#hopefully this whole thing wont last for too much longer...

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

ngl this ship is very icky rn....

#considering that their first meeting ended with vanitas forcibly kissing her and declaring he was in love (???) #and still making advances despite Jeanne's protests.... #i really dont know what theyre trying to do here but right now it just doesnt sit right with me #which sucks bc i actually really like vanitas as a character but this is kinda ruining him for me :/// #hopefully this whole thing wont last for too much longer... #or at the very least is explained #saph-reacts #vnc

[steelycunt]

any advice about how to read more <3?

hi hello bab!! i do have a little bit i think!! it is something i was actively working on last year once i decided to get back into reading so there were a few things that worked for me but might not work for everyone but!!

if you havent read anything in a while and are trying to find the willpower again i think reading some short books to start with is really helpful and rewarding because its not too much to take on and it wont take long but by the end youve still. read a whole book and gotten to enjoy a whole story!! and to start with i think that was really valuable in getting me back into it because before that id try to start reading again with these big bricks of a book and it was easy to just. lose interest and give up again. and then obviously once youre back to reading more regularly its easier to commit yourself to longer books xx

also i found. building like a decent-length 'to-read' list was really fun and got me excited about reading again. i use storygraph to log the things i read and keep track of them (my memory is terrible) and while i know people have pointed out b4 the danger of apps like that leading to you. reading for the sake of meeting a goal/saying you read x amount of books in a year or whatever. i actually just find i really useful and fun to document things i read which i would definitely forget otherwise. i use it to keep track of books i see that id like to read and not only was it fun to. collect names of books that i think id enjoy but also knowing that i had a lot of books i was excited about lined up helped me to keep reading consistently from book to book rather than finishing one book and then thinking uhh i have no idea what i want to read now.

and then finally in terms of. reading regularly/making it more of a habit i just try to devote a bit of time to it every day!! i use public transport nearly every day so i read at those times, and often ill just read for like. half an hour in the evening with a cup of tea which is very nice and relaxing xx just setting some time aside which is definitely easier said than done sometimes but also is easier to do if i am excited about what i am reading and actively want to read more of it!! i think this is mostly what helped me get back into it after quite a long stretch (talking years) of not really reading anything outside of what i was required to for my englit course so. hopefully something here is at all useful!! have fun bab!! <3

#telegram #reading tag #anon

[writingabouteverything]

The Perfect White Flower--and Other Nonexistent Things

a/n YALL THIS IS PROBABLY DUMB BUT I HAD THIS IDEA ABOUT A HARRY STYLES X READER FIC THATS BASED ON THE PLOT OF JANE THE VIRGIN AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT SO BADLY I MADE THIS ACCOUNT

disclaimer--wont follow the show exactly 

Pairing: Harry Styles x latina! reader (a key factor of the show revolves around the lead being latina, and im latina and honestly love writing for us but anyone can still read and understand/hopefully enjoy and the fic doesn’t involve any physical descriptions:)) 

Series Summary: Y/n l/n has had the world figured out since she was a child. She won’t be a writer because it’s risky, she’ll just focus on school and becoming a teacher. She’s never been a child, because her mother had her at sixteen and hasn’t aged a single year since. That’s part of the reason the promise she made to her grandmother means so much to her--if she doesn’t have sex before marriage, her child will never have to grow up as quickly as she did. And Harry Styles is at the top of the world--his music has never been more successful, he has a lovely girlfriend, and he’s never been more in demand. He has everything in the world...except a child, and through a series of unbelievable events--y/n might be his only chance to have one. Ever. 

Chapter One Summary: Who knew getting a pap smear on two hours of sleep and three cups of coffee was as bad as having unprotected sex? 

There’s something dangerous about taking public transportation in LA. And no, I don’t mean it in the ‘there are bad people in the world’ type of way. I mean it in the ‘I live in one of the casual influencer, celebrity, tourist hubs of the world and each time I step onto the bus I find myself mesmerized by all the stories I see in them’ way. Kind of pathetic, I know, but sometimes a child with blonde pig tails or a woman streaming on instagram live will catch my eye and the urge to pull out my lap top and start something I’ll never finish. 

I know that writing isn’t some kind of disease. But I can’t let myself fall in love with it the way I want to. There’s nothing wrong with writing a short story or two, but trying to write a novel? That’s impractical. It will distract me from school, from the four year plan I’m almost done with.

Sighing, I brave taking at my surroundings. I deserve this today, after the anonymous, rude costumer at the hotel today, I need positivity. No one is particularly inspiring. The bus stops and I watch out the window. At first the crowd is ordinary, and then i see them...paparazzi. Flashing cameras from all angles, grown men violating all rules of personal space. It never sits right with me, but I guess it’s just part of living in LA. The bus starts moving again. When it stops again, I see even more paparazzis, but their cameras aren’t flashing. Good for whoever escaped that. 

The bus door opens and I snap my attention back to my computer screen. I rub my eyes as I stare at my word document. How is there more that needs to be edited? This professor is the harshest grader I’ve ever had, and my friend, Gisa, is kind for giving me even more notes. But I’m exhausted. Two tests and an essay due before 12:00. And it’s...11:38. Great--I have to upload it the second I’m at my doctor’s office and have WiFi again. 

I spend some time highlighting and rewording sentences, and once I’m done I reward myself with more people watching because I deserve it and I can’t fall asleep here. I’m kind of invested in the girl live streaming her bus ride...maybe she’ll say her instagram handle. 

But when I look up, she’s not on the bus anymore. Almost no one is. An elderly couple is sitting towards the back. A woman with a toddler sit two rows in front of me...and there’s now a man directly across from me. I blink for a moment, imagining a story for someone who’s face I can’t quite see beneath such dark sun glasses. His dark waves and strong jaw do most of the imagining for me--he deserves a mystery, a dramatic one with a happy ending and just enough romance to keep the people interested. A good romance, too--not too sappy. Enemies to lovers, maybe. A mysterious stranger that’s not really a stranger because something about him is just...familiar. 

He turns his head and I drop my gaze immediately. There’s no doubt he caught that, but I still pretend to edit the title of my essay. “You’ve been typing stubbornly since I first got on the bus.” There’s an accent--of course he’s english. But it’s more than that, I’ve heard that voice before. I’ve been...soothed by it. And--oh my god, I’m sitting across from Harry Styles.

Okay, don’t freak out. Don’t freak him out. He’s probably on here to escape the the whole ‘oh my god, you’re Harry Styles!’ thing.  

“What are you writing?” Harry Styles just spoke to me. I greeted my one direction poster every single day in middle school, and Harry Styles just spoke to me. Okay--relax, breathe--it’s only weird if you make it weird. 

There’s a kind of curt curiosity to his question. He could have been ruder, considering how blatantly I was staring at him. “I um...an essay.” I’m temped to turn the screen so that he can see I’m telling the truth. Though he wasn’t hostile, a part of me is paranoid that he thinks I am writing about him. It’s a fair assumption, for all he knows I’m drafting a tweet about who I saw on the bus this morning or preparing to send something in to some gossip girl-esque blog. “It’s due today at noon and normally I’m way more on top of things, but I had this last minute doctor’s appointment rescheduling because my usual doctor is out of town and--” I cut myself off before I can tell Harry Styles that I’m ovulating and that if I don’t go to my OBGYN now, I have to wait an entire month and I’ve already been off birth control longer than I’d like. I might not have actual sex in my near future, but my cramps have been extra terrible. “An essay, I just finished an essay.”

He nods once. Maybe he feels bad for so thoroughly startling me into such a rambling, because the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. A soft smile adds even more grace to his features, I focus on the dimple that appears in his cheek. “An aggravating essay, I take it, considering the death glares you’ve been giving your laptop screen.”

I smile at his polite humor. “It’s for the harshest grader on campus. She took three points off of my first essay freshman year because I spaced my bibliography wrong.” 

He cringes in sympathy. “Good luck.” 

“Thanks,” I hum, proud of myself for not letting him know that I know who he is. The bus stops, I can see my doctor’s office behind a few paparazzi. “This is my stop.” 

Harry nods once, ducking his head slightly. A tiny part of me feels sympathy for him; from what I’ve gathered, he genuinely loves his fans and the relationship they have, but it must be draining to never have a moment of privacy. Especially when it’s people who care more about selling your picture than your mental health. 

I linger on the bus’s step, watching the men with large cameras look around. “Excuse me, are you guys looking for Harry Styles?” Most of the men disregard me, but one looks at me. “I know he’s near here because I’m a really big fan and my friend just texted that she saw him.” This gets me the attention I wanted. “He’s at Northfield--a cafe like three blocks down. I just know that if she got a picture with Harry in like a magazine or something she’d totally lose it--in a good way, and she’s been having a bad time so if you see her can you try to make it happen? Knowing her she’ll be at his side, she’s blonde, shortish hair.” 

The men seem skeptical, but I guess they realize that this is the best lead they have. I think the fact that I gave a reason to justify selling Harry out for no reason helped. They disperse together, heading at least three blocks away from Harry. I don’t know if I’ve actually helped him, but I hope I have. 

“Essay girl.” I freeze, half cringing. Did he hear that? That’s embarrassing. I consider darting away, but decide that would just make me cringe more. So I turn on my heels. “You...you forgot your phone.” 

He just saved my life. “Thank you.” I take my phone from his outstretched hand, ignoring the slight thrill that runs through me when our fingers brush. “You’re my hero--the last thing I needed today was to run all over the city searching for my phone.” I finish the awkward admission with a partial laugh. 

“Least I could do,” he mumbles, “especially considering what you just did.” 

...He did see that. “Oh um--it was nothing, I just kind of made a connection and assumed the only reason you’d be on a public bus is because you were trying to avoid some things, and you make really great music and a lot of people happy, so you deserve that break.” Why does it feel like I’ve been talking forever? “Anyways, thanks for the whole phone thing, and I hope I got them off your tail.” 

My joke seems to somewhat land. His lips part, like he’s planning on saying something else. A timer on my phone interrupts him. I instinctually look down--great, the alarm on my phone warning me that I’m only ten minutes away from being late. “I’m late.” I turn towards the bus’s exit. “I gotta go, but thanks again, and I hope you have a good day.” 

I disappear after that, still not sure that that whole thing wasn’t some kind of hallucination. Did I just meet Harry Styles? He...he gave me my phone. Harry Styles has touched my phone. I can’t wait to tell Gisa, she’ll lose it.

I’m still thinking about Harry Styles when I finally reach my OBGYN’s office. When I get there, things are a lot more hectic than I thought they’d be. Many people crowd the waiting area and the receptionist’s desk is clearly understaffed. Two young girls are trying to address multiple upset pregnant women and take phone calls at the same time, all while practically buried in a sea pf paperwork. Wow, I didn’t realize that transferring was such chaos. One of the girls waves me over and barely checks my name before shoving a form towards me. I fill out as quickly as possible. 

 I upload my essay quickly after checking in. Who knows, maybe Harry Styles’s blessing will get me an A? A third person in scrubs emerges from the back after a moment and ushers me into a room. I tell myself to focus on going over the facts I need for the test I have to take in a little over an hour. Or to focus on the fact that I just met Harry Styles. But instead, I feel my heavy eyelids fall shut. 

I don’t know how long I sleep, but I know that I wake up during the middle of a doctor’s sentence, “...I know I’m not your usual, so I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 

“Hm...Yeah, yeah I’m comfortable.” She nods once, her wide eyes slightly red. “But I do have a class today in like an hour, so I was wondering if this was going to take longer because of the office’s move?” 

“Oh, no,” she shakes her head. “Just because Dr. Rodriguez gave us no notice before deciding that she no longer wanted to work here...or in the country. Or even live in the US, despite the fact that we just signed a lease on a place together...” Tears well in the stranger’s eyes, pity settles in my stomach. 

“That sounds incredibly complicated, I didn’t mean to rush you.” 

She blinks twice, her expression blanking as she fights against the pain of what’s clearly a terrible break up. “No, no--you have every right. Today is your day and if..honestly, if you’re strong enough to go to a class after this, and do what you’re about to do by yourself, then I’m strong enough to get through today.” 

Um...didn’t realize a pap smear counted as something that needs moral support, but I’ll chalk it up to her heightened emotions. “Thanks.” 

She snaps on her medical gloves. “No, thank you for your patience. Now lay down.” 

I do as told, preparing for a sensation I haven’t often experienced. A moment passes and I know she’s started. She’s moving away from me much faster than expected. Oh--I guess pap smears are a lot shorter than I expected. 

“That’s it?” 

“Yep,” she hums, pulling her gloves off. “Now just take it easy, and hydrate.”

Weird...but that’s like general doctor advice. “Thanks!” 

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I’ve never wanted to keep a secret from Gisa, but sometimes I really regret telling her I met Harry Styles. It’s been almost a month and I find my mind wandering back to the moment in which our fingers brushed more than I should. Sometimes I let myself wonder what he might have said if my phone hadn’t rang. I was probably just imagining the way his lips parted, but my ind refuses to let it go. 

“...You know it’s kind of sad, I read an interview in which he spoke about the fact that he has some genetic condition that makes it hard to have kids. He has so many godchildren, and I feel like he’d make such a great father.” 

I try to keep up with Gisa’s words, but the dull ache in my head makes it feel so far away. “Yeah...he seemed really patient.” 

Gisa nods, turning to face me. “You alright, you’re looking kinda green?” 

“Yeah...” I reach for my canvas bag. “I think I just...I probably just need some water.” 

My hand grazes the metal of my water bottle and then the corners of my vision blur into blackness. I sway, Gisa’s hand is on my shoulder...and then it all goes black. 

--

I sit uncomfortably on the hospital’s cot. Gisa is a traitor for telling my mom that I fainted. I knew she’d just drag me here--hispanic mothers, they either believe they can cure you with vic’s vapor rub or they want you in the ER. No in between. 

“I know you didn’t want another test, but you’ve been throwing up in the morning for days and now you’re fainting.” 

“Fainted,” I correct, “it happened once.” 

“C’mon, mija, it’s just one doctor’s appointment.” 

Speaking of, an ER nurse returns. “Fainting and nausea spells explained,” he says, glancing at his clipboard, “you’re pregnant.” 

My mom and I can’t help but exchange a look before bursting into laughter. Pregnant. If I’m pregnant then the second coming is here. “That’s impossible, I’m a virgin.” 

He glances at my mom, “maybe we should have this conversation in private.” 

“No, what you say in front of me you can say in front of my mom.” 

My mom raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, did you and that guy from your english class--” 

“No! No, we did not. I am a virgin and there’s no way I’m pregnant.” I glare at the nurse. 

He then ushers me to a bathroom so that I can provide a urine sample. After I’m finished, he shows me a pregnancy test strip. “Pink means pregnant.” I bite my tongue as he tests the strip in my sample. He pulls it out and it’s...it’s bright pink.

“I’m calling my doctor, because this has to be a mistake. It has to be like a hormonal thing.” 

“Exactly, pregnancy hormones.” 

I glare even harder, calling the doctor that I saw last week. “Hello, Dr. Ash? I was wondering if I could get a consultation because I’m in the ER and some crazy doctor is trying to tell me I’m pregnant.” 

Silence on the line for a long second. “...I actually cleared my calendar for you.” 

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #jane the virgin #jane the virgin AU #lot #hslot st louis

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T: Return of the Blep

It’s back but also not! (no i wont explain it you’ll see what I mean) Thank y’all for bullying him so much yesterday, it was a wonderful way to end the erabus!

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Ingredients: mouth whump, noncon surgery, lab whump

Erebus wanted to back away, to run, to hide, to resist, to fight. But doing so only made it hurt more when he lost, and he knew he was going to lose. So when the guards came to get him the next morning, he let them grab him and guide him down the hall. He promised himself he would be strong, no matter what awaited him, he could face it...right? He had to. He had to.

But as soon as Erebus laid eyes on the metal table, with its leather straps and bright overhead lights, his legs gave out. This was real. Right there, right on that table, he was going to be tied down and… he started to struggle desperately against the men dragging him, panic destroying his resolve to go quietly. He would not just let them do this, he was a person, he wasn’t a lab rat, he couldn’t let this happen. “Stop resisting,” one of the men growled, but Erebus hardly heard him through the haze of terror that had settled over him. Frustrated with Erebus’s squirming, the guard punched him square in the stomach. He gasped for breath, going limp long enough for the men to hoist him onto the table and strap his limbs down.

“Hey!” Neteri rushed over from her worktable, fuming. “Did you just hit him?”

“I’m sorry ma’am he was being difficult-”

“Well, I’d think two trained guards shouldn’t have a problem with one boy.” She got as close to the offending guard’s face as she could, somehow looking threatening while standing on her tiptoes. “You do not hurt him unless I explicitly tell you too. He is my experiment, my property, and there will be hell to pay if you mess that up in any way. Are we clear?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Seeing the guard’s regret, she stepped back. 

“Good. Now out of my sight.” Neteri turned to Erebus the moment the guards had left, her fury melting into concern. He couldn’t stop shaking, the table was so cold and he was so helpless and he was her experiment and what the hell was she going to do to him-

“Hey, hey, you’re alright, Erebus,” she said softly, sitting down on the table next to his head. She took off one of her gloves and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry he hit you. I know you’re scared, but I promise today won’t hurt that much. I’m just going to give you a new tongue so you can talk again, won’t that be nice? Though there are a couple conditions you have to agree to first.” 

Erebus froze. She...she was going to give him his tongue back? But why? Hadn’t she cut it off as a way of saying that she...wanted him? Unless...she did that instead of severing his vocal chords so it would be easier to reverse? Part of him started to hope that things weren’t going to be so bad after all, but he doubted that would be the case. She was pretty upfront about how she thought she owned him, like anyone could own a person, and she certainly didn’t treat him as an equal. Still, being able to talk would make this situation a whole lot more bearable, depending on what her conditions were. 

“Basically, I just want you to cooperate and be honest with me, and those sort of go hand in hand. If I ask you something, I want you to answer it, and I want you to tell the truth. If something’s bothering you, I want you to speak up.” Erebus made a face at that one. He had a very long list of things that were bothering him, and he doubted she’d take the collar off him or let him go just because he asked. She chuckled. “No, I can’t guarantee I’ll fix whatever it is, but I do want to make you as comfortable as possible within what I want. There’s no harm in asking though, because the worst thing that’ll happen is I say no. And if I messed up a procedure in some way and it hurts or something feels off, I need you to tell me. So can you agree to do that?”

Erebus considered it for a moment and then nodded. He didn’t have much of a choice, and he’d gladly voice his thoughts and complaints if it meant he’d have the ability to do so again. Neteri smiled and gave his head a final pat before getting up and putting her glove back on. He felt her pull another strap over his forehead, tight enough that he couldn’t move it at all. Despite his best efforts to remain calm, his breathing started to quicken again. He hated being immobilized on a table like this; he was just so completely helpless and vulnerable. She could do whatever she wanted to him and he would just have to lie here and take it. Neteri noticed and gave him a sympathetic look.

“You’re still nervous, huh?” Erebus tried to nod, but the strap around his head prevented it, so he bit his lip and looked away. He wanted his tongue back, but...he wasn’t exactly excited to have her messing around inside his mouth again, and he doubted it was going to be painless. “Well…” Neteri thought for a moment, looking around her lab. Her gaze landed on something he couldn’t see, and when she returned to his line of vision, she was holding a small jar and a brush. “I don’t know how much this will help, but it’s all I can think of, so hopefully it’s good enough.” Erebus’s fear gave way to confusion as she climbed up onto the table, standing over him. She started to paint something on the ceiling, but, upon realizing he could kind of see up her skirt, Erebus squeezed his eyes shut. At one point she planted a foot on his chest, probably in an effort to reach higher up, and he couldn’t help but cough at the extra weight. “Gah, you messed me up. Oh well, he has a little scar now I guess.” 

When he felt her step down off the table, he opened his eyes again to see that she had painted...something...on the ceiling. It just looked like a potato with ears and a tail. And a beady little eye with a splash of paint under it, likely from when she stepped on his chest. At first he was sort of confused as to what the purpose of the strange drawing was, but the longer he stared at it, the cuter it looked. Its simplicity was sort of endearing, and soon he found himself enjoying the sight of the round little rat. Wait, was he really being comforted by a stupid little drawing on the ceiling when Neteri was about to operate on him? Though...it was all he was going to get, wasn’t it?

