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bratshaws · 3 months

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through the hourglass 341. brb x oc

a/n: i love writing dad!rooster (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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When she told Rooster about it, he was very excited. He couldn’t help but ask if she planned on wearing those shorts again, with his eyes dropping down her body appreciatively.

She has to clear her throat, because they were still at Evelyn’s when he does that, “Anyway,” she purses her lips, sitting next to him on the couch, settling Aurora on top of her chest while he holds Gavin, Nicole happily sitting on the floor between her parents, playing with Wiley, “It’ll be next saturday. I can talk to Penny, she’ll let me go by then.”

Rooster's eyes lingered on Beatrice as she settled Aurora on her chest, his playful grin not fading even as she cleared her throat to redirect his attention. "Those shorts were something else, you know," he teased, quietly "But seriously, I can't wait to see you in action."

Beatrice chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "You just want an excuse to see me in those shorts again, don't you?"

He winked, his eyes dancing with pure adoration. "Can you blame me? Besides, it's been a while since we've seen you on the court. It's going to be a blast."

“Four years to be exact.” she smiles, “Doesn’t seem that long,damn.”

“You tell me,’ Jake mutters, “I’m still sore from you guys’ beating us– Rooster doesn’t count, he was in the team but he just was busy looking at you.” and Rooster didn’t look guilty at all by that accusation.

“Well, the game made it possible for you to get closer to Ev,Jake…wasn’t all bad,right?” Bea smiles, “You got together and you have little JJ now.”

Rooster chuckled, his arm wrapping around Beatrice as they settled into the cozy living room. "Yeah, Jake, you can thank our game for bringing you and Evelyn together. It was all part of the master plan."

Jake rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, but the smile on his face betrayed his amusement. "Well, I suppose I can forgive the sore muscles then. It all worked out in the end." he looks down at the sleeping baby before Evelyn sits next to him.

“So,” she begins, “We need a schedule because of the kids, all the girls said yes so we’re good.”

“Well,” Bea looks at Rooster, ‘Nikki and the twins nap at 9, then after lunch and then they stay up until dinner time, to fall asleep soon after…so…maybe ten o’clock is good?”

“Ten o’clock is around the time JJ wants to have a snack, so we should try something a bit later.”

Rooster only watched the interaction, flicking his eyes back and forth, then he parted his lips, “You know,we can take care of the kids no problem.” he suggests, seeing that the two women weren’t going to find a fitting timeline, “I mean,I can,I’m sure Jake can handle JJ too.” his friend just nodded in response.

Beatrice pursed her lips, “Roos…well, it’s just…last time you did this it was only Nikki…”

Rooster grinned, remembering the last time he took care of Nikki when she was the only child but hey, he could multitask. "Come on, Bea. I can handle it. They aren’t hard to work with, the twins are still months old and Nikki-." Nicole babbles happily, “Is Nikki. I can do this.”

Beatrice furrowed her brows, then rubbed her neck, “I’d take the offer,Bea.” Evelyn says, “We won’t have time otherwise.”

Beatrice sighed, looking at Rooster with hesitation. "Alright,” she sighs out,”...if you're sure you can handle it. Then alright."

Rooster chuckled, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, it'll be a piece of cake. We'll have everything under control." he winks, “You’ll see.”

Evelyn smiled, looking from Rooster to Jake, cupping the Texan’s cheek. "Thanks, guys. It means a lot. With the game and all, we really need this time." she says, “You’ll be able to take Bea there too if need be,Rooster?”

"Consider it done," Rooster replied, "It’ll be easy, piece of cake like I said.” he could see in Beatrice’s eyes how much the idea of going back to Northride made her excited…and nervous and honestly he just wanted to help however he could, “You guys will be able to train without worries.”

“Maybe we can try to start around ten-thirty,Ev?”

Jake nodded in agreement. looking at Evelyn for confirmation. "Sounds good to me. JJ usually settles down around ten, after all."

"Hmmm…alright," Evelyn said, "Ten-thirty it is. We can meet at the gym, get some warm-up, later, yeah?"

Beatrice glanced at Rooster, who winked at her again. "Sounds good.” she grins, “And I know it’ll be fun. It always is.” she says, rubbing his knuckles gently before she parts her lips, “Should we carpool together?”

“Carpooling works for me.” Evelyn says “As long Shells isn’t the one driving.”

“Well, then I guess it’s settled in.”

Evelyn chimed in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Perfect.” she smiles, “Then,” she begins, “I’ll see you saturday.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

Rooster looks up from his coffee towards Beatrice, sans shirt, wearing only his jeans as he leans on the counter. Damn he’s making it really hard to leave, ‘Yep. The kids will be okay, gorgeous, you’ll be gone for one hour.” he smiles, then lifts his arm, offering his side to her, “C’mere you.”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile as she walked over to him, her fingers grazing the bare skin of his arm as she snuggled into his side. His warmth enveloped her, and his chin was propped on top of her head.

"Are you sure?One hour might feel like an eternity without me around."

Rooster chuckled, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. "Hmmm…as tempting as it is to keep you here with me…I'll survive, gorgeous. Just promise you'll hurry back. I'll be waiting right here for you."

She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Don't get too comfortable without me, big guy."

“Big guy?”

“Well, you are big aren't you?”

His mouth drops as he leans his head back,giving her a look, “...listen here you minx.” and she giggles, walking around him to get her water. She was already wearing the shorts and his face curled in pain “Ugghhh, can Evelyn wait fifteen minutes? At least? You look so fuckin’ good.”

Beatrice laughed, a melodic sound that filled the room. "Roos, you know I can't keep Evelyn waiting. Besides, I'll be back before you know it." She reached for her water bottle, taking a sip before wrapping her arms around his neck. "And you're the one who said one hour is nothing, right?"

Rooster bit his lower lip,cupping her hips, right where the elastic of her shorts dug a little bit deeper on the softer flesh there "Yeah…but fuck gorgeous...."

“If you are nice and handle everything like you plan,” her voice breathy, running her fingers up and down his nape, making him shudder, “I’ll use this outfit again…and not only for the game.”

His pupils enlarge immediately, “Bea.”

“Is that a yes or no Lc?”

Rooster's gaze held a mixture of desire and longing as he absorbed Beatrice's teasing words. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure, but the want in his eyes betrayed his thoughts. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal, gorgeous," he replied, his hands tightening on her hips. "But you better make it worth the wait."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered, "Oh, I intend to, Lc." another shudder and a quiet ‘fuuck’ left his lips, “Gotta go!” she pecks his lips twice, “Love you!”

With a playful wink, Beatrice extricated herself from Rooster's embrace and headed towards the door, leaving him momentarily dazed. He just leans back against the counter and rubs his face up and down. He has to focus, so he does, at Jolene who is sitting cutely next to him, her big pittie head tilted as the door closes and he hears Bea’s jeep leaving the driveway.

“...yeah,she’s still messing with me,Jojo.” he chuckles, scratching the dog’s head, he checks the baby monitor app and makes sure the kids are still asleep, which they are, before he moves forward - stepping over a sleeping Jack, the dog barely noticing him moving above him- and looks at the list of things he has to do.

Rooster took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the list of tasks for the babies, mentally organizing his plan of action. The sound of Jolene's content sigh beside him served as a reminder that he wasn't alone in there "Alright, Jojo, let's get this show on the road," he mumbled to the dog, who wagged her tail as if agreeing with him.

His first stop was the nursery, where the twins were still sound asleep in their cribs. Rooster approached with a gentle step, trying not to disturb their slumber. He checked their diapers, ensuring they were dry and comfortable.

They were.

Nice.

Once the twins were content and cooing in their cribs, Rooster moved on to Nicole's room. He opened the door cautiously, expecting to find her still immersed in dreamland. However, he was met with wide awake, curious eyes that greeted him with a bright smile.

Rooster chuckled, scooping her up in his arms. "Well, you are up already huh?” his daughter just blinked, then yawned, stretching her little arms up, “Gotta check the diaper kiddo, c’mere.”

Rooster settled Nicole on the changing table, her tiny fingers reaching for the colorful mobile hanging above. He smiled at her, his fingers expertly undoing the tapes of her diaper. As he worked, he couldn't help but marvel at how much she had grown since her arrival.

"Alright, Nikki," he cooed, "let's make sure you're all clean and comfy." He made quick work of the diaper change, replacing it with a fresh one before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Nicole giggled, her laughter echoing in the room.

With Nicole content in her freshly changed diaper, Rooster looked down at the list while holding the toddler’s hand as she spun herself back and forth.

1.Check on the Twins

2. Diaper Change for the Twins

3. Prepare Nikki’s bottle

4. Prepare Bottles for the Twins

‘Well, they are still asleep so,” he picks Nicole up with ease, “Let’s prepare your breakfast.” Nicole babbled, touching his mustache and slapping her tiny hand over his lips - like she always did - “Ow, hey,birdie,come on, you are getting heavy handed already.”

Rooster balanced Nicole on his hip, her laughter echoing through the quiet house. With the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, he made his way to the kitchen, mentally ticking off the tasks on the list. Jolene trotted alongside them, her tail wagging with excitement.

In the kitchen, Rooster set Nicole in her high chair, the colorful tray adorned with a variety of toys to keep her entertained. He reached for the ingredients to prepare her breakfast, all the while keeping his phone handy.

As he mixed together oatmeal and mashed bananas, Nicole eagerly kicked her legs, babbling in her own delightful language. Rooster couldn't help but smile at the pure joy radiating from his daughter. “Yep, there’ll be food soon enough,baby girl.” he tastes it for good measure, “There you go.”

While Nicole enjoyed her breakfast, Rooster turned his attention to the next item on the list—preparing bottles for the twins. He knew he had time, but he liked being prepare- he stops, wincing when Eleanor’s deep barks echoed from the living room door, “Jesus,” he hurries over, “Ellie,Ellie,calm down.”

He sees someone out there, a male figure? And he frowns, looking back into the kitchen briefly to make sure Nikki was alright, then exhaling as he opened the door. He didn’t even bother ot put on a shirt.

