#Chaos writes

[imachaoticghost]

Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu

Summary: Timebomb x reader matching things (accessories, clothes, tattoos or etc) because they would like to get married but uh you know (request)

Warnings: no plot, fluff, gn!reader, not proof read

Pairings: Alternate!Powder x reader x Ekko

A/n: since I didn't know if the request was meant for alternate powder or Jinx, I did both. Enjoy!

Alternate! Powder and ekko

I think if they want to get married, but they can't, they'd be the type to have promise rings.

Probably one with either three small gemstones of the colour of each (blue for powder, white or orange for ekko and whatever colour you like) or one with each of your initials engraved (as in EP and your initial)

Powder would probably have it on a chain around her neck, and Ekko either on his finger or in a chain too. Under his shirt probably, to not damage it or lose it.

You're just sipping on your drink, waiting for your two partners in one of the tables of the Last Drop. It's a lazy day, slow, sunny, nothing you wouldn't like to go out in. Vander is cleaning glasses when he notices the ring.

"What's that? Getting married already?" He teases, watching Powder and Ekko come in, light catching on the silver around Powder's necks. It isn't until Ekko puts his hand on the counter that he notices the gems on his finger. "Matching rings hm? Get engaged already" He teases again, serving them their drinks.

Benzo has about the same reaction when he walks in, a playful scowl on his face. "You're too young to be thinking about marriage" He scolds, not so playfully. But you all don't care, simply happy to have matching rings.

Then there's more permanent stuff, for example tattoos

I'd see ekko being a clock, and powder either a raven or some gears. Or then you could have the moon (powder) the sun (ekko) and the stars (you). Anything that is symbolic. The three of you would have the same tattoo with the three symbols.

I don't think they would outright tattoo their partners names on their skin, it feels too... impersonal in a way. Or maybe just not like them.

You were all lounging in Powder's hideout, thinking, talking. "What about tattoos?" You proposed, and immediately ekko started doodling.

"Yeah, maybe we could do like... I don't know, birds?" He chuckled, making various different designs.

When you finally picked your designs, you went to a tattoo artist, giving him a few days to create the stencil. In the end, Ekko chose to have his on his shoulder, and powder on her calf, the three of you showing it off once it was all done.

To be honest, it's probable all of your parents were quite sceptic about the tattoos. But once it was done, it was too expensive to get it off. So no one could do anything else than warn you it might not be a good idea.

It was. You kept it forever.

If they feel more like matching things casually, then there's three options

For clothes they'd probably go off a colour, for dates, for example, today everyone goes with a red item, like a jacket, a dress, etc.

Or maybe color coding, like, everyone wears a red top and a blue bottom.

Or maybe simply pattern matching. Something like that.

"I think we should do blue" Powder argued.

"But I want to wear my red jacket!" You complained. Ekko just laughed at your antics.

"But red doesn't go with my hair" she argued.

"It does, stop being a bitch." You muttered, shoving your red hoodie at her, slipping on your red jacket.

"You're finished?" Ekko mused, red coat already slipped on. "Were going to be late"

Powder pouted, nodding as you tugged her out, on your way to meeting with all of your friends. Everyone stared at the laughing couple you were, but how could you care when your girlfriend was snickering along with your boyfriend?

You could also match a piece of jewellery you would wear every day, so for example some earrings, a bracelet, a necklace, maybe everyone a different one but theme coded.

So let's say you do earrings, powder would be blue, ekko gold. So, you could be wearing sapphire gold earring, or a gold necklace and a blue gemstone.

More than everyone wearing the same piece of jewelry, they'd do like a theme and each wears their partner's theme. So ekko could be wearing a blue earring and a ring with your theme.

Or it vould be a charm more than a colour.

Everyone noticed it, from night to day, all of you had changed the usual jewelry you wore, ekko's plain silver earings had now each a small charm, different. Powder's necklace had, added to the crystal it used to have, two more charms with it. And you wore the same, well, not excatly, they had one you didn't, and you had one each didn't have.

And finally, the third idea I'd have would be key chains or trinkets. Something that reminds you of your two partners. Maybe custom stickers, or a key chain that says E and P, etc

You could have a phone cord made by powder with blue and golden pearls or maybe gears and clock charms, or a special key chain.

And they'd have the same. Of course, you add whatever feels like you to it. So let's say, you're red and roses, you would each make a phone cord or key chain (depending on preference) with blue pearls, mechanical charms, red pearls, rose charms and golden pearls and clock or clockwork charms.

"Wait- put more blue ones" Powded shoved more pearls towards you, your key chain having a majority of gold and your color. "Please" She pouted.

You willingly agreed, chuckling as she shoved the same pearls towards Ekko. "You too, there's almost none" she complained, like a child. Even if the majority of Ekko's was of both of your colours, barely having gold.

"Powder, we're going to end up with all blue ones" He chuckled, amused at her antics.

"Well that's good, everyone needs to known you're my partners." She scoffed, tugging you closer to her.

You ended up with an almost all blue key chain with mostly charms for Ekko and barely anything for you. Not that you were complaining. Now you had both your partners always in your pocket.

You could also wear matching nails, I feel like Ekko would love to paint his nails. Maybe a colour for each partner or the same colour for everyone. Although that feels less like their chaotic energy.

You held Ekko's hands, painting his nails, one blue, one gold, one of your color, another gold and another blue. Powder was besides you, shaking her hands to make them dry faster.

Soft music played in the background, humming along with it. Your nails had been painted by Powder and hers had been painted by Ekko.

"Do you like it?" You asked softly, examination his hands for any flaws in your paint. "It's cute" you hummed.

"I love it. It's really pretty" He chuckled, taking your hand and kissing it. "Like you" he winked.

"You're gonna mess up your nails" You complained, showing them off to powder. "Look, they're gorgeous"

"Like you" she hummed, grinning. They both stared so much you couldn't help but blush.

Jinx and ekko

If we're talking about Jinx, she would probably go the extra mile and get something more than rings, who knows how far that woman would go

If you're not much the extra type, she would do rings, and so would Ekko. Just like alternate timebomb, they would have something matching in the rings

Maybe three stones again, golden, blue and your colour, or maybe more like your three names together, but jinx would probably put yours in the middle

Ekko would just be the type to follow her ideas, as she's a wild card but in the good way. And she's dedicated

"And I mean, worst that can happen is that we have to make it ourselves" she joked, already picking scrap metal. She was going to make it herself, no matter what you would argue.

And then, a few days later, you would have each a ring around your neck, on a chain. Vi would ask her about it, and the firelight's children would definitely ask Ekko. But they would keep it to themselves, just happy to know they have their partners around their neck.

If we're talking tattoos, Jinx would get the biggest tattoo ever for you and Ekko, wherever you ask her to. Ekko would probably get it somewhere more discreet, he doesn't seem like the type to get visible tattoos, it's more something for you and her

The design would be way more attention calling, you could do birds, a raven, an owl and a bird for you, or symbols, her monkey, ekkos clock or gears and whatever you feel like fits you.

Jinx would totally tattoo your name if you ask her to, but ekko would probably tell her it's not the best idea, especially since she is still a criminal and the three of you are often in danger. Giving directly your partners' names isn't the best idea.

She showed up a few days after choosing the design, showing her back and moving her braids aside. "Look toots, I got the tatto" she giggled, showing off a monkey, a clock and your symbol. "It's about time yall get yours" she pouted.

Ekko shook his head, smiling. At least he had managed to convince her to not get your name. She went towards him, throwing herself on his shoulders. "Whatcha mocking me about hm?" She scolded playfully, glancing at your soft smile.

For casual matching, or date matching, jinx isn't the type to own a lot of different clothes, so she would probably add something symbolic of you to her outfit, like, let's say, a clock for ekko (I'm obsessed with the idea of clocks representing ekko) that she would wear every day

Ekko would do the same if you're up for it.

