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✎ God of Stories!Loki Laufeyson & Gen-Z reader!

☆ SFW drabbles- first meeting! ☆

-> Content Warning + Notes: loki is god of stories in this!! gender neutral, non-specified identity reader, fluff, slight flirting? kinda. i love him sm (T-T)

-> TW: none.

W/C: 1.4k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: AHH, here's the post, oh god. based off of THIS ASK !!! i'd like to preface by saying yes, this will be a bit ooc for him. This is MCU, Loki Series!Loki, who is the God of Stories! I'd like to hope that he still stays mischevious still, so I tried to keep a bit of both personalities!! Also added some backstory for context !!

Uni was hard. Your lectures were hitting that stage where content was 'less fun' and more soul-suckingly 'boring'. Your latest assignment had thrown a spanner in the works of your mental sanity, and you were a few more minor inconveniences away from committing some sort of crime.

Kidding. Kinda.

What you hadn't expected was to be blitzed into some sort of gap in space and time after your friend begged you to come assist them with some help on their Physics experiment. "Science is fun", they said. "Helping your friends is the kind thing to do", they said.

Not when their janky little machine blasts you into a pocket that seemed to avoid space and time completely.

The Avengers had solved everything. Thanos was dead, the snap was unsnapped, this shouldn't be happening anymore... right? You were terrified, clutching your bag like a safety blanket as you stood on some invisible force, watching the space around you seem to shift between an endless loop of different colours and morph- the glittery mass swirling like liquid stars- or like a bad trip.

"What the fuck..." You whisper, prepared to scream, cry, throw up or lie down and die. Probably all in some order.

"You, there. How did you find this place?"

A voice that seemed to come from all corners of wherever you were, and also nowhere at once, sounded out. You flinched, whipping around again to find a strange handsome man sitting on some strange tree-like throne, wielding greenish vines that seemed to appear around you, branching out everywhere and whatnot.

"Are you speaking to... me?" You point feebly at yourself, amazed you're still conscious at this point.

"No, I'm referring to the nothingness of space and time. Yes, I mean you, mortal. Who are you, and how did you enter this place?"

His green eyes bore into yours, and bile rose in your throat. His tone made you falter, like a deer in headlights as your brain conveniently decided to shut down and restart. He couldn't be real. Why was he here?

"Oh my God... you're-" Your revelation seemed to amuse him as his eyes crinkled knowingly, the corners of his lips twitching up.

"Yes, little one. Loki, formerly the God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard. Now, I appear before you as the God of Stories."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

꩜ Telling him about your world! :

After you both get over the fact that you both are coexisting somehow- Loki is still partially convinced you're part of something called the T.V.A or whatever- you end up sitting down on one of the roots of the tree, blinking up at him like he was some immaculate, divine figure. He so totally is. You figure the best thing to do is wait for your friend to undo what they did, so you end up telling him about your world. He's familiar with Thanos, and the timeline of his so called 'death'. He asks about his brother, and you watch him with a deep sympathy that feels almost useless. It's quiet for a long time, before you offer to show him a picture.

"Would wi-fi even work here?"

"Doesn't your device contain it already?"

You blink up at him, supressing a pained sigh.

"... Are you kidding, or... ?"

He, with a dry hum of amusement, nods for you to unlock your phone, and strangely enough it works. You want to ask how? but his look tells you that it would probably hurt your brain. So you relent, and show him pictures of his brother most recently from social media news pages.

"Everyone is kinda... gone now. I mean- ever since Ironman..." You trailed off, and he nodded, his gaze softening slightly as he beheld his brother. You felt almost awkward, wanting to give him a moment to process this before-

"He looks fat."

"Jesus-"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

♫ Telling Loki about music, and educating him on artists:

You take it upon yourself to show this man music, after you had shown him the internet of your world, catching him up to date with all the important news and such. You made it a very good point not to scroll too far down in case he noticed something titled 'HEADCANNONS, DRABBLES AND WET DREAMS I HAVE ABOUT THE SEXY, MISCHEVIOUS LOKI LAUFEYSON-', instead questioning him on his music and artist knowledge. Sylvie had introduced him to what you both recognised as 70's and 80's hits, and you sent a silent thanks to whoever 'Sylvie' was. But you decided to catch him up on some of your personal faves- Mitski- neither of you spoke for a bit after he accidentally pressed 'Class of 2013', Mac De Marco, Lana and most importantly:

"Laufey. She's Icelandic and Chinese- and it's pronounced LAY-VAY. Like, Laufey. I just thought it was funny, cause... Loki Laufeyson, and Lau-"

He's already ogling you like a three eyed, two head sprouting, bat-winged monstrosity, but as soon as he hears the name, he shakes his head with an irritated grunt,

"There is no relation, nor will there ever be a relation. I am the God of Stories. I hold multiversal timelines between my fingers- I am seated at the throne of destiny. And you're asking me about some mortal like I'm supposed to... care?"

"Um. Okay." You smacked your lips together, cocking your head to the side with a hand on your chest as you search internally to find the words for a response without losing your life to a multiversal deity.

"So... I don't like that tone, first of all. Second of all, I just want you to listen- Just listen to her-"

Don't you notice how

I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Me and you, an awkward silence.

Don't you dare look at me that way-

You fed him her melodic song, your eyebrows raised in disbelief that he would be so dismissive after you brought out the big guns, and he listened to it, feeling oddly stimulated from this entire encounter. He was handsome, of course. But more handsome when he was quiet, when you could see his brain shifting and while you could see the way his eyes flit around in microscopic shifts, processing the sounds as they progressed.

Soon it finished, and he watched you, glancing down at the small phone, before glancing at you again, trying to find a response that didn't make him seem like some desperate lonely hermit.

"She isn't bad, for a Laufey anyway."

"Dude-"

"God."

"God-"

...

"How would I obtain this to have? Just... playing idly."

The smile that split your face was almost creepy with how wide it was, and he had to squint, looking away from the radiance and delight you emit.

"She's got more if you wanna listen."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

✮ Showing Loki diverse ways to compliment each other! aka. sending him into cardiac arrest: (one suggestive line!)

People die, and habits die harder. But nothing could remove the pride and preening personality this God has. He wasn't an idiot. He had noticed some of the 'links' and images and strange looking messages regarding his name and face that were almost cleverly hidden on the page you showed him, and he relaxed knowing that people still worshipped him in other timelines. As they should. But nothing could prepare him for his first edit.

"What does that say- No, no don't show me, I just want to make sure you understand what that means."

Have you ever wanted to make a God go absolutely insane because of you? Well you'd be in luck. The wrinkle that creased his smooth forehead was not small by any means, neither is something else he carries, and he had to take a moment to process what he had just heard you say.

"It's a term of- it's a phrase of... endearment!"

"'We're going at it until Ragnarok happens?'" He echoed, voice almost hitching as he tried to maintain control of his facial expressions. How much time had passed? A few seconds? A few days? He was starting to wonder how much more of you he could take. We'll get into that again, later.

"'Till I remember the veins and twitch patterns?!'"

"Okay well, you didn't need to read that one-"

He scanned the comments again, the screen hurting his eyes- and his heart, but he did it anyway. Deep, deep down- in a small, lonely part that wished he wasn't stuck on a throne of Yggdrasil, he felt something of amusement. A peacock showing off his feathers.

A small, impish smiled curled on his lips as he sat back in his throne, exhaling slowly, thinking. Calculating. Watching the way your eyes greedily absorbed the sparse clips of him in New York and Germany.

"So... one billion people enjoy me saying 'kneel'?"

"Oh, don't start-"

"I'm simply thinking, mortal. Don't fret your pretty little head over it."

...

"You think it's pretty?"

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: @jaguarthecat i finally published. i kept coming back to your ask, and i realised i might as well put something out there cause like, might randomly die tomorrow so why shy from it.

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masivechaos · 1 year

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hi ! congrats on 500 ! totally deserved <33

could i please get 🪐i'll try everything once - send me a song and a character -> i’ll write a short drabble! (~300 words)! for sirius black and the song r u mine ? or knee socks by arctic monkeys.

or for charlie dalton and the song budapest or hold my girl by george erza ?

Are you mine? ✧˖*°࿐ sirius black x fem! reader

Warning/content: mentions of parties and being drunk, kissing, a lil suggestive if you squint real hard, quick proofreading cuz i'm lazy, my English (put only one pic for blurbs bc i'm lazy)

w/c: 0.5k

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Music was blasting so loud but that wasn't what your ears cared about. All you could focus on was Sirius’ voice, the words brushing his pretty pink lips. Lips you once kissed, at a party like this one. You hoped you could kiss him more, but you were his best friend. And he was a player.

You weren’t the first girl he kissed drunk but probably the only one he didn’t lead to his bedroom after. You didn’t know what it meant, you hoped he contained himself because he cared about you and not wanted you to think you were just a one-night thing.

Something was signalling you you were right, he had fewer and fewer night partners as you grew closer. You still needed to figure it out further but you didn’t have to worry about it right now.

Because right now, Sirius was so so close to you and you needed a lot of self-control to stop yourself from closing the gap between both your mouths. You wondered if Sirius knew how beautiful he was. Sure, he knew he was handsome but beautiful? Probably not but you hoped he would one day.

“How can you be so pretty?” Sirius whispered, his lips against your ear and it made you shiver more than it should.

On his side, Sirius was actually terrified. What a shitty situation was to be in love with his best friend. And as he looked down at you, taking notes you wore the stars earrings he loved so much, he could only remember the way your lips felt on his. He missed and craved the feeling.

He ignored from where came the confident all of a sudden but he welcomed it with pleasure. Normally he would be flirty but not so honest, he would try to charm you as a joke (because best friends flirt with each other ironically, right?) but this time he just wanted you to know how endearing you looked to him. And he didn’t even drink as much as he did usually, and neither did you.

Everything around the both of you slowed down when he pronounced these words, nothing was existing anymore. Sirius couldn’t describe the sensation, he wanted you more than anything but he was scared you only saw him as a player and didn’t want anything serious with him. And if only you could know how much he loved you, he missed you anywhere and anytime. At least, as your closest friend, it was so easy to follow you around everywhere.

But before he could do anything, you leaned in, your hand cupping his cheek, tilting his head down. Your lips reached for his, and he let himself get lost in the kiss, his hands quickly around your waist. Kissing you sober was maybe one of the best things that happened to him. The warm sensation in his stomach, the heat creeping up his cheeks.

You pulled away for air with a smile, in front of you Sirius, as happy as you were. His forehead fell against yours, and even with all the euphoria from the previous kiss, one question burned his lips.

“Are you mine?” he whispered

Your smile widened, and you touched your nose with his before pulling him into a second kiss. This one was quicker, you needed to answer.

“I’m yours”

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layce2015 · 1 year

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Devil's Trap

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"They’ve got Dad." Dean growls once he hangs up. "Meg?" Sam and I asked and Dean just nods. "What’d she say?" Sam asked him. "I just told you, Sammy." Dean said, clearly upset. "Okay. Okay." He mutters as he takes the Colt and tucks it into the back of his jeans.

"What are you doing, Dean?" I asked him, concerned, as he grabs his duffel bag. "We got to go." He said. "Why?" Sam asked him. "Because the demon knows we’re in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It’s got Dad – it’s probably coming for us next." Dean said as he puts on his jacket. "Good. We’ve still got three bullets left. Let it come." Sam said to him.

"Listen, tough guy, we’re not ready, okay? We don’t know how many of them are out there. Now, we’re no good to anybody dead. We’re leaving....now!" Dean yells and we gather up our stuff and load up and head out.

"I’m telling you, guys, we could have taken him." Sam said to us as we roared down the road. "What we need is a plan. Now, they’re probably keeping John alive, we just gotta figure out where. They’re gonna wanna trade him for the gun." I said and Sam just shakes his head. Dean and I glance over at him.

"What?" We asked. "Guys, if that were true, why didn’t Meg mention a trade?" Sam asked and he starts to get upset. "Dad, he might be...."

"Don’t!" Dean yells over him, quickly. "Look, I don’t want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job." said Sam. "Screw the job, Sam!" Dean growls.

"Dean, I’m just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going." Sam said. "Quit talking about him like he’s dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." Dean said, angrily, and it goes quiet before I speak up.

"So how do we find him?" I asked. "Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." Dean said and Sam scoffs. "Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?" He asked him. "You’re right. We need help." Dean said and we drive off into the night.

The next morning, Dean drives up to a familiar junkyard, which was full of junk cars and hubcaps nailed to the side of the house. A large dog is chained to a post and is lying on the hood of an old tow truck. This was the home of a man named Bobby Singer.

Bobby is an old friend of my dad's and John’s, but from what my dad told me; Bobby and John had not parted on good terms the last time they saw each other. My poor dad always seemed to be the peacemaker everytime he was with John as John always seemed to be fighting with a colleague.

We enter inside to see it’s untidy and cluttered with papers on every wall and books stacked everywhere. Bobby picks up two round silver flasks with crosses on them and hands one to Dean. Sam and I were sitting at a cluttered desk, reading a very large book.

"Here you go." Bobby said to Dean. "What is this – holy water?" Dean asked him. "That one is." Bobby said then he holds out the other flask. "This is whiskey." He said and he takes a swig of whiskey and hands it to Dean, who also drinks.

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure we should come." Dean said and Bobby waves vaguely at him. "Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help." Bobby said. "Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything." Dean said to him and Bobby shrugs.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby said. "Yeah, I guess he does." Dean said. "Just glad that (father's name) was there to calm everything down or your dad wouldn't be around." Bobby said and I shake my head. "But...None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." He said as Sam looks up at him.

"Bobby, this book....I’ve never seen anything like it." Sam said and Bobby comes over to Sam and sits on the corner of the desk. "Key of Solomon? It’s the real deal, alright." He said. "And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" Sam asked him. "Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they’re trapped. Powerless. It’s like a Satanic roach motel." Bobby said and Sam chuckles.

"Man, knows his stuff." I said, smiling, as I pat Bobby's shoulder. "I’ll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you three have stepped in." Bobby said to us. "Oh, yeah? How’s that?" I asked him. "Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Bobby said.

"Yeah?" Dean said.

"This year, I hear of 27 so far. You get what I’m saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more." Bobby said and we give him a shock look.

"Do you know why?" Sam asked him. "No, but I know it’s something big. The storm’s coming, and you boys, your Daddy and (y/n)– you are smack in the middle of it." Bobby said when, suddenly, his dog starts barking outside.

"Rumsfeld." Bobby mutters and he goes over to the window just as the dog stops barking with a whine. "Something’s wrong." Bobby said to us when the door bursts open.

We turn around and see that Meg had kicked the door in and she saunters in. Dean slips the holy water flask out of his pocket. "No more crap, okay?" She said, firmly. Dean comes at her, unscrewing the flask, but Meg hits him and sends him flying into a stack of books. I gasped, quietly, just as Sam steps in front of Bobby and I stand next to him, placing ourselves between Bobby and Meg.

"I want the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now." Meg growled as Sam, Bobby and I slowly move across the room and Meg follows us.

"We don’t have it on us. We buried it." Sam tells her but that seems to anger her even more. "Didn’t I say no more crap? I swear – after everything I heard about you, Winchesters, and even your friend there. I got to tell you, I’m a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn’t find you?" She asked us and Dean comes up behind her

"Actually, we were counting on it." Dean said and Meg turns to look at him. Dean stares at her and then looks up at the ceiling. Meg also looks up and sees the large protective symbol etched up there. "Gotcha." Dean said with a smirk.

Later, Meg was tied to a chair in the middle of the floor and the boys and I watch her. "You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg said as Bobby comes in with a very large canister of salt. "I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain’t getting in." He said

Dean nods and stands up, then moves around Bobby, Sam and I to stand in front of Meg. "Where’s our father, Meg?" He asked her on a rough voice. "You didn’t ask very nice." Meg said with a smirk. "Where’s our father, bitch?" Dean asked, firmly, and her smile falters. "Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t." She sneered.

Dean lunges at her, putting his hands on the chair arms. "You think this is a frigging game? Where is he?! What did you do to him?" Dean yells at her, angrily. "He died screaming. I killed him myself." Meg said. Dean just looks at her with hate, then hits her across the face. She raises her head and looks up at him. "That’s kind of a turn on – you hitting a girl." She said, a smile playing on her lips. "You’re no girl." Dean spat back at her.

"Dean." Bobby said as he gestures for Dean to follow him into the other room. Dean follows and Sam and I move up to him. "You okay?" Sam asked Dean, worriedly. "She’s lying. He’s not dead." Dean yells.

"Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don’t hurt her." Bobby said to him. "Why?" Dean asked. "Because she really is a girl, that’s why." Bobby said.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him. "She’s possessed. That’s a human possessed by a demon. Can’t you tell?" Bobby said as the boys stare at him while I mentally slap myself.