The person looks up at him and he blinks “...can I help you?”

“...oh uh–” oh he’s one of Marcus’ assistants, “Delivery for you guys, Mr.Beverly wanted you to have it as…uh…fresh out of the oven.”

That was a huge box. ‘Oh,” he grabs it from his hand, “Thank you,I…” he clears his throat, pushing Eleanor back, “Thank you, can you thank him for me?” the kid nods and scurries away,disappearing from his view as he closes the door.

He stares down at the box, honestly, Marcus gave them so much stuff it was crazy. He was an amazing fashion designer but…his favoritism was obvious. But he’d check on that later, now he had to make sure Nikki was okay.

And she was, eating some of the oatmeal with her rubber spoon,looking back at her father as he walks in, “Well, aren’t you a polite little one.” he chuckles, sitting down close to her with his body relaxing, “Soon enough you won’t need my help for anything baby girl.”

Ouch. No, that hurt a lot to think about.

He chews the inside of his cheek, tapping his fingers on the table…he still had a few more days left from his leave, then he’d have the promotion ceremony. Was he nervous?

Yes.

He was.

Rooster focused on his daughter, the laughter and babbling providing a temporary distraction from the thoughts that lingered in the back of his mind. He continued to feed Nicole,the twins, were still asleep, giving Rooster a small window of time to manage the morning routineHe glanced at the clock, calculating how much time he had before the twins would wake up demanding their share of attention.

A little while.

Rooster sighed as he observed Nicole, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, birdie," he murmured, reaching out to ruffle Nicole's soft hair. "You're growing up too fast, you know that?"

Nicole giggled, her chubby cheeks dimpling as she continued to explore her breakfast. Rooster's mind, however, drifted to the passage of time and the inevitability of change. The realization that his little girl was becoming more independent each day tugged at his heart.

She was outgrowing some of her older clothes, Beatrice saved some and donated others but…Nicole was just so big. He smiles, almost sadly, as he holds his head up with his hand, watching as she feeds herself.

He is proud of her, very proud. As Nicole happily banged her spoon against the high chair tray, Rooster's thoughts shifted to the unexpected delivery from Marcus. The large box sat in the corner of the kitchen, a big black package that Jack lazily sniffed.

Curiosity piqued, Rooster decided to investigate the contents of the box after ensuring Nicole was content and full. He gently scooped her up, cradling her against his chest.

Rooster approached the box. With a practiced motion, he pulled the ribbon that kept it closed, open. And then handed it to Nicole just so she could play with it as he looked down at it.Stylish outfits for the kids to luxurious items for Beatrice, and himself Marcus had spared no expense.

He then noticed something in the corner, something…paper? A calendar? He tilted his head, digging his hand deeper and pulling it out…it was their photoshoot. They finally got the pictures - honestly he almost forgot about it.

He looked down at it then gasped.

“Oh I gotta tell Bea.”

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ginger-grimm · 4 months

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INTRODUCING: PETRA MÜLLER

Full Name: Petra Rut Müller

Birthdate: December 19th, 1998

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Werewolf

Family: Red Riding Hood (Mother, deceased), Peter Müller (Father, deceased)

Love Interest: Willa Darling

Friends: Greer Grimm, Tee Wiley, Ben Beast, Doug Dwarf, Jane Godmother

Likes: Chopping wood, caramel candies, flannels, axes, dogs, thrillers, Jane's special cookies (which were made with a lot of love, as she claims), coffee, playing guitar, climbing trees, tulips, cherries

Dislikes: Most people, hot weather, most salty foods, gossipy people

Phobias: Loss of control

Style: Lots of flannels, sturdy worker boots, and jeans, Jane and Greer give her like twenty different BFF bracelets which she feels bad if she doesn't wear, other than that she doesn't wear much jewelry, has her mother's red cape which was imbued with magic to control her transformations during the full moon

Speech: American accent, somewhat gruff voice, likes to swear around people like Audrey because it's so "unladylike" and makes them gasp every time, not afraid to get into shouting matches

Physical Quirks/Scars: She has a giant scratchmark on her left calf from where the werewolf struck her, it's healed mostly but the scar remains nonetheless, she also walks with a slight limp on the left

Personality: Hard-working, pessimistic, adventurous, generous, independent, loyal, aggressive, impulsive, unpredictable

Background: Born in the woods surrounding Auradon, Petra was raised by Red Riding Hood and a villager named Peter. They lived in her great-grandmother's cottage after she passed. Petra was raised to be vigilant and cautious of the woods. Even with that fear instilled in her, little Petra loved to be in the woods. Climb trees, do woodwork, look at plants, anything she could discover in the woods, she was into it. At twelve years old, Red and Peter were murdered by the mate of the wolf who tried to kill Red all those years ago. Petra got away badly injured but was stuck in werewolf form for the next four years. Months before the VKs arrive at Auradon Prep, Petra wakes up at the gates of school - back in her human form. Ben convinces his parents to take a chance on Petra, despite her parents not having been of royal standing. She is taken into Auradon Prep and taken under the wing of Willa Darling, Wendy Darling's daughter. As Petra tries to find the wolf who turned her and the villain kids are being admitted into the school, she begins to realize just how much the people at Auradon Prep really mean to her - especially her mentor.

Faceclaim: Sophie Nelisse

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#ocappreciation #ocapp #disney descendants oc #oc: petra müller

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hatchetfield-ocs · 2 months

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PLEASE READ BEFORE VOTING: Please only respond with Hatchetfield OCs, if you have multiple OCs then just answer with either who you would consider your "main" or whichever has the most interesting answer! And if more than one apply, again just answer with which you think is most interesting

Again, Wiley is a bit of a complicated one since he's a wild card (a wiley card, ha.) He doesn't follow the standard poll definitions as well as some other characters. Don't feel like you need to confine to the wording of these options. Just pick whichever you feel is best and explain in comments or tags if need be!

#starkid #hatchetfield #uncle wiley #wilbur cross #polls

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kiddoryder · 2 months

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Brotherhood

A commission for @dustinlaughlin where his oc Hardy Wiley and Charlie tries to recoil her father Lucifer and Uncle Azarel their relationship. Things sure do happen!

Hardy Wiley belongs to @dustinlaughlin

Sophie and Blitz McKnight belong to @loli-momo1908

Sophie was showing off her costume to her brother and friends since Halloween was coming in a few days.

Sophie - *excited* “Look at this cool witch costume Niffty made me!”

Blitz - “Wow Sophie, your costume looks really amazing.”

Niffty - “I can make you a costume Blitz!”

Angel - *flirty* “He can be a sexy doctor while I can be his sexy nurse.”

Blitz - *annoyed* “In your dreams, you idiot. to Niffty* No thanks Niffty. I can make my own costume.”

Niffty - *bummed* “Aw. *to Hardy* Ooh what about you Hardy? I can make you a sexy bad boy and show off those delicious muscles of yours! *laughs creepily*

Hardy - *uncomfortable* “Uhh…No thank you Niffty. I’m fine.”

Sophie - *to Vaggie* “Are you gonna dress up Vaggie?”

Angel - “She’s already got her costume on: an annoying bossy witch!”

Vaggie growled in anger and annoyance.

Charlie - *cooing* “Aw Sophie, you look adorable! Remind me how I was excited for Halloween when I was your age. It’s my dad’s favorite holiday. Also mine. And Sonya’s. And Liz.”

Hardy - “Sounds like the love of Halloween runs in the family.”

Charlie - *nervously* “Well…Not all the family.”

()()()()()()()()()

At Sonya and Liz’s house, they were in their room deciding what their costumes should be so they can ready for Halloween this year.

Sonya - *excited* “Man, I love this holiday!”

Liz - “Hell yeah cause of all the candy we get!”

Sonya - “So any ideas what we should be?”

Liz - “I was thinking of something super scary, like Sadako Yamamura from The Ring. What about you?”

Sonya - “Maybe something magical like a fairy or a tiger since I love those guys.”

Liz - *nervously* “You think Dad would take us?”

Sonya - *doubtful* “I don’t know because it's like every year Dad gets grumpy around this time.”

Liz - “You don't think he's still mad from...*whispers* The Incident?”

Sonya - *whispers* “I hope not, I mean it's been years. Then again, he is the type that can hold grudges for years.”

Liz - “Do you think we should ask? He can be pretty scary when he’s angry.”

Sonya - “Good idea.”

Sonya went downstairs and saw her parents relaxing in the living room. Her dad Azarel was reading a book, while her mom Zella was knitting a scarf. Sonya took a deep breath and said:

Sonya - “Mom, Dad, can Liz and I go trick or treating with Charlie and Uncle Lucifer?”

Azrael simply grumbles without saying a word. Zella notices and remembers how her husband hates this time of year.

Zella - “Um…Sweetie it best you don’t ask that so your father don’t get stressed.”

Sonya - “But I-“

Her father gave her a stern stare. That’s the look Sonya and Liz know what that means and not to push their luck.

Sonya - *nervously* “Uhh…I’m gonna go to the hotel. We will be back before dinner!”

Liz - *nervously* “Uh, yeah, good idea.”

The two girls zipped away, leaving cloudy puffs.

()()()()()()()()()

At the hotel they were doing a show and tell day. It was Hardy’s turn and he was showing his friends his pictures from his training days.

Hardy - “This is when I had to run with rocks tied to my waist. It got hard but after that it felt like I was running with a pillow. And here's me when I was wrestling with a pack of bears. The toughest one was the Mama Bear. She was the alpha.”

Charlie - *shocked* “You actually arm wrestle with a bear?!”

Husk - “I kind of find that shit hard to believe.”

Niffty - “Did you get to kill it?! And make a coat after it?”

Hardy - “Not just arm wrestle, Charlie. I mean full-on body-contact wrestling. The Mama Bear had me in a squeezing hold and everything. And no Niffty, I didn't kill the bear.”

Niffty - *frowns* “Well that's boring.”