Seeming to think he’d calmed enough, Neteri pried his mouth open and shoved some sort of rubber block between the teeth on one side of his mouth, forcing him to keep his jaw open wide. Holy Drottkia, she was starting, it was happening, there was a knife moving towards his mouth. He whined and tried to keep still as she made an incision along the stump of his tongue. He figured it was probably to make the reattachment easier, but the reminder of the pain he’d felt when she cut it out the first time was enough to bring tears to his eyes. No, no, this was going to fix it, he would be able to talk again, this wasn’t that day all over again.

At the sensation of something cold pressing against the wound, and Erebus couldn’t help but feel a little spark of elation. He really was getting his tongue back. But as Neteri started her healing spell, he realized the operation was far from over. Both of her hands were in his mouth, healing magic lighting everything ablaze. The feeling of his tongue was starting to come back, each nerve reattaching with an agonizing spark, every pain circuit firing all at once. He tried his best not to scream, but it was difficult not to with his mouth stuck open like this. After what seemed like an eternity, the magic finally stopped flowing. Neteri pulled her hands, and the rubber block, out of his mouth, allowing him to close his aching jaw. Having a tongue in his mouth again felt so strange, even if he had only been without it for two days. Neteri opened his mouth again, gently examining his tongue one last time before nodding and stepping back. 

“Okay, it looks good! So just...go ahead and talk. About whatever. I need to see if it works right, you know?” Erebus opened his mouth, but his mind drew a blank. What was he supposed to say after...that? Neteri looked at him quizzically. “Is something wrong? Does it still hurt?”

“I…” Why couldn’t he think of anything to say?! He’d wanted nothing more than the freedom to voice his thoughts the past few days, but now that he could, he was coming up with nothing. In his defense, he hadn’t exactly been expecting her to ask him to monologue right away.

“Seriously, Erebus, you can say whatever you want. I really don’t care. If you want to yell at me and tell me how much you hate me, feel free! I won’t, like, punish you or anything. And I’m not one of those people who’s like ‘I said I wouldn’t punish you but I was lying and you should know better’ or whatever, that’s so dumb. I’m not here for mind games, I’m here for body games.” There was a pause. “That came out wrong. Incredibly wrong. I don’t mean-”

“Shut up.” The words bubbled up out of nowhere, and he let them come. “You never shut up, and you’re so…awkward. Enough that half the time, I wasn’t sure what I would even say if I could talk. And now that I can, I don’t even know what to say. I mean, there’s been a lot I’ve wanted to say over these past two days, but I don’t remember any of them, because what the hell-?” Erebus stopped, suddenly realizing what he’d just said and who he’d said it to. He felt himself go red as he cautiously glanced at Neteri.

For a moment, he couldn’t read her expression at all, but a smile soon crept across her face, and before he knew it she was laughing uncontrollably. “Oh-hahaha-oh man, Erebus, Erebus, you,” she paused in an attempt to stop her laughter, “I was worried you weren’t going to be able to be honest with me, what with you having been a prince and all, but that was just-” she giggled one last time and took a deep breath, “it was unexpected. Good, but not what I expected out of you at all what with your sad little eyes.”

“I-I don’t have sad little ey-”

“Yeah, you do,” Neteri cut him off as she unbuckled the strap around his head. “But for real, how does it feel? Talking doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“It...feels fine. Talking feels normal, and it doesn’t hurt at all, but it just feels kind of...different? I didn’t think I’d forget what my own tongue felt like, but I guess I must have.” He ran it over his teeth. Something was definitely off, it felt rougher somehow.

“Well, seeing as that isn’t your tongue, that’s not exactly shocking.”

“Not my...wait, what?!”

“Yeah that’s part of the tongue of a gluttony demon. You didn’t think I was going to just put yours back, did you? What would have been the point of cutting it off in the first place?”

“What’s the point of putting a-a demon tongue in its place though?”

“Erebus,” she leaned down over him and placed a hand on his cheek, “I’m just going to tell you right now, you’re gonna have to get used to it. Because it’s only going to get worse from here.”

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#i wrote something #erebus & terror #erebus #neteri #mouth whump #noncon surgery #lab whump #yes that is rat zander he's canon shut the fuck up. my king #can we get some :P out in here #this mans can lick halite again rejoice fuckers #hopefully no one is too upset about mans getting his speaking rights back #yeet we getting into the fuckin Experiment hours now i am pleased #fuck can't believe i have to start writing dialogue for erebus again #no more just him sad little eyes. he do got sad little eyes tho #oh uh and because im mean if you ever want to ask mute!erebus a question you still can because it's funny #just like. specify. that you want that #erebus is finally strapped to the table. where he belongs <3 #erebus really said shut the FUCK up neteri #god im excited for them to have like actual conversations i enjoy their dynamic too much #there WAS gonna be a bit more to this but i decided to move it to ch8 so that can have some angst #because it's not gonna be all that whumpy so like. gotta spread it out #and then people who arent comfy with the surgery bit dont have to pick around this as much

[writing-gifts]

okay im back with the 7th part of the incubus!doppio au! this chapter is really long compared to the other ones!

also I made the decision to make reader asexual in this story, I mentioned it on my blog already but saying at again since it’s mentioned this chapter. so there definitely wont be any smut in the future 

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@wasabi-mommy @mistabrainr0t @the-average-mastermind 

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It’s been 2 weeks since you last saw Doppio. He was most definitely avoiding you since you snapped at him, kind of. You realized you had upset him right after it happened too, but you didn't expect him to stop visiting because of it.

So when you weren't at work or trying to socialize with coworkers, you were by yourself. Being alone wasn't necessarily bad, but the whole time you'd end up dwelling on Doppio and stressing yourself out.

You tried to consider the positives, which there was one; Diavolo hadn't shown up either. But still, you missed your friend. And at this point, you were fed up with your thoughts going in circles. So instead of moping around your living room today too, you decide to go to the only other person you know nearby.

Retracing the steps you took with Doppio to get back home after your visit with the local witch--Was he the only witch in this area? You didn't know--you find your way back to the clearing in the forest with the giant lake and cabin.

Bruno looks surprised to find you at his door but lets you in. “I wasn't expecting you to come back.”

You shrug.

"By the way--" he says, "--it would be best not to wander too much in this forest. Many fae reside deeper within it and we don't want you running into any of them."

You nod since you didn't plan on going anywhere you hadn't been shown before anyway.

The comfortable looking couches around the fireplace are just what you need after that long walk. But as soon as you fall back into one of the loveseats, something sharp pricks your ass.

"Ow!" You shoot up and turn around. "What the hell…?"

A small pin you hadn't noticed was already occupying the seat. You pick it up and when Bruno sees what's in your hand he sighs.

"Okay, which one of you did it?" He sounds exasperated but stern.

There's no response and you wonder if the witch is talking to himself.

His brows furrow and he frowns, clearly frustrated by something.

He takes the pin from you. "Sorry about that ____."

"Uhh, it's fine? Accidents happen." You make sure there's nothing else in the seat and sit down. "...Who were you talking to?"

"My kids."

"You have kids?" You have never heard any noise or seen anything in the house that would imply that. Were they hiding?

Bruno drops the pin in the drawer of the small, wooden table next to the couch. He then takes a seat in the loveseat across from yours. “Well in a way. It's more like I just let them reside here.”

You were still confused but Bruno continues speaking before you can inquire more.

"Why'd you decide to visit?"

"I'm going to be honest. I was feeling a little lonely."

"No visitors?"

You rub at your arm and your slight frown becomes a full pout. "Yea…"

You didn't even have a certain cat anymore to help break the silence at home. Of course you weren't going to admit that part.

"Well that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"No. I already told you I want Doppio to stay with me, so it actually is."

Bruno hums. "I'm just trying to help you ____."

"You think you're helping me? Things don't have to go your way you know."

The witch looks completely unfazed by your words. “One day you'll understand and hopefully without you getting hurt.”

You deeply exhale. Talking to Bruno reminded you of a brick wall and you couldn't even find it in you to get mad.

"Wow…"

He raises a brow. "What?"

“You're stubborn as hell.”

"The same goes to you."

The two of you are quiet after that and the witch watches you. You felt like he was trying to see into your head and it made sitting still hard.

“Do you need something?” you ask.

“You're the one in my house ____.”

“Yea but you don't have to stare so hard...”

“You came here for another reason. Tell me.”

Caught off guard you take longer than usual to respond. You didn't know how Bruno could tell but it was best if you just said what you needed to instead of beating around the bush.

"Okay...I did. I was wondering about the exorcism, but not for Doppio--for Diavolo." You look down at your lap. "Do you think it's possible to exorcise him without hurting Doppio? I'm not even really sure how their whole situation works to be honest.”

You look to Bruno wondering if he had any answers.

"....A demon possessing a demon--that's what's most likely happening."

"Huh? That sounds strange."

"It is very peculiar, but I can't say it's impossible. So maybe there's a way to do an exorcism like you wanted."

Bruno's familiar swims by, above the fireplace and his eyes follow the eel. "Leone told me you two don't get along," he mentions.

"Me and Diavolo? Well yea. I'm sure you know he wants to kill me."

"Yes." His eyes land back on you. "That's why I'm not completely onboard with your idea."

"Okay but don't you think it would be better to at least get rid of one demon who definitely wants to hurt me instead of none?"

"I can't guarantee it; there's a chance it won't work and we'll only piss him off. Then you'd possibly be in more danger. It would make more sense and be much easier to get rid of both of them."

You frown but you weren't giving up. "Diavolo already has it out for me though. So not trying because of that is kinda pointless."

The rebuttal you just gave was weak and you weren't sure you could come up with anymore. So the longer Bruno takes to reply the more nervous you become.

"Listen, I'm not saying I'll do this but I'll at least look into it," he finally says.

You perk up. Even though you couldn't say he seemed convinced, you could at least work with it!

"T-Thank you! I'll even help!" You stand up eager to start. "Where do you want me to look first?" you ask.

From then on, you spend your off days at Bruno's home looking for any information about exorcism within his many books. A lot of which were in languages you didn't understand.

Surprising to you, Bruno turns out to be pretty good company when he isn't actively trying to get rid of Doppio. And you quickly find yourself enjoying coming over. It was the perfect distraction too.

You also now had the chance to really take in how cool the witch's house was. It felt like you were at the aquarium whenever you walked through it! So at first, you did a lot of that whenever you needed a break. Bruno's familiar which you found out was named Angeela, would swim along with you and keep you company. And even though there were no other fish it was still really relaxing.

But soon, strange things started to occur. Doors closing behind you. Items falling on top of you. It happened one too many times and started to freak you out so you brought it up with Bruno. It seemed to stop right after that though so you shrugged it off and decided to focus more on researching from then on.

During one of your visits, you focus a little too hard and accidentally end up staying too late. And there's no way for you to traverse back home safely so Bruno insists you stay in the spare guest room.

After dinner, you're ready to quietly head to bed for the night, but while you're cleaning your face, Abbacchio walks into the bathroom.

You raise a brow at the cat. You'd only seen hints of him this whole week. "What the hell?"

"Is there a problem?" The cat jumps up on the counter barely looking your way.

"Yea, you just walked in here without warning. What if I was changing you weirdo?"

"Then you wouldn't have left the door cracked open."

You roll your eyes and go back to what you're doing. "Where did you even come from?"

"None of your business. You don't want me around you anyway so it shouldn't matter."

"I said my house. I don't care what you do outside of it."

You wash off your hands and grab the tooth brush Bruno gave you. It's quiet except for the sink water running and the sound of you brushing your teeth. But you feel like you have to talk with Abbacchio in the room.

You spit in the sink. “Umm...is there something you need from me?”

The cat’s tail twitches before he answers. “Just making sure you don't do anything stupid."

Your lips purse. You were literally just trying to get ready for bed.

"Okay?" You go back to brushing.

The cat huffs. "You should stop trying to keep Doppio around. You're literally wasting time--"

“Ah, that's why you came in here," you interrupt through a mouthful of foam. You spit. "....I don't understand why everyone keeps doing this.”

"Doing what?" The cat sounds and looks irritated.

"Telling me this and that! I'm going to stay with Doppio and nothing you, Bruno, or Diavolo say is going to chase me off."

You expect to get lectured some more but Abbacchio glares at you. "Please don't tell me you aren't actually in love with him?" he asks.

"What are you talking about? I just want to stay with him because we're friends."

"You barely know him. It must be 'love'...or lust."

You shake your head. "Lust's definitely not it."

Abbacchio tilts his head but you weren't exactly in the mood to explain asexuality right now, especially to a feline, so you leave it at that and go back to brushing your teeth.

He squints at you. “Okay then. You're definitely in denial about your feelings though.”

"Can't friends care about each other--"

"Yes but that takes years. You're ready to throw your safety to the wind for someone you've known for a few months. You need to be careful before this crush gets out of hand."

You let out the most frustrated sigh. "Doppio wouldn't hurt me. I trust him."

"Hmph, you don't even understand this world but you think you know better."

You pause unsure how to respond. You wanted to say something back but he unfortunately had a point. This supernatural stuff was still new to you and you were honestly processing it kind of slowly.

Since you knew you weren't getting in the last word with Abbacchio and you were tired of being scolded by a cat, you rinse off your toothbrush and leave the restroom.

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You open your eyes and stare at the unfamiliar ceiling for a several seconds before getting out of bed. You forgot to bring a glass of water with you and there was no way you would be able to get back to sleep with such a dry throat. So you creep out of your room.

The blueish glow from the tanks help light your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You see Angeela pass by before turning back and swimming along with you.

You smile before whispering. "Just getting water.”

The eel continues to follow you all the way to the kitchen. You rub at your arms once you enter to fend off the unusual chill in the room. Unfortunately, this was common in Bruno’s home. You suspected a draft problem but the witch didn’t seem to care.

Angeela swims out of view while you hurry and look for a glass so you can get back to your warm bed.

Once you find one in the cupboards, you fill it with water from the sink's tab and quench your thirst before filling it again. You move to leave but stop at the kitchen's entrance and look back at the refrigerator. You might as well eat something while you’re here.

Ready to grab the leftover food Bruno made for dinner, you open the fridge and scream. The glass you’re holding falls from your hand and shatters on the floor. And you slam the fridge door shut.

Abbacchio’s the first to appear in the kitchen. “There better be a good reason you’re yelling!"

“Something in the fridge--A HEAD--I don't know!”

Right after that Bruno rushes in. “What's wrong ____?”

“Something weird in the fridge--a head! I was just looking in the fridge because I was kinda hungry!”

Bruno pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fugo and Narancia come out now!”

A second passes before something phases into form in front of the annoyed witch. Then right after something small and sparkly flies out from behind the dish rack next to the sink. But you've barely registered the second thing cause there’s a little ghost kid standing there!

He had a tealish glow and you could see right through him.

A shiver runs up your spine and you want to run out of this cabin.

“Do either of you want to explain why ____ says they saw a head in the fridge?” Bruno asks. His breath is visible from how cold it's gotten.

The ghost looks down at his feet avoiding eye contact. The glowing light next to the ghost didn’t seem keen on answering either.

“Brats,” Abbacchio says before walking out of the kitchen.

"Narancia t-told me to…" the ghostly child's voice sounds watery and distant.

Bruno sighs before looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I...It’s okay,” you lie.

And you guess Bruno can tell because he stares at you strangely before speaking again. “Well I suppose I should introduce you to them since we all are here. This is Fugo." He points to the ghost. "And this is Narancia.”

You risk getting closer to the glowing small creature flying in the air and realize that they look like a shrunken child with wings.

“A...pixie?” you ask. You can barely believe your eyes but should you be surprised at this point?

"I think...I need to go to sleep," you say.

“Okay,” Bruno says, understanding. “Are you sure you're fine?”

“Uh huh.” You’re about to speed walk to the guest room, but remember the glass on the floor.

“Oh wait do you have a broom?" you ask the witch. "I-I'm sorry…”

“I'll take care of it.”

You nod and go back to your room. You wouldn't be wandering around Bruno's home again at night, if you ever stayed the night again that is.

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When you open your front door to walk out, you immediately tense up in surprise. Doppio's standing there, holding the key you gave him.

"Doppio!"

" ____--"

The both of you stop talking.

The incubus frowns and fidgets with the key in his hand. "Er ____...I'm sorry for keeping things from you! I really missed you.”

You hum but can't get any words out. For some reason you felt uncomfortable and timid.

“____?”

You clench your hands next to your sides and force yourself to speak. “I shouldn't have said what I did and especially not that harshly. I-I'm sorry and I missed you too.”

Doppio seems to relax but you stand in place awkwardly, struggling to make proper eye contact.

“That's okay ____. I understand why you were upset.”

"Yea but still…"

"Um, is it okay if we hug?" Doppio asks.

His expression is shy but he doesn't look away which makes you smile. You nod and open your arms. Your friend walks into them wrapping his own arms around you and giving you a squeeze. He smells like something sugary but you can't place it.

Once you're satisfied, you let your arms drop and pull away from the incubus.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He tilts his head. “Weren't you heading somewhere though?”

“I can go later. It’s not urgent.”

Doppio nods and walks past you inside. You shut the door and the two of you sit down on the couch.

“So what were you up to the last several weeks?” A question that you hoped would make any left over awkwardness disperse.

“I was on business for the boss.”

“Of course...Maybe he’ll finally stop being so angry with me.”

Doppio looks confused before his eyes widen, "Not that type of business!"

“Oh! What type of stuff then?"

"Um...making sure people stick to agreements. I don't think you'd want me to go into detail."

He gives a bit of a forced laugh. So you move on.

"Hey, you're okay right?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“Like you're not dying or anything? Diavolo said you would just lose your powers, but I just want to make sure.”

“Oh that. Yeah, I'm okay! I don't need sex to stay alive...”

You nod. “I guess I'm still trying to wrap my head around this incubus stuff--well demon stuff in general." You suddenly remember the events that happened at Bruno's house recently. “Actually, supernatural stuff overall. Soooo...just wondering, is it possible to exorcise a demon out of a demon?”

He grimaces slightly. “____, what are you trying to do?”

“I'm just speculating, but maybe we could get rid of Diavolo.”

Doppio's eyes widen. "N-no way. Why?"

”Don't you want to? He's literally leeching off of you.”

You liked Doppio...a lot and you wanted him to stay by your side but dealing with his alter ego frankily sucked. You had been able to tolerate him (barely) but after not having him come in and threaten you for the past couple weeks, any qualms (if there were any to begin with) about getting rid of Diavolo were gone. You just needed to get Doppio onboard.

“I don't know…I know he can be a lot but he's not all bad.”

You stare unbelieving at him. “Doppio, I think you might be codependent. He's literally the worst type of person.”

He avoids your eyes. "Well technically he's not even a person--"

“Demon whatever, he still sucks.”

"I don't think this is a good idea ____. He might be listening right now!"

That wasn't about to stop you. And even though Doppio didn't like to act like it, he had more control over this body than his "boss". The fact that Diavolo hasn't appeared to rip you apart proved that.

“If it doesn't work you can put all the blame on me. He won't hurt his own vessel anyways.”

“I'm not worried about me ____."

You smile a bit at his concern. "If we get this to work then you'll never have to worry about me."

Doppio sighs. "I guess...How are you even planning to do this?”

“Well, I've been visiting Bruno while you were gone.”

The incubus immediately looks disgruntled.

“Don't make that face okay. I actually managed to get him to consider doing things a different way.”

“B-But what if he's just using this as a way to get our guard down?”

“We are just researching. I haven't agreed to anything just yet. I really just want to know if it's possible…And wouldn't it be nice to have your own body?”

Doppio nods but still looks unsure.

“So let's just see what happens?” you say hoping to give him that little push he needs.

"Well if it's just research...it can't hurt to look into it?"

You nod and smile. “Right! I'll let you know if anything comes up.”

#doppio x reader #vinegar doppio x reader #incubus!doppio #plot plot plot #started writing the next part but its hella rough so idk when im updating again #jjba x reader #im excited for the next chapter because froggie #if you know you know #reader insert

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Mismatch- Part 3

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

Ah Irony, I trust this wont be the last I’m seeing of you

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‘Sorry, Nino told Adrien that you guys said to go ahead!?’ Chloe explained.

