#I can feel the gun teleported and aiming at me head

[tea-the-not-understanding]

Heard you like dandy world

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"What the fuck is this shit?-"

[merthosus]

Hi! It's my first time requesting something so please excuse me if my explanation is bad. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Okay so uh I have this convo with a Five Hargreeves C.ai bot it went on like uh Five and reader are arguing with each other and Five said 'I hope you died in the apocalypse' which end up reader got upset and taking it seriously.

This take place around season 2 before The Handler sent Five to kill board members(?), I forgot what they called, so Y/N went to the Commission and snatch a brief case but got caught and uh got killed.

You can decide what power Y/N have but it should have a connection to teleportation since I was thinking that it's how Y/N managed to sneak into the Commission, again my apology if it's hard to understand (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and uh if you want I can send my convo with the bot to you if it's going to help (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

The argument

Summary: After Five telling you horrible things about what he thinks about you, you make his dreams true Involuntarily you get hurt by the handler and five finally sees the truth worth of you being by his side, alive...

Thank you for your request, loved the idea behind that!! Loving the angsty trope :)

"I wish you had died in the apocalypse"

The argument started like most of them did—stress, frustration, and Five’s single-minded obsession with the mission. But tonight, something felt different. The air between you and Five was heavy, thicker than usual, and the words you were hurling at each other were sharper, more hurtful.

“I’m tired of this, Five! You treat me like I’m just another one of your problems to solve!” you shouted, hands trembling with anger. "You don't care about anyone except yourself!" Five stood rigid, his jaw clenched as he glared at you. “You think I have time to care about your feelings right now? We’re trying to stop the goddamn apocalypse!"

"And what if I didn’t want to help you anymore?" you fired back, heart pounding. "What if I just disappeared?" "Maybe that would be better,” he snapped, his voice cold and unforgiving. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to keep cleaning up after you! You’ve been nothing but a distraction!"

The words hit you like a slap, but you stood your ground, refusing to let him see the pain behind your eyes. “Is that what you really think?” Five’s expression darkened. “I wish you had died in the apocalypse.” The room went silent. His words echoed between you like a death sentence. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt the sting of tears welling up, but you swallowed them down. “Fine,” you whispered, voice trembling. “If that’s how you feel, then I’m done.”

Before he could say another word, you disappeared—teleporting away, leaving him alone in the echo of his own cruelty.

Anger still roiled in your chest as you phased into the Commission, your teleportation power allowing you to slip past their security systems without a trace. You weren’t thinking straight, but you had a plan—a reckless one. If Five didn’t care, then what was stopping you from taking matters into your own hands?

You crept through the labyrinth of the Commission’s corridors, your goal clear: grab a briefcase and get out. Maybe you could fix things on your own, or maybe… you didn’t know anymore. All you wanted was to escape the pain, to make Five regret pushing you away. But just as your hand touched a briefcase, a voice cut through the air. “Well, well, well,” the Handler’s cold, saccharine voice echoed through the room. “Isn’t this a surprise?”

You froze. Before you could react, Commission agents swarmed you, guns raised and aimed at your head. Your powers flickered, but something was wrong—you couldn’t teleport out. The Handler stepped forward, a wicked smile on her face. “Teleporters like you really should know better than to try this here.” You tried to fight back, but it was no use. A single gunshot rang out, and pain exploded through your chest.

You collapsed, the briefcase slipping from your grasp as darkness closed in.

As your vision blurred and the icy grip of pain tightened around your chest, you heard the Handler’s heels clicking closer. The sharp scent of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the metallic taste of blood rising in your throat.

“Well, isn’t this poetic,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You were always too ambitious for your own good.”

Your body screamed in agony, but you forced yourself to stay conscious, the adrenaline barely keeping you tethered to reality. Gasping for air, you managed to lift your head enough to meet her gaze, defiance flickering in your eyes.

"I—I won’t let you win,” you choked out, your voice ragged and weak, but the fire in your heart still burning despite the looming darkness.

The Handler tilted her head, her smile widening. “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve already lost.” She crouched down beside you, reaching out to tap a perfectly manicured nail against the briefcase you’d almost claimed. “But don’t worry, you’ve served your purpose.”

As the edges of your vision darkened, a strange calm settled over you. Maybe it was the shock, or maybe it was the thought of Five—of the cold words he had thrown at you, pushing you to this point. You had come here, driven by anger and pain, but now that your life was slipping away, all you could think of was him. How much you had cared for him. How much it hurt that he didn’t feel the same.

But just as the world began to fade, something shifted. The air in the room crackled with a familiar energy, one that you knew all too well. Time itself seemed to warp, bending unnaturally, and you realized with a jolt that someone had followed you here.

A moment later, the Handler’s satisfied smirk twisted into surprise as the familiar blue flash of teleportation split the room. And there he was—Five, standing in the middle of the chaos, his face pale and eyes wide with something that looked far too much like regret.

“You,” he growled, his gaze locking onto the Handler as he took in the scene—the blood pooling around you, the briefcase abandoned at your side, and your body crumpled on the floor. “What the hell did you do?” The Handler stood up, her cool demeanor still intact despite Five’s obvious fury. “You should be thanking me, Five. She was just a distraction, wasn’t she? Isn’t that what you said?”

