#hell will freeze over before i allow any harm to come to a sibling. your schoolmates SHOULD be scared of me. I'll fucking beat their ass if

[craycraybluejay]

Flashbacks to when birthgiver talked about how she and her brother used to always stand up for/protect each other and little me casually just accepting this as a core value despite never taking anything else any adults said to me as a kid as a core value. Like, yk what your opinions are stupid and useless except this one. Siblings should always protect each other and take care of each other no matter what. Above all else.

#parentify me more why don't ya #except for once it was a role i wanted and even needed to accept #the one caveat i very much did not internalize was 'never protect them from ME or any other abusive adult with direct authority' #like teachers and stuff #not sorry you are the one thing they need protection from #hell will freeze over before i allow any harm to come to a sibling. your schoolmates SHOULD be scared of me. I'll fucking beat their ass if #they try to bully you #woof! bitch. you're messing with someone under my protection and are about to get your face bitten off #tbh its anyone i care about. someone hurts my loved ones they should start praying. #you will die!!!!! don't even fucking look at them wrong!!! i am fucking watching you!! #'aggressive' and 'unstable' pff just say you don't understand love. being the protector has always been my job #the therapist. the punching bag who learned to punch back. the gatekeeper between all that is good and all that intends to hurt it. #i will protect until the day i die because That Is Who I Am. i will do what was not done for me. i will burn the earth to keep harm from #anyone under my protection #delete later #too emotional

[michiieewrites]

Dabi - So big, so small, so tearfuly

A/N: This fic is inspired by an ask that @league-of-villians-headcanons received a week or so ago. THIS IS THE ASK I REFER TO. Anyways, after looking up that song, I cried like a little baby and thus, this story was born. But holy damn! I did NOT expect for this fic to reach over 3.1k+ words. Enjoy, my loves!

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Well, it happened. Waiting in the waiting room with his quirk-cancelling handcuffs. Sitting on Dabi’s left side is Mr. Compress, also with those special ‘bracelets’ made for villains. Even here at the police station the tall showman is still wearing his mask and top hat. They’re both a little torn up, though. Just like all of them, to be honest.

Who knows how that crusty trash rat they call a leader is looking now. Maybe he’s just as banged up as Spinner. The scaly man was currently in the interrogation room with two officers. Most of their members were dragged away by different officers. Toga is still waiting with them. For multiple safety precautions they had restrained her like Hannibal Lector, including the muzzle. Still, that didn’t stop the girl from trying to break free from them.

Didn’t matter, though. Dabi knows that the gig is up. The heroes had all whooped their asses in this last fight. Showing the world that the ‘good guys’ would always win in the end. ‘Cause that’s what always happens, right? The bad guys lose and the good guys win. Because they’re the good guys. And Dabi was one of the bad guys.

He had to lose. That’s what bad guys do, they lose the fight. Good guys like his dad, they win. Good guys like his dad give people hope. Good guys like his dad were there to help control the chaos. Good guys like his dad are praised by the public for protecting them from bad guys like himself. Good guys like his dad always strife for perfection. Good guys like his dad would destroy their own families to save the public people. Good guys like his dad would do anything to keep the public people safe. Good guys, just like his dad.

So that’s what Dabi’s dad did. He protected the public from harm. He strived for protection, he destroyed his own family. Even if it meant nearly killing his eldest son for a second time. All because his dad is a good guy, right?

‘Should’ve burned that shitbag alive when I had the chance,’ Dabi thought to himself. ‘Instead of burning my own damn self. Just burn that fucker to a crisp.’

But no amount of ‘should have’s’ were gonna change the current situation.

Dabi tried to go up against his old man, the great flame hero Endeavor and got burned. Not that it would matter anyway. He himself did a pretty good job of that in the past. By letting his emotions get the better of him. Trying to impress Enji so he would leave his youngest brother alone. So his little brother would have a chance of a somewhat normal childhood. So that maybe, his father would be proud of him for once.

But Dabi couldn’t have been more wrong. Because of his mother’s genes his body wasn’t able to keep up his flames for a long period of time. Not long enough for Enji to matter, anyway.

The moment he pushed young Touya aside, right into the wall was the moment Touya died. His anger and hurt no longer kept under a lid.

Dabi doesn’t remember much from that moment of his past life. He knows the sky of their garden became engulfed by his blue flames. The heat unbearable and scorching away his skin, inch by inch. He looked as his father tried to reach him, only to be pushed back by the sea of blue. There are nights where Dabi can still hear his mother scream for him to stop before he could hurt himself. Echoes of her pleading for her child’s safety.

And yet here he sits, incarcerated and forgotten by his family. Well, not entirely. He had waited for the perfect moment to reveal himself to his past family again, this time as Dabi. He had to wait for years before the timing was right. But the pure look of terror on his old man’s face was worth every single day he had waited.

‘And by then you already had my chest beneath your boot, just like poor little Shouto once was,’ he snickered to himself.

Luckily for him, Shouto was only a couple of feet away from them. For it was to save Shouto that Enji had attacked Dabi. Fighting together, the two Todoroki heroes went up against the flame quirked villain. With his years of experience it was Endeavor who overpowered Dabi. And as he contained him, Dabi had looked up at him and said:

“What a way to welcome back your dead son, father.”

He had seen the way everything clicked in Endeavor’s head. Every little piece of the puzzle fell into it’s place. The weight of his sins intensifying by the second. He knew Shouto was putting the pieces together for himself too. The boy may look dense, but he certainly isn’t stupid.

But before either of them could come to their senses and ask any questions, the fight was over and Dabi was taken away. Only to be kept waiting here in this shithole of a waiting room, guarded by others, heroes and-

“Ma’am, I have to ask you to-“

“No, get out of my way, now!”

Muffled voices sounded from the other side of the door to Dabi’s right. He turned his head, interested in hearing more of the commotion. Multiple hurried footsteps are coming closer.

“Todoroki-san, you are not allowed-“ the officer outside says.

“I don’t care, I need to see him.”

Todoroki-san? He clearly hears, what he assumes is an officer refer to a female voice. But what business would a female Todoroki have at the station?

The door bursts open and a group of five people come flooding in the waiting room. The guards standing around the remaining League of Villains-members put their attention on the newly entered people. All the heads turn in their direction. His fellow villains are also startled by the commotion. Dabi’s world freezes.

He knows these people. Well, four of them, at least. Or used to know, to be precise. They were the ghosts of his past. The people he tried to desperately to forget. The people who once loved him. But why the fuck are they here? Why the fuck would they be here to look at his sorry ass?

A woman, the oldest of the two females, pushes the officer that tries to stop her out of her way. Her pewter grey eyes are overflowing with tears as she rushes over to Dabi’s recoiling form. She throws her arms around him and pulls him tightly against herself. She sinks to her knees and pulls him along down with her. Her chin rests on his shoulder as her cries grow louder by the second.

“It’s you! It’s really you, Touya. Oh my boy, it’s really you!”

Touya. She called him ‘Touya’. His old name rings in his ears. Too shocked to look at the other worried faces of his siblings, his cerulean blue eyes slowly glance over the woman holding him. The woman who has held him so many times before in his past. The woman who carried him for nine whole months with her every second of the day. The woman who blew all his scary nightmares away with a kiss on his head at night when he was a child.. The woman who had mourned for years after her husband told her their first born son had passed away.

His mother Rei is finally holding her son after all these years.