“Looks like Liela’s at it again,” Marion tells Marinette.

“Of course she is,” Marinette was already hailing a cab

‘Lila must have told Alya who told Nino or something’ Marion responds.

'I am so sorry we’ll come back to get you’  

‘Dont worry bout it we’re getting a cab’

‘Dont let kags kill anyone’ He adds

‘No promises’

Marinette grabs Marion by the arm, dragging him over to a cab. Just as she's about to climb in someone grabs her, arm pulling her away. Reflexes kick in and she makes a jab at their stomach. They block her punch, but let go of her arm. Marinette looks up to see a black haired blue eyed boy who couldn't be any older than them.

“This isn’t a real cab,” He explains quickly, taking his phone out to snap a picture of the stunned driver.

“Oh? Oh!” Marinette processes, realising she just tried to punch him for helping her, “I am so sorry!”

“It’s ok, good reflexes,” He compliments, they step away from the cab as it speeds away, “I’m Tim,”

“Marinette,” She shakes his offered hand, “This is Marion,”

“Hi, thanks for that,” Marion nods towards where the ‘taxi’ was, “How could you tell?”

“You live around here long enough you learn to spot them,” Tim answers, “are you two french?”

“Yep,” Marinette chirped, “We’re on a class trip,”

“Where’s your class?” Tim frowns looking around.

“Ummm… they kinda….” Marinette looked down at her shoes.

“Left us,” Marion finishes for her.

“They left you? In Gotham?” Tim asks, the twins nod avoiding eye contact.

“Where are you staying? I’ll drive you there,” Tim decides.

“You don’t have to do that!” Marinette gestures wildly, wide eyed.

“We’ll be fine on our own,” Marion adds, because yes they did almost get in a fake cab, but it wasn't as if they couldn't have dealt with it.

“It’s all right,” Tim tells them, scanning the cars around, “Look my rides here,”

The twins turn to see a limo pull up, a well dressed driver steps out of the vehicle.

“Good Evening Master Tim, how was your trip?” He asks, taking Tim’s bag.

“It was fine Alfred,” Tim says, “would you mind if we dropped these two off at their hotel?”

“Not at all, Master Tim, I am Alfred Pennyworth,” Alfred greets the twins, “May I ask your names,”

“Uh, Marion, and this is Marinette,” Marion replies, “You really don’t have to, we’ll be fine,”

“It’s no trouble at all,” He tells them, “Where are you staying?”

“Wayne hotel,” Marinette goes to grab her bags to find them gone, turning to see Alfred already placing it in the trunk.

“Witchcraft,” Marion whispers to her, Marinette nods. She always made sure to at least be touching her backpack, as it held the Miracle box.

“Come in,” Tim offers, already sitting in the Limo.

The twins concede climbing in after Tim a little awkwardly. He had somehow gotten ahold of a travel cup and was holding it like a lifeline.

“I’m surprised you're staying at the Wayne hotel for a class trip,” Tim takes a gulp of the probably scalding hot coffee.

“Marinette submitted an amazing essay to the Wayne Foundation and won the trip for the whole class,” Marion dodges her kick, Tim hides his smirk behind his cup.

"We submitted an essay,” Marinette corrects, glaring at Marion for shaking his head.

“Thank you for the ride,” Marion changes the topic.

“No problem, I really don’t mind, the longer I stay away from the manor the better,” Tim replies sleepily.

“Why's that?” Marinette questions, concern written all over her face.

“Loud, too many siblings” Tim quickly clarified, “I need more time with my coffee before I deal with them,”

“I think I can relate,” Marion mutters, ignoring Marinette's look, “How many siblings do you have?”

“Officially? Thr-Two brothers,”

“Unofficially?” Marinette prods.

“Feels like half of Gotham most the time,” Tim sighs, making them chuckle.

“You two must be twins?” Tim guesses.

“Unfortunately,” Marinette sighs.

“You love me,” Marion scoffs.

“Unfortunately,” Marinette repeats, Tim cracks a smile.

“If it's any consolation you seem to get on much better than I do with my siblings,” Tim takes another long sip from his coffee.

“If it’s any consolation we’re always fighting,” Marion parrots, sharing a knowing glance with Marinette. Fighting? Yes. Fighting each other? Only when Chat Noir gets brainwashed.

“So what are you looking forward to in Gotham?” Tim asks.

“Lots of things,” Marinette and Marion start to tell Tim all about their(civilian) plans. Tim suggests places every now and then, he points out the hotel as they start to get closer.

“Ah!” Marinette exclaims, turning to Marion, “We were meant to check in as a class, will they even let us in?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they do,” Tim assures them. When they pull up at the hotel Alfred opens the door and Tim gets out with them.

“Thank you so much,” Marinette takes her bags from Alfred, giving him a smile.

“You’re welcome Miss,” Alfred smiles back.

Marion also gives his thanks and they follow Tim into the building. Marinette admires the architecture, brainstorming ideas for designs. Perhaps she can make improvements to the outfits they’ll be using at the concert. Tim goes straight to the front desk and explains the situation. The receptionists hands over the room keys, telling them their classmates had already grouped up, three to a room.

“That was surprisingly easy,” Marion muses, as they walk towards the elevator, “Thank you,”

“My pleasure,” Tim answers easily, as they step into the elevator, “I must be off,”

They give their goodbyes, letting the doors close as Tim walks away.

“He was nice,” Marinette hums in agreement.

“Hopefully there's more people in Gotham like him,” They step out of the elevator.

“There will be,” Marion assures, “Meet back here when they go to sleep?”

“No, I’ll text you when everyones asleep and you can teleport in,” Marion nods, both know Kaalki won’t be impressed.

They go their separate ways. Marinette knocked on the room door that was opened a few moments later by Kagami.

“I am sorry,” Kagami immediately apologizes, “I should have known better and asked you myself,”

“Don’t worry, we’re fine,” Marinette gives the girl a hug, rolling her suitcase into the room.

“Marinette, you need to see this place, although it’s as good as daddys hotel,” Chloe grabs her by the arm. Leading her through the well furnished and decorated living room with a kitchenette to the side.

“You do live in the penthouse suite,” Marinette looked out the floor to ceiling window, displaying the view of the city, itching to grab her sketchbook.

“True, but they didn’t put me in the penthouse, so it's their loss,” Chloe guides her to a room with a large bed, bedside tables with flowers on them and a mirrored closet door. “This is yours,”

Marinette went to grab her suitcase only to see Kagami behind them with it. She thanked her and got settled in. Once she was unpacked they sat together in the living room to talk about tomorrow.

“You’d better not go wandering off, Gotham is dangerous,” Chloe wagged her finger at Marinette.

“And you’re going to protect me?” Marinette threw a couch cushion at her.

“Well, duh, I was Queen Bee,” Chloe bragged, catching the cushion and throwing it right back.

“For, like, month, years ago,” Marinette caught the pillow, sending it to Kagami, “Weren’t you replaced with Bumble Bee?”

“It was a mutual decision,” Chloe caught the pillow that Kagami hesitantly threw to her.

“Right,” Marinette said in a disbelieving tone, knowing full well that Bumble Bee was just Chloe’s new alias. “I think I’d rather stick with Kagami,”

“Rude,” Chloe threw the pillow at her.

“Didn’t we all agree Kagami was as good as any bodyguard?” Marinette asks, throwing the pillow to said girl.

“Excuse you, we said she was better than any bodyguard,” Both gave her inquisitive looks, “What? I’m just stating facts!”

“Of course,” Marinette caught the pillow, still smiling.

“I am!”

“I believe you,” Marinette threw the pillow back at her.

“No you don’t!” Chloe throws the pillow forcefully at her.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Marinette chucks the pillow to Kagami.

“You’re infuriating Dupain-cheng,” Chloe huffs, catching the pillow from Kagami.

“I can show you some… moves,” Kagami hesitantly speaks up, as Chloe throws the pillow at Marinette, “For self defence,”

“Sure,” Marinette puts the pillow down, standing up with Kagami.

They spent the next half hour with Kagami instructing Marinette on basic fencing moves. With the cardboard wrapping of the now empty Toblerone block.

“Where is she going to get a sword?” Chloe was scrolling through her phone, “Unless you want her to carry that around everywhere,”

“What do you suggest?” Kagami challenges defensively.

“Like this,” Chloe takes over, showing both Marinette and Kagami how to break out of certain holds to get their arm free or how to disarm an opponent.

“Where did you learn this?” Marinette watches as Kagami practices the motions of disarming Chloe's hairbrush gun.

“I told you, I was Queen Bee and I took that job seriously,” Chloe drops the hairbrush, Kagami kicking it away.

“Didn’t you tell all of Paris your identity and then send a train out of control,” Kagami asks, retrieving the hairbrush.

“I was young and naive,” Chloe sighs dramatically, had to her forehead.

“Three years ago?” Marinette stands up to try and disarm Chloe now.

“Four actually,”

“Oh, my mistake,” Marinette rolls her eyes trying not to disarm Chloe too quickly.

They carry on a little longer before Marinette sends them to bed.

“We have an early day tomorrow, we don’t want to be late,” She pushes Chloe towards her room.

“Coming from you? That’s rich,” Chloe laughs.

“Whatever, go to sleep,” Marinette closes the door on Chloe's protests.

“Goodnight Marinette,” Kagami nods, walking to her room without a fuss.

Marinette goes to her room, firing Marion a text.

“Alright dude,” Nino turns to Marion, “I’m with Alya, we all know who Adrien has a crush on-”

“Everyone!?” Adrien sits up from where he’s lying on the couch.

“Yes, everyone,” Nino deadpans.

“What about Marinette?” Adrien turns pleading eyes to Marion.

“Oh not Marinette, she's as clueless as you,”

“What’s that meant to mean?” Adrien frowns defensively.

“Anyway,” Nino interrupts, “Dude, who do you have a crush on?”

“Ummmm,” Marion shifts uncomfortably from where he’s perched on the couches arm rest, “... It’s sort of a celebrity crush,”

“Oh? who?” apparently that was not the answer that would make him lose interest.

“It’s not really important, not like anything could happen,” Marion looks at Adrien for help, but he seems just as curious as Nino.

“Just tell us,” Nino pushes.

“It’s a hero,” Marion immediately realises that just got them more interested. “... From Gotham,”

“Batman?” Adrien guesses.

“No!” Marion shouts, “No! He’s old enough to be my dad, geez,”

“Alright, alright, who is it?” Nino placates leaning forward on his arm chair.

“..... Red hood,”

“Isn’t he a rouge?” Adrien asks.

“No!.... Maybe, he’s still a hero ok?” Marion curls up defensively.

“Why do you like him?” Adrien is grinning, shifting closer to Marion.

“I don’t know,” Marion rolls off the armrest, onto the couch next to him.

“You have to like something,” Nino gets up to sit on his other side.

“I don’t know, maybe because he looks good in his suit?!” Marion shouts.

“You’re not that shallow,” Adrien pokes him in the stomach.

“Ugh, fine,” Marion relents, “He works with Batman right?”

They both nod.

“He’s just so unlike everyone else he works with, I just kinda…. admire how he can just be…. be himself.” Marion curls up under his friend's stares.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this,” Adrien teases, Marion huffs.

“He does look good in his suit though,”

“Wait a minute, is this why you always wear that MDC outfit?” Nino is clearly holding back laughter.

“No!” Marion bushes at the memory.

They were doing a practice interview about his newest song. Marinette had designed his outfit based on Red Hood's. It was something he had endured endless teasing over as he insisted everything had to be perfect, not that the great MDC would make anything less.

“Were there any problems that arose from the design MDC?” The interview asked, moving onto the outfit choice.

“We had some minor disagreements about the hood,” Marinette gestured to the outfit Marion was wearing. A red hoodie underneath a faux leather jacket(not that you could tell) on the back there were flying red bats embroidered up the side. He was wearing a black domino mask with red detailing in place of the helmet. It was the outfit they chose to alter into their vigilante costumes.

“She was getting very frustrated over it,” Marion teased, “I told her it didn’t need one,”

“His name is Red Hood! Why doesn't he wear a Hood? Robin wears a hood,”

“He looks cool without it,” Marion defended.

“You’re just saying that, cause you have a crush on him,” Marinette teased in a sing-song voice.

“MD!” He shouted, pulling the hood up to hide his blush, MDC laughing at him, he groaned. “Please tell me the cameras aren't rolling,”

“Don’t worry, nothing we say is being recorded,” The interviewer was luckily professional enough to not laugh, but was certainly amused, “I take it we will be omitting that from the real interview?”

“Yes!”

Unfortunately for him one of the staff members had been secretly recording. They leaked the footage online, getting fired, but not sparing MCD from the whole world finding out. The fanbase had been going crazy ever since they announced their concert in Gotham. Many imagining meet-cute moments or theorising that they were already dating. He shakes his head at the memory.

“I just think it looks cool,” He comes back to the present.

“Because it’s based on your crush?” Adrien teases.

“Nope, you don’t get to tease me about this, I haven't seen you not wearing something Marinette made you in years,” Marion cuts Adrien off with a raised eyebrow, looking down at his Ladybug onesie Marinette made him.

“Fine,” Adrien turns to Nino, “It’s up to you now,”

“Has Marinette made you anything Red Hood related?” Nino grins.

“Nooooo,” Marion moans, draping over the couch.

“Do you have a onesie based on him as well?” Marion finds his saving grace when his pocket buzzes.

“Stooooooooop,”

“Never this is too good,” Nino teases, “Did you bring it with you?”

“That's enough for tonight!” Marion claps his hands, standing up.

“Awwwww,” They both moan in unison.

“Nope! I don’t have to put myself through this, goodnight to you,” Marion walks straight to his room before they can protest further.

He locks the door behind him. Plagg and Kaalki are in the room chatting, they fly over to Marion.

“You ready to go Kaalki?”

“I am not meant to be used for something as trivial as a taxi,” The Kwami complains.

“We just need to grab out suits, this will be the only night, I promise,” The Kwami gives him a nod, “Kaalki full gallop,”

He transforms and opens a portal into Marinette's room.

“Ready Bug?” He asks, stepping into the room. He opens another portal to their room in Paris.

“Of course,” They step through the portal, followed by their Kwami’s, into their room as quietly as possible.

Marion drops his Marinette pulls out their costumes from the closet. They were disguised to look like regular clothing, but could be altered to quickly change.

“I don’t know how you talked me into this,” Marinette takes the hoodie he usually wears, reaching under a secret fold and unzips the hood.

“Come on bug, our hero-selves cant be seen in Gotham, and you know full well we wouldn't stand aside if someone was getting hurt in front of us,” Marion takes the body of the hoodie from her, flipping it inside out to the black side.

“True, but why do we have to do nightly patrols?” Marinette finishes pulling on her leggings, flipping her usual white jumper with a cherry blossom pattern inside out to the same red shade as the hood.

“It would look pretty suspicious if we just showed up when our class was in danger, now wouldn’t it,” Marion fasten the yellow belt around his waist, slipping his baton into the holster and pulls on his on his boots, hopping slightly.

“I think you just want to be a vigilante,” Marinette takes his Red Hood jacket, flipping it inside out to black with yellow trim.

“Well, it’s exciting isn’t it?” Marion takes what would usually be Mainette's skirt, flipping the pink inside out to the green and unzipping it along a black line, “We get to test out our skills without miraculous, and we don't have the fate of the city resting on our shoulders,”

“You could a least try to take it seriously,” Marinette flips her beanie inside out to the black side. Pulling it on after the severed hood, lining the holes up with her eyes and pulling the hood up.

“I am taking this very seriously,” Marion says with the biggest grin. Taking Marinette's infinity scarf, running his hands across it to find the secret fold. Flipping it inside out to a green with yellow and black trim. He pulls it over his head, yellow stripe to his hairline.

“Whatever," Marinette fastens her holster with a baton around her left leg. They both pull on their black gloves. "Lets go,”

Marion transforms back and opens a portal to a rooftop far away from the hotel. They take off across the roofs, using their batons to pole vault across alleys, to land on roofs and fire escapes. As they race, taunting each other, they survey the streets below. Marinette stops, crouching down as Marion catches up. A young woman was being chased by two thugs.

“Let’s go,” She whispers, using the fire escape as a firemans pole. Marion follows suit.

They land in the alley as the girl gets backed up against a wall, clutching her purse. She looks straight at them, Marion gestures her to stay quiet as they sneak up behind the thugs. Marinette takes the one on the right, as he lines up behind the left one. Marinette attacks first hitting the right one over the head with her baton.

“What the-” Marion cuts the left one off by sweeping his legs with his baton, sending him crashing to the ground. He pins them down, tying his wrist together with one hand, “You little fuc-”

Marion stuffs the mans own hat in his mouth. He then ties the crooks legs together for good measure. He looks over to Marinette, her thug unconscious, she was comforting the victim, offering her a cookie from a hidden pocket.

“Thank you,” She takes the cookie hesitantly.

“Not a problem,” Marinette gives her a winning smile.

“Wow, this is really good,” She mumbles, with her mouth full, “Um, who are you,”

“Don't worry about that,” Marion slings his arm around Marinette, "We're just your friendly neighbourhood strays,"

“Ignore him,” Marinette pushes his arm off her, “Do you want us to walk you home?”

“Uh- yeah, thanks,”

“I love your outfit by the way,” Marinette tells her, as they leave the alley way. Marion walks behind calling the police to come pick up the thugs, explaining what happened.

“Hey, can I get your number so the police can get your statement later?” Marion interrupts, as they follow the girl to her apartment.

“Of course,” He hands over the phone, letting her hang up.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” She hands back the phone, Marion walking on her other side.

“We’re new to town,” Marion smiles at her.

“I can tell,” They both give her inquisitive looks, “You’ve smiled more in the last five minutes than most Gothamites do their whole lives,”

“You’re exaggerating,” Marinette chuckles.

“I’m serious, you’re going to blind someone,” She laughs with them.

They walk her to her apartment, holding polite conversation the whole way.

“This is it,” She announces, “Thanks again,”

“No problem,” They both say, turning to leave.

“Wait…. Um,” They both stop looking back at her holding her phone, “Can I get a picture?”

“Of course,” Marion bounces over to her, Marinette taking the other side.

They give the same big smiles they do as Ladybug and Chat Noir. Marion throwing up bunny ears behind Marinette's head. They say goodbye and run off to find someone else to help.

“Whatcha doing Tim?” Dick looks over his shoulder, still in his Nightwing costume fresh from patrol.

“I ran into some French students who were left behind by their class at the airport,” Tim scrolls through a word document, complete with pictures of smiling teens doing a mixture of charity work and sports among other activities. “They won the Martha Wayne educational trip, I was just looking through their entry,”

“They got left behind, in Gotham?”

“That’s what I said! I actually caught them just before they got in a faux taxi,” Tim reaches the end of the rather long essay.

“They could have been mugged, or kidnapped!” Dick slams his hands down on the desk.

“I know , Dick,” Tim rubs his face, “The worst part is they didn’t seem at all surprised about it either,”

Dick leaves Tim to his work to change, muttering to himself.

“Is everything alright, Master Dick?” Alfred appears with food for after patrol.

“What if it happens again?” Dick asks.

“I assume you’re referring to the lovely twins Master Tim met at the airport?” Alfred nods knowingly, Dick nods back. “Well hopefully something similar doesn't happen tomorrow for their tour of Wayne Tower,”

“.... Alfred can you place me in charge of the tour?”

“Consider it done, Master Dick,” Alfred leaves him to get changed.

He finishes changing into regular clothes as the Batmobile pulls in. Batman and Robin exiting.

“We need to discuss security measures for the upcoming concert,” Batman tells the room, they gather around,

“MCD is known for his advocacy of superheroes, so we can expect a few villains to make trouble,” Tim pulls up a picture of MCD with MDC as they walk down the red carpet for some event.

Dick is amused that the picture he pulled up had them in Batman and Robin themed outfits. MDC wearing a beautiful black dress with the bat symbol subtly incorporated into the bodice. Her dress trailed behind in sharp points like Batman’s cape. MCD was wearing a suit with a red shirt, his tie green and some yellow detailing.

