#as if it wasn't his child's seventeenth birthday

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my love (mine all mine) ☆ jake sim

☆ non-idol! jake x fem! reader ☆ summary: after years of abuse, jake is afraid of love, so why do you have to be so warm? ☆ genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, implied adult! au, very domestic ☆ warning(s)? domestic violence and abuse, poor parenting, 1 mention of self harm, implied mention of suicide, kinda indulgent sorry ☆ word count: 1.5k

The earliest memory that Jake had was the sound of porcelain plates crashing against the tiled kitchen floor, and the wails of his mother. 

For a period of time, it was all that he could remember: going home to a cold house, hand-in-hand with his older brother, his heart pounding in his chest as his young mind wondered if Dad was going to hurt Mom again, or if they'd go back to loving each other tonight. 

He couldn't have been any older than nine when he experienced the wrath of his father first-hand, when he came to school in May wearing a long-sleeve shirt and long pants as if the early-summer weather wasn't rising, the scent of citrus filling the air. Sure, the bruises, and later scars (because of course, his father just had to try to stab him with a broken beer bottle), hurt, but nothing would compare to the silence that rang through the house after a screaming match. It would pierce his ears every single time, so loud that it was deafening, yet so silent that Jake could hear every single breath that his mother took as she pulled at her hair, driving blades into her skin, ignoring the quiet rumble of her child's stomach. 

He'd gone to bed hungry many times. Too many times.

But, perhaps the worst memory that Jake had was the morning after his seventeenth birthday. Jake spent his birthday outside the house, not wanting to be suffocated by the taste of salty tears and domestic violence in the air. He came back late, much later than he should have. 

Thank god, neither of his parents were home, and his brother was already off to college by then. When they weren't screaming at each other, physically assaulting their son, or neglecting him, his parents were either off to work, or hanging out with their sketchy friends, drinking all of their responsibilities (like their children) away like nothing else mattered.

Or so he thought.

Because the next thing he knew, his mother was shrieking at him, hitting him with the same hands that should have been cradling his face. And when his bastard of a father heard the commotion, it was almost like he was excited, excited to have an excuse to put his son in a chokehold. It seemed like the only time that his parents wanted to agree with each other was when they could hurt him.

As his lungs closed in on him, his choked breaths gasping for air while Jake tried to pry his father's hands off his neck, he felt light-headed, a fuzzy feeling filling his head until his body lost all its strength.

Jake swore that he would have died that night, if it weren't for the barks of the family dog.

If his perception of family, love, and marriage wasn't already warped, that early morning of his seventeenth birthday did.

He vowed to himself then and there, that he would never get married, nor would he ever start a family. 

Yet, as you held him in your arms, enveloping him with warmth as hot tears streamed down his face, Jake could feel all his resolve slipping away.

Indeed, his vow held up. It held up all throughout college and for years into his adulthood. He became known as the "single friend," the friend that was always the designated driver because he'd rather die than consume a drop of alcohol.

But then you pranced your way into his life.

You, with your beautiful face. You, with the brightest smile that he'd ever seen. You, with the softest, most gentle touch.

When you wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing tender kisses against the nape of his neck as you giggled a soft,"I love you," Jake's heart pummeled to his stomach.

It was suffocating.

His hands were clammy, so moist with sweat that he had to wipe his palms on his jeans. His chest would pound, loud enough for it to be the only sound filling his ears. His stomach twisted, a hot coil curling in his abdomen. It was nauseating.

But the worst was what he felt in his throat.

Something wicked— Something overwhelming and painful— clambered up his throat. It wrapped itself around his neck, pulling tight like the noose his mother threatened to put around her own neck. When it crawled up to his mouth, Jake nearly threw it up. He tried to swallow it down, but he gagged.

And it was already too late.

He'd already muttered the words, "I love you, too" back.

Love was terrifying. If he loved, what would happen? Would he get married, and enter a life of pure misery? 

And what if he had kids?

When Jake was angry and he looked in the mirror, he hated the way that all he saw was his father's eyes staring back at him. His mother always told him that he looked like his father anyway. 

Jake knew he wouldn't. He would never lay a finger on another person, let alone his own kin. But as days and years passed, his voice only sounded more and more like his own father's. He couldn't help the way his expressions scarily resembled his mother's, the same ones that he'd seen contort into fear, wrath, and indifference.

But here he was.

In the dark, his face was buried in your shoulder, the same ones that he'd kissed. You patted his back as he let out sobs, wet and salty tears wetting your skin.

It was another night, where you and him would hang out and flirt in your apartment, maybe do a little kissing. 

Maybe he shouldn't have laid down with you. Maybe he shouldn't have let you put your fingers in his hair, stroking it gently as he laid on your chest. Maybe he shouldn't have listened to your every word as you traced his face, muttering to him everything about him that you loved about him. He shouldn't have, he really shouldn't have. Especially when you ended it all with a kiss to his eyelids, whispering into his ear, "I can't wait to marry you one day."

Jake always did his best to contain his emotions. After all, he'd learn to do it so well because of his home life. No one had to know about his struggles.

Yet he couldn't help the wave of emotions that crashed down on his shoulders. One moment, he was smiling in your kiss, the next his face was wet.

It didn't help when you were so warm to him. You cradled his face, kissing his tears away, hands holding him like he was a piece of glass. 

"I'm scared," was all he could say.

Because that was all he felt in that moment.

Fear.

Fear, because he couldn't figure out why he was crying. 

Fear, because now all his emotions were spilling out. 

Fear, because you said you wanted to marry him.

Fear, because he, too, wanted to marry you.

You didn't let him go that night.

You stayed there with him, letting him cry into your shoulder until the sun rose. You didn't know why exactly, but the way he gripped your waist like you'd leave him was enough to tell you.

"I know, I know," you'd whispered into his ear. "I know, Baby."

All he did in response was pull you closer, and chant your name like it was a prayer, like you were his god and he was your worshiper.

Jake's favorite memory was the sound of wailing.

Not the wailing of his mother, not the wailing of his older brother, but the wailing of the child in your arms.

He could only watch with misty eyes as the small newborn clung to your chest, loud crying filling the hospital room. 

"Jakey," you said weakly, flashing him a smile. "Look what we made."

We.

That's right. 

This child was his and yours. As he held the baby, being careful not to do anything stupid, Jake stared into its crying eyes (as if his eyes weren't crying, too). 

When Jake looked at his child, he saw his eyes. He saw the same eyes that his own father gave him. He wasn't filled with fear, or anger, or guilt— he felt love. 

This child didn't have his father's angry eyes, the eyes that Jake spent his entire life believing he inherited.

No, this child had Jake's eyes, Jake's eyes that were filled with love.

You giggled softly as you watched your husband's intent and utterly fascinated gaze at your child. He snapped his head up at you.

"I love you," he blurted. He didn't say it a lot. It felt like poison on his tongue when he did, something unnatural and not meant for him. But in that moment, it felt like his entire being was made to say it. "God, I love you so much."

Yes, Jake would run. 

He'd run, and run, and run, from love. 

He'd run as far as he could, until his legs gave out.

He'd run for eternity, because he knew that one day, he'd walk to you.

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PERFECTLY FINE – PAUL INTRO

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you can't recall the day that you first started crushing on paul.

ever since you became teammates when you were 15, you were drawn to him. something between you, paul and dino just clicked; you all became best friends instantly. every race weekend was spent bonding over shared victories, helping each other through the highs and lows, and of course fooling around like the teenagers you were. you were all inseparable.

one day, you fantasized about being with paul. just for fun, just to think about what it would be like.

it was like opening pandora's box. from that day on, you could never go back to how it was not daydreaming about paul.

it all happened so suddenly. instead of being regular teammates, you unexpectedly found yourself wishing you were more than just that. you found yourself accidentally staring at him in team meetings, your eyes following the curls of his hair and that sweet grin of his. you found yourself smiling a little too much around him, giggling at every semi-bad joke he told. and you found yourself craving his attention and approval, always longing for your next interaction with him.

it was so different – and yet, it felt like it was the only thing you'd ever known.

most people around you said that you were lucky to be a june child; getting to have your parties out in the warm weather, getting tanlines and beach visits as birthday presents, and your sunshine-filled day being longer than most others.

but personally, you never saw the joy in it. racing was usually the most hectic around your birthday, giving you no time off to celebrate or rest. the sun shining just meant more sweat in the racing suit and more degradation of your tyres.

another thing that sucks about it is that almost all of your friends' birthdays are much earlier in the year than yours.

jak got to experience being 18 for a whole month before you got to join the party; paul and dino turned 18 over a year before you did.

your two teammates even turned 19 before you could finally turn legal. not fair.

it was frustrating, and sometimes even a little humiliating. despite being mature for your age, you still hated being younger – maybe mostly because you were sure paul wouldn't find you as interesting anymore when he was suddenly all adult and you were still merely sixteen for a few more months.

but on the contrary, as the year of 2022 rolled around, he found you more interesting.

when he wanted to go out to celebrate after a good race, he always did his best to find ways to get you into the club, too. and if you weren't allowed, he would celebrate with you in another way.

he never let you feel forgotten or like you weren't his priority,

because you always were.

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your birthday gift for your seventeenth birthday wasn't just a beach party.

for your seventeenth birthday, paul gave you a kiss. and then another.

and then you gave him one back, as if to thank him. and from there on, there was never a doubt.

the kisses he gave you always swept you off your feet. there was something about the way his hand rested underneath your jaw, the way his nose brushed against yours before sealing your lips, the way he tilted his head to gain perfect access. something about it was so different, so special.

he may have not been your first kiss – damn that boy in your sixth-year maths class for stealing that honor from paul – but he was your first everything else.

your first real relationship. first real fight.

the first boy you ever loved; the first boy you ever cried over.

the first time you let someone see the raw, unfiltered version of yourself.

your first "i hate you!" to a boy you loved; and then your first kiss in the rain, clothes and hair soaked through, with warm tears streaming down your cheeks as you thought about how stupid you were to ever doubt being with him.

your first real brush with vulnerability.

the first boy who made you feel truly alive, yet painfully aware of your own mortality.

the first one to teach you that love isn't always easy, but it's worth suffering for.

the first person you went to for help when the world crumbled beneath you.

the first person who told you that your love was beautiful; the first person to convince you that it was so stunning it could be a masterpiece, painted with the colors of your pretty laughter and soft smiles.

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the first boy to ever try to climb up to your third-floor balcony in milton keynes because you were ignoring him after a fight. the first boy to ever fall down a tree after using it to climb up to said balcony. the first time you rushed down the stairs in your apartment building in less than a minute because you were so scared you almost couldn't breathe. the first time you kissed a boy's hurting wrist that he used to break his fall with after the earlier mentioned fall. the first time you ever made up with a boy on the patch of grass outside of your apartment after you both had apologized profusely, hugging more tightly than ever because you were terrified of the thought of ever losing each other.

granted, your apartment building is no skyscraper, but your balcony is many meters up in the air. only a lunatic would attempt to climb all the way up to you.

the thing is... for you, paul was a lunatic.

for that eighteenth birthday you'd longed so much for, you got an early gift.

a broken relationship.

things had been headed south for a long time. the passion wasn't strong enough of a glue to hold all of the broken pieces of your heart together anymore. things were getting too much, too heavy, too tiring.

it was just a few nights before your birthday that you sat down together in his hotel room in barcelona, both quiet for a long time. there was not much left to say.

the last few weeks had been a roller coaster; you'd cried, screamed, and made up on repeat. but you knew you couldn't go on like this.

"we're tearing each other apart," you had told him, not daring to meet his eyes. "can't you tell?"

he didn't answer.

"i'm exhausted. i need a break."

"from what? from me?"

"from everything."

and then it was over. at least, on paper it was – but in your heart? probably not.

you weren't sure if your feelings for him could ever be over.

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hey! if you take requests, i’m just wondering if you’d consider a sister winchester one? maybe her at 18? i love your writing so much, and i’d really love something like a hurt reader/dying reader?? something super angsty ahaha

Oh, for sure! Angst is my favorite! (as I'm sure you can tell by the word count lol) sorry it’s taken me like 3 years to get to this 😞

A/N: this was meant to post 2/28/24 because I wanted to ease into coming back with an every other week posting schedule BUT I’m just too excited and antsy for that lol also it’s set in Season 1, Episode 1

Thank you by the way!

Title: Please Wake Up

Warnings: swearing, graphic description of injury and illness, blood angst, hurt/dying reader, depiction of medical procedures, takes place in season 1 episode 1 :)

Word Count: 5.8k

Being third born after two boys, Y/N always felt like she had big shoes to fill. Despite her best efforts to impress the man, she never really formed a bond with John. Her next role model was Dean, who became more of a father to her than John ever was or could be.

Until her eleventh birthday, Dean did her hair into pigtails every day, partly because he hadn't learned to do any other hairstyle but mostly because he thought it was the cutest on her. He'd pack her and Sam's lunch with snacks he'd bought from vending machines and even pretend to take her on hunts because he knew she wanted to be exactly like him.

When she wasn't learning about monsters and guns with Dean, she spent time with Sam. He'd help her with her homework or play board and card games. They have as much in common as Y/N and Dean. Neither Sam nor Y/N got along with John, and neither remember their mothers. 

Y/N's mother was a woman John met in Nebraska three years after the boy's mom died. The affair only lasted a night, but to his surprise, he heard from her again six months later with the news that they had a baby girl on the way. John was shocked and heartbroken. He couldn't bear the thought of bringing another child into the life of hunting.

John kept his distance, adamant that Y/N would be better off without him, and when another three months of silence went by, he figured that Y/N's mother came around to see it his way. Unfortunately, her pregnancy was complicated, as was the birth, and it turned out that having Y/N is what killed her. 

When John got the call, he had half a mind to let the state take custody of little Y/N. Indeed, they would provide her with a better life than he could. John decided to meet her at least, and when he laid eyes on her perfect little face, he couldn't bring himself to abandon her. 

Y/N was barely sixteen when Sam left for college. While she was proud of him for putting himself first, it broke her heart for him to go the way he did. She missed him more and more every day, often keeping Dean up at night with her sniffling and crying. After a while, he would get into bed next to her when the tears started and sing Hey Jude while playing with her hair to help her fall asleep. That went on for another six months before she finally started to fall asleep without crying. 

For her seventeenth birthday, Dean came across a necklace he'd wanted to get for her since Sam left. From his wallet, he took out the only picture he had of the sibling trio, representing the single moment of their life where John treated them like regular kids, and using his pocket knife, he carved around their heads and bodies to match the exact size of the locket, smiling proudly at himself when it fit perfectly. 

Now at eighteen, she stands next to the Impala while Dean lugs their bags out, drops them into the trunk, and slams it shut. He heads for the driver's door but stops when he realizes Y/N hasn't opened hers yet. Eyebrows raised, he twirls a finger in the air as if to say, 'Let's get a move on.'

"Are you ever gonna teach me how to drive, Dean?" she asks. "I mean, you've got to, you know?" 

"No, I don't. Get in," Dean says. She does so with a huff. Dean checks the mirrors before backing out of their parking spot. Turning to Y/N, he says, "Besides, as long as I'm around, you don't need to," but softens his face into a smile when he looks at her. "Cause there's no way in Hell I'll ever let you drive my car." 

Y/N lets out a soft chuckle. "It doesn't have to be this car, Dean!" She rolls the window down, letting the cool breeze hit her face. "What happens if we get separated and I'm being chased by… I don't know, something that has super speed, and my only way back to you is to steal a car and -" 

"Stop. First of all, you should know that I'd never put you in that kind of danger," Dean says, disgusted by the mere thought. He lets out a long sigh. "I'll teach you," he says, looking at her gleaming smile. He tries his damnedest to see her for the adult she's becoming, but he only sees the happy baby in pull-ups he used to feed marshmallows and jello to on a motel room floor. "Just… not yet, okay?" 

She scoffs, "Most people learn to drive when they're only fifteen. I mean, you took me to freaking Vegas with a fake ID for my birthday, for fuck's sake!" 

"I said not yet, Y/N!" he says, shooting her the 'dad look' he's been perfecting since she was four. 

"Fine," she grumbles. She clasps her hands, "So I was looking through news articles, and there seem to be vamps in the next town. Should we be on that?" 

Dean clears his throat and needlessly adjusts the rear-view mirror. "Actually, kiddo, we're on something else right now." He keeps his head straight but glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. Whispering, he says, "We're gonna go get Sammy." 

Y/N's eyes widen as her head whips to look at him. "What?" 

He keeps his eyes on the road, "yeah, uh, with Dad missing... we could use the help," he says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

"But Sam's at college!" Y/N scoffs, "he wanted out!" 

"He abandoned us!" he shouts, shaking his head at himself when he notices her shoulders tense. Her eyes peer into her lap, where her hands lie folded. “Look Y/N/N, I just… I can't shake this awful feeling that something is wrong." He waits for a response from her, but she only nods with thin lips. She tunes him out and focuses on the wind hitting the window. "I gotta make sure they're okay," he says softly. 

Over the years, Y/N has learned to trust Dean's intuition, but right now, it just feels like he's being selfish. She opts to stay quiet, even if it makes a long drive longer.

Y/N jolts awake at the sound of the trunk slamming shut. She takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She doesn't see Dean next to her, so she scans her surroundings through squinted eyes, hoping for a clue about her whereabouts. She finds a gas station receipt in her lap and flips it over to see the scribbles of Dean's handwriting telling her to 'stay put or else.' She rolls her eyes, crumpling it into a ball to throw it into the backseat.

She hears the voices of two familiar men, one of whom she hasn't heard in two years. Her heart races, and she fumbles with the seat belt, trying to unhook it with shaky hands. She jumps out of the car and turns in time to see Dean leaning on the back of the Impala.

"It's a law school interview," Sam says, "and it's my whole future on a plate," he glares.

"Law school?" Dean asks with a smirk. Y/N walks over to stand next to Dean. He shoots a quick, acknowledging glance her way. Sam's eyes shift between Dean and Y/N, softening when they land on Y/N, "so we got a deal or not?" he asks flatly.

Dean says nothing but lightly nods his head. Y/N runs towards Sam, nearly knocking him over with a hug.

"Y/N/N," he smiles. Pulling her even closer to him, he wraps his arms tightly around her back and kisses the top of her head. "I missed you," he whispers.

