall to his knees, getting him to the station as he started to wheeze.

Back in the apartment, Clementine looked into the trash with Diego.

"Damn, it smells like ass," he said.

"You will too, if you just dive into it like that," Clementine stated.

Diego blinked at her for a second and shook his head with a smirk. "No wonder Five likes you."

After finding nothing, Diego looked to the side and then up, finding a weird cut on the ceiling. "Pass me that broom?"

Clementine did as he asked and just moved out of the way as a trash bag full of stuff fell. "Dude, at least warn me!"

They dug into the bag and found stuff which they took to the living room. As soon as Diego started reading a file, there was a woosh and Lila fell onto the couch, a panicked Five at her side. He was clutching his chest, prompting the other two to leave their stuff and rush to his side.

"What happened!?" Diego asked.

"I'll tell you, but first we need to calm him down!" Lila said.

"I can do it, I've had loads of panic attacks, so I know how to deal with them," Clementine said calmly.

Diego tugged at Lila as he stared at them. "What happened?"

"Five can only blink to this weird time travel subway. We took a ride on the train and somehow reached you guys' original timeline. It was all destroyed and he got a panic attack," she rushed out, swallowing at the end.

"I've never really seen him like this," Diego said worriedly.

"Tell me about it," she said, looking at them both. "Did you find something, love?"

"Yeah," he said, picking up the file he was reading. "Look at this."

The file contained details about an incident that took place in 2006. The incident that killed Ben, which they knew as the Jennifer incident. But there was no Umbrella Academy in 2006, which meant that it was one of those artifacts that Lila said they talked about.

"October 14th, 2006. What's so special about that date?" Lila asked.

"It's the day Ben died," he answered somberly. "Our Ben."

"That's a coincidence," a recovered Five said, tugging on the lapels of his coat.

They both stared at him and were going to ask if he was alright, but Clementine shook her head discreetly, telling them it was going to be pointless to even try.

So, instead, Diego said, "Let me break it down for you. We go to New Grumpson because a random dry cleaner goes missing. The whole town goes to shit because of one girl, we get T-boned and the said girl gets kidnapped by two vigilantes in a station wagon. Now, in their trash, we find a foreign document that has something to do with Ben's death. Hence, whatever's going on with the girl, it's got something to do with Ben."

'What the hell's the 'Jennifer Incident'?" Lila asked.

"That was a tragic accident," Five said, pushing his hair back, trying to ignore the urge to throw up.

Meanwhile, Klaus and Ben were starting to get tired of walking.

"Ugh, this is boring," Klaus said, slowing to a stop.

"Yeah, well, I didn't tell you to tag along with me, you moron," Ben said accusingly, turning back to look at him.

"Awwww, come on, Benerino," Klaus said, sitting down on the road. "Admit it. You missed me."

"No," he lied blatantly. "I was actually glad I got to be away from you guys. "

"Oh yeah?" Klaus said sarcastically. "Then why didn't you argue when Five paired me with you?"

"That's because you're better than Luther or Viktor," Ben said plainly.

"Ooh, does that mean I'm your favorite brother?" Klaus said, placing both his hands on his chest in happiness.

Ben only groaned and walked on a few steps as Klaus got up and jogged to catch up with him. "Okay, okay, but do you even know where we're going?"

"I... no," Ben said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, then, how about you stop for a minute and think about how we can find her, instead of where?"

Ben just stopped and turned and gave him a grumpy look, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Aww, look at you, Mr. Grumpy-Grumps. Anyway, look. You said you saw her in your dreams, right? So maybe you could find her that way."

"I can't do that. I've never been able to do that."

"Yeah, well, I couldn't shoo ghosts away without having to strain my powers, but now I just have to wave a hand. Maybe you got some upgrades too. Look, it wouldn't harm you to try."

Ben threw his arms up in defeat, hiding the fact that it was actually a good idea. "Fine. How'd I do that?"