“You are going to be professional aren't you?” Damian gives them both pointed looks.

“Whatever are you talking about?” Dick asks innocently.

“You two are always jabbering on about these two,” Robin glares.

“We do not-oh that reminds me, if we’re going to be guarding this event we have to invite Jason,” Dick addresses Bruce.

“He is worse than you two, going on about that interview,” Damian must be rolling his eyes under the domino mask.

“Come on little D. how often does your celebrity crush like you back?” Dick smiles, remembering the night Jason called him yelling in excitement telling him about the leaked footage. He had also asked him to get Tim to find out who leaked the footage and have them fired.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,”

“As for actual security measures,” Batman redirects the conversation.

“Master Jason has arrived,” Alfred reports, coming to stand with them.

“Speak of the devil,” Tim mutters.

“BRUCE YOU MOTHERFUCKER,”Jason bursts into the bat cave, “I need to know these things!”

“We were just talking about the concert,” Dick tells him.

“What? No! Why didn’t you tell me you adopted more!” He yells at Bruce. “I need to know when you’re planning to traumatise more kids!”

“Jason what are you talking about,” Bruce only lets a hint of irritation into his voice.

“THis,” Jason slams down his phone to a screenshot of a tweet. It showed a picture of a boy and girl, both with black hair and blue eyes, following Tim into a limo. Written underneath was;

Wayne Twins? How long has Bruce Wayne been keeping them from Gotham? Are they adopted? Or could the Family resemblance be more than coincidence?

#wayne twins #Bruce Wayne's secret children #aren’t they just adorable

“What is this?” Bruce asks Tim.

“They’re the one who won the Martha Wayne educational trip, their class left them at the airport, I gave them a ride,” Tim briefly explained, noticeably omitting the taxi part.

“Wait so you didn’t adopt them?” Jason picks his phone back up.

“No, Jason, I didn’t,” Jason’s eyes narrow.

“... Are you going to?”

“... No, I’m not,”

“Keep an eye out,” Jason not at all subtly whispers to Dick, “He hesitated,”

“What are we going to do?” Damian cuts their growing argument off.

“We could release a statement?” Tim suggests.

“Drawing attention to it will only fuel the flames, let’s just let it die out,” Bruce decides, getting nods of agreement.

“By the way Jason, we were talking about security measures for the MCD concert,” Dick changes the topic.

“Without me!?”

They go back to making security plans for the concert, including Jason.

“I think we should have someone inside,” Jason looks over the blueprint of the venue.

“Of course you do,” Damian remarks snidely

“You little-”

“Bruce!” Superman's face pops up on the main computer, “You can’t just take in new kids without warning!”

“They aren’t my children,” Bruce clenches his fists, “The pictures with Tim are taken out of context,”

“What? I’m talking about the new Robins-,”

“THE NEW WHAT!” Jason and Damian shout at the same time.

“What are you talking about?” Bruce probably asking that question more times today than he would like.

“Uh, this,” A picture is sent through a screenshot of another tweet that was steadily becoming viral.

The picture had two teens in masks on either side of a civilian, giving the biggest smiles that had probably ever grace Gotham. The boy giving the girl bunny ears. Underneath was written:

Almost got mugged tonight and was saved by these two. Didn't tell me their names. They kinda look like Robin right? Also they gave me a cookie? It was actually good too.

#new Robins #Robin #Batfam #OMG their smile are pure sunshine #send help I might be blind

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #bio dad bruce wayne #Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020 #Mismatch #Marinette #marinette is mdc #twins au #vigilante au #pop star au #bio mum selina #bio! dadbrucewaynemonth2020 #b! dbwm2020 #Maribat #mlb #salt #but like lightly salted #maybe #class trip au #class salt #Lila salt #lila lies #big shocker there

[atsumiye]

Yeah let's have it lol. And it might be small to others but it's big to you so it still matters.

STOP HJSAFGHGDIQWUOHGUBHA i love you thank you!!! you are very sweet for saying that <333 i love complaining to people!! this is fun and i switched to my computer so i could type more and faster lmao long rant ahead

OKAY OKAY lets start with the fact that i couldnt fall asleep last night no matter how exhausted i was. ill blame it on pre school jitters but it was annoying bc i am not a morning person. right so i have to go to this place thats like 30 min away from me by bus for my ONE class so i had to wake up extra early too so ofc!! i was tired!!! and i knew it would happen so i planned everything and set it all up so it would move a bit faster in the morning (SOB i am someone who takes 15 minutes to like put on socks in the morning if im tired) also!! i just got back to my apartment like a few days ago so everything is still in suitcase (im lazy) so i knew i would need something or whatever and so i planned for it. ANYWAY everything was going okay UNTIL i put on my outfit i was so excited for. okay listen i bought this sweater right before covid happened and its so cute and never got to wear t so ive been pumped and i purposely laid it out flat so it wouldnt wrinkle and then this morning IT WAS SO WRINKLY and then i put on these pants that i love that literally fit last week and they were like falling down and i couldnt do anything about it bc i didnt want to be late and my hair was straightening properly so i looked dumb I WILL ADMIT THOUGH my makeup and jewelry looked poppin. get to the bus only to find out that this deal the used to have of like 3 months of free bus rides for quite cheap NO LONGER EXISTS so now my budget for the month is all out of wack too. now, my friend told me to wait for her only for her to SHOW UP LATE and then get MAD AT ME when i told her i would go by myself to class. SCREAMS and we arent even done. its still only 8:50 am at this point. we get to class and i realize I DONT THINK I UNPLUGGED MY STRAIGHTENER i live alone so this??? is an issue. so im concerned the whole class and then my teacher tells me i have 3 weeks to make a 20 page thesis <333 and wouldnt give us good examples of what kind of topics to pick <333 now class ends early so thats a plus and me and my friend decide to go eat lunch later which is something to look forward to but i get to the bus station and start waiting with some friends but there is a ton of traffic due to construction so we waited for 30 minutes, in the cold, for a bus that NEVER SHOWED UP. so my friends decide we should walk home. and im so panicked thinking about how i might have almost started the biggest fire in world history i agree. AND on the way once we start walking this guy i used to LIKE a lot literally ignored me this morning so i made sure to say hi to him when i walked past him and he was so dry :l and im over my little crush on him but??? you cant IGNORE ME??? anyway back to the walking home. BABE ITS AN HOUR AND 15 MINUTE WALK AND I START SWEATING. and my white shoes got really dirty. then i say goodbye to my friends and he tries to hug me but i realize i have like a mini lake underneath my sweater so i dodge him and look like an idiot <333 then i embarrass myself over text to my hopefully soon-to-be boyfriend. but i get home and my straightener was unplugged so all was good but then i wait until 3 pm for my friend to answer my texts about lunch only for her to go eat lunch with her parents :D without telling me :D and ive been starving for hours :D then!!! this lady who was supposed to help me clean my kitchen CANCELLED AGAIN. so i took a nap and woke up late and now i wont be able to sleep. as i said this may seem so insignificant but it kept piling on and these are only the things i can remember <333 there was definitely so much more <33

and honestly this is truly how my days go like one time i went to go get coffee and came home to the police bc the mafia set a car on fire near me <33 this is how my life runs <33 me and my near death experiences <33 ANYWAY this part was kinda unrelated but i felt like it needed to be added. so if you made it to the end of this without wanting to claw your eyes out thanks <333 and if you want any more story times pls let me know i will literally talk about them any day any time akgduewd

#in the fishnet #><>.anon #SHOULD I GIVE THIS ITS OWN TAG #ALL MY BAD EXPERIENCES AT SCHOOL AJKGDIUW

[p1nkwitch]

The actual conversation this time @nonbinaryeye

Almost there.

Your name is PETER LUK-

No, we are not doing this.

Peter sits in Oliver's land overseeing what he has to do, Annabelle was very specific about it, and the amount of time he would have before things get out of hand, once he uses the needles to scratch that thing, is counted.

Still he stalls, swinging his legs back and forth just appreciating the view from his spot. Peter feels truly nothing right now, not about his impending death or anything in particular. He is stalling because there is one thing left he has to do and he is wondering if he will do it.

From under his shirt he takes out the necklace with all of their wedding rings, he stares at it a little bit, before he dangles it over the edge of the building. The world is quiet and muffled, like it has never been before.

Peter thought that he knew forsaken well, being raised for it, but here it was even more intoxicating. He recalls vaguely Elias explain to him that because the amount of living creatures in the game is so small compared to the earth, and some of the things that live here are not developed enough to fear most of what their entities represent, they started to feed more from them while at the same time amping up their powers.

That plus their fight with the horrorterrors above made them more dangerous.The game was collapsing from the force of the supernatural things that followed them trying to survive by messing with it from the inside.

Finally what Annabelle said came to mind too, that they would be bringing them too in their trip to the new session. Peter thinks that it makes no sense. If they were getting so bad here, would it not make sense to drop them to die while they ran? Not that he would want to exist without forsaken by his side, god's no, he would rather burn on this planet than to do that, he wouldn't even know what to do.

Still those are all thoughts for those who like to overthink and speculate, he merely wants to see the place a little before death, his grip on the necklace slackens, but he doesn't drop it yet.

He cant.

Because there is one last thing he has to do before that.

FORSAKENTUNDRA started pestering WATCHERSCROWN and BEATINGHEART

FT: Hello

WC: THERE YOU ARE!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MAD I AM RIGHT NOW??

BH: Peter what the everloving hell!! Where were you?! How could no one find you!!!!

FT: Did Annabelle and Simon get there yet?

WC: DO NOT IGNORE ME PETER LUKAS OR SO HELP ME

BH: No, you three are the only ones missing , we haven't seen Simon since yesterday when he teleported out of the meeting. What is going on??

WC: You reached God Tier!!

FT: I did and no thanks to you, considering you pretty much left me for dead after your archivist killed me. Anyways, they will tell you, once they get there I'm supposed to start this whole thing.

FT: Hopefully it all ends soon.

BH: End what soon? Peter?? We did try to find you, but you were gone!

WC: Peter what did Annabelle tell you? Whatever she said is merely manipulation. You should know better, that's how she got all of us to play in the first place!

FT: She didn't lie, in fact she was right in what she told me.

FT: You are all so busy trying to stop it, but it's sort of pointless at this rate. The entities messed it all up beyond repair, maybe if we were quicker and didn't take so long it would be a different story, but as it stands.

FT: We are kind of doomed.

WC: You are not being funny.

FT: I wasn't trying to be.

BH: Peter even still there aren't any other choices to be done.

FT: There is, you should know it, that's your entire point after all. Be a guide and all that. What would have happened to you? If we won? Do you split up and I get my cat back and you go back to being a dusty old corpse in the basement of the institute?

FT: Ah If only, but it doesn't work like that does it? No, i'm stuck with the lesser and fake version of one regency bastard. Your only charm is that you remind me too much of my cat to want to get rid of you.

BH: …..

WC: Peter what the bloody hell is wrong with you-?!

FT: Not much. Anyways I just wanted to have the last word for once in our marriages.

FT: So shut the fuck up Jonah.

WC: !!!!

FT: You were the worst thing that could happen to me. Made me lonely? Sure, but not worth the effort, not worth the years of dealing with your brand of power, perhaps you think the same of me and that's.. that's actually right. Better even.

FT: You know, i actually thought that i loved you? In whatever capacity there was for us to have that. We fought, we split up, we made up and made out. Rinse and repeat.

FT: There were a few good things true, but now I realize that out of the two of us, you were always the one with the advantage, which was unfair. Let's say this is the last divorce, no papers no nothing, albeit it probably would be more akin to becoming a widow. Enjoy the new world.

WC: What the HELL?!

FT: Im throwing away the rings, i can't bring myself to care anymore.

WC: Peter I don't care what the hell is wrong with you, the moment I see you I'm breaking your spine on sight. What do you think you are playing at here huh? Oh look at you throwing a temper tantrum, if you could take your head out of that bloody fog of yours it would be delightful! But unfortunately you are the single handedly more dense human on this rock.

WC: Do i need to spell out to you, how much you are being an unreasonable ungrateful, dumpster fire of an avatar?!

BH: Elias

WC: Do i need to remind you who you are speaking with and what i will do once i find you? I'm going to shove so many memories of people into your thick head.

BH: ELIAS

WC: WHAT!?

FT: I hate you.

FT: No, that would mean I care about you still, no I don't care about you anymore i'm finally at the place i should be and i'm finally getting what i always dreamed off. You can both shove off to the new session once im done with this and fuck off to go and get another stupid idiot to serve you. I pray you have the decency to pick someone not from my family if they exist in the new earth.

FT: But i doubt it, you are a terrible creature and so am i, but i think that out of the two of us at the very least i was loyal, something you could never be. Do you know why I died by your archivist? I refused to answer what your plan about him was.

FT: You told me to help you while you were dying to reach your quest bed and I did, you wanted me to replace you and look after the institute I did. We made bets and games, but ultimately I always did what you asked. And I know you would never do the same, you just can't, because you don't want to.

FT: Im tired of this little stupid game between us, it has gone for too long and it has no winner. I'm tired of you. I have never mattered to you beyond what i could offer and that was fine, but then it wasnt and yes.

FT: I got jealous of your stupid sprite. That finally made me realize the truth, i dont matter and i never did. Not to you or anyone, so for that i shall thank you. You finally made me reach true loneliness.

FT: But still, even then that feeling has sort of faded away by now too, a lot of things faded away really. If you could be kind enough to do me one favour, it would be to tell Martin that it would all go to him once this is over, the forsaken will cling to him next if I'm gone. Maybe it just eats him, it would serve his boyfriend right for killing me first.

FT: I don't care about you Jonah, not anymore. Either of you. Please do not contact me ever again, albeit i wont be alive much longer for you to try to.

FORSAKENTUNDRA is offline.

WC: Peter come back here now! How- HOW DARE YOU??

#tmastuck #magnusstuck #mm just a few more and we are back on the lighhearted ones #but yes this is what sets Elias off in the one i did before

[illfoandillfie]

can we get A12 from prompt list 3 w/ himbo roger? pls its for my health - ☁️

Apologies that this is a bit late! I always find hypno stuff takes a bit longer, especially since I try and base it on files that already exist. Speaking of this was very much inspired by THIS hypno audio intended for a penis-having audience.

Anyway, did you know that erotic hypno is a whole ass subgenre of phone sex because that’s what I learned today! Also I felt like this scenario screamed hands free orgasm so oop that’s what ya getting

A12: Phone/video sex

After the first day of the conference where you were presenting about the steps your organisation was taking to reduce the rates of homelessness, all you wanted was to talk to Roger. He picked up quickly, sighed a tired hello into the phone, though his tone picked up when he realised it was you.

“I missed you,”

“Rog it’s been like 24 hours since I saw you,”

“Yeah I know. But today was…not great. Kinda just feel like being with you.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, nothing, not important. Tell me about your day, Ms Making-A-Difference,”

“Oh y’know, spent most of the day listening to various people speak. I got to meet some incredible people and learn about some really important work that they’re doing. But it’s honestly not the most thrilling thing in the world. The last session went on for like three hours. My presentation went well though, people seemed to respond favourably. Hopefully the panel tomorrow is just as good.”

“I am so proud of you,”

“Thanks. Now you go, what happened today that’s got you feeling down?” Roger sighed again, “Oh the usual band nonsense. Got into it with Bri about one of his contributions to the new album. It’s dumb and we’ll both be over it by tomorrow but right now I am sick of his shit.”

“Sorry I can’t be there to make you feel better,”

“It’s fine, hearing your voice is enough. Although, there might be something else you can do…Put me under?”

“Over the phone?”

“Why not?”

“I- Will that even work? Normally it’s face to face,”

“Yeah but it’s all about your voice and instructions. Distance shouldn’t matter,”

You considered what he said, ideas of what you could do already forming, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, let’s try. Just give me two minutes to lock the door so we aren’t interrupted,” you set the phone down and headed to the door, slipping your do not disturb hanger onto the outside handle, and then began stripping down to your underwear. Dropping your work clothes into a pile beside your suitcase, you knelt down and began digging through your neatly packed belongings until you located the small vibrator you’d begun travelling with.

 “Okay, back,” you said as you settled against the mattress, “are you comfy?”

“Very. Was already in bed when you called,”

“What are you wearing?”

“Bit cliché,” he laughed, “but um, my PJ pants,”

“Is that all?”

“Well I have undies on too,”

“You wanna change, remove some layers?”

“Slip into something more comfortable?”

“Exactly,” you chuckled, your excitement rising as you heard Roger stand up and remove his clothes.

“Alright, I’m starkers now,”

“Good boy. I was thinking we might play hands free,”

“And what does that mean?”

“Very simply, you’re going to drop for me, down down down, drop into that place you enjoy so much. Nothing to think about. No worries. No thoughts. Just the desire to please…” You’d hypnotised Roger enough times to know what worked for him and what didn’t, though it felt odd to be putting him under without any of the usual visual cues. But his breath was steady and deep and his voice was soft, almost far away, when he responded to your questions. You talked to him for a little longer than you normally would feel necessary, just to make sure everything stuck the way you wanted it to.

“That’s right, nice deep breaths. Now put your free hand over your head so it touches the headboard, okay? And stretch your legs out to the corners of the bed.” Roger hummed acknowledgement and you hoped that meant he’d followed the instruction.

“When I wake you, you wont be able to move your hands or feet. The hand over your head will be tied to the headboard, restrained, keeping you in place on the bed. Your feet will be tied down too, making it impossible to move. Your other hand will be glued to the phone so you can’t move it or touch yourself. You’ll be stuck in place, stuck listening to me, stuck, stuck, stuck. Okay, I’m going to count down from ten now. And when I reach one, you’ll be in such a deep, dumb state, that my words will become your complete and absolute reality. And you’ll feel so good just letting it happen, letting me take control. You’ll be so deep, so deep and dumb, and everything will feel so real. Connecting your mind and your body to my words, bringing you all those pleasurable sensations you are capable of feeling. Ten. Deeper and deeper, dumber and dumber. Nine. Just listening to me, to my voice and my words. Eight. Feeling everything so strongly, believing everything I say. Seven. Down, down, down, deeper and deeper. Six. Letting yourself relax. Five. And letting me take control. Four. Such a nice sensation. Three. Going deeper and deeper down. And the deeper you go, the dumber you are and the better you feel. And the better you feel the deeper you want to go. Two. Letting the cycle take you deeper and dumber and deeper. One.” You snapped your fingers into the receiver, “wake up,”

Roger hummed again.

“Hi baby,”

“Where are you? I can’t see you,”

“Of course not silly. I’m on the phone. I couldn’t be there with you but that doesn’t mean you can’t be my silly little plaything, does it? How do you feel?”

“Oh! Stuck!”

You heard a grunt as Roger tried to break free of his restraints, “Aww, poor boy, all tied up. But you’re turned on my it, aren’t you,”

“Yes,” his voice was soft as if he didn’t want to admit it.

“That’s so good! I want you to be turned on!”

“You do?”

“Such a Dummy. Of course I want you to be turned on. Because I’m going to do something special for you right now. It’s why you’re tied up. I’m going to make you cum and I don’t want you touching yourself and rushing it. You’re going to let me give you a blow job.”

“But…cunt?”

“If you’re good and let me hear how much you like my blowjob, you’ll make me so wet. I love listening to you.”

“Okay,”

“Good boy, I promise it’s going to be so much fun,”

“Now, close your eyes and think about me. Imagine me there with you. Naked. Kneeling between your spread legs. Feel the rope around your wrist and your ankles, really feel it. What’s it like?”

“Umm, tight. Rough. I can’t move. But it doesn’t hurt!”

“I hope not, I want you to feel good. Now, feel my fingers trace a line up your thigh,” Roger let out a small huff of air, “it tickles,”

“Yeah?” you smiled to yourself, happy it seemed to be working, “Feel now as I drag my finger higher up your thigh. Feel every sensation from my touch, slowly creeping up your leg. Feel your skin tingle where I touch you. Warm and wonderful. It’s like my fingers are activating your nerve endings wherever I touch you, making you feel nothing but pleasure. Let yourself feel it, that electrifying tingle running from where I touch you all the way up to your brain. Arousing you.” Roger’s breath came out shakier than before.