But if we're talking proper clothes matching, Jinx would just steal something, either from you or from piltover. She would do anything to make you and Ekko happy, your wish is her comand. And Ekko would just follow the vibe, he seems like the more passive type for some reason

If we're talking jewelry, Jinx would love to wear matching jewellery for you. Whether it's the same necklace, or a similar one, she says yes immediately.

Ekko might be a bit more difficult, but he would take an alternative. He would never outright refuse to match with you, how could he?

So for example, you could buy a matching set of earrings, necklace and bracelet, or something like that and they would each take one (jixn the necklace, ekko the earrings probably)

"Hey look what I found" you smiled, showing them three pairs of earring, one with a white crystal, one blue and one of your colour.

Jinx immediately threw herself to you, catching the earrings and gushing about them to Ekko. She took one of her colour, helping ekko put it on and begging you to let her. If you didn't have your ears pierced, you better have them pierced now.

Finally we have key chains. Well, I don't think any of them would be the key chain type so they'd probably do more like... charms that they put on their clothes and belts

Maybe something Jinx and Ekko would make for you, or that you make with them. Small trinkets you'd stick on your stuff

Ekko finally finished sculpting the same monkeys that were on his machine. He added a small key ring on top, putting it besides the other two. He just had to make the three clocks now and they would be done. Jinx would love to add the chains He thought.

"Almost done pretty boy?" You kissed his cheek. It was late, you should both be asleep. Jinx was already snoring on the couch, Isha laying in her arms.

"Almost. Go rest, I'll join you later" he murmured back, hugging you and tugging you on his lap. Maybe you should sleep in his arms, while he works.

And nails, jinx would love to do your nails like hers and also ekkos if he let's her. Just imagine, jinx seeing you wear her colours, I think she would be so happy and proud.

If not maybe Ekko would help you do your nails and you'd do his the same way, and you'd beg Jinx to let you do hers too.

I think that would be cute, that the three of you do each other nails, and make matching little designs and stuff

She was giggling like a school girl, painting your nails the same colour as hers. Your back was against Ekko's chest, his legs on either side of you, his arms around you.

As soon as Jinx finished painting all of your nails you pulled her in, wrapping your legs and arms around her, pressing her back against your chest. And that's how you spent the rest of the evening, all cuddled up.

Something else Jinx would love to match would be stuff in your hair. If you have it long enough to braid, she's sticking stuff into yours and Ekkos hair before you even know about it

Maybe just the same golden stuff she has or maybe actual little trinkets and charms that she made or found

"Your hair is so pretty you know that?" She murmured, braiding your hair, adding the same golden charms she had added into her hair and into Ekko's. "So soft, so shiny, how do you do it?" She pouted a bit.

Ekko watched her with a smile, adding the same charms to her own braids.

A/n: my phone hates me and I think this isn't the right version. But have it anyways because I will not proof read this. I'm sleep deprived and I have to sleep. I hope you like it ;)

Likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated, all rights reserved.

[chaos-has-theories]

9981 years after the loss of Eden - that cowardly act of destruction by the man who called himself God - Awake Remembrance Of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back To Reality Oops There Goes Gravity put on her hazmat suit, tied the Bomb to her chest, and jumped to her death towards the House of the Ninth.

She wasn't afraid. Commander Wake was never afraid if she could be angry instead. As she plummeted through the darkness, oxygen slowly being sucked away towards the little lump of life in her arms, all she could see was the face of Gideon the First looking down at her.

When it was woman inside his body, that face was expressive and smug. When it was the man, he was focused and stoic.

It was him, then. She'd seen his eyes before she'd jumped. Even so they'd flashed surprise, then horror. Now it was all pity and grief, and Commander Wake detested that.

One day, she was going to kill him, she thought.

It was only fair, considering as he had killed her first.

[you-show-me-love]

"What's your favorite part of me? Like physically." Ian asked Mickey one night as they lay in bed, feeling soft as they await sleep.

He doesn't know why he asked, really, feels like he already knows the answer. Its his cock probably, the thing that brings Mickey the most pleasure, the thing reeled him in and kept him on the line.

Mickey turned over to face him, eyes moving across his boyfriend's face before glancing just above it. Ian watches his lips twitch upward.

"Gotta thing for redheads." Mickey admits, wrapping his hand around the back of Ian's head, running his fingers through the copper strands.

"Oh." Is all he manages to get out. He's stunned to be wrong in the best way. With his hand still on the back of Ian's head, Mickey pulls him in for a sleepy kiss before turning over. Ian moved right behind him, holding him tightly from behind. Mickey's arm reaches behind him to cradle the back of Ian's head again.

[mothmantoaflame]

Prompt: The Beemer

Word count: 377

characters/ships: Steddie

Pulling into the trailer park Steve is not at all surprised to see that Eddie is in fact not ready and waiting out front like he had promised yesterday when he’d asked (read begged) him for a lift. Parking the car he presses the horn once and waits for the metalhead to appear.

After a few minutes Eddie spills out the door of his trailer looking like he’d only just woken up. Stumbling towards the Beemer he pulls the front door open.

“You’re sitting in the back.” Steve tells him, meeting his eyes. Eddie freezes a confused frown on his face as he tries to figure out if Steve’s joking or not.

“Why?”

“Robin sits in the front.” Steve tells him mater of factly turning the key in the ignition, the beemer jumping to life.

“But you picked me up first.” Eddie says still standing in the open passenger side door.

“It’s not me you need to fight it’s robin.” Steve tells him and something about that sentence makes Eddie draw his cheek into his mouth and squint at Steve as he thinks.

“But I’m your boyfriend.” He says

“So.” Steve asks, meeting his eyes.

“So I should get to sit in the front, not Robin.” He argues and Steve glances at his watch checking how late they’re going to be picking her up.

“Look it’s not me you have to convince. Just get in the car.” He says placing his hands on the steering wheel.

“Ugh fine.” Eddie huffs out throwing his head back dramatically before slamming the front door.

“Hey don't slam my door.” Steve calls as Eddie pulls open the back door.

“Just cause your van broke down doesn’t mean you need to take it out on mine.” He adds as Eddie throws his back pack into the seat before sliding in and sitting in the backseat behind the passenger seat.

“This is unfair.” He grumbles

“Yeah yeah it must be such an injustice to have to sit in the back seat.” Steve meets Eddie's eyes through the rear view mirror, a smirk on his face, he laughs when Eddie sticks his tongue out at him. Shaking his head Steve slowly turns around and starts the drive to pick up Robin.

[mmywanda]

A fic I’m working on rn, hopefully it’ll be out in a few days. I really hope someone likes it because I’m loving writing it. It’s pet!wanda x dom!reader :)

Edit: it’s up!

[random-fandom-chaos]

hey! I have an Alexander request my friend! Maybe Reader is a fiction author and asks Alex for help on something and he just is astounded by all their works? And then gets really nerdy about their writing and wants to show them some stuff he did?

make sure you rest, get some food and water, and tell someone you at least tolerate them today!

Alright, on it! And of course I actually just ate and drank water, and I will try even though idk how to do it I’ll try tho! You too friend!

Pairings: Alexander Hamilton X Reader (Gender-Neutral)

(I will try not to use Y/N)

Time started: 5:40p.m.

Also, Reader is known for their works but Alex gets a secret little preview to one of their new works

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You were a well know Fiction author, You picked up the hobby of writing a few years ago and have made a few novels, Adult fiction, or Children’s fiction, you did both and were admired by all ages

Especially since your Partner was the Secretary of State, a workaholic man that loved writing loving you? A person that loved writing novels, yeah. It was like a match made in heaven with you both loving writing

Right now, you were sitting at your desk, writing in a journal you kept with the ideas and drafts for your novels, you were writing with a pen in the journal with a dark navy blue cover, you took up a few pages because you couldn’t seem to find ideas with the novel, Your Partner walked in behind you, unbeknownst by you until his hand rested on your shoulder

“Ooooh can I see?”