"I missed you, too," she says, her eyes welling up with tears. Sam looks at Dean just in time to see him press his lips together with an 'I told you so' in his eyes. Sam shakes his head, squinting at Dean just before he lets go of Y/N.

"Kay, I gotta put a bag together," he sighs, "I'll be right back."

He turns to head for the door, and Y/N doesn't take her eyes off him until he disappears into the building. She blinks her eyes and turns to face Dean. He pushes himself off the back of the car and silently heads for the driver seat.

Sam and Y/N sit in the car at a gas station while Dean heads for snacks. Sam opens his door but quickly looks over his shoulder to check on Y/N. This is when he notices the box of tapes sitting next to her. Intrigued, he shifts in the chair and asks her to hand them to him. Y/N is hesitant because it's hard to say how Dean would react, and she's always hated being in the middle of their fights but does so anyway. Sam rests his tongue between his lips as he takes the box from Y/N. Stretching his legs out of the car, he rests the box in his lap to filter through them.

"Hey," Dean says from behind the Impala, his mouth wrapped around a candy bar, "either of you want breakfast?" he asks, holding a soda and a bag of chips.

Y/N waits for Sam to answer first. "No, thanks," he says, glancing Dean's way momentarily.

"I do," Y/N smiles.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? Three of you still running credit card scams?" Sam says, going back to looking through the cassettes.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean says, putting the gas nozzle back into the pump.

Y/N chimes in, "Besides, all we do is apply," she shrugs, "it's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the applications this time?" he asks, swinging his legs back inside the car and closing the door behind him.

"Uh, Burt Aframian," Y/N answers. Dean gets into the seat, handing Y/N the drink and chips. "Thank you," she chirps.

"And his son Hector," Dean adds, "scored two cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right. I swear, man. You've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

Dean frowns, nearly offended. "Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes, and two," Sam holds one up, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead?" he says, dropping them to grab another, "Metallica?" he laughs, "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," he says as Dean rips the Metallica tape from his hand with a glare.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape into the player with a tight smile, "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake-hole," he says, dropping the empty case into the box. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" he smirks into the rear-view mirror and smiles when he sees her roll her eyes.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old," Sam scolds, "it's Sam, okay?"

Turning the volume up, Dean cocks his head to the side, "sorry. I can't hear you. The music's too loud," he says with a slight chuckle.

Crashing a crime scene where police are still investigating is just another Saturday with Dean for Y/N, but seeing Sam's eyes widen at the box of Dean's fake IDs calls attention to how out of the norm this life is. Dean makes wise-ass comments to the cops, as usual, and Sam stomps on Dean's foot. Dean responds by smacking Sam's head as they bicker on the way back to the car, but Y/N can't help but grin from ear to ear.

Even when her brothers are arguing, Y/N couldn't possibly be happier. Today is her first hunt with both of her brothers and the first time in far too long since the three of them had been together for any reason.

They make their way to find Amy, who they learn is the girlfriend of the victim from listening to the cops on the bridge. They stop her while she's putting up missing posters, and after lying about being distant relatives of her boyfriend, they ask if she'd be willing to answer some questions to find him.

… "It's kind of this local legend," Amy's friend says after a few minutes of chatting. Massaging her thumb with her other hand, she continues, "This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Dean glances over at Sam and Y/N, who listen intently, "Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

At a local library, Dean searches the archive page for any murders on Centennial Highway with no results. Sam shoves Dean's chair, and when it rolls back, he scoots his chair to the computer to take over, earning him a slap from Dean. After replacing 'murder' with 'suicide,' a news article pops up.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," Sam reads.

"Does it say why she did it?" Y/N asks, scooting her chair closer to Sam to try and read the screen.

"Yeah," Sam says.

"What?" Dean says with raised eyebrows.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing." Sam lets out a breath, "both die," he says in a whisper.

The air grows thick around them, and Y/N frowns. "That's terrible," she says, shaking her head.

"'Our babies were gone,'" Sam reads, "'and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."

"Hmm," Dean points to the picture on the screen, "that bridge look familiar to you?"

They hit the bridge at nightfall. Crickets sing to water drumming against the rocks as it rushes under their feet. The clouds hang low in the sky, giving the air around them a haze.

"So," Dean says, peering over the bridge at the water, "this is where Constance took the swan dive," he says, leaning against the rail next to Y/N. 

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks in disbelief, looking over at Dean. 

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him," Dean shrugs, turning to walk down the bridge. 

Sam turns to follow. "Okay, so now what?" he says, forcing a breath through his nose. Y/N walks right next to him, still scared to let him out of her sight. 

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while," Dean grumbles. 

Sam stops walking, "Dean," he says, raising his hands before dropping them. "I told you. I've gotta be back by Monday." 

"Monday," Dean says, pivoting to make grueling eye contact with Sam, but only turns his body enough that he's still facing the bridge's railing. "Right," he says, shaking a finger, "the interview." The bridge creaks under him as he turns the rest of the way. 

"Yeah," Sam nods. 

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean says, shifting his weight between his feet. "You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asks, the animosity growing with each word. 

Sam shrugs, "maybe. Why not?" 

Dean's voice roughens, "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you've done?" 

Sam takes a few threatening steps toward Dean, "No, and she's not ever going to know," he scowls. 

"Well, that's healthy," Dean sneers. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are," he says, turning around to continue walking. 

Sam huffs, "Who's that?" 

"You're one of us," Dean shrugs, a hand gesturing towards Y/N. 

"Hey! Leave me out of this," Y/N grumbles from ahead. 

"No," Sam says, speed walking towards Dean, "I'm not like you," he says, turning around as he stops in front of Dean. "This is not going to be my life."

Dean keeps his jaw tight. "Well, you have a responsibility to..." 

Y/N feels the tension rising and tries to plead with them to stop arguing, but they ignore her. "Guys!" she shouts again. 

"To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam scoffs. "If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like! And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her," he shakes his head, "Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." 

Dean grips Sam's shirt and swings him around and against the bridge's railing with a clunk at Sam's weight against it. 

Y/N flips around and runs to their side, "Dean, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" She panics. But Dean continues to ignore her as he glares at Sam. 

After a long, breathless pause, Y/N shouts again, "Dean!" 

The misty air is still between them, and even the wind seems too frightened to move. It's as if the world is put on pause.

Dean's eyebrows raise, and he keeps a firm grip on Sam's shirt. Under his breath, he says, "Don't talk about her like that." 

He throws Sam's jacket from his hands and takes a few stabilizing steps backward in one movement. Y/N runs to check on Sam, who shakes her off with an "I'm fine" that sounds muffled compared to the pounding of her heart. A few tears escape her when she looks over at Dean walking away from them, but she doesn't realize she's crying until the taste of salt hits her lips. 

Her eyes return to Sam, shaking her head in disgust that Dean would treat him like that. She knew it had been rough for Dean since Sam left for college, but hell, it's been hard on her, too, and she's not throwing anyone against the side of a bridge!

Dean halts, “Sam. Y/N!” he calls. Y/N turns with a full-body glare, but her eyes widen when she sees a woman in a long, white dress standing on the bridge's railing. The woman looks over at them, and Y/N can see the resemblance to the picture of Constance. The woman's hair and dress sway in the wind, and she keeps her eyes on them as she allows herself to drop from the ledge. 

With a grunt, Sam rushes to the railing to look over it for her, Dean and Y/N not far behind him. 

"Where'd she go?" Dean barks. 

Breathless, Sam pushes out an "I don't know." 

The roar of the Impala's engine turning on startles them, their bodies whipping around just in time to see the headlights flick on. 

"What the-," Dean says. 

"Who's driving your car?" Y/N asks. 

Without taking his eyes off of the car, Dean pulls his keys from his pocket and jingles them, stealing Sam and Y/N's attention to them in unison. The engine revs, drawing back their wide eyes to the Impala. The tires squeal as the car begins to speed towards them. 

"Y/N, go! Go!" Dean says with a hand on each of his siblings, spinning them around to run in the opposite direction. Dean presses his hand firmly on Y/N's back as they run, keeping himself between her and the car. They run as fast as they can until Dean can feel the Impala's breath on his ankles, and he guides them towards the bridge's railing. 

Y/N's heart feels like a brick in her chest, weighing her down at the thought of jumping over. "I can't," she says in a breath, and all in a split second, she feels like her feet are cemented into the bridge's planks as Sam jumps over. "No!" she screams as Dean grips onto her arm, pulling them both over the bridge. 

Sam hangs from the ledge of the bridge, shouting for Y/N as her screams are washed out with a big splash. "Y/N!" he calls again from the back of his throat, climbing up the bridge to get on his knees. He looks over the bridge, scanning for Y/N and Dean, calling out when he sees his brother, "Dean! You alright?" 

"I'm super," Dean grumbles with an outstretched thumbs up. Lying on his back, half submerged in the muddy water. 

"I can't see Y/N! Where's Y/N?" Sam panics, and when the words hit Dean's ears, he springs to his feet in a second. He whirls around in a circle as he searches for her. 

"Y/N!" Dean shouts, wiping mud from his face. He paces around, "Y/N, where are you?" he yells, half-expecting her to pop out from behind a bush to scare him. 

The world spins around him for a moment, utterly void of sound aside from a ringing in his ears as Dean tries to comprehend what is happening. He closes his eyes tight, shaking his head to clear away the fog that covers him. They open onto the water, catching the moon's glimmer reflecting off something. He runs towards it, hopping from rock to rock until he finds Y/N's broken locket stuck in algae. Dean picks it up with shaky hands, recalling how her face lit up when he first gave it to her. She'd be devastated to see its state now. Fear spills down him in an icy chill.

His head swivels around in search of her. Tears, that he refuses to let fall, poke at his eyes when he sees her lying face down in the water, a bloody rock next to her.

“Y/N!” He shouts, rushing to her. He kneels to pull her out of the water by her shoulder, turning her over so that her back rests against his knee. "Y/N!" he yells again, and when she doesn't respond, he grabs her by the waist and hoists her over his shoulder. He grunts, shifting his weight before jogging for the shore. "Sam! I got her!" 

"Dean! Is she okay?" He calls out as he sprints down the side of the hill to catch up to them. The brothers reach the shore simultaneously, and Dean drops to his knees to gently set Y/N on the ground in front of him, Sam following suit. 

"Come on, be okay, be okay, be okay, be okay," Dean pleads softly, placing two fingers on her neck. His heart is beating so hard that he can't tell if it's her pulse he's feeling or his own. "Sam, I can't feel anything," he says. Dropping an ear to her mouth, he adds, "And I don't think she's breathing." 

"Call 911," Sam demands, ripping his jacket off to tie around Y/N's bleeding head wound. He quickly inspects the rest of her body for any bleeding before placing a hand on her chest. Looking up at Dean, who stands frozen, Sam puts his free hand on Dean's shoulder, "now, Dean!" he shouts, shoving him. 

Sam tilts Y/N's head back, checking again for a pulse, a breath, a twitch, a shudder, anything that meant he wouldn't have to perform CPR on his baby sister. He places his hands on her chest, one over the other, pausing in case her heart miraculously started again, but all he feels under his palms is the stillness of Y/N's wet and cold chest. 

Sam begins chest compressions, and the tears he'd been holding back rush out uncontrollably when he feels her ribs break under his palms. It makes him want to pull away, but he forces himself to continue. Dean watches in wide-eyed horror as he gives the 911 operator their location when asked, keeping his free hand pressed against his forehead. 

"Anything?" he shakily shouts at Sam after what feels like hours. Sam ignores him, counting out loud until he hits thirty again. He stops compressions to blow a shuddering breath into Y/N's mouth, watching her chest rise and fall before delivering another. "Hello! Is anybody on the way? My sister is dying here!" Dean shouts into the phone, but all that meets his ears is static. 

"Dean," Sam says with a heavy breath, beginning compressions again. "You gotta take over," he says between breaths. 

Without question, Dean drops his phone to the ground as he falls to his knees next to her, "come on, Y/N," he pleads, ignoring the burning in his knees as he places his hands together on top of Sam's. Sam leaves his hands under Dean's for just one compression before pulling away. 

"Okay, that's ten. You've got twenty more before breaths," Sam says before they count out loud together with every push into Y/N's chest. 

Dean is growing tired by his third round of compressions, but the sirens in the distance electrify him, giving him the energy he needs to continue. 

His face scrunches up as he musters the emotional and physical strength to keep going. Sam hurries to his feet, "don't stop, Dean, you're doing great!" he says with a palm at him. 

"Don't stop," Dean repeats mindlessly, "don't stop." 

Sprinting towards the paramedics, Sam waves his arms, shouting, "Down here! We're down here!" before he knows it, a group of professionals sprint down the hill, the gurney in tow. One takes a story from Sam as one tries to pull Dean away so the other two can take over caring for Y/N. 

"No, I can't stop!" he cries, which grabs Sam's attention, "don't stop," he nearly whispers, hands pumping into Y/N's chest. 

Sam rushes over and lowers himself to Dean's level. "Dean, let go. It's okay, they'll take it from here," he says, grabbing onto Dean's hands to pull him off of Y/N. They watch the paramedics in shock as they cut the shirt, bra, and pants off of Y/N, inspecting her skin. The first responders put what look like stickers with wires attached to them onto her chest and pull out the AED, telling everyone to stand clear before delivering a shock with a beep. Then, there was a pause and the silence that follows is deafening. Nothing. They check for a pulse and call clear again, shocking her. Then, nothing. Again. 

In the hospital's hallway, Dean tries to tune out the surround sound of constant beeping. His elbows rest on his scraped and bloody knees with his head held in his hands. He rocks back and forth, battling with himself. He sheds tears both out of fear for his sister's well-being and of guilt that he did the very thing he promised her he wouldn't: put her in danger.

The clacking of Sam's shoes pulls Dean from his homemade mental Hell. Dean lifts his head, quickly wiping his eyes before grabbing the cafeteria coffee. Sam's familiar smell of motel soap and deodorant washes away the torturous smell of hand sanitizer.

"Thanks," Dean mutters, taking a sip of the coffee before placing it next to him on the cold tile floor. 

Sam's eyes are red and puffy. Dean struggles to comprehend how Sam doesn't even try to hide the tears coming down. He often admires his brothers ability to wear his heart on his sleeve, though he'd never admit it. He wonders who he's being 'strong' for in this moment because it's certainly not himself.

Clearing his throat, Sam pulls his pants up slightly at the thighs before sitting on the bench next to Dean. He glances up at the ceiling momentarily, waiting for the announcement to end before asking, "Any news yet?"

Dean shakes his head. "No," he says in a raspy voice, forcing his eyes to look up and down the hall. "Excuse me," he says, standing to interrupt a nurse before she can enter a different room. "Would you mind helping us find whoever we need to talk to for an update on room 221?" he asks, gesturing to the door he hasn't been able to even look at since arriving.

Her eyes flutter to Sam, then the door, and back to Dean before she somberly nods. "Of course," she says, setting her pen back onto the clipboard as she turns to head in the direction she came.

Dean wants to return to his seat, but his body feels like an anchor. He sucks in a sharp breath. His shoulders tighten into his neck and with weak arms his hands fall to his hips. He hangs his head, clenching his teeth and pulling his face to suppress the tears. Sam jumps up to Stand with Dean, placing a hand tightly on his shoulder.

"She'll be alright," Sam says, not fully believing himself, "she's a Winchester; she has to be." 

Dean quickly straightens himself out because damn it, he's the one that's supposed to be taking care of his younger siblings - not the other way around.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" a deep voice echoes the hall and they whirl around to greet the doctor. Dean quickly slaps the tears from his face. "I'm Dr. Ferguson," he says, holding his arm up to shake hands with Sam, then Dean. "Let's go somewhere more private to talk."

"We're good here," Dean spits. 

"Very well," the doctor sighs, looking down the hall behind him. He shuffles them closer to the wall and out of the traffic flow. "Well, while we were able to restart her heart, I'm afraid your sister has sustained a substantial injury to the head," he says, "the trauma caused the tissue around her brain to swell quite rapidly, and well, we have her on a ventilator, but," he lets out a breath, "we haven't seen as much progress as we were hoping for. She's technically in a coma right now, but we hope to see her come out of it in the coming weeks." 

"Weeks?" Dean bellows.

"Yes, I'm afraid that's standard recovery time for an injury of this magnitude. Although, we'd be having an entirely different conversation if not for your quick thinking in the field," he says with a tight-lipped smile, eyes jumping from Dean's to Sam's, "it's a long road to recovery, but this is a good start." 

"And what happens if she doesn't wake up?" Sam asks. 

"We will do everything in our power to ensure that doesn't happen," the doctor nods. 

"Thanks, doc," Sam croaks. "Can - can we see her?" he stutters. 

"Of course," he says, pushing the door open with his fingertips, "go on in," he says.  

Sam immediately notices Dean's hesitancy when they exchange a glance, so he nods before taking a few steps into the room. He covers his mouth to stifle a sob when he sees his little sister with a tube down her throat and one in her nose. When he's close enough, he reaches for her hand and sits in the chair beside her, startled by the sound of the door shutting. Dean slowly enters the room, but keeps his distance.

Dean feels like the air is void of oxygen and tells himself to pull it together enough to stand by her bed. "Hey kiddo," Dean says to Y/N with a shaky breath. "God, please be okay," he says, forcing a smile as he grips onto her hand.

The two sit with Y/N for days, only leaving for bathroom trips and snack runs, but when one goes, the other stays, and when one is napping, the other is awake. Dean has grown slightly more self-composed but is still anxious as they stay by her side, even when the nurses come to deliver medications, chart vitals, or empty her catheter.

"Hey, Dean," Sam says, clearing his throat. 

"Yeah," he replies, keeping his eyes on Y/N. 

Sam looks down into his hands, "about my interview-" 

"Wait, what?" Dean says, cutting him off, "you're still gonna leave after all this?" he shouts through a clenched jaw. The chair scoots back in a screech as he quickly brings himself to his feet, "you don't wanna be here when she wakes up?" he asks, aggressively gesturing at Y/N. 

"Dean, we don't even know if she'll wake up," Sam quivers. 

"Man, you are a piece of work," Dean shouts, shaking his head. 

"If you would've let me finish," Sam growls with narrow eyes, "I was going to say that I called earlier… to reschedule it," he sighs, looking back at Y/N, "they were very understanding of the situation." 