“And as my fingers drift up to your stomach, feel the warm trail follow. Across your stomach and then down to your cock. I bet that felt good. My hand, wrapping around your cock. You’re getting hard aren’t you?”

A small whimper, “Yes,”

“Good. I like how you feel, getting stiff in my hand. It turns me on. Makes my cunt wet and my mouth drool.” It wasn’t a total lie either. You weren’t drooling exactly but as you shifted your thighs together you could feel how wet you were. Roger groaned and you heard him shift.

“Uh uh uh, stay nice and still and let me pleasure you. I’m not going to release the ropes that bind you until you’re finished.”

He stilled again with another huff.

“Good boy. Just relax and feel my touch. Feel how hungry I am for your cock as I lower myself between your legs, stroking my hand over you. You look so big and hard in my hand. And that makes me want to taste you even more. Feel my hand move up and down your shaft as I lean in and press a kiss to the tip of your cock. You can feel my breath too, can’t you. My warm breath as I lick my lips, so ready to taste you. I can’t wait any more. I press my tongue to the base of your shaft and lick up to your tip.”

Another noise from Roger, too quiet.

“Let me here you Dummy. Let me hear how good I make you feel as I drag my tongue back down again.”

“Fuck,”

“Good Dummy. I lick back up to your lip again, flick my tongue along the underside of it. And you can feel that, can’t you? I say it so your brain feels it and your cock feels it too. My tongue flicking against you again. And again. Up and down. And again. It’s such a sensitive spot. It feels so good that your cock twitches.”

Roger’s breathing had lost all of the calm rhythm you’d put him under with. It was ragged and heavy as he waited for what you were going to do next, unable to move or speed you up.

“I think your balls need some attention now. My hand moves over your shaft again but you can feel my mouth against your balls. Feel as I kiss you there. A hot, wet kiss. Feel as I run my tongue over them. Enough to drive you crazy with lust. Especially when I suck one of your balls into my mouth. Let me hear you beg for me to suck your cock.”

“Please, please suck my cock. I’m so hard and I want you so bad.”

“You’re so good for me so I’m going to reward you. Feel my lips on your shaft again, leaving more wet kisses all around your cock. And up, up, up. Until I finally put my mouth around the tip of your cock,”

“Oh fuck, thank you,”

“So polite. You feel so much pleasure, just from this. Just my mouth around your tip. But you can feel more. And you do feel more as you watch me slide just that bit further down your cock. Feel how warm and wet my mouth is as I take more of you. Such intense pleasure. But you’re at my mercy now. Tied down for me to use, for me to control. You’re lucky I love sucking your cock. And I do love it. I’m so wet just from having you in my mouth. And you can feel how much I love it by how eagerly I take you. Feel that sucking motion now. Stretching my mouth to take even more of you, even further down your cock. And feel my hands on your hips, grabbing hold of you tight as I take you deeper. Adding to the pleasure.”

Roger’s moans were uninhibited and enthusiastic, and it was more than you could handle without some relief. As quickly as you could without disrupting what he was experiencing, you shuffled down the bed and peeled your knickers off one handed, tracing your fingers along your slit and around your clit.

“You can feel how deep I’m taking you now. Deep enough to choke on you, just a little. Gag around you. Feel my lips drag back up and then all the way back down again. Taking you as far as I can. One hand sliding down to cup your balls, massage them in my palm as I fill my throat with your cock. It feels so good. You’re so close. On the brink of cumming. And then it stops. I pull back off you, let go of you.”

Roger whined down the phone line.

“My mercy, remember. I am so fucking horny right now, so fucking wet. All from sucking you off. But you’re going to lie there, desperate, and listen to me get off before I’ll let you. Feel it as I wrap my lips around your tip again, sucking. And as I suck I get closer to orgasm.” You reached for the vibrator, pressing it to your clit, trying to keep your moan quiet so the next room wouldn’t hear you.

“You can fe-el it when I moan, feel it in your c-cock. Fuck. I sink lower. Suck harder. I’m so close baby,” you couldn’t get any more words out as the vibrator buzzed against you. But Roger was so lost in the sensation it didn’t matter. He believed everything, felt everything just as you described. Your orgasm hit and your hand tightened around the phone, Roger’s whines and harsh breaths audible as you rode it out. You turned the vibrator off and dropped it.

“Christ. You feel me moan again and rise up to your tip once more. Sucking so hard, begging you to fill my mouth with your cum. Cum for me baby.” You knew it had worked by the hitch in his breath and the stuttered moan that followed. “Good boy. Didn’t that feel so good? And now, you can feel yourself relaxing again as the ropes around your wrist and ankles loosen…”

 “Holy shit Y/N,” Roger said softly, half laughing, “You’re an evil genius.”

“Well I wouldn’t say genius. But I am pretty great.”

“I am covered in cum. I don’t think I’ve ever ejaculated quite so much.”

“I think you should document visual proof because I can think of at least two occasions that might have been more. Was it good enough to turn your day around though?”

“Absolutely. I can’t even remember why I felt so shitty.”

“I’m very glad to hear that,”

“Thank you. But it’s getting late, you should probably go to bed since you’ve got to speak again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Plus, you’ll want to have some energy left when I call tomorrow night to return the favour.”

#my writing #my blurbs #smut blurb #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #☁️ #thank you for giving me an excuse to write more himbo rog #i think i leaned more heavily on the hypnosis part than the bimbo part in this #but either way he is very fun to play with lmao #Anonymous

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Loki Ep4 Spoilers below (once more bc I just can't help myself, can I?)

It's been a while since I've had a character as interesting as Mobius to analyze and I have no chill. Spoilers start below:

Also some spoilers for WandaVision but it's been months so hopefully y'all have seen it

TL;DR Mobius really trying to connect back with Loki in order to try and bring the TVA down (and also bc "oops, Loki was right, guess I gotta own up to that bitterness") and it works but it hurts so much. Also see: I can't stop watching this scene over and over trying to understand Mobius' subtle actions bc his reaction here is so different than in all other scenes where he's usually calm or trying to delve deep into Loki's mind for information. Now he's just desperate.

Ok so I know I made a post talking about Mobius' jealousy in that interrogation scene but I also want to touch on when he comes back again after seeing the footage from C-20's interrogation scene bc man is so desperate here and I'm crying

(I'm sorry, I can't get gifs to work for me today so we just using images. But I got these from this post)

Mobius was so hurt last time we saw him, Loki being thrown back into the time cell with Lady Sif, hitting our dear agent with "out of all the liars in this place... you are the biggest... for the [lies] you tell yourself." Mobius has been pushing down all these doubts, hiding all his questions and curiosities of the TVA for a while. He's teased Ravonna, but could never really get anywhere. Then after speaking with Loki about Sylvie, about "you're all variants", Hunter B-15's suspicions, the oddness of C-20's "death" (M:"she was just fine before." R:"well, then she suddenly wasn't fine."). Mobius is finally allowing himself to realize things, to question truly what is going on. (R: "Is that what you wanted to hear?" M: "Yeah, if that's the truth." R: "You've been around Lokis too long.")

In this scene, when he comes back to the time cell for Loki, he's frustrated, he's angry, he's desperate. Everything is a lie. He can't pretend anymore. Loki has bonded with Sylvie (actually caring for another human being without the trauma of Thor: The Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok) ((I'm begging you, pls let him see a variant of Thor in this series and get to bond again, I miss them)). C-20 is likely pruned and gone forever with no answers. B-15 is getting anxious and unfocused. Ravonna is snapping at him and manipulating him with those long speeches (please, Mobius has heard enough from Loki's videos to know when he's being manipulated by fake sentimental words). He's tired, no longer patient enough for all the little quips-- he just need answers. For once in his "life" at the TVA, he just wants the truth. Something to safely hold to.

He's just put Loki through this timeloop of Lady Sif, of someone from home someone that could've been close to him under different circumstances, someone his brother cared about, kicking him/slapping him/ berating him with "you deserve to be alone, and you always will be." Loki's whole "Sacred Timeline Life" marks him to "always be alone", to finally get close to people before being torn away (whether in his own volition or by someone/something else). But with Loki caring for Sylvie, maybe even loving her, this changes everything for this Loki. He could finally care enough to save someone, to go out of his way in order to help others at his own cost. And Mobius knows this.

He asks again, desperate, pleading, hoping. Loki has to believe in himself, has to love himself enough to think to believe that he deserves a family, love, security from his greatest fear. He has to have changed because if not, then he'll either get pruned or wind up just like Mobius. Either way, gone from existence-- life erased, precious memories of "what if", "what once was", obliterated. He has to believe, or it'll happen again and again and again. To everyone, to the whole universe, unless something someone could do the impossible and shatter all reality.

With Wanda (specifically in WandaVision, final episode end credits), with her searching for her children and Vision, attempting the impossible and blending her realities in order to give them life because she needs them, she loves them. (M: "If you really care about [Sylvie]..."). This threat to the Sacred Timeline, pushing closer and closer to the MCU Multiverse, because they have to, because they want to.

(sorry again for bland picture, I love his expression in this gif but it wont load)

Mobius knows Loki is hurting-- from Lady Sif, from his past, from failing to protect Sylvie on his own, from Mobius not believing him and calling him "just a bad friend". He knows Loki could learn to believe, but he doesn't yet. Only Frigga ever told him she believed in him, he needs to hear it again. He needs to know he deserves love because he is loved. Mobius does, "believe, stupidly" (ep2) that Loki has this potential.

When I first saw this scene in the trailers, I was nervous it would be in the context of Mobius trying to get Loki on the TVA's side, "someone good". But here, this is so much better-- he knows the TVA is lying, is manipulating, is destroying lives. (L: "No one bad is every truly bad, and no one good is ever truly good" ep2 again lol). Loki knows he's not "truly good", that he's hurt people-- whether he planned to or not. But he can still be good. He can still choose to love, to care, to believe.

He can be what he's always wanted, what Frigga promised him, what he's always feared. He can be known, be loved, be safe-- Loki doesn't just fear being alone, he fears people choosing to leave him. That's why the memory of Lady Sif instead of Thor reaching for him on the Rainbow Bridge or Thanos threatening the Asgardian refugees or even Odin trying to explain why he "saved" Loki when he fought Loki's homeland. This memory was casual, simple, unnecessary. But it's always the smallest moments that truly impact us the most-- the slight changes.

When Mobius says this to Loki, he freezes-- he's confused, hesitant, scared. No one tells him this, why is someone telling him this, how can I believe this?

And then:

.And the little shrug Mobius gives here

It's so casual, so simple, so nonchalant. He just wants to reassure Loki that he still cares. He just spent a whole interrogation hounding on Loki for finding love with Sylvie, for changing with her (jealous boi be jealous), for lying to him and betraying him (M: "You don't do partners... unless ofc it benefits you and you intend to betray them at some point"). But now, now he's stopped lying to himself. He knows he cares, that Loki has a chance, that they have to burn this place down. Mobius wants stop this from ever happening again, from someone ever having to go through what Loki's gone through, being told they can never be loved because that's just how the Timeline goes. That a kid would be taken away from their family (probably because Sylvie presents feminine?? Idk, feel like MCU Odin wouldn't be so good with that). He has to reassure Loki, he wants to, because no one should ever feel that way again.

(and frick I really hate this, please look at the gifs from the linked post above, u gotta see his precious smile grow)

LOOK AT THIS SMILE, LOOK AT HIM HE'S HAPPY. And it was such a small, subtle apology from Mobius but it made all the difference bc he told Loki that he believes in him. And then they walk back out of the time cell, side-by-side, looking at each other. Content, safe, prepared to face the world together. He's no longer alone.

... And then ofc this happens...

*cue my heart shattering* (bless Hiddleston's acting).

The fact that you can even hear the hitch in Mobius' breath as he realizes this is the end of the line for him, that Ravonna knows and there's no going back--he's not making it out of this.

"One last desperate trick from the desperate trickster."

He talks about the jetski, about what his life might have been, he knows this hits Loki, being ripped from your timeline, losing all that potential. More importantly, it gives Loki a reason to fight. A silent, "Don't let this happen again. Don't let them get away with this. Please, remember me, don't let me disappear." But it doesn't work, because the one thing Mobius didn't account for, is that Loki cares about him. That now, the fight drains out of him. They pruned Mobius, ofc they'll get to Loki and Sylvie. They didn't even hesitate. Loki just lost, once again, the only other person who ever told him they believed in him. "You can be whoever, whatever..." "She told me I could do anything..."

Loki is less of a narcissist and more of a person desperate to fill that hole inside-- he's been neglected, cast aside, told he should want this and then never getting it. A "Glorious Purpose" to always hide in the shadows, to cause suffering, to give others a reason to unite against him. But for once, just once he hoped that he didn't have to do it alone-- that he could unite. And then they crushed those beautiful few seconds of hope like it was just another tedious, burdening purpose of the TVA.

(credits of images/gifs to the original posts linked, none were mine as I can't figure this out at all lol)

#loki spoilers #loki ep4 #wanda marvel #loki #loki series #mobius #mobius m mobius #agent mobius #dear god he has so many different name tags #sylvie #hunter b 15 #c 20 #queen frigga #ravonna renslayer #lokius #but not really #angsty #bc I can't help myself #character analysis #pls save me #im too deep into this episode now #there's just so much to unpack #long post

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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (chapter 7)

AO3 

Fic summary:

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary

Dream recounts what happened today to Bad and their mom Wilbur comforts Techno

chapter word count: 1704 (sorry its another inbetween chapter) 

Dream snickered as he leaned back in his chair, a half eaten ham and cheese sandwich sitting idly on his plate. He had his mask lifted up so it sat atop his head, showing his freckled cheeks and and reddish cheeks. 

“That was a fun game, they were playing along this time”

He reached for a packet crisps, only to drop his hand and pick the sandwich back up when Bad gave him a disapproving look; they all wanted to make Bad proud, he wasn’t around often anymore but when he was here it was great. 

It didn’t really feel like home when he was off at school. 

Playing with the sleepy boys had been fun though, he mulled over the events of the day as he chewed on the childish meal, the sun was still high in the sky and he doubted it was past 2pm at all. 

Phil didn’t seem like he wanted to play, for a moment Dream wondered if Phil just didn’t like playing anymore, he was the oldest afterall, but he quickly shook the thought from his mind. Why else would he still turn up to L’manburg with his brothers? 

No, Phil definitely enjoyed it, he was probably just tired today, sometimes even his own brothers didn’t like playing Manhunt if they had had a long day. 

He remembered buying the fun snaps, it had been a little nerve wracking but he needed them for the plan to work! He had had to lie about how old he was for the shopkeeper to give them to him, he didn’t ask for ID though so he guessed the old man running the place also didn’t see the point in having an age limit to buy a toy. While they were going through their plan first, Sapnap had said he wanted to blow it up.

Obviously they couldn't do that. 

And so they decided on fun snaps and their ‘weapons’. At least this way they’d still get shocked by the noise of the snaps going off anyway, it wasn’t like they wanted to cause any real harm, he didn’t want to lose any more potential friends because of the ways he had fun. 

“We actually got into L’manburg today” Sap laughed, hair dusted with sandy dirt from when he had been pushed to the floor. 

His sandwich had been toasted to make the cheese melty and he was dipping it in a Tomato cup-a-soup. As far as Dream was concerned, that was single handedly the worst food combination ever made and he deserved to be pushed over for eating like that. 

“I hope you guys aren’t playing too rough out there, those Reid kids have a littl’un right?” 

Nodding, Dream shoved the rest of his lunch into his mouth, chewing it as much as he could before giving up and just speaking with his mouth full anyways. 

“Yeah Tommys like really small, we aren’t playing too rough though Ma, they’re cool with it, I promise! Even Sap and George like them”

Once she had finished preparing her own lunch, she sat with her kids; they were so rowdy, it would be a straight lie if she said she didn’t worry about their safety sometimes but she supposed boys would just be boys, no amount of sports clubs or extracurricular activities had ever quenched their need to run about and hit each other with sticks.

What was fun about hitting each other, she had no idea, but hopefully they’d grow out of it before they seriously hurt themselves or someone else 

“That’s nice to hear then, I’m glad you boys are making new friends, I know it can be difficult adapting to new places-” 

“Nah mum it’s easy!” Sapnap had cut her off, hand in a bag of crisps since he had finished his meal, despite how much Bad tried to influence healthy eating decisions.  

“That’s nice sweetheart, some people find it hard though! Hey! You know what could be cute? If you take Bad down to meet your buddies, you said they had an older brother around his age too right?” 

Dream groaned, feigning annoyance as he glanced over to his brother, while like Phil, Bad still cared about them a whole lot, they didn’t really have the almost-replacement-parent kind of dynamic that the sleepy bois had with their older sibling. He didn’t really understand that, Bad was two years older than him and the way they thought and rationalised things was about the same level, so why did his new friends seem to treat their older brother like a grown up? 

Even though they were a bit weird, they were nice and they were fun to play with, so eventually he nodded, it would be so much fun having Bad there to fight with them. It felt like it had been ages since they all played together. 

“I think they’re playing something else now, we can all go tomorrow after school if you want” 

With a shrug and a flippant smile, Bad had at last agreed to go meet his mischievous brother’s new friends. If the scar on George’s cheek was anything to go off though, it seemed like they were a lot more ill-disciplined than his boys were.

Or at least that’s what he liked to think. 

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“Phil didn’t mean to hurt you” Wilbur mumbled as they walked hand-in-hand to the old pool where they spent so much of their time together, gently lowering himself in and then helping Techno in afterwards. 

The two sat idly against the curved wall, sitting in comfortable silence as Wilbur waited for Techno to sort his thoughts out. 

“It still hurts” With a voice as quiet and weak as his was right now, anyone who had bothered to stay around long enough to hear his voice, absolutely wouldn't think this was him. 

The assertive, confident way he normally would speak to his brothers long forgotten as he gingerly swallowed the lump in his throat. 

He felt invalidated, ignored, humiliated. 

Why did Phil have to bring up the one thing he couldn’t argue with him on? He had got hit harder than Tommy! Why did he only care about Tommy? 

With a heavy chest and an aching arm, he rested his head on his brother’s shoulder, just wanting some comfort but not really knowing how to put his feelings into words. Thankfully, Wilbur seemed to recognise this rare moment and gently wrapped an arm around him. 

“Do you think….” He trailed off into a murmur after that, prompting Wilbur to remind him he needed to use his words

“Do you think that deep down...maybe Phil thinks I’m weird too? It’s weird to be this shy isn’t it? I’m supposed to have grown out of it by now right?”

His voice sounded frantic and panicked, breaths punctuated his sentences as he spilled his emotions into the empty pool. Gentle hands pulled him into a hug and he was tight against Wilbur’s chest, being reminded once again that even if he felt bad himself, his family would always save the day. 

“...well I think objectively it is a bit weird that we’re both this attached, and we should be able to be able to do these things that other kids our age can but just because what we have is a little funky doesn’t mean you're weird. If it was normal we wouldn’t have a speech therapist but I don't think it's bad, the other kids in our classes always talk about hating their siblings and stuff. I’m glad none of us are like that.” Wilbur tried his very best to articulate how he felt, a lot of the feelings he wanted to explain, he didn’t have the words to describe, and so he was left with small comparisons and metaphors. 

He didn’t bother saying them, if he was struggling with saying them he might accidentally say something that could hurt his brother more. 

“I don't think Phil thinks you're weird either. I think he’s frustrated, he works so hard to make sure we’re all okay and we don’t always show him that we appreciate it. I think maybe he’s scared for you, he knows it’s hard for you to talk and with him getting mad it probably came out wrong. He probably wants you to get better really bad and I bet it’s hard for him to watch you struggle and not be able to help. That doesn’t make what he said okay but I do think you should talk to him and try to find out why he said what he said”

Techno nodded, he felt a bit guilty for being so mad at Phil now, he cared so much about them and he had got his little brother hurt.

Even though he felt guilty, he still felt hurt though and maybe it was childish but he didn't care. He wanted to strop and huff and ignore everyone.

Before today he didn’t even realise it was possible to want to fall out of the earth and want to be cuddled by all his favourite people, simultaneously.

“I think you’ll feel better if you talk to Phil though, you wont need to make up theories on why he said it anymore than you already have.”