Angel - “Oh I do a lot of full on body contact wrestling in my movies. Sometimes there’s more than one if you know what I mean.” *purs*”

Blitz - *annoyed* “We didn’t need to know that Angel.”

Hardy - “Oh really? Who was your toughest opponent?”

A drum rimshot was played in the background, as Angel made an unamused expression. Charlie and Vaggie were holding in their laughter.

Sophie - “Hardy, you didn’t get hurt wrestling?”

Hardy - “Yeah, but like I said before, Grandmaster Mogwai knows a really good doctor that can bring you back from the brink of double-death.”

Husk - “If that's so, maybe I should see him.”

Hardy - “Really, why's that?”

Charlie - “Are you hurt in any way Husk?”

Angel - “I know different ways to make him better. He can get into the bed with me.”

Husk - *annoyed* “I just hope he's good with migraines. My biggest one is with Legs over there.”

Angel - *annoyed* “Hey!”

Then they heard a knock on the door.

Vaggie - “I got it.”

Vaggie went to the door and saw Sonya and Liz.

Vaggie - *calls* “Charlie, your cousins are here!”

Charlie - *happy* “There’s my baby cousins!”

Sonya - *smiles* “Hey Cousin Charlie.”

Sophie - *happy* “Sonya! Lizzie!”

Sophie ran and hugged them. Sonya and Liz smiled and hugged her back.

Sonya - “Hey Sophie, how are you doing?”

Sophie - “Good! I’m excited for Halloween! Are you and Lizzie gonna come trick or treating with me?”

Sonya - *doubtful* “Mmm not sure.”

Liz - “We tried asking Dad, but he's always grumpy this time of year.”

Charlie - *realizes* “Ohhhhh... You mean he's still mad about... that?”

Sonya and Liz nod with a frown.

Charlie - *worried* “Oh dear.”

Hardy - “Is there something wrong?”

Sonya - “Our dad gets grumpy around this time.”

Husk - “Why? Does he hate Halloween? I could understand that because of the fucking pranks.”

Hardy - “What does your Dad get mad about?”

Liz - “We wouldn't say that he hates Halloween. More like he's still upset about... The Incident.”

Hardy - *confused* “What incident?”

Charlie - “Well it happened when Sonya and Liz were six years old. After Liz was tamed. It was Halloween-“

Flashback

Little Sonya was giggling as Azarel was fixing her costume. Her costume was a blue butterfly.

Azarel - *gushing* “You look so cute as a butterfly sweetie!”

Little Sonya - “Thanks Daddy! Is Uncle Luci gonna be here soon? I can't wait to go trick or treating!”

Azarel - *chuckles* “Yea he’s coming and your cousin Charlie is coming too.”

Little Sonya - “Yay!!”

Little Liz - “She’s our favorite cousin! She’s so cool!”

The doorbell rings.

Azrael - “That must be them.”

Azarel opened the door and saw Charlie and Lucifer.

Lucifer - *happy* “Ray-Ray! There’s my favorite brother! Come here!”

Gave him a hug and Azarel was struggling a bit.

Azarel - *struggles* “Luci, you're crushing me!”

Lucifer - *lets go* “Oh come on, I haven't seen you for a long time! I think I have the right to hug my brother.”

Charlie - *happy* “Hi Uncle Azarel! *sees Sonya* Aw there’s my little cousin! Come here.”

Little Sonya squealed in happiness and ran toward Charlie and gave her a big hug.

Little Liz - “Don't forget me cuz!”

Charlie - “Aww of course sweetie!”

Charlie gave her a hug in shadow form. Their fathers were happy that their daughters have such a close bond with each other.

Azarel - “Well thank you again for taking them trick or treating. Zella and I would have done it, but we need to protect the house from pranksters and also give out candy to trick or treaters.”

Lucifer - *smiles* “Oh of course, anything for my sweet lil' nieces.”

Lucifer playfully pinches Little Sonya and Liz's little cheeks like a grandmother would. Little Sonya and Liz giggled at this.

Azarel - “Okay so here’s a list of the candies they can eat and the time they should be home *give Lucifer the note* And make sure they come back safe and unharmed.”

Lucifer - *smiles and salutes* “Yes sir! You can count on me, bro! *to the girls* Come on let’s go girls.”

As soon Lucifer, Sonya, Liz and Charlie went outside, Charlie saw Lucifer crumble the note and threw it away.

Charlie - *concerned* “Um dad, weren’t those the rules uncle Azarel gave you?”

Lucifer - “Hey don’t we need them. Rules are meant to be broken. Especially on Halloween.”

Charlie - *worries* “But dad, what if there was something important on that note?”

Lucifer - *scoff* “Don’t worry about it. Azarel is just being a killjoy like he always been.

Little Sonya and Liz giggled at their uncle’s comment.

Charlie - *doubtful* “ I...I don't know.”

Lucifer - “Oh come on, Charlie! It's Halloween! You don't want to make your cousins sad, would you?”

Charlie looks at her cousins as they give her the most adorable puppy-dog eyes that you could possibly make in their age. The cuteness was making Charlie falling for it.

Charlie - *determined* “You're right! Let them have fun!”

So for the next few hours, Charlie, Lucifer, Sonya and Liz were having fun trick or treating. Sometimes Sonya would switch with Liz so she can get some candy as well. They were getting a lot of candy and even pulling pranks on people. Like TPing their house, throwing eggs, and even leaving exploding pumpkins.

Then it was time to head home as Sonya was eating some candy from her candy bag. Even Liz was eating some too.

Lucifer - “See Charlie? Everything turned out great! We had fun, the girls had candy, and nothing bad happened. Everyone wins!”

Charlie - “Yeah. I guess I was worrying too much.”

Little Sonya - “Umm…Uncle Luci, I feel itchy *scratch her arm*”

Lucifer - *confused* “Hmmm, that's strange. You don't suppose mosquitoes are out tonight, do you?”

Charlie - *looks up* “No, I haven't seen anything.

Little Sonya kept scratching her arm more. Then Charlie noticed hives on little Sonya’s arm and it was spreading everywhere. Charlie and Lucifer’s eyes widen in shock.

Charlie - *cries* “Where did these hives come from?!”

Lucifer - *freaked out* “Oh geez! We gotta take her home!!”

Lucifer picked up little Sonya as he and Charlie ran back to Azrael's house. However, not wanting to get caught by his brother and sister in law, Lucifer made a portal for him, his daughter and little nieces to go through. After going through the portal, they ended up on the upstairs floor of the house in the hallway. Seeing the bathroom door, Lucifer quickly shoves them all in the bathroom. He turned on the light and said:

Lucifer - “Okay now to find some medicine.”

Little Liz - *worried* “Is Sonya gonna be okay? “

Charlie - “Don’t worry she will be fine. She needs something for the hives.”

Lucifer was looking through the medicine cabinet. However he was making a lot of noise moving some stuff around. The noises got Azarel’s attention.

Azarel - *confused* “What the hell? What's all that noise?”

Azarel walked upstairs and saw the bathroom door slightly open with the light on. He opened the door and saw Lucifer, Charlie looking worried as he went through the medicine cabinet. Little Sonya’s hives were spreading on her body and continuing scratching.

Azarel - What the?!

Little Sonya - *innocently* “Hi daddy! I got hives from candy.”

Azrael glares his eyes at Lucifer.

Azrael - *low growl* “Lucifer…”

Lucifer nervously smiles as he starts to sweat.

Lucifer - *nervously* “Hey Azzi…How ya been?”

Azarel - *calling* “Zella! Get the benadryl!”

Little Sonya - *excited* “Guess what daddy? I got a lot of candy! Rules are made to be broken.”

Azrael - “They what?!”

Azrael's eyes glow in anger as he snarled at Lucifer as he simply nervously chuckled and sweat even harder.

Lucifer - *nervously* “You know how kids like to joke right?”

Little Liz - “But you said- “

Lucifer - *covers her mouth* “Not now sweetie. We will talk it later.”

After Zella came with the benadryl, Little Sonya took the medience that made her sleepy. After putting on her pajamas, little Sonya went to sleep in her bed. Zella came back after putting Sonya to bed.

Zella - “There. She’s now asleep and I threw out the candy with peanuts so she won’t accidentally eat.”

Azrael - *relief* “That's good. Thank you honey. *low angry tone towards Lucifer* You. In the other room. We need to talk. Now!”

Lucifer gulped really hard. He knew that he’s in big trouble. He may be the king of hell, but he’s still Azarel’s little brother. Lucifer always hated getting in trouble by his older siblings.

Charlie - *nervously* “Umm Uncle Azarel maybe you shouldn’t.”

Lucifer - “Oh don’t worry Charlie I can handle this. Why don't you head on home and I will meet you when I'm done, okay?”

Charlie - *worriedly* “Um, okay…”

Zella - “Come, I’ll take you home so you won’t be alone.”

Charlie - *worriedly* “Okay, thanks Aunt Zella...*to Lucifer* Bye dad…”

The two walked out of the house to leave Lucifer and Azrael alone. Zella and Charlie got in the car.

Charlie - *worried* “Man, I hope Dad will be okay.”

Just then, Azrael's house flashed and glowed a really bright light as a loud roar was heard inside.

Zella - *worried* “Oh dear, it seems your uncle is upset, I fear.”

Charlie watched in worry as the house glowed from Azrael's fury.

End of Flashback

Hardy - *shocked* “Holy moly…”

Charlie - “Yeah…Ever since things between my Dad and Uncle Azarel gotten…tense. He doesn’t even trust my Dad to watch Sonya and Liz anymore by himself. They are only allowed to be watch by me and my mom. I mean they are allow to see my Dad, but only if me and my mom are there.

Sonya - “The tension between my Dad and Uncle Lucifer get worst around this time of year.”

Liz: We tried asking Dad if we could go trick or treating with Cuz and Uncle Luci this year, but…”

Sonya - “He had that glare.”

Liz - “The same glare he gave our uncle those years ago.”