"Oh," Dean says, turning on his heels to face away from Sam. He swipes a hand down his face, shaking his head when his eyes open to the white walls of the hospital's room. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he says, palms open and facing Sam. "This just has me on edge." 

Taking a few steps towards him, Sam holds back the urge to get nasty with Dean, telling him he's not the only one feeling 'on edge' about their sister's condition. Instead, he raises his palms and softens his face, "Me too. Believe me." 

By Thursday, Y/N had graduated from a ventilator to an oxygen mask. Though still needing the feeding tube, she's shown glimpses here and there of the Y/N they know and love, but overall, she struggles to remain conscious. The doctors are calling it a 'Minimally Conscious State' and "completely normal with this type of recovery."

On Saturday, Sam heads out for food from a local restaurant at Dean's request - something about them having good pies - but Sam has a sneaking suspicion that Dean needs some time alone with Y/N, and Sam could use the fresh air anyway.

Sitting in the chair beside her bed, Dean holds one of Y/N's hands in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry I failed you, Y/N," he cries. "I should have been protecting you," he whispers, letting the tears fall freely now, "but instead of doing that, I got you into this mess."

Looking up at Y/N's face, he swears he sees a tear slip down her cheek. Despite being convinced he's imagining it, he reflexively draws his hand to wipe her tear away, gasping when it comes back wet. His heart races as he gently stands to get beside her in the bed. "Shh," he coos, wrapping his arm around her.

His eyes fall shut, and he's transported back in time to the almost seven-month period where she would only fall asleep if Dean were right there in bed next to her. Through tears and voice cracks, he sings Hey Jude in a whisper, occasionally reaching over to wipe her tears away.

"I love you so much," he whispers. "I don't know how to live without you," he says, his tears turning into sobs. "Please wake up," he cries, arm wrapped tightly around her, "I promise I'll teach you how to drive if you just please wake up."

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[poindexters-labratory]

Could we please have all of the Michael lore. All of it.

Or hallucinogenic fear gas....

:0!! Not the fear gas... Not again...

Oh goodness, all of the Michael lore?? Well, you are indeed in for a storm (pun intended) :3 It will be in bullet points for optimal reading

Part One covers everything from Wild Cat to the end of Before the Storm <3

CW for mentions of trauma, emotional neglect, homophobia, assault, underage drinking, and child death

Michael is part of the early X generation, being born June 15, 1965.

Was a very sweet little boy growing up, making friends quickly and taking teasing not too seriously.

Was a momma's boy but was enamored with his father's inventions and ideas.

Hated getting a little brother, per trying to figure out all kinds of ways to get rid of Evan (he was seven years old and very jealous of the attention)

Getting a little sister was much easier because he was older and liked looking after her.

Had a permanent grudge against his mother because of his parents' divorce, her taking away his sister, and flying across the ocean, leaving Michael and his brother behind

Getting into those teenage years, he was definitely one of the town troublemakers and seemingly had a burning hatred for his family. His father was... odd, his mother abandoned him, and his brother was an annoying little shit.

He had two friends his sophomore year of high school, Percy and Tulio. Tulio was a kid kinda like Michael, an outcast of sorts, and Percy was a new neighbor from down his street who eventually made his way to the football team.

He met Tulio through his English class and William sent Michael to greet the new neighbors by himself with a pie, meeting Percy while introducing himself.

The three of them are seen together often at parties, restaurants, and school events, they are best friends, getting into trouble, disappearing for hours, the two boys becoming essentially a part of the Afton family. William cared for Percy and Tulio like his own kids. It takes a village.

The fourth member of their group was a boy from the next town over that Percy came from, named Sam. Sam was a member of the Church of Latter-Day Saints and Mike and Tulio were very unsure of him for a while. Sam and Percy's families were friends, but they were not. Very much not. But they pretty soon became friends after Sam's mother sent him to stay with Percy's family.

Michael often butts heads with people of authority, his father not really much of an authoritative figure in his life, but he doesn't do well in the presence of teachers, school officials, police, or Henry.

Michael was a very smart kid, but he just didn't like school. He was able to get his grades high enough to pass, but he never wanted to excel. That wasn't the sort of attention he desired.

He was an artist though, but through his teenage years, he kept that more on the downlow. Didn't really want anyone to know.

Mike might've been smart, but he wasn't a good kid to his dad. He would smoke, drink, badmouth William, steal his car, and bully a wide range of people, even his own brother and father.

After his father's accident, his behavior both got better and worsened. He started treating his dad with more respect and kindness, but also envied the attention he got.

William tried to combat Michael's emotions toward his lack of attention with love bombing him, including impulsively buying Michael a sports car for his seventeenth birthday.

Michael had gotten so talented at art at this point in time, to the point that his paintings and figure drawings had been shown in state fairs, so he had plans to attend college in California as an art major. Henry wanted him to stay in-state, but Will pushed for him to leave. Possibly some projection.

His senior year, Michael found out he was bisexual because of Jeremy Fitzgerald, a childhood friend of his that moved away to California and came back senior year of high school.

He found him very attractive and at first, he had no idea what to do or what the feelings were. So, for a bit, Mike ended up having a strange one-sided hatred for Jeremy. They ended up dating after that short bit.

Late that year, he discovered his dad was gay, and didn't really know how to feel about that information, confiding in Jeremy with the secret.

Sigggh, Jeremy then confided that information with the rest of their school. The problem with that is that there was already a lot of dangerous speculation that William is a gay man. He already got in enough hot water as a feminine person. If anything happened to Michael's father now, after his life-threatening accident, Michael's heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Jeremy and Michael break-up after Mike brutally physically fights him in school after finding out the source of the gossip. Jeremy gets sent to the hospital because of this fight. William pays for Jeremy's hospital bill and no charges are pressed against Michael.

Michael's attitude takes a sharp turn the second half of his senior year of high school. He felt betrayed and let down once again. He became increasingly aggressive, apathetic, unsympathetic, and had a general disregard for his own safety and the safety of others.

Henry wanted to send Michael to a military school to whip him into shape, but William strictly forbode it.

His friends tag along in his behavior, much too intimidated and fearful to say much of anything about it.

The main victim of this behavior was Evan, who became a fun target because of his elevated paranoia and anxiety after the events of his father's accident.

William was too gentle with Michael for his own good, and a bit terrified with Michael's recent behavior. He could've tried to mediate the situation better, but he was still recovering from his accident both physically and mentally. On top of that, he had to work in both Fredbear's and Freddy's interchangeably, managing the locations (Remember the tasks in FFPS, that's basically the jobs Will had to do, minus murderous animatronics).

The week leading up to Evan's twelfth birthday, Michael gets increasingly more jealous of the attention his little brother was receiving. Michael's behavior gets worse and worse throughout the week, William away, preparing for Evan's party, but able to keep an eye on his young son with the help of the Fredbear CCTVs.

It all comes to a head on Evan's birthday where he, Percy, Sam, and Tulio put him in the Fredbear animatronic's mouth, it's programming and the air pressure build-up causing Evan's skull to crack under said pressure, and he has a seizure while still in Fredbear's mouth.

A few nights later, Evan passes away from an inoperable brain aneurysm. William and Michael are devastated.

After Evan's death, Michael and his father only got into more heated arguments more often. Michael blamed himself for what happened and couldn't stand to be around his father much longer as he watched him deteriorate into a shell of a human being.

So, he stayed until just after he finished high school, per his father's request, and then he got the hell out of there. Packed up his necessities in his car and left his father to himself, alone in their home. And he drove all the way to Los Angeles.

He heard about Charlie's murder from his father that fall of 1983, but he couldn't bear himself to go back to that town for the funeral of another child he thought of as a member of his family. He should've never went back at all.

#ask answered #thanks for the ask!! #sorry that this took a while #fnaf #fnaf hurricane #michael afton #william afton #henry emily #evan afton #elizabeth afton

[pieroulette]

PECULIAR SPIRITS

GENRE | supernatural au, comedy, fluff, enhypen are spirits!

WARNING | angst but turns into comedy later on

WORD COUNT | 3.5K

A/N | this story falls under the creative space, since well, I wrote it without much thought and I had fun :)

You walked back home as the rain falls upon you, drenching your hair and your uniform. Unlike any other students who had an umbrella above their head, you didn't have one.

And unlike others who had someone to walk beside them despite the rain, you didn't have someone to walk with too.

But you still pull up a bright smile, hanging on to your motto of 'stay positive.'

The seventeenth number was your favourite number ever since you were a child, since in fact, it was your birthday and so along those years, you giddily waited for the seventeenth year of your life to come. The lucky year of your life.

Sixteenth year was filled with spring, you met your first love and confessed to him with a brave heart, with your eyes shut and voice firm as ever as you let out your confession. 3 things are what you made sure would be voiced out: 1) you like him, 2) you don't want to regret anything that's why you confessed as well, and 3) it doesn't matter if he doesn't like you or if he already likes someone, what matters is that you did it and even if it costs you a bit of embarrassment, it's not as much as worse as the regret you will experience if you didn't take the chance. You want to take the chance and not let it fly away from the tips of your fingers just like others do. It's just how you wanted to live your life.

You take off your shoes, the air inside the house was somber than usual. Today your parents were both sick due to the heavy rain a week ago, their bodies sore and aching, coughs and heavy eyes and yet they were still working in the small restaurant your family had for over a decade.

It was nothing grand actually, it's just rather a tiny shop with loyal and little customers visiting whenever they could. Your dad's friends hanging around and having a loud conversation together, and the elders playing chess at the tables, and the small children running across the street — the balls bouncing on and off the ground with their tiny but strong voices filling the air, shouting out "Let's play!"

Yet, all you could do was watch over them from the window of your room. Munching on your favourite mochi as the sun rays illuminate on the edges of your cheeks, a hint of jealousy striking your heart as you saw the rest of the kids in a school attire having their lunches beside the store, and adorable brown mixed with black puppies hopping around their feets.

School wasn't something you were able to have, due to financial reasons and despite never going to school, your parents never forgot to remind you that education isn't only limited in the classroom. But you weren't bothered actually to study and were in fact happy that you can't be bothered with the assignments and homeworks or the loud voices of the teachers and stuff, but somehow, looking at those small children's kind of made you a bit sad.

Just a bit sad.

But the boy you met outside the gate of the school whenever you passed by, gave you a small sense of interest and courage to actually ask your parents, that you wanted to go to school.

Despite the reason behind it wasn't really for school.

Sixteenth year was filled with nothing but bliss and joy, and though you felt guilt for lying to your parents, the moment you saw his face — you forgot everything and love was it, love was all you felt.

If love could be described, if the love for him could be described in words then it would be similar to a rushing wave in the sea with pinky petals falling all over it, mixing with the blue colour and a sweet fragrance lingers in the air. It was messy yet it was calm, silent it was but sometimes it was loud as drums.

If he could be described in words, then he would be a silent moonlight under the cold night sky — cold he was but yet he gently shines like the moonlight, illuminating it's bright colours on your skin, giving you a serene feeling. Birds chirped as if it was singing, soft breeze and a slow sound of the rush waves, mixing altogether in a complete perfect piece that was him.

His black slicked back hair, tall form, his personality, the way he blushes and laughs at random jokes, or the way he brushes of his hair or the way he carries himself with and without people, and because of that, he became your first love.

In your small room now half of it turn into a small studio for your arts, you sat at the small chair with the huge canvas in front of you — laying your paintbrush with the tips of it being yellow against the previously painted canvas, the rough and grey paint on it feels as if it was waiting to be painted with another colour and that's what you did.

Yet it's still gray, even when it has grown brighter than yesterday, it's still dark and dull and yet you force yourself to pull a small smile and continue to paint.

You often associate this small gesture with the acts of improving your life, little by little, that if you keep continuing to do it, then it will surely grow into bigger and better results.

But the canvas was still dull and broken because of the pain he gave to you, and even though you admitted to have move on, you still felt lonely. You really did was starting to accept that he was gone now and so what was this feeling? Was it hatred, was it a longing for love or a connection once again?

Walking across the street to the art store was somber too, even when the rain had died down and the sun had made its appearance back again. The street is drenched by the rain, the glass windows of the stores in your sides splattered with raindrops and despite the bright sun emitting its positivity and radiances on you and the negativity and positivity dividing itself within you but somehow today, the negative was outweighing the other one.

You walk in to the store, giving a slight bow to the old store clerk you had known for quite a few months now. Letting out a dejected sigh, your fingers finds it way through the plastic-covered art books, thoughts running mindlessly as it unconsciously picked the right material for you — a daily, free-hassle routine but yet you were not satisfied with the chosen material in your fists.

The old store clerk tries to place the single figurine among the arranged figurines at the table but fails when it falls over again and again, muttering a few curses in response.

"Tch." Then in the process of doing it, he notices your somber aura, staring at your for awhile until he pushes up his glasses on his nose as his wrinkled eyes take a brief look towards the ceiling as if he was making a decision, he then puts his attention back at you and his lips pulled up in a smirk.

Finally, after a good few minutes, you had finally made your decision and went to the counter. A gentle smile made its way to your lips as no words were exchanged between you both, and the old man continues with his work. It was a rather awkward situation that he couldn't seem to find anything to talk about now you were in front of him. You excused yourself but not before the old man called out for you, "Lady, would you like to have some free little toys before you leave?"

You let out a shy laugh, "I don't really keep such things, sir."

"Then surely it would be your first time," he picks up a little wooden figure with a small hat and a vintage attire, its wooden cheeks were tinted with red blush and its smile were bright and white. It's black-painted eyes holding no soul in it, but yet it still looks cute as a whole. "Take it, lady. This little friend has been accompanying me for quite some time and perhaps it's time that he should make a new friend now."

"But.."

"A little accompany wouldn't hurt?" The old man's eyes curve up into the slightest smiles and his lips mirroring it, his rough husky yet gentle voice gives you a warm feeling and so with much thought, you accepted the little figurine onto the palm of your hands. Clutching the material against your skin, and your lips pressed into a shy smile as you excused yourself.

The lush green lawn and the tall greeny trees outside your window still drenched with the rain, rain was supposed to give tranquility and yet today was different.

Placing your new and first figurine on the edge of the table which was scattered with paint brushes, ripped papers, magazines and small canvases. You took a rather long look at the smiling figurine, now that you observe it, the wooden figurine somehow looks creepy.

Another sigh left your mouth.

You sat on your red chair, painting on your canvas again, pausing for a second and you briefly glance at the newly bought art book and then it hits you. Why did you even buy a new one when you already had plenty of unused art books piled up in one corner of your room, and this huge unfinished canvas in front of you?

Your arm fell in disbelief, back slouching slightly and sadness washes over you, the paint brush between your fingers fell on the ground making a clink clank sound. A chuckle left your mouth and within a second, you pressed your face towards your hands and wept silently.

Trying to be so positive and yet still breaks down in agony, despite reminding yourself that you don't need anyone — a lover nor a friend, and that you would be doing fine and all you need is yourself, you still broke down whenever those thought devours you and pushes all the learned principles to the back of your mind.

What a joke.

And as you wept in the comfort of your hands, you didn't realise the tiny eyes of the wooden figurine at the edge of the table, lights up and blinks a few times in a second and its attention falls on your figure.

And to the cat who randomly appeared on the edge of the window, purring silently and licking its paws. In a blink of a moment, a sudden wind rushes over and the cat was slammed towards the floor and the sudden sound made you jolt in surprise, turning to the source of the noise with your teary eyes.

You sniffed uncontrollably as you were surprised to see a cat laying unconsciously beside the edge of the wall, and with that you bent down and gently caressed it.

It must have fallen off the window.

Then suddenly a meow emits in the air, the cat's form shuffles around and then it sits up, looking at you with its big boba eyes.

Your eyes formed in hearty emojis despite the tears streaming down your cheeks as you can't help but cooed at the cat who now leans forward and brushes it's cheeks at your legs.

"How cute.." you stroke it's neck and it purrs gently, making you chuckle.

Then unbeknownst to you, the cat's eyes narrow towards the wooden figurine at the table.

"The fuck bro, why did you freaking slammed me to the ground!?" the cat glares at the wooden figurine.

"Eh, your fault for acting like a damn stalker, my heart dropped like Jesus, you are better than that."

"Bitch, Sunoo. It's your fault for leaving me without saying anything! And heart? Really? Really?"

"And how would I know that old man would sell me to a random crybaby? It's not like I could raise my arms and be like, hellooo I'm not for sale!"

"Pfft, you're definitely for sale. Look at you with your sassy attitude."

"Are you fucking serious? Jungwon? Just because you are now in cat form doesn't excuse you talking to me like that."

"Says the one who's in a wooden coffin. Who's in a better form now huh?"

"It's a figurine!"

"You told me last time that it was equivalent to a coffin so yeah." Jungwon snuggles into your lap.

"It's not like I volunteer to be in this freaking form, it sucks I can't move like shit. I shouldn't have left heaven."

"Too late, now suck it up."

"You do know I could possess this huge crybaby and smack you against the wall, and turn you into a fresh grilled steak?" The wooden figurine rattles.

"If you do that, Jake's going to get out from his old grandma form and throw you in a dustbin pffft-"

"It's not like he could! If he could do that in the first place then I would've come out from this suck ass form like Sadako sheesh! Seriously what's going inside Ni-ki's head huh? That fucking old man!" The wooden figurine frantically moved in annoyance and suddenly it fell on the floor, surprising you once again.

"Oop, that must've hurt." The cat pulls an inhumane smirk. "I could imagine Jake hitting Niki with a slipper in his grandma form, what a beautiful sight."

You stood up, letting the cat down from your lap as you approached the wooden figurine on the floor, picking it up and placing it back on the table.

"Thanks, Miss. Crybaby."

"Bruh, why do you keep calling her that?" The cat licks it paws watching your figure approaching him again,

"This miss right here suddenly cries and I had no idea what's happening, probably cried because she realizes how her painting sucks so yeah."

"It looks pretty though." The cat stares at the canvas.

"I can do better than that, pfft." The wooden figurine rolled it's eyes.

"Yeah, it would be alot more better if she used you as her paintbrush. Would be hella awesome-"

The wooden figurine moves again, "Bish, come here-"

Then suddenly the doorbell rangs, alerting you and so you walked out of your room and went to the door.

"Oops they're here," The cat proceeded to follow but halted his steps at the wooden figurine rattling on the floor.

"Bro you look pathetic." The cat lets out an exaggerated laugh.

"If you don't pick me up right now!!"