“Wh-what are you do-doing here?” he manages to get out. His breathing becoming rapid and shallow. Hyperventilation setting in as Rei refuses to let go of him.

“Shouto told me, he told me how you fought with him,” she cries, “He told me how you-… how your… he told me you were alive!”

Her tears are slowly wetting his entire shoulder. Her hands tremble as they desperately hold onto his soot covered coat. Her entire body shocking with her sobbing.

Then he finally looks back at the others. The guards are trying to hold back a tall, young man with the same show white hair and pewter grey eyes as their mother. The young man doesn’t budge a single step, a furious look on his face. Behind him a young woman, no younger than a year or two than Dabi himself. Her hair white like melting icebergs with some lava colored tips and her charcoal grey eyes. Scared, but determined she tells the officers that they all have the right to see their brother. He knows they are Fuyumi and Natsuo, the younger sister and brother Enji never bothered to care for.

A familiar mop of half white-half read hair is a little farther behind them. Shouto looks down at the floor and Dabi can’t tell if it’s because he’s angry, or hurt, or ashamed. Hell, it could be all three.

But none of the other people in the room mattered. He tunes out the questions of his comrades, the arguing of his family and the guards, the fast and heavy beating of his own heart. All he can hear now are the strangled cries of his mother.

Softly, so softly only Rei can hear, he asks: “How did he figure it out?”

Sniffing through her words, Rei says: “After they took you away, Shouto confronted your father. He demanded to tell him the truth. Eventually he told him everything; how the fire department didn’t find your body in the ashes of the fire. How he lied to all of us, saying you were too badly burned to see. How he always wondered if your ashes were among those of the garden or if you got away.”

Her grip loosened slightly. She leaned back and took a good look at him. His terrified eyes looking back into her own. He’s terrified that this is all just another nightmare. That the warmth of his mother’s embrace will be ripped away again any second.

Her hand comes up to his face. Gently wiping away one his falling tears. Tears? He doesn’t even realize they are rolling down his cheeks. Despite both their quirks, the feeling of her fingers tracing over his scarred skin are hotter than any of his flames ever felt. He can almost feel the love and sorrow in her touch. A love only a mother can give to her son.

Never in all these years he spent apart from his family would he ever dare dream of seeing her again. Because he knew what happened after his supposed ‘death’. He knew that Rei finally broke over all the neglect and abuse their family had to endure at Enji’s hands. Their family was ripped apart, torn to shreds. Even if they did stitch all those pieces back together, he had accepted the fact that he would never be a part of the Todoroki-family again.

But here they were; the members of his past family he used to love so much. They were standing here in front of him. Demanding they get to see him, Dabi or Touya, that didn’t matter. They were standing up against all these guards and officers just to see him.

His hands try to reach out and hold his mother the way she is holding him. To feel her presence in his hands again. But he’s reminded of the cuffs around his wrists. He tugs at them, trying to break out of them. But these wretched things are keeping his hands locked together. His struggles become more desperate. He just wants to hold Rei.

He whips his head to one of the guards and yells at them. “Get these fucking cuffs off of me!”

“No way, villain,” the guard curtly replies.

“JUST LET ME HOLD MY MOTHER, DAMMNIT!”

Hands cover his own and he looks back at Rei. “Ssh, ssh… It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” she gently coos at him.

Slowly, she lifts his hands over her head, so that he can hold her now. His body stiffens once again. This really had to be a dream, right? There was no way in Hell he’s able to hold his mother again. It couldn’t be. As far they all knew, he was dead. Todoroki Touya was dead. Dabi was just another villain. And no one would ever know the secrets he keeps locked in his heart. He knows that giving in now would mean that dream would come to an abrupt end. He didn’t want it to end.

But the look in Rei’s eyes is real and so is the rest of her. Realizing this, he immediately clings onto her. A little clumsy, but he’ll take it for now. Even if it’s just for this moment, all he wants to do is to close his eyes and his mother embracing him back. And so she does.

The air is getting hotter. Heavy footsteps are coming closer. Natsuo’s voice calling out: “What do you think you’re doing here?!”

Both Rei and Dabi are looking to see who Natsuo was talking to. The feeling of a sweet reunion quickly slips away and is replaced by a building rage. But before Dabi can make a move towards Endeavor, who’s stepping into the room, he’s held back. Back by the arms of his mother.

The tension is cold. Rei’s staring daggers at the father of her children. Natsuo moves in front of his younger siblings, also held back by Fuyumi. Shouto stands in front of Enji to block his path. Endeavor, with all his power, dares to give Rei a sympathetic look. He tries to speak before one of the guards cut him off.

“All right, that’s enough! All of you people! Out!” They move closer to the stand off between Enji and Shouto.

“Rei, listen to the guards,” Enji calmly says, “this is out of our hands. They need to handle this from now on. There is nothing we can do-“

“HOW DARE YOU! HE’S OUR SON!” Rei yells back.

Her words hit a nerve. Enji extends his hand towards his wife.

SMACK!

She smacks his hand away. A sharp intake of breath from Fuyumi follows. The scene before her eyes; her mother holding their older brother, shielding him from their father. The fury rising in Rei’s eyes hold a force so strong it scares her. Not even Enji made her feel this scared before.

“Don’t you dare touch our children again!” Rei screams out. “Keep your hands off of Touya! Haven’t you hurt us enough?! Our family is torn to shreds by your hands, Enji! MY CHILDREN TAKEN FROM ME BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID TO ME!”

Shouto carefully tries to calm his mother down. “Mom, please. Try to calm down.”

“No! For too long I’ve let him destroy our family, let him hurt you! He-…. Because of him…. HE MADE US BELIEVE TOUYA WAS DEAD! DEAD! HE TOLD ME WE HAD LOST OUR CHILD!”

She can’t stop. Not anymore. After all these years Rei couldn’t hold back all the pain Enji had caused her. The pain he inflicted on their children. The way his behavior broke her. It had made her hurt her youngest son too. The neglect by his hands had made it impossible for her to see her children properly grow up.

Calmer now, she continues: “Of all the things you have done to us, I don’t know which one is the worst. But I do know one thing. And that’s that you can’t keep me from my children any longer. You will no longer stand in the way of my children’s future.”

The hate she directs to Enji… It was clear to him that she didn’t want him around any of them. Maybe just for now. Maybe forever. In trying to face his past, he accepts this outcome.

His shoulders sag and he turns around to walk out of the door.

“Everyone, you need to get out-“

“I will not leave my son,” Rei interrupts the guard.

They look at her and the young man she’s holding close. They sigh and tell her that only she is allowed to stay here. All the others still need to leave the waiting room. Toga and Mr. Compress will be taken to their interrogation rooms. One guard will stand outside of the door. For now, they respect her wish to be alone with Dabi.

When the door is shut close, they both look at each other. Unsure of what to say next. The loving look Rei gives Dabi makes him feel all different kinds of emotions.

Ashamed, for becoming a villain. Vulnerable, ‘cause he feels like she can see right into his soul. Angry at himself, for not coming to visit her in the mental hospital sooner. Relieved, for only a mother can see past all the shit he’s done in his life and still love him.

“I’m sorry, I guess… For not showing up these past years,” he says as he looks down to the ground.

“Don’t be. I understand,” she says.

Her hands cup his face and pull him up to look at her face. A sad smile decorates her lips. Fresh tears forming in her eyes.

“All that matters right now is that you’re back. I missed you so much, my sweet boy. So much, you can’t even imagine.”