Hardy - “Yeesh, talk about a grudge.”

Charlie - “Well it have been a while…Maybe they should let that go.”

Blitz - “I don’t think it’s that simple Charlie. Some can hold grudges for years.”

Charlie - “Well, I think that it's time that we get those two to make up. We just need a plan.”

Hardy - *thinks for a minute* “Hmmmm... Well, back at Mr. Chi's apartment, whenever the tenants get into an argument, he would always lock them both in a room until they make up.”

Angel - “Oh that could work *points out* If they weren't so darn powerful that they can blow the room up to kingdom come!”

Husk - “Can’t believe I’m saying this but Angel got a point. Those two motherfucker can blow up half of hell!”

Blitz - “Especially since they have Angelic powers.”

Hardy - “Well, what if we had some place that was enchanted? Some place that could dampen their powers? *lit lightbulb pops up over his head* Wait, that's it! I know just the right place!”

Charlie - “You do? Where?”

Hardy - “Not too long ago, I just got a call from a cilent about this old abandoned house that was made out of this holy wood stuff, and local legends say *playfully spooky tone* that the house is haunted by the unerased. *imatating ghost wooing*

Sophie - *trembles* “Haunted?! *flies into the back of Blitz's jacket and hides*

Angel - *raises eyebrow* “The unerased?”

Vaggie - *unamused tone* “Afterlife version of the undead.”

Angel - *sarcastically* “Rrrrrrriiiiiggghhhhttt.”

Sonya - *eyes winden* “I read that before! It can hold off any powers including ones like Uncle Lucifer’s and Dad.”

Liz - “Wait that shit is real? I just thought it was something from a made up story.”

Hardy - “And stories say that on Halloween night, the house gets filled with unerased sinners and hellborns roaming its hallways.”

Sophie - *tremble in fear* “You think they would come here?”

Blitz - *reassures* “Aw relax, sis. Everyone in Hell knows that there's no such thing as the Unerased.”

Blitz - “Beside Hardy is just joking around.”

Hardy - “Yeah, as I said, it's only local legend. However, the holy wood part is real, so we can use that to our advantage.”

Charlie - “What do you have plan?”

Hardy - “We lure Lucifer and Azrael into the house. We lock them inside. They talk over their issues. Make peace. We let them out. Then everything will be solved. Plus, as an added bonus, we can go ghost hunting for some fun. What do you guys think?”

Husk - “It’s a stupid idea. Then again, who the fuck listens to me?”

Hardy - *deadpan* “Okay that’s one. Who else?”

Niffty - *excited* “It would be fun to see two bad boys lock together!”

Vaggie - “Maybe it can work but it sound risky.”

Hardy - “Okay that’s also kind of another one. *to Charlie* “What do you think, Charlie?”

Charlie - *confident* “It could work! And their powers won’t cause them to do any damage to themselves. Plus, I'm actually curious about seeing that house myself. So it might actually make a good early Halloween adventure.”

Liz - *interested* “Ooh it actually does! Maybe we can even scare people.”

Sonya - “Yeah, and set up scary booby traps!”

Sophie - “And maybe some pictures too? But not too scary ones.”

Vaggie - “I don't see why not.”

Angel - “Sounds like fun, I could go for some good ol' Halloween scare pranks.”

Charlie - “Then it's settled, we're going to the haunted house!”

Sophie - “But make sure it’s not too scary!”

Hardy - *assuring* “Don’t worry Sophie. We promise it won’t be scary.”

Hardy - “Now, all we need is something to lure Lucifer and Azrael to the house, like... *turns to Charlie, Sonya, and Liz* Live bait.”

Everyone else turns their heads toward Charlie, Sonya, and Liz.

Sonya - *confused* “Uhh why look at us?”

Charlie - *realizes* “Oh, you want us to lure our dads to the house, am I right?”

Hardy - *nods* “Yep. It’s the only way.”

Charlie - “Okay, what do you need us to do?”

Hardy - “Here's the plan, gather around everyone.”

Everyone gathers in a football huddle as Hardy explains his plan.

()()()()()()()()

Later at night, the scene changes to the old haunted house that Hardy mentioned. The house was grey-colored and have creepy Heaven-based decor, like exorcist statues for gargoyles and a graveyard.

Husk - *impressed* “Have to admit: it doesn't look like trash.”

Hardy - “Okay guys, let's get this place set up with traps and scary stuff before Lucifer and Azrael come.”

All - “Right!”

Everyone picks up their things and start setting up the traps in the house. In a montage, everyone was busy at work in setting up the traps and the scares around the house before Lucifer and Azrael get here.

Within two hours, everything was set up and everyone was in their positions. Now they just need to wait.

Vaggie - *doubtful* “Are you sure this is gonna work? I mean not all brothers have a strong bond, you know?”

Hardy - “It has too. Brothers should be there for each other. Not hate each other and base what Charlie told me, Azarel is one of the few that Lucifer has left.”

Angel - *peeking through the window* “Here they come.”

Charlie and Lucifer were outside about to enter the house.

Charlie - “So Dad thanks for coming here.”

Lucifer - “Sure thing dear. *looks at the house* So this is the house that you were talking about?”

Charlie - “Yep! It’s so cool I wanted you to see it.”

Lucifer - “Uh-huh, and you're saying that it's "haunted"?”

Charlie - “Yeah! It is haunted with ghosts and stuff.”

Lucifer - *confused* “And you brought me here because...?”

Charlie - “I want to see it inside with you, so I don't get scared if there are ghosts in there.”

Lucifer - *shrugs* “Well I am the scariest thing alive so why not.”

Charlie - “Oh, and my cousins will be coming with us, and they will bring someone with us.”

Lucifer - “Oh? Um....*worriedly* who?”

Charlie - *assuring* “Don’t worry it’s somebody who’s harmless. *points her finger* Here they come now!”

Lucifer turns his head to where Charlie is pointing and he is not happy with who he sees with Sonya and Liz.

Lucifer - *annoyed* “Oh hello Azarel.”

Azrael - *deadpanned* “Lucifer…”

Sonya - *nervous* “Excited to be here?”

Azrael - *deadpanned* “Not really. I only came here because of my daughters.”

Charlie - “Don’t worry Uncle Azarel, it's gonna be fun!”

Azrael hummed in doubt. While Lucifer rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Sonya - “Come on, let's go and see what's inside.”

Liz - “Yeah! It will be something so cool.”

Sonya and Liz pulled their dad to the front door as Charlie and Lucifer followed them. Once they were at the door, it creepily creaked open. Lucifer and Azrael are the first to go in. But once they were inside, Charlie, Sonya, and Liz slammed the door behind them and locked them inside.

Lucifer - *shocked and confused* “Hey what the heck?!”

Azarel - “Let me out!!”

Lucifer tried to rip the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Then he tries to burn the door open with his fire powers, but he couldn't even light a tiny flare.

Lucifer - “What the hell is going on?! Is this a joke?”

Azrael - *studies the wood* “It's this house! It's made of holy wood.”

Lucifer - “What?! We need to get out of here!”

Azrael - “Well, we can't get out the way we came, so we'll need to find another way out. *annoyingly groans*”

Lucifer - *annoyed* “Oh this is just great!”

Azrael: - “Hey, I don't like it as much as you do.”

Just then, they hear something. Something ominous.

Azrael - “What was that?”

Lucifer - *nervously* “I have no idea.”

Just then something comes falling down the stairs... It was a skull. The Morningstar brothers look bored and uninterested.

Azarel - *unscared* “Eh. I seen skulls before.”

Lucifer - “I even have collections of these.”

But at the moment it landed on the ground, it instantly pops in front of their faces and made a horrible scream with bulging eyes. This definitely causes Lucifer and Azrael to be jumped. It even scared Lucifer to the point he jumped into Azarel’s arms.

Lucifer - *freaking out* “Okay this is freaking me out!”

Azrael - *struggling* “L-Luci, Will you g-get off of me?! You're heavy!”

Azrael drops Lucifer on the floor. Azarel wipes his hand as Lucifer groans and gets up.

Lucifer - “Come on we need to leave!”

Azrael: Yeah, no kidding!

()()()()()()()()

The two walked down the hall, trying to find another way out of the house. They walk through an eerily dim hallway.

Azarel - “What the hell is that?”

Lucifer - *nervous* “I don't know, but I ain't sticking around to find out.”

Suddenly, they started to hear creepy organ music. This causes Lucifer and Azrael to tremble.

Lucifer - “This isn’t even good music!”

Azrael - “Where is it even coming from?!”

Lucifer - “I don’t know but we seriously need to leave!”

Azrael - “Let's try the backdoor!”

Lucifer - “Alright!”

Azrael and Lucifer kept moving down the halls until they spotted something up ahead, or rather... someone. A shadowed figure was slowly approaching them.

Lucifer - “Who the fuck are you?!”

The shadowed figure didn't respond as it kept coming closer and closer until light shined to reveal itself. It was a walking corpse of a deceased imp!

Lucifer and Azrael - *simultaneously scream* AN UNERASED!!!

Lucifer and Azrael ran away in a comedic panic.

Azarel - *freaking out* “What kind of house is this?!

Lucifer - “Who cares?! Let's just the fuck outta here!”

Lucifer and Azrael see a window and thought about jumping through it. However, upon impact, they find the windows made of rubber as it bounces them back inside.

Lucifer - *panicking* “Oh why did we agree to come here?! We're trapped! Trapped like rats! *shouts in panic* WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!!”

Azrael - *grabs Lucifer and shakes him like a ragdoll* Lucifer! Get a hold of yourself man! *slaps Lucifer silly to make him snap back to his senses*

Lucifer - *calming down* “Okay! Okay! I’m calm!”

Azarel slaps him again.

Lucifer - *annoyed* “I said I was calm!!”

Azarel - “Had to make sure. Now, if we're going to get out of this, we're going have to work together. So let's find something to defend ourselves with.”

Lucifer - *looks around* “Well maybe there are some old weapons in here.”

Azrael - “We'll need to improvise.”