Another nod, he knew confrontation was inevitable but he wanted to sit here a bit longer,  with the shade from the trees and low hanging vines, to the roaring hot sun, it just felt so much better to try and think through his feelings here rather than having to think it all out while he was actually having the conversation with Phil. 

“It’s hard” An almost exasperated sigh left his lips “I know Tommy’s just the priority because he’s the youngest. I love him too, so so much, but he didn’t even check to see if I got hurt though. He saw I wasn’t able to protect Tommy and he got mad.

“Today, Phil was tired and stressed and he said some really stupid things but Tech’ I can’t tell you what he meant by them, I’m telling you all these questions would be solved so much faster if we just went and spoke to him.”

“..okay let's go”

#techno #wilbur #technoblade #wilbur soot #dream #sapnap #georgenotfound #badboyhalo #fanfic #hurt/ comfort

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O’Death//Calliope Kane Book 2

Holy fucking shit guys. Like I don’t even have an excuse. Here is the next chapter for book two. This chapter is SUPER long but oh well. I ended up getting carried away with it. Tell me what you think! Enjoy!  Description: The Grounders have been defeated. The people on the Ark have landed safely….so where is the rest of The 100? Calliope and her friends must work in a race against time to save everyone..no matter the cost.

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Bellamy slunk through the woods with Lincoln, trying to keep up. The entire time though his mind was still back at the camp with Callie. He knew that it was the best choice leaving her behind. But that still didn’t mean that he wasn’t worried about her. Lincoln must've noticed because when they stopped for water, he kept looking at the other man. “If you keep your mind back at camp, then you won't be able to focus on what’s going on here.” Bellamy looked at him and shook his head with a small smile on his face. 

“I didn’t realize it was that obvious.” 

“Octavia told me about you guys when you were up on the Ark. About how you became friends and what happened after.” Lincoln said quietly. “Why did you leave her?” The question honestly wasn’t a surprise to Bellamy. It was just something that most people never asked him, and it was a question that he never really liked the answer to. 

“I guess I was blaming her for something that was out of her control. It was easier to blame her for something that was my fault.” And that was the truth. Bellamy knew that he was careless that day, he knew that he shouldn’t have risked letting Octavia go out with everyone else...but he just wanted to make his sister happy. “Her dad was the one who pushed the button to float my mom, so it made it easier.” 

“It seems like you had suffered enough and didn’t want to lose her too, so you pushed her away.” Lincoln said as he looked around, making sure the coast was still clear. “But Callie seems to understand why you did what you did.” 

Bellamy nodded, knowing that he really didn’t have to say much to try and justify his actions with the other man. “Hopefully i'll be able to spend a long time making it up to her.” He said before he wiped his hands and stood up. “Okay, I need to know, we make it to the intake door without any of the real reapers seeing us. What happens next?” 

Lincoln got up and walked over to where a dead deer carcass  was. He started slowly cutting it open and started putting the blood on his face. “I kill everyone and you slip in.” He said as he started to put the blood on Bellamy’s face. “This needs to be quick though, we don’t want to give off any indication that we were there.” Bellamy nodded as he watched Lincoln pack up and head towards where they needed to go. As they started into the woods, Bellamy gently grabbed Lincoln’s arm. 

“Thank you for saving my sister. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t found her.” He said quietly. “I’m sorry for not trusting you before.” 

“We have all made mistakes since meeting, the difference between us and the enemy is that we learn from them and we work together.” Lincoln said before heading off with Bellamy following. 

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The tension inside the building was palpable. Callie honestly didn’t know what would happen next, but she wouldn’t be surprised if someone lunged at someone soon. Lexa’s warriors had been less than thrilled that Lexa had wanted to work with them, but at the same time the girl didn’t care. Their friends were in there as well as a lot of Lexa’s men and if working together meant they all were able to get them all out then so be it. Callie watched Lexa and Clarke go back and forth as they argued over a plan. Though she tried to pay attention the girl’s mind kept wandering back to where Bellamy was. She knew that it would be a minute before she actually heard from him, but that didn't help the pit in the bottom of her stomach. They shouldn’t have to fight for survival anymore, yet here they were. Callie zoned out so much that she didn’t realize Clarke was raising her voice in frustration till she looked up and saw the blonde storm out of the tent. Catching Major Bryne’s eye, Callie nodded as she motioned for the woman to follow Clarke. She waited till they were both out of sight when she finally walked over to Lexa. 

“What’s going on?” Callie asked as people started filing out of the room. 

“Clarke is putting too much faith in your friend. She refuses to have a plan that doesn’t end up saving everyone in the end.” Lexa said looking at Callie as the redhead’s eyes were trained on the door. “She could be a great leader...but she needs to learn to make the hard sacrifices.” 

Callie knew what Lexa was talking about. From the moment they all landed, Clarke wanted to make sure that EVERYONE was safe. Even if it wasn’t the best for the whole group. “Yeah, I know. But is that such a bad thing in this world?” 

“It is when you want to stay alive. Calliope, you all lived in space in a place that wasn’t in danger of being taken over, where you didn’t have to make sure that you were the strongest person. You were all just a danger to yourselves.” Lexa said as Callie finally looked at her. “But down here..it’s different. We have been fighting this enemy for as long as I can remember and in this world showing weakness will get you killed.” 

Callie knew that Lexa was right. She knew it because she already saw what happened when you were weak down here. When you tried to play devil's advocate, but she hated the fact that it had to be that way. 

“Bellamy wont let us down...he will get inside the mountain.” Callie said quietly. She felt a hand on her shoulder as she looked at Lexa’s face. It wasn’t malicious or cold, but sad. 

“Callie..you and Clarke could both be great leaders. But you need to realize that you can’t always win a war without sacrifice. You need to be able to make the tough choices. If we don’t hear from Bellamy soon then we are going to go with my plan.” She said as she squeezed the other girl's shoulder and walked out. Callie stayed in the room for a little longer before she headed back out into the night. Heading back to the small fire, Callie leaned against the tree and closed her eyes trying to think. All she wanted was to be back at base, chilling out with her friends and not worrying anymore. And now she had to figure out if they were all going to survive into the morning.

Feeling a figure sit down next to her, Callie didn’t even have to look before she knew who it was. James didn’t say anything, knowing Callie would talk when she was ready. He watched her a bit in silence as she kept her eyes closed. Her breathing had slowed and for a second, James thought she had fallen asleep till she spoke. 

“You’re staring at me again.” She said as her eyes stayed closed. 

“I’m not staring...I was merely glancing.” James said as he tried to look away. “Besides you look like you’re about to drop dead on your feet so I’m worried about you.” 

Callie sighed as she finally opened her eyes and looked at him. “James, I'm fine, I just need to get some sleep. You should too.” She said standing up. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” She didn’t want to stay and diagnose her mental health. All she wanted was to sleep and hopefully wake up in the morning and know that Bellamy was still alive. Heading to the hut that Lexa had given the group, Callie slipped inside hoping that sleep came quickly. 

*************

It felt like they had been walking for hours when Lincoln finally stopped. Bellamy looked around in the dark and noticed the man in front of him go rigid. “What’s wrong, do you see anything?” He asked as Lincoln reached down and grabbed a vial of red liquid. Without thinking he crushed it and watched the drug seep out. 

“You okay?” Bellamy asked as he moved closer. 

Lincoln didn’t look at Bellamy as he looked at the entryway in front of him. “As soon as they open the intake doors, we attack. Once they close I'll make it look like you escaped.” 

“Then what?” 

“Then the raiding party.” Lincoln turned around and started heading in another direction. “We need to get out of here. It’s too dangerous.” 

“What, wait no. Lincoln we are so close.” Bellamy said with urgency in his voice. “Please.” 

“I thought I could do this, but I can't. We need to go before we have to fight our way out.” Lincoln looked at Bellamy with sadness. ‘It’s over.” 

“No it's not!” Bellamy yelled “You can join them. Listen to me when they bring out the red you grab it and you run like hell. The reapers will go nuts, the grounders will run and the Mountain Men will have to deal with it. No one is looking for a grounder running into the mountain.” He thought that maybe he had Lincoln back, that maybe the plan might still work. At least until he saw Lincoln coming closer and put a bag over his head. Feeling his hands be tied behind his back, Bellamy knew that struggling against the other man when he already had the drug in his system was pointless, but he was still trying to form a plan. People were counting on him...Clarke and Octavia...Callie. Bellamy felt Lincoln push him forward so he started walking. It wasn’t until he heard the voice saying to harvest them that he really felt a sense of fear. 

*************

It was that next morning that they all had decided to move out. The plan was to head back to Camp and wait and see if Bellamy had contacted them yet. Callie tried to ignore the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew that she needed to have faith in him but she was also worried that the last time she saw him was the last time. Clarke had shown up that morning with Lexa, both looking worse for wear, but at least they were back. It was then that Lexa felt that they would be safer with their own people. Everyone agreed once they found out what had transpired the night before. Major Bryne was dead, and Clarke had yet another attempt on her life. Though the two girls were still not talking, Callie and Clarke had sat down together with Lexa to try and get a plan on how to get them home. Eventually they decided that Lexa would send some riders with Clarke, James and Callie to get them all back to the camp safe. From there they would figure out if Bellamy was able to get inside and if not then they were going to go with Lexa’s plan. 

Then ended up heading out shortly after Clarke and Lexa had gotten back to camp. Callie rode on one side of Clarke with Abby on the other side. James was positioned slightly behind Callie keeping a look out with some of the other riders. They had been going most of the day, Callie knowing the blonde wanted to reach the camp as fast as she could, when Abby finally stopped her horse. Callie stopped as well but noticed the irritated look on Clarke’s face before looking over at James. 

“Mom, why are we stopping?” 

“Clarke, you’re not invincible. You need to rest as well.” Abby said with a tired tone. She was tired of fighting with her daughter but she knew that tensions were high. The woman looked around at the other riders who were looking at Clarke for what to do next. 

“I’m fine, we are almost home anyways.” The blonde said curtly. Looking at her mom's face she sighed and looked at the riders. “Our scouts patrol these woods. Be careful  who you shoot.” 

The riders nodded as they went off to patrol while they rested. Clarke got down from her horse as Callie followed and walked over. She took the bag from Clarke and took a long drink from it, not realizing how thirsty she was. 

“When was the last time you ate?” Clarke asked. Her voice shocked Callie a bit as they hadn’t really spoken since everything happened.

“Probably the last time you did.” The redhead said with a shrug. James had been trying to get her to eat but all she could think about was if Bellamy was okay or not, if their friends were still alive...all the shit that had happened in the past few months. “It’s fine. I’ll eat when we get back to camp.” 

“You better.” Was all Clarke said before she turned around. “Mount up!” 

Everyone started moving as Abby came back. “Girls you both need to rest. You haven’t actually stopped moving since we got to Tondoc.” She looked over at James with a pleading face, but he just shrugged knowing that once both girls were determined there was no stopping them. 

“Mom, we need to get back to make sure Bellamy was able to get inside. We need to go now.” Clarke said as she got back up on her horse. 

"Listen to me. I know you don't think you need my protection anymore, but you do. You have to trust that I know what's right for us." Abby said, pleading with her daughter. Callie stayed silent beside Clarke. She knew that Abby was right in a way, but her overwhelming need to hear Bellamy’s voice again was pushing her the last part of the way back to camp. She would rest when he was back safe. Clarke looked like she was about to respond again when chaos erupted. A shot rang out and Callie felt herself fall to the ground, James on top of her as Octavia and Clarke headed off in the direction where the bullet came from. Callie lifted her head and noticed that one of the riders was bleeding on the ground. James was still holding his weight on Callie till she started moving around. 

“James, James get off me now.” Callie yelled. She felt his body lift up as she scrambled over to the rider. The wound in his chest was glaring and there was so much blood. Last time she saw it this bad was when they found Jasper. Taking her t-shirt off, Callie bunched it up and put pressure on the wound. “Hey, focus on me.” She said as she tried to stop the bleeding. “What's your name? Tell me your name okay.” The man looked at her with a sad look on his face, almost as if he knew what was coming. Callie watched as the light left his eyes and his body went limp, but she still didn’t move her hands. Too much death, so much death. Callie looked up as she noticed the way that Octavia and Clarke went. Taking off running, she followed the screams as she came across the group. Indra looked up and noticed the blood on Callie as the girl shook her head as she got closer. 

“What’s going on?” She asked as she watched Abby patch up the suit of the man screaming on the ground. 

“This is the man who shot at you. The mountain man who killed yet another one of my people.” Indra sneered. “And your doctor wants to save him after he should die.” 

“No, I see why.” Callie said leaning down. She grabbed the suit that the man was wearing and forced him to look at her. “I just watched someone who never deserved to die, bleed out because of you. So you’re going to tell us everything you know or i’m going to cut your suit open and make you suffer as you die.” Standing back up she nodded at the riders to take him away as she finally faced back towards Indra. “When we get the information we need out of him, he’s all yours.” 

“Callie..sweetie you can’t just make that choice.” Abby said quietly as she moved forward. “The council needs to decide.”

“You know what, I am SO SICK of the council. Ever since you guys got down here, everything has been so fucked up it’s not even funny. You don’t listen to us when we tell you how things are run, you don’t listen to us when we tell you there is a real threat. You sit there and treat us like children when we have been through so much more the last few months than you EVER will.” Callie yelled. No one dared to say anything against it because they knew she was right. “He will give us information on how the mountain works, and when he’s outlived his usefulness then Indra will decide his fate for killing another person.” She said as she looked at Indra. “And if anyone has an issue with that, send them to me.” 

The group stared at the redhead for a second trying to figure out what to say as the man was still whimpering on the ground. “Abby, get him back to base now.” Callie said as the woman just nodded and motioned for the other riders to help her. “James, go with her.” He opened his mouth as if to argue but changed his mind once he saw her face. 

“Mom, he HAS to have a transfusion of our blood.” Clarke yelled as she turned back to the group. “Okay, so what the hell was that?” 

“Clarke...you and Lexa were the targets.” Octavia said slowly. “They were trying to get rid of you guys.” 

“Indra, we need to warn Lexa.” Callie said quickly. The other woman nodded as she spoke to some of the riders and they took off. “Clarke, we need to get you back to camp, now.” The last thing they needed was for Clarke to get hurt. Thankfully the blonde nodded and didn’t put up a fight as they headed back to the others and continued their journey. Callie just hoped that they weren’t too late. 

***********

The drilling woke Bellamy out of a restless sleep. The pain in his leg is what woke him up further. Opening his eyes, he looked around and noticed that not only was he in a cage, but so were so many other people. Looking to his left, he noticed that someone was staring at him, speaking Trig. “I-I can’t understand what you’re saying.” He said weakly. She glared at him and it seemed as if a sigh of annoyance left her mouth. 

“Sky person.” 

“Ah, I see no one told you that we are on the same side now.” Bellamy said as he chuckled a bit. He knew that he was losing time, he should have contacted the others by now. “I need to figure out a way out of here.” 

“And what happens when you do?” The girl asked carefully. 

“I’m going to kill everyone in this mountain.: 

****************

Everything was insane the second they came back. Callie went with the man they took as Abby directed Jackson to prep the stuff for the transfusion that they needed. To keep Emerson alive he needed some of their blood to heal. “I’m going to need a lot of blood. Callie can we use yours? I know you’re a universal donor so I need you to do a transfusion for Emerson to stay alive.” Abby said looking at the redhead as she nodded and headed back over to Jackson and got set up. As he was sticking her in the arm with the needle, Raven came in through the doors and looked around shocked. 

“What the hell happened?” She asked as she walked over to Emerson who was withering on the table. 

“He got a tear in his suit. Right now that's the only thing keeping him alive.” Clarke said. “Anything from Bellamy?” 

“No, I came to see what was going on.” 

“Well then why are  you here?” Clarke snapped as Raven glared at her. 

“Octavia took over for me. Why don’t you just chill.” She said back as she came over to where Callie was sitting. “What are you doing?”

“Our blood heals them.” Callie said as she watched it drip into the container. “We need enough to keep him alive to figure out what he knows.” 

“How the hell are we gonna treat the guy if we can’t touch him?” Jackson asked as he stood next to Callie with his arms crossed. “We gotta figure out a way to give him the transfusion.” 

“I can rig up some scrubbers in the airlock. Give me 20 minutes.” Raven said as she took one last look at Emerson and walked out of the med bay. Callie watched her go as she caught Clarke’s eye. The blonde walked over and looked at her friend with worry. 

“You look paler than usual.” She said as she checked Callie over. 

“Well, that’s what happens when you decide to be a blood bag.” Callie said laughing. Looking over, she noticed Indra whispering by her fallen friend. “Indra, come here please.” The woman looked up and came over, though she didn’t look happy about it. 

“I’m sorry about your friend...I wish I could have done something.” Callie said quietly. “And I understand that you want to see Emerson suffer, and I promise that once this is done you are able to do what you want. But we need him alive and cooperative so we can figure out how to save BOTH our people.” 

For a second, Callie wondered if Indra was going to brush her off as usual. Instead the woman surprised her. “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. Just promise me that he will not leave here alive when you are done.” 

“I promise.” She said as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Realizing how tired she was, Callie knew she needed to stop. “Jackson...i think you guys have enough to start for right now.” He nodded quickly as he came over to her and bandaged her up after removing the needle. 

“Cal, you need to eat something now.” He said as he wrapped the puncture wound. “Otherwise you’re going to pass out from the blood loss.” Callie nodded as she stood up and wobbled a little. 

“Abby, you’re good right?” She asked as she headed towards the door. She knew that she could grab some food and be back in a bit. When Abby excused her, Callie took off towards the radio room. If anything she could take over for Octavia and the other girl could grab the food. Entering the radio room, Callie found the younger girl hunched over the radio like she was afraid to miss something. Sliding a chair over, she smiled at the girl as she leaned back. 

“Anything?” 

“Nope..and the deadline that Lexa gave is running out.” Octavia said, finally looking at Callie fully. “You look like death.” 

“Yeah, I was kinda hoping you would go grab some food for me if I took over here.” The redhead said with a slight smile. 

Nodding Octavia stood up and patted Callie’s shoulder before walking towards the door. “Anything specific?” When Callie shook her head, the girl shrugged and left. Callie scooted closer to the radio, assuming the same position that Octavia had just been in. 

“Come on Bell, where are you?” 

***************

Bellamy gasped in pain as the guard tased his side. He wanted nothing more than to lash out at him, but whatever they had put in his system was making the world move slower and Bellamy knew that his reflexes were off. Trying to fight through the fog, he was relieved when he heard a voice and the guard turned his attention away from him. Once he heard footsteps walking away, he was a bit shocked when someone spoke to him. 

“Who are you, you’re from the ark aren’t you?” The girl asked. Bellamy nodded trying to sit up and look at her. “Do you know Jasper?” 

“Yeah, he's a friend of mine. I’m Bellamy.” He said looking around. “You have a name?”

“Maya.” 

“Mind getting me down Maya?” Bellamy asked as she nodded and started to unlock the cage he was in. Bellamy groaned as he hopped down and stretched as he looked around. “We need to go. I need to get to the control room.” 

Maya nodded as they tried to head towards the exit. Hearing the door open, Bellamy quickly got back into his cage and pretended to lay down. 

“Lovejoy, hey.” Maya said casually. 

“What are you doing in here? You don’t have clearance for this area.” The guard asked as he walked over and stood in front of Bellamy's cage. 

“I wanted to get a good look at him, but it seems like he’s dead.” She said with fake sadness. 

“It would seem he is.” Lovejoy said as he opened the kennel door and went to reach for Bellamy. The second he grabbed him, Bellamy sprang up and knocked the man back, jumping forward. Bellamy wrapped his arm around the guy's neck and slowly brought him to the ground, refusing to let go until he stopped moving. Getting up, he looked around and made sure no one was coming before he looked at Maya again. 

“Help me move him. We need to strip his clothes so I can use them.” Bellamy said as he started to get the clothes off. “We need to hide his body.” Maya nodded as she rushed over. Within minutes they had the body stripped within minutes. After they moved the body, Bellamy quickly changed and the two headed for the exit again. 

“Okay, you’ve done enough.” Bellamy said looking at Maya. “You need to go before you get into any more trouble.” Maya shook her head.