But he could. In his dreams he would see her, with all his siblings. Even Enji would be there, only in Dabi’s dreams he was the loving and kind father every child wants and needs. In his dreams they were a happy family. He has longed for that family for as long as he can remember. He still does. Somewhere deep inside of him there’s a part that wants nothing more than to erase all that has happened and just start all over.

He missed Rei just as much as she missed him.

Throwing his face in the crook of her neck, he lets out a forceful and loud cry. “I-I missed you t-too, mom! I missed all of you! I’m so sorry for everything, mom! Please, believe me!”

Her hands comes up to softly pet his hair. Making reassuring sounds to calm down her crying child. His body now completely on the floor with hers. Gently rocking him back and forth.

“I believe you, I do.”

“Please don’t hate me! Please, I’m so sorry! Mom… please don’t leave…”

“I’m not going anywhere. You may be all grown up now, a handsome and strong man. But you’ll always be my sweet little boy, Touya. I’ll never leave you again.”

Her words are a binding promise. A vow to Dabi, a vow for him to regain the name Todoroki Touya. Filled with love and protection. Never would she hurt her children again, any of them. Rei will fight for her family. Starting with the crying man in her arms.

They stay right there. In this world that felt too big for them, they felt so small. A small space for a mother and son to hold each other close.

She’ll always be there for her family.

Tagged: @reinawritesbnha / @mrsreina @thots4daze / @kzombi3 @aizawascumslut @hipster-merchant-of-death @strawbirb @ravenfeet222

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Pissed

A little Au-ish in where Lisa also joined the Legends. Might be OC like but then again they are in private...? Idk but I felt like some Snart siblings fluff is needed so here it is.

It had been two months since Lisa had join the Legends and admittedly Leonard had been rather pleased to have his sister by his side again.

He would never tell anyone but he had worried about her back in Central while he was traveling around and he was more than relieved that the ever hanging threat of the villain of the week threatening her was gone.

Now, he was remembering how hard it was working with her. For whatever reason, she woke up in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she showed it. And brought it to everyone around her.

Now with Rouges it had been okay because let's face it after a fist fight it was generally over and during heists it wasn't like anything would go exactly as planned so her bad mood didn't affect them.

But during this mission with the Legends, Lisa was just uncooperative, talked back to Rip, didn't listen to anyone and did her own thing, stealing the Hope Diamond with Mick.

Rip had been furious, sure no one got killed (that they knew of), but he didn't like things going so off kilter especially since Mick was getting a partner in crime and hell knows how much energy it took making sure he didn't torch the Empire State Building's Lobby, he didn't want to deal with the Statue of Liberty having a gold crown.

Rip had been about to go to the training room to lecture her but he had stopped him, and offered to talk to her instead.

He knew after years of dealing with her awful temper that she was looking for a fight and if Rip lectured her, she would yell or more likely punch him, there would be a fight, punishment and her mood would get even worse and she would make things happened. Things that Leonard would rather forget.

As Leonard walked into the training room he encountered Lisa beating up a punching bag. "Hey," Leonard announced his arrival and Lisa stopped and scowled "What do you want?" Lisa hissed.

"Rip wanted to grill you about your attitude today."

"If he didn't like it, he should deal with it," Lisa replied with a roundhouse kick.

Leonard tried to go over the situation with his mind, he wasn't used to these kinds of "We must work as a team" pep talks.

"Well, Lisa it.. It's just that this matters, it's important to follow the plan in order to succeed."

"The plan should be more flexible." "You still should cooperate." "I'll decide on that."

Leonard rolled his eyes. These moods were really annoying and worse, she didn't listen to reason until she got over them. She didn't usually listen to reason in a good mood but during these time she was all out deaf.

"No, you work at the mission and then you can get your little pissed child routine to your room."

"You cannot be serious Leonard. Why don't you go read Kafka or something old man." She hit his shoulder hard.

"Once you actually start acting like an adult I might," Leonard growled back. Leonard had a strange sense of déjà vu. The whole thing reminded him of when he used to take care of her. When she was a eleven or nine, she would come to his apartment angry and hit him whenever she got annoyed by him. He just had to make her smile at something, anything and then it would be gone.

He looked at her, a thirty something woman, glaring at him like he was Hitler or Lewis. She was more or less the same, definitely had the same course vocabulary. Leonard shook his head. How did he make her smile, he wasn't one to carry around 5001 Snart jokes book.

Then he remembered. It was stupid and incredible childish but damn the results would be hilarious and bodily harm, guaranteed.

"Shut up," Lisa tried to hit him again. Leonard caught her arm and put her in a lock.

"Remember what you use to get if you tried hitting me?” Leonard smirked.

"I don't remember what I got, but YOU got your ass kicked," Lisa flipped him over.

"Like you could beat me after all your my baby sister." Leonard teased.

She charged at him and he used her anger to his advantage. A few swift moves later, she was pinned and he straddled her legs.

"Get off of me,” she grunted. "Make me," Leonard challenged. "You have a heavy beer gut." That was a low blow even for her.

"Enough with the piss, smile it will make you feel better." Leonard commanded.

"Says who?" "Says science," Leonard shot back. "I'm not in the fucking mood."

"I figured." He trailed his fingers down her legs "Now do you remember what would happen when you tried to hit me?" She glared.

"You get a visit from the you-know-who." He squeezed her knee caps to no success. She rolled her eyes.

"You got to be kidding me," she mumbled, "This is stupid and childish. I'm too old for this crap. You are way too ancient for this crap. And Len I'm not some kid anymore, I freeze people in gold and seduce speedster's engineer. We're serious people, Lenny. We are hardened criminals. Besides I'm not even..." Lisa stopped her rant and squirmed as his hand shot into her armpit.

"What was that? I think you still are" he smirked as he lightly traced circles. "Just smile and I'll stop.”

Lisa squirmed, pushed, bucked to no avail "No. I'm not ticklish." She stammered as she used her one free hand to futile pull his hand away from her.

"I think you are. You can't hold it in forever." He could tell that she wanted to break, it was laughingly obvious. Her grinding her teeth and biting her lip was almost akin to constipation.

"Smile Lisa. As your big brother I just want to make you happy and not in such a shitty mood all day" Leonard taunted as he used his left hand to squeeze her stomach.

She was being stubborn about it. He could just see it, her mouth was twitched up but she wouldn't break out into a smirk or half-smile.

She just squirmed and hid her face in her hair or against the floor. "I didn't think you would be this difficult. Fine you wanna play, we're gonna play."

Lisa eyes widened as she felt his fingers tap up her ribcage, "If I remember correctly, your ribs were your worst spot. Hmm?"

"Len, no I'm no..t" She stopped. "If you're so not, you can finish the sentence." Silence.

"I'm giving you one chance. Smile voluntarily and I'll let you go" He waited a couple of seconds before deciding the silence was a definite no. And he proceeded to emit the most surprising sounds out of the younger Snart.

Leonard almost started laughing himself. The girly, bubbly, giggly laugh didn't fit at all with the image of a villainous, leather clad woman who thought nothing of killing a man for the money. He swore that if he closed his eyes he would have thought it was coming from some vapid model especially as it went higher a few pitches when he climbed up her ribs like a piano.

Though the squeals were followed by more Lisa-like obscenities on how he would die a horrible death by fire.

She was spending way too much time with Mick.

What Leonard was most surprised was how much fun he was having. He felt like some dumb kid, and the whole situation felt normal. Nothing of Lewis' abuse or juvie or the next big heist sorta like a normal childhood activity in a regular family.