"Okay okay, sassy Sunoo."

You pulled the door open only for your sight to be met with an elder couple, the old grandma who walks with the help of a cane and with her – the old grandpa who was the store clerk. This is the first time he had visited, you wonder why? And even more so, his wife?

"Is there something?-"

"Oh miss, I'm ashamed to say this but let me get it straight.." the old grandma paused to give a glare at her husband who froze in response, "but the wooden figurine my husband gave to you was actually precious to me and I hope it wouldn't trouble you that much of you could give it back?"

Your eyebrows raised in a surprised manner, "O-oh, of course! There's no problem, I'll take it now!"

You turned around only to be taken aback at the cat who has the figurine in his mouth.

"Who the fuck told you to put me in your disgusting mouth-"

"Where am I supposed to hold you then? Use your head Sunoo."

"Oh!" You let out a breath of disbelief, bending down to grab the figurine out from the cat's mouth, "That's rather surprising, thank you kitten." You patted the cat's head earning a meow from it.

"Here!" You smiled brightly, placing the figurine on the grandma's head.

"Oh thank you, child. I hope I didn't trouble you that much and especially my husband.." you couldn't help but chuckle at how the grandma glares at him.

"You look so cute with grandma, Sr. Chulsoo." you blurted out without much thought in which you raised your hand to your mouth, surprised.

The cat behind you gagged in an exaggerating manner.

"O-oh, dear, that's so sweet of you!" The grandma chuckled, pinching her husband's side earning a hiss from him, "Years of being together and yet still so fu- stubborn, but yes the chemistry is there isn't?"

You nodded, the sight of the old couple in front of you made your heart swell in happiness yet it bore a much deeper hole along with it.

"We'll take our leave now, there's so much stuff to get done for the store." The grandma walks backwards with a cane and you approach her trying to help.

"No-no, it's okay child." The grandma eyed the old grandpa in which he immediately rushes to her side and helps her, and they walked off to the street.

"Bitch, your fault I have to walk with this cane." You observed as the grandma walks quite fast with the cane despite her back slouching.

Weird. You shrugged, going back inside your house.

"Pfft! Tell that to Sunoo! He's been torturing me for the past few hours." The grandpa rolled his eyes and pulled the figurine from her hands.

"That doesn't mean you can sell him, freaking Ni-ki-" the grandma halted her steps as her eyes spotted something from the distance, narrowing it slightly to gain a better view and her jaw dropped. She both frozed at what she saw, walking backwards in small but panic steps.

"W-what?" The grandpa noticed her unusual reaction and looks at the direction her eyes were sent into.

There, an old wooden chair frantically raced towards their direction with a vintage car chasing after behind it.

"The fuck! Tell him to stop! Jay's gonna kill me!!!" The old wooden chair screams in panic.

"Bro the fuck Jay!! Where did you get that car!? It's so damn cool!" The grandpa's jaw dropped in amazement.

"Cool? Cool!? Freak! Is that what you seriously thinking at this moment!? Help me!" the leg of the wooden chair suddenly broke in the process, "Shit."

"R.I.P Park Sunghoon." the figurine snorted.

"Shut up! C'mon save me!"

"Gosh where did you even get that car, Jay!?" The grandma frantically walks backwards trying to think of a way.

"I don't know?? I suddenly popped in someone's body! A student! And he looks like me!??" Jay's eyes about to pop out at his reflection at the car's mirror and the fact he's about to crush his woody friend.

"Shit. Shit. What are we gonna do!?"

"Can someone call Heeseung!??"

"Heeseung is a fucking deer right now what are you saying!?" The figurine rattles again.

In a split moment before the car crushes at the wooden chair, the cat leaps forward and quickly pulls it with its mouth away from the center of the street.

"Thank God I'm safe!"

"Oh shit. No. No. No!!" the grandpa screams along with the grandma beside him.

A loud crash, smoke forming in the air and a large hole on the walls of a particular house was left to be seen by the peculiar spirits, and of course, you.

"What the!??" Both your hands clasped your hair in utter shock, jaw dropped and eyes wide as a car tragically bores a hole from the walls of your once beautiful living room into a now complete mess.

But something else was unusually weird. It can't be. The car, the exact model colour of the car, even the number plate.

It can't be.

"Ughhh, shit. That was close." the familiar voice made your heart sank as your sight was force to observe the boy in a student attire crawling out from the car.

Pressing your lips in a tight manner, you clenched your fists.

"Isn't it enough that you ruin my life.. that you also freaking ruin my house!?" You yelled at him who was taken aback at your outburst.

"J-jay! You okay bro!?" The elder couple came back but halted their steps immediately at the sight of you.

"Shit, now what we gotta do." The elder woman stomps her feet in annoyance with the not so pleasant sight in front of her, muttering a few curses in silence, clicking her tongue into her cheeks, almost forgetting the cane in her hand and her originally slouched back — she continues her act again.

"Why are you doing this to me? Jay!?" You cried out.

"H-hold up, the boy you're possessing right now is also named Jay!?"

"That's the weird thing?!" Jay rolled his eyes at the multiple voices in his head.

"Huh? You even had the guts to roll your eyes!? How fucking dare you!" You harshly pointed at him, heart clenching in pain as you approached him but immediately stop yourself as you can't bring yourself to do it.

"I-i.. No! I didn't- That wasn't for you!" Jay raised his hands to his chest, defending himself.

"Yeah right? Like you always fucking did!"

Silence.

"Wait, they k-know each other?"

Then suddenly a few low stomps came from outside the street, and a deer munching on grass came into view.

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion, jaw dropped for what seem like nth time today, "Since when there was a fucking deer in a city!?"

"Well shit, how are we going to settle this? Jake?"

"Don't ask me? I'm not the leader here??"

"Jungwon, stop licking your paws. You're not a damn cat."

© sweetpieceofnightmarez, 8. 11. 2022

-> @llyzblog

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Ian Hecox was a lot of things. Not being friends with Anthony Padilla before he disappeared was not one of them. He's given the chance to make it right.

« Warning - Mentions of kidnapping »

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« Prologue »

Ian Hecox was a lot of things.

He was the kid who was known for being on the cross country team, usually seen stretching around the track behind the school. He was the kid who was deemed class clown, usually goofing around that even some of the teachers found funny. He was the kid who was easy to get along with, causing him to have a fairly big group of friends and have a couple of them be close with him. He was the kid who, although he wasn't the smartest, he tried his best in school.

He was the kid who adored sitting outside during the weekends and stargaze all night. He was the kid who loved and cherished his guinea pig, Charlie, like his own child. He was the kid who loved to imagine different scenarios with his favorite characters. He was the kid who loved to play games with his sister and argue with her on whether he was cheating or not. He was the kid who offered to help his mom cook whenever he was home. He was the kid who built model airplanes with his dad. He was the kid who loved his family dearly, no matter how annoyed he was at them a lot of the times.

Ian Hecox was a lot of things, but being friends with Anthony Padilla was not one of them.

And that was one thing he'd regret for the rest of his life.

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Friday, September 16, 2016 1 hour before the disappearance

It was unusually cold.

A boy with a bright orange sweater walked at night, returning from his friend's house. He and his group of friends decided to spend the afternoon together, watching the new episode of their favorite show and talking about said boys' soon seventeenth birthday. But now it was nighttime, and the friends made their way back to their respective homes.

The boy with the orange sweater was accompanied by his friend with the white hoodie. They walked together until the cross, where the boy in white yelled some good-byes before rushing to the left, eager to get home. The other rolled his eyes but yelled a good night back before turning to his right and walking towards his home.

His house was located two streets after the park with the kids playground. The boy walked, humming the theme song of his favorite TV show, when he noticed a figure in the playground. He stopped, watching the figure with confusion. It was late, so there was no one in the park except for them.

The kid was sitting in one of the rusty swings, staring at the dirt patch under their feet. They were wearing a dark blue shirt and had their dark hair unkept, splitting into different directions. The boy with the sweater realized the kid went to his school and was from his class.

He bit his lip, debating whether to go towards the boy or just keep walking. In the end, the boy shrugged and continued walking, resuming with humming the song once more. It was cold outside, after all.

Before he crossed the street, he turned back for a moment and made eye contact with the other boy for a second, who was staring at him with an empty expression.

His eyes were brown, the boy noticed. And they looked sad.

The next time the boy with the sweater saw those brown eyes, they were in a missing person's poster stuck on the bulletin board of his school on Monday.

| 《 Chapter One 》

#new fic dropped! #dw im not dropping the other one #ive had the plot of this story on my mind for a couple years now (its loosely inspired by erased) #anyways lmk what yall think! #smosh #smosh rpf #ianthony #(platonic) #ian hecox #anthony padilla #shattered au

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May we know more of the lore of miss enkha please 🥺👉👈

(I am a half orc appreciation blog and love your misses and must know more about her cause I love her 🧡)

owo, the opportunity to talk about my specialist girl in the whole world?? this makes me so incredibly happy because i've been dying to share more about her! before i get into it, though, i just wanna give a little content warning for forced sex work and mentions of assault. i don't wanna bother anyone by just diving in. her backstory is rough, but she isn't. ♡

for a very long time, there was much of enkha's life that she just did not remember. she knew that she was born into a family, as everyone was, but she could only recall bits and pieces of them rather than whole figures with names and faces and histories. she knew that at the center, there was a very sad woman, but she could never remember her face, only clammy hands and furious little whispers. what she remembered was the denmother of the fox hollow, taking her off of someone's hands with only generosity in her heart, giving her work rather than letting her starve on the streets or worse. after all, what is a half-orc child but a bloody risk? there was almost love there, sometimes, if you tilted your head and squinted. enkha wouldn't consider it such, not anymore, not now that she knows better. she spent her first fifteen years learning how to clean bedsheets and weathering the world around her. neverwinter wasn't unkind; it was oblivious, uncaring. she only ever left the hollow to follow behind the denmother -- who she was already taller than by thirteen. "when will she be on offer?" men and women asked the denmother. they teased, "you better be training her right." the training began shortly after her seventeenth birthday, once she began putting on genuine muscle, once she reached a steady 6'3. most of the other girls in the den had started when they were much younger, but not her, not when the denmother had a specific role in mind for her.

despite her gentle nature and her even gentler touch, she was hauled by the scruff of her neck into the typical female orc fantasy for patrons who didn't know better and didn't care. all they wanted was a tall, broad woman to throw them around, one with tusks that prodded sharply out from her soft lips, one with a deeper voice and a harsh nature, keen to put them in their place. enkha was miserable. the role clawed in under her skin over time, changing down to her bones how she saw herself. not as a girl, but as a conqueror, as a monster, as someone meant for only one thing. any thoughts of freedom or romance or a life worth more than a coin in her palm were smothered in their sleep. there would be none of that, not for someone like her. she would ever be punished for the sins of her father. until... until. at twenty-two, she received a paying customer who entered her room without a word, lifting a hand when she demanded that he remove his hood so that she might see his face. only once the door to her chamber was solidly shut and solidly locked did he slip back his hood, as she'd ordered of him. he was a golden-haired young man, no older than twenty, but his eyes were strikingly familiar. they were the same brown as her own. gran micov was his name – allegedly, the only child of livia micov and heir to his grandfather's underground empire. except, he claimed, he was not the only child born of her. she was half-mad by forty, and nothing could stop her from slipping in mentions and memories of what had come of what had happened to her farther north, nothing short of cutting out her tongue. not only did her mother have a name, but so did her grandfather. there were names and faces and truths, outside of the hollow, and gran gave them to her... along with her freedom from the denmother, which had proved to be no small expense. after all, devya micov owned her and her brothel, and enkha was his daughter's misbegotten mistake.

but, in the end, gold swayed even the denmother, and enkha was let loose by her young, foolish half-brother. gran micov taught her everything she knows of stealth, of assassination, of cloak and dagger and death. he taught her about what jobs to take and which to avoid like they were plagued. he taught her how to spend her money and how to keep it. but beyond that, he bought her a spool of pretty cream-colored ribbon and a dress of a green so rich, it made her skin look almost golden. he showed her what she was capable of. he showed her that she could be precisely what she wanted to be. and what she wanted to be was so far away from neverwinter and devya micov and the fox hollow that she couldn't even remember what the warm waters of neverwinter river looked like. so, she traveled south along the high road, keeping to herself for the most part but taking occasional bounty hunting work to keep herself fed, stopping for a moment in waterdeep to buy supplies as well as purchase passage on a trading vessel headed towards baldur's gate. that was how she crossed paths with an aspiring tailor who would later be called figaro pennygood, though they started off on something of a bad foot considering his immediate assumptions about her temperament. those did not last, and by the time they reached their destination, he'd offered her work. would he ever cross paths again with a woman willing to kill his competitors for something as simple as a dress? unlikely. and so began their short, but ultimately mutually beneficial partnership. it lasted for upwards of a year before they parted ways – enkha with a closet full of sumptuous gowns, and figaro with something akin to a monopoly on fashion in the upper city. not because she could not continue her career as a tailor's assassin or because he could no longer afford her, but because she feared the person she became while killing.

the bloodlust that overtook her was a terrifying one and something that she fought valiantly against each and every time she fought, every time she spilled blood.

so, rather than continuing to take up her daggers, she looked into work with the guild, hoping that she might be able to ply her work as a surprisingly adept thief rather than continuing the bloody work of a hired killer.

thieving was easier. thieving didn't leave her feeling sick to her stomach. thieving could put food on the table without making her feel as if she wasn't worthy of eating it. around this time is when she's snatched up by the nautolid. she's twenty-six and just making a name for herself and coming into her own, and she's slurped up onto this mindflayer vessel and tadpoled and thrown into this entirely new world of being a hero, something that she never knew she was capable of but wanted desperately her entire life. this is when she discovers that she's capable of being soft, too. that her dressing up and putting ribbons in her hair wasn't a masquerade, but who she was always meant to be. :>

#type: replies #oc: enkha #oh my god this is so long i am so sorry

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is that jacob elordi ? oh, no, that’s leo walker, a twenty six year old bartender at catch me if you can who uses he/him pronouns. they currently live in valparaíso, and the character they identify with most is joseph joestar from jojo's bizarre adventure. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

basics.

full name: leo walker nicknames: n/a age: twenty-six zodiac: cancer birthday: july 4th, 1997 birthplace: melbourne, australia orientation: biromantic / bisexual occupation: bartender at catch me if you can height: 6'5" eyes: brown tattoos: none piercings: standard lobes. languages: english & conversational spanish

family.

warren walker (father, alive) claire walker (mother, dead) unknown older sister (half sister, alive)

background.

leo was born in melbourne australia, but at an early age his family had moved to sydney for better work opportunities for his parents. he was raised an only child and got everything he ever wanted or glanced at. when he was enrolled in school he was quick to make new friends. he was a chatterbox from an early age, entertaining kids his own age and even some adults.

he lived an ordinary life for the most part, getting average grades hanging out with his friends that he had made at an early age, and getting a job as soon as he was legally able to work. he couldn't complain about anything in his life, even though his parents weren't rich he was still receiving all the extras in life.

tw death/ a month before leo's seventeenth birthday he woke up to find out the most tragic news. his mother had died in her sleep. his whole world got flipped on it's head. the last thing he was ever expecting. very quickly things changed and leo watched as his father lost the light behind his eyes. when helping his father get things in order for his mother's service, leo came across pictures of a baby girl but nothing was written to signal who they were. he had a feeling because of what that baby looked like but went to ask his father to be sure. in the craziness of all of this he was told that he had a half sister from his mother. he tried to find her but without any other information about her it was a dead end.

all the extra goodies that he had been getting stopped and money became tighter. his father insisted that leo didn't put any of his own money towards bills and to save it. that wasn't going to stop him from helping out. half of what he earned went towards his savings and the other half went to go towards bills.

slowly but surely, there was a calm that came back into his life and things were starting to get easier again. after graduating he was unsure of what he wanted to do with his life. he thought about college and ended up going for a year before deciding that it wasn't for him. he knew that his dad would support him regardless of what he done he just wanted to make him proud.

looking at his savings he figured to make a big life change and started a group text between his friends asking for advice. 'where should i move?' several ideas flew around but nothing called out to him until someone told him about valparaíso. one of his friends had family that already lived out in chile and they agreed to help him get adjusted once he got in the city.

wanted connections.

half sister: this would be someone roughly ten years older than leo, he's never met her and doesn't have much information about her other than they're related through their mom. friends from home: a handful of friends either coming from australia that were around when leo was going through all of his big life changes internet friends: either people he's met on online communities that gave him good advice and challenged his creativity. roommates: preferably 1-2 people in his age range, no other requirements!

#valpohqintro

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Long Lost

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: They realize after a while that Five took Seven with him when he left. Now both of them are gone, and soon so is Six. But two out of three returning isn't bad, right? Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, pseudo-incest, mentions of pedophilia/child trafficking, and accidental misgendering Word Count: 10,371 Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

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A/N: So if you're noticing that this fic isn't the kind of thing I write anymore, you would be correct. This was actually written almost an entire year ago and has gone through several different stages. I went between making it a chaptered fic and writing the whole first season with this AU and just making it this oneshot. I totally burned myself out writing my fiktorla fanfiction series and don't want to write canon rewrites anymore, so I'm leaving this as a oneshot. I tried to edit it as much as I could but there might be issues or typos that I missed since I was kind of skimming it. I also think it's funny that this has been on my 'to upload' list longer than I've actively interacted with some of my TUA mutuals. Have fun reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

Funerals were something that they attended more often than most people would think. Many of their adoring fans had speculated that the few publicized funerals, which had been for make-a-wish kids, were the only ones that they had to attend. However, the Umbrella Academy superheros were often forced to attend the funerals of those that they had failed to save as a way of punishing them. Reginald would spend the entire car trip informing them of what a piss-poor job they had been doing by not showing up right as the crime had been committed or beforehand to save absolutely everyone. It was only when they got older did they realize he was doing it to keep them in their place and stop them from lashing out. 

The funerals that were hardest to attend were the ones that they had actually failed to save. It didn't happen often, but there had been a couple missions that went wrong. Those missions usually resulted with them being bedridden with injuries and attending the funerals of everyone that they had failed to save. Allison had been instructed to rumor anyone who recognized them at the smaller funerals. They were never allowed to apologize to the family of those that they had lost.