Five’s eyes flickered with something raw, something haunted. His jaw clenched as he slowly turned toward you, kneeling beside your body. His hands were shaking, uncharacteristically so, as he pressed them to your wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. "You're not dying," he muttered, almost as if saying it aloud would make it true. “Don’t you dare die on me.”

You could barely keep your eyes open, your breathing shallow and labored, but the sound of his voice—desperate, breaking—kept you anchored. For a second, you wondered if you were hallucinating, if this was some fevered dream brought on by blood loss. But the pain was too real, the cold creeping into your limbs too sharp to be anything but reality. "No... no..", he muttered, as the handler left the room. "I didn't mean to..."; he whispers.

Five’s voice trembled, a sound so foreign to you that it barely registered at first. You blinked through the haze of pain, forcing yourself to focus on him, on the boy—no, the man—who always seemed so invincible, so sure of himself. But now, here he was, on his knees beside you, his mask of indifference shattered.

“I didn’t mean it,” Five whispered again, his voice breaking as his hands pressed harder against your wound. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt. You weren’t supposed to—" He swallowed, his throat constricting as the weight of his own words seemed to crash down on him.

A bitter taste filled your mouth as you tried to speak, but the blood loss made your words slur, your body too weak to move. Even so, you managed to meet his eyes—those piercing blue eyes that had always been so cold, now filled with a desperation you had never seen before.

“Why… did you… follow me?” you rasped, your voice barely a whisper, each word taking more effort than the last.

Five’s eyes flickered with guilt, shame, and something else—something softer, deeper, that made your chest tighten for reasons other than the gunshot wound.

“Because I couldn’t let you go,” he murmured, his voice raw. “Not like this. Not ever.” His hand tightened around yours, his grip trembling as though you might slip away from him at any second. “I thought I could push you away… that I could keep you safe by making you hate me. But all I did was drive you straight into danger. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

A weak laugh escaped your lips, but it was more of a cough, and it sent a fresh wave of pain through your chest. "Took you… long enough," you muttered, your voice barely audible, but Five heard you. His lips twitched into a sad, bitter smile. “I know,” he said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the blood staining his hands. “I’m an idiot.”

The room around you felt colder, the edges of your vision beginning to blur again as the blood loss took its toll. You felt yourself slipping further away, but Five’s voice kept pulling you back—like a tether to the world you were on the verge of leaving.

"Stay with me," he urged, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with a desperation that you had never heard from him before. "I can fix this. I will fix this. I just need you to hold on a little longer."

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to trust that he could make everything right, that the pain you were feeling wasn’t permanent. But as your body grew colder, it became harder and harder to fight the darkness that was creeping in. “Five…” you whispered, your voice barely a breath, “I don’t… want to leave… you.”

Five’s expression twisted in pain, his eyes burning with unshed tears. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said fiercely, as if sheer force of will could keep you tethered to life. “You’re staying right here with me.”

Five’s hand tightened around yours, as if his sheer grip could tether you to the world and keep the darkness at bay. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by raw desperation that sent a shiver through you, despite the numbness creeping in. You could feel his pulse racing through his fingertips—steady, alive, unlike the faint, weakening beat of your own.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry for everything I said.” His eyes bore into yours, pleading, the cold blue of them softened by the wet sheen of tears he refused to let fall. “You were never a distraction. You were the only thing keeping me sane in all of this chaos.”

His words, laced with guilt and something like fear, hit you harder than the gunshot. You had always known Five cared in his own way, but hearing him say it now, when it might be too late, was like a bittersweet echo in the hollow space between life and death.

You tried to speak, but the pain was too much, your breath too shallow. Your eyelids fluttered, heavy with exhaustion and the creeping cold. The world around you began to blur again, slipping away despite Five’s grip. “No,” he muttered, his voice fierce now. “Stay with me. You’re not going anywhere.” He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “I won’t let you go.”

You wanted to stay, wanted to fight, but the pull of the darkness was so strong, and the pain so overwhelming. You could feel your consciousness slipping, the world fading away in pieces. But before you could fall into that abyss completely, something shifted—a familiar hum of energy rippled through the air.

Five stiffened beside you, his head snapping up, eyes widening as the blue glow of the briefcase intensified. The air around you crackled with power, time itself seeming to bend and twist as if reality were being rewritten. “I’m going to fix this,” Five murmured, his voice filled with a renewed sense of urgency. “I’ll fix everything. I promise.”

Your vision wavered as you watched him frantically adjust the dials on the briefcase, his fingers moving with a precision only he possessed. The hum grew louder, the light brighter, and then, with a sudden jolt, everything around you warped. Your whole body was sucking up the pain.

The world twisted and bent, the crackling energy from the briefcase tearing at the edges of reality, until suddenly everything snapped back into place. The cold, sterile halls of the Commission vanished, replaced by something softer, warmer. You blinked, your mind disoriented, the sharp, unbearable pain that had gripped your body dulling into an almost distant ache.