"I-on-kno," was the immediate grumbled reply with a shrug. Ben's expectant, irritated face made him relent with a sigh, though. "Okay, just... close your eyes anddd... use your instincts. How about that?"

He closed his instincts, letting Jennifer's face flash in his mind, letting his nerves tingle a bit as Klaus looked around at nowhere, fiddling with the dog tags through his shirt.

Ben somehow felt like he entered an alternate dimension in his mind. It was all dark and scary, but there was a strange noise, like someone was crying. He spun around, trying to find the person who was making the noise. He followed the sound, which just felt like walking in an unending hallway, but he guessed he was making progress because he saw someone in the distance, curled up into themselves as their shoulders shook.

"Hello?" He called out, making the person look up, recognising the face, which was now streaked with tears. "Jennifer?"

He ran forward to her, kneeling to get in her eye level. "What happened? Where are you?"

"I don't know," she said, choking on a sob. "Ben, please, I need to get out of here."

The sheer terror in her voice made his heart skip a beat. "Okay, but I don't know where you are now."

Jennifer paused thinking for a minute, before perking up with a hopeful sniffle. "They said they let me into their home. They had alpacas. They gave me their milk too."

Ben squared her shoulder reassuringgly as he went into thought. "So maybe a farm?"

She nodded and let out a sudden hiss of pain, before pulling the sleeve of her left arm up, revealing a glowing, pulsating wound. It looked like a very bad burn.

"Did they do this to you? Gene and Jean?" Ben asked, his blood boiling in anger of thought.

"No. I don't know how this actually happened," she said.

"Okay, listen to me carefully. Try to cooperate with them. That'll keep you safe. Make shit up, if necessary. But make sure to stay safe. Okay?"

She sniffled again and nodded. "Just hurry, okay?"

Ben nodded, giving her a reassuring smile before she vanished and he spend his eyes.

"Oh! Welcome back, Benjamin," Klaus said. "I feast you attained good results?"

He smiled and nodded excitedly, "Yeah, she's safe. But, I think she's in distress of some kind. Still, she's safe."

"Great! So, where to now?"

"Well. I think those weirdoes took her to a farm of some kind. She said they had alpacas. Guess Luther was kinda close. Only question is, where's the farm?"

Klaus hummed absentmindedly. "Well, we'll figure something out. We always do."

Miles away, in the alpaca farm, Jennifer was looking at the little hall of fame they'd created in the garage.

Two hours ago

She'd woken up because of the burning pair in her wrist. She seemed to have a wound there, which looked like a high degree burn wound, but she somehow seemed to know that it was way more than that.

Gene and Jean had already offered her fresh clothes and a cup of warm alpaca milk, which, sure, had been comforting and refreshing, but it didn't cut out the creepy vibes that they had been giving out.

"Everything all right, dear?" Jean asked a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Yeah, it's nothing," Jennifer replied.

"Come," Gene said, making her more tense than earlier. "We wanna show you something."

They lead her to the garage, where she was expecting to see a truck. But, what she found was much more weird. Jean chuckled with excitement as Gene threw out an arm to present the room to her.

There were children's toys, telephones, old newspaper articles, a reception bell and various other tidbits. Most of the things were encased in glass while the articles were framed.

"What is all this stuff?" Jennifer asked.

"Proof," Jean replied.

"Proof? Of what?"

"That this world we live in is one big, phony-baloney lie," Gene answered.

"At first, it was... like a dream. One of those dreams where you don't know whether you're dreaming or not," Jean explained. "But then, along came the artifacts. Little tokens of proof, slipping through time and space. Proof of the many-worlds theory of quantum mechanics and such."

"Better believe they called us every name under the sun," Gene begrudgingly said. "Didn't they, Jean?"

"Frauds, tricksters, charlatans," Jean recalled.

"Accused us of intellectual dishonesty."