The worst funeral that any of the children had ever had to attend was Ben's. He died when they were seventeen after a mission that had gone worse than any of the others that they did at the beginning of their careers. It was somehow so much more grueling and traumatizing than the actual mission, or having to attend the funeral of the woman he had killed in the accident. It was already harrowing and difficult to have lost their brother, but the new portrait inside the house over the mantel seemed to make it even worse. Five and Seven had already been gone for almost five years by the time that Ben died, and yet Five was the one that hung in eternal remembrance over their fireplace. Ben got a statue in the backyard and ignored after the funeral had been used to control the children even more.

It was most likely the reason that so many of them had run. Klaus was the first to leave, just a couple months after Ben had passed away. They had no idea where he had gone. One day they woke up and found his bedroom window open and half of his possessions gone. They had done some searching around The City, but every time they got word of someone that looked vaguely like their missing brother, they ended up losing the trail.

Diego left on their seventeenth birthday with the promise that he was going to join the police force. He was sent to an apartment that their father had already paid for after packing up all of his things. Both of the others knew that the only reason he wasn't completely out in the world is that he was still doing what Dad wanted him to, even if he was doing it indirectly now.

Allison left next. She waited until she was nineteen when she finally left. It was the dead of night after a rather harsh fight with Luther. They were arguing more and more now that it was just the two of them trying to keep the foolish superhero business alive. Luther was always desperate for their father's attention and Allison wanted them both to grow into their own people. He would refuse to go out with her into town to see a movie or eat at a diner like they used to when they were kids, back when there were seven of them instead of two. They got into it, arguing about everything under the sun and a few stranded in space. She had packed up her things and said goodbye to her mother and Pogo, leaving only a note for the two men in the house. She then charmed her way onto a plane to Los Angeles where she could live out her dreams as an actress.

Luther technically never left. He stayed by their father all throughout his teenage years and then deep into his twenties. The only reason that he ever left residence in the house was to go on the mission to the Moon, and even then he was still only going where his father wanted him to.

It had been four years since any of the children had occupied the house when they all returned to it. 

They had decided to forgo a funeral with the general public because of Klaus' condition and Allison's newfound fame. Instead, they all returned back to their childhood home so that they could hold a familial memorial service and then return to their lives. None of them had stayed in contact with each other since they had left the dreaded house anyway.

Despite their haste at getting away from the abuse of their father to live their own lives, all four siblings ended up returning. Diego was the first to arrive since he had kept tabs on the house while doing vigilante work around The City after failing the police academy. Klaus was next, since he was still bumming around the town he had grown up in while trying to look for the next hit that would keep his demons at bay. Allison had the shortest trip out of the last two siblings so arrived next, and the last to come home was Luther. 

The interactions were inevitable, but they still somehow put it off.

Diego was helping Grace with something in the kitchen, purposefully ignoring all of the signs of wear and tear in her code that caused her to act a little off. He loved his mother unlike he had loved anyone or anything else in his entire life. She was his constant source of endless comfort and encouragement when he had been struggling through his stutter and learning disorders as a child, so he was a little blind to the faults that she might have.

The door clicked behind Allison as she finally got back to her childhood home. "Hello? Is anyone else here?" she called through the still air. It was like walking back in time the second she passed through that door. She was no longer the famous actress, mother, and wife that she had been before she got on the plane. She was nineteen, fresh off a sort-of break up with her sort-of brother. 

Diego took his mother's arm, guiding her away from the rice that she had been rinsing to cook on the stove for that night's dinner. "Allison, welcome home," Grace chirped as soon as she caught sight of her daughter.

"Mom," the woman's gaze softened from that defensive, wary look they all took on when they were back in their childhood home. She rushed over to her mother, wrapping her arms around the robot to bring her into a hug. "It's great to see you again. Sorry I never visited."

"It's alright dear. I was programmed to take care of you as children, and you're no longer a child. I was aware that you were all going to grow up and leave the nest eventually," she chuckled. "Diego told me that you made your dream to be an actress."

"Oh, yeah," she nodded. "I got married and had a kid too."

"Didn't know that," Diego commented, moving his head to the side as he looked over his sister. She wasn't that different than when they were kids, other than the outfits that she was allowed to wear now that she had some bodily autonomy. She had also changed the color and style of her hair.

She turned away from their mother to look over him as well. Diego had barely changed from when they were teenagers, other than the hardened look in his eyes. He had a couple new scars marring the lower parts of his neck, no doubt also streaking across his abdomen and shoulders. "Well, the wedding got a little bit of publicity but Patrick and I made sure that Claire wasn't ever in the spotlight. I never get to go out with her in public, but it's for her safety," Allison explained.

"I didn't know that I would be a grandmother after all this time," Grace said lovingly. While she had originally been programmed to be nothing more than a nanny to them all, when they started to call her mom, her program had seemingly adjusted itself to fit the more human nature they had given her. "Do you have any pictures of her?" the android asked, bringing both of her children back towards the kitchen.

"I do, actually," Allison replied. She dug her wallet out of her backpocket after depositing her bags near the door for retrieval later. She flipped it open and then revealed a picture of a little girl around four years old sitting on Allison's lap while laughing at something her mother had just said. "This is my daughter, Claire."

"She looks just like you, my dear," Grace praised. She sat both of her children down at the non-formal dining room table where they would take their breakfasts. Lunch was something that they got to eat wherever they wanted, and then dinner was taken in the formal dining room with their father. She placed more snacks than either of them could ever eat down on the table in front of them before she went back to her work.

The silence was stifling before Diego managed to find the words to ask more about her life. He already knew most of what she could tell him about the actress part, since it was well publicized, but he enjoyed hearing the stories of her daughter and husband that she was willing to share. He was willing to give her a little bit about his life as well. He told her about his vigilante work, though he dodged the questions about the girl she had heard he was dating back when she left for LA.

The conversation got a lot easier when their brother stumbled into the room. He was babbling at someone behind him, either a figment of his imagination or one of the ghosts he swore roamed the halls when he was a child. He turned on his heel and then stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed that it wasn't just his robotic caretaker, but two of his siblings. "Allison! Diego!" he crowed as he saw them. He removed the cigarette or blunt or whatever he was smoking from between his lips as he moved to hug them, ignoring how they were leaning away from him. "What a surprise!"

"Surprise? It's our father's memorial," Allison objected, giving him a firm pat on the back to make him detach from her.

He did, flopping down at the head of the table that had remained unoccupied since Seven and Five had disappeared almost seventeen years ago. "So how've the two of you been?"

"We've been living lives," Diego replied. He had his arms defensively crossed over his chest and was examining his brother like he was a criminal (which, knowing Klaus, he probably was). "What have you been doing, Klaus?"

"Seeing the universe, running away from demons, mooching off poor old schmucks too scared to come out to their wives. Same old, same old," he shrugged.

"It's good to know that you're not dead," Allison, glancing over to her other brother and their mother. It had been a serious concern for the remaining heroes when Klaus had left and never come back. They had all known about the alcoholism and the drugs, especially when they found ecstasy in his stuffed animals while searching his room for clues. It had only led them further down the path to believing that he had overdosed in an alley somewhere after getting a bad batch of his newest poison and they were never going to see him again.

"Mm, thought about it a couple times but decided that life was so much more fun!" Klaus gave them a near-demented smile. His eyes were rimmed with two different types of black, one eyeliner and the other bruises from lack of sleep, and they were sunk back into his face. Around the facial hair he had somehow managed to keep well-maintained they could see the way that his skin stretched across the bones of his skull. Underneath the huge feathered coat he was wearing, it was also apparent that he had been doing more substances than eating in the last thirteen years. "After all, if I had told the EMTs to go fuck themselves the last time I OD'd then I never would have been able to attend Dad's lovely memorial service."

Allison felt her heart melt a little in her chest despite herself. She might not have been as emotional as a sober Klaus or Ben had been, but she still loved her family. Seeing Klaus alive had been a huge relief for her, as was hearing (in his own odd, roundabout way) that he had wanted to keep living so that he could see them again. 

Diego, on the other hand, was less moved by his ramblings. He leaned towards the other man menacingly, "You came back here to steal shit to pawn, didn't you? You did the same thing when he left to go to Mexico with Luther and Allison. Sold a bunch of shit and then did meth in the attic."

"Meth doesn't settle well with me," Klaus shuddered. He had been awake for a solid seventy hours, which meant that the nightmares when his body actually shut down and got some sleep were so much worse. He had stayed away from anything close to an upper since then, preferring things like ketamine and weed. Things that sedated him into a comforting dozing state where he could avoid the ghosts in both his waking and sleeping mind.

Both of the sober siblings glanced at each other, having a conversation that their brother didn't care to be privy to. This was going to be a tense couple of days while they waited for Luther to return from his moon mission.

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Their interaction with their remaining brother had gone about as well as they had been expecting it to. After so long being by himself and only sending voice recordings back to their father as his proof that life still existed, he was a little manic about the man. He had spent most of his first day back, after giving them all a curt greeting, rummaging through their father's bedroom and study despite the proof of death and how he had been killed being provided to him in the coroner's report.

The next day they had actually been able to persuade him to attend the memorial they wanted to do now that they were all together.

All four siblings walked solemnly out into the courtyard, the urn containing the ashes of their father's body tucked carefully under Luther's arm. Pogo was the only one that wanted to speak to remember their father. Despite everything that he had done for Reginald and his obvious loyalty, Luther had remained silent when the old ape had asked if anyone wanted to speak. The eulogy had resulted in Diego and Luther getting in a fight, and Allison storming back inside. The last thing that happened in the courtyard, until later that night, was Klaus stubbing his cigarette out on the ashes.

They were all pretending to get along with each other for the sake of their robotic mother. At this point, all of the siblings could tell that something was up with her. She had been acting erratic and had even made an error with dinner the night before. If she was human this wouldn't have been at all alarming considering the fact that their father had just died, but she was a robot programmed to be the perfect housekeeper and mother. She had never once in their entire lives made a mistake when it came to cooking or cleaning.

"What's that?" Klaus asked suddenly. They ignored him until he got up, wandering towards the window. Something was swirling outside like a storm, right in the backyard where they had held the terrible memorial earlier that day. It was shedding black and blue lights onto the tile floor despite the yellow light fixtures hanging every three feet in the room.

Diego shot up out of his seat as soon as he caught sight of whatever was happening outside. Luther and Allison hurried after their brother, Klaus only turning to follow after a good five minutes. The siblings stumbled out into the pouring rain to look up at the vortex that was causing the ashes from earlier, along with a lot of the fall leaves, to swirl through the air in a mad jumble.

"What is that?" Allison called, holding a hand up to her face to try and block out the aggressive wind.

"Get behind me! It could be dangerous," Luther shouted over the blistering noise that was emitting from the swirling energy in front of them. It looked vaguely familiar in a way that Allison couldn't quite put her finger on, and less familiar to the other three ex-superheroes.

"Yeah, get behind us!" Diego shouted as he moved so that he was at the same level of closeness to the vortex as their much bigger brother. No one was trying to move closer to it, but Luther and Diego didn’t actually care about that. They just wanted to act like they could fight whatever it was.

Allison rolled her eyes but didn't try to argue with them, just brought all of her attention back to trying to figure out the fuzzy shapes that were beginning to lean closer to the other side of the vortex. She let out a screech when she was pushed back by Klaus. A stream of fluffy white foam rained down on them before they all realized that he had stolen one of the numerous fire extinguishers stocked around the house. The irony of it was that they had one in almost every room exactly for the purpose of putting out Klaus-related fires. When he had run out of the extinguisher fluid, he just chucked it through the vortex. 

"What was that supposed to do?" Diego snarked, turning to look at their drugged brother. Allison was the only one to notice that it hadn't fallen through the other side like it would have had this been a cloud like she had suspected.

They all backed up in a panic as the vortex began to swirl louder and louder. Two figures were pushing through the center that had turned more beige and green than the swirling white and blue on the outside. Before any of the four ex-heroes could react, two people tumbled down onto the ground in front of them.

"Is it just me or is that little Number Five that I see?" Klaus asked, moving so that his chest was pressed up against Allison's arm. 

The two figures that were lying on the ground were about the size of teenagers, but it was a little hard to tell since they were hunched over like they were in pain. They were both wearing neatly pressed black and white suits, though one of the figures looked as if his clothing had all been enlarged on a scale his body hadn’t followed. The shirt and jacket cuffs pooled around his hands as he tried to push himself off the ground, and the pant legs were like huge bags around his stick legs. They both had ruffled brown hair from pushing themselves through the portal. The man that fit better into his suit seemed to have a smattering of scars over the exposed parts of his skin as well.

When Klaus’ words really sunk in and they had more than a few seconds to look at the new arrivals, the other siblings nodded in agreement, but were too shocked to do much else. So much grief piled back onto them as they looked at the form of the brother that they had lost far too early in life. 

Five had always been closest with Seven, who had been ostracized from the rest of them by their father. The only reason that Five got away with hanging around her as often as he did was because of how willing he was to go along with their father's experiments. They had all bonded with him, however, as well as a bit with Seven. They had all been learning in the same classrooms, and they had to take care of Five when they were on their way back from missions but too far away from home to let Seven take over like she was wont to do. Something that had made the disappearance of their siblings even more heartbreaking was that their last interaction they ended up having with them both. It had been all of them refusing to stick up for either of their now-missing siblings while their father berated them for speaking out of turn, Seven, and having delusions of grandeur, Five. The last time they ever saw either of their siblings they had both been inconsolably upset. Five had stormed out of the room and Seven had sat at the end of the table while sobbing until she was finally told to go to her room. After that, neither of them were ever seen again.

Five at least had a portrait hanging in the living room to remember him by, but it was as if Seven had never existed. They could still sometimes hear the phantom playing of her violin, though. She had picked up the instrument when they were young, around the time they started going on longer missions, and played it near constantly. The violin was resting somewhere in the storage space along with the rest of her things. Her room had been packed up shortly after she and Five had disappeared. The grief increased exponentially as they realized that they had some form of their missing brother back, but no sign of their sister.

“Five?” the man that wasn’t their brother called out. He turned around, his eyes wide as he searched for the aforementioned superhero.

Five lurched forward despite having difficulty moving in his baggy clothes. He reached out so that he grasped the other man’s arm and pulled them slightly closer together. “I’m here, I’m here,” he soothed. His hand came up to the cup the back of the stranger’s head so that their foreheads were pressed together. The stranger reached forward so that he was grasping the front of Five’s baggy suit jacket so tight that his knuckles turned white. They stayed pressed together like that for a couple of breaths before Five detached from him and properly got to his feet. The stranger sunk back down so that he was sitting hunched over with his head in his hands.

Five looked around them, mostly up towards the Academy, before his eyes fell on the gathering of siblings that had been dutifully watching from a few feet away. "It worked!" he crowed, a maniacal grin forming on his face. “My dear, it worked,” he turned back to the man that he had come through the portal with, though his smile faltered just a little bit as he began to realize something.

"Sort of.” The stranger slowly began to raise himself up to his feet. He was still holding his head with one hand, like it ached so bad that it might explode if he let go. He looked down at his body, and then swore loudly, "Shit! Five, I told you that you had done something wrong. Look at me!"

A hungry look took over their brother’s eyes for a moment and he licked his lips. He moved forward, grasping the sides of the strangers lapels, "Look at you?”

“Five,” the man growled out before his eyes went wide. He looked up and down the body of the other man a couple of times, like he couldn’t really believe what he was saying. “You might want to take a look at yourself, my dear.”

The teenager looked a bit taken aback about that. He looked down at his body and then back towards his companion, face filled with fury. “Viktor, Look at me! I'm fucking thirteen again!"

The older man, apparently named Viktor, shot him a look that could kill. His attitude seemed to be the perfect mix of humor and anger. His voice was light and teasing but it was clear he was panicked and uncomfortable by his body posture and expression. "So we have the same levels of testosterone, that's great for the both of us," he snarked. 

"Well when we've finished saving the world from doomsday you can go harass the Commision to take you back for medical care, alright?" he sniped. They were snapping back and forth like they were an old married couple, like they had known each other forever. "Maybe they'll even give you that stupid old man body again. You should be grateful that I gave you another chance to be young."

"Maybe you should be grateful you get another chance to go through puberty. Now you know what it was like for me," Viktor replied. The two looked like they were just going to keep going until it ended in an all out brawl. They already had blue and white energy spirals forming around them, similar to what the vortex had been made out of.

Allison stepped around her brothers. She placed her hand over Diego's clenched fist so that he wouldn't be able to chuck a knife at their long-lost brother and his friend. "Okay! How about we all calm down and explain this situation? Who are you and why are you in our backyard?" she directed the question towards Five.

"We're your brothers," he replied, giving them that same smile he had seventeen years ago. He hadn't changed at all, despite talking a little bit differently and wearing clothes that definitely did not fit him.

Luther seemed to snap out of his shock and into the mode of a leader like he did every time they were on a mission. "Not possible. We had one brother that went missing when we were little. The other one is dead," he began to walk closer to the duo. "So tell us who you really are."

Viktor walked so that he was standing so close to Five that their shoulders were almost glued together. Their hands naturally reached down and threaded together. The man standing next to the photocopy of their brother grimaced and then asked, "Who died?" His eyes were flitting over each of the sibling, as if trying to place who they were despite them never having met before.

"Excuse me?" Allison asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"You said that you lost two brothers, one of them died. Which one was it?"

"Ben," Klaus spoke up for the first time since the new arrivals landed in their backyard. "Ben died."

"Shit," Five swore, dragging a hand over the side of his face.

"Explains it though," Viktor commented, shaking his head as well. He turned back to the group of siblings who were eagerly awaiting answers. He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders to try and give himself the confidence to speak. Five responded to the action by breaking apart their hands and weaving his arm around Viktor’s waist. They were brought even closer together after that, if it was even possible. "Do you remember back when we were all thirteen, how there was a little girl running around the house, who didn't have any powers?" VIktor asked. His dark brown eyes seemed to become more familiar as memories of their missing sister were returned to the four ex-heroes.

They all glanced at each other. Diego spoke for them, "Number Seven, yeah. What's your point?"

"Turns out Number Seven had powers and wasn't a girl. I'm him. Though I prefer to go by Viktor now," he introduced, holding his spare hand out in front of him towards them after removing it from the pocket of his slacks.

Klaus pushed past his siblings so that he was grasping the other man's hand. "Wonderful to re-meet you, dear brother. Now I finally have someone who understands the constraints of gender norms," he gasped as he slung an arm around Viktor's shoulders.