Slowly, you became aware of your surroundings. You weren’t lying on the cold floor of the Commission anymore. The familiar scent of old books, faint cologne, and wood polish filled your senses. You were in Five’s room, lying in his bed, the heavy blankets tucked around you. For a moment, you weren’t sure if this was real, or if you were simply dreaming, caught in some strange limbo between life and death. But the warmth was too real, the sound of your own ragged breathing too loud in your ears.

You shifted slightly, the movement sending a wave of soreness through your body. A soft groan escaped your lips as your hand instinctively went to your chest, where the bullet had struck you. But instead of the expected searing pain, your fingers found smooth bandages tightly wrapped around the wound. It was tender, but healing. You were alive.

The realization hit you like a shock, and just as you were about to sit up, you felt a weight beside you on the bed. Turning your head, you saw Five, slumped in a chair pulled up next to the bed, his head resting in his hands, elbows on his knees. His clothes were rumpled, dark circles etched beneath his eyes, and for the first time, he looked… vulnerable. Exhausted.

The tension in his posture, the way his shoulders sagged, told you more than any words ever could. He had saved you—brought you back from the brink of death—and now, after everything, he was sitting there, waiting for you to wake up.

You shifted again, trying to adjust your position, and the small movement made Five glance up. His sharp blue eyes met yours instantly, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The relief that washed over his face was so raw, so palpable, it took your breath away.

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but laced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed, your throat dry. “Am I... really here?”

Five stood abruptly, the legs of the chair scraping against the floor. He moved closer to the bed, his expression still guarded but softer, more open than you had ever seen it. "Yes. You're safe. I told you I'd fix it." His voice cracked slightly, betraying the storm of emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

You wanted to say something, anything, but the weight of what had happened hung between you. The argument. The gunshot. The way he had followed you despite everything.

"Five," you began, your voice weak, but he shook his head, cutting you off gently.

"Don’t," he said quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to control himself. "Just... don’t. I don't want to hear an apology, or a thank you. Not after what I did. What I said."

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. The pain of his earlier words still lingered, but seeing him like this—so raw and human—made it hard to hold onto the anger.

“I didn’t mean any of it,” he continued, his voice tight. “I thought if I pushed you away, if I made you hate me, it would be easier to protect you. To keep you out of danger. But I was wrong. I’m always wrong about these things.”

You could hear the guilt, the self-loathing, threaded through his words. And in that moment, it was clear that this was more than just about the argument. This was about everything—about how Five had always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, how he had never known how to let anyone in, how he was terrified of losing the few people he actually cared about.

With effort, you lifted your hand and reached out, fingers brushing against his. "You saved me," you whispered, your voice still weak but steady. "That's all that matters now."

Five stared down at your hand, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, retreat back into his usual cold, calculating self. But then, slowly, he entwined his fingers with yours, gripping your hand tightly.

“I almost didn’t,” he admitted, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. “I almost lost you. And I—" He cut himself off, his jaw clenching as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. But you could see it in his eyes, the way they glistened in the dim light. He cared. More than you had ever realized. “You didn’t lose me,” you said, squeezing his hand as best as you could. "I'm right here."

Five’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a tender, almost absentminded gesture. He stood there for a long moment, just holding your hand, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you might disappear again.

“I’m not going to push you away anymore,” he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t. Not after this.”

There was a vulnerability in his words that made your chest tighten, but this time it wasn’t from the wound. It was from something deeper, something that had been buried beneath all the anger and fear. You nodded slowly, exhaustion pulling at the edges of your consciousness again, but you fought to stay awake, to hold onto this moment.

“Good,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Five’s lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile, though his eyes were still shadowed with worry. "Get some rest," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your hand once more before he reluctantly let go. "You need it."

You wanted to protest, to stay awake and talk more, but the warmth of the bed and the comfort of knowing you were safe, that Five was there, watching over you, was too much to resist. Your eyelids grew heavy, and before you knew it, sleep was pulling you under. As you drifted off, you felt the lightest pressure of his hand returning to yours, as if silently promising that he wouldn’t leave your side—not this time.

Hope you guys like it ;)

[nejiverse]

A DISTANT MEMORY

Boothill

In which an array of events briefly teleports Boothill to the past, where is daughter would forever remain. Fem! Reader

cw: suggestive, a teensy bit of angst, not prood read (ik its unlike me but im feeling lazy lol)

1700 words

"So..what do you think?", Y/n held the gun up to the light on the ceiling, admiring her handiwork.

"Beautiful", Boothill responded but Y/n could see from her peripheral vision that he wasn't looking at the gun at all, he was looking at her.

"The gun, Boothill", she had to let him know he wasn't slick.

"Yeah an' I said it's beautiful", he defended himself, crossing his arms as he crossed his legs on top of the empty side of Y/n's workspace, a knowing look on his face. "Good with your hands, ain't ya?". Boothill smirked, his pointy teeth poking out of the crevice between his top and bottom lips.

You know what else they can do?", she noticed how his eyes shone with a glint of expectation, until she used the butt of the gun to hit him on top of his head.

Boothill let out a disgruntled groan as his hat fell lopsided on his head.

"Geez, where'd all that strength come from?", he took his hat off, rubbing the crown of his head.

"It's all natural", she puffed out her chest, flexing her non existent arm muscles.