My dad told me that at one point in my life but sometimes your forget that when you fight the demons and when they cause you or anybody harm.

"Are you trying to tell me there’s an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asked Bobby. Bobby just nods and Dean looks at Meg, who is staring back at him. "That’s actually good news." He said.

Later, Sam starts looking through a book for an exorcism ritual. Then he looks at Dean and I before we move over to Meg. "Are you gonna read me a story?" She asked us. "Something like that." Dean said then he turns to Sam. "Hit it, Sam." He said and Sam looks down at the book. "Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino......."

"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg asked as she looks at us while Sam continues reading in latin. "Oh we’re going for it, honey – head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." I said to her. As Sam continues to read Meg starts to flinch in pain. Sam looks at me and Dean while Meg looks over her shoulder at Sam. "I’m gonna to kill you." She said then she looks at me. "I'm gonna skin you alive." She growls then she looks at Dean. "I’m gonna rip the bones from your body." She said.

"No, you’re gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is." Dean said but Meg just smiles at him. "Well, at least you’ll get a nice tan." He said then he glances up at Sam. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica...."

Meg shakes and jerks in pain as Sam reads the exorcism ritual. Then she finally gasps in pain and Sam stops. "He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That’s when I slit his throat." She spat then Sam starts reading again and Dean leans down to her.

"For your sake, I hope you’re lying. Cause if it’s true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!" Dean threatens as Sam continues to read. Then the wind starts to blow through the room but Sam continued on and Meg starts to show signs of being in pain again.

"Where is he?" Dean asked her, angrily. "You just won’t take dead for an answer, will you?" Meg asked. "Where is he?!" Dean yells. "Dead!" Meg shouts at him. "No, he’s not! He’s not dead! He can’t be!" Dean said, upset and angry. Sam and I look at him with concern.

"What are you looking at? Keep reading." Dean growls at Sam and he goes back to reading while I continue to look at Dean. "(Y/n), stop." He said to me and I look down at the ground for a moment. The way Dean was acting, it was worrying me but it was also scaring me.

"Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Sam reads and the chair starts to slide around the circle. "Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi...."

"He will be!" Meg screams then Dean jumps up at this. "Wait! What?!" He asked her. "He’s not dead. But he will be after what we do to him." She replied.

"How do we know you’re telling the truth?" I asked her, firmly. "You don’t." Meg said then Dean turns to Sam. "Sam!" He said, in a loud voice, but before Sam could continue to read Meg screams. "A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City."

"Missouri? Where, where? An address!" Dean said, angrily. "I don’t know." Meg shouts back at him. "And the demon – the one we’re looking for - where is it?" Sam asked her. "I don’t know! I swear! That’s everything. That’s all I know." Meg replied and we stare at her for a moment before Dean turns back to Sam.

"Finish it." He said and Meg looks up at him, confused. "What? I told you the truth!" She shouts at him, frantically. "I don’t care." growls Dean. "You son of a bitch, you promised." She said and Dean leans down to her. "I lied!! Sam?" Dean said but Sam doesn’t say anything then Dean looks at him.

"Sam! Read." Dean said and I walk up to him. "Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is." I said to Dean, quietly. "She doesn’t know." Dean said. "She lied." Sam said and Dean glares at us. "Guys, there’s an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We’ve go to help her." Dean said then Bobby comes up to us.

"You’re gonna kill her." He said and Dean turns to him. "What?" He asked. "He's right, Dean. She fell from a building. Her body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it – that girl is going to die." I said to him.

"Listen to me, all three of you, we are not gonna leave her like that." Dean said to us, firmly. "She is a human being." Bobby growls. "And we’re gonna put her out of her misery. Sam, finish it." Dean said. Sam looks at his brother then at me and Bobby, not sure what to do. Then he looks over at Meg.

"Finish it." Dean orders. Sam takes a breath and keeps going. "Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri...." Sam reads and Meg throws her head back and screams. The demon leaves through her mouth in a black cloud and spreads out in the protective circle in the ceiling before disappearing.

Meg leans forward and blood starts to drip from her mouth. The men and I stand there looking at her, not really sure it’s over. Meg slowly lifts her head. "She’s still alive." Dean said then he turns to Bobby. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets." He orders and Bobby rushes off. Dean and Sam untie Meg.

"Thank you." Meg whispers, weakly. "Shh, shh. Just take it easy, alright?" I said to her, soothingly. "Come on. Let’s get her down." Dean said as they lift Meg from the chair and we heard the sound of bones crunching. Meg screams in pain and I come over to help and we lower her to the floor. "Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It’s okay. It’s okay." Sam and I said to her.

"A year." Meg said in a strained voice. "What?" I asked her. "It’s been a year." She said, a little louder. "Shh, just take it easy." Sam said to her. "I’ve been awake for some of it. I couldn’t move my own body. The things I did – it’s a nightmare." She explains, tears falling down her face.

"Was it telling us the truth about our Dad?" Dean asked and I look at him. "Dean." I said in a warning tone. "We need to know." Dean said to me as he glares at me then back to Meg. "Yes. But it wants...you to know...that...they want you to come for him." Meg replied. "If Dad’s still alive, none of that matters." Dean replied.

Bobby comes in with a blanket and a glass of water. He hands the glass to Dean while Sam and I cover her. Dean holds her head up so she can drink. "Where is the demon we’re looking for?" I asked her. "Not there. Other ones. Awful ones." She replied.

"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean asked. "By the river. Sunrise." Meg replied. "Sunrise. What does that mean? What does that mean?" Dean asked her, confused, but Meg let's out her last breath and dies.

"You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here." Bobby said to us sometime later. "What are you gonna tell them?" I asked him. "You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I’ll figure something out." He said then he hands the Key of Solomon book to Sam.

"Here take this. You might need it." Bobby said and Sam smiles. "Thanks." Sam said. "Thanks... for everything. Be careful, alright?" Dean said and Bobby nods at us. "You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won’t even try to shoot him this time." Bobby said and I chuckle at this before the boys and I leave.

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mr-miss-anonymous · 4 months

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What if it had been First Aid instead of Ambulon, right?

Super original idea, I know, but hear me out, it’s a good topic. Here’s some bullet points to chomp on:

• Believe me, I do think Aid would’ve also died, but I don’t think he would’ve died in the same way. I see Pharma cutting him in half (NOT lengthwise dear lord), panicking when he realizes Ratchet has absolutely no trouble piecing him together and is coming for Pharma next, cuts things short and takes off with First Aid, who… well, he’s sort of fixed. Not quite though.

• Cue this awful cat-and-mouse game. Pharma’s off his fucking rocker, Ambulon just wants his boyfriend fellow medic back, Ratchet just wants things to come to an end already come on Pharma, and First Aid? Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.

• When things finally come to an end, it’s a sort of last-minute thought. A sort of “oh yeah, right! Here’s your reward 🙃” sort of thought. Pharma lives—there’s no one to kill him anymore. When he’s being taken away to be judged by the highest council (and likely be sentenced to death or something who knows), everything is fine and dandy, but suddenly Ambulon is like “wait, WAIT. Where’s First Aid?”

• I can’t quite explain the look Pharma would wear better than the panels before First Aid blasts his head off. He’d probably have to think about it for a second, First Aid? Hm… First Aid… oh, yes, right! With all the chaos and madness, he just about forgot about the poor guy! First Aid’s back at Delphi, for, uh… who knows what reason. Out of the way, really. Primus bless!

• First Aid is, in fact, at Delphi, just as Pharma said. It’s a very, very sad sight, and Ambulon almost wishes he hadn’t stepped through that door. Curled up in the fetal position with a frame grayer than the dead patients they buried months before and covered in a pool of long-dried energon that coats his frame, the berth, the floor, it isn’t clear whether First Aid died due to wounds that weren’t properly treated, a lack of fuel, or the deadly Messatine weather. The repairs are clear where Pharma melded his two halves back together, but apparently he hadn’t cared enough to actually finish the job. One way or another, First Aid died a slow, painful, lonely death.

• Unlike First Aid, Ambulon ends up processing things a little differently. Where First Aid’s reactions were PANIC, then NUMBNESS, then ANGER and RAGE, then ANGUISH, Ambulon is just… sort of hollow. He doesn’t really know how to feel about it. Everywhere he goes, though, he sees him. He sees First Aid in the way the newest medic, Velocity, puts her compassion and willingness to learn to good use. He sees First Aid in the small smiles of passing mechs and the kind little things that go unnoticed by most. He sees First Aid in the empty space of their once shared room, because of course they ended up sharing a room amongst the entire ship.

• Unlike First Aid, Ambulon doesn’t blame himself. He doesn’t blame himself, no, but he wonders more often than not what would’ve happened had the roles been reversed. Maybe, if he had been the one to die under blade, maybe if he had been the final victim of Pharma’s psychotic spiral, maybe… maybe maybe maybe…

• There’s no use in contemplating the past and obsessing over what-ifs. But boy, does he try anyway.

#transformers #love this what-if and had to share my own thoughts #going to bed now I’ve got an early shift and I’m soooo sleepy #but anyway. enjoy?#first aid #ambulon #pharma #delphi headcanons

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starfish-sonnyangel · 6 months

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AURORA CYCLE CAMP AU i couldn't stop thinking abt this there's so much potential here

BASICALLY there are 4 cabins, each with a pair of counselors.

Auri/Scar (girls cabin)

Fin/Kal (boys cabin)

Ty/Nari (boys cabin, poor Nari)

Zila/Saedii (girls cabin)

Auri

she used to go to the camp when she was younger so she’s like a senior here

friends with everyone

leads the nature hikes

even tho she’s been going to the camp for 10+ years is incapable of making a friendship bracelet more complicated than a fishtail (she’s tried)

head chef!

one night she got really sick and couldn’t cook so fin took over, the result closely resembled a bowl of vomit. everyone ate smores for dinner that night.

her and scar are actually a great pair, they balance each other out and probably get along better than any of the other counselor pairs do

Scar

avoides her duties at all costs

just makes friendship bracelets and gossips about the other cabins

gives the campers relationship advice but they’re all like, eleven

“girl taking your pen!!! the sparkly one too?? i’m getting major red flags, that's such an ick. you need to dump him next recess.”

everyones fav counselor 1000%

surprisingly good at pep talks

always the one that gets called in when there’s camper conflicts

blasts britney spears in the mess hall (speaker is consequently confiscated by tyler)

Kal

came for the service hours, stayed for the found family

surprisingly very responsible and into nature

always the one who gathers the wood for the campfire each night

helps in the kitchen most nights (he maintains that it’s to spend as little time with finn as as possible orrr is it because auri is head chef cough cough)

no one knows anything about him. like anything. where he’s from? what his last name is? how old he is? if he has family? zilch.

has to enforce 98% of the rules bc fin couldn't care less abt disciplining the campers

very passionate about algae??? no one has any idea where that came from

could and would fight off a bear

takes the spiders that get into the cabin back outside in a little cup (while fin is curled up on his bunk screaming)

scar drags him into making friendhsip bracelets with him

has a black nalgene with like 5 half finished bracelets hanging off it that he takes everywhere with him

definitely doesn't make auri bracelets idk why you would think that

Fin

imagine how chaotic he was in the series, times 100

pushes everyone in on lake days and then whines when the campers push him in

“fin, what’s this type of plant called?” “girl . . . a leaf prolly idk”

tries to sneak his nintendo switch onto the camp (it gets confiscated by a very disappointed tyler)

goes over to the girls cabins a bittt too often to flirt with scar (and annoy auri)

called the top bunk as SOON as he got in that cabin

allergic to everything under the sun so the forest scare the shit out of him (the other counselors have yet to figure out why exactly he signed up for a camp . . in the forest)

CANNOT swim and is terrifiyed of the lake on the campgrounds

again no one knows how tf he got hired

scar's theory is the camp had him signed up as a camper and the system fudged the lists up

Zila

so quiet she blends into the forest on accident

once fin was walking down a trail with rations, zila was just off the trail trying to get a goldenrod sample and started talking to him all of a sudden, not realizing she was completely obscured by a tree to his POV. cue the ration packs flying everywhere and fin running back up the trail screaming

once sat on a log for three. hours. motionless, just watching a stream

goes on very mysterious “nature walks” where no one hears a single thing for her for hours and hours

can identify ever bird call

knows every plant, it’s scientific name, if it’s invasive or native, etc etc

100% wakes nari up to see the stars during a meteor shower (in a very platonic way ofc ofc)

has a first aid kit on her at all times

Tyler

Ty 🤝 Nari

running that cabin like a boot camp

no bc you will never be able to convince me that their dynamic wouldn’t have been peak

if everyone didn’t have a crush on him, he’d be the counselor everyone complained abt

scar still complains abt him tho (as her sisterly duties require)

actually a boy scout so this is his natural habitat

lovesss ordering people around its like his favorite thing

really demanding but he is also never seen not working on smth so you can’t really get mad at him for it

always starts campfire nights off with some Sun Tzu quote or a #motivational speech

has a trophy shelf in his bunk but its just all the things he's confiscated (the speaker and switch being some of said objects)

Saedii

do what she says. thats it.

is actually pretty chill if you follow the rules, do your chores, don’t get into fights etc.

with that being said, once you screw up, it’s over

shes like a crow she just remembers bro

can remember every camper shes ever had, what the looked like, acted like, every time they messed up etc.

just don’t mess with her

is prepared for every possible situation

bear attack? dw, she’s got a gun. tsunami? she’s trained. wildfire? she’s a volunteer firefighter back home.

doesn't outright say she and kal are related but doesn't not confirm it either

bonded with tyler over their extensive shared knowledge of the camp's allowed procedures in the case of an intruder on the campgrounds

#aurora cycle #aurora's end #kal gilwraeth #scarlett jones #aurora jie-lin omalley #fin de seel #tyler jones #nari kim #zila madran #saedii gilwraeth

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pumpkinpie59 · 2 years

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What musicals the 2012 cast would love most

This was in part inspired by @fabuloustrash05 ‘s post about her Renet headcanons, where she mentioned that Renet likes historical musicals. You can find it here.

Anyway, since I am a theatre performer myself, I decided to associate some musicals with the rest of the TMNT cast. Enjoy ^^

Leonardo

“When I drive

When I drive

I'm in love, I'm alive

And I forget about everything I hate

When I drive

I can read 65

I won't pay the long, long line

They'll always be behind

And man that just feels great”

If you were to ask him, he’d claim his favorite is Singin’ in the Rain (which I’ve been in btw). It’s funny and a total blast to watch (though ... the movie is better than the stage show). But in reality, his favorite is Bonnie and Clyde. You cannot convince me otherwise.

Raphael

“Always you, every thought I'll ever know

Everywhere I go, you'll be

All the world is only

You and me!”

Like Leo, he also doesn’t tell the truth about his favorite musical. He claims his favorite is Phantom of the Opera. An easy choice, and everyone believes him because it’s just as dramatic as he is lmao. But his favorite is West Side Story. I mean, c’mon, it has gangs, violence, and at its core has a mushy love story. He will not admit he likes it as much as he does.

Donatello

“If only you could know

The things I long to say

If only I could tell you

What I wish I could convey

It's in my every glance

My heart's an open book

You'd see it all at once

If only you would look”

He seems like a Disney fan. You’d think I would’ve chosen Beauty and the Beast, but nah. The Little Mermaid fits him better (I’ve also been in this show). He’s so insecure about not being human, and he’s also from a big family with an overprotective father, so I think he’d relate to Ariel a lot. Plus she’s a redhead so there’s that lol. Maybe a bit on the nose, but I don’t care.

Michelangelo

“We're a notorious couple of cats

As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians

Tight-rope walkers and acrobats”

Yeah, he’s a Cats fan. I think he’d love how artistic and chaotic it is. His brothers probably hate it, which only makes him like it more lmao. He hated the movie.

April

“You can build me up, you can tear me down

You can try but I'm unbreakable

You can do your best, but I'll stand the test

You'll find that I'm unshakeable”

I kinda see April as the kinda girl to like the most popular musicals rather than obscure musicals, and I also wanted to choose one that was about strong women. I considered Wicked and Legally Blonde, but Six seemed most appropriate. Also, she’s my queen, so why not choose the one about queens pfft

Casey

“Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun

I'm one highfalutin' sonuva gun!

Don't ask me how

Fortune found me, fate just crowned me

Now I'm King of New York!”

Casey’s favorite is Newsies. It just seems so freaking obvious. Plus, the love interest is a journalist, so do with that what you will.

Karai

“Home, Love, Family.

There was once a time

I must have had them, too.

Home, Love, Family,

I will never be complete

Until I find you...”