He stopped every once and awhile to allow her to breath in air and a chance for mercy.

"Are you done with your attitude?" He asked as she gulped a breath of air.

"No." Then with a battle cry she tackled him, pinned him down and dug her fingers into his shirt. He blinked.

"Stupid parka!" She cursed and tried to take it off.

Ohhh. He realized she was trying to turn on the tables on him. He calmly pushed her down and resumed position. "Sorry sis, but I'm not ticklish. There's more than one reason why my name's Cold."

He bend down to blow on her ribs and her laugh went up almost three octaves. Honestly, he thought Lisa looked adorable right now.

She looked so carefree and happy, and there were freakin dimples coming out. The laugh was just icing on the cake. Too often he just saw her as the little girl in the hospital getting stitches, refusing to talk about Lewis or a girl having nothing going on in life except the next big thrill. No dreams. No big ambitions.

"Lisa, if you want me to stop you have to start fighting." Leonard drawled as Lisa tried to squirm and bang her fists against him.

"LENHEHaNo!" Lisa screeched when he managed to get his hand under her shirt, scratching at her ribs with his nails.

"This is the third rib right? Or is it the fourth? I should count them don't you think?"

"NOHAHANOFUCHAHADON'THAHATHE TEASING MAKES IT WORSE!" She managed to screech out.

It went on like that for awhile. But eventually she bended over into curled ball, banging the ground.

"YOU WIAHAHAHAHAN YOUHIHAIHAHAHAHIAHAHIHIHAHAH" "And you'll stop your shitty mood?" Leonard asked as she unfurled herself, panting heavily.

"Yes, for the love of whatever God, yes" Lisa answered, nodding her head eagerly.

"Good," Leonard scrambled off her legs and helped her up.

"So we're good" Leonard asked cautiously. He knew it would work but he didn't think she would be so so calm afterwards. Maybe she didn't take enough air in.

"I guess. But know this" Lisa placed a hand firmly on his shoulder "I will get you back. You're not the only one with a good memory. And anytime as soon as you take off your shoes and parka. I will get my revenge. In public, in private, in front of the team it doesn't matter. I will do it.”

Leonard would have laugh if he didn't know how serious that threat was.

"So, any reason why you were pissed?" Leonard asked.

Lisa froze and then frowned "I heard Mick and Jax talking. How you took me because you were worried that some villain was going to hurt me.”

"Yeah so?"

"I don't want to be chosen just because I need protection. I can do stuff, Lenny. I don't want to follow the Team around so you could keep an eye on me. Like how you and Mick were a package deal. What am I? The back order?” "Lisa, if we had only chosen you so we could protect you Stein's wife would be here. Sara's dad would be here. Jax's dad would be here. Rip's family would be here. We chose you not just because of that but because you would actually be useful to the mission. You know how to work a crime scene, you know how to plan a mission, you know how to fight. You can do something with the Team, you can help. That's why you're here."

Lisa stared at him, disbelievingly "No bullshit?" "No bullshit."

A few nights later, Leonard was in the kitchen putting away his late night drink when he got tackled with a vicious screech.

The rest of the Legends woke up and ran to the room to see the two Snart siblings rolling around the floor, laughing, growling and almost knocking over the table.

"What the hell?" Sara asked.

"Just walk away slowly and maybe they'll stop" Jax muttered.

They took his advice, slightly worried for the next day and still wondering what the hell was going on.

"Admit it!" Lisa yelled. "NOAHA" Leonard croaked.

#lisa snart #leonard snart #snart siblings #dc’s legends of tomorrow #au #my fanfic #my fanfiction #pissed

[satire-please]

TimDrakeWeek 2017 Day 2: Childhood/Adulthood DamiTim

Excited to try this with @iphoenixrising, @the-all-seer and @rahndom if they still want to jump and do a day. :D So far it’s been really fun.

Damian outgrew Tim in his fifteenth year.

In that summer to be precise. Though the sun baked the concrete to the point that everyone stayed inside to not fry to death...it had been a very dark summer for Tim.

Damian hadn’t been subtle at all. Anytime Tim stopped by the manor for a chemical analysis, a briefing from B or retrieve a casefile the current robin would stand side by side next to Tim. Look, compare and smirk. In June the brat was about to the bridge of his nose, by August...he was a hair taller.

“A centimeter is more than a hair I believe, Drake.”

“It’s the width of your pinky, now stop gloating.” With a hand, he pushes Damian back slightly. The teen’s been bad with personal space lately. Crowding him against walls before a mission just to prove heights is rude, dude. It’s almost as if the assassin is relishing the fact that now he can look down on Tim physically as well as emotionally.

“I’m just admiring my new perspective. This angle is surprisingly pleasing to me.” See. Tim doesn’t even know why he’s pissed. He should have been resigned the moment the tiny hell child announced Bruce was his father.

Still the fact itches. “Look, I know oxygen is thinner up there, but could you try not to lose too many brain cells?”

“I’ll try, though the weather up here is quite lovely.” Oh Alfred’s Apple Pie, Damians learned puns. Now Tim has to murder Dick. Especially when the smile Damian gives has a touch of fang. “Now come along, father needs us.”

The boy, ‘cause height difference or not that’s what he is, turns away dramatically after beckoning Tim to follow him.

“Worst. Summer. Ever.”

Dick of course makes it worse, “Who’s my shortest adorable brother?” He coos obnoxiously. Like one of those fat women making baby noises at their pet dog. His palms squish either side of Tim’s face and Tim swears to all higher powers that if Dick tries to rub their noses together he’s gonna bite him. “You are! You’re officially the shortest ruthless vigilante in the family now. I should twitter about this...to everyone.”

“If you don’t get your hands off me right now, I’m going to string you in your underwear somewhere for Bab’s viewing pleasure again.”

Dick’s fingers fly off his face as if it’s scalding. “Awwwwww, you don’t have to get that vicious Timmy.”

“I’m always this vicious, you dick. One day my pain will be yours and on that day I’ll will  remember this moment and you will be sorry.” Tim promises with spite.

Dick coyly presses a hand over his heart, "Oh Timmy, my darling petite–omph,” Dick could dodge the first strike to his thorax, but not the second. But still he wheezes out, “That would never happen!”

It happens.

“How could this happen?” Tim vindictively snickers at Dick’s cry when Damian hits seventeen. A month away for a mission and now he’s reduced to whining that Damian's not the right size to cuddle anymore. "He doesn't fit under my chin anymore." He sobs, tucking Tim under said chin tighter as Tim repeatedly attacks his kidneys. "And he keeps dragging me along if I hug him from behind. Like my weight doesn't even matter!"

"Ha. Serves you right." Tim twists around to slap his hands on Dick’s face, “Who’s the second shortest vigilante in the family now? It’s you, Dick. It’s you.”

“You’re so meeeeeeeeeean.” Dick wiggles his head closer until their noses smash together, “What did I ever do to get brothers as cruel as you?”

“It’s in your namesake, Dick.” Tim starts struggling in earnest to get away from the clingy hero. He is not a stuffed animal and would very much appreciate if his ‘siblings’ treated him less so. “Or it’s karma. Take your pick.”

Dick grumbles and childishly cheats by using his legs to make the hold more difficult.

Yet as Tim contemplates his fate on the floor in this horrid octopus grip he actually has to admit...Damian has seemed to mellow out?

“Did you forget who’s the senior vigilante here? Just because you inherited B’s monstrous height doesn’t mean you’re any less of a brat Damian.”