Five actually growled at the action as Viktor was jostled away from him. He bit the edges of his tongue to stop himself when Viktor gave him a gentle look to tell him that it was okay. "We don't have time for this," Five hissed.

He turned towards the house, but just before he had the chance to summon the energy to jump, Viktor detached Klaus from his shoulders and grabbed a hold of him. "If we don't have time to talk to our siblings then we don't have time for you to go all limp and comatose because you overused your power. We're walking," he almost commanded. It was a bit humorous, watching an adult shorter than the teenager dragging him around by his tie.

They pushed past the siblings into the backroom that they had all piled out of, leaving the others behind in their wake. Something was off about this entire situation, which added to the feeling of static electricity that hung heavily in the courtyard from the vortex. The four ex-superheroes glanced at each other before they followed after the duo. The information that they had been given was not enough to really draw any conclusions, but served to make them nervous. 

"Wait, wait, wait," Diego called after them when they finally reached the downstairs kitchen where the two had disappeared. It was late and Grace was already charging in her chair upstairs, leaving them to have the space all to themselves. The rest of the siblings were sticking close to their knife-wielding brother as they also followed after the duo. 

Viktor and Five had very easily made themselves at home. They moved around each other in perfect synchronicity, which caused the siblings to stutter for a moment. Viktor was rifling through a cupboard while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see the second shelf properly. Five moved behind him, placing one hand on his hip so that he could alert the other to his presence. He reached above Viktor so that his chest was pressed flush to the other man's back as he got the item that the shorter man had been struggling to reach. "Hate you," Viktor mumbled, though there was no heat or venom behind it.

"Love you," Five replied, his voice so soft that Allison was the only one able to pick up on it as she had learned to listen for tiny noises during her time with Claire. He pressed a kiss to the side of Viktor's head, his hand moving up from the other man's waist to hold the side of his head. Viktor's eyes fluttered shut for just a moment as the action was completed.

The siblings thought that they'd stop touching after that had finished, but it just kept happening. Slowly, the four of them filtered into the space so that they were sitting around the table. Allison and Luther were sitting on either side of the table, the last setting, while Klaus took up residence in the middle. Diego stood behind Luther, his arms folded over his chest while he ran a knife over his knuckles over and over again.

Viktor turned around so that his front was pressed to Five's and then took the bag of marshmallows from his hand. "Get the peanut butter for me if you're going to rub your height in my face so much," he ducked underneath Five's arm so that he was standing at the very end of the table.

"You're just upset because I'm still taller than you even though I'm stuck as a thirteen-year-old," he teased with a bright, soft smile. They had never seen him look anything like that when they were all kids, before they had disappeared. He had smiled before, but it had always been cocky and full of venom. This was something that felt a little too intimate to be watching, and yet none of the siblings could bear the thought of looking away from their siblings lest they disappear again.

"Maybe I shouldn't be mad at you for still being taller than me," Viktor hummed thoughtfully. Five rearranged himself so that he had his arms wrapped around the other man's waist and his head tucked on Viktor's shoulder. He turned to press a kiss there as the physically older man continued, "Because your error made us stuck in these bodies, you're not going to be getting any-"

"Okay!" Allison shouted over the top of him before the man had a chance to continue. "So are you going to explain what's going on here or do we just have to follow you two around until the secret reveals itself?"

They both sighed. "I guess we do have to tell them," Five muttered.

"Go get the peanut butter," Viktor said, instead of giving them any information relevant to the situation at hand. He nodded with his head and Five followed every single little motion that he made like he was trying to commit it all to memory.

"No, don't wanna let you go," Five muttered as he buried his nose in Viktor's neck.

Viktor dropped the bread that he had been getting out and let out a little giggle. He reached down so that his hands were on top of Five's, rocking them from left to right. "Do you want to eat so we can save the world or not?" he asked after he had sobered up from the rush of happy chemicals the cuddling caused.

Five let out a huffy noise and then immediately popped to the other side of the kitchen with a flash of blue. "I hate that you're always right," he groused as he reached for the peanut butter.

Luther jumped when his brother was no longer where he had been moments prior. "I haven't missed that," he grumbled under his breath.

"I thought we agreed that you were going to be jumping anymore," Viktor shot towards the other, though he held his hand out to the side for the peanut butter despite Five being on the other side of the kitchen.

"I did nothing of the sort," Five snapped shortly as he placed his hand in Viktor's hand instead of the requested item.

"You're an ass," he snapped, though he made no move to drop the hand that he had been offered. Instead he just used it to tug Five closer to him, the teenager-shaped man wrapping both of his arms around Viktor's hips as they had been before.

"Yes, but I'm yours," Five gave another one of those smiles to the shorter man as he pressed a kiss to the spot where Viktor's half-soft jawline met his neck. The aforementioned man let his eyes flutter shut as he leaned back into the touch for just a second.

The siblings on the table had been watching the entire interaction like it was a train wreck, something that no one ever wanted to see but couldn't look away from. It was as if the duo had no idea that there were people around them and that what they were doing looked far too intimate to share with their siblings. "So… you never answered my question from earlier."

"Right. Sorry, I'm not exactly used to having to explain myself," Viktor cleared his throat as a small flush formed over his cheeks. "What's your question?"

"Why didn't you come back until now?" Allison asked.

"What were you saying about the end of the world?" Luther asked.

"Are the two of you a couple?" Klaus asked.

"What have you been doing since you left?" Diego asked.

Each of the questions had been asked on top of each other so that they came out in a confusing jumble. The siblings turned and looked at Klaus while he just stared at the two beings trying their best to become one. "Why would you ask that?" Allison hissed. She couldn't keep the burning feeling of shame and embarrassment as she remembered the flirting she and Luther had when they were teenagers and yesterday when they had seen each other for the first time.

Klaus huffed at her. "We were all thinking it!" he said as he gestured vaguely at the duo. "I mean, they're practically hanging off of each other. That's not normal sibling behavior."

"What does our family know about normal sibling behavior?" Diego asked, raising a brow at Klaus.

Five cleared his throat to get the attention back to him and Viktor. "For your information, we are together. Viktor is my husband."

"We're not legally married," the other man supplied. He had finished spreading peanut butter over four pieces of whitebread and was now placing marshmallows over two in even spaces.

"We have a marriage license!" Five squawked.

Viktor laughed and leaned back into the touch of his husband once more. He turned his head to the side and gave Five a gentle kiss on the cheek to try and soothe him, like it was something he had learned to do a long time ago. "Yeah, one that doesn't have my legal name on it and is from before we were even born," he cackled, which earned him an eye roll from the taller man. He then turned back to his siblings and the food he was making. "The last time that you saw Five and I was… seventeen years ago?"

"What's the date? The exact date," Five said, interrupting his lover's explanation.

"We're the ones that are supposed to be asking the questions," Luther tried to challenge. He moved forward in his chair like he was going to stand up and try to intimidate them, but he barely even got a blink from either of the others. He was a little bit put out by that, confused about how they had changed so much in their time away from the family. When they were younger, before the two of them had left, Seven would cower away from him whenever he got anywhere close. Now, Viktor seemed completely unimpressed by any intimidation that he was able to scrounge up.

Allison looked towards Luther, extending her hand to rest on top of his own around Klaus. She then turned back to the duo, "It's March 24, 2019."

"Good, we still have time," Five nodded.

"Only seven days," Viktor objected.

"We've gotten a job done in less time than that."

"We had the briefcase back then. We don't have it anymore. And the Commission is going to be trying to come after us."

"They'd be stupid to try that with our powers," Five reached his hand up and got a few strands of Viktor's hair out of his eyes. Now that they were closer, the other siblings were able to see that his hair hung awkwardly in front of his eyes like it had been cut with a knife and without the use of a mirror. 

"That's another thing that we wanted to ask about. Earlier you mentioned that Se-Viktor had powers. Dad told us almost constantly that he didn't, though," Luther spoke up. Diego perked up a bit at that as well. Much like Allison, he had been trying to both listen in on the duo and ignore them as much as possible. Relationships were sensitive for almost all of them, outside of the normal social urge to not want to watch two people make out.

They snapped back to watching their siblings. Viktor placed the sandwiches together so he had made two of the sugary monstrosities that he and Five had been obsessed with when they were little. He handed one to the taller man behind him. Five sat down in the chair closest to that end of the table so that they could still be facing the rest of the family. He reached forward so that his open hand was placed on Viktor's hip and was able to easily pull the shorter man back so that Viktor was situated on his lap. They ate a few bits of the sandwich like it had been years since they had eaten anything at all. Just watching them devour the odd meal gave Allison heartburn.

When he had finally had enough of the sandwich to actually focus, Viktor finally answered the question Luther had asked most recently. "He was lying. Do you remember the medication that I used to take before every meal?" Five let out a near-feral growl from where he was hidden behind Viktor's body. One of his arms was still wrapped tightly around the other man's wait, holding him in place so that they were almost flush to each other. His face was hidden behind Viktor's shoulder as he used his other hand to eat. "Shush, you. Well it turns out that the medication was actually being used to keep me sedated because my powers are half-linked to my emotions. From what we were able to study while we were away, I have the ability to change sound into energy. It means that I can do a lot of things as long as I have sound to manipulate."

"Telekinesis, weather control, energy manipulation, giving life," Five sounded off behind him. "My husband is very talented."

Viktor's cheeks turned a cute shade of pink as he ducked his head. "You're not allowed to call us that when we're in public from here on out. Not until you get a body that fits mine."

"What, you don't want to be married to a thirteen-year-old? What happened to 'til death do us part'?" Five asked, the joking smile dripping from his words.

Viktor just rolled his eyes and finished his sandwich. "To answer your earlier questions," he began.

"Wait, we're just supposed to believe that you suddenly have powers? How are we supposed to trust you over everything that our father told us?" Allison asked nervously. She didn't love their father and she didn't admire him the way that Luther did, but she was still a little bit suspicious of the two newcomers.

The shorter of the two men pulled himself off of his husband. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and then a fork from the side of the drawer next to the stove. He placed the glass down on the table and knocked into the side of it with the fork. The four siblings watched with rapt attention as Viktor's eyes flickered so that the iris flipped from hazel to pure white. It wasn't the same color white as sclera, this one glowed eerily. There was also a thrumming white-blue glow coming from his chest just below his collar bones. The glass raised and then shattered so that thousands of tiny pieces rained down on the counter.

Klaus let out a shriek and scrambled backwards so fast that he tumbled off the end of the table. Diego snickered but moved to help his brother up anyway. Since Ben had died, the two of them had been interacting every now and again, though it was mostly just Diego taking care of his brother since Klaus was a bit helpless, which resulted in them being closer.

"Wow, okay," Allison leaned back. Her brows furrowed together like she was trying to figure something out. She then gasped and clasped a hand over mouth, "You weren't sick… he made me…"

"What?" Viktor asked as he turned to face her. The glow had completely gone away now that he was no longer trying to use his power. He glanced back towards Five, who he had to move away from when he was planning for the demonstration. There was a wild, panicked expression resting on his features. Five was up in an instant, tangling their hands together.

Allison removed her hands from her face as she explained in a rush, "When we were little, maybe four-ish? Dad told us all that you were sick. He brought you somewhere else, I think it was somewhere down in the basement. He made me go down there and I rumored you. I don't even remember what he made me say but you stopped acting like yourself after that. We all assumed that something you had caught had made you kind of weak and that's why Dad never let us play with you anymore but it must have been something to do with the medication."

"You're the reason that he felt like that all those years?" Five nearly screamed as he whirled around. He was approaching his sister with a predatory stance. For once, he was the one to break contact with Viktor without being told to do so beforehand. "You're the reason that I had to hold him every night while he sobbed his eyes out because he just wanted to be included but couldn't? You're the reason that he went through literal fucking decades of pain because he couldn't control the goddamn star living in his chest?"

"Five, that's enough!" Luther called.

The man rounded on his brother instead. "You're part of the problem too! None of you were ever there for him the way that I was, to see how badly this stupid project of Dad's destroyed him. None of you know how hard it was to try and get him enough confidence in himself to believe that he was worthy of love even though it was only us. Do you know what that kind of abuse does to someone's psyche?" He turned back to Allison.

"It's not that big of a deal, Five," Viktor called out from where he was still standing at the end of the table. He had recovered from his shock of realizing why his entire life felt like a lie, why every single thing that he had done was nothing more than mediocre. It hadn't been because he was actually just lesser than his siblings, but because his brain and every single thing he did had been manipulated by something out of his control.

"No! We promised that if we ever saw the old man that we would kill him because of what he did to us. He turned us into walking experiments, Viktor. Now he's gone before we got the chance to give him what-for and we find out that Allison is the one that made you feel like this," he was seething with rage at this point. He turned back to the woman, taking another predatory step closer to her. "I should kill you and put you out of your misery." 

"FIVE! That is enough," the lights above them flickered, and when the siblings looked back to Viktor they saw that his veins held a bright white glow to them, signifying that his power was activated.

Something about the way that his lover had shouted at him caused Five to snap out of the overprotective stance. He blinked once and then slinked back over to Viktor. As soon as they were close enough to do so, Viktor powered down and grabbed Five's hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the middle knuckle. "These are our siblings. They've been through more of Dad's torment than we have, we got out early. They don't deserve to be punished for what he made them do. Do you understand me?"

"Of course, my love. I'm sorry," Five whispered in reply.

Viktor lifted his other hand up and cupped the side of Five's face. He pressed his lips to his lover's for a split second before they separated and pressed their foreheads together. Five tilted his head to the side so that he was leaning further into the touch that Viktor was giving him. "Come on. We have a world that we need to save," he whispered softly, as if it were supposed to be an intimate secret between the two.

Despite the fact that they had answered almost none of the questions asked by their siblings, Five grasped his lover and teleported them both out of the Academy. Klaus, Allison, Diego, and Luther were left blinking at each other and rather shaken. What their siblings had said was frightening, to say the least, and they had no way of trying to figure out what it actually meant.

Viktor groaned when they finally popped back into the correct plane of existence. He hated teleporting with Five, no matter how many times they had done it together. When they were in the apocalypse, they had realized just how well fit their bodies were for the powers that were assigned to them. Anyone else that had to handle their powers faced unexpected consequences, like the nausea that came with teleporting. "I hate that, I hate it," he hissed. 

"I know, my love. It was the fastest way to get us out of there, though. You looked uncomfortable," Five reached a hand up so that he was holding the bottom of Viktor's chin. He tilted the other man's face to the left, right, and then upward to inspect his face in as great detail as he could. Once he was satisfied that all signs of emotional distress had all faded, he leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose adoringly.

Viktor giggled and then had to break them apart. The parking lot that they were in was most deserted, but he didn't want to risk someone seeing them and getting upset. Especially now that they were stranded at this time with no way of getting to another. They had bigger priorities that Viktor being arrested because of inappropriate conduct with what they saw was a minor.

He looked around to figure out where they had been transported to. When he saw the large neon donut next to the yellow and pink sign his face went soft. "You brought us here?" he asked as he reached out and took Five's hand. They really couldn't resist being apart from each other for too long, even if 'apart' was standing just a few inches from the other.

"Of course I did. It was the first place I thought of. Wasn't too big of a jump either, just down the street. How do you say we get some coffee and talk, husband of mine?" Five asked, smiling towards his lover.

"Sounds wonderful," Viktor replied. He dropped their hands as soon as they were inside the restaurant, which caused Five to pout cutely. His sadness dissipated when he felt what could be seen as a fatherly hand on the small of his back. 

They walked up to the counter and waited for the lone waitress still attending to the restaurant at this hour to notice that they were there. Once she did, she gave them both a warm smile. "Hi, what can I get for you?" she asked, looking directly at Viktor for the information.

"Raspberry filled," he said, tapping the menu in front of him. Neither of them were very good with pleasantries anymore. Saying things in a polite way wasn't necessary when you knew exactly what every twitch and tick from your partner meant. "And a black coffee."

"Right. And for your son, ma'am?" she asked, pointing with the end of her pen towards Five.

"It's sir," Five immediately corrected. "And his son will have a black coffee."

"Right, I'm sorry. It's late," she waved her hand in front of her face, but Viktor could see her embarrassment at her mistake. Despite that, the dysphoria that had been creeping up behind him finally smacked him down. He let Five dig the change from their last mission with the Commission out of his pocket before he fisted it over to the waitress. They moved to sit in one of the booths as soon as she had given them the things that they had ordered.

“You know that you don’t have to do stuff like that, right?” Viktor asked awkwardly. He hadn’t been anticipating his husband becoming that overly protective of him now that he didn’t pass as well as he had before they had come back to the new timeline.

“I do, actually,” Five huffed out. He had already drained about half of the black coffee that they had gotten for him. It was something that he had done every time they had snuck away to Griddy’s when they were younger. Viktor smiled affectionately at him as he felt his heart swell with adoration in his chest. They were sitting across from each other, the furthest apart they had been in a very long time, but their legs were still tangled around the center pole of the table.

Viktor nibbled on the edge of his donut. “What do you think they’re going to do once they’ve discovered that we’ve deserted?”

The other man’s face fell so that it was deadly serious. Had Viktor not been trapped with him in the wasteland when they were both actually thirteen, it would have looked a little silly for someone so visibly young to look so mentally old. “I’ve heard that they do a myriad of things to people that desert their missions or the Commission altogether. I don’t think they’ve ever had someone as powerful as either one of us, independent and certainly not together, do so, however.”

“We can handle anything that they throw at us, I know we can,” Viktor murmured. He reached across the table and took the other man’s hand into his own so that he could thread their fingers together. He was glad that the cafe was mostly empty and the few patrons that were scattered along the bar couldn’t care less about the duo in the corner. Both he and Five knew who they really were and what they really looked like, but Viktor wasn’t looking to be accused of child trafficking or otherwise endangering the man that was his husband.

Five brought the other’s hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “With you by my side I think that I could take down the whole board. You are the most amazing person that I have ever met,” Five smiled. His eyes were shining with a kind of happy-romantic emotion that had been and always would be reserved for Viktor.

Sometimes, despite the fact that they had been together since they were thirteen and married since they were twenty, it still felt like they were love sick teenagers that had just discovered what real love felt like. Viktor hoped that they could keep that feeling alive and burning inside of them once they finally got the chance to save their siblings. Viktor had spent so long with his husband right by his side that it was nearly impossible for him to so much as imagine a world in which Five wasn’t right there with him.