Like Leo and Raph, she also lies about her fav musical. She says it’s Little Shop of Horrors, and she does like it. The Dentist song cracks her up. But her favorite is Anastasia because it hits close to home. See lyrics above. She also lost her real family at a young age, and didn’t know the truth until she was 16. (Also, Anya is my dream role. I got to see the show on tour!)

Shinigami

“Gotta haunt till it hurts

Through the night

And give those guys the fright of their lives”

Shinigami gives me Beetlejuice vibes. I don’t know what else to say about it.

Mona Lisa

“Tranquil as a forest

But on fire within

Once you find your center

You are sure to win”

It’s my headcanon that Mona loves movies once Raph introduces her to them, so I think she’d like movie musicals more than stage musicals. Her favorite is Mulan. As a soldier herself, she respects how the film takes war seriously while still having uplifting and even funny moments throughout.

BONUS:

Lotus Blossom (my 2012 version)

“A new dream

I have one i know that very few dream

I would like to see that over-due dream

Even though it never may come true”

Jekyll and Hyde is a musical about murder, the duality of man, and tragic romance, all things that appeal to Lotus Blossom, an assassin with difficult experiences in romance. (Jekyll and Hyde was my favorite musical back when I first got into TMNT, too! Still is a favorite.)

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #april o'neil #casey jones #oroku karai #tmnt shinigami #tmnt mona lisa #tmnt lotus blossom #pumpkin stuff

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jowrites · 8 days

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His King Charming - 21(written)

Main Masterlist Here.

Prev. Next.

TW: Swearing, Obsession, Stalking(not OC/Heeseung), Doxing, Sexual Themes

Taglist: @kissestoenha

Heeseung watched as Kacey sat quietly on the chair typing away on her laptop. She was humming to herself, a habit he noticed when she had a lot on her mind. She probably had so much to say but didn’t want to say it and it was frustrating because he couldn’t read her mind. He didn’t know what she was thinking. She’s been nothing but calm about the whole situation and after meeting with everyone at HYBE and the legal team she just kindly thanked them and they left. The silence was killing him. He felt like this was his fault. If he just kept his mouth shut and didn’t expose his relationship none of this would have happened and she would still remain her anonymous self. But now her face was being blasted everywhere and it was because of him.

“Do you hate me?” he whispered out, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Oh no, honey,” Kacey got up from the chair and wrapped her arms around him.

“I am so sorry, Kacey. This is all my fault,” he choked out and she wrapped him in a hug.

“No, it’s not. I knew what I was getting myself into when I decided to be with you. I was mentally preparing myself for something to happen. As shitty as this is, I’m okay. Stop blaming yourself please,” she held his face in her hands and wiped his tears, quickly giving him small kisses over them.

“How are you so calm? How are you like this…this angel sent from Heaven.”

“I’m not, but thanks. I just knew the realities of things when I came to terms with my feelings and pursued them. It’s okay, Heeseung. I’m really okay and we’re both going to be okay.”

“I don’t want you to go back. You can stay here and live with me and the boys. We’ll protect you, I promise!”

“You’re so sweet. For now I don’t plan to go back to Carmel anytime soon, not until things calm down a bit it wouldn’t be smart to. As for staying here, I am not sure how living with 7 boys in a smelly boy dorm will be good so I’ll go back and forth between Sakura’s and Rina’s. Okay? I’m not leaving you, ever!”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. Kacey, I’m so in love with you and just…everything I feel is so intense and when you’re not here I get so sad and just want to stop everything and run to you. You have me in this spell and it’s like all I think and see if you.”

“I love you too, Heeseung. It’s like I wrote you straight from one of my stories.”

“You have no idea how many times you pulled me out from that void, it’s like you’re my knight in shining armor.”

“I prefer to be your King Charming.”

“Oh yes, that sounds way better. MY King Charming. All mine.”

His King Charming. It had such a nice ring to it and Heeseung knew he would have to make time to go to church to thank God for sending him the most wonderful girl he could only have in dreams. He was calm and wanted to just hold her in his arms forever. In that moment she leaned in, sealing her feelings with a kiss, where he felt everything all at once. He couldn’t stop himself now, not when they’ve both confirmed to be on the same page and both with the same intense feelings. He laid her down kissing her with vigor not once parting their lips. She let him take all the lead and felt the butterflies build up in her stomach.

When Heeseung pulled away he looked into her eyes and saw all the love and want in them. She nodded and he crashed his lips back down to hers, his hands had a mind of their own as he began feeling the skin under her shirt. He was going to show her just how much he loved her at that moment.

“Please, I need you.”

#kpop multistan #enhypen scenarios #enhypen social media au #kpop smau #kpop writers #enhypen #kpop fanfic #heesung enhypen #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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Keys Of Destiny Series: Unlocking Potential

Part 1

Michael Smith a young black male enters his home to see a stranger box neatly pack and wrapped up in Christmas paper on his kitchen table.

Approaching it he drops his keys on the desk across from it and he is instantly in awe drawn toward it without any hesitation.

He picks it up watching it glow magnificently in the darkness of the house he is at a loss for words at the sight of the sparkling lights shooting off the paper.

The float into the air dancing in the pale glow of blue and white moonlight flowing over him he is stunned by the beauty of it all.

He falters to the ground falling into a deep

state of unconsciousness as a figure stands over him cloak in the night offering a hand.

His eyes collapse with his body being lift off the ground a door opens and the man exits his home.

The young man awakens in a panic at the sights never scene before his heart beat races out of control the fear consuming.

Shaking his head he stands up using his palm to propel himself upward he is greeted with a strange smell.

Something so familiar yet unrecognizable the same guy stands behind a counter in a store filled with the oddest things to come in existence.

Part 2 - 3

“I am sure you are probably wondering on all of your inquiries.”

“Like…why am I here?”

“In short it’s problematic”

“You are the chosen one”

“For what? For who?”

“The Hall Of Magic”

“Excuse me!”

“You are the one I am meant to serve “

“The Great Protector Of Magic”

“You have me mistaken for someone else”

“You have been through the ringer”

“Bullies, assholes, judgmental freaks and more.”

“Let me go, let me free, and right now”

“Sorry can’t do that”

“You will never be happy their”

“I can set you free”

“I love you “

“What are you doing?”

Part 4 - 5

I cannot believe my eyes at the emporium of Magic walking through to see shelves upon shelves.

The place is erupting with new walls expand

locking us into place I am left without any worry or effort.

“This is your castle now, your home and your throne.”

“You make the rules”

“Education in magic, everything ethereal “

“I am about the only human not tainted with bullshit”

“Let me help you “

“Take my hand and embrace it all”

“Ooooowwww! What the fuck?”

I give in enjoying the fantasy raise my finger into the air letting it life up flowing into the sky.

It spreads splitting into multiple parts glows encircling the building everywhere as it is vanishing.

It transports onto the moon blowing up my body in an ethereal shine leaving me with an outstanding expression.

“I think that you need to kneel at my feet”

“I am at your mercy”

“I SAID KNEEL”

“OH God! “

“Recreate me”

“Use me”

Part 6 - 7

A single snap of my fingers entrance to my building transforms sending a current into every inch of this store.

“There are eleven rooms to inhabit”

“Include but not limited to a store, library and more.”

“We make a financial killing”

“Let us dispense of the conversation “

“What now ?”

“How do I begin?”

“Kneeling at my feet I had you the key of destiny”

“Use it as a gesture like your opening a door”

“Unbelievable, no way this is happening”

“I unearth a new world”

“I am Godly”

I turn the key as if in a lock the a loud noise from an invisible bell blast through.

My body shakes in a fit relieving me of all my anxiety, depression and memories.

It’s an automatic factory reset for me feeling brand spanking now right off the assembly line.

“Wow! Who is the man”

“You of course “

“I am different in every way “

Part 8 - 9

“Do you feel different my dear?”

“Alive! untampered with”

“100 percent me”

“I need you at your best, give me your soul and get to work”

“What can I do to please you?”

“Here you go! A single shake in movement and there you go”

“Blueprints! Yes!”

“This is the key to your job”

“Fix this place up once and for all”

“Masterful my king”

“Grandiose in statute, beautifully painted and exquisitely executed “

“Why would it not be? It’s me”

“Get to work”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“ I maybe in utter denial”

“You are loving this power “

“Simply because you are perfect”

“Hardly”

The end

#Keys Of Destiny

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lily-drake · 3 years

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De-Aged

Jason: holy shit- she's so tiny!

Dick: *agitated* Jason, focus, what do we do??

Jason: *coos at the baby Marinette* I haven't seen her this small in forever.

Dick: we need- Jason! Focus! what do we do???

Jason: *shrugs* wait it out? I don't know.

Inspired by @bambicambi

Annoyance coursed through Marinette’s veins as she saw the new Akuma of the day. Of course it happened when her family came to visit. Looking up to the sky and praying for strength she turned her back to the chaos, something she would soon regret. Her brothers were asking her what the heck was going on, and as she opened her mouth a baby pink ray of light hit her, and Marinette poofed and in her place sat 4-year-old Marinette Wayne.

Jason and Dick stared at the small child on the ground in shock and after the moments were over Jason eagerly picked her up and spun her around.

“Holy sh*! She’s so tiny!”

Jason called out as he held the small giggling girl to his chest. Dick, was rightfully frustrated and walking in small circles and quickly said,

“Jason, focus, what do we do?”

Upon hearing Jason making cooing noises, he swiftly turned to look at Jason.

“I haven’t seen her this small in forever!”

He exclaimed, nuzzling his nose against the small Marinette.

“We need-Jason! Focus! What do we do?”

Jason shrugged as he held Marinette against his hip. She giggled and tugged at his jacket.

“Wait it out? I don’t know.”

Dick opened her mouth, but stopped when Marinette began to speak.

“Jay-Jay! Ride! Ride!”

Jason’s grin grew and gently set her down while holding her hand. He squared down and carefully released her hand. He could not express the pure amount of joy he felt when she climbed onto his back and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

“Jason, have you just forgotten the weirdly dressed flying child that not only turned Marinette, but all of Paris into kids?!”

He…had forgotten. But can you blame him? Marinette was so tiny when she was a kid, and he hadn’t seen her like this in forever.

“Look, contact Zatanna while I keep her safe and distracted.”

Dick sighed in relief replying,

“Alri-wait a minute.”

Jason was already running with a giddily screaming Marinette.

“No fair, I want to cuddle my baby sister too!”

He sighed in frustration, and no he was not pouting. Quickly pulling out his communicator he dialed Zatanna.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I’m in Paris visiting some family, and this flying kid in really weird clothes is going around de-aging people. Could you come see what’s going on please?”

“Pardon, but what?”

“Yea, it sho-“

Dick quickly ran through the streets dodging beams that were now directed towards him. Why did stuff like this always happen when they traveled?

A few moments later a portal opened and he had never been more relieved to see Zatanna in his life. Zatanna looked around and looked at the villain. As she studied it and was about to jump in, a neon butterfly mask appeared over the child’s face and she realized what this was.

“I can’t do anything, sorry Dick.”

“What?! Why?!”

“This is ancient magic, probably the most ancient magic in the universe. There should be others…, see,”

She said pointing to a cat-like figure in the distance. Dick stared in confusion, what was happening?

While Dick was trying to figure everything out Jason was having the time of his life with Tiny Mari. He was especially thankful that when she was blasted that her clothes were transformed into a white t-shirt and overalls with lions stitched throughout them. He had taken so many pictures of them. We’re people running around everywhere scared, yes, yes they were. But that didn’t stop him from enjoying as much time as he could with his tiny sister like he used to.

“Jay-Jay! There’s a fairy in my pocket!”

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie! It’s a Ladybug fairy! She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look. Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy. It was cute, he had never seen something like it before. Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

“Marinette, you need to help Chat Noir defeat the akuma?”

“Akuma matata!”

Marinette called out with a giggle. Jason would have laughed, if it weren’t for the flying bug thing talking to his sister, who was currently 4, telling her to help someone defeat the crazed villain.

“Woah! Are you insane?! Look at her?! How do you expect her to fight?!”

The thing looked conflicted before sighing and saying,

“Well, do you want to fight it? You just need to wear the earrings, I can run you through what you need to do!”

“No!”

Marinette screamed.

“I want to be like you and daddy! It’s my turn to help people!”

“Marinette, you're too young.”

Tears began to well up in the small child’s eyes.

“I-it’s no fair! You al-always say that! I want to help!”

She finished stamping her foot definitely with a sharp glare. Jason sighed in exhaustion and turned to the floating creature. He mumbles under his breath,

“Can’t believe I’m letting this happen.”

He knew by the way Marinette was gripping at her ears and the definence in her stance. He could easily take them by force, but he didn’t want to hurt her or make her angry and feel betrayed.

“Can you assure above all else that she will be completely and utterly safe. I will join as well in my hero suit to make absolutely sure.”

“Yes, she has a partner as well who will watch out for her.”

He sighed in relief at that, but there was a new and very heavy weight on his chest that wouldn’t leave until this event was over. He listened to the fairy tell Marinette what she needed to do and almost smiled at the determined face she was making. Her cheeks were so chubby and-no, focus! He pulled out an extra domino mask he always carried with him and zipped up his leather jacket. When he turned around there was a burst of pink light and where Tiny Mari once stood stood his sister in the cutest outfit he had ever seen! It was similar to his old Robin outfit, but closer to Tim’s as she thankfully felt that there needed to be pants. She had small wings on her back with a black cape with red bottom edges that shielded them from view. And in her hands was a tiny yo-yo. Before anything else could happen, he quickly pulled out his phone and took pictures. He wanted to show this to Bruce and brag, sue him.

Soon after that they both left to the rooftops. He was honestly surprised by how easily she maneuvered around the roofs and how easily her yo-yo grappled and released from things. They soon landed next to a Cat Woman knock-off who turned to look at them in surprise and exhaustion. When Marinette saw him she quickly turned to him and tugged on his sleeve. Jason crouched down and Mini-bug leaned close to his ear and whispered,

“Does Selie have a son?”

Jason snickered and glanced up at the kid. He seemed to have heard them if the ears twitching and confused look said anything.

“No Pix. He was just inspired.”

“Oh, okie-dokie!”

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other and she was hit out of suit?”

“Yep, basically.”

“Right. Well, we just need to break the wand, but I can’t get close.”

“Little Lady, cast your charm.”

Mini-bug puffed up her cheeks making her old —and most adorable— thinking face before yelling out while throwing the yo-yo into the air,

“Lucky Charm!”

“A red and black spotted rubber bullet dropped into Mini's awaiting palms. Jason promptly took the bullet and loaded it into his gun, it was the perfect fit. The hideously dressed child flew over to them and flourished her wand creating the opening Jason needed. With one quick shot the bullet flew through the air and hit the wand causing it to snap. A black and purple butterfly began to fly out and mini quickly caught it. She quickly released it bouncing on her heels in pure joy as a wide smile grew onto her face.

“Told ya I coul’ do it!”

“Yes you did, good job Pix.”

Chat Noir, who they hadn’t noticed disappeared, came back with the bullet and handed it to the small girl. She threw the bullet into the air jumping up as well and yelled out,

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Millions of Ladybugs flew through the air repairing damages and Turing people back to normal ending with Ladybug herself. Ladybug looked around confusedly and saw Chat on her right and Red Hood on her left. Memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and she promptly hid her face in her hands and a deep blush bloomed across her face.

“This is a disaster, a complete disaster.”

“I don’t know Bug, was it?”

Jason asked with a crap eating grin.

“Yes.”

Came her mumbled response. Jason laughed and ruffled her hair, Marinette was too miserable to care.

“We should go make sure golden boy isn’t panicking too much, don’t ya think?”

Marinette sighed tiredly and nodded, I guess so.

“Sorry Chat, I promise I’ll explain later. Bug out.”

And as quickly as she could she swung away with Red Hood laughing and not too far behind.

“B is going to hate that he missed this.”

He called through the air causing a loud groan to escape her lips.

“Don’t show him!”

“Too late Pix, already sent them all to the group chat.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you to Babybug.”

Marinette groaned again and Jason laughed all the way to where they found Dick and Zatanna talking in an alleyway.

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darktypeimagines · 2 years

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Can I request Piers with a s/o that has an overprotective Yveltal?S/o wants them to get along and Yveltal just wakes up every day and chooses violence. Yveltal can communicate with people (like a lot of legendaries) but just flat out refuses to talk to Piers out of sheer defiance and dislike and Piers is just as stubborn (Ngl this is a lil oc self indulgent for me haha 😅)

Put halfway under a readmore, because, as usual, it turned out long :)

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✩You had Yveltal a while before you even met Piers. Through some twist in fate, you and the legendary ended up together, and ever since then, the giant bird had practically been inseparable from you.

☾For better or worse.