“Not a chance, you don’t even know where you’re going anyways.” She said crossing her arms. 

“So draw me a map.” 

“Nope, i’m in this with you.” Maya was defiant, and it honestly reminded Bellamy of Callie. She wasn’t one that could be told what to do either. The stare down lasted a full minute before Bellamy groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. 

“Fine. I need to get to a radio to contact Callie and Clarke. I have to tell them I made it inside.” He said looking around. “We heard Jasper’s SOS.” 

"I helped them set that up. I know where it is. Bellamy... your people are disappearing, two so far-- Monty and Harper. I thought they'd be in here, but--" Maya trailed off. “I haven't been able to find them anywhere.” 

Bellamy chewed on his lip before deciding what to do. “Take me to the others, now. I need to make sure they are okay before I contact camp.” 

“Their dorm is on the way to the radio. I'm sure we can sneak in.” Maya said as they both started off down the hall. Before they got any further, Maya stopped him. “Wait, roll your sleeve up.” She said as she pulled a knife out. “This is going to hurt.” Bellamy barely had any time to register the pain before Maya had the tracking chip out of his forearm. He quickly wrapped some ripped fabric from his shirt around it before looking at Maya. 

“Tracking device?” He asked skeptically as she smashed the chip. 

“It will trip alarms once we start moving.” She said carefully. They started walking again before she spoke again. “How did you know who I was?” 

“Clarke. She said Jasper couldn’t stop talking about this girl named Maya.” Bellamy said. He looked over and noticed the grin that was on the girls face. He knew that grin, he got it every time he and Callie spoke. 

"There are three hundred and eighty-two people inside this mountain. If any of them realize you're not one of us, you're dead.” Maya said as they walked quickly. “We're on level two. The dorm is at five. There's a camera in the upper right-hand corner. Keep your head down." Bellamy nodded as they hurried towards the dorms 

*************

Callie had eaten the sandwich that Octavia had brought her and ended up camping out in the chair next to the radio. It had been almost 3 hours since they were back at camp on top of the whole day that he had been gone prior. She was trying not to show how worried she was, but it was hard. Getting into the mountain was dangerous in itself and if it was anything like Clarke said, it was going to be harder to stay alive. Hearing the door open, Callie turned when she heard Raven and Clarke’s voice. 

“Right, I can totally replicate this frequency.” She said as they both looked at the radio in front of them. 

“Good, cuz if we can use that to incapacitate the reapers then the tunnels will be open for us to take.” Clarke said quickly. “That could help us in the end.” Raven nodded as she took off towards a different part of the shop when Octavia came back into the room. 

“Callie...any word from Bell?” 

“Nope.” Callie got up and stretched as she tried to wake her body up. “It’s  been basically radio silence.” 

“Lincoln is still missing too. He should have been back by now.” Octavia said as she sat down in Callie’s chair. “I really hope they are okay.” 

“They are gonna be okay.” Clarke said quietly. 

“They better be.” Raven quipped. “Our whole plan rides on Bellamy getting into that mountain.” The two girls glared at each other before Callie got in the middle and distracted them. 

“Guys, now is not the time. I understand that we are all stressed but we need to work together.” She said as the girls stances relaxed. Before she could say anything else, a voice came over the loudspeakers. 

“Chancellor Kane, Calliope Kane and Clarke Griffin to the med bay.” 

Callie and Clarke looked at each other as they both headed out towards medical. Getting there, they noticed Emmerson smiling in his chamber as Abby stood at the table. Kane stood next to her, looking at something when the girls walked in. Callie looked at Emerson as they walked over to where their parents were. 

“Did he say something?” Callie asked as her dad looked her over. She knew that she probably still looked bad, but she honestly looked worse than she felt. 

“No..but his blood did.” Abby said sliding the sample over so the girls could look at it. “Jackson found genetic markers that only come from someone who was born on the Ark.” 

“It started.” Clarke looked at Callie with fear in her eyes as Kane reached back over to look. 

“Are  you sure it didn’t come from the transfusion that Callie gave him?” 

“No, this was taken before the transfusion. We had to test him to make sure that Callie could donate her blood.” 

“They are bleeding our friends.” Clarke yelled. Abby walked over and put her hands on her daughter's shoulders with a careful look. 

“Sweetie, we don’t know that.” 

“Yes we do. We are genetically engineered due to how we grew up. They weren’t” Callie said carefully. The look on Emersons face was pure smugness, and it lit a fire of hate inside of the girl. Grabbing a pair of scissors off the table, the redhead started over to where the man was. 

“Callie! What the hell are you doing?!” Kane yelled as he rushed over to his daughter. Callie glared up at her dad as she tried to move away from him. 

“I’m killing him. If he's not going to be useful, there is no reason to keep him alive.” 

“Callie, you need to calm down. You aren’t in charge here.” Her father said sternly. “We have to do things our  way.” 

“Your way can go fuck itself. How about that.” Callie spat out as she slammed the scissors back down on the table and walked out of the room. She entered the radio room to Octavia and Raven’s shocked look and about a minute later Clarke followed. 

“It’s over. They already started bleeding them.” Callie said quietly. “There's nothing else we can do.” The words were barely out of her mouth when Raven was in front of her with a look of rage. 

"No! You don't get to give up. You killed Finn, and I didn't give up. I'm building a damn tone generator. You do your job!" 

Clarke went and stood next to the two trying to defuse the situation. “Raven, she's trying. So am I...but we are out of options.” Before any of them could respond, Callie’s heart dropped as she heard a voice on the radio.

“Camp Jaha, this is Mount Weather. Can anyone hear me?” The three girls looked at each other for a split second before running over. 

“Holy shit.” Raven said as Clarke grabbed the mic.

“Bellamy?” 

********

“Clarke, is that you?” Bellamy breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he finally got a hold of them. Clarke’s voice was staticy as she responded but it was her. Maya was smiling next to him as she kept an eye out for anyone coming. 

“It is, are you alright?” 

"I'm fine. That's it for the good news.” Bellamy said quickly. “We have to talk fast. Something has changed. Jasper, Monty, everyone, they just locked them in the dorm."

“But they are alive?” 

“"I think so, for now. Maya says that they're already using their blood, and things are gonna get ugly in here real fast." Clarke was quiet for a second and Bellamy thought that maybe he lost her. “Clarke, are you there?”

“Yeah, Maya is with you?” 

"She helped me escape. If not for her, I'd be dead. And, Clarke, there are kids in here. We need a plan that doesn't kill everyone. Please tell me we have one." Bellamy was desperate at this point to get everyone out. 

“We got you Bell, but we can’t do anything to you to disable the acid fog.” Clarke said as Bellamy and Maya looked at each other. “Raven is going to help you with that.” 

“Got it, what else are we doing?”

"You have to figure out a way to free the Grounder prisoners. There is a whole army inside that mountain and they don't even realize it." Clarke said. The line was staticy but Bellamy still knew what she meant. 

“Clarke...where’s Callie?” The question hung in the air as Maya looked at the worried face on the man. Bellamy ignored her hoping that Callie was at least at camp. 

“Bell?” The voice on the other end knocked the wind out of him. She was okay.

“Hey Red. Long time no talk.” He said laughing. Hearing her laugh on the other end helped relax him. “I don’t have a lot of time, but I want you to know that I'm okay and I'll be back with you soon.” 

“Please don’t do anything stupid.” Callie said quickly. She knew that her time was short and she needed to make it quick. “Clarke and I have a plan, we have one of the mountain men here...we are coming for you guys Bell.” 

Bellamy smiled at her voice. He knew that she was trying to keep it together, but that's how she was. “I know. I gotta go love.” 

***********

“I know. Here’s Raven...I’ll see you when you’re home.” Callie said as she handed the mic to Raven. “Clarke..let's do this.” 

“Wait, where are you guys going?” Raven asked as the two girls left the room.

“We are going to make them focus on the outside instead of inside.” Callie said as she stalked off to Med bay. The girls entered the med bay to the shocked faces of their parents. Callie ignored her dad as she walked over to the sealed chamber. Motioning to the suit that was in there with him, Callie spoke. 

“Put it on.” She yelled as Emerson looked at her with confusion. 

“Callie, what are you doing?” Kane asked as Emerson shook his head no at her request. Ignoring her father, Callie shrugged. 

“Fine, then I’ll put it on you.” She said as she pressed the button to open the chamber. Kane and Abby both lunged forward to stop her but it was too late. She was already inside and had the man almost all the way in the suit. Her father was yelling at her to stop but Callie ignored him. Ignoring Emerson’s screams as she sealed him up in the suit, Callie stepped back and glared at him. “You’re coming with me.” She said as she grabbed his arm. Exiting the chamber, Kane and Abby were trying to stop Callie as Clarke stared in awe. 

“Get out of my way dad. Now.” Callie growled. She kept a strong grip on the other man’s arm as she stared her father down. 

“Callie, I don’t know what you’re doing, but you can't take him anywhere. He hasn’t told us anything.” Kane said, he honestly didn’t recognize the girl that was in front of him right now. Clarke finally snapped out of whatever trance she was in and walked over to Callie. 

“He doesn't need to. He just needs to deliver a message to them.” She said sternly. The blonde walked over and stood in between Callie and her father. Callie ignored them as she focused on Emerson. She made sure everything was air locked as she ignored him asking for help with the radiation burns that he suffered when she got him into the suit. 

“Can you hear me alright? Because I wanna make sure you get this.” She said quietly. Emerson nodded as Callie’s face hardened more. “Good. "I have a message for your leader. We're coming for him. You're watching us, but you haven't seen a thing. The Grounder army is bigger than you think, and even if you could find it, your acid fog can't hurt them, and now, thanks to you... neither can the Reapers. So you have one last chance. Let our people go, and we'll let you live. It's just that simple."

“I got it.” He said quickly 

“It’s an eight hour walk back to Mt Weather. You’re gonna do it in six.” Callie said, stepping back. “That’s as much air that you have in your container.” 

“Six..how am I going to deliver your message? That's not enough time.” The man looked panicked now as he looked around. 

“That’s not my problem. Now go!” She said as she watched him run away. Octavia walked up to Callie without taking her eyes off the man's retreating form. 

“How is this going to help my brother?” She asked as she finally looked at the other girl. 

"I just told him we have a secret army to worry about. The more they're looking at us, the less they're looking at him. Bellamy is the key to everything, Octavia. If he dies, we die."

#bellamy blake #bellamy x reader #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake imagines #the 100 imagines #the 100 x reader

[milks-writings]

can you do a sonfic with the song Born to Die by Lana Del Rey with Kenma with a f!reader? thank you sm 🥺🥺💗💗

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing,

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: Personally, I feel the song is about a relationship where 2 people are in love. But no matter how much they love each other Lana (the girl) knows that it wont work out. They continue to try and make this relationship work out, and obviously she is in a bad relationship. I feel that she knows that its a bad relationship but is willing to do anything to try and make it work out because she loves him. Even though in the end she does die, I don't feel that is why the song is called Born to Die. She basically is fighting a losing battle and knows in the end the relationship isn't ever going to work out. (as in the romance is "Born to Die")

I will use this as an explanation of their relationship. And thank you very much anon, I hope you like this scenario!💖❤

Also I am sorry if thats not good oajsdfsdf 

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Scenario:

Born to die (Lana del rey):

Kenma Kozume, also known as your boyfriend. Everyone always told you two that you were clearly not made for each other. He wasn’t someone who paid much attention to others, and would rather grab his game rather than talking to someone, while you were a person who loved getting attention, a person who loved talking and would rather put the game away to talk to someone.

There is this saying ‘opposites attract each other’ but somehow, you two never worked out, perhaps because you were too different.

He was a volleyball player, and always put the leat effort into things if possible, while you were the person who always puts all her effort into everything, as much as possible so it will work out fine.

You two were too different, yet you still loved each other. Yet you still loved each other so much, you didn’t want this bad relationship to end.

But you knew that this will not turn out well.

Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine Walking through the city streets

You were walking through the city, on your way to his house. You wanted to go on a date, and he wanted too, but he was too lazy to go out, so you just told him it was fine if you would go over to his house.

But in reality, you both knew, that you would prefer to go out, to the park or something similar.

In reality, you both knew that he would never go out into the park.

With every step, the air seemed to be heavier than you remembered. You didn’t want to stay inside, the weather was fine, but you loved him too much to say no to him.

Maybe, hopefully, your love will be enough for the relationship to work out. Hopefully, your heavy heart will get lighter, since maybe, the happiness which used to fill your heart would lift it again up.

But lately, the happiness filling feeling started to disappear, and it got replaced with this uneasy feeling of being happy, but at the same time knowing that this happiness will not last forever.

The thing between will not last forever. 

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why

Sometimes, you would cry. You would just cry at the thought of you two love each other, yet not making the relationship work. You always tried to meet in the middle, always tried to do the wishes of you two, but it never worked out. No matter how much you both tried, it never seemed like it was enough.

At first, you thought that you didn’t love him enough, so you forced yourself to love him harder. You thought that it was only a down in your relationship, only a bad time, but it wasn’t. The relationship was only having ups actually, like a roller coaster, you started high, but the other part of the roller coaster was only a down falling, always deeper, always worse.

It never got better, just as you thought that it was a bad day, it got worse.

The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime

After arriving at the house you used to love to visit, and you still do, just there is no special feeling, you knocked on the door.

You wanted to break up, you had to, but who could blame you for wanting to enjoy this a little longer? Who could blame you for wanting to be happy for a little longer? Who could blame you for not wanting to break up with someone you loved, and the same someone even loved you back?

The door opened and your boyfriend stood there.

“Sorry, I know that you probably want to go out but...”

“No its okay babe!” You quickly reassured him with a smile.

You both knew that this would not work out.

I can see but once I was blind I was so confused as a little child Tried to take what I could get Scared that I couldn't find All the answers, honey

“We should break up” the question obviously was making him surprised, but at the same time, he somehow couldn’t be. He knew that this would come some time, he knew that someday you would bring this up, someday, you two would think about breaking up, not because you fell out of love, but because you were just not made for each other.

But now, after hearing you say those words, his world seemed to fall apart. God, he prepared every day for this sentence to come, he always went through his words to make sure he wouldn’t mess up, but now he seemed to not know what to say.

He was having no words, literally.

You figured it out, the love which blinded you seemed to not be as much blinding as it used to be, you seemed to had gotten used to the bright love. Now, you got all the answers you were looking for, why you two didn’t work out.

You were just not meant to be.

So, choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die

“You are right, Y/N” he suddenly agreed.

No no no, this is not what he wanted to say. He prepared a whole speech, which would go for about half an hour, which would clear you both up

“We don’t work out” he agreed again.

You thought he would stop you, he would do something, but he just went along. “I really love you Y/N, but we both know that this relationship is not like we both want it to be”

He was right.

You were right.

You both knew this would come one day.

Yet it still hurt like hell.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! x female reader #haikyuu!! x you #haikyuu!! x y/n #hq x female reader #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq!! x reader #hq!! x female reader #hq!! x y/n #hq!! x you #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma x female reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x female reader

[leftenant-sinani]

Tales from Grudgewill - Love of Our Lord  Chapter 3

Third chapter is born, kamaraden, this time it will be a bit shorter. Do not worry, though, the next chapter will be so long, that i will even perhaps make two parts from it. As always, if there are some mistakes, i apologize deeply, but hopefully there wont be any. This time i took a different approach, so i want to warn you that there is mild gore and psychological torture included. Just so you know. It was originally meant to be just a simple short thing, but it got far longer than i expected, so i made it as chapter on its own, and you all at least will get to finally see Watcher in action for the first time. Anyhow, once again, thanks for the support and i also thank these wonderful people, thanks to them, this project is moving forward. I love you all.  @witharsenicsauce @avengercommander @myrddinderwydd @smixcom

Chapter III : An Answer

The Lord was sitting in front of his table, scribbling something on a sheet of paper, it looked like a poet. A very rough poet. Valnin knew that it's bad, he never had that poetic or writer's talent, he was good at talking to people, persuading them or even flirting. But writing? No, it was always very difficult for him to make at least something decent. He wasn't like his brother Anedran, who wrote series of books, not to mention they're pretty popular in Morrowind. He sighed, shifting in the chair to make himself comfortable. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping that his parents were okay, since he heard that Vvardenfell wasn't really the safest place at the moment. Rumors about long forgotten Sixth House, The House Dagoth rising and such things. He found it more than worrisome and he really wanted to visit Vvardenfell, but he couldn't just leave his hut unwatched when this village is known to have a little guild of thieves. "Of all villages in Morrowind you could choose, and you chose the one with thieves, Trildyn." He told himself. He looked out of the window for a moment, watching those two moons glittering on the night sky, quietly praying to Azura for his parents to be safe. Once he finished the quiet prayer, he started to focus on the silence. It helped him to calm down, and clear his head of uncomfortable thoughts. He sighed yet again, this time it was a sigh of relief, as he felt somewhat better. He was starting to slowly fall asleep on the chair as it was getting really late for him. So he blew out the candle, took off the upper part of his clothes, and then fell into bed. He covered himself in the sheets, shifting into a comfortable sleeping position, and before he fell asleep, Valnin suddenly felt a familiar cold feeling, like there was someone... or perhaps something with him. It was so intense, that it sent shivers down his spine. He quickly got up, starting to scan the room... there was nothing. He then realized that maybe it was that uncomfortable cold wind. Valnin got to the window, and as he was about to close it, he took another long glance at the moons. It was truly beautiful sight, it was filling him with peace, he could watch it for hours. However, that feeling was shattered when he turned around. Valnin saw a dark figure standing in front of his bed, all he could see on it, was those piercing greenish eyes. It was the Watcher himself. That dark, cold feeling coming from him was filling the whole room. "Do you truly miss this life, I wonder?" The Watcher said. Valnin was just standing frozen on place, not capable of saying a single word. "Do you think that this would be better? Having a job as mercenary, risking your life for coin. And yet, you barely had for living. Is that the life you loved so much?" The Watcher asked him. Valnin wanted to reply, but something was keeping him from talking. "I know what you are about to say. We both know that it would be a lie. You keep forgetting that I can see your every move, hear your every thought, that I can sense your feelings. And right now... right now, you are feeling unsure and scared. You are asking yourself if this all is real." The dark man said in almost trance-like fashion. Valnin just looked into the floor for a while as he realized that this was probably all just a dream.... or was it? If it was, it felt way too real. "I am not going to asnwer any of your questions you have." The Watcher said coldly. He then continued in his speech "Besides one. Once you will get the answer, perhaps you will start appreciate your new life a little bit more.". And once he finished, everything went black.