Damian taunting sweeps his arm towards the entrance, “My apologies, age before beauty, then again with your delicate bone structure perhaps you would account for both.”

Tim freezes. Is Damian...flirting with him? He shakes his head, nah. Headgames must be another thing the boy’s gained from his crazy family tree.  Lately, or not lately, it’s been a gradual thing really, Damian and Tim have done more missions together.

“For efficiency sake.” Damina justifies. As the two of them all a frightening team when they apply their talents together.

Tim skill in logic and ability to place the clues in interesting ways, Damian’s assassin training that makes him a martial arts vistoso. Few enemies can best them when they fight together.

But something's off. Tim can’t nail down the thought with proof yet but…

“Timothy?” He jerks towards at Damian. “Timothy it is time we made our way to the burrows.”

“Timothy? What happened to Drake?”

Oh my dear. It that a slight blush Tim recognizes on Damian’s face? “I have realized that it might be considered rude to refer to you in that manner. After all, you do not call me Al Ghul, do you?”

This is true. “I suppose.”

But later, Tim realizes much later to his faulty skills as a detective, Damian still says Grayson, Todd and Brown with the other members of the family.

Like  “Timothy, I’ve brought us some rations. Just because we are reduced to wait for this scum to leave his pithole does not mean we must do it in discomfort.” It’s just a sandwich. But it’s one from one of Tim’s favorite cafes. Tim doesn’t know what to think of that.

Damian’s grown into his father’s monstrous bulk. Still shy of B’s height and an inch or two below Jason yet still informidable. His wide shoulders and dark tan skin have earned him the title, “Sheik” by various gossip magazines.

Not that Tim really pays attention to that sort of stuff.

Nor doesn’t he pretend not to know of how they dub them, “Fire and Ice.” whenever they endure an event together.

"What's going on?" Tim asks bemused. Damian and Kon stand off in the commons area. Kon with his arms crossed in front of his chest, while Damian casually tosses a batarang up and down with one hand. Kon is definitely taller, but there's something deadly in Damian's stance. Like a snake coiled to strike.

"Pissing contest." Cassie says  gleefully, grabbing a fist of popcorn before shoving the bag at Tim. "They've been at it for 14 minutes now and it's glorious."

Suck, diplomacy with the Titans and Dami has always been iffy. Once you attack their 'bird' you tend to go on their people-okay-to-drown-at-lunch list. It's a big list. Garth was excited to announce that Tim's list was currently the largest.

"Why didn't anyone get me?”

"Because it's about you." Bart hooks his elbow through Tim's and supports him, which is completely unnecessary, to limp and slouch on the couch. "The dude just showed up demanding to see you, that Bats needs your mad skills with forensics and crap but Kon thinks, it'd be nice if you were off crutches before getting broken again you know?"

"I'm not broken."

"Your leg begs to differ." Raven materializes beside him from the shadows. She really should teach Tim how to do that, he's just saying. Raven digs into the popcorn bag still in Tim's possession to get a satisfying crunch. "If I recall correctly, you shouldn't even be out of bed."

Damian whips his head to their direction, "Timothy is this true?

Crap. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Says the idiot whose tibia is in three pieces.” Kon grumbles straightening his back to make himself even more imposing to the intruder, but Damian’s eyes are glued on a different target. He drops the posturing act to walk to Tim and falls to a knee in front of him. Carefully, he lifts the neon pink cast, ‘cause real men wear pink, that’s littered with inappropriate comments from his team.

“Yes, that does seem to fit into the category of a ‘big deal’ Timothy.” He chides running his fingers over the names on Tim’s calf.

Tim bristles. “It does not. Besides, even benched, grown-up vigilante here, I can still do casefiles and computer work just fine, what does B need?”

“Hmmm, my father needs another to look over a heist note the Riddler is fond of making. Yet perhaps I should turn to different source.” Damian looks around and fishes for a marker on the coffee table. He gently lifts the limb to rest on his thigh, begins to write.  “Maybe one that will allow himself to heal properly.”

“Damian. Al Ghul. Wayne.” Where’s his crutches? He’s going to beat this twerp over the head. Give him something else that’s broken to worry about. Bart buries his face into Tim’s shoulder to muffle his snickers. It doesn’t do much. 

Dami finishes adding to the mess of ink before nodding to himself. “I’ve decided. I’ll give you the datapad after you gain an hour of rest.” He says staring up at Tim without compromise.

“What? No.”

“Or I’ll put Alfred on the com and inform him of your unfortunate situation.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Only if you consider it to be so.” Why yes Tim considers it to be so. Motherhen Alfred is a terrible nightmare to behold. No one can escape his clutches once he knows a Bat is harmed, doesn’t matter how old you are or where you are, he will find you. He will drown you in blankets, food and sedatives. And he has full access to the Tower. Garth is very fond of his vegetarian alfredo pizza.

“He’s got you there, Red.” Kon calls out, hands on his hips with a smug expression. The tension that once electrified the room is gone, but Tim almost misses it. Then maybe everyone in the room would stop ganging up on him.

“Do we agree or disagree?” Damian presses.

“We agree that this is shameless blackmail and I hate you.” Tim hisses out.

Damian’s voice turns warm and satisfied. “Good. Now let’s get you back into bed.”  He then worms his hands under Tim’s knees and lower back and lifts. Like Tim weighs nothing at all.

“I have crutches. Like right there. Cassie get my crutches.”

“Nope. Red’s room is on the top floor, by the way.” She has a hand pressed to her mouth, grinning like a loon. As if the best sight she’s seen all day is Tim carried like a princess. Then where’s his tiara, dammit?

“Thank you.” Damian gives a curt bob of his head and turns to go with the fussy man. The last thing the team sees is the elegant black scrawl on their Rob’s cast.

Please protect this foolish treasure - Damian

Yeah, maybe the Titans can trust their bird in these hands….just maybe.

It all comes to a head during a mission, they almost get caught in an explosion. Why can’t clowns stay away from fire? And Damian had tackled him to the ground and covered him against the flare of heat that licked their backs.

In the rubble, Damian lifts himself to stop crushing the smaller man. Their faces are close, Tim notes with his heart in his throat. They breath the same air and Damian's eyes flicker to his lips. To the inch barely separating them, all he’d would have to do is drop his head...just a little for them to meet.

“Damian?” The boy, no man in question drags his gaze to meet Tim's stare.

“Tell me to stop.” And slowly, achingly, he closes the distance between them. Tim can't move. Doesn't dare to as Damian kisses him gently. Almost excruciatingly so. It's a barely a press, so hesitant though it lasts for several long seconds...or years, Tim can't tell. Damian doesn't close his eyes the entire time and Tim is hypnotized, can't break the hold of that connection even when Damian reluctantly pulls back.

His brow furrows and it's a ridiculously adorable look on the oversized teen. “You did not tell me to stop.” He says confused.

“I didn't tell you stop period.” That earns Tim a cracked smile. It's so cute, Tim can't help but lean up to peck him square on the mouth. When Damian jerks to the side in surprise, He snorts and breaks into laughter.

His arms slowly squeezed around Tim’s waist, as if in disbelief that he was there in Damian’s lap. It was tentative, but definitely a conscious action.  Then reluctantly Damian unraveled his grip and cradled Tim’s hips in his palms. The fire blazed from yards away but the heat that races up Tim’s spine isn’t coming from the destruction. Then with barely an effort he lifted Tim straight up to place him back on his feet.