Boothill chuckled, shaking his head. "Well darlin', you sure know how to handle yourself", he teased, cocking his head to the side as he scanned her from the bottom up. "Y'know, I've always had a thing for women who can handle a firearm", Boothill winked, placing his hat on top of her head playfully.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his words and actions, a grin playing at the side of her lips. "As ironic as it may sound, I don't actually know how to use a gun...I just tinker with them", she admitted, a tinge of embarrassment floating in her chest.

Boothill's grin faltered for a moment, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone more curious than accusatory. "Well ya sure had me fooled". He took the gun from the table, twirling it around his index finger. "I can teach ya".

"Sure, why not", she might as well know how it works, there was no harm. She adjusted her seating as she listened attentively, but instead of Boothill picking her ear about his knowledge on guns, he instead stood up behind her.

"O-oh you mean actually teaching me", she muttered, her eyebrows furrowing in uncertainty.

"Well how else would I teach ya?".

Boothill stood behind Y/n, his body close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. His hands gently guided hers as they held the gun, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Now, darlin', you gotta hold it steady," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Nice and firm, but not too tight."

Y/n nodded, but internally her brain was malfunctioning at the ambiguity of his words. She tried to focus on his instructions rather than the electrifying sensation of his proximity. She adjusted her grip, her fingers brushing against his as they wrapped around the handle.

"That's it," Boothill spoke in a tone above a whisper . "Now, ya gotta aim true. Find your target and focus."

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she followed his guidance, her gaze fixed on the red thumbnail on the notice board hung up on the far side of the dimly lit workshop, but her attention kept drifting back to Boothill, his rugged features illuminated by the soft glow of the desk light.

"Steady now," he murmured, his hands moving to adjust her shoulders.  As Y/n exhaled slowly, she felt Boothill's body press against hers, his chest firm against her back.

"Atta girl," Boothill praised, his voice laced with pride at how good he was at teacher her. "But you gotta remember to relax. Let the gun do the work".

Y/n nodded, internally noting all the tips and tricks he was giving her. Despite all the waves of emotions she was being smacked with, she truly did appreciate his efforts in helping her fully understand how a gun works and how to use it.

"Y'know, darlin'," Boothill murmured, his voice low. "There's more to shootin' than just hittin' a target."

Y/n hummed in anticipation. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in a silent exchange.

"Like what?", she breathed.

"Like trustin' your instincts," he said, his voice dripping with promise. "And lettin' go of control."

Before Y/n could respond, Boothill's lips were on hers. Boothill felt as though he had just came home from a long journey, albeit her workshop not being his home, and having not went on a long journey at all.

Y/n melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to his touches and deep kisses. Though she was taken aback when she felt his head against her chest. Boothill couldn't help but notice the rapid thumping of Y/n's heart beneath against his face.

Y/n's lips quivered in embarrassment. "Stop that", she uttered, shooing him away.

Boothill let out a hearty laugh as he fell back into his seat. “I gotta say, it's mighty gratifyin' to know I have that kind of effect on you—".

Y/n shoved his hat in his face in efforts to shut him up. "Nonsense", Y/n retorted, opting to change the subject. "Besides, you said you only came here to say hi and leave", Y/n swatted away his roaming hands.

Boothill grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sometimes sayin 'hi' just ain't enough".

As Boothill and Y/n chatted away together, caught up in their moment of bonding, they were interrupted by a soft sound nearby. Turning, they spotted a little girl rubbing her eyes, her tiny form illuminated by the light of the room she just came out of.

Y/n shook her head with a lazy smile. She just couldn't bring herself to be mad at her daughter for coming out when she looked so cute. "I told you no coming in when I have visitors", she cooed, getting up to pick the little girl up while she brushed her bed hair back. The woman was still curious as to how she managed to get out of bed all by herself.

Boothill's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of the child. She couldn't have been more than a year old, yet there was something hauntingly familiar about her features—the same dark curls, the same wide eyes that he had seen in his own daughter.

"I'll be damned", Boothill whispered to himself in bewilderment.

His heart clenched with a mixture of astonishment and grief as he stared at the child, his mind racing in utter confusion. It was uncanny.

"Never knew ya had a daughter", Boothill opted to just forget about it, but he would soon find out that it wouldn't work.

"A lot of people don't, my line of work isn't the safest you know", forging and enhancing weapons for both good and bad people certainly came with its risks, but Y/n thought that being neutral to both sides was the best idea.

The little girl looked over her mother's shoulder at the stranger. She babbled incoherent words whilst pointing at the cyborg.

"Wanna say hi?", Y/n asked the child who flailed her arms around as a response. Y/n turned her gaze towards Boothill. "You any good with kids?".

Was he? He's not sure since he wasn't able to protect his own kid. With hesitation in his voice, Boothill spoke. "I...dunno".

Y/n chuckled. "Well you must be 'cause this girl hates strangers", Y/n put the little girl down as she slowly waddled over to Boothill.

Boothill's eyes softened as he looked at the child, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, ain't that somethin'," he murmured, his voice filled with surprise. "What's your name lil' lady?", he asked the little girl.

The child babbled happily, her small hand reaching up to touch his face. Boothill chuckled, the sound reverberating in the quiet room. "Guess you're not quite ready to tell me yet, huh?".