Valnin tried to slowly open his eyes, but they kept closing on their own. He felt weak, unable to move a single bit, yet he felt like he was being moved. As he regained consciousness, he quickly felt a strong headache, like something heavy had hitted him in his head. He could not see much as he had probably something on his face to prevent him from seeing. However, he overheard two people talking, both had male voices. "... but besides that, are we really sure that it's him we want to kill?" The first man said. "Yes, it is him. According to the description, the target should have Telvanni markings on the body, and this was the only one from the entire village who has them." The second one replied. The first one sighed "Was it really necessary to burn the whole village because of one cursed elf?". "We got paid to do it. Supposed to be message or something. I just hope the rest of our men did not run into any trouble, because i know them far too well." The second one said with slightly worried voice. "Still, why didn't we kill him right away if he is the real target?" The first one asked, most probably concerned judging by the way he talked. "The client said, that he will be the one who will kill him if he will survive the fire, so we are now delivering him." The second man replied. "This is all one big mess. I just hope we got rich payment." The first man sighed yet again. "Trust me that we got paid more than fairly. Once this is done, maybe we should-" Valnin lost his attention as he was fading all over again. He tried to stay awake, but he couldn't really resist, and before he realized it, his eyes closed and everything went black for a while again. Poor Valnin woke up violently as someone has punched him with a great force. Valnin felt how his nose broke, his heart racing, his vision slightly blurred and all he could hear was that uncomfortable humming in his ears. He then looked up on the person who punched him. He did recognize the person, it was another Dunmer he met on one mercenary job. "I assume you do know me, don't you?" The Dark Elf man said. Valnin just slowly nodded. "Good. Because I want my face to be the last thing you will see, you blazed bastard." The man said angrily, and without warning, he punched Valnin yet again. The man had a strength of two Nords, at least it felt like that. The humming was getting stronger, and so was the pain, Valnin just coughed as he wanted to speak "Listen... I am really sorry for what I-" he coughed again, this time it felt almost like someone was kicking him in his stomach, but he continued nevertheless "... for what I did to your brother, but I did not have much choice. I had a job, and he was in my way. He tried to kill me, so I had to defend myself.". That did not have any effect however, as the other Dark Elf continued to glare daggers into him "You being sorry will not bring them back. You just murdered him in cold blood!" he cried. Valnin then realized what Watcher meant with that answer... it was an answer to the question of what would happen if he wouldn't accept his offer that day. But he did not understand it, was it a dream that felt way too real? Or was it alternate reality, and once he get to the end, he will wake up in his castle again? He coughed once more, feeling that horrible pain. "And... what about that village?" Valnin asked. The man just stood there, still frowning "I told them to burn the village, hoping that you would die in fire. I also told them to bring you here if you would survive. At least I can kill you personally if anything.". "And what about those people your mercenaries killed? You made whole village burn for one life. Who is cold-blooded murderer then?" Valnin told him in serious voice. The Dunmer looked at him with an strange expression... something between sadness and anger "I always get what I want, Valnin. I always do. And I do not care if it will kill one person, or half of Morrowind. It is your fault after all, this all could've been prevented, if you did not kill my brother. Those people could've lived right now if you just would choose a different way, Valnin.". Valnin felt that this was one of those people, bloodthirsty fanatics, who wouldn't stop in front of anything just to get their revenge, even if it would kill them. He felt guilty about it all when the other Dunmer said it like that. "So what, you're just going to kill me?" Valnin asked with a bit of desperation in his voice. "What did you expect, Valnin? Do you think that the lives of those people that had to die because of you are enough for me? Wrong. At least it will be a message to those, who will try to cross my path again. That I am not a man to be trifled with. And your death will bring me inner peace." The man said in uptight voice. None of this made sense to Valnin... this person had to be mad or something. Was this dream getting exaggerated? Or was it even a dream? He wasn't sure with anything at the moment, if any of this was real. Maybe the truth was somewhere in the middle, as the pain felt real, but the surrounding did not. He felt like he was going insane... or was he already? Thousands of thoughts was going in his head, it was like a maze his mind couldn't get out of. But before he could think of anything else, he felt how the hand of the other Dunmer grabbed him by the chin. The looked into each other's eyes for a second, and within a matter of second, the man stabbed Valnin's left side of his neck. He wanted to scream out of agony, but all he could do, was mildly choking as blood was slowly coming into his mouth. He felt the end of the blade inside his throat, but that feeling was slowly going away when he started fading out from this hopefuly fictional world. He continued to choke, coughing out his own blood, but the other man didn't have enough, and he finished it by slitting Valnin's entire throat. Valnin's eyes were forced shut as he released his last breath... and everything blacked out for the final time.

The Lord woke up covered in sweat, all he could hear was his heavy breathing and the fast beating of his heart. He quickly roamed his neck with hand, expecting to feel a scar, yet nothing was there, it was without a single scar like nothing has happened at all. He would swear that he still felt it, but it was just an illusion. He tried to calm himself down for good few minutes and when he did, he could not fall asleep anymore as he was scared to death despite the fact it was still a night. "Damn you, Watcher." He said under his breath, even when he knew that he is probably going to regret it sooner or later.

This is the end of the chapter III, and i want to give you a little mind-boggling question... Do you think it was all just very bad nightmare... or perhaps an insane alternate reality?

#fanfic #crossover #fantasy #writing

[deadanddeactivated]

Baby Brothers, Brothers Baby

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairing: Brotherly Virgil & Patton, Patton & Thomas Characters: Virgil, Patton, Thomas, Roman (Mentioned) Notes: Also called: Kail wants more Older Brother Virgil dang it.  And if you want more of this, please let me know.  Or I probably wont write it.  I need validation. Summary: When someone starts knocking at his door at 11pm, Virgil isn't sure what he's expecting but it's definitely not his baby brother. Or what his baby brother is holding.

AO3

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Virgil was in the process of pinning a rather complicated piece of suit jacket when a knock jolted him out of his focus.  Frowning, he looked to the alarm clock he kept by his sewing table to save him from his tendency to get lost in his work.

Who the hell was knocking at his door at 11pm?

Surely princey was getting his precious beauty sleep by now.  Even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t rock up unannounced.  Not this late.  Unless…?

But no, Virgil hadn’t missed any messages from princey.  Who then?

The knocking came again and Virgil sighed, removing the pins from their place resting between his teeth.  Only one way to find out, right?  Here’s hoping he didn’t get murdered or whatever.

“I’m coming.”  He assured the frantic knocker.  As he drew closer to the door he could hear someone… crying?  And someone else trying to shush them.  What the hell?

Cracking his apartment door open just a little, Virgil immediately unlatched the chain and opened it fully.

“Patton?”  He asked, frowning.  The boy in front of him looked nothing like the eight year old Virgil had last seen.  He was a teenager now, all too long limbs and diminishing baby fat.  With a mop of unruly brown hair on his head and a pair of black glasses framing his sky blue eyes.  He was dressed in a too-big grey hoodie and ruffed up jeans.  Even so, his little brother was as familiar to Virgil as the back of his hand.

The bundle of fusing, tiny human in Patton’s arms was not familiar.

“I didn’t, I didn’t know where else to go.”  Patton managed.  Despite his attempts to shush the baby, he was practically sobbing himself.  Had been for a while, by how red his eyes looked.  

Jesus, what had Virgil missed?

“It’s okay Pat.”  He assured.  “Come on in.”  He opened the door wider, moving to the side.  Patton shuffled in, still trying to calm the crying bundle in arms Virgil realized where shaking.  Once the elder had closed and relocked the door, he held out his arms to his little brother.

“Pass them here.”  He said softly.  Carefully, Patton handed the baby over and Virgil started bouncing them on his shoulder.  “So,” he started, probably best to address the tiny elephant in the room right away, “whose this?”

“His name’s Thomas.”  Patton mumbled, suddenly looking like he was being scolded.  He played with the straps of his backpack.  A backpack much too small to be much use when running away.  “He’s um, he’s, well…”  But Patton couldn’t finish.

“Yours?”  Virgil guessed, noting the way Patton braced himself before nodding.  Like he was expecting shouting, or violence.

Virgil knew exactly who taught him that.

“They didn’t take it well?”  Virgil guessed again.  This time the nod was a little less hesitant.  Trying to hold in a sigh, knowing Pat would take it the wrong way, Virgil decided not to press further.  Thomas started to settle some, likely calmed by his steady shoulders and even breathing.  Couldn’t lose that stressing over parents he’d long since cut out.

“The mother?”  Virgil asked.

“She didn’t want him.”  Patton answered.  “But I did!  I do!”  He added, with more confidence than anything else he’d said all night.  “We just, we just don’t have anywhere to stay.”  Ah, and there went that confidence again.  As well as the eye-contact.

“Pat, you’re staying here.”  Virgil said firmly.  “No way am I letting you raise a kid alone, you’re practically a kid.  You’re staying with me until you’re at least eighteen, maybe longer.  We’ll talk about it when you’re eighteen.”  Virgil tried not to wince at his own tone.  Did he sound too demanding?  Of course he wasn’t going to stop Patton if he wanted to leave, he wasn’t a prison warden.  But Virgil didn’t want Patton thinking he had to leave, or that he had to work towards leaving one day.

Thankfully Patton seemed to get the message, face breaking out into a real grin.

“Thank you Virgil.”  He said, moving in for a tight hug.  Virgil shifted Thomas so he could hug Patton with one arm.  

“Nothing to thank me for Pat, obviously.”  Virgil huffed.  “We’ll have to go get some baby stuff tomorrow.  Hopefully the store is still open and we can get some formula and diapers.”  Those were the essentials, right?  Where there other essentials for babies?  God, Virgil was going to need to do some serious research tonight.  He’d finished the suit jacket later.

“I’ve already some stuff.”  Patton assured, letting go of Virgil to rush to his kitchen bench.  He set his backpack on the bench and started to pull things out.  Diapers, different brands but all the same size, as well as a packet of wipes.  Formula, a baby bottle, a partly empty bottle of water, a spoon.  A slightly crumpled birth certificate.  Even a small assortment of baby clothes joined the little pile.  

Objectively, Virgil knew all these items were very important and that it was very good Patton had them.  The twenty-four hour store down the road didn’t exactly have a large range of things beyond late night snacks and energy drinks.  

Objectively, Virgil also knew these items had taken up a lot of space in a small, not very full looking backpack.  

“Where are your things?”  He asked.  The smile fell from Patton’s face once more, the teenager giving a shrug.

“It’s okay, I can get new things later.”  He mumbled.  “And I don’t mind wearing my clothes for a week or two, they don’t smell much.”  Virgil frowned deeper.

“Patton, how long have you been wearing those clothes?”  He pressed, getting another shrug in response.

“A few days maybe.”  Patton mumbled.  Virgil didn’t live far from his parent’s home, the city was only a few hours travel at most.  A very intentional effort on his part to be closer to his brother.

“Where have you been staying?”  Virgil asked.  Patton looked like he wasn’t going to answer but Virgil wasn’t stepping down.  Eventually the teenager gave in, shoulders slumping.

“The hospital.”  He admitted.  “Mum and Dad said I couldn’t come home if I was coming home with Thomas, and I wasn’t just going to give up Virg.  But they had to check him over and I was worried if I went home someone would take him away.”  Patton confessed in one long breath.

“Jesus Patton.”  Virgil couldn’t hold back his emotions this time, concern and worry seeping into his tone.  “Why didn’t you call me?”

“They took away my phone when they found out.”  Patton said.  “But it was okay!  The nurses were really nice, and they didn’t mind me staying there!  Harriet even taught me how to make up the formula and feed him.  Her sister just had a baby, and she had spare clothing so she gave me some!  And Markus showed me how to change a diaper and he always had extra lunch!  And see, this way you won’t have to worry about any of that stuff too, I can do it!”  

Jesus Patton.  This time Virgil managed to keep the words in, only just.  Thomas had fallen asleep against his shoulder, Virgil wasn’t about to wake him up by freaking out.  Even if there was a whole boatload of questions to be had.  Still, Virgil took a deep breath and pushed them aside.  He couldn’t change the past, only right now.

“Have you eaten today?”  He asked, deciding to focus on that.  Patton stumbled on his words and that was all the answer Virgil needed.  “Okay, we’re having dinner then.”  He decided, trying to remember if he had food in the apartment.  Ordering in sounded like a mess of people he didn’t want to deal with today.

“I can cook!”  Patton suggested.  

“No.”  Virgil shot that down immediately, sighing when Patton’s entire face fell.  That came off harsher than he meant it too.  “Pat, you’re a terrible cook.”  He pointed out, tone teasing this time.  “Besides, you’re exhausted.”

“Yeah, but you’re already doing so much.”  Patton argued.

“I haven’t done anything yet.”  Virgil claimed.  “I’ve grilled you for answers and ordered you to move in.  You don’t owe me anything.”  He added, tone firm and leaving no room for argument even though he knew that Patton wanted to.  

“Go have a shower Pat, you can borrow my clothes for the night.  I’ll make us up scrambled eggs, yeah?  That’ll be nice.”  And he should definitely have eggs.  “We’ll sort everything else out in the morning.”

“...Okay.”  Patton agreed.  

“Okay.”  Virgil nodded.  “Here, hold Thomas again while I grab you some clothes.”  Instantly, Patton tensed up.

“But what if I wake him up and make him cry again?”  He asked, panicked.

“You won’t if you stay calm.”  Virgil promised.  “Babies can sense that kind of thing.  Just keep breathing steady and Thomas’ll be fine.”  

“Okay.”  Patton sounded a lot less sure about this okay.  It was hard not to laugh as Patton held his breath while Virgil handed Thomas over but, when Thomas didn’t immediately start screaming his head off, the young father relaxed.

“There you go.”  Virgil said softly.  “Wait right here.”  Quickly but quietly, Virgil went to his room and found a shirt and pair of track pants that looked about right.  Then he grabbed a towel and placed the pile neatly on the edge of the sink in the bathroom.  When he came back to the kitchen Patton was still standing where he left him.  He definitely wasn’t tense anymore, smiling softly at the baby in his arms and whispering promises Virgil couldn’t hear.

“Bathroom’s all ready.”  Virgil said, almost a little sad he had to ruin the moment.

“You promise you’ll look after him?”  Patton asked, tone too soft and vulnerable for Virgil to feel insulted.

“I promise.”  He said, taking Thomas back into his arms.  Patton still hesitated a moment before heading into the shower.  Hopefully he’d still have a proper one.

Virgil bounced Thomas a moment but he’d need both his hands to cook.  Thankfully the couch was in sight of the kitchen, so Virgil stacked up the pillows to create a makeshift crib and placed Thomas in it.  He’d have to thank Roman and his obsession with ‘decor pillows’ later.

Of course he couldn’t let Thomas sleep there all night, Virgil thought as he started on dinner.  He’d have to go buy a crib tomorrow but for tonight hopefully he could use the pillow crib on the main bed.  Plus have him and Pat on either side.  It was a double bed so they should all fit, right?  They’d have to, it was sort of the only option they had right now.

Problem A solved, Virgil started to dwell on problem B - where was he meant to put the crib.  His apartment wasn’t particularly big, there was his bedroom, his sewing room, the bathroom, and then the combined living kitchen area.  Which meant he’d have to clear out his sewing room, which could take some time.  

Then of course there was problem C, how the hell was Virgil meant to raise his brother and his nephew?

Nope, not thinking of that yet.  Virgil wasn’t even finished with problem B.  No time to dread problem C.

He finished up the eggs and collected Thomas from the couch, not sure Patton would want to see the baby in a pillowfort.  Conveniently, Patton appeared from the bathroom a few minutes later.

“Dinner’s ready.”  Virgil said.  They were quiet as they ate, the exhaustion clearly catching up with Patton while Virgil got lost in his thoughts.  When they were done, and Virgil had stirred Patton away from the dishes, they moved to the bedroom.

“I can take the couch.”  Patton argued, words a little slurred.

“None of that.”  Virgil said.  “Thomas isn’t sleeping on the couch, and you should be sleeping with him.  Parental bonding or something.”  Virgil had grabbed that out of thin air but Patton was too tired to argue.  He settled on the bed, curled around protectively around Thomas.  He was asleep before Virgil had finished setting up the pillow walls.

Virgil stepped out of the room, finally letting the weight of this land on his shoulder.  God.  This was a terrifying mess and Virgil had no idea what to do about it.  

All he could do was be there for Patton he supposed.

And, maybe, call a friend.

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What would your Survivor and Killer OCs think of mine and Mags'? :3

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alrighty~ lets get started with

Pandoras thoughts

Mary: Honestly seems like a great person and would love to get to know her more. I imagine if Pandora had traveled and crossed paths with Mary Pre-Entity. She would have been like hey can you DJ at this party I’m throwing. I imagine they could have become pretty good friends to be honest. Plus Pandora is a huge partier, so shed end up being a fan as well x3

Pandora loves to tease the killers in trial and with those perks that Marys got. I imagine if they ended up in trials together and got to each other before the killer did. Tag team big time.

Thomas: She can see that hes guarded and can understand that. Pandora is a pretty sensitive person and can read people well. Shed take her time with Thomas and show him not everyone is as bad as they seem.

She would be extremely patient with him. Have his back when shes able too in trials. That sadomasochist perk really comes in handy for taking hits for team mates x3

Will try to make him laugh in a trial, lets have fun with this. She knows people can see what shes doing. So shes like lets make this as pervy or as funny as possible.

Neo: Loves the aesthetic, oh la la~. x3 Dont know if shed see him without the mask but shed be like oh damn~. anyway...a challenging killer but thats what makes these trials so fun, and Pandora is a glutton for punishment...god that sounds bad...anyway

I imagine shed be annoying to him too. Finding out about his past though would warrant empathy from her. Its not fair shed say, its not fair at all...outside trials she would try to befriend him like shed try with certain other killers.

Irene: You think I’m annoying now....just you wait~. Pandora though loud and very in the spotlight herself....is patient and cunning and knows how to be stealthy. I think at first when learning about Irene she might feel for her but it wouldnt last too long. She can put two and two together...she knows what happened to those people Irene knew...

Selfish people do as selfish people do. And Irene may be an actor but shes an open book.

Pandora wouldnt have much patience for someone like her but annoying the hell out of her would be worth it every time. She might even snap at Irene during trial and bring something up...which might get her killed but she wont care. Irene wants control and is manipulative. And Pandora dont roll with toxic people like that.

oh you dont like how I dress or act, well tough shit. shed call her uptight x3

Now for Gisela~

her view on life in general has become skewed especially after the betrayal and pain she endured before becoming what she was. During most trials she is herself, I have a look for her that shows when its the Entity I have yet to draw it and post it though so....hopefully soon.

So~

Mary: oh my god, this one is going to be annoying she can already tell. Dont get her wrong in another life these two could have been close. But this is the Entities realm and the Witch is no longer who she used to be.

So shes going to get annoyed with that one perk Marys got x3 I can tell but outside a trial...perhaps but shes quite hard to get close to outside trials.

she tends to stay in her own realm and doesnt even bother going to I assume a killers camp .I like to assume the killers also have a camp like oh man a new day in the entities realm time to head to the camp to see what trials ill get and sometimes they all hang out there. But shes like nah....

But I think she would also be fascinated with Mary, and....impressed. She was never that confident or popular when she was that age. So maybe also some admiration in there. A small part of her from the past still remains it might seem.

Thomas: Gisela understands a lot about what Thomas feels. Betrayal, someone close to you betrayed you. Left you for dead.....how familiar. Her situation from before only slightly similar in the someone close aspect though for her it was a whole village.

In trials she might give Thomas a chance...might..because of the sort of kinship she would feel with him but only somewhat. She has a job to do after all

other than that who knows. Maybe outside of trials theyd sit quietly together but The Witch tends to mostly keep to herself watching everyone from the shadows or through the crows eyes.

Shes not too fond of most people due to her past.

Neo: When it comes to killers, The Witch learns about them before meeting them. So Neo she would feel for, might not really show it at first unless they happen to get real close eventually but....she would feel for him and his past.

And yes....he is quite handsome~. But right now its professionalism time.

anyway....I imagine they might not speak much at first. Since shes pretty secluded and loner like at least in the beginning of things.

Neo has no qualms with killing, and honestly neither does she at this point. He has his reasons she has hers.

Irene: Im just imagining the Witch looking down at Irene with just this....look like....excuse you. x3 I dont know why anyway...

considering how different these two are...Gisela will admit she was a bit selfish in her past but not to Irenes extent. She selfishly wanted to keep her sister with her in their home village but ended up unable too... that was her thing.

But Gisela also sees this want for attention and control.....utterly......infuriating. She has no patience for it. I imagine she could tell how Irene would feel about her. As I may have mentioned before or if I didnt, The Witch knows things and she can tell the type of impression she leaves on some.

but I imagine if these two did have any positive interaction it would be few and far between perhaps. Where as Irene enjoys being in the spotlight, the Witch actually doesnt. She tends to stick to the shadows.

Bastian's opinions

Mary: she's really cool and he'd definitely befriend her. Love of music and stuff uvu

I imagine they'd joke around and talk about their lives. Let's irritate the killer x3

Thomas: he'd feel for Thomas and he'd also be understanding but Bastian is extremely loyal when he makes a friend.

I imagine it'll take a bit and Bastian is more down it earth when it comes to being social and such. So who knows they might end up being real good friends in time.uwu

Neo: cool look but oh shit! I honestly think Bastian would have a bad time going against him. Hed be like flashlights dont work sooo....what do!

cool guy, sad past, hed feel better but wouldnt feel very safe around him even outside trials. He doesnt really trust a lot of the killers outside the trials in general.

Irene: ._. reminds him of his father so it's a no from him.

Would do everything in his power to piss her off just like he did him.

He will pallet stun her over and over and over. Learn that Yui perk just for her plus added with his pallet perk itll be a real hit.

Hope these are good uwu