✩You knew that Yveltal would give ANY romantic partners trouble. After all, you had to warn guests to avoid certain sections of the room and to NOT make eye contact with the grumpy legendary in the corner. Luckily, nothing major had happened. The sounds Yveltal made whenever someone so much as LOOKED at them kept them far enough away.

✩As much as you loved the Pokemon, they could be a pain. For every moment where you curled up together, burying your face into the bird’s fluffy grey mane, there was at least one moment where you had to keep the legendary from blasting anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way with a ball of dark energy. It was a lot of work.

☾Heck, you even had to get a huge house just so the Pokemon could fit inside!

✩But, even you didn’t expect so much trouble when you started dating Piers. You told him it would just take time. Surely, the legendary would warm up to him in time… Right?

☾“Hey, Yveltal, can we watch a movie in the living room?”

☾“OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE ROOM. ME IN BETWEEN. That would fine.” The legendary replied. You swore they wore a grin, even though the Pokemon had limited facial expressions. They KNEW what it was doing.

☾And, this was a common occurrence.

✩On Piers’ side, he wasn’t in a hurry. He worked with a lot of tough Pokemon; they all came around when they were ready. If anything, trying to force the bond to form would just backfire. And if it didn’t work out in the end, they could probably learn to at least live together.

☾….Besides that, in complete honesty, he was terrified of the bird. Did they look cool? Definitely. Did he want to get to know them? Of course! Was the death bird capable of killing him and everything in the general area? WITHOUT A DOUBT.

☾To be fair, TECHNICALLY they weren’t a legendary of death. They just absorbed the life force of everything around them. Totally different, right?

☾As much as he told himself that, he still avoided the bird. Maybe time would do the trick, let the Pokemon get used to the idea of him being around?

☾Nine months later, and yeah, the bird is still mad and still rather snappy and growly.

✩Previously, he had tried talking to Yveltal. Tried asking if anything he did was bothering them. Or if he could do anything that would make them more comfortable? Maybe they could strike some sort of compromise or something?

☾Each time, the legendary just glared at him, huffed, and let out a growl before wandering off. Piers took that as a firm “No.”

✩Then, finally, SOMETHING happened.

✩Normally, you took Yveltal with you everywhere. But, every once in a while, the legendary just did NOT want to go into its Pokeball. After about an hour of coaxing, you had to leave to avoid being late for an appointment. Needless to say, taking a violent and overprotective legendary into public is not a great idea. So, you told Yveltal you’d be back soon, emphasized to be nice to Piers, and told your boyfriend you’d be back as soon as possible. And to call if he had any problems.

☾He definitely didn’t want problems while you were away, so Piers just holed himself up in his room for the entire time. He thought about working on some songs, but nothing came to mind; maybe it was because of nerves? He opted to just listen to music instead.

☾Feeling like something new, he turned on a variety online radio station that mainly played metal. A little outside of his normal tastes, but it’s nice to go outside of your comfort zone. Especially during writing blocks!

✩Time went by. With the sun just starting to fall, Piers figured it’d be time to get up and move around a bit. Turning, he froze.

☾He saw a bright blue eye peering into his room through the doorway. It seemed the legendary had its head resting on the hallway floor, watching him. Yveltal was perfectly calm; oddly, it reminded him of when Skuntank was just lounging around.

☾The song that was on ended, transitioning into a commercial break. Yveltal’s eye wided, and they lifted their head. Staring at him, moving their head further into the room to get closer. Piers honestly couldn’t tell what the bird was thinking, but he stood as still as possible.

☾This went on for a couple of minutes. Just a stare down between the two of them. Then- Piers jumped! A song came on, and of ALL things, it had to be death metal. And it started off LOUD.

☾He was about to slowly shift toward the computer to switch it off… But, Yveltal stopped staring at him. Actually, they just laid their head right back down, and closed their eyes. And… rolled over! Somehow, the legendary looked like a Liepard laying on its back. Annnnnnd, Piers heard a crash as the Pokemon knocked something in the hall over with a limb or their tail. He wasn’t about to check it now.

☾Eventually, the song ended, and Yveltal opened an eye lazily. Curious, Piers bought up some other death metal songs. And, just like before, the bird relaxed.

✩The death bird likes death metal?

☾“So… you like metal, huh?” Piers asked, not expecting an answer.

☾“If that’s what this is called, YES.”

☾Piers, surprised, didn’t really know how to respond other than giving the bird a grin.

☾Well, at least it was ONE thing it liked beyond you!

✩So, Piers texted you to head up to his room when you got home. Intentionally, he turned off the music when he heard your steps on the stairs. You went up, careful to avoid stepping on Yveltal, noting how odd it was for the bird to be halfway in the hallway.

☾With a grin, he glanced at you, then put on the music. And, just like that, Yveltal rolled over with a sigh. You were at a loss for words. The ONLY time you ever saw the Pokemon so calm was when you were with Yveltal alone!

✩You two tested it. And Yveltal consistently liked that genre of music! Actually, they liked anything along those lines, even if it was less intense, but death metal was their favorite.

✩So, you put a set of speakers in Yveltal’s room (yes, they had a room), and you now found you could at least compromise with the Pokemon to give you and Piers some time alone now. WITHOUT a grumbling bird next to them at all times.

✩And, slowly, Piers felt the legendary was warming up to him. They certainly weren’t on a friendly basis, but at least Piers could come into rooms now without the bird growling! And, their shared interest in music gave them something to bond over, which was certainly progress. With time, perhaps they could get along?

☾But for now, having a legendary sprawled out across the floor like a cat was good enough for him! Even if it meant their conversations were often nothing more than Yveltal asking him to “MAKE IT LOUDER!”

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Mistake ~ JJK [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 7K

PAIRING: jungkook x reader,

GENRE: Idol au, Angst, accidental pregnancy, smut (not the smutiest of smut but some smut), jungkook being an asshat

A/N: This came out so...I don’t know how to explain it. I like it! I do! I hope you do too! 🥺🥺🥺

How did it come to this? One minute you were a University student on a foreign exchange program and the next...

The next you were sitting in a hospital waiting room staring around at everyone. Never in a million years would you have thought this could have happened to you. Sitting in the middle of a packed out room trying not to overthink things. There was a chance all of this was a mistake, everyone was late to their periods sometimes but then there were the pregnancy tests.

All 32 of them sitting in your room back in your apartment. You had to be sure after all. You weren't going to just take one and assume it was correct. All 32 of them coming back as positive only worried you more so you booked the appointment praying that the doctor would tell you that you were wrong.

"Miss Y/l/n?" All eyes turned to look at you as you slowly raised up from your chair. Feeling as though you had sprouted a second head the way everyone kept their eyes trained on you. No one could possibly know that you were there because you thought you were pregnant. It wasn't as though this was just a pregnancy section of the hospital. You were probably just imagining things.

The white lights in the small room you had been taken to were blinding. It felt as though you were under the spotlight or in an interrogation. As you sat in the chair you could feel yourself beginning to sweat under pressure.

"What seems to be the problem?" The female doctor in front of you asked. She was wearing a white coat and sitting in front of her computer, looking as though she was fed up with her day before it had even begun.

You glanced around her room trying to figure out where to start with what you were there for. It was a simple answer. I think I'm pregnant. But how could you think? The tests were pretty accurate and so were the signs. You'd missed your period, your mood changed, cramps, you always had to pee and your breasts felt as though they had been in 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.

"I think I'm pregnant," You mumbled as you looked at the doctor. Saying nothing she walked to the other side of the room to grab a small cup for you.

"Go take a urine sample for me and walk straight back in here, we'll take some blood too." She came across as cold as she looked at you. She probably thought less of you, someone who had come to Seoul and got knocked up. But it wasn't as if you had planned on this happening.

"You were right, definitely pregnant." She said as she laid out the test on the side for you. Two stripes on the small paper for the urine test and your blood came back positive within a few minutes. Normally when people found out that they were pregnant they were over the moon. But how could you be?

"Would you like us to contact the father?" The father. That was where the issue lied. You'd been none stop calling him since you took the first test but you never got an answer from him. Calls would go unanswered, Messages would be left unread. All you wanted was for him to at least acknowledge that you were trying to get in contact with him. Not that you ever wanted to. He was an asshole to you but you knew you could never be able to do this alone.

Whenever you thought about the father your mind would go straight back to the night it happened.

Cramped into a crowded club with people screaming to talk with one another, music blasting out of the speakers and large lights were flashing everywhere. It was hard to see anything as you tried to make your way to the bar, the main lights were off and the only thing true lighting the way were some small white lights along the floor. All you wanted was some water before you could find your roommates. Your roommates had dragged you out clubbing for the night to celebrate the end of a test you all had taken a part in and now they were missing. Making off with the only apartment key there was leaving you alone.

"Can I get a glass of water please?" You yelled out but the bartender ignored you as she began flirting with someone standing right beside you. It was obvious she didn't want to do her job, not that you blamed her. The guy beside you was incredibly good looking. Dressed in a blue silk shirt and some black jeans, he looked expensive from his haircut to his tattoos.

It looked as though he enjoyed the attention he was getting from her though as he continued to flirt back with her but you needed some water. You needed to at least try and keep your head straight.

"Excuse me?" You asked the bartender who gave you the side-eye, excusing herself from lover-boy as she walked to stand in front of you. Raising her eyebrow and waiting for you to speak.

"Can I have a glass of water please?" Rolling her eyes at you she began putting ice into a cup, pouring water and leaving you to go back to the boy. Who seemed to have suddenly lost interest in her altogether. His eyes lingering on you as he took in what you were wearing. A white long-sleeved shirt with a suspender plaid skirt, looked quite cute on you as you sipped your water. His mind instantly wandered to what someone like you was doing in a club like this. A club designed so that people would go home together for one night stands, the place he frequented because it was easy pickings for him.

"Hi," You turned to look beside you, a little shocked that someone was speaking to you. The boy the bartender had been flirting with was smiling at you, inching himself a little closer as he sat on the stool beside you.

"Hello," You smiled before going back to scanning the crowds of people. Your roommates were somewhere in there dancing and having the time of their lives while you were left behind, you just wanted to go home. It was getting late and you were tired from the test and dancing.

"I'm Jk," He told you as he held out his hand for you to shake. Glancing at his hand and to his face, you nodded deciding to play nice and introduce yourself back to him.

"Y/n." Your eyes immediately went back to the crowd which only seemed to make Jungkook like you more, he took it as you playing hard to get.

"Do you want to go and dance?" He questioned in your ear making you shiver and move away from him a little. Personal space was something you valued a lot.

"No, I'm just looking for my roommates. They ditched me and they have the only key." You explained, your eyes never once leaving the crowds. It was going to be easy spotting them, the two of them were in bright pink matching outfits, insisting that it would look great in the club.

"Oh shit, want me to help you find them? I bet it'll be easier with two sets of eyes." Jungkook stood up from his chair as he began looking around the room even though he had no idea who he was looking for just yet.

"That's true, here-" Pulling out your phone you showed him the lock screen of you and your roommates to help you look for them.

"I'm sorry it was a total bust, I mean you can stay here until the morning." Jungkook had insisted on taking you back to his apartment to get you something to eat and some warmer clothes since it was starting to get cold out in the streets.

"Thanks, I'll just nap on the sofa." You said right before the doors to his elevator to his apartment opened. Your mouth dropped to the floor as you stared around at everything.

This place was huge. Walking into the apartment you stared around at everything. As soon as you stepped inside it was an open floor plan. The living room was directly in front of some large floor to ceiling windows that looked out at Seoul. Then the kitchen was right beside the entrance. White marble countertops, grey cupboards and a hidden fridge. The entire apartment was larger than your common room in the dorms.

"I would just feel awful about making you stay on the sofa," He shook his head at you. His mother raised him better than that.

"I'll take the sofa,"

"But this is your apartment." He smirked to himself as his back was turned to you. Turning on the oven and boiling some water,

"How about we eat some ramen and then we can talk about it?"

Your hands gripped onto the counter as Jungkook slammed in and out of your roughly, your eyes almost rolling back as you cried out his name. Turning to look over your shoulder at him you smirked looking at the state he was in. He was sweating as he pounded into you from behind, moans mumbling out of his lips as he continued to dig his hands into your hips. Dick hitting that one spot that made your legs shake and your eyes roll back.

"S-Shit! Right there." You cried out as he continued to fuck into you. You had no idea how it had come to be here. Jungkook fucking into you relentlessly as you cried out his name. The two of you had been sitting on the sofa one minute and the next he had you bent over the back of the couch, against the kitchen counter. You'd lost count of how many times you'd come around his cock alone. The familiar feeling of tightening began to grow inside of you as your breathing began to get erratic.

"Don't stop." You begged him as you reached down between your legs to start rubbing your clit mercilessly. Jungkook grunted as he continued to fuck into you. His hand taking over yours to rub your clit to match his hip movements. Your hips bucked back against him as you moaned out his name.

"You're so fucking tight," He moaned out, hands digging into your hips as he continued to fuck himself into you. Biting down on your shoulder as he moans out your name just a little.

Jungkook smirked as you pressed yourself against the window. The glass beginning to fog up as he fucked you against it. The two of you completely forgot what you were even doing in his apartment in the first place.

One more orgasm and you were going to be on the floor as a shaking mess. Jungkook had his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you propped up not wanting this to end so quickly. You'd been the best lay he had had in a while and he wasn't willing to let it be over so quickly.

"So good, taking me so well like this," He chuckled as he continued to roughly pound into you, kissing up and down your neck.

The familiar sensation of his approaching orgasm hitting him, he'd been fighting it back since the moment he'd begun fucking you. You had no idea if you were ever going to be able to stop, it was addicting having him inside of you like this. He felt so good and it felt as though there was something there for you.

"J-JK!" You screamed out as he began to hit a little quicker, chasing after his own finish as he kept you pressed against the window. The faster he moved the faster he knew he was going to cum but he needed it, he needed to cum into you and feel himself fill you up.

Both your moans filling the apartment as he continued to roughly fuck into you. Your hand slammed against the window as you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation you were beginning to feel.

"C-Cumming!" You cried out, eyes scrunching together as your body spasmed, legs shaking as you clenched around him over and over again. It never felt like it was going to end as you continued to clench.

"U-Ugh fuck yes." Jungkook pushed your whole body against the window as he emptied himself inside of you. Holding himself deep inside of you as he kissed the back of your neck. Neither of you daring to move. If he let go of you, you knew your legs would give out and you'd be on the floor in seconds.

Waking up the next morning you felt as though you were never going to be able to walk again. Your whole core ached and you were dressed in a hoodie and some sweats that weren't yours. Images of your night with JK came back to you and you couldn't help but smile at them. It felt as though there was something really there for you and you couldn't wait to do that all over again.

Rolling over ready to wake JK up with a surprise you frowned finding the bed completely empty. Your clothes were in a bag on a chair beside the bed. You wondered where JK could have been when you heard noises coming from the kitchen so you threw yourself out of the bed to go and see.

Jungkook was standing in the kitchen making breakfast and dancing around, smiling to himself as he sang along to the music on the radio.

"Morning," You breathed out happily as you watched him, fuck he was even prettier in the morning light. JK looked over at you and frowned wondering why you were still standing there and hadn't left yet.

"What are you doing here?" He frowned looking over at you as he flipped his bacon over in the pan.

"I thought you wanted me to stay over..."

"Yeah, now I want you to leave," He laughed as he looked at you up and down judging you for standing there as if he would want to do all of that again.

"But last night-"

"Was a one night stand. Get over yourself...What did you think was going to happen?" He laughed looking at you as you pulled the hoodie around you tighter feeling embarrassed and ashamed for thinking that there could have been something there.

"Oh you can keep that, I give it to all the girls that come over here, I have a bunch of the same one." You began to feel sick, staring at him as he passed you off as nothing more than something he had stepped in.

"Seriously...Leave before I have to call security." Grabbing the bag of clothes from the bedroom you began heading for the exact, listening to Jungkook laugh as you walked out on him.

"I just have a number but I can't get through to it," You mumbled taking out a piece of napkin from that night. JK had given it to you when you went to look in separate parts of the club.

"We'll try and contact him and let him know what's happening. In the meantime you need to be careful, you're only in the first month of your pregnancy so make sure you're taking care of yourself." Nodding at the doctor you began to stand up from the seat, wanting nothing more than to head back to the dorms and cry about all of this.

You could say goodbye to your University course, they had no help with child care and they didn't allow children in the dorms. You needed to find an apartment and fast. At least if you had your own place you could find your own childcare and continue with the course. You hoped.

A month had passed since seeing the doctor and they finally told you that they had managed to get in contact with the father. Neglecting to inform you that the father was clear someone of high importance. A car had come to pick you up from your apartment and take you to a meeting with someone, instead of JK.