They lapsed into silence for a little bit as they processed everything that had happened. Portaling through space and time wasn’t something that they were unused to, but so much had changed in the world that they had left decades ago. Something was still burning in the back of Viktor’s brain, a loose thread that neither of them had ever had the time to talk about before they had decided that they needed to execute their plan.

“Five?” he asked after a moment. He had already finished eating the jelly-filled donut that they had purchased and was using the pointer finger of his free hand to pick up the powdered sugar that had escaped him.

“Yes, beloved?” the other assassin asked as he set his cup of coffee down.

“Are we sure that the apocalypse starts on April first?”

The question had been plaguing Viktor since they began the process of getting back to the time where they could stop it. When he noticed, over his husband’s shoulder when they were still struggling through the wastelands, that Five was computing for almost seventeen years after the time where they had left. Viktor had figured out that the other man meant to stop the apocalypse instead of putting them back in the time where they belonged. That wasn’t really what disturbed him, but the date that his husband had chosen to revolve his computations around did.

“What other time would it be?” Five asked, his brows furrowing together like he didn’t understand why it was being questioned.

“You can get so wrapped up in your own head sometimes,” Viktor whispered. He adored his husband so much that his heart ached obnoxiously in his chest, but he could still be frustrated by him quicker than almost anyone else. “Five, how do we know for sure that the paper was printed on the day that that apocalypse started? It’s not like the headlines were about the moon exploding or the sky raining down on the world. It was about standard news headlines and the sports for the day. Nothing in that paper would imply that day specifically is when the apocalypse is starting.”

“I…” he paused. “I guess that we have to assume that whatever starts the apocalypse happens on that day because otherwise the headlines would have been talking about it.”

“I think that we should just be wary about the dates being wrong, is all. It’s been bothering me for a while and I wanted to talk to you about it before we really got going on looking for the owner of the glass eye,” Viktor explained. Sometimes when he got nervous he still overexplained himself like he was the timid twelve-year-old that he had been when they ran as far away from the Umbrella Academy as they could.

His husband was adoring and compassionate so didn’t judge him for it, even for a moment. “We’re going to figure this out, Viktor. I promise you that.”

They sat in silence for a moment longer before the doors into the cafe burst open so hard that the glass in the left door shattered down onto the floor. The sounds of shards hitting linoleum wasn’t something that was unfamiliar to either of them, and neither was what happened next. They heard the sound of gunshots, three shots flying through the the air and into the wall behind them as they ducked underneath the table with perfect synchronicity.

“I didn’t think that they would be able to find us that quickly,” Viktor muttered under his breath. He glanced towards the other assassin to make sure that he was still in one piece, and once he was reassured of that, focused back to the task at hand. He summoned up as much of his power as he could with how hungry he was after only a single donut and fluffernutter sandwich. He didn’t know where his body was in the recovery process that he had to go through after they were tugged out of the wasteland by their manager, so he didn’t want to overdo it just in case.

He translated the sound of the gunshots, pumping it through his body until it had turned into wieldable energy. He could feel it pulsing out from the bright white-blue light that was glowing just underneath his heart. He wrapped it around his hands and then pushed it out around them so that it was making a convex shield towards the enemies still shooting at them. The bullets hit the wall of energy and immediately condensed down into a coin before they dropped harmlessly down to the ground. The force that they were propelled with only served to push them a few steps back every time one of the bullets hit the shield.

Five walked behind Viktor, calculating every single possibility that might happen during the fight before he jumped into action. While the agents that had been sent to kill them focused on Viktor, he teleported behind them without a single one of the agents noticing. He jumped up so that he could wrap his arms around the closest agent’s neck and then jerked it to the side so that the spine held inside snapped. By that point, the others had noticed and turned towards him instead of Viktor.

He had just teleported away by the time that his husband released a burst of energy, removing the shield from where it was taking his energy, so that it knocked them all over. He grabbed one of the guns that had tumbled down to the ground and then fired it at the closest man next to him. He tossed it to the side when Five reappeared then and shot the shield back up where it needed to be as some of the other agents began to wake up. 

The other patrons and the cafe worker were completely hidden from where the agents were, so they didn’t have to worry about being stopped by them or having to protect civilians. They systematically took out each of the Commission workers until none of them were left. He didn’t usually do his kills like that when he was working alone, which was something he had only done a handful of times since he worked so much better with Viktor. Usually he was a lot more creative in his kills since he had the ability to surprise people with his teleporting anyway. With his husband by his side, however, he just wanted to get it done and over with as quickly as he could so that they could move on. 

Five tossed the gun down onto the body closest to him and then grabbed a knife that was laying, forgotten, on the table closest to the door. Viktor threaded their bloody, sticky fingers together immediately after he lowered the shield of energy that he had created. They then walked out into the cold night, already discussing where they thought the trackers might be. 

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #tua #the umbrella academy #oneshot #fiktor #viktor hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #kaz hargreeves #grace hargreeves #long lost fic

[bebouhito]

Nanahito kids lore, episode 2: Kenshiro

picrew: x, x.

Kenshiro wasn't born angry at the world, but it didn't take long before he was.

Before even being out of the womb, his entire existence was already monitored. First, because his case was unheard of. Humans had carried curses, and curses inside of human bodies had carried humans, but a full curse had never carried a human. Kenshiro was a hybrid, but there had never been records of a pregnant curse. Mahito was placed under close protection early into his pregnancy, at Nanami's request, to keep an eye on his health but also to make sure no other curse, especially Kenjaku, would seek revenge when he'd realize that Mahito had sided with the enemy.

Kenshiro was born with one blue eye and one brown eye, like an illustration of him seeing the world of humans with his left eye and the world of curses with his right eye. But aside from Mahito, he hardly saw any curse growing up. He was overprotected by his parents while also constantly being treated like a potential threat by the sorcerer authorities. He was a unique occurence, and born from one of the most dangerous curses, after all. Kenshiro should've been too young to remember his first years, but it was discovered, when he began to talk, that his cursed memory gave him the ability to recall even the moment of his own birth.

It didn't take his first day at school to realize he was different, he already knew that, but that was the moment he began to be angry. He became violent with his classmates, and at the age of four, the teachers noticed that he was too strong for a child this age. Nanami was called to the school multiple times, and at one point, was shown a chair that Kenshiro had destroyed with a single punch. That was when he realized that his son had been using 7 to 3.

Whether it was because he was a half curse or because he was just socially inept, Kenshiro struggled to make friends and fit in with the other kids. He couldn't relate to them, but he was dying to find his way into their world, constantly feeling like he was watching them from behind a glass wall. He did end up finding other weird kids to hang out with, but he still felt like he was too different from them too.

His anger issues never went away, but with Nanami's help, he learned how to master his technique. But with Mahito becoming human while expecting Mayu, when Kenshiro was only one year old, and Mayu being born fully human, Kenshiro grew up surrounded only by humans. He has memories of Mahito still being a curse, and he also remembers being disappointed that Mayu wasn't born like him. Unlike Mayu, though, Kenshiro was lucky enough to have a parent who could still teach him about his technique. Mahito lost the ability to use idle transfiguration when he became human, so Mayu was all alone with their "gift".

Kenshiro and Mayu were very close growing up, only being a year apart and struggling with making friends at school. They began to grow apart when Kenshiro made it clear that he planned on attending Jujutsu High and becoming a sorcerer. Mayu told him he was betraying his own kin, and Kenshiro told Mayu they had no right to talk, as they weren't even a curse. It all escalated a few months after Kenshiro started going to Jujutsu High. During winter break, as he'd come home for the holidays, Mayu and he got into a violent fight, which resulted in Mayu almost killing him and running away from home, days before their seventeenth birthday. Kenshiro's soul had been badly transfigured, and he wouldn't have made it without his curse side holding the ability to cancel the effects of idle transfiguration. It still took him days to properly recover, and his body still bears the scars, but the worst pain is knowing that nothing between him and Mayu will ever be the same.

#nanahito #mahito #mpreg #nanahito kids

[voilentdreamwitch]

Frozen Marvel AU

a/n: okay so this is basically a Marvel AU where frozen kinda takes place in the MCU, I got the idea after listening to the frozen soundtrack to the billionth time. It does go into a loki x oc reader in the later chapters, I wrote this a few weeks ago and never posted it.

Disclaimer:I dont own any of the marvel characters,Cussing(I think-), not proof read, over dramatic, mentions of death and stalking, reader being followed home, panic attack(kinda),Kinda abusive parents, let me know if I missed anything

A/n(again): I do not consent to any of my work being copied or re-uploaded to any platform or in a different language

Chapter one: Frozen Heart

(Gif not mine)

  On a cold day in New York the police was called to check out some suspicious activity to find a woman dead on a park bench huddled around a crying a new born baby girl, the baby girl miraculously made a full recovery from the cold, she was put into foster care and was adopted when she was only six months old, her name Alice Harper Ross. She was adopted by Mrs. Nancy Ross and Mr. William Ross, who was told they could never have biological children so they turned to adoption, after two years of Alice being the only child Mrs. Ross found out she was pregnant. Nine months later a baby girl was born, she was named Basil Lin Ross. Now days the girls are eighteen and sixteen, Alice had deep raven hair and deep green eyes when she was little but after one winter when she was seven her hair turned snow white and her eyes a light hazel, while Basil looked exactly like Mrs.Ross with her brown curly hair and light gray eyes. After Alice's appearance changed she was being to be bullied at school so she started to pull away from her adopted family and never really talked to them.

       Alice graduated from high school last year and was coming up on her nineteenth birthday in January, while Basil was coming up on her seventeenth birthday in June. Basil has a stark internship that keeps her busy and away from the house most days, Alice didn't have many friends and the ones she did have were always busy with college classes and didn't have much time to spend with her so this left Alice with alot of free time at home. Her parents were too worried with their biological daughter and her internship to notice her much so she stayed in her room if she wasn't at work.

    Mrs. Ross had forgotten to pick Alice up from work so she had to walk again, when she was about 15 minutes from her familys apartment she noticed someone following her, she started to walk faster and so did the woman. Alice thought to get someone else's attention but no one else was around since it was 12:30 at night, at this point Alice was running through the streets and so was the woman behind her, then out of nowhere a beefy man walked out of the alley infront of her. He was tall and blonde, he wore a baseball cap and sunglasses even though it was dark out, Alice quickly ran across the road and into a late night Cafe where her friend Cate was working.

    "Cate!" Alice yelled when she entered the empty Cafe, Cate rushed out from the back,

    "What is it-" Cate asked quickly taking in Alice's disheveled appearance

     "I'm being followed home, this woman was following me for two blocks and then a man walked out of an alleyway and stopped infront of me-" Alice rushed out Alice noticed the man and woman that was following her was walking towards the cafe.

    "There coming, the people that followed me" Alice says quickly,

   "Quick back here" Cate said opening the swinging door to the back and sat Alice down on the floor.

    "Wait here, after my shift we can walk to my apartment and you can crash on my couch tonight" Cate whispered ou and walked back upfront greeting the man and woman. The woman had longish red hair, and the man had taken his hat and glasses off and he was- Captain America-!? It was unmistakably him and now that you payed attention to the red heads face she looked alot like Black Widow.

    "Hi, what can I do you you folks tonight, I do have to notify you that we are closing in fourty-five minutes" Cate said in an overly sweet voice,

    "Uh yes, were just looking for our friend, she's pale about this tall" The red head held her hand up around her height

    "She has white hair and hazel eyes, we saw her come in her but we don't see her now" the red head said.

    "Oh of course she went out that door after she came in" Cate pointed to a side door that leaded to a outside seating area in the alley that opened on both sides making it where you could walk right through. The false smile on the the woman's face faltered as she thanked Cate and walked out the door that Cate had pointed to a second ago the man following her.

     The last forty-five minutes pass and Cate finishes closing up and the two girl start walking to Cates apartment the girls notice a black car driving slowly behind them following. So the girls start weaving in and out of alleys and to try and lose that car which they do but they gain the man and woman back on their trail again, all of a sudden Alice finds herself separated from Cate and both people at either end of the alley she was in closing in.

    "What do you want" Alice says loudly backing up against the wall and pulling out her taser.

    "We just wanna talk" the man says closing in feet from Alice,

    "Back up!" Alice yells but when they only kept getting closer she put her hands out in a defensive position and closed her eyes. All of a sudden it got colder, Alice opened her eyes to see ice holding the man and woman in place by their legs, Alice took this moment and ran home texting Cate that she made it home safely when she did. Though the people that were following her wernt the first thing on her mind as she entered her bed room, it was the ice, she cursed herself because she let it happen again. She lost control again, she had been able to freeze water with her bare hands since she was little, she mainly did it when she was angry or scared but never on purpose. She was scared of what would happen to her if anyone found out, but now she didn't have to wonder anymore, she was sure here soon some people were coming for her. Alice's incoming panic attack had woken Basil, Basil walked to Alice's room but when she opened the door it was snowing in her room,

    "Woah" Basil said aloud when she saw the snowflakes coming from the ceiling, Alice didn't realize that it was snowing and quickly stopped the snow when she heard her sister.

    "Hey its okay, whats gotten you so upset?" Basil said slowly approaching where Alice sat in the floor,

    "Your not freaking out" Alice said cautiously.

    "Not really, I already kinda knew. After you froze your lemonade that one day after mom and dad scared you by pranking you, I kinda figured it out, now answer my question. Whats wrong" Basil explained sitting next to Alice putting her head on her older sisters shoulder.

     "On my way home from work, I was being followed and they cornered me and I- I" Alice started

     "Froze them, and yiur scared there gonna tell someone and your gonna be found out." Basil finished, Alice shook her head.

      "Not exactly, the people that were following me were....Steve Rogers and Natsha Romanov" Alice stated her voice breaking as she began to cry,

    "Their gonna find me, and take me away and throw me in some prison for weird people like me and ill never be able to see you or mom and dad or any of my friends ever-" Alice ramble but was cut off by Basil.

      "You don't have to be afraid of them, they're good people and they would never do that, if you did it on accident or you were scared they would understand" Basil said softly, Alice nodded and yawned.

     "Thanks Vivi, im gonna go to bed now" Alice said getting up and walking to her closet and grabbing an oversized shirt and some pj shorts, Basil took this as her cue to leave and wished her sister goodnight as she left Alice's room closing the door behind her. Alice quickly changed and layer in bed, she started to cry out of fear, that night she cried herself to sleep wanting to believe her sister's words but couldn't help but overthink.

To be continued...

(Let me know if you guys want more)

Chapter two here

#marvel au #fanfic #frozen au #Oc Reader x Loki #somewhat angsty #kinda fluffy #oc fanfiction

[rystonlentil]

2023 Podfic Roundup!

(2022 here; 2021 here)

Ghost Town, by DustDragon39 The Magnus Archives original characters teen and up 18m 42s

I came home one day and it wasn’t home anymore. During a particularly bad storm, two archival assistants from the San Francisco Institute for the Unusual and Paranormal pick up a hitchhiker.

the less-than-careful years, by tigrrmilk Disco Elysium Kim Kitsuragi, Kim Kitsuragi’s parents teen and up 22m 5s

For his seventeenth birthday, Kim bought the first jacket as a gift to himself. It was the real thing — twenty years old, with a slash at the neck, and a stain inside that could have been blood, or mud, or even oil. “Did somebody die in that thing?” his aunt asked. A life, and memories of other lives. Hidden inside objects and matter and waves.

Reboot, by TheQuietWings Five Nights at Freddy’s Glamrock Freddy & Gregory, Michael Afton & The Crying Child general 15m 54s

Are you sure it is necessary to boot in [Safe Mode]? Y/N

Icicles (don’t soften when they die), by Taliax Deltarune Noelle Holiday/Susie teen and up 8m 47s

Sweat beaded on Susie's forehead as she brought the tip of her axe to Noelle’s finger. The ring dug in its thorns. Noelle and Susie's unseen conversation in the Weird Route.

Rot, by dearfriendicanfly Disco Elysium Kim Kitsuragi mature 15m 4s

INLAND EMPIRE — They opened him up and found nothing but the rot that ate up everything he was. And then they left the empty shell of him behind. VOLTA DO MAR [Challenging: Success] — Don’t think about that. Think of music shaking your ribcage. Think of a steering wheel under your palms. HALF LIGHT — Your red, red palms. Night one. Kim Kitsuragi has a nightmare.

Kitsuragi shuffle, by laughingpineapple Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi general 30m 8s

A Saturday in Jamrock. See the sights. Blend in with the locals. Just a pleasant day out ahead of the transfer, with no hidden hopes, none whatsoever. Kim Kitsuragi doesn’t do hope.

let’s spend the future talking about the past, by godsontheradio Disco Elysium Klaasje Amandou/Ruby mature 11m 4s

Ruby helps an on-the-run Klaasje dye her hair. What happens next is frustrating and inconclusive.

La Muerte Pálida (The Pale Death), by Lepak Disco Elysium Paledriver, background Klaasje/Ruby teen and up 14m 52s

The world hides you in her fog skirts. You row until you can no longer see land, til even its shadow has been swallowed and you’re drifting alone, the last person left alive in Elysium. Or perhaps the first ever made, floating in a wooden womb, amniotic fluid dewing on your thin coat. The Paledriver reminisces.

Even Disco, Baby (12 one-shots), by dearfriendicanfly Disco Elysium Harry & Smoker on the Balcony, Harry/Kim Kitsuragi, Harry & Judit Minot, Cindy the Skull & Harry, Annette & Harry, Harry & Dora Ingerlund, Harry & Tommy Le Homme, Harry & La Revacholière teen and up 2hr 8m 15s in total

A collection of dialogue excerpts that needed a home. Originally posted to even-disco-baby on tumblr, archived here.

He’s A Goldmine, Baby, by Red Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi explicit 41m 19s

Ok, so getting pissed on wasn't always a kink of yours. Now, however, it has definitely become a thing. Problem is, you don't know your mega-cool boyfriend will be down for it. No need to ruin a good thing. Best keep this to yourself, champ. On sex paperwork, ordinary life, love... and, well. Piss, of course.