Y/n stepped closer, her heart swelling at the sight of Boothill holding her daughter with such care. "Her name is D/n," she said softly. "She's not really that verbal yet".

Boothill nodded, his eyes never leaving D/n's face. "D/n huh?".

Y/n watched them, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. Seeing Boothill with D/n, so tender and gentle, made her heart ache with a longing she hadn't realised she carried. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

"You're good with her," Y/n remarked sincerely. "You look like you've done this before."

Boothill's smile faltered for a brief moment, a shadow passing over his eyes. He quickly masked it with a grin. "Well, kids seem to like me," he said lightly, though the weight of unspoken memories lingered in his gaze.

D/n made grabby hands at the feather on Boothill's hat, intrigued by how it moved every time he did.

The man took off his hat and handed it to her, the  accessory engulfing half her head.

She giggled and lifted the hat up, or attempted to till Boothill did it for her, angling it in a way which would allow her to see. She flashed her still developing teeth into an award winning smile.

As he held Y/n's daughter, memories of his own daughter, who had been taken from him far too soon, flashed through his mind. The pain of her loss had been a constant shadow, a wound that never fully healed. Yet, holding D/n, he felt a glimmer of healing, a sense of connection that he thought he'd lost forever. It was as if life was giving him a second chance to protect and cherish a child.

Boothill never wants to leave, ever.

masterlist :)

[ynbabe]

TUA x Reader :- Incorrect quotes

Five: Watcha doin?

Y/N, an inter-dimentional time traveler : Stealing from the commission.

Five: Scandalous.

Five: Can I help?

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Five: Are you busy?

Y/N, laying on the floor, falling from the time rip Five opened in season 2: No.

Five, trying to understand who he is and why he’s there: Want to do something?

Y/N, looking up from his own blood: Why would you try to ruin this for me?

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Klaus, pointing a camera at Five and his ‘friend’: There they are, our sweet babies.

Five, holding a cigarette and a beer, Y/N, pulling out the knife Five stabbed him with and chugging wine,: What-?

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Five: Y/N is not allowed to decide which one of us is the chosen one.

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Y/N: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi.

Five: I’M NOT A DEMON!

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Diego, oldest sibling extraordinare {luther don’t count}: Christmas is cancelled.

Y/N, not a part of the family: You can't cancel a holiday.

Diego, adopted them already: Keep it up, Y/N, and you'll lose New Year's too.

Y/N: What does that mean?

Diego: Klaus, take New Year's away from Y/N.

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*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Diego: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Y/N: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Five: if you want information it is

Klaus: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

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Diego, watching Y/N and Five fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they break Elliot’s stuff?

Klaus, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other... or anything else... hopefully.

Diego: Then... who’s the strongest?

Klaus: Y/N.

Five: Me.

Y/N: Me.

Y/N: ...

Five: ....

Y/N and Five: *Start fighting again*

Diego: I mean it’s kinda fun right?

Klaus: Yeah, want popcorn?

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Klaus: You guys worried about Five?

Diego: Totally!

Y/N: Yeah, he teleported to me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"

Klaus: And what'd you say?

Y/N: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."

Diego:

Klaus: He’s lucky to have you as a friend.

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Five: Look guys, I need help.

Klaus: Love help?

Y/N: Financial help?

Viktor: Emotional help?

Diego: Help moving a body?

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Viktor: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful broship...

Klaus: I really care about your feelings!

Diego: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Viktor, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Y/N: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF HIDING BODIES!

Five: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME HIDING BODIES IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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Viktor: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Diego: >:O language

Five: Yeah watch your fucking language

Klaus: Okay, who taught Five the fuck word?!

Y/N: 'The fuck word'.

Sparrow!Ben, highly comercialized: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Five: Oh my god he censored it

Y/N: Say fuck, Ben.

Five: Do it, Ben. Say fuck.

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*The Squad with cigarettes*

Y/N: I smoke regularly.

Allison: I smoke sparingly.

Sparrow!Ben: I smoked once, but I didn't care for it.

Five: I've never smoked, but the idea intrigues me.

Diego: I've never smoked, and I refuse to do so.

Viktor: What's a cigarette?

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Five, trying to be happier, after strict orders from Klaus and Diego: A butterfly. Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal.

Diego: Can a butterfly be nonbinary?

Five: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.

Viktor, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-

Klaus: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.

Sparrow!Ben: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah...

Y/N: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-

Viktor: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference.

Diego: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference?

Five: You clearly have not known with the bastard long enough.

[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence Pt. 3

A/N: I still have not figured out a couple for this lol and I am having a bit of writers block from the meds from my surgery so I apologize for being slow. Anyways~ enjoy 😉

Summary: it's just a meeting, what could go wrong?

Word count: 1.2k

TW: Injury, blood, apathy, a dash of hopelessness, self sacrificing tendencies, uh if I forgot something lmk

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Chan leads the way to the warehouse, the agreed upon meeting spot.

Chan goes first, as the leader, then Hyunjin, prepared to use his pheromones immediately, then Seungmin, probabilities already being manipulated, then Minho, hands already out in preparation of teleporting us out of here, then you, prepared to shield from the back if they tried to ambush you.