"Are you Miss Y/l/n?" A female voice asked as you looked up from your phone. Standing there was a beautiful tall blonde wearing an all-black outfit as she held out a tray.

"Sejin sends his apologies and promises you can go inside soon." Taking a glass of water she was holding out for you, you wondered how many times she had to do this. How many times she had to sit and be nice to someone one of her co-workers had knocked someone up.

"Thank you," Your voice cracked a little as you did your best not to cry in front of her. You'd been a crying mess for the last two weeks, going from one extreme to the other. Your roommates were beginning to catch on to what was happening. They'd heard you throwing up at stupid hours of the day and see the amount you had begun to eat.

"Can we get you something to eat? Drink?" Sejin asked as he pulled you a chair for you in a conference room. The guy you slept with must have been really important if they were pulling all the stops out like this. It made you wonder how they had gotten involved when the doctor had been calling JK's number.

"No, No I'm okay thank you...Is JK going to be here?" Sejin stared at you as he frowned. That was the name Jungkook had given to you? It wasn't very creative. At least when he gave names to other girls he would call himself something else, not use his initials.

"No, it's just me, you and the main boss." You nodded at him before looking down at the table in front of you. It felt awkward to be sitting there waiting for someone to come down and discuss your pregnancy. Someone who had nothing to do with the pregnancy in the first place that was.

"Ah you must be Miss Y/l/n, I wish I could say it was lovely to meet you." A voice boomed out as the doors to the conference room opened. Standing up you bowed to the man who had entered and he waved his hand to dismiss you.

"Please, we're all friends here. I'm Bang PD." He sat down and smiled at you. Not the kind of smile that was reassuring in times like this but the smile that scared you. It felt as though there was some kind of hidden meaning behind all of this.

"How about we cut right to the chase, no use beating around the bush." He laughed loudly making Sejin laugh forcibly as he sat down on a chair beside you.

"We know what you want so we have it, Sejin." He barked as an envelope was slid in front of you. Your name was written across the front in fancy writing but you frowned at the sight of it.

"I just wanted to have some help from JK."

"JK? Is that what he went with? How incredibly creative," Bang PD uttered sarcastically as you frowned looking from him to Sejin.

"I think you'll find the amount written inside of there is enough to help you." Pulling it open you almost fell out of your chair seeing the number that was written on a piece of paper.

"We can have it sent to you right away and there will be no questions asked. Just never speak to JK again," The man explained as he watched the way your face contorted,

"Sir this-"

"Isn't enough? I can higher it if you like?" He questioned as he got up from his chair. Walking around with his hands tucked behind his back, your eyes trained onto him the entire time.

"No...I don't want your money..." You slid the paper away from you as you watched him walk toward the window. Keeping his back to you as he looked out at the view.

"I want some help from the father...I can't raise a baby on my own." You explained as you watched the way Sejin bit down on his lip.

"You want the father to be in the babies life?" Bang PD questioned, he sounded completely shocked as if it was something so out of the world that you had asked that.

"Yes. I can't raise a baby alone...I don't even live here, I just came for my studies." You began to feel angry as they tried to pass you a large sum of money to make you go away.

"Do you have any idea who he is?" You frowned at the question. The way that they were acting had to have meant he was a big deal.

"No. I just met him in a club, we went to his apartment-"

"Apartment!? He has his own apartment now?!" Bang PD screamed at Sejin who seemed to flinch a little at the idea of it while you seemed to grow more in confusion. Why wouldn't he have his own apartment?

"Bring him in here. I have plans for him." Bang PD sat back down at the desk and looked at you. There was suddenly a switch in personality. Instead of being the strict and shouting man, he was with Sejin he was coming across as calm with you.

"There are some things you need to understand." You frowned before nodding at him. Inching your chair closer to the desk as you waited for him to explain everything that was going on.

JK. Or as you now knew him as Jungkook walked into the room with a smirk on his lips.

"What did you want to speak to me about?" You stared over at him as he didn't even glance in your direction. The person you had gone home with was completely different from the person he was. Jeon Jungkook. A famous Idol that was in a band and lived a very important life. Bang PD had explained that Jungkook shouldn't have even been out that night and that the apartment he had taken you to wasn't even his own and if it was it would be soon taken away from him. You didn't know much about the idol life but you knew how strict it was, how strict some companies were with their workers.

"Jungkook, do you remember Y/n?" The smile that Jungkook had been displaying quickly faded when he turned to see you sitting there.

"By the look on your face, I am going to assume that to be a yes," Bang PD laughed forcing Jungkook to sit down by putting pressure on his shoulder and looking between you and him.

"Well, congratulations Jungkook you're a soon to be a father." Jungkook laughed while looking at Bang PD, shaking his head and hitting his hand against the older man's arm.

"That's a good one, what did she want? Money to keep her mouth shut?" Bang PD said nothing as he slid the papers over to Jungkook proving that you were in fact pregnant and the colour seemed to be drained from Jungkook's face. Staring at the piece of paper, reading and re-reading it over and over again as he looked from the paper to you.

"I want a DNA test, there's no way...She was all over everyone at the club!" That was a barefaced lie but you looked to Band PD who simply stared at the younger man.

"Maybe this will be a learning experience for you. No more parties, no more drinking, no more girls. You're going to be a father to this child." You felt as though you were in the middle of the school principles office watching another child be scolded for something.

"You will help raise this baby and you will do it properly. Do I make myself clear?" The voice felt as though it was going to shake the room and Jungkook nodded his head.

"Yes Sir," Bang PD lowered himself back down into a chair and looked at you.

"We will be wanting a paternal test, you're almost 8 weeks is that correct?" He began writing things down on some paper. Writing down the tests he wanted to run, what the rules for Jungkook were going to be.

"Yes Sir," You answered as you remembered the doctor's appointment you had with the female doctor and how she was scheduling you in for a few more soon.

"That means your scan should be soon. We'll come along to make sure that we can get a DNA test done. Set a few minds at ease. In the meantime, this information goes nowhere...Neither of you is involved with one another in the public eye." Standing up he began to walk towards the door.

"I'll go and draw up some NDA's and you will be free to speak it all out.," With that, he left the room and Jungkook stared at you from across the table.

"How did you find out?" You looked over at him,

"I took tests when I missed my period-"

"Don't play fucking dumb. How did you find out who I was and where I worked?" He cut you off not wanting to waste his time on something so stupid. There was no way the child was his, he was always careful whenever he slept with someone. Always made sure they were on the pill or that he used protection with them.

"I didn't, the doctor called the number you left for me." Rolling his eyes he stared at you, looking you up and down as if he was judging you for coming to his workplace.

"You're only here for the money." You scoffed at him. It was unbelievable to you as to why you had slept with him in the first place when he acted like this. His whole attitude made you want to reach across and slap him up the side of the head.

"You mean the money I didn't take...I don't want money I want help raising a child." You argued back at him.

"I thought you were too easy of a lay, I never should have fucked you. You've been nothing but a pain since." He grumbled as he looked over at you. Feeling nothing but resentment as he realised everything he was going to lose because he'd made one mistake.

"Trust me, if I'd have known how much of an entitled asshat you are I never would have slept with you either." You snapped at him pouring yourself a glass of water. The longer you sat there the sicker you began to feel because of the morning sickness and the sight of him alone.

"Signed and dated. Both of you will make terrific parents." Sejin said as he tried to make everything seem as though it was fine. That this wasn't being forced down upon Jungkook but you knew he didn't want to be there. Which only made you happier with it. If Jungkook was miserable it made you happy. If he was going to be an arse to you, you could return the favour back to him.

"We will see you at the next appointment," Sejin explained as he began to walk you out of the conference room. Holding your bag for you as you put on a jacket.

"See you then," You smiled weakly as he escorted you towards a set of elevators.

Months seemed to fly by through the pregnancy. Jungkook was worse than you had imagined. Refused to go to any of the scans, refused to even acknowledge that the baby growing inside of you was his. The boys all knew Bang PD had sat them down and explained what was going on and they seemed more excited than Jungkook.

For you, things seemed to get worse. University was in the middle of kicking you out of your accommodation. Your roommates wanted nothing more to do with you now that they knew you were with child and refusing to tell them who the father was. Jungkook was nothing but mean to you whenever he was forced to be around you for longer than ten minutes at a time. It would be insult after insult about how he never wanted to have a child in the first place and now he was being forced into it.

"You're nothing to me, you know that right. As soon as that thing is born it will mean nothing to me." Jungkook hissed as you sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Bang PD had practically forced Jungkook there himself by sending him with a team of security and his manager.

"This is all one big mistake and I'm never going to let you forget it," Humming at him you continued to read the magazine that was in front of you. Not listening to a word he said. You'd learnt to tune most of what he told you out as the months went by.

"I can't believe they're forcing me into this. The baby is going to know I hate it when it grows up." You took in a deep breath. Ignoring the hormones that were beginning to make you feel angrier than usual toward Jungkook.

"I never wanted this. This is fucking stupid." That was it. You'd had enough.

"You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to get knocked up by someone who clearly loves himself too much to love anything else around him?!" You finally yelled out, ignoring the looks you were getting from the security men beside you. You were about ready to pop, 8 months pregnant and sleeping from house-sits to house sits because you couldn't find an apartment willing to take someone like you. Someone heavily pregnant without a stable enough income for them to rely on for rent.

"You think you're the only one with problems?!" You got up when you heard your name being called out, Jungkook stared at you.

"Try being homeless, 8 months pregnant with a guy who doesn't want anything to do with you and makes it clear that he hates you." You spat at him shaking your head as tears began to rush down your cheeks.

"Do whatever the fuck you want. Be here or don't be here, I don't care anymore." You hissed at him as you began to walk down towards the ultrasound room. Sejin stared at Jungkook as he watched after you.

This whole time he had been doing his best to make you hate him. Make you hate him enough so that you would leave and never speak about this again but now he felt guilty.

Rushing into the room Jungkook sat down on the chair beside the bed you were sitting on.

"You're homeless?"

"What do you care?" You mumbled to him as you kept your eyes on the screen. All you wanted to do was check your little baby was okay before heading back to find an apartment. Sejin had been kind enough to rent you a hotel room for the last two nights but you couldn't continue to let him do that for you.

"Do you know what you're expecting?" A nurse questioned as she began to apply the cold gel to your stomach, you whimpered a little at the feeling.

"No. I don't want to know," You admitted as you kept your eyes on the screen. Jungkook was about to open his mouth to say he did when a heartbeat began to play through the speaker beside the bed.

"What's that?" He whispered as he listened to everything.

"That would be the baby's heartbeat, nice and healthy." The nurse explained as she began typing, pointing at the baby on the screen and smiling.

"Your little one is right here, sitting comfortably." She began taking photos. You had a million of them in a bag back at the hotel room. Keeping every memory of the little one whenever you could.

"You'll begin to feel the little one move around more soon, they'll be getting ready to turn and come out." Jungkook drowned out the talk as he stared at the screen. The small blob that was his baby moving around and making his chest swell the longer that he stared at it. This was no longer something he could just ignore. There was his child growing inside of you. Developing its own mind. Growing cells and becoming a mini person.

Jungkook said nothing as the two of you came out of the ultrasound room. All he did was take a copy of the scan and head home. Saying nothing to Sejin who questioned why he was acting so weird. The boys watched as he walked straight to his room without uttering a word to any of them. They'd all stopped asking if there was any news on the baby. They were tired of being screamed at about it by Jungkook.

After another month of staying inside of hotels and you were scared you were going to deliver in the middle of a hotel room. The thought terrified you. Delivering a baby alone with no one around you. But that morning you had woken up to a text from Sejin with an address attached to it along with a message asking you to meet him there as soon as you were awake so you did. Sejin had been helping you hunt for an apartment willing to take you so you assumed that this was all it was.

"Sejin I don't see how I'm supposed to afford a place like this." You mumbled as you walked out of an elevator and into a living room. This place was bigger than the apartment Jungkook had taken you back to the first time you met him. Your feet were killing you as you held your hand over your stomach. Doing this whilst nine months pregnant was not your idea of a fun time.

"You won't," Sejin told you as he looked around for the boys. Namjoon was the first one to come rushing over to you, making you squeal when he suddenly touched your bump.

"Hi. Sorry, I'm Namjoon." You looked at him and smiled weakly, looking to Sejin for help who smiled down at you.

"These are Jungkook's band members," Sejin explained as Namjoon and Jimin began to lead you toward a sofa. Sitting you down and smiling at you. They were smiling at you so much it was starting to freak you out a little,

"We've been dying to meet you," Yoongi told you as he bought over a mug of hot chocolate and set it down in front of you. They were all being so nice which wasn't something you had been expecting as you watched them all. You figured they were all going to be as nasty and Jungkook had been about the pregnancy.

"What...I don't mean to be rude but what am I doing here?" You questioned looking over each of them before looking at Sejin who seemed to smile bigger than you had ever seen him smile before.

"Boys, would you like to help her."

Walking you toward a room on the second floor you frowned when the door was pushed open. Inside of the room was a whole nursery decorated perfectly, green walls with yellow and green items around the room.

"You guys didn't have to do this," You whispered as you walked into the room running your hand over the crib the baby would sleep in.

"We didn't," Taehyung admitted as he watched you slowly turning to look at all of them again.

"Then-"

"I did," Jungkook's voice filled the room and you turned around to see him standing by a second door in the room.

"I realised after the last scan how much of a cunt I was being," He carefully eased you down into the rocking chair in the room and you kept your eyes trained on him. This wasn't the Jungkook you had known for the last 10 months. This had to be some kind of twin.

"Realising that I was going to be a dad really helped me shake out of that phase in my life...It's no excuse but I was like that because I didn't have a chance to be like that before." You stared at him as the rest of the boys left you alone to speak everything out.

"You think a nursery will make up for it?"

"No. I think giving you somewhere to live, helping you raise our child will at least start to make up for it." You watched him as he took out the scan he had taken home the last time you saw him.

"I realised that all of this isn't some kind of cruel punishment...I accepted it as a sign to grow up and take responsibility for everything." Your body lurched forward as you felt a pain begin to radiate in your stomach, whimpering out as you gripped onto the chair.

"It's not funny, I was being serious." Jungkook sounded hurt as he thought you were laughing at what he was saying. It wasn't until you looked up at him and he saw tears streaming down your cheeks he knew there was something wrong.

"What's going on?" He panicked as you began sobbing and rubbing your bump. Droplets of water hitting the floor below the chair as your water broke.

"I'm-" Taking in deep breathes as all of the birthing classes had told you, you looked at him.

"I'm in labour, I need to go." You panted as you got up from the chair. Braxton hickes had been nothing compared to what you were feeling right now.

"We...We need to go." He reminded you as Jungkook linked your arm with his own. You stared at him as he picked up a bag from beside the door,

"What's that?" You cried out as another pain rushed through you, spreading up your back as you felt as though you had been hit by a car.

"The go bag...I was reading up on things. I have clothes in there, for you and the baby," He explained as he began to help you walk towards the elevator, calling Namjoon as he got inside.

"Push!" Jungkook yelled as you sat with your legs propped up on the bed, pushing as hard as you could as you screamed out,

"I don't see you doing this!" You screamed back at him as you shook your head. Sweat pooling down your head as you whimpered,

"Here," Jungkook pushed pillows out from behind you and climbed onto the bed. Legs on either side of your body as he held onto you.

"We can do this together," He whispered as he held onto you, your mind in a spin as you cried. Tears streaming as the doctor below you told you to push again. Your hand gripped onto Jungkook's as you pushed, gripping him tightly as you pushed.

"F-Fuck, that hurts." He whispered as you pushed once again. Holding him the entire time as you pushed.

"Stop," The doctor whispered as she began to make sure everything was going well,

"I can see the head." She announced as she looked up at you and Jungkook together. Your head resting on his chest as you got ready to push once again.

Smiling to yourself you watched as Jungkook bounced your small baby up and down in his arms. She was wrapped in blankets as she slept soundly.

"She's got your face," You whispered as he walked back over to your side of the bed, sitting down on the chair and looking at you and then to the baby.

"She's got your nose," He whispered back as he looked at the sleeping child. Wondering how he could have ever said what he said about not loving her. She was perfect.

"I'm sorry I was awful to your mum." He whispered as he looked from the baby to you again. Too tired to sit up as you smiled weakly at him,

"We forgive you," You told him as you smiled at him holding your daughter.

"I'll never stop making up for it," He told you as he got up to put your daughter down into her crib in the hospital.

"Never?"

"Never," He chuckled sitting down again in the chair as you looked at him, smiling a little more as you began to realise just how sorry he truly was about all of this.

"We'll find a place for you, me and the baby but for now I think the dorms are a good place. The boys will help whenever we need them." He explained as he began to take out his phone. The boys wanted to know when they could come and see your kid and he knew now would be great while she slept.