Poems for my head’s country, by laughingpineapple Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois & Skills teen and up 6m 50s

Far away, the pale – le territoire, the great adversary, the western plain – roars into nothingness. Here and now, Harry finds a book in his apartment, a trace of his old life. Here and now, Harry finds a book in his apartment, a trace of his old life. Here and now, Harry finds a book-

Blood Like Wine, by Aria The Mechanisms Jonny d’Ville/Gunpowder Tim explicit 16m 35s

When Jonny said it, he didn't even really mean anything by it. He was running his mouth, paying more attention to the way it made Tim thrash under him than the words he was saying. Jonny leant forward, digging his fingernails into Tim's shoulder blades, and said, low and vicious, "I want to eat your heart."

Splat, by nevermindgrantaire Disco Elysium Cindy the Skull & Cunoesse teen and up 25m 43s

There’s a face, though, peering over the fence with eyes like scuttling black beetles. Topped with a matted thatch of red hair and a green knitted beanie hat. Red eyes and red nose, lines under the eyes that just don’t look right on a kid so young. It’s that girl- Cindy doesn’t know her name. The skinny little thing, all hunched and defensive, hackles raised. She clings to her friend like he’s a shield and normally she’s screaming slurs at anything that moves. It’s unnerving, seeing her quiet like this. Cindy casts an eye around the yard, towards the shed, looking for the girl’s persistent shadow. Cuno joins the RCM. Cunoesse gets left behind. Cindy wants to help.

A wreath of reeds, by laughingpineapple Disco Elysium Steban the Student Communist & Insulindian Phasmid teen and up 9m 27s

Steban, touch grass. Grass, touch Steban.

trial run, by Red Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi explicit 34m 59s

Your mouth keeps moving. "You're so desperate, Kim. Trying to ride my fucked-up dick..." Kim coughs, and shoots you a look. "I thought my opinion on your dick was clear by now."

Possession, by Red Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi explicit 14m 19s

"Disgusting," Kim breathes, smearing his thumb through his spit, rubbing it into your skin. Mine, that touch says. You close your eyes, dizzy, faint from his love.

A beast in the fog, by laughingpineapple Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi teen and up 13m 23s

The lieutenant knows how to fend off the loneliness of the empty road. But the air is empty, too, and the coast is gone.

Delirium, by randomisedmongoose Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois mature 4m 50s

After the tribunal. Harry dreams.

Poem 53, by dearfriendicanfly Disco Elysium Harry Du Bois & Harry Du Bois general 5m 57s

From the collection “Poems For My Head’s Country.” Annotations by Harry Du Bois. (For/Inspired by laughingpineapple)

flight paths of migratory birds, by Ptolemia Disco Elysium Klaasje Amandou/Ruby mature 29m 45s

Ruby and Klaasje do take that road trip, after all.

The Orchard, by liesmyth Good Omens Aziraphale/Crowley mature 19m 22s

Crowley eats an apple, tempts an angel, and gets more than he bargained for.

Something Bigger Than The Sky (3/6 chapters), by Taliax Deltarune Spamton/Swatch teen and up 1hr 13m 46s

Swatch's purpose is to serve the Queen. Spamton's purpose is to make deals. By nature, any other passions between them are disposable. (Betrayal still hurts.)

do you have to call it a relationship?, by yewlojee The Murderbot Diaries Murderbot & Dr. Ratthi general 13m 51s

Ratthi stops at the closed door, and sends a message. I would like to talk about relationships. There is a pronounced pause. Is this some kind of reverse psychology shit where you are trying to get me to not talk to you actually?

an experiment in trust, by MercurialFeet The Murderbot Diaries ART & Three teen and up 22m 53s

Three decides it wants to try something. The Perihelion has a slightly more than scientific interest in the results.

#I have multiple podfics in progress right now but it is in fact December 31st! #so this is what I did this year! #podfic #the magnus archives #disco elysium #fnaf #deltarune #the mechanisms #good omens #the murderbot diaries #430planets

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H.s.R chpt.1 (Not proof read or anything...)

 * I've been sitting and writing this for far too long and I want someone to read it even if no one sees this. A bunch of my silly OCs in one story.* 2.7k words

Wrinoa: Vexian, the son of King Marcel and Queen Prudence. He's sixteen years old and here we will see the months leading up to the worst day of his life, his seventeenth birthday. His crowning ceremony, the day where the kingdom finally recognizes him as a man, their future.

        Vexian has his father's eyes but his mother's smile, not that he ever did smile much. Only when he was with his mother or his best friend that he hadn't seen in nearly a year. The boy kept to himself and hardly ever made a public appearance.

The queen made sure to spend as much time with her son as possible through out his youth. Marcel hardly paid the boy any mind until he was around ten years of age. The king never really saw Vexian as his child, or someone that he should be held responsible for despite Vexian being a carbon copy of him. To Marcel, Vexian was just another liability. Prudence tried to make her husband understand; Vexian was their future.

Vexian's whole life revolved around his father. He wanted to prove himself. To be enough. He taught himself how to use a sword at the age of ten with the guidance of one of his guards. That only made Marcel push him further. Nagging him, telling him how it want enough. His mother helped, taught him to read and write at young age. His love for reading only seemed to grow stronger, until he was forced to stop and to take up a more manly hobby. After that his mother would take the time late night to take Vexian to the palace's large library, she even got one added to the prince's bedroom.

Marcel was short tempered. It seemed like nothing was ever good enough for him but Prudence knew that that wasn't true. Marcel loved his wife. She was the only one who could get him to speak. Vexian had his father's temper.

Prudence was kind, and she had a smile that could make anyone smile. The way her almond shaped eye's creased when she laughed. Her voice was light and soothing. Her dark skin seemed to sparkle in the sun. She enjoyed wearing the color blue, almost all of her dresses were blue. Her sense in fashion turned a lot of heads back when Marcel first married her. Everyone knew that the royal Wrinoaian family always wore black and dark shade of red. Blood red. A red so deep that the those who lived in Wrinoa couldn't tell if it were actual blood that had been shed from battle. Those who fought by King Marcel's side never uttered a word of the battles they fought. The lives that had been taken away to do what they thought would keep them safe.

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     Vexian woke up in his bed. He lied there for several minutes before dragging himself out of bed. He stretched and moved over to his wardrobe. He had no idea what time it was right now but he knew that it was much earlier than he would've liked. He carried his lean body over to his vanity where he fixed his dark red hair. His skin a dark umber and his eyes black. He stared at himself in the mirror. He looked so tired, but he always looked that way.

He knew how much he looked like his father and he hated it. That seemed to be the only thing Marcel liked about his son. Vexian walked over to a tall, wooden oak shelf and looked at it. When he found the book he wanted he grabbed it; a small brown leather backed book. His favorite book. The prince sat down in a chair in a corner and opened the book. An hour in there was a soft knock at the door. "Come in." He said quietly, his eyes and mind too focused on the book in his hand. His voice was deep, like he was still tired.

The door opens slowly and a warm face pokes in. Prudence; she had come to wake Vexian. She knew that she didn't need to do so, that's what the servants were for but she still did it anyway. She wanted to wake her son every morning, to greet him with a warm smile. "Oh, good," Vexian could hear his mother's smile as she spoke. "You're awake. I brought tea!" She fully stepped into the room with a tea tray and sat it on the table in front of Vexian. Prudence looks at her son in silence for a moment. Vexian put down his book and looked at his mother knowingly. "Don't say it." He interrupted her before she even opened her mouth. "You look just like him." He could hear her saying.

 Prudence frowned and sat in the velvet chair across from Vexian. She poured him some tea and placed it in front of him before pouring her own. She couldn't seem to sit still, her leg bounced as she spoke. The queen had a huge toothy grin on her face. The prince could tell that his mother was excited but he didn't know why. He looked at her with  a raised brow. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise!" A surprise. Of course it is! Vexian looked at his mother, a whisper of a smile on his face. "Come on, you've got to tell me now. You're practically bouncing off your seat." He picked up his cup and took a sip. It was hot and sweet, it burned his tongue but he didn't say anything. The queen only shook her head and took a deep breathe. Normally she wouldn't be so stubborn to spoil the surprise.

Vexian nodded in defeat. He picked up his cup and took another sip of the tea. It was still too hot. Prudence took a sip from her own, the steam from the tea fogged up her glasses. Her thick coils sat on her shoulders.  She placed the cup back down on the saucer. "Going down to the garden today?" She asked when she noticed the book on the table. "How many times have you read that book, Vex?" She wasn't really asking. Vexian had read that book maybe a million times over since he was twelve. 

Vexian's exhale was something that could've be accepted as a laugh. "Yeah. It's still early so I'll probably be out for a while." Once his tea was gone he placed the cup down on the table with a soft clink. 

Prudence sits with her hands fidgeting in her lap. Her blue dress is complemented with an opal necklace, she's beautiful. Vexian wonders how someone like his mother could end up with someone like his father, but then again he didn't know much about him. The queen opened her mouth to speak, pausing for a moment just before to pick her words carefully. "Well, if you're going to go you better go now. Your father's sleep sleeping."  With that she stood up, and left the room taking the tea tray with her.

Once his mother was gone Vexian stood up and put on his boots and entered the candle lit corridor. The morning sun made it's presence known as its golden rays spilled in through the cracks in the curtains. The prince made his way down the stairs, saying good morning to the men and women who were there to serve them. Elizabeth, a girl Vexian's age, and one of the queen's handmaids had been making her way up the stairs when Vexian stopped in front of her. "Good Morning, Elizabeth." He looked at her in what he thought was kindness but maybe not. Elizabeth hid her face once she realized that the prince was standing in front of her. She bowed her head and continued on her way. Vexian noted that her normally pale face was bright red as she walked away. She's always acted this way and the prince started to wonder if she just didn't like him.

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Stepping out into a courtyard, the prince followed a stone path the garden's entrance. It was wet and smelled of rain. Black and red roses wrapped around a black stone arch, all hedges on each side. Vexian sighed in contempt. The path from then on was lined with rose bushes. In the center of it all was a fountain. On the fountain there was an angel carved in stone hunched over as if he had been struck down. Vexian loved it here, it was his place of peace. Queen Prudence had placed it there for him after he finished reading the book he loved so long ago; the same book he held in his hands now.

      Vexian sat on the edge of the fountain where it was dry and opened his book. The story was so familiar to him, he had read it so many times but that didn't mean he couldn't still enjoy it. It was a story about  an angel who fell in love with a prince. Their story was tragic but it brought him a sense of comfort. A soft breeze passed by carrying the sent of damp roses along with it. Then a rustle, and then a painful thump. Vexian ignored it at first, assuming it was just an animal passing through until he heard a groan. He quickly shut his book and looked in the direction of the noise. He stood up from his seat, walking over to the noise with caution. "Hello?" The prince spoke with uncertainty. 

In return there was a line of quiet curses. A tall figure emerged from a near by hedge. Who ever it was, easily towered over the prince. "Who are you and how did you get here?" He demanded, he didn't have anything other than his fist to defend himself if he had to. The person in front of him wore what he assumed to be a black rabbit mask and a trench coat. They had jet black, floor length hair. Was it a woman? They turned around, dusting themself off, searching for any injuries. Vexian's patients was running thin fast, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything other than what he had said before. To get to the garden one would've had to get inside the palace walls without being caught. There's no way this person was up to any good. Just then, they finally seemed to have noticed the prince. "Oh-" Oh? "Don't freak out, I can explain!" It was a man! Vexian was stunned. A complete stranger just broke into the palace undetected? Someone was definitely losing their job. "I was being chased!" The young man gasped, clearly out of breathe. Vexian opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted. "By a uh- a dog."  "A dog?"      "Yeah, a dog." He sounded embarrassed, the prince didn't know if he should laugh or not. "How did you get passed the wall? You don't seem familiar, and why are you wearing a mask?" Vexian questioned before shaking his head and staring at the guy in front of him. "You're clearly up to no good." His hands tightened around the book, he'd use it as a weapon if he had to. The  man obviously noticed this and put his hands up in defense, a black ring on his right hand. "I mean I'm not not up to any good," His voice was deep and quite charming, he spoke playfully. "but I'm not here to hurt anyone I was looking for the prince actually." He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat.

       Vexian only looks at him, this guy really can't be serious. The silence is so loud. Maybe making a public appearance once a year wasn't the greatest idea. The silence must've been the biggest smack in the face for the masked man. His dark eyes go wide and he falls to one knee with his left hand over his heart, bowing. "Please forgive me for my mistake." Watching this complete stranger bow down to him made Vexian cringe but he stayed silent. Seeing people do things like that to him made his stomach turn but he knew there wasn't anything he could do about it. He just stared down at him with tired eyes before telling the man to get up. "Don't do that, there's no one here." He spoke dismissively. The man was clearly confused but he stood up. Saying that he was tall was an understatement. He had pointed ears and pale skin he looked almost ghost-like. His hair was tied back but it was still long enough to touch the floor which also made Vexian cringe a little.

   The man stepped forward, the two of them an arms length apart. Vexian took two step back. "Who are you and why were you looking for me?" His words held a threat behind them but he himself didn't know what he'd do. "I was just curious, everyone's always talking about you." The man said looking down at the prince. His gaze made Vexian uneasy. He wasn't  a fan of people looking at him intently. "I see why."

"Who are you?" Vexian repeated, this time with more force. The man didn't answer his question right away instead he only smiled. Vexian raised a brow and turned around toward the garden's entrance. "I'm getting a guard." He didn't mean it. He only wanted the man to reveal his identity. "Don't." The man sounded desperate. His plea was enough to make Vexian stop in his tracks. He waited for a moment with his back turned. "Tell me who you are." He demanded. "It doesn't matter who I am."

"Very well then," Vexian continued making his way back to the entrance. "Wait!" Before Vexian made it to the stone arch he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He turned on his heels and raised his hand making the man immediately regret his decision. "Sorry." he apologized. "Please, just don't tell anyone you saw me." The way he spoke made Vexian feel bad, but then again he didn't this guy was a complete stranger and probably a criminal. "Why shouldn't I? You won't even tell me who you are." The man stepped away from Vexian. Was he going to run? "If you run away now there's nothing stopping me from telling someone." The man sighed  and his hands fell to his sides. "At least tell me your name." The prince spoke with a blank expression on his face, it was clear that his patients was running thin. "You look just like him." The man spoke, disregarding what Vexian had just said. Vexian's jaw clamped and shut his eyes swallowing whatever crude words were about to come out. He hated it when people pointed out how much he  looked like the king. The prince took  a deep breathe and walked back to the fountain and sat down. "Angel."  "What?" The man followed Vexian and stood beside him, but not too close. "That's my name. Angel." Vexian stayed quiet before repeating the name quietly. "Angel." Angel didn't say anything else after that. "Okay..." Vexian looked at him awkwardly, unsure of what to say. "Well you saw me. You should leave. Now." He could feel Angel's eyes on him. It made him uncomfortable. The prince shifted where he sat. "I'll come back." Angel's  words took a moment to process. "What?" "I said I'll come back. In two weeks, as long as you don't tell anyone that you've seen me." The prince turned his head to look at him. "Why would you come back?" He couldn't think of a reason for Angel to want to come back then he got curious. "Take off your mask." Angel's tall frame tensed. "I can't do that." 

"I wasn't asking, you. I'm telling you." Vexian's words made Angel laugh. "What's so funny?" Vexian's skin grew hot and he looked away from the man in front of him. "Two weeks." Angel repeated. There was a rustle and then silence. Vexian turned back to see that he was alone again.

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 I'm going back to bed. Vexian tried to tell himself that he had just imagined the whole thing. He was still dreaming and he needed to go back to bed to wake up. I went back to the stone arch and walked into someone. "Ouch." A familiar female voice spoke. Vexian looked down with his brows knitted. His eyes went wide once he realized who it was. "Irene?" His childhood best friend and the princess of the neighboring kingdom, Mortem. Now I'm seriously losing it. He thought to himself. Her curly brown hair framed her brown face perfectly. She had fallen on the ground, her white dress now damp and dirty. "Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna help me up?"

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birthday boys || f.w & g.w ✧˖*°࿐

summary: you surprise the twins on their birthday.

warnings: none :) just fluff

word count: 528

today was april first, the weasley twin's birthday.

you woke up early with harry, hermione, lee jordan, and ron. although ron was a little more stubborn to get up, considering how early in the morning it was.

“why am i even up?” ron groaned, following the rest of the group down the empty corridor and towards the kitchens, “on my birthday fred and george put exploding fireworks in my pillow.”

“shut up ron” hermione scolded, her wand emitting light from the tip since the sun wasn't up yet. you could see it rising through the pillars, colors of red and orange filling the sky.

“i'll be quick, harry and lee help me with the cake” you said, the two boys nodding before following you in.

the giant kitchen doors creaked quietly as you opened them, your teeth gritting together as you cringed quietly to yourself.

you had baked a cake for the twins yesterday morning but had nowhere to store it, the kitchen elves being nice enough to let you use one of the many freezers the school had to offer.

“got it-”

“merlin's beard y/n, how big did you make this thing?” harry whispered, the four tier cake wobbling slightly in your hands as the boys quickly held it up.

“it's their seventeenth birthday, i wanted to go all out.”

you made it back to the common room and set everything up, hermione and ron putting up the decorations while harry and lee helped you with the snacks.

the cake stood tall on the table surrounded by punch and crisps. the twins favorite drinks and snacks waiting for them for whenever they woke up.

the reason you woke up so early was because every year the twins would wake up before you and ruin the surprise, so this time you wanted to be ready.

“sh! listen...” hermione suddenly said, everyone going quiet as the stairs started to creak.

not even five seconds later the twins came down, smiles plastered over their faces as they entered the decorated room.

“happy birthday!” everyone cheered, the twin's smiles only getting bigger as you and a few others popped party poppers.

“thank you!” fred grinned, george adding on “this is amazing!”

“we hope you like it, it was all y/n's idea” hermione said, nudging you in the side as you gave them a cheeky smile.

“our little gryffindor did this?” they asked in sync, your eyes rolling as you scoffed quietly.

“just because you guys are older doesn't mean you get to treat me like a child.”

“yeah yeah” george grinned, pulling you into his arms as fred hugged you from behind.

“thank you for doing all of this for us.”

“of course” you smiled, pulling away slightly to look at them both. you turned your head to look at the other, giving him a wink, “you guys are the birthday boys.”

“stop the sappy talk and lets eat cake!” ron whined, ruining the moment as hermione scolded at him.

everyone went to grab plates as you turned back to the twins, giving them one last smile before giving them both a kiss on the cheek.

“happy birthday boys.”

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