You didn't prepare for the click of the door locking behind you, instinctively turning around to look at it. You open your mouth to voice your concern, but you're cut off, Chan yelling at you all to get down. You hit the floor instantly, eyes locating the guys before lifting your hand, palm up, a psychic shield of shadows surrounding you. You all stay on the ground, focused on Chan in front of you all.

Minho shifts his head to look back at you, eyebrows raised. You raise one back at him, both shrugging as you re-focus on Chan.

“What’s happening?” Seungmin asks, voice harsh and loud.

“I think-“ Chan takes a harsh breath, chest shaking as he coughs slightly, “they have tranq guns.”

Your shadow falters slightly as your breath stops, flicking to opaque before deepening back to black, but you see enough through them. You're surrounded by people with guns, all aimed at you guys under the shadows. They couldn’t see you, for now, but you knew they knew exactly what to do to make that happen.

Hyunjin asks Chan if he’s been hit, an affirmative noise coming from Chan as Hyunjin scoots towards him to pull him back towards the rest of the group, hoping to ease the stress on you of having to keep up such a large shield.

You grit your teeth as you feel shocks of electricity hitting your shield. You lose focus on the conversation, focusing instead on making sure there’s no breaks in the shield, that you can withstand whatever they try to use on it.

Hyunjin’s got a semi-conscious Chan pulled against his chest, crouching as low as he can, sliding closer to Seungmin and Minho, while Minho questions Seungmin about the probability of getting out of here without anyone else getting hit with a tranquilizer.

The electricity around the shield is getting higher, a sharp metalic taste zinging around in your mouth. The shadows falter again, just enough to let the electricity hit harder on your psyche, and blood floods your mouth as you bite into your cheek, using the pain to focus and forcing the shadows to stabilize back into full darkness.

The guys are still arguing as you rub your mouth against your arm. You slap your unoccupied hand at Minho, breathing hard through your nose as you feel small pinpricks hitting against the shield. You grip his calf as he turns towards you, both your eyes wide; yours from pain, his from your blood slick mouth, your body shaking from exertion.

“Get them out of here.” You rasp.

Seungmin and Hyunjin whip their heads at you, eyes wide and objections already on the tips of their tongues. You ignore their initial protests, eyes locked on Minho as your brows furrow under the weight of the currents zapping and pinpricking around your shield.

“We can’t just leave you! There’s got to be a diff-”

You cut Hyunjin off, “Minho can only take three of us at a time, we know this!”

Seungmin starts, "If anyone should stay it’s me – I have the highest chance of making it out of–"

You’re shouting as you cut him off, body tense as you try to ignore the pain, “I am a shield! This is what I do! I’m replaceable, there’s a backup at home, now get them the fuck out of here now, Minho!”

Minho’s jaw clenches at your exclamation, eyes filled to the brim with disagreement, you can see the argument clear as day, but he nods anyways, hands already gripping Seungmin’s arm and Hyunjin shoulder.

“Grab him tight, Hyunjin.” Hyunjin wraps his arms securely around Chan while Seungmin grips Minho’s arm and Hyunjin’s other shoulder.

The only one that looks at you is Minho, eyes hard, jaw still clenched. “I’m coming back for you. Stay right here.” His tone is low and dangerous, leaving no room for argument, and you’re nodding before you even realize what you’re agreeing to; whatever it takes to get them out of here.

He closes his eyes and sighs, hands gripping the guys tighter for a moment, and then they’re gone.

The relief you feel with them out of the situation is short lived as the electricity kicks up a few notches.

A scream rips itself out of your throat as you curl in on yourself while the electricity gets higher, hotter, louder. It feels like it is burning you from the inside out and the blood in your mouth catches at the back of your throat turning into a gurgle before you twist your head, gagging and spitting it out onto the concrete.

You can feel your shield weakening as you start to focus on the pain burning through your head, so you shrink it, trying to leave enough room for Minho, if he decides to come back.

You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.

You close your eyes, teeth gritting, jaw clenched, body tense as you try to focus on holding the shield in place. You can tell you're losing the battle when you crack open your eyes, squinting, and golden, jagged, sharp electricity slashes through an opaque spot in your shield, hitting your calf.

Your body seizes, shield flashing out for a millisecond, slashes of electricity hitting around you in that brief moment before it solidifies.You curl in tighter on yourself, spasms shaking you as you close your eyes tight, tears escaping down your cheeks as you scream again, the burning throughout your leg indescribable.

You dig your nails further into your arm, hissing through your teeth as you feel the skin give, but this pain is a better focus over the electricity in your head, and the burning you feel spiderwebbing its way up your leg.

The air inside your shield is starting to feel static-y, the electricity charging it even from outside of your shield.

It won't be long before it breaks.

The air shifts a bit, a slight puff of air hitting your face and you can tell Minho is there before you open your eyes, or maybe you’re just praying that he is as you crack open one eye to peak.

He grips your arm hard, pulling you toward him as he runs his eyes over you - a quick damage assessment. He wraps his other arm around your waist, and you wrap your free one around his neck.

He closes his eyes, and you follow his lead, never too keen to teleport with your eyes open. You feel that familiar tug, like you’re falling out of your seat, and you lower your shield, both your hands tightening your hold on him.