"For all three of us?" You questioned, wincing as you sat up in the bed and turned to look at him.

"Yes...I mean, I want to be a part of my daughter's life...If that's okay?" Nodding at him you smiled before laying your head back on the pillows.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One Year Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone sang Happy Birthday to your little girl while Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist. The three of you had begun living in the apartment Jungkook took you home to and a relationship bloomed. Maybe it was being forced to be around one another for so long or the fact that you had a child together but there was something there. Jungkook asked you out not long after moving into your own place and the two of you were in a rocky relationship. There were still fights and arguments about the way he had treated you but you were working through them. Working through everything for the sake of your daughter. Who was covered in the cake as she smushed her face into the cake Jin had made for her. All of the boys were like uncles to her, whenever you needed time away for a test or Jungkook was working one of them would offer a helping hand. It was like she had a whole family.

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Past Can Break You - 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: honestly probably not the best ive written... sorry

It’s been almost a week since you told Bucky you needed space. You have barely come out of your room, because you didn’t want to see him, and especially her. You wonder if this is really the end of your relationship. You are grateful that he has given you space, and according to Nat, he hasn’t gone near Dot. Dot has been spending a lot of time down in the lab with Tony. Wanting to learn about technology. Good luck to her.

Over the last few days you have been waking up to soft knocking on your door. You go to open the door and find a single red rose with no note. You figure it is Bucky, and while it makes your heart flutter, you force yourself to leave in on your dresser. As you walk down to the kitchen to eat breakfast you see Nat sitting at the counter.

“Morning, Nat,” you say quietly.

She smiles softly at you, “Morning. How are you feeling?” she asks.

You shrug as you continue making your coffee and grab your fixings for cereal. When you turn around you see Bucky sleepily walk into the kitchen. You look at the bags under his eyes and he stops short and stares at you. You feel your heart break when you know that he doesn’t sleep well without you.

“Morning, Doll,” he says, completely ignoring Nat’s existence.

“Good morning Bucky,” you say. You decide to take your breakfast to go and shuffle around him as he walks further into the room. You stop and turn to look at him again, “Thank you for the roses. They are beautiful, “ you say before leaving.

Bucky sighs heavily when you leave and looks at Nat. “God I hope this works. I can’t live like this much longer, Nat. I miss her so goddamn much,” he says as he puts his face in his hands.

“Barnes man up. This will work. She commented on the roses. She is hurt and doesn’t trust you, which you can’t blame her for. But the fact that she thanked you, tells me that she appreciates you putting in the effort. It’s time to do this. Let her know that you are serious about making her a priority. Now I bought everything. You go get ready and I will get her there, okay?” She says.

Bucky nods and heads out of the kitchen to get ready. He hopes that this will work. He is hoping that if anything it will show you how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous that you will reject him also. But Nat seems to think this will work, so we will see.

You are sitting on your bed, watching Netflix when there is a knock on your door. You call for them to enter and see Nat walk through the door. She walks over and sits on your bed.

“Hey honey, how are you holding up?” she asks as she sits.

You shrug, hugging yourself. “I-I miss him. But I’m still mad at him. But I want to talk to him. But I’m scared that it will end,” you say.

Nat pulls you into a hug, “Honey, I promise he has been moping in his room all week. I don’t think he has gone near her once. Steve has been watching over her, and she has been spending a lot of time in the lab, which is weird, but whatever. He told her he was done and he meant it. Talk to him,” she says.

You can’t help the tears, “Has be been... okay?” you ask.

“He misses you. He wants to make it up to you. Are you ready to hear him out, and have a conversation with him?” Nat asked.

You sigh and think about whether or not you are ready. You look at her and node slowly, causing her to smile. “Good. I was hoping that would be your answer. Now get up and put...” she ran to the bedroom door and grabs a box from the hallway she left there, bringing it back to the bed. “This on. I’ll meet you in the garage in 1 hour,” she says before leaving. You open the box and gasp.

When Nat pulls up to the edge of Central Park, you look at her in question. She nods telling you to go ahead. You get out of the car and start walking down the path. As you get closer to the clearing, you hear light music. You continue walking and finally enter the clearing where you recognize you had your first date with Bucky. You look around and see roses everywhere and candles, along with music.

Finally your eyes meet Bucky, who is standing in the middle of open space. He is wearing a navy blue suit, that matches your navy blue dress that Nat gave you. He has shaved his beard to some light scruff, that makes you swoon. His hair is cut short, and looks so soft. You see he is nervous as he waits for you to make a move.

“Hi Bucky,” you say.

He sighs and gives you a small smile, “Hi baby. I’m glad you came,” he says as he steps up to you with another rose in his hand.

He hands it to you, which causes you to smile, “Well Nat didn’t exactly give me much of a choice,” you say.

He laughs, “Yea, she has been helping me set up all of this. I’m so glad you are here. I-I wanted to... I... Baby, I can’t even find the words to apologize for being such an ass. But I’m done. I told Dot she had to deal with things herself. I told her that you were the one I want. And, I haven’t seen her since. I know that it will take a lot more than a date and begging to get you to forgive me, but I hope that we can recreate our first date because I fell in love with you that night. Not that I am expecting anything, but I owed you, and--”

You cut Bucky off with you lips slotting on his. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you impossibly close. “Bucky, I’m ready to talk. I’m ready to fix this. I’ve missed you. I love you so much, and the fact that you are doing all of this, means so much to me. This isn’t going to fix everything, but I’m ready to talk,” you say.

Bucky leads you to the table and you both sit and talk about the situation. You talk about your fears and how you felt when Dot arrived. You expressed how his actions affected you, and Bucky took everything in stride. When you finally finished going through everything, Bucky then told you how the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He felt that he owed it Dot, because he knows how scary it is to wake up in a different time. And while he used to have love for Dot, the moment he met you and started to date you, Dot no longer held his heart. Only you.

He told you that he will never put anything ahead of you or your relationship again. After you both agreed you will move back into your room, but Bucky still has a lot of things to make up for. You then danced the night away under the stars. You both eventually make your way back to your shared apartment. Bucky surprised you with new lingerie, the same pair he ruined that night. You got a redo of that date night, and this time, Bucky made sure you had several more orgasms, before finishing himself. No interruptions, no ex’s, just the two of you reclaiming your love on each other.

Dot had been trying to figure out what she could do to split you and Bucky up for good. She knew you would be pathetic and fall for his charms again, just like all the girls from back in the day. She had to step up her game in this century though, and who better to learn from then one of the smartest men who happen to live in the compound also.

She started to spend time with Tony to learn the ins and outs of technology in the 21st century. He also taught Dot how utilize FRIDAY. showed her all the fun and cool thing that no one cared to know. Dot made sure she seemed completely excited and interested, which helped Tony’s ego and gave her more information. Eventually Dot figured out something that she could use.

She smiled when she saw both you and Bucky going into shared apartment after your date. While she hated the idea of you and Bucky together, she knew that she could use her new knowledge against you. And now was the perfect time to put that in motion.

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

Not 100% how I feel about this chapter. I felt like it was getting too long so I cut it, but maybe I shouldn’t have. So I’m sorry if it’s not as good. But DRAMA ALERT!! What is Dot going to do? Feedback is appreciated!

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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uhhhh ,, , hi ??

i feel bad bc i havent been here in. LITERALLY forever lmao - hope you guys r all doing good!! ive been working on some stuff but it’s been pretty slow going, and school is also A Thing, so i definitely havent been writing as much as i’d like.

as an apology, have this? really self-indulgent feel-good syndicate + c!dream centric oneshot bc i felt like writing this so u know. why not.

tws: implied torture, abuse, self-harm, disordered eating, starvation mentions, prison arc themes - overall everything’s just blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mentions, not too much angst here for once! c!sam and c!quackity critical, sorry guys but we r still in the prison arc and they still r on their “fuck human rights” arcs.

Dream leaves.

It’s a surprise - or maybe it isn’t one, Niki isn’t quite sure. She’d never grown to quite trust the man, she knows, and she can’t really tell if the bitter twist of emotion that swells up her chest when Phil comes to her city with the news is betrayal or resignation - what can she say. She’s gotten more than her fair share of broken promises. They don’t exactly faze her anymore.

None of them seem all that surprised, save Techno, who entirely fails to hide the worry that flickers over his face when he calls the Syndicate meeting to officially inform them of what’s going on. She shares quick, careful glances with the other members when his back is turned - despite how many times he’s been burned, Techno still seems so adamant at holding onto every thread, trusting all too easily those who would use and leave him behind without a second glance. He can handle himself, she knows. Still, that’s not going to stop her from slapping Dream upside the head for being yet another worthless person to betray her friend’s forgiving nature.

Nothing much changes in the next few weeks. Niki has to admit, it’s strange without Dream around - he’d not been an ally, much less a friend before dipping completely, but he had been some sort of constant - and Niki is self aware enough to know that she misses him, a little, the same sort of way you might miss an old routine once it’s gone, if only for the familiarity. She still visits Techno and Phil with various baked goods, knowing that Phil would have his hands full just keeping Techno from running himself ragged - makes sure to check on Ranboo, whose nerves have inevitably returned with Dream’s disappearance. To be honest, she doesn’t worry as much as he does - ally or not, she’s spent enough time with the Dream that had left prison to expect that he won’t exactly be able to get himself very far should he come for the four of them, and doesn’t particularly care about he might pull with the rest of the server - if things get bad, she’s sure Phil and Techno will have it handled. She asks Phil, once, what happened, and he shrugs.

“I don’t know, mate,” he heaves a chest to the side, pulling out a stack of stone blocks that Niki gladly holds for him. “One day we woke up and he was just- gone. Everything. Was like he wasn’t ever there at all.”

Niki hums. “Why’d you think he’d do something like that?”

“If I could understand half of why Dream does what he does, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?” He smiles at her from behind a crate. “Shall we bring these things upstairs and start on dinner?”

Niki laughs, knowing that the conversation about Dream is over. “Of course, Phil.”

Dinner is a welcome distraction; all of them have gotten better at cooking in recent months, between her baking and the veritable library of recipes Phil knows that she’s never even heard of, but Phil is still the only one she really trusts to hold his own behind the stove - Ranboo is still a little too nervous around water, and fire, and much of everything, and though Techno can be a perfectly capable cook, he’s been distracted as of late. She has a strong feeling that left to his own devices, he’d just grab a stack of steak and disappear for another few weeks, searching the server for information.

Honestly, she’s a little thrown off by his behavior - he’d not done anything like this with Tommy, if she remembers right, and had hardly seemed affected by Wilbur’s betrayal on the Sixteenth at all (then again, she was a little too lost in her own head to notice if he was.) She tosses her head over to ask Phil, who’s leaning over a few carrots he’s slicing to throw into the stew he’s making, and the man pauses, frowns.

“From what I know,” he starts, words slow, careful, “they’d spent three months in there together, and the conditions weren’t exactly- stellar. According to what Techno said, I’d assumed they had come to some sort of understanding.” He goes back to the carrots, expression dipping into shadow and out of sight. “Guess I was wrong.”

Niki hums. She can see it, sort of - spending months together with someone, no matter how insufferable, probably would end with some degree of attachment - she thinks back to plotting through sleepless nights with Jack, anger and grief leaving them simmering, crabs in the same pot of boiling water, remembers looking into his dead-eyed gaze and seeing her own stare back - and feels a brief pang of guilt. Besides, Techno is Techno. She’d never met someone so willing to forgive, understand, reach out despite everything that’s happened - for Dream to take advantage of that feels almost too obvious. Of course he would - what were they all thinking?

“He’s Dream,” she says as if that explains everything, flipping open the oven door and feeling a wave of heat blast her face. Phil hums lowly, understanding. “I hope Techno will be alright.”

“He’s tough,” Phil cracks a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “And he has us on his side. He’ll get through.”

Niki opens her mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the front door slamming open. Outside their quaint little cottage, the wind howls - it sounds like the beginning of a blizzard out there, flurries painting the world in a thick blanket of white. In the door, Techno strides into the entrance with loud, decisive movements, shutting the door loud enough to make the walls shake. Inadvertently, Niki finds her eyes drawn to the small pile of snow that he’s tracked into the house - Techno’s usually so careful to kick it all off on the porch, never liked it much when there was a pile of melting ice and snow dampening the floorboards and soaking into his shoes. He huffs harshly, stripping off a snow-dusted scarf from his face - a long, multicolored abomination that had been the product of her attempting to teach Ranboo how to knit. Phil has reached his side, hands splayed over his upper arms, eyes soft in the corners from concern.

“Techno, mate-” his tone is chiding but his movements gentle as he brushes snow off of Techno’s signature cloak, “you’ve gotten snow everywhere. What were you doing, dueling a blizzard?”

Techno shakes his head, not meeting Phil’s banter as usual, fur sticking up from the snow melted into it. His voice is gruff and holds little humor - unconsciously, Niki feels her shoulders tense.

“Phil, call a Syndicate meeting.”

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Phil, per usual, is unrelenting, so it’s not until a quick dinner and some hurried messages to their final member later that the Syndicate is gathered in their meeting room, Techno pacing the length of the room as they wait in their respective seats. He looks less frazzled than he did when he first entered the house, in part due to Phil’s sitting him down to eat and picking through his fur to smooth it out of its windblown spikes and tangles - Techno had grumbled at him to stop preening him, but looked a lot more relaxed by the time they were all finished with their food. Still, his ear flicks periodically, twitching toward ssome sound that Niki can’t hear, movements tighter and jerkier than she is used to. He’d always been a little flightier after the prison, but not quite like this - everything here feels like that but dialed up to eleven. Inexplicably, it reminds her of Dream.

“Techno?” Phil gestures towards his seat, prompting, and he settles into it with an obliging huff.

“Y’know, Phil, the code names are kinda pointless if we never use ‘em,” he says, words carrying no real heat - he looks back at the rest of them, lips thinning into a line. “Anyway. I called this meeting because I found a couple leads on Dream.”

“O-oh,” Ranboo stutters, tail lashing behind him.

“You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, mate,” Phil reminds him gently, a sentiment that Niki affirms with a determined nod.

“There’ve been some reports- rumors, really,” Techno says, calling their attention again, and they all turn towards him, “of increased activity around the prison again. The Warden spending more time on its grounds, movement seen around the walls and around the portal- so I decided to go check it out for myself.”

Niki frowns, and watches as Phil does the same beside her - Techno had seemed to avoid the prison if he could help it, save for when he went on the initial mission to break Dream out. It was no secret to them that he didn’t exactly like the place.

“We could’ve helped if you asked,” Phil reminds him, and Techno shakes his head.

“I know, Phil. It’s just- that place is bad news. I’d rather keep you guys away from there if I can-” his hand goes to his head with a poorly hidden wince. “Sorry, Chat’s a little- worked up, at the minute.”

“Sorry, we’ll stop interrupting you,” Niki says, cutting off Phil before he says anything else. “So you went to the prison?”

Techno takes a second to gather his thoughts, mumbling quietly in the way that usually means he’s telling off Chat. “Right- I decided to stake out the portal. The rumors were right- Sam has been hanging around there, entered and left the prison four times yesterday. And today-” he hesitates, expression visibly darkening. “This morning, about an hour after the Warden arrived, Quackity came to the prison and went through the portal. He left the grounds about six hours later.”

“Quackity?” Niki frowns, eyes flicking over to how Phil has stilled in his seat. “What is Quackity doing at the prison?”

Phil ignores her question, reaching towards Techno, something indiscernible in his gaze. “Mate…”

“He smelled of blood when he left,” Techno says, words sharp, and Niki feels her heart skip a beat. “Warden left about half an hour after, and I came back here.”

Ranboo clears his throat, sounding tentative. “Okay,” he drums his hand on the table when they turn towards him, eyebrows drawn, “but what, exactly, does this have to do with, uh, Dream?”

Techno and Phil trade glances, one of their bouts of unspoken conversation that Niki’s grown extremely used to. They seem strangely hesitant, she notes internally, Phil looking towards Techno with a question written clearly in the planes of his face. Techno sighs, a long puff of air through his lips as he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the table.

“You know how Dream was- injured,” he starts slowly, looking back up at them. Niki shifts uncomfortably - of course she noticed, it was impossible not to - if not the bandages that peeked under his sleeves and the cuffs of his pants, then how skinny he’d been, all skin and bones curled up uncomfortably in a pile at the corner of Techno’s couch. She’d not know the extent, by any means, and had always assumed that they’d been self-inflicted - she’d been in a bad enough place on her own before to know how your head can make you want to hurt, sometimes, how eating food can feel like choking on sawdust and the world could feel so much smaller when focused into delicate pricks of pain. Phil’s eyes are trained on Techno - on his face, then on the pinkish raised skin of a still-healing scar along his forearm, and she feels understanding settle like a rock in her gut.