Azrael looks around and finds a chair, so he takes it as a weapon.

Lucifer - *deadpanned* “Really? A chair?”

Azarel - “You got a better idea?”

Lucifer looks around and finds a fireplace poker.

Lucifer - *smug* “This those!”

Azarel rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Azarel - “That’s right: Lucifer Morningstar the Idea Guy! Too bad he doesn’t think about how his ideas affect people.”

Lucifer - *points the poker at Azrael's face* “Was that an insult?!”

Azrael - *pushes the poker* “Just watch my back while I watch yours.”

Azrael and Lucifer stand back to back. Making sure to face any monster that comes in their way.

Lucifer - “Okay so if we're gonna get out of here alive, we gotta make sure to fight back whatever is in here.”

Azarel - “For once your idea sounds logical and makes sense.”

Lucifer - *annoyed tone* “Ignoring that. *normal tone* Any ideas on which way we should go next?”

Azrael - “Let's try upstairs.”

Lucifer - “Alright upstairs it is.”

While standing back to back, Lucifer and Azrael go upstairs to see if they can find another way out of the house. So far, they haven’t found any luck yet.

Azarel - *grumpy* “I can’t believe out of all week it's gotta happen on this stupid Halloween week.”

Lucifer - *offended* “Hey there’s nothing stupid about this holiday!”

Azarel - *scoff* “You really forgot about what happened, did you?”

Lucifer - *upset* You're still hung up about that?! I said that I was sorry! I didn’t know Sonya was allergic to peanuts!”

Azrael - “Well, you should have! It was written on that paper of rules that I gave you! And don't give me that "rules are meant to be broken" crap!”

Lucifer - “Well some rules are! They are stupid and unfair.”

Azarel - “And it’s just that. You truly forgot, haven't you? The day you were forced to leave heaven? With Lilith?”

Lucifer - *angry* “Don't you DARE bring that up!”

Azarel - *mad*! “Well I am! You seem to have forgotten who it affects!”

Lucifer - “Well duh! Lilith and I got kicked out!”

Azarel - “Along with other people! Have you forgotten how it affected me?!”

Lucifer - “Hey, I gave you a chance to walk away, but you stuck by me in the end! That's on you, not me!”

Azarel - “But the problem with you is that you don’t care nor think how your actions affect other people! You believe you can do whatever you want and not care!”

Lucifer - “Well why did you get stuck by me then?!”

Azarel - “Cause you’re my little brother you idiot! I couldn’t stand by and abandon you or ignore you like the elders did.”

Lucifer paused from that comment. He never realized how much Azarel cared about him. Azarel took a deep breath and said:

Azarel - “You may be an annoying pain in the ass, but you’re still my brother. I can’t abandon you like that. You know how it badly hurt me that the other angels would talk shit about you with Lilith or act like you don’t exist?”

Lucifer - *pauses* “I...I had no idea.”

Azarel - *feeling down* “Well…Sometimes it not easy to talk about.”

Lucifer - *sighs* “I'm sorry, bro. It's just that... I thought that giving humanity freewill would be a good thing and that the elders would start listening to my ideas and take me seriously, instead of just seeing me as some troublemaker.”

Azrael - “I listen to you, Lucifer. Sometimes you make good ideas, and sometimes they're too dangerous. I personally think that it's a good idea to give humanity free will, but they weren't ready yet for such a thing. They needed time before having such a thing. We may have created Adam and Lillith as adults in the beginning, but they are still technically young. They were still learning things.”

Lucifer - “That’s true…I just feel like they needed free will because having too many rules isn’t much freedom. Plus you would get bored if you have to follow rules by rules. It would be like losing who you truly are.”

Azrael - “That maybe so, but they were important for many things such as their safety, their growth, and so on. Plus, many of them were just temporary. It's not like we were going to keep those so many rules up forever.”

Lucifer - “But heaven was so strict and never listens! They even rejected my daughter's ideas on the hotel!”

Azrael - “I admit, they are stubborn and tend to take things too seriously. But that doesn't mean that they don't care. I mean, they have so much responsibility and duties that they need to uphold. They're not as carefree or free-spirited as you are, Lucifer. I get that strict-like ways can be overbearing, but in their defense, they need to be for our father. Our father gave the elders this responsibility as he far too busy with his far more important duties, such as creating new life and upholding the rights of existence. Without him, everything would eventually crumble to nothingness. That includes us and our families. *sighs* Plus, if it's any consolation, I can actually relate to you, Luci. The elders don't listen to me at times either.”

Lucifer - *surprised* “They didn’t listen to you either? But you’re one of the golden child! They like you better than me. Then again they liked everybody else better than me.”

Azarel - “Well I do agree the rules are needed, some of them did seem unfair. There were even times that I wished to give mortals another chance at their lives. That I wanted to let them live longer and cherish it. But it was against my position to do such a thing. Doing something like that would have put me and my family in an even worse position than I am currently in as a semi-fallen angel. The elders would have picked someone irresponsible and heartless like Adam. Such a thing would have made things worse for your kingdom. I couldn't risk it. Not to my family.”

Lucifer - *sighs* “I know. I tried so hard to see the good in my people like Charlie does. I don’t know how she does it but heaven didn’t listen to me about reforming some sinners cause how the rule of earth changed overtime. I didn’t want my family to get hurt.”

Azrael - “Neither did I, brother. Our generation was garbage, that we both can agree. But we should have faith that our children will make a difference. The future rests on their hands and we need to support their choices, both for their happiness and for everyone.”

Lucifer - *smiles* “We can do it together…Brother.”

They both hugged each other but then they heard clapping. Lucifer and Azrael turned around to see Hardy come out of the shadows, clapping at them. Then, everyone starts coming out of their hiding spots and clapping at them, including Charlie, Sonya, and Liz, who managed to get into the house without Lucifer and Azrael's knowledge.

Lucifer - *confused* “What? What the hell is going on?”

Hardy - “It's about time you two made up. I was starting to think that we needed to bring out the big guns.”

Azrael - “Big guns? What are you talking about? Can someone please explain to us what is going on here?”

Charlie - *smile and nods* “Glady. I told Hardy about how you and Dad are always tense. Especially during this time of year.``

Hardy - “And I figured you need something to make you guys talk and make with each other.”

Sonya - “So we set up this whole haunted house to have you two make up. And hoping it can change your mind on letting me and Liz go trick or treating with uncle Lucifer and cousin Charlie.”

Lucifer - “You mean this whole thing was a prank to get us to reconcile?”

Liz - “If you wanna put it like that yeah.”

Lucifer and Azrael made unamused expressions for a moment, but then they both started to laugh together.

Lucifer - *laughing* “I’ll admit that was a good prank!”

Liz - “So, no hard feelings, dad?”

Azarel - *shakes his head* “Nah sweetie. If anything it helps me recoil to Lucifer.”

Sonya - “So... Does that mean we can go trick or treating?”

Azrael - *thinks* “Hmmmm...... Okay, I don't see why not.”

Sonya and Liz - *simultaneously pump their fists* “Yes! We better get our costume and-“

Azrael - “But on one condition from you two. *smiles* I get to decide what costumes you two are wearing.”

Sonya - “Really? What kind of costume?”

Azrael smiles mischievously.

()()()()()()()()()

It shows Sonya and Liz wearing pink fluffy bunny costumes with grumpy looks on their faces. Angel couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Liz - *grumbles to Angel* “Shut it.”

Charlie - *cooing* “Aw you guys look adorable!!”

Sonya - *grumbles* “I'm starting to think that I don't want to go trick or treating this year.”

Azrael - *smiles* “Too late girls, a deal is a deal!�� *snickers*

Angel was snapping pictures of Sonya and Liz in their Halloween costumes. He was laughing as he was doing it.

Angel - *chuckles* “Wait until Cherri sees this!!”

Liz - *angrily* “Angel, you better not send those!”

Angel - *playfully* “Alright you wasically wabbits”

Liz growls as her face turned red from both anger and humiliation. Charlie couldn’t help but giggle.

Lucifer - *slyly smiles at Charlie* “You know, Charlie? I was thinking that I should pick your costume for Halloween too.”

Charlie - *pleads* Please not the rubber duck mascot costume! The thing always gets me stuck between the doors!”

Lucifer - “But you look so adorable!”

Charlie - “Uhh can I choose something else?”

Lucifer - “Well, there's always…”

Lucifer leans to Charlie's ear and whispers. What he says caused Charlie's face to turn red as she freaked out.

Charlie - *freaks out* “No! No! Not that! Anything but that! I'll do the duck costume! Just anything but that one!”

Hardy - *curious* “What’s the other one?”

Lucifer - “It's quite the outfit, you see--“

Charlie frantically covers her father's mouth in embarrassment.

Charlie - *begging* “Don't tell them, dad! Pleeeeaasseee! I’ll do anything! I’ll even clean your room and you hate doing that.”

Lucifer - *smiles* “Really? Even organize my rubber duck collection?”

Charlie - *frantic* “Yes! I’ll do that for you for a month if you don’t tell.”

Lucifer - “Okay. *makes a zip lip expression*

Charlie - *sighs in relief* “Thank you…*joy* Now let's enjoy some Halloween!”

Everyone gets ready for Halloween, especially Sonya and Liz, despite having to wear such embarassing costumes. All in all, they're just glad that their dad and uncle finally made up after so long.

The End.

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Such Sweet Ignorance: Collabo'ween Day 16

GN!Reader/Blaine Wiley (Male Sugar Daddy Energy Vampire OC).

Warnings: There's a sense of dread through this one; Financial control; Heavy anxiety for reader; Emotional manipulation; Fear of dying; Reader is suffering from something similar to chronic fatigue.

Word Count: 2739.

Notes: This one is far more horror than smut with a creepy element to it. There's like three lines of smut lol. It's in first person and made to be like a journal entry.

With the power of hindsight, it was blatantly obvious how many red flags this man has. But I was broke and desperate, so I went along with what he wanted anyway.