Alexander’s voice spoke behind you, you nodded, you sighed

“Hey, Writer to Writer…Can you help? I don’t really have an idea for this chapter.”

Your soft voice asks, He nods sitting beside you, looking over your works

“Can I look through the journal first though, please?”

You nodded, he reached over and skimmed through your writings, his eyes showed astonishment

“Whoa…you’re so good at this!”

He said, you smiled softly, And then he starts just rambling about writing, about how he started writing and observed tips from other writers and that’s how he got interested into writing books and other things, it was a good 25 minutes before he asked

“Hey, can I show you some of my works? Please! please! please! Pleas-“

you laugh softly, and nod

“yeah, of course.”

He took out his journal and you started skimming through

“hah, you say I’m good, Look at your works! They’re awesome!”

You smile, He had this huge and adorable grin as you complimented his works, after a while of both of you geeking out

Though he did help you eventually, giving you a few suggestions to pick…

And a month later the book was publishes, of course at the end for acknowledgments you mentioned him. How much you loved him.

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End time: 6:18p.m

No proofread

yes this is short I didn’t have much motivation lol, but I hope you liked it! thank you for requesting!! take care!

[chaosdeprived]

the bleeding heart on your sleeve

Fandom: Abigail (2024)

Pairing: Joey x Sammy (JoeySammy)

Word Count: 3.3k

Content / Warnings: Abigail (2024) spoilers. (Please don't read if you haven't watched the movie yet!) Canon divergence. Post-canon. Blood and injury. Vampire feeding.

Summary: Joey didn’t sign up to deal with a fledgling vampire with soft blue eyes and a warm smile. (And her newfound appetite.)

[chaosandwolves]

So uhm I saw this post by @poughkeepsies and started writing about it to @shortsighted-owl and suddenly this whole thing was written and I thought I'd share it with you

Thank you to @spookylexicon for helping me to make sure to use the right Spanish endearments here

6x14 coda, 1,2 k words, coming out, read on AO3

The colors of my heart

"Eddito you're not even trying, are you?"

"I'm sorry Pepa. I didn't want to disappoint you. It's just..."

"Did you not like her?"

"No, no she was great. Just like the others... I just,"

"Come on. Spit it out, what's going on."

Eddie, absolutely exhausted, swipes a hand over his face and falls into the chair next to Pepa.

His face is slightly crunched up as if he's not sure where to take the words from for what he's about to say. "I, uhm...."

He looks at his hands and forces himself to let go of the tension so that his fists fall open.

He wiggles his fingers a few times and says, "I'm... There is... I mean…"

It's really so ridiculous. It's not like he's seven and telling his father that he wants to marry his best friend and being chided for even thinking such things.

It's not like he's 15 and trying his hardest to fall for a girl, any girl, while his eyes keep wandering back to wherever Miles is.

It's not like he's 23 and in the army where some of the men get comfortable with each other, "to release some stress" and Eddie is terrified of what stirs in his chest.

He's here at his Tia's who has always loved and supported him and he knows she won't judge. Yet the words won't even form in his mind, let alone shape on his tongue.

He almost flinches when suddenly Pepa's hand is covering his. "Eddie, you know you can tell me everything, right?"

Eddie blinks a few times and realizes that his vision is blurry. He clears his throat and sits up, still not looking at his aunt. "Yeah. Yeah of course."

For a moment the silence seeps into every cell of him and it makes him twitchy and uncomfortable. It's not how he imagined this. Hell, he hadn't imagined it at all to be honest. So far he only had made careful remarks in therapy and Frank had been gracious enough to signal that he's open to talk about it but didn't push Eddie.

He hasn't talked with anyone about it. Most of the time his own thoughts are only vaguely shimmering in his mind and the only person he actually wants to talk to about it.... Well... That's just complicated, ok?

"Are you... I mean, is there someone else?" Pepa suddenly asks him, her hand still on Eddie's and talking in this soft voice as if she's talking to Chris who's upset about something.

Eddie doesn't know where he takes the courage from but he nods, "Yeah."

And even just admitting this bit out loud has such an impact on Eddie's body that he shudders. A nervous yet warm feeling spreads from his chest and dances over his skin in soft tingles.

Pepa leans back, still not letting go of Eddie's hand and he can hear the smile in her voice, "Ah. I see."

"Yeah," Eddie repeats again, not knowing how to expand on it.

He can feel Pepa's gaze on him. And he wants to be confident about it, he wants to hold his head up high and puff out his chest and say the words cause he's not ashamed. He isn't. There had been a time where he was. After he had been taught that it's something to feel ashamed about.

And repressing it had worked for a long time. But when he told his father months ago that he wants to get better for himself, Eddie already knew that unpacking this particular shame would be a big part of it. He may not be able to be proud of it just yet but he's not ashamed and he's made his peace with it a while ago even though he hasn't said any of it out loud yet.

In a moment of courage he glances over at Pepa whose eyes are still on him, her expression soft and carefully attentive.

He opens his mouth and almost blurts it out but a car honks nearby and Eddie loses his momentum.

He averts his eyes and looks out over the front porch.

Pepa squeezes his hand lightly and asks, "Do they deserve your love?" And Eddie swallows, very aware of how open, how gender neutral, this question is.

But he nods immediately, not even having to think about the answer for a second.

"Good," Pepa says.

A few seconds pass and Eddie knows it's his turn now.

Pepa has reached out to him as far as she dared, nudged him without pushing him and has handed the reins over to him.

The nervousness prickles under his skin and suddenly he can't bear to not move anymore. He shoots up to his feet but is so surprised by his own action that he doesn't know what to do next.

In an attempt to ground himself and find his footing again, he drives his hands through his hair and lets out a long breath. For a second he contemplates running but instead of moving forward his body turns and he looks right into Pepa's eyes.

"I'm," the word is already formed in his mouth and he can taste it on his tongue but somehow it refuses to be released into the open.

Pepa holds his gaze and slowly stands up. She takes a step towards Eddie, reaches out and curls her slim fingers around his biceps. "Eddito. You don't have to,"

And suddenly, without his doing, the word explodes out of him, "Gay. I'm.. I'm gay and Buck.. It's.. I.. Buck."

Eddie freezes as he hears the words leaving his mouth and his eyes go wide in shock. The following seconds stretch and stretch and Eddie feels like if he moves now the air around him will shatter. He's already bracing himself for the loud 'boom' of an explosion, for the irritating crunch of glass under his boots. But instead of being thrown back against the wall by the shockwave, he's gently pulled forward. "Oh Eddito, come here," he hears Pepa saying while her arms wrap around him. It takes him a solid five seconds to shake off the shock and then he can't hold himself back and he squeezes Pepa against his chest.

He has no idea how long they stand there holding each other. But when Pepa pulls back his heart feels just that little less sore around the edges.

Pepa doesn't let go of him, instead grabs him by his arm again and cups his cheek with the other hand. "I am so proud of you cariño." And Eddie doesn't even try to blink back the tears that are rapidly welling up in his eyes. For a few more heartbeats they just look and smile at each other before Pepa hugs him again, shorter this time.

When she takes a step back a somewhat mischievous grin brightens her face. "So, Buck?"

Eddie laughs. Pepa nods, "I can see that. He's a good one."

"Yeah, he is," Eddie agrees.

Pepa pets his cheek and lets out a breath. "Ok. Let's go inside. It's time to make dinner and I can teach you a secret family recipe you can make for your Buck that'll make him fall in love with you." She winks at him and Eddie groans, "Tia. No." But he follows behind her with his head held high, his chest puffed out and a faint sense of pride pulsing in his chest.