“The Warden had apparently been lettin’ Quackity into the cell to torture Dream for the revive book,” Techno trails off, eyes narrowed and seemingly fixed on a random point of the opposite wall. “By the time I go there, it’d been goin’ on for months.”

“But wait,” Ranboo’s tail moves even more erratically behind him, “You mean you think he’s back- there? How?”

“He has to be back in the prison,” Techno points out. “I can’t imagine anyone besides him that the two of them are goin’ to just start torturin’- Sam had been iffy about the whole thing when Quackity started in on me. It has to be Dream in there again.”

“But how did he get in there, then?” Ranboo asks, visibly confused. “Last time it took the entire server to lock him up!”

“There were no signs of a struggle,” Niki points out, matter of fact. “I believe you, Techno, but I don’t really know how they managed to drag him back so easily. I can’t imagine he was jumping at the chance to go back in there.”

Techno shakes his head with an uneasy sigh.

“I have a feelin’ of what might’ve happened,” he says quietly. “And I really hope that I’m wrong and he’s less of an idiot than I think he is.”

---

They set out to investigate - and maybe attack - the next day, Techno and Phil taking on the bulk of preparations as Ranboo stays behind. He’d been understandably uneasy about the whole mission, so they’d left him back by the Syndicate room to set off their pearls in case anything went wrong. (“By the end of the day,” Techno had said, giving Phil a look with the corner of his lip quirked upwards, “don’t be like Phil here and think I meant the end of the month, alright?”) They’d all be supplied with armor and weapons, thanks to Phil, but she’d been handed the bulk of their potions, arranged neatly in her inventory by type in case they’d be needed. She lingers in the back of the room as Phil and Techno chat amiably over the sound of making last minute repairs on their armor, listens to Techno’s ceaseless reminders for Phil to be careful, watches as they make sure that their stasis chambers are properly prepared should they need them.

(She watches as Phil nudges Techno’s shoulder when he lingers behind a certain chair, empty as long as she’s been part of the Syndicate, the fountain behind it bubbling quietly without a pearl inside. Techno sighs, expression strange.

“Should’ve set him up with one,” he says, quiet, and Phil pats him on the back.

“You couldn’t have known, mate. We wanted to wait a little before telling him about the Syndicate, remember?”

Techno hums, noncommittal. “Still.”)

They Nether travel to the site of Techno’s lookout, which ends up being a little shambling thing with dirt walls dug into a small hill looking towards the prison portal, having hardly enough space to fit the three of them. Phil looks at it with no small amount of apprehension, and Techno shrugs lightly, wearing an expression that makes Phil turn to him with a look that makes Niki break into giggles. Techno crosses his arms- “in my defense-” and Phil looks up at the dirt ceiling with a long-suffering sigh.

“You couldn’t have made this a little roomier, mate?” Phil asks, voice dry as kindling, and Techno raises his hands by his head.

“Hey hey, it’s discreet, it gets the job done, it’s perfectly structurally sound-” the sound of the leftmost wall crumbling, along with the cloud of dust that puffs from it and fills their tiny space, undermines the tail end of his statement and leaves him sputtering, Niki falling into another fit of quiet giggles. Underneath it all, Phil sighs again, raising his wings behind him.

“...these are going to take so long to clean out.”

To his credit, Techno looks sheepish. “Sorry, Phil.”

They sober up quickly; Techno turns around to the opposite side of the hill, where he’s hidden some peepholes inside the dirt - Niki settles herself by one, leaning forwards to put her eye to it and catch a glimpse of the prison looming over the water. It’s been repaired since the breakout, she notes, the gaping hole in the roof completely gone and replaced with obsidian, as intimidating and undamaged as it had been before, if not more so. Phil makes a considering sound from behind her.

“Same plan as last time?” He asks, and Techno shakes his head.

“They’ve probably reinforced it, and Dream’s blueprints won’t include anything new the Warden’s added. I wouldn’t be surprised if they moved Dream to a different location completely. We don’t want to draw too much attention, either, we were cutting it pretty close during the breakout.” He narrows his eyes. “I was thinking we’d try something a little stealthier, this time. “

He gestures at Niki, who blinks back at him with wide eyes.

“You got a couple of invis potions for us?”

She distributes the potions among them all, one regular and two splash potions of invisibility each, and Techno points towards the prison once she’s done.

“The most important thing is to get through the portal,” he says with a grim expression. “Worst comes to worst, once we’re inside we can always blast our way through - but gettin’ through that portal is our first priority.”

Phil narrows his eyes at him. “The portal is locked, though. We’ll need to follow someone else inside- and I’m pretty sure Sam uses pearls, so he’s out.”

Techno nods. “Which is why I’m bankin’ on the prison gettin’ another visitor today. We’ll just have to wait.”

Niki swallows. “Do you mean-”

“Quackity?” Techno turns away, not quite meeting her eyes. “I’m not totally sure, but he’s not exactly the type to just give up on his goals. He’s pretty predictable- an empire needs an emperor, always needs something new to rule- you know the type,” he says, tipping his head towards Phil. “He’ll be mad at Dream for disappearin’ on him and won’t miss the opportunity to prove he has the upper hand again. I’m not sure that he’s going to come today-”

“-but you wouldn’t really be surprised, either,” Phil finishes for him, eyes steely with cold determination. “I trust your judgement, mate. Just stay safe- from what I’ve heard, Quackity has been...erratic.”

“When is he not,” Techno huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, Phil. Just be careful, both of you. Don’t get too close. And if things get messy- which is what we’re tryin’ to avoid, by the way- then don’t do anything too risky. Our priority is gettin’ in and out alive.”

“We can handle ourselves, Techno,” Niki reminds him with a small smile. “And Ranboo is there in case anything goes wrong.”

“Alright, then. Here’s the plan.”

---

It takes quite a long time for Quackity to arrive, long minutes that Niki spends fidgeting in the corner of the room, brushing her hands over seams of the netherite plates that Phil had shoved into her hands, back at the Syndicate room. The set is inexplicably light - not weightless, by any means, as it is still netherite, but not nearly as bulky as any set of netherite armor she’s owned or seen in the past. The runes are precise, lines thin and exact, written with graceful strokes of lapis.

“Phil’s the best metalworker I’ve ever met,” Techno tells her with a small grin, catching her in the middle of tracing what she can make out as an Unbreaking rune along the metal strapped to her forearm. “But then again, he’s had the time to practice.”

“Are you calling me old again?” Phil huffs, and Techno flashes a smile her direction before looking at Phil with a slight grin.

“Well, Chat is,” he says, lips twitching when Phil glares back.

“You can’t just blame Chat every time you insult me, you little shit,” Phil groans, and Techno only grins wider.

“Phil, my ad revenue,” he complains, a dramatic lilt to his voice that has Niki stifling a snort, and Phil’s glare only grows deadlier.

“You’ll have more than your ad revenue to worry about if you keep this up,” he mumbles, going back to keep watch at one of the peepholes and stilling as he does. “Shit- Techno, Quackity’s here.”

Techno straightens up, hindered slightly by the low ceiling of their room. “Alright- we all know the plan, right?”

Niki nods in the affirmative, pulling out a splash invis and letting it settle in her hand, the glass cool beneath her fingertips. She reaches into her inventory and lets her armor fade into it, takes a deep breath and watches as the two across from her do the same. She doesn’t wear armor often, but so close to the prison, feeling mining fatigue settling deep into her bones - she’s never missed the security it offers more. Techno keeps watch, waiting- drops his arm in a signal. Now.

Niki throws the potion at their feet, flinching back at the sound of shattering glass and feeling its effects seep into her skin. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything but the inside of the room that they’d holed themselves in and the faintest of wisps rising from where their feet must be, curling around the grass.

(Please let this work, she begs to no one in particular as they walk towards the prison. And if you can hear me- please keep us all safe.)

She hardly breathes as they follow Quackity across the path, holding someone’s hand in her own - Phil’s, by the feel of it - careful to muffle her footsteps in the grass and stand still whenever Quackity’s eyes come a little too close. Thankfully for them, he seems focused, hardly stopping or looking around at all as he walks towards the prison’s portal, movements stiff as he walks forward. He punches the button on the wall particularly harshly, and Sam’s voice comes crackling through a speaker a second later.

“I’m here for my visit,” Quackity says, punctuating the sentence with a snort of laughter that doesn’t sound particularly sincere. Niki hasn’t seen him in a long while, not after everything that happened in Pogtopia, and she feels a chill worm down her spine - this man looks nothing like the one that had laughed and danced and sung at her birthday party what feels like an eternity ago. What happened?

Sam sighs, the sound turning into a sharp burst of static through the speakers. “Hello Quackity,” he says, voice deep and tired. “Please step into the portal after I tell you to and then wait on the other side.”

“I know the drill, Sam,” Quackity rolls his eyes. “Just because the bastard was gone for a few weeks doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how this damn place works.”

“Just going through protocol, Quackity,” Sam replies, and something about this response has Quackity exploding into a brief fit of laughter, the sound grating against Niki’s ears. She feels her grip tighten on Phil’s hand, air caught in her throat.

“Protocol- ha. Whatever you wanna tell yourself, pal.” Quackity smiles, cold and cruel, and Niki tries not to think about how she’d seen that same grin on Wilbur, eyes sparkling from the light of the lanterns hung from the bridges and walls of their ravine, remember how she’d looked into them and realized her old friend wasn’t there, anymore. Quackity disappears into the portal, and after a second, the hand around her own pulls her inside of it too.

On the other side, Quackity taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms and waiting- Sam’s voice comes through the speakers again, words clipped.

“Go through the portal,” he says, and Quackity does- once again, they wait for a second for his body to disappear, then go within it themselves, pressed close enough together within its frame for Niki to feel the warmth of a wing wrap around her shoulders for a quick second before they’re out of the hot, stifling air of the Nether and into a large, neatly made lobby of blackstone and quartz. They duck into a corner, watching as Quackity moves towards the front counter, the Warden waiting there with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks- tired. His movements are slow, footsteps loud against the floor, shoulders tense and back hunched. He walks around the counter, sword strapped to his belt, and Niki feels her breath hitch at the sight of dried blood still stuck to the blade in patches and splatters.

“He ready?” Quackity asks, holding his hands out - Niki catches a flash of metal as Sam drops something into them, watches as Quackity raises what ends up being a pair of shears, dangerous-looking and gleaming with enchants, to the light.

“Yes,” Sam says, side-eyeing Quackity with a small glare. “You know, it’s supposed to be your job to clean those things off when you’re done with them.”

“I told you, busy day back in Las Nevadas yesterday,” Quackity waves a hand- “I’ll do it, alright? Don’t get all pissy now. What happened to being partners?”

“You said we’d be done with this months ago, Quackity,” Sam sighs, and Niki feels a light tug on her arm as Quackity and Sam begin to walk towards the wall to the right of them, breathes in slow and deep as she follows Techno and Phil towards the others. The wall yawns open with the hiss of redstone firing and pistons pulling blocks upwards, opening into a dark hallway that feels like entering the maw of some sort of giant, insatiable beast. They step inside as one, and the door shuts behind them.

“We’ll be done soon enough,” Quackity says, and Niki feels hairs rising on the back of her neck. “Trust me.”

They stalk forwards through a labyrinth of blackstone, Niki brushing the palms of her hand against her clothes when it goes clammy from adrenaline. Halfway through, she pauses to tip back a second potion of invisibility, careful to keep her movements slow and steady as not to make a sound - the liquid is silvery, cool and light on her tongue, and she lets the effects wash over her with her breath caught in her lungs before moving forward. The tunnels are simpler than she’d expected, bearing little obstacles or checkpoints - Quackity makes a wry comment a second after (“Guard tunnels today, huh? Appreciate the hustle, pal-”) that confirms her suspicions. Despite the potion particles still whirling around their bodies and the sounds of their footsteps, too loud in her own ears, they manage to make it forwards without much trouble, entering a large room with a doorway filled completely with a curtain of lava.

“Set your spawn,” Sam says, still stoic, and Quackity rolls his eyes again before doing as told. Niki keeps looking back at the lava flowing past the wall, its heat filling the room and making her already slick palms even worse, and Sam moves to the side to flick a lever, eyes trained on the lava slowly bubbling in front of him.

“Give me your tools?” Quackity asks, and Sam sighs before doing so - Niki watches as he hands over a netherite axe, then potions, then a few raw potatoes that Quackity accepts and puts into his inventory. Sam raises an eyebrow once he’s done, hand tight around the handle of his trident.

“You bring your own sword, today?” He asks, seeming irritated, and Quackity shrugs.

“Sorry pal, I need to make a new one. Guess I’m borrowing yours again.”

Sam sighs again, louder, and hands over his sword as well, watching as Quackity swings it a few times experimentally. The blade skims a little too close to her on one swing and she can’t quite help the squeak that escapes her lips as she throws herself out of the way, feels her heart hammer in her ears as she backs up against the wall. Please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that-

“Quackity, wait.” Sam raises a hand, ear twitching as he looks over in her direction with narrowed eyes. “I think I heard something.”

Oh fuck.

“Well, guess show’s up then,” Techno drawls, and both of them whirl towards his voice, giving Niki enough time to pull her armor back on, scrambling to get her sword and shield in her hands as Phil does the same besides her. Pieces of armor appear where Techno is standing, then a bucket of milk- oh, why must her friends be so dramatic- and Techno’s standing there, smiling sharply, with Orphan Obliterator held loosely at his side. “Let’s get this done, then.”

As one, Techno and Phil blur into action - Techno moves forward to catch the prongs of Sam’s trident on his blade as Phil parries Quackity’s blows with his own sword- they move fluidly, easily covering each other’s backs as the room devolves into chaos. Niki remembers their guidance as she flits in and out of the fight, scoring quick hits to keep the Warden and Quackity off balance while remaining out of range from their weapons, and it’s not long before both of them have fallen with a spray of items and experience orbs scattered all over the floor.

Techno moves over to block off the exposed face of the bed with a block, looking over at the two of them with an uncharacteristically severe expression. “They’ll be back soon- we have to move fast. Niki, you have those fire res, right?”

She nods as she reaches into her inventory, finding the potion’s orange-pink glow and smashing it at their feet. They dive into the lava together, Niki scrambling to keep up, her arms struggling to move through the thick lava, loses sight of both until she flails into something directly in front of her and hands are pulling her up out of the lava.

“There you go, mate,” Phil smiles down at her as hauls herself to her feet, making a face at the feeling of the lava clinging to her clothes. “Yeah, swimming through lava isn’t exactly fun. You good?” She flashes him a thumbs up, and he laughs- “Niki, you’re still invisible.” She flushes pink- right.

A few sips of milk later, she gives him a proper thumbs up, and he laughs, loud and bright. She looks past him to where Techno’s crouched over something- someone, she realizes with a start, in the corner. Dream’s back in prison clothes, ragged and ill-fitting, and he’s curled up with his back towards the front of the cell, shaking enough to be obvious even from where she’s standing. Techno speaks lowly, voice barely more than a deep rumble in the air, almost inaudible.

“You there, Dream?”

She watches as Dream turns his head, looking up with wide, bleary eyes. His hair flops in front of his face, and something within her itches to brush it out of the way. “T-Techno?”

“Yeah nerd, who else?” Techno smiles, and Dream seems to blink awake, drawing himself up with a shuddery breath.

“Techno- it’s a trap- what are you doing here?” he hisses, and Techno gives him a look, deadpan.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a trap- come on, Dream, we’ve been over this by now, bro. You have to know that their traps aren’t goin’ to do anything to me by now,” Techno rolls his eyes, reaching forward to steady his hands on Dream’s shoulders when the other man sputters and struggles to breathe. “Easy, now. Geez, you wanted to prove me wrong about being homeless bad enough that you came back here? We could’ve just made you a house, you know. You didn’t have to go this far.”

“I- they were gonna kill you,” Dream breathes, face twisted up uncomfortably, and his eyes flick past Techno’s face to where Phil and Niki are standing at the opposite wall of the cell. “All of you- they said-”

“And that’s what I thought you’d say,” Techno groans. “Come on, you idiot, I thought you were smarter than this-”

“They were right there, Techno!” Dream fires back, eyes alight. “You- they were right there, what were you thinking, they could’ve-!”

“And my best friend is a necromancer, remember?” Techno shakes his head. “Come on, Dream- Sam and Quackity? You know we can handle them in a fight, especially when you can just revive us if anything goes wrong. You don’t have to do this whole self-sacrifice thing, bro- there’s only so many times I can break into the same prison, y’know.”

“You’re so stupid,” Dream huffs, but he leans in anyway, head just barely settling against Techno’s shoulder. “I- I can’t believe. You’re so dumb.”