Hello to anyone who might be reading this, by the way. I'd appreciate it if you're some scholar from a couple hundred years into the future, peeking into the past via the journal of some random person. If you're someone closer to me then this will be quite awkward and I'm gonna have to ask you to stop here. I don't think I can look people in the eye after admitting the things I'll admit here. Though after everything I've learned, someone I know now could be reading this hundreds of years in the future.

But I have to get it all off of my chest. I have to do it this way because if I pay for a therapist then he'll find out and make me stop seeing them even if the meetings are only over video calls. This is the first time I’ve been away from him for more than a couple of hours in many months.

It started last year, sometime around mid July. I was at the local library, using their free wifi when he'd sat down across from me. He'd only smiled at me then before reading his own book while I typed something up on my laptop.

We had a few more meetings like that, and I'd grown used to him being there. I'd seek him out when I'd enter the building and feel giddy when we'd make eye-contact. He was so handsome, dressed modestly but you could tell he had money just based on the make and materials of his clothes. Auburn hair. Blue eyes. Well built but not so cut that you'd think him vain. And he was looking at me.

He broke the silence first, asking me what I was writing. I wanted to lie, badly, because it was a romance novel that I was thinking of self-publishing just to make some cash on the side. Plenty of people will buy terrible romance novels and defend them with their lives if they have tropes they love and hot enough male protagonists.

For a reason I still can't explain, I told him the truth. A pattern that would continue, as you'll see.

I was waiting for his nose to scrunch up in disgust, my shoulders tensed so bad that I could feel the knots forming in the muscles already. Instead he smiled and asked if he could read some.

Yet again, I let him move around the table and sit beside me. I let him read what I wrote. And holy fuck was it a surprise when he started giving input on how to make it better than it was.

"My mother was a publisher, I used to do my homework at the kitchen table when she'd review all the things she'd get." Then there it was, the nose scrunch. "I… I kinda ended up loving some of those novels because of it."

Handsome, well-off, a lover of romance novels, a seemingly good relationship with his mother. People say hook-line-and-sinker a lot. This was an anchor tied to my ankle as he kicked me off the boat into Mariana's Trench. The books he'd been reading across from me were all horror, but the ones he'd kept in his bag to read at home? Soft, smutty romance.

I never asked why he always ended up at the library at the exact same time as myself. Knowing him as I do, I'm sure he'd have come up with an excuse that I couldn't refute, one I'd accept without blinking an eye. But I'm still disappointed that I never asked once.

Blaine Wiley is his name. An art appraiser - older than me but so kind, supportive and patient that it didn't matter in the slightest.

We became fast friends, especially with how open I felt I could be with him and how open I thought he was being with me. Everything I told him, he came back with something personal of his own. Never in that "I'm one-upping you," way, but in a "I see you, I know what it feels like too," way.

I had family problems? So did he! His sister was always at his throat. It's why he valued my friendship so much, he'd said. The notion of found family was one he identified with heavily after his mother had passed.

Naturally, we ended up dating. That restaurant was so expensive. I wanted to hide behind Blaine the entire time we were there. Expensive suits and bespoke dresses were everywhere while I was in an outfit I'd thrown together from a charity shop. Yeah, the outfit was expensive at one point. But not anymore. I was a drowned rat amongst groomed cats.

Somehow Blaine had made me forget about all of those worries. We'd hardly been able to stop talking long enough to eat (and the food was delicious). Even surrounded by absolute opulence, he remained all that my attention could focus on.

I couldn't not follow him home after such a lovely date. I couldn't not let him lay me down on his bed, strip my clothes from me and go down on me like that meal we'd shared was but an appetiser. He was so thorough and selfless.

My nerves returned once we'd finished - waiting and waiting for the other shoe to drop, to be kicked out of his bed now he'd gotten what he'd wanted. Instead, I was trapped in one of my very own novels. Blaine asked me to stay the night, his arms holding me close as we slept. He made me breakfast. He drove me home and kissed me goodbye with a promise to see me again.

More dates followed, as well as many nighttime trists (and some in his car in dark car parks). He paid for everything. Insisted on it. He didn't have to worry about his bank account but I did, so why should I pay? In fact, why don't I let him give me money just because?

Another moment where I should have ran. The writing was right there on the wall and I chose to walk past it like it was nothing but a graffitied cock. I feel so stupid - so full of shame - and I should be shouldn't I? I should feel disappointed in myself. I've been a fucking idiot and now it's far too late.

Sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself and far too emotional. I’ll just keep going.

As you can guess, I took the money. I tried to turn it down, but he was so hell-bent on "taking care of me," that I folded quickly. No one has ever taken care of me. I barely take care of me. It was just so nice to not have to worry about having hot water or food in the kitchen.

Three months is how long it took him to convince me to move in. The gifts and money got more and more expensive until he proposed it. His logic seemed sound; I was basically there every night, he was paying my rent and for my lifestyle anyway. I could leave any time I'd like if things didn't work out. He just wanted me to be safe and comfortable while I wrote. Once my book was out he was sure I'd have a good stream of revenue - hell, he could set me up with a publisher if I really wanted.

From a one bedroom flat with a teeny tiny kitchen and no bath, just a standing shower, to his two-floored suite at the top of an apartment complex. His bath is a fucking hot-tub. It bubbles. You can see the entire city from his windows. He has his own personal bar in the kitchen and 4 ovens.

My lifestyle was completely flipped. Rich clothes, days spent writing with an incredible view, relaxing baths while sipping drinks Blaine mixed for me at the bar, cooking with fresh ingredients from high-end boutiques.

Blaine mostly worked from home, but when he’d leave he’d return from work and see what I'd done before sharing his own day. Often he'd come home with a necklace, a ring, new shoes or clothes for me. Always, I was on his mind. Always, I was his to pamper and love.

Somehow, even with how unbelievably relaxing my life had become, I'd end each day more exhausted than the last. I'd wake up with headaches that doctors couldn't explain. I'd just keep chugging vitamins and hope that it would stop eventually.

Things started cracking when I wanted to go to a friend's party. Not even a close friend, just a fellow writer who'd stayed friendly with me over the years. A male writer. Blaine had tried to hide his true reason for keeping me home behind having a date planned. Deep down I knew it was jealousy. Deep down, I knew I should have ended things there or at least insisted that he consider why he felt so insecure about it.

I stayed home. I said my apologies to my friend and sent a gift through the mail. Blaine took me to an art opening the night of the party and introduced me to all of his friends instead.

It was hell. Anxiety had been a companion for most of my life, holding my hand anytime my thoughts would run away or even when I would simply step outside. It came back tenfold at the art exhibition. I felt like a piece of meat (though not due to Blaine's actions, surprisingly). His friends would peer over me with this knowing look before smiling or sipping their drinks. It only made me cling further to him. The one source of familiarity and comfort.

A breakdown followed when we got home. I was so tired and scared - I couldn't explain either - but Blaine simply held me and told me that the reasons why didn't matter right now. We'd work it out together, we'd get better together, but right then I should just let it all out. I could talk when I wanted to, but not feel forced to do so before I was ready.

Perfect. Everything he did and said was perfect, and I fell asleep wrapped up in his arms again that night.

I'd describe myself as agoraphobic these days. That previous anxiety I'd harboured had only grown in Blaine's custody. It was purposeful how he kept me inside without him, how he only took me out when it was a big thing with people whose lifestyles I couldn't connect to. Who I felt ashamed to open up around just in case they judged me. Events that made me have further breakdowns when we’d get home or even when I’d sit down in his car at the end of the night.

If his friends detested me, would Blaine leave? My only source of comfort? I couldn't let that happen.

I don't leave the house anymore. I tried a few times after all of those parties to smile my way through meetings Blaine took me to, but it just drained me further until I collapsed. Literally collapsed. More tests were done on me at the hospital, but still they couldn't find anything wrong.

Blaine left for a week on a trip to Oslo. Since he's left I've been getting my energy back bit by bit every day. I've needed it after what I found him doing a few nights before he left.

Usually, I sleep through the night like a rock. The fire alarm going off wouldn't wake my eyes open. Something did wake me up last week. I don't know what or why, but when my eyes fluttered open I thought I was trapped in a nightmare.

Blaine's hand was pressed against my chest, right over my heart. And it was glowing. I think there were runes shining on the back of his hand, the red light bathing our bedroom in what looked like a sea of blood. Seconds ticked by and I felt my lids lowering again as he peppered kisses on my neck. I was just so, so tired. Blaine made me so, so tired. Yet, I could barely breathe.

And alright, anyone reading might be thinking that it really was a dream. I did, at first, like I said. So I left my phone recording when I went to sleep the next night, the screen laying down so Blaine wouldn't know. He might check it when I sleep (he knows the password, he could do it anytime - he knows all of my passwords for everything). So I thought up a lie to explain it away. The screen was malfunctioning and clicking on things without any input. Maybe he could get me a new one or get it repaired. Spending money on me always makes him happy.

A phone only has so much storage, it'll only record for so long even when the settings are put on low. It recorded long enough for me to see that red light bathing the room again when I checked. Right at the end, the last few minutes. Whispers were also recorded. Blaine's whispers, soothing me, thanking me for being such a font of creativity and life.

Have you ever heard of energy vampires? They're much less known in the western world than the classic blood-sucking vampires. But there's legends of beings that take your life from you to feed their own all around the world. I think Blaine is that. I think he trapped me to feed from me and I don't know how to get away.

Plenty of times the thought to look through his office has crossed my mind. Plenty of times I've wondered why I've never met his sister or seen photos of his mother, why I don't know how old he actually is even though I know his birthday. And in retrospect, I realise that many of his friends I met at the art exhibition had nervous looking partners of their own. They had their own little me's.

I never questioned him. I never thought I had a reason to. Without him though, it's like that leash around my neck has been loosened and I can think more for myself again. Not fully. I still can't step outside without having a panic attack. I can barely call for a takeaway. Apps are my best friend right now. Who knows how many creatures like Blaine are out there, waiting to prey on the innocent?