It’s casual, smooth and Tim hates to admit it...impressive.

“Are you alright, Timothy?”

“I’m fine. You?”

“A little singed, nothing more.”

“Okay, I have to know. Have you flirting been with me this entire time?” Tim asks blunt as a rock.

“Oh good.” Damian ducks his head away from the other vigilante, as if he’s too embarrassed to look at him. “I was becoming concerned that you would never notice my advances.”

A raspy voice buzzes in from the com, “Yeah, we thought the world would end first.”

“Jason if you ruin Dami’s confession, I will cut you.”  Dick hisses and Tim decides that the rest of this conversation is better done off grid.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere where there isn’t a raging firestorm or snooping eavesdroppers around.”

“Indeed.” Damian’s agrees warmly and when he wraps his arm gently around Tim, smiling down at him like that? Well, Tim finds that he doesn’t mind the height difference anymore.

Not at all.

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Winter Break (Redone) Chapter 9 (Friskriel Fanfic)

Notes: So I wanted to finish this before New Year’s cause of how fitting it would be, but I got like really busy/lazy. Anyways, what’s a love story without a little angst, am I right?

Chapter Summary: The Dreemurrs make their way to Mettaton’s New Year’s Party, excited to see them hit it off with another great year. However, Asriel’s loneliness gets the better of him, making him do something that does not please anyone. 4223 Words

Chapter 9 Friiiiiisk!

Asriel walked over to the mailbox, enjoying the crunching of the snow underneath his feet. It reminded him of the times he used to go to Snowdin as a child, aside from the fact that he wore shoes now so his feet didn't freeze quite so easily. It was still a nice feeling, even after all these years, to feel anything beneath him at all. Roots and leaves were not good substitutes for paws.

Arriving at his destination, Asriel slipped in the key and turned it, opening the box and allowing him to dig its contents out. He was rather surprised, though not very happy, for the first thing his hands found was a very sticky, glittery, pink letter on the top, followed by three other letters in a similarly annoying state. He groaned as he pulled out each of the letters, knowing exactly who sent them and why they were to be sent. After his hand became absolutely slimy and sticky with all the glitter glue, Asriel instead resorted to trying to use telekinetic magic to hold them. It worked to some extent, but it really restricted his concentration, making the trip back home slower than the one out.

When Asriel finally got home and placed the letters upon the kitchen island, let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, and cradled his head as he felt a sudden headache. He really needed to work on using kinetic magic and not harm his brain. Thankfully, the headache ceased a bit as he heard footsteps approach him from behind, followed by warm, sweater covered arms wrapping around his torso, and pressure applied to his upper back as Frisk leaned into him. Asriel chuckled as his face warmed up.

“Howdy, Frisk.” Asriel greeted softly. “You enjoy your nap?”

Frisk mumbled something into his back, but Asriel couldn’t understand what they said, so he turned around to face them, holding them in a hug as they repeated themselves.

“I missed your warm fur.” They admitted. “You’re just like a big, fluffy, living teddy bear.”

Asriel gave an apologetic kiss on the top of their head. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll make sure to be there when you wake up next time.”

“You better.” They looked up at Asriel, admiring his shimmering gold eyes. Asriel himself swam in the slight chestnut brown that glowed from Frisk’s before leaning down and connecting his lips to theirs. Frisk took them with enthusiasm, already diving into his mouth and tracing their tongue around his fangs. Asriel shivered, trying to pull them closer to him, before they were interrupted by a stern throat-clearing. Asriel’s eyes went wide with surprise as he spotted Toriel behind Frisk, followed shortly after by him peeling off of Frisk in embarrassment.

“While I’m not against you two showing your love for each other,” Toriel stated. “Please keep such affection more private. I’m sure you’d rather not have your mother see the two of you make out.”

She wasn't wrong there, and both Frisk and Asriel turned away from her, looking for something else to distract themselves from the moment. Toriel gave a chuckle, taking pride in embarrassing her children, before walking up behind Asriel to examine the mail. She grimaced as she spotted the pink glitter surrounding it.

“I see Mettaton has sent his party invitations.” Toriel remarked, turning to look for a glove before opening the letters. “You two have outfits prepared, correct?”

“Yep! I'm gonna wear that dress that Asriel made me, I’m sure everyone would love to see that.”

“Aw, how sweet. And what about you, Asriel?”

“Oh, uh… I don’t know to be honest.” Asriel didn’t have any spare formal attire he could wear, and anything Asgore could loan him would be too big. He didn’t like making formal clothes either, as they required a ridiculous about of work and detail to look right. “H-how about you pick me a suit, Frisk?”

“Sure! We can head over there after I get something to eat.” Frisk agreed.

“Not so fast, my children.” Toriel interjected. “Remember, we need to still keep your relationship somewhat hidden. You may still go shopping for a suit, but I must accompany you as a precaution.”

Frisk and Asriel both groaned at this. She was right, which was the annoying part, so they had to agree. Once the three were fueled up on lunch, they made their way to the mall and got prepared for the upcoming party.

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“Huh, for a cheap suit, it sure does make me look good.” Asriel said for like the third time by now. Finding a suit that fit him at the mall was not that hard, but finding one that all three of them could decide on was actually quite difficult. They tried looking for colors that matched Frisk’s dress, but there were just no blues that did the trick. All the other suits were either too fancy or too dull until they found the one.

The suit was a three-piece one with an emerald green vest and tie, as well as a complimentary handkerchief. When Asriel looked at himself in the mirror with it for the first time, he actually thought he looked hot, hell maybe borderline sexy. When he showed it to Frisk and Toriel on him, they both agreed it looked great, Frisk’s confirmation coming more from their loud blush and covering of their face than their words.

After they bought the suit, Asriel couldn’t help but be excited to wear it again. Thankfully, the following week went by quickly, especially with Frisk now entertaining Asriel for a majority of his waking hours and vice versa. He stood in the bathroom with Frisk, grooming himself alongside them and taking a moment to do something he rarely did: admiring himself.

“Yes, you look very sexy Asriel.” Frisk commented. “It was hard for me not to just jump on you in the mall.”

“Frisk, thinking of such a lewd act in a public place? Scandalous!” Asriel chuckled, filing his growing horns.

“Oh please it wouldn’t have been anything like that… maybe. It would’ve been more like… a big, long kiss or something.”

It was now Asriel’s turn to blush as images swam through his head. Unfortunately, as soon as they came, something else interrupted Asriel’s thoughts, making his blush recede and letting out a disappointed sigh. Frisk noticed his change in attitude immediately. “What’s wrong Asriel?”

“I-I just remembered. We, won’t be able to hang out a lot during this party.” Asriel responded gloomily.

Frisk placed down the brush they were using and looked at him. “What do you mean? I mean yeah we can’t be lovey-dovey, but we can still hang out.”

“It’s not just that.” Asriel began to scratch at his paws, a habit he had developed when he remembered something bad. “You remember that date over at the ‘Roadhouse? And how those people laughed at us?”

Frisk suddenly understood and put a reassuring smile on. “Azzy, it’s not going to be like that. People expect us to be together. In their eyes, it’ll just be two siblings spending time with each other.”

“Y-yeah but… what if they’re right to laugh at us? What if this doesn’t work out?”

“If what doesn’t work out?”

“Us. This relationship. What if we’re making a mistake? I don’t want to sabotage your work just to be your boyfriend.”