[chaoticklesblog]

Not Quite Immune

Published: 2024-09-16 to Chaotickles on AO3

Words: 1,385

The Umbrella Academy

Lee!Five

Ler!Diego

Ler!Luther

With a smidgen of Lee!Diego and Ler!Lila

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Summary:

Five should know better that his lack of powers would no doubt lead to mischief of epic proportions between his older (or younger?) siblings. He quickly discovers he isn't exactly immune to an older affliction, and his Luther and Diego have no qualms about ensuring he gets what is coming to him. Spending his youth avoiding tickle fights was bound to catch up with him, especially in a timeline where he can't just teleport away. Set in the end of Season 3, where the Hargreeves realize they are without powers and adjusting to relative normalcy.

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The Hargreeves siblings cleared time once a month for a dinner, just to catch up and appreciate the normalcy of it all in the new timeline. Appreciating their new found freedom and lack of responsibility to repair a broken timeline. The siblings would meet in a dive restaurant, still appreciating a quieter atmosphere, or would agree to meet at one of their houses for a homemade dinner.

This particular evening, dinner was hosted at Diego and Lila's home. Lila had already warned them that they would be ordering Pad Thai because she despised cooking.

All the siblings ate surrounded by the coffee table, laughed and joked with one another each claiming an area on the overstuffed furniture or floor. When it inevitably got to a break in the conversation where Luther, hesitant to have the evening end too soon, he would begin to reminisce about their past- the good memories.

"I'm just saying! Dad was pissed when he found out that Klaus had broken the ant farm and they all escaped," Luther chuckled.

"That's because they found their way into dad's candy stash!" Ben laughed. "Can you all believe the man had a sweet tooth?"

"Hey, the ant farm never would have fallen off the dresser if the prick wasn't so adamant about us running midnight drills!" Klaus argued, but he couldn't help but grin at his siblings.

The rest of them laughed fondly at the memory, despite Reginald banning the rest of them from keeping pets ever again after the great Ant Farm Escape of 1999.

"What about the time Diego and Luther got into a wrestling match and knocked over the bookshelf with dad's first editions?" Allison smiled at her brothers, grateful they no longer fought as much as they used to.

"I remember that distinctly! And it was not a wrestling match. I was cornered and chased! Diego was defensive immediately. "And Luther is a cheater!"

Luther laughed.

"I remember that too! And tickling is absolutely not cheating!"

Diego crossed his arms.

"Yeah, but you were definitely stronger than the rest of us thanks to your power. Your tickling was brutal!" Diego shuddered at the memory. Luther definitely cheated. At least in Diego's mind.

"You're ticklish, babe?" Lila grinned next to Diego and she noticed him tense and lock his arms to his sides as her hands darted to scrabble at his ribs and sides.

Diego barked out a short laugh quickly grabbing his girlfriend's evil hands.

"NohoHOhoHO LilahahaHA!" Diego giggled.

Luther looked smug.

"He's ridiculously ticklish! I'm surprised you didn't know!" Luther watched as Lila tried grabbing at Diego's hips but he narrowly escaped.

"Whatever! Cheater." Diego glowered at Luther. "And your power definitely used to offer an unfair advantage in tickle fights."

The rest of them spent time talking about how their powers had a sort of advantage in combat (tickle fights).

Luther was obviously the strongest and had more stamina to outlast the others in a tickle fight. Diego didn't have much of an advantage, but the threat of his knife throwing skills could quickly dissuade a tickle attack. Allison could rumor her siblings to turn on another victim or rumor someone to be more ticklish than they actually were. Klaus never really put up much of a fight against his siblings. He never minded being tickled to pieces. Five would blip to a safe part of the house to remain in hiding while his siblings would tickle each other half to death. Ben would occasionally use his tentacles to tickle his siblings. Viktor was generally excluded but had a few memories of being dragged into the fray.

They laughed and chattered at the memories of their tickle fights. All of them except... Five.

Five had grown... uncomfortable to say the least. Having usually vanished the moment dog piles typically turned into tickle brawls, he had almost no experience being the victim of tickle fights with his siblings.

And unfortunately, Diego and Luther noticed his uncomfortable demeanor.

Diego and Luther had returned to the original argument of using Luther's strength to cheat in a tickle fight.

"How is that worse than Five teleporting away to avoid ever getting tickled at all?" Luther argued chuckling and shooting a glance at Five.

Uh oh.

Five definitely didn't like where this was going.

"Well, nobody can cheat at tickle fights because none of us have powers anymore," Viktor tried to take the locked stares of Diego and Luther off an already uncomfortable Five.

But his observation didn't help Five's case.

"Riiiight," Diego smirked. "Because now Five can't just cheat and blip away from a tickle fight anymore."

All the siblings turned to look at Five who had jumped up from the recliner he had perched in.

"I assure you that this childish nonsense won't work on me, besides, I should get going." Five made a few paces toward the door but Luther and Diego stood in his way. Even without powers, the two were much bigger and stronger than Five. And Five quickly realized he wasn't getting out of this unscathed.

Even without powers, the threat of being overpowered by two "older brothers" intending to tickle the everloving snot out of you was a relatively terrifying ordeal.

Five tried to school his features as his brothers lunged for him but the lanky kid just wasn't as coordinated as he was when he could just vanish away from trouble. It was a moment like this where he wished they still had their powers. He soon found himself pinned, Luther, still all muscles, pinning his arms above his head and Diego positioning himself on Five's legs. Five started struggling.

"Guys, please. Don't." Five begged, something that felt like panic, but sillier, rising in his chest.

"This is only fair, Five. Think of all the fun you missed out on because you were too afraid of a little tickling." Diego teased.

"You're not quite immune to being ticklish, are you Five?" Luther smirked down at his squirming little brother who was actually much older than the rest of them. Five's mind may have aged but his body surely didn't. And his physiological reactions to being tickled never changed either.

Diego and Luther began exploring his various tickle spots and Five was trying not to die of embarrassment. It didn't help that Lila, Ben, Allison, Viktor and Klaus offered an unwelcome audience to this very one sided tickle massacre.

"Go for his knees!" Klaus crowed.

"FUhuHUck yohouhohoHoHO KLAUSAHAHAH!" Was all Five could say in response as Diego methodically began squeezing his much smaller brother's most ticklish spot.

Combined with Luther's incessant digging into his underarms, Five was in tickle hell.

So this is what it was like? This is why Five could distinctly remember his siblings being tickled to tears and hearing their loud booming laughter from across the mansion all those years ago? The hysterical begging and screaming of his siblings despite the laughter was remembered as a warning as Five hid to avoid the inevitable until Reginald had put a stop to their nonsense.

This is what he was missing out on?

Five felt like he was going crazy. The funny feeling of the tickling along with Luther and Diego laughing at his happy and snort filled laughter and his other siblings who watched him writhe around, amused at the sight brought forth feelings Five didn't realize he had up until this timeline.

Feelings that maybe, just maybe, Five could be vulnerable and have somewhat a normal existence with his adopted siblings. Despite feeling embarrassed by this whole ordeal, he actually no longer had a reason to believe that being tickled was as scary as it seemed. Because it was much, much worse.

Diego and Luther were a ruthless pair. Exploiting all Five's sweet spots until he was gasping and choking for air not unlike his siblings had done in past tickle fights.

Finally, when they stopped, Five had come to the realization he didn't quite hate being tickled although he would never admit that to his siblings or to anyone.

And his brothers seemed grateful for the opportunity to horse around with him even if it meant they nearly tortured him to death. Without his power, Five couldn't easily escape such situations, and maybe he was starting to realize he didn't want to.

[chaosdancer12]

Glitched Out AU - Gales of Song

Sakura took a deep breath as she glanced around the attic of the farmhouse. Everything was quiet. Three turtles were taking up their usual guest beds here, and they were sound asleep. The farmhouse was their escape from the busy streets of New York. They came out here every summer now, just to get away from the city.