At least I had the initiative to look through his desk finally. It's such a classic thing, a false bottom full of letters. It feels fake even though I found it. Even though I read each letter and carefully put them back. Even though they confirmed everything I thought.

They were all exchanges with people like him. Creatures who hunt for people full of drive to do something - like my writing, someone's dancing, singing, painting. Hell, one had a taste for mechanics who worked on custom cars. And how they'd drain them dry of everything. Many of their victims died. Some of them went through victims like a smoker with cigarettes.

Blaine was one of them. He'd only keep them for a month or two before they'd pass away in hospitals from mysterious diseases that couldn't be identified. Moreover, he's been doing it for over two hundred years. Blaine wasn’t even his original name, he’d gone by dozens of names over the years. The last letter was from 1942. I guess he switched to using telephones, then the internet when it got popular. Who knows how many other victims have been held in his claws before he found me.

I don't know why I'm different. I don't know why he's let me live so long. I just know that I have to get away before he can truly take everything.

And I'm trying. Believe me, I'm trying so hard. He'll be back tomorrow. I just need to get up and leave, to take all of my clothes and jewellery and pawn them off so I can get away. I don’t even care about finishing my book at this point - even though it’s so close to done.

I'm going to do it. I promise I’ll get away. I'll write again when I'm safe.

#collaboween #spill my guts #necro's fics #blaine wiley #gn reader #cw financial abuse #cw emotional abuse #cw sugar daddies

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insomniac-jay · 11 months

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DC OC | Relationships

Daliah Yukimura <--> Camryn Yukimura

Lilith Morningstar <--> Elyon Morningstar <--> Jezebel Morningstar

Traci Baxter <--> Tiana Baxter

Titania <--> Belladonna

Best Friends

Billie Sunday <--> Brittney Foster <--> Yaretzi Tenoch <--> Emily Ngam

Lilith Morningstar <--> Daisy Hilliard

Venus Parks <--> Lilith Morningstar

Daisy Hilliard <--> Flordelis Munoz

Vicia Lopez <--> Alicia Sandiego

Vicia Lopez <--> Camryn Yukimura

Solana Banks <--> Daliah Yukimura

Sophia Evangelista <--> Tiana Baxter

Larissa Malone <--> Traci Baxter

Venus Parks <--> Sherri Moriarty

Sophia Evangelista <--> Camryn Yukimura

Mel Ortega <--> Minka Tylers

Sophia Evangelista <--> Sasha Ray

Vicia Lopez <--> Will Vaughn

Greynasha Wiley <--> Emily Ngam

Sisterly Bond

Vicia Lopez <--> Jahzara Nwadike

Sophia Evangelista <--> Solana Banks

Sophia Evangelista <--> Elyon Morningstar

Jahzara Nwadike <--> Will Vaughn

Respect/Gets Along With

Yaretzi Tenoch <--> Sherri Moriarty

Vicia Lopez <--> Daisy Hilliard

Vicia Lopez <--> Lilith Morningstar

Elyon Morningstar <--> Mel Ortega

Greynasha Wiley <--> Billie Sunday

Not Close To

Alicia Sandiego <--> Camryn Yukimura

Dislikes

Alicia Sandiego <--> Jahzara Nwadike

Larissa Malone <--> Venus Parks

Alicia Sandiego <--> Mona Lisa Beauvais

Billie Sunday <--> Belladonna

Billie Sunday <--> Ashley McLaren

Solana Banks <--> Belladonna

Will Vaughn <--> Alicia Sandiego

@calciumcryptid @peachyblkdemonslayer @supermansbisexualson

#jay's dc ocs #dc oc #dc ocs

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trashcatsnark · 1 year

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OCs as other characters!~

I was tagged by the lovely @shallow-gravy

Tagging: I saw most of the fc5 people I know have been tagged, so cyberpunk friends?? @tarmac-rat @beammeupbroadway @skippygiraffee @seraphfighter and really anyone who wants to!

rules: take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). if you don’t recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100

Aidan V. Becker- Cyberpunk 2077

Natalie (Yellowjackets): 91%

Wynonna Earp (Wynonna Earp): 88%

Fleabag (Fleabag): 85%

John Bender (The Breakfast Club): 85%

Maeve Wiley (Sex Education): 84%

Dean Winchester (Supernatural): 82%

Dahlia Hale (Far Cry 5)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead): 87%

Arya Stark (Game of Thrones): 81%

Joyce Byers (Stranger Things): 80%

Noah Calhoun (The Notebook): 88%

Kayce Dutton (Yellowstone): 84%

Eira Becker (Cyberpunk 2077)

Red Forman (That 70's Show) 81%

Ron Swanson (Parks and Recreation): 81%

Rip Wheeler (Yellowstone): 81%

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games): 78%

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine): 78%

#cyberpunk 2077 #far cry 5 #aidan becker #aidan v becker #eira becker #dahlia hale #fem v #very surprised dahlia got the dude from the notebook #daryl dixon was in Eiras too though I didnt wanna do a repeat

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mushroomstairs · 2 years

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Do the background characters in provil have official names? (the heroes/villains from the council meetings, pro’s co-worker, etc) :]

I wish I could say they all do, but naming characters is really hard!! sometimes i'll have a backstory/superpower in mind for a character before i have a name!! however, i can shed some light on some of them!!

pro references the names/hero names of the hero's council here! who's that guy in the sweatervest? it's actually a friend of mine's oc (@chickpeamcb's wiley)! he's not a canon hero, just a fun cameo!

many of the villain's council members are actually villain-sona's of my friends, but not these two!

roller roxie is a combination wrestler/roller rink villain, and wolfgirl is.... a werewolf...

vil's other employees are Mia and Sada! Mia handles his hair/makeup, Sada is in charge of organization/booking.

I actually didn't give Pro's coworker a name yet even though we will be seeing them again, so I will give them a name right now!!! their name is... troy....... maybe........... if i don't change it before they're in the comic again.....

thank you for your ask!!

#provil #asks

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bratshaws · 9 months

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through the hourglass 212. brb x oc

a/n: <3.(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“Don’t go.”

Well that was not what either of them expected. Evelyn was giving Beatrice a very unimpressed look with both of her hands on top of her very pregnant stomach, hair in a bun and her outfit consisted of one of Jake’s hoodies and soft pants…and Wiley, who was lying next to her.

Beatrice was with her outside, on the large balcony, with Nicole on her lap while Rooster and Jake talked inside not too far from them. Her husband did hear those words leave their friend’s mouth and tilted his head back to pay more attention, “...don’t…go?”

“Yeah,”Ev replies, “Don’t go to the base.”

“Why?”

She just arched her brow at Bea, shrugging, “Why should you,honestly? Did my dad agree to this?’ and to Evelyn’s surprise…Beatrice nodded, ‘...you are joking.”

"I'm not joking, Ev. Rooster did talk to your dad about it, and he agreed to it," she said gently. "He understands that I want to visit the base, and I won’t be alone! Maverick will be with me.."

Evelyn's eyes narrowed slightly, holding her head up with her fingers against her temple "Are you sure it was my dad? Because he sounds either feverish or like he was replaced.” Evelyn mutters, “I’ll be honest,I know you wanna see how it is, but I gotta say…it’s a bit boring for us civilians.”

Beatrice chuckled, understanding Evelyn's sentiment. "I know it might not be the most exciting experience for civilians, but I'm actually looking forward to it. I want to see where Rooster and the team work! It won’t be that bad."

Evelyn leaned back, relaxing a bit. "Alright, if you're into that sort of thing. Just don’t be disappointed if it's not as thrilling as you imagine. It's a lot of routine and protocols, you know? But hey, if it makes you happy, go for it."

“Really?”

“I mean, honestly I am so used to visiting bases.” she mutters, “I’ve been…waddling around since I was a baby. I did stop a few years back because of the whole drama with my dad…you know.”

“Are you going back to it now?”

Evelyn snorted, “No, but he wants me to bring the little pumpkin over.”

“Ah…”

“What?”

Beatrice’s smile softened, “Maybe he’s mellowed now that he’s going to be a grandpa Ev.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Mellowed? That's a stretch. But maybe he's trying to be more involved, I don't know. I guess being a grandpa has changed his perspective a bit." She rubbed her baby bump thoughtfully. "Who knows? Maybe he'll be a good grandpa."

Beatrice grinned. She could see that Evelyn wanted it too "Well, I hope he takes to it well. And how is Wiley taking it?” she asks, nodding to the orange cat curled up by Evelyn’s side.

Evelyn chuckled, glancing down at Wiley, who was comfortably lounging by her side, purring quietly. "Oh, Wiley? He's taking it in his stride, as always. Cats are a bit more aloof, you know? But I think he's going to be curious about the new arrival when the time comes. Right now, he's just enjoying the attention he gets from us." she pauses, “And some of the baby stuff we have out already.”

"Sounds like he's going to be great,though," Beatrice remarked, her smile warm. "I'm glad he's there with you through all of this. They just seem to know, you know? The dogs back home did…especially Jolene."

“I don’t doubt it.” she says, scratching the cat behind the ears, “Jojo always had a symbiotic relationship with you.”

“Yeah.”

Evelyn’s smile drops for a second, glancing quickly at Rooster and Jake still talking inside and lowering her voice towards Beatrice, “How are you?’ she asks, ‘And how are the twins?”

The brunette gave her friend a small smile, then shrugs, ‘They are okay, at the hospital…we go there almost daily to check on them and give them more milk…they are…big little babies, you know?”

Evelyn nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine how tough that must be, having them at the hospital.” she leans closer to hold her friend’s hand “But they're in good hands. And you're doing everything you can for them."

Beatrice's smile grew more genuine. "Yeah, we're doing our best. It's been a challenging time, but we're taking it one day at a time." she shrugs, “It’s been um…kinda messing with me a bit.”

“Anxiety?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm,I get it.” Evelyn replies, crossing her legs by the ankle as she leans back, “My anxiety has been up these past months.” she explains and Beatrice gives her a confused look, “Oh you know, first time mom things.”