“Azzy…” Frisk looked at him square in the eyes. They then pulled him down suddenly, forcing him into a quick but deep kiss, before releasing him and making eye contact again. “It will work. I’m determined to make this work, and so should you. However, I think for tonight, maybe we should keep our reactions platonic, especially in a place with so many people, not to mention probably a few newspeople.”

Asriel looked back at Frisk, seeing the serious look in their partially closed eyes, then sighed. “Yeah… Yeah, you’re right.”

Frisk smiled and gave Asriel a hug. “C’mon, let’s not have this ruin our fun tonight, alright? Besides, there’s definitely going to be karaoke there, and I am not missing you singing Cry Baby.”

Asriel’s face turned annoyed. “Ok, I get I listen to Martinez a lot, but you don’t have to keep teasing me about that song.”

“Oh you love it.”

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The Dreemurrs arrived at the Mettamansion about 10 minutes before the actual party started. They had Papyrus drive them in one of Mettaton’s fancy limousines, despite Toriel and Asgore’s repeated requests not to. As he drove up to the space reserved just for him (covered in all sort of obnoxious colors), Sans and Mettaton were both there to greet them. Mettaton was wearing the only formal-wear he had, which was really just a pink tuxedo Alphys made for him. Sans was surprisingly also in formal-wear, dressed in a black suit that made him look like a small mafia boss. Everyone scrambled out of the car and began their greetings.

“Ah, the Dreemurrs! Our guests of honor.” Mettaton began, shaking everyone’s hands, especially Frisk’s. “It’s especially great to have our ambassador here this time around. Now tell me, where did you find such a fabulous dress?”

“I’ll give you a guess.” Frisk responded, tilting their head to gesture towards Asriel, who blushed in response. Mettaton turned towards the teen boss-monster and chuckled. “Oh, of course, I should’ve figured. Did he ever tell you him and I had an outfit-making competition?”

“Yeah, for Undyne and Alphys’ wedding. He told me before the ceremony.”

“Hey, what do you say we go inside?” Sans suggested, interrupting the conversation. “I don’t know about you but I’m a little chilled to the bone.”

Papyrus let out an audible groan and Mettaton clapped his hands in revelation. “Oh yes of course! My apologies darling, I forget you humans and monsters can actually feel temperature. Now come, come! I bet everyone wants to meet you, especially you Frisk and Asriel!”

Frisk and Asriel gave a withering glance to each other, silently passing a message. As Mettaton led the group to the entrance, Frisk ran up to the robot. “Mettaton, I need to talk to you.”

“Oh yes, yes! I know exactly what you mean, Frisky.” Mettaton summoned a notebook and pen from somewhere and began writing. “Now, how should we announce your relationship, through the opening speech, or may I suggest a romantic duet during karaoke? Of course, it would come right at the end an-”

“Mettaton, hush!” Frisk whispered hurriedly, looking around them while snatching the notebook from him. He looked at them confused. “Listen to me closely. You are NOT, under any circumstance, allowed to mention the relationship between me and Asriel, ok? This is NOT something that should be public yet.”

“But dear, this is the perfect chance! The first human-monster couple being announced with all this press coverage, it’ll be all over the local news! Maybe even nationwide!”

“And that’s the issue!” Frisk hissed back, determination plastered on their face. “Letting something like this out could sabotage all we worked for, alright? I know you’re excited, we all are, but we can’t let this out yet. If any of it slips out from you, consider the Dreemurrs’ to no longer be one of your major backers.”

Mettaton pouted at that, then looked towards everyone else for confirmation. Asriel gave Mettaton a glare, and the parents both nodded sternly. Even Papyrus had a sympathetic yet pleading look on his eyes. Mettaton sighed in resignation. “Oh, very well. That is a shame, but if you think it’s for the best.” He then quickly recomposed himself. “Enough dawdling, we have a party to host!”

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It didn’t take long for everyone else to finally arrive at the party. A mix of monsters and humans of all sorts came, even those that Mettaton didn’t specifically invite. Frisk couldn’t conceal their joy at seeing such an event take place. It was like the moment at the coffee shop but amplified, resulting in a big grin plastered on their face.

“Ah yes, isn’t it wonderful Frisk darling?” Mettaton said. “This is the biggest New Year’s Party I’ve hosted yet, and it’s all thanks to your work.”

“Oh please, don’t be so modest MTT.” Frisk chuckled. “Everyone played a part.”

“But you see, reasons like that is why I say that this was your doing. You always share the credit, why not indulge in yourself a bit?”

Frisk made a face at that. “Because I’m working against selfish ideals, not with.”

“Right, right of course. Now, if you excuse me, I believe it’s time we hit this party off!” And with that statement, Mettaton made his way towards the podium. Several cameras were already pointed towards him, prompting him to blow a kiss over to them. To his left were the Dreemurrs, and to his right was Sans, Papyrus, Alphys, Undyne, and Napstablook. It was the first time Frisk had actually taken a moment to stop and appreciate all their friends and family together again. It filled them with a feeling that felt stronger than determination.

“Attention everyone! Beauties, gentle-beauties, and all non-binary beauties! I would like to give an announcement before we start.” Mettaton called into the microphone, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Thank you. Welcome everyone to the third MTT New Year’s Party! I am pleased to announce that this year, we are graced with the presence of monster-kind’s savior and our favorite ambassador, Frisk T. Dreemurr!”

Everyone turned towards Frisk and began cheering and clapping. Several pictures were taken, and Frisk couldn’t help but blush at the attention. They gave a modest wave, and the grin they had prior was still there.

“Yes lovelies, without this wonderful human being right here, we wouldn’t be able to have parties like this! Of course, we can’t forget to give credit to the family that decided to raise them and our ex-royalty. Give a hand for Toriel, Asgore, and Asriel Dreemurr!”

Another series of applause rang out in the ballroom as the three boss-monsters gave semi-synchronized bows. Asriel couldn’t help but feel a little worried at the attention, but he did his best to hide it. Thankfully, Mettaton grabbed back the audience’s attention quickly.

“For those of you who are new here, these three wonderful members were the rulers of monster kind during our dark time in the Underground. Though their actions questionable at times, their intentions were good, and we are so glad to have all three of them here with us.” Mettaton took a small pause before continuing. “Now with all the honorable mentions finished, I believe it is time for us to begin this fabulous party! Grillby, Catty, and Bratty will be in the kitchen with food and drinks, and Blooky and I will be hosting Karaoke in one of the nearby party rooms. If you are lost, please ask one of the Royal Dogs for directions. At 11:50, everyone please gather back here in preparation to celebrate the new year!”

Everyone gave one last series of applause as Mettaton bowed and sauntered off the stage. Once he was off, everyone split off into their groups to initiate the party. Almost immediately, a series of humans and young monsters began to crowd around Frisk before they even made it off the stage. They were quite surprised, but they guessed they shouldn't be, as this was the first time in years that they were in Ebott for one of Mettaton’s parties. Everyone had heard about Frisk, and they no doubt wanted to hear their story firsthand.

Asriel had noticed this as well and began to get irritated. Part of him wanted to walk up to the group and shoo them off so he could spend the time he wanted to with Frisk. He was about to do just that before remembering he wasn’t supposed to hang out with them this evening. Or at least that he was just supposed to keep any interaction between him and them platonic. However, what Asriel wanted to do was far from platonic.

Asriel thought back to what Mettaton had mentioned earlier. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to sing a romantic duet with Frisk, or take them on the dance floor and sweep them off their feet. Unfortunately, it doesn't even seem he could have a simple chat with them as the crowd around Frisk gradually grew bigger. No, Asriel just had to deal with not having them tonight, which was absolutely shitty.