From the memories…

But despite that, there would always be a bed here that would stay messy. Even when they would leave, they would always leave that bed messy. It was like it was waiting for it’s owner to return, to crawl into it, and hide under it’s covers, to play a game when they should have been sleeping.

The farmhouse was still the way that it was from the last time that the owner of the empty bed was here, even when it had been changed due to the passage of time… Wires and pipes had been replaced and upgraded, Wi-Fi had been added, walls had been repainted, the roof had been retiled, and a small playground had been added, but what the owner of the empty bed had left behind, hadn’t been touched.

Sakura started out of a window, watching as snow fell. It was winter, and they had come up here to take a break from the busy streets of a New York that was getting ready for Christmas.

Making sure that the three turtles were fast asleep, she slipped out of her bed, tucking her pillows under the covers, to make it look like she was still there, before she changed into her day clothes. She also released her hair from the braid that she kept it in, patting the loose fluffy black and pink strands down, so that it didn’t go all over the place.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the red fabric that she had placed on a nearby chair, and she unraveled it. There were obvious snitches on it, indicating that it used to be something else.

Swallowing around the lump in her throat, she slowly pulled the garment on, smoothing down the wrinkles, and letting it settle on her. It was red, and it’s final form was a dress that looked like a poncho, one that swamped her. She then reached out, and she grabbed the orange fabric that had been placed on her bed side table, and she just spent a few minutes holding it, gently rubbing her thumbs over the stitching around a pair of holes in the fabric… eyeholes…

From when it had been used by someone else.

"Mikey…"

She held the piece of orange fabric close to the area over her heart, as memories of her brother, her 'twin', flashed through her head.

She missed him so much.

Taking another deep breath, she started to tie the ends of the mask around her neck, making sure that it was resting properly around her neck. She then carefully opened a window, and she climbed out of it, shutting it after herself. 

The falling snow quickly started to find a home in her hair, becoming speckles of white in her dark hair, as she climbed up the roof, and she sat down, with her back against a chimney. She then looked up at the grey sky, holding a hand out to catch some of the falling snow.

She gently blew, and the melting snow flew out of her hand, to start dancing in the wind. She watched as it drifted away from her, heading towards the horizon. She could see that the sky was starting to turn orange, the sun was rising.

Sakura stood up, and she brushed the snow that had found a home on her, off, as she slowly started to walk forwards.

"La la la… La la la… La lala…" She stopped singing, swallowing around the lump in her throat, before she tried again.

"Gales of song, guide me through the storm…" Her hands were shaking, but she couldn’t stop now. She had to do this.

"On the wings of a small, simple melody. Words take flight and soar, they carry me… A world we’ll see…"

She grabbed at the mask that was hung around her neck.

"Looking for a farewell, I pull the threads. A life without you… I cannot accept, I can’t tell that lie. I can’t let go!"

She heard, and felt, her voice growing stronger, and louder, as she started to spin around, feeling her feet fall into a series of movements that she had been doing all of her life. "But now that you’re gone, I have to move on! Seems like everyone, just smiles, staring at the sun! But what about me? Tell me how I will know, where I should go?!"

Pressure was building up in the corners of her eyes, and she pushed it away. It wasn’t the right time for that, she would deal with it, later.

"Oh gales, you sing and guide me!"

She didn’t see the eyes that were watching her.

"I walk alone. There’s more to life I have to know! It’s just me, lost, so far away from home! Alone, I shut myself in. Still, the winds howl, they call, and their voices lead me, gales of song, guide me through the storm! Let the melody lift me high, I’ll be me!"

Sakura felt her voice crack during that last note, before she fell to her knees, feeling just how cold the snow was, as it started to leak through her jeans, as hot tears started to roll down her face, and she watched, through the curtain of hair that covered her eyes, as they fell onto Mikey’s mask.

"Gales of song, please stay by my side…" She softly sang, trying her best not to break down, and actually cry. "Winds of love, breathe into my life…"

She almost jumped, when she felt a hand place itself on her left shoulder, and she looked up, to see a familiar red mask.

Rapheal didn’t say anything, and he silently picked her up, covering both of them with a blanket.

"I miss him Raphie…" She eventually said, after he had climbed back into the attic, taking her with him. "It’s just not fair. We’re living the life that he should be living. He should be here too."

"I know, but we can’t change what happened." Rapheal sighed, nobody really liked talking about the hole that Mikey had left behind. "Ya just have to remember, tomorrow will come, ya can’t stop it."

She didn’t respond to that, even when Rapheal sat down on the bed. "Tomorrow’s another chance fer a miracle."

"I thought that you didn’t believe in those?"

"With how many times that knucklehead has pulled one outta nowhere? I have ta start believing in them." Rapheal chuckled. "I bet that, soon, we’ll be waking up to the sound of him bragging about being the ‘Battle Nexus Champion’ again."

Sakura smiled, remembering the trophy back home. "Yeah, and then, it’s going to be him bragging about the family being Champions…  Do you remember the faces when I pulled off a win?'

Rapheal laughed. He knew that piece of news would thrill Mikey, after all, he had been the most disappointed that Sakura had been too young to take part in the tournament that he had won. He would be so proud to see Sakura;s statue in the hall where the winners of the Battle Nexus had statues created in their honour.

"Do you think that we will see him again?" She asked him.

"We have ta." He gave her a one armed hug. "Anything’s possible."

Sakura yawned, and she rested her head on Rapheal’s left shoulder, slowly falling asleep, holding onto the orange mask that was around her neck. Rapheal sighed, and he glared at the two pairs of eyes that had just opened. "It’s about time ya two woke up."

Donatello sighed, while Leonardo looked at Rapheal. "Raph…"

"Can it Fearless, and just believe in Mikey, fer once."

"I do, but you saw, and experienced it yourself Rapheal, there’s no way…"

"Statistically, it should be impossible." Donatello butted in. "But, we have beaten the odds before, many times, what’s stopping this from being another one of those times?"

Leonardo didn’t say anything.

"Ya know what I think Don? I think that he’s scared of bein'..."

"Wrong?" Leonardo asked. "Do you think that I am scared of being wrong Rapheal? Let me propose a scenario to you Rapheal… Let’s say that Mikey survived, how do you explain why we haven’t heard from him?"

Rapheal didn’t say anything.

"Leo…" Donatello murmured. 

“Well… I’m waiting for an answer Rapheal." One of Leonardo’s eyebrows was raised, and he had a frown on his face, with his arms crossed over this carapace. "Or do you not have one… what is it?"

"I don’t have one."

"Exactly, so what’s the point of thinking that he’s alive, when we have no proof? I refuse to believe in false hopes."

"Leo… I have something to say." Donatello spoke up. "I… I think that it’s time that I shared it. I have been studying what I could of the machine that took Mikey from us. It didn’t just find other versions of us, it allowed the Shredder to travel to the other versions of us… What if… What if Mikey accidentally traveled to another universe that had us in it?"

His older brothers stared at him.

"Don… What do you mean by that?" Leonardo asked him.

"When Karai saved us, it messed with the machine, and it pulled us back together, but messing with something like that, resulted in us not coming back in one piece, remember?"

Leonardo placed his hand where the missing section of his shell was. "It was reopened…"

"Exactly… It reset it… It glitched…"

Rapheal’s eyes widened. "If it glitched fer Leo…"

"It glitched for Mikey." Donatello smiled. "And if it did, it explains what happened to him, we just need to follow the trail of glitches…"

"If we can follow the glitches, we can find the idiot." Rapheal smiled. "How’s that fer 'false hopes' Fearless?"

"And how are we going to do that?" The blue masked leader asked.