It's when you feel the air conditioner on you and hear the guys shouting at each other that you relax, putting your full body weight against Minho.

You mumble out, “Safe.” And he answers you with a hum of agreement.

[the-white-soul]

We'll talk about ambassadors and humanity in the end, after we make it out alive. For now we'll destroy as many as we can. We already took care of the big guy, many already fled, and these are all underlings so it should be easy peasy!

*As Flowey enters the scene, he spots the one trying to shoot down Chara and feels his pupils constrict on sight. They won't be able to Dodge bullets forever.*

*As a surprise attack, Flowey uses a large vines to smack into the Sargeant's ribs, breaking a few (unless he's wearing a bulletproof vest or smth. You tell me.) as he's flung to the side and makes hard contact with the wall. He burrows closer as another vine snatched his gun and holds it firmly against the man's head. Flowey's voice rings out coldly from behind him.*

So you're the Sargeant? *He presses the gun harder against his temple* If you're in command of this section, order them to surrender and we'll let them live. I don't have to kill all of them if you obey. *A cruel smile stretches his lips* Heehee~ You really are a stupid bunch for staying this long already.

(Sergent) "*Aims gun at Asgore and shoots* If I'm going down I'm taking you with me!"

(Sans) "Asgore, don't worry. I'm not going to make them decide. Flowey! Whatever you do don't say yes. I'm going to be fine. *Gave you a look* He will be fine. You know what I'm about to do may be stupid. I can already think of a million ways this could not work but I need to do something. Anything to make my life worth it. *Teleported in front of the bullet and took the shot instead*"

(Asgore) "Why the hell would you do that?!"

(Sans) "My life is infintly less important than yours."

(Asgore) "Couldn't you have done that at any point?"

(Sans) "If I would've teleported out of here would you have survived now? *Nearing death he said* I'm finally usefull."

(Sergent) "NO!!! *Shot all his rounds where Sans still teleport in front of them*"

(Sans) "*It takes a while before he's dead but the first shot could've killed him* I hope you're happy now. One last thing before I die, I wish to say one thing. Terriblekingwhonoonelikessayswhat?"

(Asgore) "What?!"

(Sans) "Works...everytime *Died and turned to ashes*"

(Chara) "*Aimed their gun at the sergeant and just like that, he was dead*"

*They call Kara and tell them the wall is safe but there are still 3000 men lined up to defeat*

(Chara) "Well, there's only one last thing to do. We must leave. *All of them were heading towards your area. You'll have to face them all* Let's finish this."

[werecat1234]

Merging Timelines Chapter Twenty Four

Killer poked his head out of the doorframe, looking both ways for more robots before giving the monsters behind him a thumbs up, walking out of the room with them following him. Killer heard some mechanical whirring, and he held up a hand, stopping them. He heard more whirring, and he turned around and pointed back into the room, everyone else quickly heading inside except for Undyne. 

"the hell are you doing?" Killer asked her quietly.

"I'm helping you with these things." Undyne replied.

"they can literally knock you unconscious with their lasers." Killer told her.

"You're awake." Undyne said.

"i don't have a monster soul, genius." Killer replied, gesturing to the glowing red target his chest for emphasis. 

". . . Oh, right..." Undyne said, and Killer sighed.

"just get back in the damn room." Killer said.

Undyne just summoned a spear, and Killer's eyelights faintly appeared just long enough for him to roll them, the faint rings vanishing a moment later. 

"I'll block the blasts." Undyne said.

"you get killed, the timeline will get reset, and i do not feel like risking something else happening." Killer told her with a glare.

"I won't get killed." Undyne told him, and their heads both whipped down the hallway Killer had come from at a sudden noise, seeing robots rounding the corner.

"damnit." Killer sighed, summoning several sharp bones and shooting them at the robots' heads, "the heads are the only weak spot. aim for them."

"Got it!" Undyne replied, summoning multiple spears and shooting them at more robots' heads once they rounded the corner.

The robots were deactivated, crumpling to the ground, and more walked over their remains, firing lasers at them. Killer brought up a bone wall, blocking the lasers, and he jumped over it, firing several sharp bones at the robot heads and watching them crumple to the ground. Killer landed on the floor, lowering the bone wall, and he heard laser blasts from the other direction, only to see Undyne block them and fire spears at their heads, deactivating them.

"Killer, back to back!" Undyne called out.

Killer teleported back to her, his back to her as he summoned more sharp bones, and he heard her summoning spears. They fired the attacks off at the same time, blocking laser blasts when needed, and aiming for the heads each time. Robots practically piled over each other around Undyne's side of the hallway, and she cursed.

"switch with me!" Killer told her, and they swapped directions.

Killer summoned his Gaster Blaster, firing it at the robots and vaporizing all of them.

"Why didn't you do that sooner?!" Undyne asked.

"i can't repeatedly use it, and i can only summon one at a time!" Killer replied, firing more sharp bones down the hallway, stabbing through the robots' heads.

"Oh..." Undyne said, shooting several more spears at approaching robots, deactivating them.

"these things just keep coming! it's getting boring!" Killer complained, "we gotta move!"

"But where?!" Undyne asked.