Asriel then remembered that John and Dave actually said they would be at the party. Hopeful for some solace from his disappointment, Asriel began to explore the place for the two of them. Before long he found them on one of the benches along the side of the ballroom. Unfortunately, instead of finding them available, the two of them were stuck together by the lips. Even from the distance Asriel was at, he could easily make out the two making out with each other, and the disappointed feeling in Asriel’s stomach grew to full on sadness.

As Asriel watched his best friends getting more action than him, the Dogi couple walked by them. The two humans broke off for a moment and got the dogs’ attention. Asriel couldn’t tell exactly what they said, but when they were done, Dogamy pointed towards a room on the second floor. When they left, John and Dave made their way up to it. Asriel could only assume what they planned to do in there, but seeing as no one else was upstairs, Asriel assumed the worst. This caused him to blush and only made his loneliness deeper. Frustrated, Asriel made his way to the kitchen.

Thankfully Mettaton seemed to know exactly what Asriel liked; when he got to the kitchen, he found an untouched plate of sweetened underground snails. They were Asriel’s comfort food, and comfort was exactly what he needed, so he piled a few of them onto a plate and sat down at the bar. Grillby was there pouring a few drinks as Asriel arrived. He noticed the resigned face on the ex-prince and looked at him with empathy. Without much thought, Grillby turned around and prepared for Asriel a drink. Asriel didn’t notice him doing so until the drink was slid in front of him.

“Oh…” Asriel sighed. “Thanks Grillby.” He took a quick look at the drink. It wasn’t anything alcoholic, just a regular arnold palmer. However, there was a kind of disappointment Asriel directed towards the drink, like he wanted it to be something stronger. Don’t be stupid, he thought to himself. You already hate yourself enough, you don’t need alcohol to make it worse.

As Asriel began to nibble on the snails, he took a glance to the left of him, surprised to find Mettaton sitting next to him. He seemed to be staring at something, and following the direction, Asriel found exactly who he was staring at. In the room next to the kitchen stood Papyrus, surrounded by a bunch of little humans and monsters. Papyrus was putting on some sort of show, filled with a variety of dramatic poses and gestures, as the kids watched in awe and amazement. No wonder Mettaton was looking at him.

“Jeez, the world is just out to taunt me today.” Asriel mumbled.

“Whaaaa? What do you mean asseal?” Replied a slurred voice. Asriel soon found that voice to be Mettaton, who turned around to face the boss-monster with a martini in his hands and several empty glasses next to him.

“W-what?” Asriel asked, a little surprised. “Oh, I-I didn’t think you could hear me Mettaton… Wait, are you drunk?”

Instead of an immediate reply, Mettaton chuckled loudly. “I may haf had a drank or two or… sfen.” He let out another chorus of tipsy laughter. “W-what’s with you? Why the long face? Oh ho ho!”

At this point, Asriel couldn’t help but also feel annoyed, and not just at the bad pun. There was something in his head calling to him, directing his attention to the mug in Mettaton’s hand. What are you doing? Asriel asked himself. Mettaton noticed his staring, and made a sudden call to Grillby.

“Hey, hot dude! Git me another drink!” He called out enthusiastically, which was immediately greeted with another mug. “You look like shit, Asgore. Here.” The robot handed the mug to Asriel, who took it hesitantly. He looked down at the foaming drink, and then back at the robot. “But Mettaton, I’m not old enough for this.”

“Bullshith! Everyone deservth a good drink. C’moooooooon, Toriel doesn’t have to knoooow!”

Asriel wanted to protest, hell he SHOULD be protesting. Instead, he looked down at the drink again and cautiously took a sip. It didn’t taste as bad as he expected. In fact, it almost tasted and felt like a snail drink, save for the burning sensation in Asriel’s throat that made him cough. This isn’t right. I should stop. He scolded himself, but it seemed his emotions led him to be on autopilot. Soon enough, he took another sip. This time, his throat didn’t hurt as badly, so he took another and another…

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“And with the last of his abilities, Asriel rose into the air and summoned the power of all the souls in the underground. And with this power, he shattered the barrier, releasing all of monster kind into the world. And that is how, with the help of my brother, we brought monsters and humans together again.”

As Frisk finished their story, the audience gave them cheers and applause. It wasn’t hard to tell it, as they had to explain it multiple times to the many countries they visited. Because of this, they became rather efficient with telling it, as it was only a half an hour into the party, leaving plenty of time to hang out with Asriel.

“Alright, that’s all I have time for.” They announced. “Besides, this isn’t my party, and I’m sure there are other things you all want to do, so let’s go have some fun!”

One final cheer was given off before the group surrounding Frisk split off, allowing them a second to breathe. They enjoyed seeing so many people so enthusiastic about their work, but even after five years of doing so it got tiring. All they wanted to do now what spend the evening with their adoptive brother. They began to search for the boss-monster, but before they got far, they could feel something jump on them from behind.

“Friiiiiisk!” Yelled a slurred voice. Frisk stumbled as they tried to turn around, barely managing to steady themselves before falling. Their assaulter was none other than Asriel, but something wasn’t right.

“Asriel? Are you ok?” They inquired.

Asriel gave a loud chuckle, prompting a few heads to turn to him. “Me? I’m juth fucking FANTATHLIC! I’ve newer better!”

This wasn’t good. Asriel was acting to open and too many people were watching. If this kept up, acting romantically normally at the party would be the least of their issues. “Asriel, whatever is happening you need to stop.” Frisk whispered to him. “Otherwise we-”

A sudden smell hit Frisk, one that made their face instantly scrunch up in disgust. “Asriel, holy shit are you drunk!?”

Asriel smiled at them goofily and grabbed their ass with one of his paws, causing them to squeak. “I may haf had a drink… But, who caaaares? All that matters is how THEXY you look.”

Now it was blatantly obvious people were staring at them, and Frisk began to get extremely worried, not to mention very pissed at Asriel. They had to find a way to diffuse the situation, but it looked like they were out of luck. “Asriel why the fuck are you drunk?” They whispered angrily.

“Mettittyton said it was ok!” He answered in a carefree manner. “But c’mooooon Frisk. How bout you and I go upstairs and fuck?”

“Asriel, NO!”

But the damage was already down. Now, almost everyone in the room was watching the scene of Asriel trying to make advances onto Frisk. There was no way their relationship was going to be secret now. To make matters worse, Asriel was now trying to make for a kiss with Frisk. Thankfully, this action was stopped short as he fell forward onto them, passing out.

Frisk was stunned. They weren't sure what to do with their drunk boyfriend passed out in their hands, and everyone around them staring, several faces of clear disgust very obvious. Suddenly they heard a magical crackling, and right beside them appeared Sans here to save the day.

“Alright everyone, show’s over.” He announced to the crowd. “Clearly we have an issue here and we’ll get it fixed as soon as possible.”

He grabbed Frisk, and immediately the three of them were teleported back out in the parking lot, right next to Papyrus’ limo, with the tall skelebro already inside, as well as Toriel and Asgore.

“I’ll get Asriel home while you explain what happened to those two.” Sans explained to Frisk, gesturing towards their parents. “Goat luck kid.”

And as Sans blinked away, Frisk made their way slowly into the vehicle. It wasn’t until they sat between the parental monsters that they finally began to sob. Things were not looking well for neither their future, nor the future of monsters.

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