Donatello smiled. "We just need to find something that we can use to track Mikey, and thankfully, we already have something that fits the bill for that."

"His mask…" Rapheal smiled. "We have his mask."

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(Surprise @easterartist , I hope that you enjoy your surprise gift. It was a lot of fun to write it, and I might return to it in the future.

Also, this was my first time actually writing 2003 Leonardo, Donatello and Rapheal, so I hope that I got them right.

Sakura belongs to me. I do not own the Teenage Mutant Turtles. They belong to their creators. @easterartist owns the Glitched out AU. I also do not own the song, it is 'Gales of Song' from Belle, which I do not own as well. Belle belongs to it's creators.)

[chaos-oc-blog]

Who is Persephone Wayne?

Word count : 2 227 words

Summary: chaos rambling about their ocs. Or Persephone's backstory.

Warnings: violence, blood, near death experience, talks of killing, talks of losing perception of self, talks of possible death,

A/n: I'm sorry, when did this become a 2k word document? Anyways, this is the first of many.

Tayari Torres was born in mexico city to Maria Feleza and Ricardo Torres on the twelfth of October 2008. She grew up in mafia with her parents. Her wings grew when she was 7 and immediately her mother clipped her wings for her safety.

She ran away from Mexico at the age of fourteen, having been introduced to the mafia two years ago and deciding she did not want to be part of that. She jumped into the first truck she found and it took her to Gotham city, where her family was making an arms deal with a local gang. That was when she first saw the batman, as he was the one that stopped the shipment when she got to Gotham. She immediately decided that she would find him and ask him for help.

She spent a bit less than year in the streets, living off scraps and trash and bits of food that restaurants decided weren't worth serving but good enough for starving kids. She used her free time to find out who the batman was with the information she gathered. Tayari being a highly trained strategist she got very close to it.

But it was while she was gathering more information in crime alley that she got mugged by a gang that had heard of the disappearance of the Mexican Mafia Princess. While fighting she was thrown against a wall and hit her head. Red hood intervened minutes later, saving her right in time.

He decided to take her to a safe house close there to help her with her wounds but when he realized how close she was to fainting he took her to the batcave. She fainted minutes before getting there.

She woke up in an examination table in the batcave, batman and red hood gathered around her. She was still in a hazy state and thought the gang was still after her, proceeding to beg the heroes to save her. After she calmed down, she explained to them what had happened, and why so many people were after her.

Bruce being the ever adopting father, said that he would send her to a friend of Batman to be kept safe by all of them. That's how she ended up in the wayne manor, very easily figuring out everyone's identity. She talked with Bruce about having ended up in the streets and grown up in mafia and he took her in.

They agreed on calling her his daughter from a random fling in mexico that had been sent to Bruce for her to grow in a better higher society. By that time, she had turned fifteen. So they created her a new identity, and when Bruce asked her for a name, she answered with Persephone.

To her it held a deep meaning, persephone was a queen taken away from her mother and hidden from her father to be in a happier place. A place her mother didn't approve, but a place where she did great things. For some reason Percy wanted to see herself in that story.

Jason immediately gave her a nickname, Percy. It started with Perse, but she didn't like it. And having told them that she was gender fluid, Jason thought of a nickname that could double as a masculine name. And so, she eneded up being Percy. She also took Bruce's last name for safety.

Persephone hid her identity completely, erasing Tayari from her mind and embracing her new persona. But it caused her to lose a bit of her identity. More often than not, she ends up having identity crises where she's not sure if she's living in a role or being herself and ends up wondering who she even is. So to control that, she decided to dive back into the world of danger her father made her grow up in.

That's how angel was born. She came from the desire to help and to get the thrill she had lost. She had the power to manipulate the odds and decided to use it to favor kids like her. She helped them get better chances at about everything they did when she was around, and so, she also helped them get protected when no one else was around.

Percy's moral compass was never very straight, so when she found herself with the option of either killing or letting the kid she was protecting die, she immediately picked giving desth. As soon as Bruce found out Angel had killed batman went to confront her. But he didn't expect to find his newly adopted daughter behind the winged vigilante. He had never known about Percy's mutation.

They had to sit down and talk it out, and Percy managed to help him see her side. She wasn't judge jury and executioner. She was the executioner of those that society deemed unsalvagable but that they couldn't get rid of. Rapists, child molesters, violent and dangerous people. Bruce allowed her, only if she promised to never outstep that rule. And to train with him to control herself.

Mafia had taught her violence and manipulation. Bruce taught her calm and strategy. It was different and it was what Percy needed to balance herself out. She felt like she was regaining a sense of who she was outside of society's standards. It was around that time that she stopped dying her hair to show the white streaks that matched her feathers. She explained it by having simply dyed her hair white in certain parts

Bruce found a new part to his daughter. One raised for an elitist society and to take advantage of it. He found a manipulative siren at only the age of sixteen. And as much as it helped her get on without problems, it made Bruce worried. How far would Percy be willing to go? He had no idea. He hadn't yet seen the darker side of Tayari and now he was finding himself head to head with it. So he made sure to keep her close.

He realized that that siren persona was making Percy loose herself more, but it made her anxious self be calmer in social settings. Percy had always shown her displeasure for society, and she had always been problematic, but it was different in galas and stuff, she was afraid. Now? Now the child he knew was growing to be a masking woman way too early. He found her losing feeling, empathy, pain. His own daughter became the sort of emotionless monster he tried to keep himself from becoming.

It was around that time that he realized she was neurodivergent and got her to test for a few things. Percy scored high in ADHD and Anxiety, but quite low into everything else. Except that she scored high enough to be placed on the lower part of the Autistic spectrum. He had to accommodate a lot of things for Percy once she finally admitted how certain things bothered her. That's where her lack of emotions came, she was masking. But he found her having something doctors didn't know how to categorize that made her seek a thrill. A dangerous thrill.

The trauma from her old house, in mexico, made her dangerous in a sense where she seeked the power of having people's lives in her hands and at the same time shoved her emotions down to not face her own monstrosity. Which did not help her with identity crisis.

Bruce gladly helped his daughter feel better and be less anxious, but the way she was so good at acting worried him. He never managed to see on time when she was hurt. Either physically or mentally. He noticed she opened up more easily to Jason and he let her be. He wanted to help her but she had chosen her brother to be her safe person. So Bruce made sure to let Jason know that if Percy was in danger, either from herself or others, he would let Bruce know. To which Jason agreed without arguing.

Dick also grew on Percy in a way none of her other siblings did. While Jason is her safe space when she's mad and hurting, Dick is her safe space when she just wants to be a kid. Dick has that older sister syndrome and so he takes care of all his siblings, and when he sees one of these stoic children crying, you will be in problem. Percy is, like Cass, his little sister, and so he's extra protective of her. And she loves it, she will curl into his arms and just stay silent, in the safety of her second father. Almost. He won't ask. And he teaches her more gymnastics.

We then have Tim. Tim and Percy... they don't really know each other. Like, yeah, okay, they exist to each other but that's about it. They're another team mate, another family member perhaps. But that's about it. They're civil to each other, sometimes kind, they don't act like stranger but not like siblings. They're somewhat in that friend spectrum. Also in that rivals one, cause they're both great detectives and sometimes one or the other needs to prove themselves. And so they will interfere in the other's current case. Although Percy less than tim, as she doesn't really deal with big name villains on purpose.

Cass and Duke are another story yet again.

Cass and Percy bond because they were both made to be weapons and are both girls. They train together, they talk, they're almost to the point of siblings, but it's also hard for them to properly get there. Percy is very closed off when it comes to herself and Cass is very often drawn away by percys body language. She reads that the other doesnt want to talk and so shuts herself too. And so, this socially awkward babies never talk to each other.