“Hey, don’t be sayin’ that to the guy that’s breakin’ you out of prison,” Techno laughs, slinging Dream over his shoulder with an easy motion and laughing harder when it makes him yelp. “That’s just bein’ ungrateful. You’re making Chat sad, man, and when they’re sad they don’t subscribe-”

“I regret this entirely,” Dream says, voice muffled against Techno’s shirt, tone completely flat. “Put me down- you idiot- I’m staying here. You’re worse than Quackity.”

“Rude. Now you’ve really made Chat mad. I demand an apology-”

“Boys, boys.” Niki can’t help giggling, watching the way their gazes snap towards her, rolling her eyes as she moves forward with a few potions held loosely in her hand. “Dream, do you want a health pot?”

Dream seems to deliberate for a second, before nodding at her, expression slightly strained. “...sure.”

“You two can finish your argument after we’ve broken out of the biggest maximum security prison on the server,” Phil drawls from behind her, arms crossed at his chest. “Come on, now, before Sam gets back.”

“Isn’t this the only maximum security prison on the server?” Techno asks aloud, an amused expression on his face - one that only gets worse when Phil glares at him with one ice-blue eye.

“Shut-” he sighs, shaking his head. “You two are chaotic little shits, you know that?”

“Don’t compare me to him, Phil,” Techno complains, Dream mirroring his words with muffled protests of his own, and Phil breathes another drawn-out, long-suffering sigh as he rubs at the bridge of his nose.

“Niki, give us some fire res please?”

She finds the potion bottle between giggles, throwing it to the ground as she tries to choke down the laughter rapidly bubbling up her throat. “Of course, Phil.”

She looks back at Techno and Dream before jumping into the lava, the two of them once again lost in some sort of argument, Dream draped over Techno’s shoulder. He’s breathing easier now, she notes, and Techno looks looser too - a little less tense, leaning back with a perpetual quirk to the corner of his lip as they fire insults back and forth. This is familiar, she recognizes with a soft twist in her chest, the same way that Phil and Techno can finish each other’s sentences and look at each other with laughing eyes sharing the same memories of the past, the same way Ranboo watches Techno’s every step as he adjusts his stance and lifts his sword and Techno laughs and calls him a main character in turn, the same way she and Phil will settle together on the porch over cups of tea and sit at each other’s sides for hours. The rhythm between them is one well-established, the road well-worn - she imagines them, huddled in this dingy cell for months together, and breathes in slow and deep.

“Come on,” she smiles, making sure to keep it on her face when Dream meets her eyes with wide, startled ones of his own. Dream still isn’t an ally, and isn’t a friend.

But - she watches as he smiles back, something inexplicably warm in her chest - maybe, one day, he could be.

#tw torture #tw abuse #tw self harm #tw disordered eating #tw ed #tw sh #prison arc #pandora's vault #tw starvation #c!sam critical #c!quackity critical #my writing :D #> my writing

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IRIS: I…. guess?

PUPIL: FLIP YES

CEREBELLE: ….

MR. MAXILLA: Okaaay!~ That’s a yes and a guess! That’ll suffice just fine!

Mr. Maxilla reaches up and pulls down a projector screen. He takes a big breath, revving up for his massive blast from the past.

MR. MAXILLA: So the situation behind the wish is really quite obstructed if you view it as somebody new! It’s hard to believe even for me that there was a time before the president and bastions had any say in anything - BUT THERE WAS! And I was there! Before we had any systems in place there was just this one object, a glowing beacon of light called THE WISH, and as its name suggests it could grant anyone’s wildest desires! But because this fine land of Frayzend had no interference in the wish or who used it, it was chaos! Chaos everywhere! Entire different areas being created left and right! Anyone who was anyone could have as much power as they want, which at first sounds REALLY FUN if you have no idea how a little thorn in your side called Mutually Ensured Destruction works! So BASICALLY one day an oodle honeybunch of fine folks banded together and decided it was enough of chaos and time for something new - introducing AN ELECTION SYSTEM. Everyone would vote for a president to be elected who from then on would, by the guidance of The Wish, put into place the existence of BASTIONS. Basically simply people who governed over the areas that were originally created in The Wish’s chaos days who’d serve as ambassadors of their zones, who’d go up to the pres and speak for what them and those within their confines needed so their wishes could be granted in a safer way - and I was one of them!

MR. MAXILLA: There were a bunch of other bastions, uh - Ciliary and Palmar from Uptown, Thala-whatsit-thermostat from that pretentious Imaginaria place, boy am I sure glad she lost the election - Larynx of Wildside was a big one, what a thrillseeker that guy used to be. ME, of course~, andddd…whatsherface from Wheresville!

MR. MAXILLA: As for the PRESIDENNTTT~, he spent most his time in the capital of Frayzend, Cell City, in that big Nerve Center home-government building of his….he was elected, so on and so forth, the bastions were chosen, The Wish was kept nice and neat in the Nerve Center, so forth and so on, everything went well for a long long time but….

IRIS: But what?

MR. MAXILLA: Well, you’re probably aware of the President’s disappearance, but also on that dark fateful day, his brother and his advisor went equally missing-without-a-trace as well. Nobody could track them down, unfortunately, and that left us bastions with no clue as what to do.

PUPIL: SO WHAT HAPPENED?

MR. MAXILLA: So in our search for the president, we came across in his files a …’contingency’.

MR. MAXILLA: It stated that in the presidents absence we were not to re-elect, but instead to dismantle The Wish - as if left along with someone not directly entrusted, we could be flung into chaos once more. It went on to say that though it should be dismantled, each Bastion should try to preserve each fragment to the best of their ability, saying very vaguely that the “right one” would come to remedy this all, traveling from Bastion to Bastion, and only they, someone pure of mind, could put The Wish back together, and that only they ‘knew what to wish for’.

MR. MAXILLA: But, when we all went to go take apart that Wish, we found something.

MR. MAXILLA: The Wish was somehow still echoing someone else’s’ voice, presumably someone who’d used it prior.

MR. MAXILLA: And the voice that repeated from inside…kept on saying….

MR. MAXILLA: “Show me the truth.”

MR. MAXILLA: …

MR. MAXILLA: Soooo~ NATURALLY we took it apart without second hesitation and got the pieces like we were ordered to and now we’ve never spoken to each other from that day forward! Any questions?!

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Nili’s Benchmark Geraskier Fic Rec List

hey yall! I officially hit 750 followers (a few days ago, I blew past the benchmark without even realizing!), which is... insane. I truly can’t believe that so many people over the last year have enjoyed my presence in this fandom enough to continue to follow my work. you guys are so great and I love you all so much, so I decided to put together a gift for you!

this is a list of my favorite geraskier fics from the fandom, which I have been putting together over the last year or so. a few of these are big in the fandom, but a lot of them are smaller pieces that I feel deserve more attention! I have provided ao3 and tumblr links where I could find them, as well as ratings and summaries. Most of these are canon!verse because I’m not personally a big fan of modern au’s, but there will be a few of those scattered throughout as well. I’ve divided the fics into two sections: oneshots and multichapter. See the list below the cut!

Being in this fandom truly has gotten me through the pandemic in a big way and I have made so many good friends while here. thank you all for validating my weird obsession with these characters and enabling me in these trying times <3

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all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) | M | 7517 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | @xdandelionxbloomx

Somewhere, deep in a forest, a man drags himself from his grave by sheer power of will. He lies gasping on the forest floor and does not know who or what he is. The world is wide and wonderful, though, and there is so much to see.

Or, Jaskier is so stubborn that he literally comes back from the dead.

Another fascinating addition to the mythology of the Witcher. Jaskier’s slow rediscovery of himself is so well done here. One I’ve come back to again and again.

As Fast As Love Can Go | T | 9628 | @bygodstillam

There are Faeries in the Wood.

That's what everyone said, at least, not that there was any solid proof. Jaskier had tried, more than once, to find some. Just a hint somewhere, of a real story, of real magic. But all anyone seemed to have was stories.

Jaskier was determined to find proof. He wasn't expecting to find a witcher in the process.

Fascinating fic with some really interesting worldbuilding, and a fresh new take on True Love’s Kiss. Also with some great art by @hehearse!

beautiful, he stirs up still things | T | 2575 | @alittlebitmaybe

“You’re not asking me to dance,” says Geralt.

Jaskier turns his palm up on his knee, offering it. “I think you’ll find I am.”

Just them dancing. This is a lovely sort of pre-relationship dynamic. So soft.

Dialogue Prompt | NR | 2932 | @reinvent-and-believe

Dialogue Prompt 48: “You make me want things I can’t have.” Wordless I-love-you 50: buying them a special treat when you go out shopping

Geralt gets Jaskier a gift, which prompts some confessions.

Even a small love | E | 22,272 | WARNING: Rape/Non-Con

“Well,” Jaskier replies distractedly. “Lots of things want to strangle you.”

“You don’t.”

It isn’t a particularly troublesome accusation, or even necessarily an accusation at all.

This is one I read early on in the fandom, and it really stuck with me. The dynamic between Jaskier and Geralt is perfect, and the misunderstandings between them feel so realistic. The non-con is not extreme, but do mind the warnings.

For the Space of a Heartbeat | T | 2021 | @drowningbydegrees

As it turns out, falling into bed with your very best friend who you are privately very much in love with isn't nearly so nerve wracking as waking up with them the morning after.

Just sweet, morning after discussions. I love to see them talking for once.

Greensleeves | T | 10,414 | @rebrandedbard

When Geralt crosses paths with Jaskier in the spring, the world is dressed in green. Quite literally. Everyone everywhere is wearing green, and it all comes down to a song Jaskier has written that, to his mortification, has become popular throughout the Continent. It's torment, being forced to preform the song over and over again and have his heart broken anew. But who is this Lady Greensleeves the people say Jaskier is so maddeningly, heartbrokenly in love with? At the baron's wedding party, Geralt is determined to find out.

This is one of my personal faves - there’s just something about Jaskier’s feelings being put on blast while Geralt remains totally oblivious that I think is so very them. And the resolution at the end is delightful.

I Don’t Wanna Fall (If It’s Not In Love) | E | 13,902 | @writinglizards

The first time it's out of desperation. Things get rapidly out of hand from there.

OR the building of a relationship through mutual wank sessions.

I love everything Ashley writes, but this one was the first fic I read by her and it still has a warm place in my heart. I also highly recommend It’s Been A While (makes me cry every time) and Tell Me Honestly

Like a Storm, Like a Flood | T | 1065 | @valdomarx

Jaskier is leaving for the winter, and Geralt can't bear the thought of not seeing him for months.

It was soooo hard to pick only one fic by George, but this one is so soft and sweet and yearning I just had to go with it. This is really just about Geralt finally hitting a breaking point and saying enough is enough.

one flesh | E | 10,763 | WARNING: MCD

“Well, then. I’m a ghost.” Jaskier spread his arms grandly. Geralt held his gaze for a moment, then dropped his head and laughed. Jaskier put his hands on his hips. “Do fill me in on what’s so funny.” It wasn’t funny. It was just so - ridiculous, the things Geralt’s fucked up brain would invent. This had to be the last nail in the sanity coffin, it just had to be.

Or: Jaskier is a ghost, and Geralt is a mess.

Jaskier dies and comes back as a ghost to haunt Geralt into taking care of himself. Geralt does not handle this gracefully. This fic is so sad and heartbreaking, but the ending is so sweet.

to render it transparent | E | 23,901

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

Sigh. This fic. This is a time travel fic - Geralt ends up in the future living with Jaskier on the coast, just after the mountain. It’s slow and beautiful and extremely bittersweet, all about how we choose to love people despite how much it can hurt us.

With All the Continent A Stage | M | 4745 | @greyduckgreygoose

Later, Geralt learned that the play was four hours long. Four hours long. It didn’t feel like it. Most of it passed by in a fever dream of ominous music, dance-fighting and dryads in gossamer leaves, swinging from hoops attached to the ceiling. Yennefer made an appearance, played by Priscilla in a glittering negligee. She sang a song to Geralt about putting him “Under Her Spell”, and they had a sensual dance number which was made a little strange by a sickened Jaskier (played by Jaskier) coughing loudly in the background.

(Jaskier invites Geralt to a musical production inspired by his own life.)

Jaskier basically writes Geralt a love letter in the form of a four hour long play. Geralt is an idiot about it.

Multi-Chapter Fics

A Lover’s Lament | M | 25,364 | @somedrunkpirate

So,” Jaskier begins, as casually as he can, “you are telling me, that in theory, if I were to be in love with someone — anyone — that person could well be in terrible danger?”

Of all terrible and ridiculous things that have threatened Geralt’s safety, Jaskier’d never thought that loving him might be what will get him killed.

I honestly can’t count the number of times I’ve read this fic. The monster is so interesting, and the mythos of it fits seamlessly into the world of the Witcher in my mind. Jaskier being so afraid that his feelings are going to put Geralt at risk, clearly unable to see that Geralt is going through the exact same thing. I think about the scene with them looking at each other almost daily.

A Pair of Gloves, the Scent of Roses | M | 24,134 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence

In the bustling days before the Midsummer festival, Geralt is sent into the countryside to deal with a monster - with Jaskier once again by his side. But the bard has not forgiven him, and while he's not hiding his contempt for the Witcher, he is recalcitrant about revealing his true motives for joining him. As the hunt turns into a desperate mission to save an innocent man and the monster is not what is seems to be, Geralt learns a few new things about his old friend and decides to finally attempt to mend the rift between them...

This is one of my favorite’s in the fandom - it feels so believable, the world is so rich and the oc’s are convincing and charming. Geralt and Jaskier feel so honest here, stumbling around each other but still drawn together. Beautiful beautiful beautiful

Bearing the will of the flower | NR | 11,449

The way Jaskier sees it, his hobby of following a witcher around was always pretty likely to get him killed.

The fact that it's happening now because the witcher in question doesn't love him, he thinks as he coughs up crumpled flowers, hardly makes a difference.

My favorite hanahaki fic in the fandom. I’m such a sucker for these, and these two idiots being so incapable of talking about their feelings really makes them prime candidates.

Food of Love | T | 22,488 | @wallatile-qvibbler

I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again.

(or: the one where Jaskier channels magic through his songs, and it almost never goes as expected.)

This is a Jaskier and Renfri centric fic, which wasn’t something I knew I wanted until I read this. Jaskier is a bard which in this AU comes with magical powers, but it feels so well integrated into the universe that I wish it was just... how the Witcher is. Renfri is so good here, and even though Jaskier and Geralt barely even interact you can feel the tension and love between them. Cannot recommend highly enough.

friends and allies of the witcher | T | 10,312 | @theamazingbard

Yennefer crawls over to her newest cellmate. They’re curled up on their side. Breathing, but only just. She’s not sure what she’s hoping for when she turns them over. Still isn’t when she sees that it is indeed Jaskier.

“Shit."

Yennefer and Jaskier each suffer in more ways than one at the hands of Nilfgaard.

Yennefer and Jaskier get capture by Nilfgaard and tossed into a cell together. Exactly what I want out of season 2 honestly. Their interactions are gold.

I’d Be the Choiceless Hope | E | 45,188 | WARNING: Rape/Non-Con | @lesdemonium

As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier's mother with Jaskier's obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the "gift" became more of a curse.

You know I’m not gonna make a rec list without listing Zoe’s Ella Enchanted au. Need I say more?

Silver and Copper | M | 56,139 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence | @kaer-cuan

Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.

As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.

Or-

Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

This is a fic that haunts me. It’s very scary in parts, and mind the tags - there are some very heavy themes here. But it’s beautiful and touching, and Jaskier feels very true to himself even though his origin is so different.

we could be married (and then we'd be happy) | E | 50,222 | @a-kind-of-merry-war

Jaskier reached into his pocket, fingers grasping around the little box. He pulled it out with what he hoped was a romantic flourish, flipping it open to reveal the simple gold band inside. “Geralt,” he said, confidently, cooly, like this wasn’t terrifying, “Will you marry me?”

Geralt and Jaskier fake marriage proposals to get free deserts and shit but it goes tits up when Vesemir catches them in the act. Not knowing how to fess up, they go along with it for a while, which is hell because they’re both pining like mad. As I said, I don’t love modern au’s, but it’s merry so of course this one had to end up on my list.

And that’s it! 20 fics for you, and hopefully you can all find one or two you haven’t read before. There are a lot of people and fics that I didn’t include in this list only because I was trying to not put a million down (which I could). I highly recommend anything by @wherethewordsare, @julek, @contemplativepancakes, @witcher-and-his-bard, and @inber, as well as those linked to fics above, and I’m sure there are others I forgot to mention. Yall have truly made being in this fandom worthwhile <3

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