“I know.” Beatrice replies, “I was the same way.”

She was going to say more, but Evelyn inhaled sharply, then cleared her throat, adjusting herself the best way that she could on her seat and Beatrice mirrored it out of habit bringing Nicole closer to her body, “Anyway,” her friend says, waving her hands, “Do you want some tips for when you finally go to the base? Maverick will be with you,yeah?”

She nodded, “ Yeah, he’ll be with me all the time.”

Evelyn nodded, pursing her lips, ‘My dad must love that Pete will be with you…anyway, besides the obvious ‘not going’ which you won’t do, here’s a couple things, one:” she unfurls her finger as she explains it “ the base is usually pretty safe, but you've got to follow the rules to the T. They can be quite strict, but it's for everyone's safety. Two: Listen carefully to any instructions they give you, especially about where you can and can't go, and make sure you have proper identification on you at all times.

Beatrice nodded, absorbing the advice. "Got it. Follow the rules and have my ID handy, I can do that."

"Exactly," Evelyn continued, "And three, if you're going to be around any training exercises or drills, be prepared for some loud noises,but I doubt that Pete will take you there…right?” the sudden pause makes Evelyn clear her throat, because Beatrice could only offer her friend an apologetic shrug followed by her own little smile. “...anyway, it’ll be fine. You’ll be alright.”

“I know. I’ll be okay.” she replies, hugging Nicole to her chest so she could kiss her forehead, “Oh,by the way,I saw Marcus yesterday.” Evelyn turned her head towards Beatrice, “He’s planning a new collection already.”

“Marcus needs to take a break. It’s not going to be good for his brain if he goes on like that.”Evelyn grunts while getting herself comfortable - which meant lying on the bench and sighing in relief once the pressure eased, “But what’s it about?”

“Oh, the Navy. He was very inspired by us and such…and he wants Shells to join and you–”

“Ah,” Evelyn holds up a hand, “The second this baby is out I’m not moving. I don’t know how you do it, honestly, you are a fucking trooper Beatrice.” Evelyn pauses with her eyes wide,turning the irises towards Nicole who just smiled up at her, “Sorry,bad word. I mean you are a trooper,Bea. You do so much and you still are okay.”

Maybe physically,but mentally,Beatrice was still dealing with her own demons. And she didn’t want to tell Evelyn nor Rooster but she did have some bad dreams these past days, they weren’t bad enough to make her wake up but they were…bad. Mostly based on her own guilt and all that.

“Thanks,Ev.” she whispers, giving her friend a small smile, “You’ll be alright, is he moving a lot?” cue to her friend wincing - the subtle clench of her jaw made Beatrice huff softly, “Yeah,Nikki was like that a bit too, the twins not so much–”

They were out before they could do that,stupid.

And that cut her words immediately, her eyes turned to the side and she hoped Evelyn hadn’t noticed it…but of course she did.

Evelyn noticed the change in Beatrice's demeanor, the sudden interruption in her words, and the distant look in her eyes. She understood that this topic hit a sensitive spot, but she was also keenly aware that Beatrice might not want to talk about it further. Evelyn had known Beatrice for a long time, and she respected her friend's boundaries.

She gently reached out and placed a hand on Beatrice's arm, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Hey, it's okay," she said softly, her voice full of empathy. "You've been through a lot, Bea. The fact that you're handling it as well as you are is a testament to your strength. And you have Rooster and all of us supporting you."

Beatrice gave a small nod, her smile returning, though it still held a tinge of sadness. "Thanks, Ev. You're right, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” she whispers, “Really.”

Inside, both men were looking at the interaction while sharing some beers. It was one of the few days Rooster allowed himself to drink because it was their final day before going back to work and he needed it. These past weeks were rough, they will keep being rough until the twins are officially safe to come home with them.

Jake sips the beer he’s holding and keeps it in his mouth for a few seconds, “How long until they can come home?”

Rooster sighs,leaning back on the soft couch, chewing the inside of his cheek, “Four months and a few weeks, they were born super early. They want to make sure they’ll be okay…but they did say that,for premature babies, they are going well.”

Jake took another thoughtful sip of his beer, processing the weight of Rooster's words. "Four months and a few weeks... That's a long time, man.” Rooster gives him a heavy nod, before chugging more of his beer. “But hey, you and Bea, you've faced tough situations before, and you've come out strong. You'll get through this too."

Rooster chuckled quietly, rubbing his forehead with the back of his thumb before sighing.

"Yeah, it's tough, no doubt about it. But we're doing everything we can. It's just... It's hard to see them there, not with us at home.And I know it’s been eating Bea from the inside. I know it has.” he pauses, “She blames herself for it.”

“It’s not her fault.”

“It’s not, but she doesn’t believe that.” he looks back to where Beatrice is, holding Nicole and smiling to whatever it was that Evelyn was saying, “...she’s a great mom,Jake.” he whispers, “She’s great. She shouldn’t feel that much because of something out of her control.”

Jake put a reassuring hand on Rooster's shoulder. "I know, man. I know…you know you can tell us if you need help right? We can stay with Nikki for a bit if you two need a break.” he offers, genuinely, giving Rooster a smile, “We don’t stay with her enough.”

Rooster's gratitude was evident in his tired eyes as he looked at Jake, "Thanks, Jake. That really means a lot. I’ll let Bea know, she’ll be happy to hear that.” he says, sighing heavily and then rubbing his eyes, “But it’s been good, we can’t complain that much besides the usual worry.”

“I get it.”

As he took another sip of his beer, he continued, "And I appreciate the offer to stay with Nikki, by the way. I have a feeling Beatrice will be…hesitant because of Evelyn’s pregnancy,but I will tell her about it.” he pauses, “Speaking of which, how is it going so far? How is it treating the two of you?”

Hangman pursed his lips, holding the beer bottle millimeters from his mouth, “...well…it’s been going well. Ev has been doing great…we also decided to schedule the wedding after the baby is born. Better that way.”

“And how is Cyclone dealing with,” Rooster does a circle with his bottle in the air, “All this?”

The mention, the very mention of Evelyn’s father appeared to drain all color from Jake’s face and his blue eyes even appeared gray instead. Rooster just blinked, because his friend was taking a while to reply, ‘...Jake?”

"Sorry, man," Jake finally replied, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation followed by laughter. "It's... well, it's complicated. Cyclone- Beau has been trying to step in as a grandfather and Ev is…alright, but he’s also our superior and,” he inhales, “It’s weird. How would you feel if Bea’s dad was a vice-admiral?”

The image of Rafael as someone like that somehow didn’t seem too far fetched, only that his father in law was much calmer than Cyclone ever was. “I’d be kinda freaked out but her dad is pretty chill, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Lucky.”

It was still funny to see how much Jake appeared uncomfortable by Cyclone,hell he’d be uncomfortable by Cyclone if he was Beatrice’s father, but at least he hasn’t tried anything to separate the two. “Also,” Rooster begins, “Bea is going to the base.”

Jake flicked his worried eyes at Rooster, the worry melting only to be replaced with confusion, “Wait,really?” the other pilot nods, “Was that why you talked to Cyclone a few days back?” Rooster tossed his arms up in exasperation, rolling his eyes as if to ask how the hell did he know, “...Nat saw it and told Javy, who then told me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rooster mutters, “You are all relentless. but at least they cared. Rooster looked back to check if Beatrice was still talking to Evelyn and then turned to face Hangman again, “Listen,” he begins, pointing at him with the index finger from the hand still holding the bottle, “Bea is going there and she’ll stay with Pete, he promised me to take care of her but I swear if you or any of you see anything out of the ordinary, I need you guys to tell me.”

Jake looked back at Bea, slowly bringing the bottle to his lips, “Does she know about that?”

“What?No.”

“I mean,” the blonde man shrugs, “I’m just sayin’ that maybe she wouldn’t like having another baby sitter or several baby sitters while she’s at the base,” and he tilts his head to give Rooster a look, “Because she’s grown.”

“My problem isn’t Bea.” he reassures his friend, pressing his elbows on his thighs,”Mav is amazing and I adore him but we all know how crazy he can be.” he explains, opening his hands to show emphasis on his explanation, “And Bea…Bea went through a lot, I don’t want her to get overwhelmed.”

Even though he and Bea did illegally enter the base when they were dating. But that was then.

Jake hummed, not really believing him, but chose to drink instead of replying. Rooster frowned, moving his hand as he continues, ‘She’s just going to be there for a little bit, just enough to…walk around with Mav.”

“Aren’t you going to be instructing some of the new recruits?”

“Yeah.”

His friend arches his brows higher, “Are you going to stay in there and not check on Bea every time?”

Rooster paused, his mouth opening then closing because honestly…maybe he considered it. Maybe he did. Maybe he could sneak away quickly and then come back before anyone noticed he was gone.

Jake couldn't help but chuckle at Rooster's struggle to come up with an answer. He knew exactly how protective Rooster was of Beatrice, and the thought of being away from her, even for a short time, clearly made him uneasy. "Yeah, man, I get it," Jake finally said, giving Rooster a knowing look. "But,don’t worry,if I see anything out of the ordinary I’ll let you know. She’s going to be okay though, she’ll be with Mav.”

He sighed, leaning back on his seat with his hands between his thighs, looking back to where Beatrice was, “...I just want her to have a moment to breathe,” he confessed, “It’s not…how I wanted it to happen but she seemed to be happy about it. She is happy about it.”

“She likes us,” Jake’s ego finally appeared and Rooster rolled his eyes, “Can we blame her?”

Bradley huffed, giving Beatrice one final look before smiling sweetly, ‘She’s just that sweet,I guess.”

“Jesus, the heart eyes are still there.”

Bradley’s brow flicked with complete amusement, “They never left,” he says, “I love my wife. Don’t play as if you don’t do the same to Ev, cause we both know you do.” and he wasn’t ashamed of showing how much he adored Bea.

He knew it was going to be fine.

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