Duke and Percy are chill. They're friends, they're siblings, they're normal. Duke is the kinda big brother that's chill and just 'oh you're there, nice' kinda vibes. Like Tim but in more actually close. Opposite of Jason who's the 'my life is to make yours difficult' kinda big brother but also the 'the moment you will need me I'm here' kinda big brother.

So yeah, Duke and Percy are siblings that actually get along and you'd say they're friends without more.

Finally, Damian. Percy is older than Damian, and because of that she has this older sister vibe with it. She tries even if both of them are awkward but she's not one to judge him or be mad. She understands quickly his love and hate languages and does everything to get on his good side because she wants to be the cool sister and not be on the bad side of the child assassin who is publicly supposed to be her half brother. So they're nice around each other, like actual sibling. And she's Damians safe space because he needs one baby.

For the other people in the bat team, Kate is the cool aunt, Harper is kinda there, Selina is not someone Percy actually likes, babs is also the cool aunt/sister and steph is just a teammate. Alfred of course is the nice grandpa.

To elaborate on that, Alfred is as much the butler as he's the grandpa. It's a bit complicated for Percy as she grew up in a house wealthy enough to have that kind of workers. But at the same time, she had even taught to always be wary of them. So when Alfred appeared, a cup of tea in his tray for her, she didn't immediately click with him.

It was later when she learned that he was also a family member (when I mean learned I mean her brain accepted it), she was much less skittish around him. She was kinder and she actually appreciated his affection and help. And she made sure to apologize for being the way she was with him at first.

Percy and Kate know each other and Percy has adopted Kate as her aunt. I mean, legally she is, but emotionally she also is. The cutie bisexual that Percy is always goes for wlw relationship advice to her favorite aunt. I'd say that Kate and Percy have that kind of cool aunt nice niece relationship where they're both around the same mental age. They're nice to each other and really sort of friend dynamic. But also if Kate catches Percy out when she's grounded the woman is dragging the girl back in.

Selina and Percy can't stand each other. It's not at all for the cat and bird dynamic that angel and cat woman have. It's more that that woman gives Percy the ick. She does not like her, but she can't tell why. Selina stands the girl, but then again Percy is agressive towards her. So Selina doesn't appreciate that attitude at all. Adding to that even more, Percy does not appreciate Selina's shenanigans and all, so she really doesn't like Selina.

Barbara and Percy met when Dick and babs were together and so, as the jealous girl she is, she immediately tried to adopt Barbara as her sister. Barbara agreed and appreciated it, and Percy just stuck by like a lost kitten. They have fun banter, nicknames, and protectiveness going on, as well as the whole package of fuck you and your orders and if you don't listen I'm telling your mom. Which is Kate. So, Barbara and Percy love each other like sisters and Percy goes to Barbara for girl advice, often.

Steph and Percy don't talk a lot. They've trained together, they've done missions together but for the rest... there's not much going on. Percy is a lot of a lonely bird and steph doesn't fully agree with percy's doings. So they talk, but it doesn't go further than a profesional relationship. They'll be civil, unless percy starts being a bitch and steph will call her out.

Percy knows about Harper, has seen Harper, but has never talked to Harper. So Harper exists, but Percy doesn't have an opinion on her. She doesn't really feel the need to get to know her or even talk to her, so that's that. They don't talk.

[imachaoticghost]

For everyone that's been waiting for me to write requests and stuff.

I know I've been posting about doing some drawing and stuff in my other blogs and this one, and I want to apologize for not getting to writing the requests:(

In the time where I said I would take requests everything was nice and easy. But lately I've been having a lot of pressure on me and it's been hard to find motivation and time to sit down and write.

I promise I'll get to the requests as soon as I can and I ask for a bit more patience. Even if you've already given me a lot. I just wanted to say I haven't forgotten but I'd rather not rush something I'll write badly.

Thank you for your patience :D

[chaos-has-theories]

Hunith leaned on her rake and watched as the car swerved into the driveway. It had barely come to a halt when the passenger door opened and Gwen climbed out. She looked tense. She was also drenched from head to toe. The hem of her jeans sagged, the rest of it looked damp and clammy. Her shirt must have dried during the drive home, but it had bits of seaweed stuck to it. Her hair was eighty percent frizz. When she saw Hunith at the fence, Gwen smiled unconvincingly, and sped towards her house just slow enough that it couldn’t be called a run. The driver’s door slammed loudly and Arthur came stomping around the car. He looked no better than Gwen: If anything, he was wetter than she had been. He didn’t even grab anything from the trunk, much less wait until he could lock the car. He just marched into the house and slammed that door behind him, too. Just as Hunith thought that scene couldn’t get any stranger, the back door opened and her son climbed out. The greeting died on her lips before it could escape. Merlin looked like a storm warning. Hunched shoulders, pursed lips, flashing eyes - oh, and he was wearing a dress. Not even a good dress. It was an oversized grey monstrosity and looked like it came from the garbage bin of a secondhand store. It was definitely not one of Hunith’s. Merlin had bunched it up at the hips in at attempt not to stumble over the long skirts, and he stomped past her and into the house with no sign that he had seen his mother at all. She could hear him all the way up the stairs, and then the slam of his bedroom door. Alright then. All the noise must have roused Gaius from his afternoon nap. He stuck his head out the door, looking exactly as bewildered as Hunith felt. „Was that Merlin?“, he asked. Hunith nodded. “And... a wig?” Another nod. „Hm.“ With a final puzzled look up the stairs, Gaius retreated to his study. Hunith turned back just in time to see Mordred clambering out like the smallest clown in the clown car. He was dry and dressed normally, but he was wearing an expression of utter defeat. With his towel held in front of him like a terrycloth shield he walked towards Hunith as if he’d much rather write a difficult math test. He dithered at the gate for a moment, and then met Hunith’s gaze only to sigh the world-weariest sigh she had ever heard. (Which was saying something. Hunith had lived with Gaius for most of her life, and would have previously named him world champion of sighing. Somehow this was still the most normal thing that had happened in the past ten minutes.) „My dads will pick me up in a few minutes“, Mordred told her morosely. „Can I wait here?“ „Of course“ Hunith hurried to say. „Do you want something to drink? Bal made cookies, if you want any. They’re in the kitchen.“ Mordred gave the door Merlin had stormed through a long, dubious look. „I think I’d rather wait out here.“ „Alright.“ Hunith watched as he settled himself on the doorstep, towel in his lap. With a deliberately casual air she picked up the shovel and continued weeding. „I probably don’t even want to know“ she said conversationally, „but what exactly happened at the lake?“ The child behind her made a noise like an upset mouse. „I don’t know“, he whined. „Merlin doesn’t tell me anything.“ Hunith looked over her shoulder to see Mordred scuff at the earth with his shoes, a frustrated expression on his face. „But I had to help Merlin put on a costume and Gwen and Arthur fell into the water and they both cried and everyone shouted and I think they broke up.“ „I see“, Hunith said faintly. That would fit with what she’d seen, but - she’d thought Gwen had broken up with Arthur a week ago? And anyway, none of this explained the costume, or really anything, but she’d decided to ignore that for now. „I’m sorry that happened. It sounds uncomfortable.“ „I’m sorry it happened too.“

[you-show-me-love]

[mothmantoaflame]

Prompt: Bath

Word count: 1057

Characters/pairing: Steve and Eddie

After everything that happened the group decides to crash at Steve’s house and Steve agreed to it knowing that knowing exactly where everyone he gives a shit about is will put his brain at ease.

Stumbling tiredly through the door basically dragging a barely conscious but thankfully alive and mostly in one piece Eddie with him his arm slung over his shoulder.

“Someone close the door.” He calls over his shoulder not bothering to check if someone does. standing at the bottom of the stairs they look like a mountain to Steve tired mind, he’s not looking forward to getting Eddies tired, injured body up them but they need to clean up and with everyone here all the other bathrooms are in use except the one attached to Steve’s room, leaving him no other choices.