"Who's 'they'?" Jennifer asked, almost laughing after their dramatic conversation.

"The faculty at Golden Mesa Community College, for starters," Gene explained.

"Our reputations were dragged through the mud," Jean recounted.

"Tenure, revoked," Gene snapped.

"And all because we dared to speak the truth about these memories. Memories of another timeline! A timeline that felt so much more..."

"More true," Gene finished.

"Where... I was teaching at Harvard and Gene was a MacArthur fellow," Jean said sadly.

"Okay," Jennifer said. She was sure these poor people had escaped from a mental hospital or something. "But, uh, what does all of this have to do with me?"

The couple started wheezing and laughing holding on to each other as they did.

"Jennifer, you're the key," Gene said as they came closer to hold her hands. She resisted the urge to run away from the garage's open door. "The way to destroy all the false timelines and restore the real one."

"We're ready, sugar," Jean almost begged. "What do we need to do, huh? How can we help you bring about the Cleanse?"

Jennifer breathed in a quick breath before she said, "You people are... you people are fucking crazy."

"Language, darling," Jean replied. "And, please that's no way to speak to your hosts."

Gene took out a revolver from his back as they both sighed with disappointment. "We were so nice to you," Jean said, making the surroundings more tense, more ominous. "Brought you into our home."

"Gave you alpaca milk," Gene announced.

They went to the front of the garage where something was hidden behind a curtain.

"Maybe seeing an old friend will help jog your memory," Jean said, making the curtain fall and making Jennifer's blood run cold. It was a giant squid. The giant squid from years ago. "I believe you two are already acquainted."

Jennifer's breath stuttered as memories of a ship and a bad storm flashed in her mind. She stumbled to her knees, for breath turning shallow as Gene and Jean walked out, leaving her alone with it.

She ran back, banging on the door as it closed. "Wait, wait, wait! Don't leave me in here with it! Let me out! Please! No! Let me out!"

Her banging didn't do shit. She understood two hours later, as she sat on the floor, hugging her knees, that it only made her look stupid. Ben's suggestion to make stuff up did give her an idea though.

But it also meant she'd have to use her traumatic childhood.

When she was six, she had lost her family to a storm. Even though the details were hazy, she remembered being rescued by some sailors, who found out to be bad people. She overheard them talking to each other about how they were going to sell her with a couple others, and when she tried to escape, they'd stuffed her in the squid that they'd made up so that they could do their business without any suspicions. They had a circus as a front for it.

But, karma was a bitch, and another storm hit. The squid flowed out into the ocean and she was only rescued when two fishermen had thought they'd caught the world's biggest squid.

It had made national news at the time. A small child rescued by two brave fishermen. Apparently, when she'd been found half-dead inside the thing, she had been muttering about something called the Cleanse.

For three years, she'd been a target for reporters, who'd harassed her, throwing questions after questions about something she hadn't even remembered saying. Thankfully, her Uncle Gary and the people of New Grumpson had had her back. But after what had happened, she didn't know what was real and what wasn't.

There was a knock on the door, making her jump before Jean entered, wearing a somber look on her face. "Well, sugar? You ready to tell us what you know?"

"I was really young back then. I don't really know what I was saying. But, if I was let out of here, maybe I could try to recall it and tell you."

Jean's face brightened up with a smile. "That's the spirit!!"

Jennifer felt victory and hope in her bones for the first time since she'd landed in that situation. Now to create some lies to tell the next day.

She also hoped she could talk to Ben again. For whatever reason, she felt calmer when she thought about him.

Another A/N: Hello, so, yk something I noticed with Ben and Jennifer was the sheer angst potential. Like, even if they both were infected, like in the show, they could've at least shown us like an angsty romance development. Something like, "hey ik there's something going on over here but I kinda fuel attached to you and wanna try this out."

Then, they fall in love, blah, blah, blah and all that. Anyways, I'm gonna give that sweet boy the romance he deserves.

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