They make slow progress taking it one step at a time this would definitely be easier if he wasn’t carrying Eddie's dead weight.

“You could at least pretend to help.” He grumbles as the metal head seems to become progressively heavier with every step. The soft snort that comes from the other boy tells Steve he’s actively choosing not to help like an asshole.

When they finally make it to Steve’s bedroom he unceremoniously dumped Eddie onto the bed watching him bounce a few times and then make no attempt to move from how he landed. Letting out a tired sigh it dawns on Steve that Eddie can barely stand at the moment so there’s no way he’s going to be able to stand long enough to shower which leaves only one other option.

“I’m going to shower first.” Steve tells him “then I’ll run you a bath okay?” He stands there waiting for a response from Eddie who lifts an arm giving him a thumbs up before the limb falls back onto the bed like the bones had suddenly been removed.

“Don’t fall asleep.” He warns walking into the bathroom leaving the door cracked open, just in case.

He turns the shower on letting the water run whilst he gingerly peels the blood and grim and who knows what else soaked clothes from his body hissing when his shirt sticks to the wounds, fuck this is awful he commiserates before throwing the item onto the floor. He chances a look at the injuries in the mirror cringing as he gets the first proper look at himself he looks awful. Getting in the shower lets out another sharp force when the water hits his skin making it ache for a few moments, eventually the warmth of the water starts to seep into his bones, relaxing his muscles.

He makes quick work of scrubbing his skin until it’s clean and a little red, not a speck of blood or upside down viscera left. Feeling a touch more human he takes his time washing his hair finding a tiny bit of comfort in the familiar routine.

“Still alive?” Steve asks, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d been aiming for a light hearted joke but he guesses he missed by a mile when Eddie frowns for a second before slowly blinking his eyes open, a lazy smile forming as he looks up at Steve.

“Think so but can’t be sure.” He croaks out.

“Good.” Is all Steve says moving to grab some clean pajamas before disappearing back into the bathroom to get dressed.

Fresh clothes on, old ones kicked into the corner of the bathroom for him to deal with later he starts running on Eddie's bath, pouring a generous amount of bubble bath into the water as it fills, watching the bubbles form. Whilst he’s waiting for it to fill he sits down on the toilet lid letting his mind go blank and allowing himself a moment to just exist.

With the bath filled Steve stands with a pained groan before going to retrieve Eddie who’s staring at him again a soft smile on his face

“Come on up.” Steve’s says

“Noooo.” Eddie groans back defiantly rolling his eyes Steve leans forward grabbing Eddies hands and using his strength to hoist the other up onto his feet ignoring the burning pain that radiates through his sides as he watches Eddie standing there looking a little dazed and very confused about how he ended up right again before a sly grin over takes his face.

“Don’t.” Steve interrupts ”whatever your going to say just don’t.” Not having the energy to deal with whatever comment the metalhead was going to make right now.

“Don’t what?” Eddie asks, grinning. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Sure.” Is all Steve says before ushering Eddie into the bathroom.

“I’ll be out here if you need anything.” Steve tells him, turning to leave but a hand wrapping tightly around his wrists stops him in his tracks.

“Stay, please.” Eddie asks, eyes wide and panicked

“ I don’t want to be alone.” He whispers, sounding so much like a scared child.

“Okay.” He agrees.

He stands facing the wall to give Eddie a little bit of privacy whilst he strips off several pained groans and sharp hisses fill the room before the sound of sloshing water lets Steve know it’s safe to turn around again.

They sit quietly, neither of them wanting to break the silence as Eddie does his best to clean himself off movements stiff and clumsy. The water that was once clear slowly turns a disgusting murky brown that makes Steve grimace.

“I’m going to need a hand getting out.” Eddie says abruptly startling Steve out of his thoughts.

“Right.” Steve stands up wincing as the bites on his sides get tugged painfully.

“No peeking.” Eddie teases, starting to sound more like himself again and all Steve can do is huff and close his eyes as he holds out his hands.

“Uh can I borrow some clothes?” Eddie asks as he lets go of Steve’s hand, there’s a soft shuffling of what Steve thinks is him grabbing a towel.

“Yeah stay here I’ll get them.” Steve’s answers , cracking his eyes open once he’s pretty sure Eddie isn’t standing naked in his bathroom. He looks much better now that he’s not covered in various substances Steve smiles at him before leaving the bathroom to go and grab a set of pajamas for Eddie.

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One of my followers on Bluesky gave me the title Always You to work with for a fun activity so I thought I would post the little bit I wrote! (I need to post thread stuff on here too)

Katsuki is a prince about to inherit the throne. Both parents want to step down within the coming years. Katsuki though is scared of the thought of becoming king. One night he goes to the local gentleman's club to blow off some steam.

As he sits down he mets a fellow man playing poker. The younger man is wearing a hat and jacket despite being inside. Katsuki though knocks it down to it almost being winter. Katsuki is a pro at poker. He is getting in his groove when the new man lays down his cards. "That's a flush," the guy grumbles. Something is off about his voice, but Katsuki is too fucking angry! How dare someone beat him.

He challenges the guy to another round and again Katsuki loses. By the end of the night he has lined this man's pockets. He bids them a good night, but Katsuki follows him. "Hey how did you beat me?! No one every has?" The young man kept his head down, so not much of his face could be see. Katsuki noticed he had some round cheeks for a man. "You have a tell when you're about to lose," he said. Katsuki crossed his arms, saying 'well tell me'. The man though just walked away. Katsuki would have chased him but he was stuned by the audacity this young man had.

The next night he comes, but the young man isn't there. He doesn't show his face for a whole week. Katsuki was about to say that he just imagined that night, because clearly no one could beat him until he walked in and saw the young man again. He sat beside him, "Didn't think you were real? Got scared I'd beat you." The young man just laughed as he looked at him. Those dark brown eyes had his heart racing. "My lord you will never beat me at poker. You are too easy to read!"

Katsuki's eye twitched as he slammed his hand down. "OH YOU'RE SO ON!"

And Katsuki lost…horribly.

Though as he played he did talk to the young man. It was weird how even though he fucking aggrivated the fuck out of him, he was so easy to talk to. His name was Haru and he only came on Sundays. Some how Katsuki would find himself going every Sunday to play with this man. Months went by and they grew closer. "Are you attending the ball my mother is throwing?" he asked. The young man shook his head no, "I will be out for family business. I am sorry." For some reason this made Katsuki sad.

The night of the ball, he walked around sulking. He made his way around before retiring to the game room. Men and women were all playing and he plopped down next to a brown haired woman. She turned to face him and gave him a smile. "My lord! I did not know you played," she said. Katsuki knew this woman from somewhere, but he could not figure it out. Those chubby cheeks were ringing something in his head.

"I casually play."

"Would you like to join? We just finished this game!"

Katsuki shrugged but agreed. It wouldn't be the same as playing with his friend. The match seemed to go on awhile until he looked at his cards. HA, a winning hand, he thought. "And that's game!" the brown haired woman said and laid down a winning hand better than his. "HOW DID! WHAT!?" The woman laughed and again Katsuki thought he knew it from some where. "Did not know the prince was a sore loser," she said. "I am not. I was…I was just taken by surprise a woman could be good a poker." That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Those brown eyes glared at him as if trying to burn him.

"Let's go again. I bet this woman can beat you," she said cofindently.

"Bring it!"

Katsuki lost five times.

The woman, who he learned to be Ochako, chuckled as she gathered her money and got up to leave. Katsuki quickly followed her. "How the hell did you do it!?" he asked. Ochako turned to him and gave him a smile, "You have a tell when you're about to lose. My lord you are too easy to read," Katsuki suddenly had a flash of dejuvu. As she walked away he remembered where he heard that laugh. Haru…Ochako had the same laugh as Haru.