"i'll just ask dust, horror or lucky to look for a way out! oh wait! i can't!" Killer replied.

"Quit being a jacka- ARGH!" Undyne yelled, a bullet flying through her arm, more robots appearing with guns attached to their shoulders.

"we gotta find a way out ourselves!" Killer told her, bringing up a wall of bones from floor to ceiling from Undyne's direction, ignoring her cry of pain for now, and he looked in at the others, yelling, "come on!"

They ran out, with the exception of Flowey who couldn't run, and Killer ran ahead, clearing a path. He kept bringing up bone walls behind him, and glanced behind his shoulder, seeing Papyrus also bringing up bone walls, helping him. He felt his HP go down, and he snapped his skull back around, seeing robots approaching, and he looked down, seeing some holes in his right coat sleeve, black liquid starting to stain the cloth.

"damnit." Killer muttered, summoning another Gaster Blaster and firing it, vaporizing the robots, and running down the hallway, the others following him.

He kicked open a door at the end of the hallway, seeing panels on the walls starting to open, and he put up a wall of bones over them, blocking the robots for a moment. Everyone quickly ran through the door, except Flowey because he couldn't run and Killer would continue to internally giggle about that until it lost it's humor. Killer ran in last, blocking the doorway with bones and slamming the door closed as the bones over the panels shattered. Everyone else but Killer and Flowey panted heavily, catching their breath, and Killer glared down at his arm, black liquid dripping onto the floor from his eye sockets and from his damn arm.

"BROTHER, YOU'RE HURT!" Papyrus yelped, kneeling next to him, hands hovering by his arm, debating on grabbing it.

"i'm fine, i don't even feel it." Killer told him.

"BUT YOU'RE STILL INJURED..." Papyrus frowned.

"but i don't feel it." Killer replied.

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER, KILLER! YOU ARE STILL INJURED, AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL FIND A WAY TO ADDRESS YOUR WOUNDS!" Papyrus said, getting up and looking around for something to wrap his arm with.

"ugh, you're worse than dust. i told you i'm fine, papyrus." Killer sighed.

"AND I INSIST TO WRAP YOUR WOUND BEFORE IT CAN WORSEN!" Papyrus replied.

"it is leaving an annoying trail behind me..." Killer muttered.

"IF THAT MOTIVATES YOU INTO ALLOWING ME TO HELP YOU, THEN SO BE IT!" Papyrus said, still searching.

"I could also help?" Toriel offered, Killer turning around to see her finishing healing Undyne's arm.

'wait, can dust use healing magic? damn, i gotta tell him once he wakes up.' 

Killer shrugged, "i don't care, whatever works."

Toriel nodded, kneeling next to him and gently rolling up his sleeve, revealing five different bullet holes, each leaking black blood.

"Is this... blood?" Toriel asked him. 

"kinda..." Killer replied.

"Strange... I wasn't aware monsters were able to bleed..." Toriel said quietly.

"most can't. lucky can but my blood's different from his." Killer replied as she put her hands around his arm, gently holding it.

"Lucky?" Toriel asked in confusion.

"it's what i call sans. dust and horror call him sans, but i just call him lucky." Killer replied, seeing her hands envelop in green flames, not burning him.

"Oh, I see..." Toriel said, and Killer watched the green flames, enjoying the sight of the flames.

"how do you use healing magic anyways?" Killer asked, totally not planning on telling Dust what to do in order to use it.

"I don't know that you could use it, but I personally just concentrate on healing the injury. I focus on my want to help someone, or on wanting the injury or pain to go away, and it works on all except for poisons..." Toriel replied, looking down sadly at the last part.

"chara?" Killer asked, and she looked at him in surprise.

"How did you know?" Toriel asked.

"i knew them in my timeline. we... talked about pretty much everything." Killer told her.

"Oh my god... Are... Are they here?..." Toriel asked.

"in short: yes. ask the kid and they'll explain everything." Killer told her.

"I will..." Toriel said, some tears in her eyes as she continued, asking, "How did you know them? Were you close?"

Killer went still, going completely motionless for a moment before saying, "i don't wanna talk about it."

"Oh... alright." Toriel said, and she finished healing his arm, leaving dark gray scars on his bones.

"thanks." Killer said, and she let go of his arm, and he said, "now we just gotta find the brat and asgore, and get the hell out of here."

"M-Maybe we c-can talk to C-Captain Al-Aldergrave? T-Talk this o-out?..." Alphys suggested.

"look, i know her type. she wants us dead, plain and simple, and she won't stop until she's stopped. there's no talking to her." Killer said.

". . . MAYBE WE CAN STILL TRY?" Papyrus suggested, "I KNOW YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN PEOPLE, BUT IF WE TRY JUST ONCE TO UNDERSTAND WHY SHE'S DOING THIS, MAYBE WE CAN DISUADE HER FROM TRYING TO KILL US? IF IT FAILS, THEN WE CAN DO IT YOUR WAY. OK?" Papyrus asked him.

". . ." Killer was silent for a moment, before sighing, "fine. once. otherwise we do it my way. got it?"

"THANK YOU!" Papyrus thanked him, and he huffed, looking down the hallway.

"we gotta keep moving, let's go." Killer said, and he started walking.

"He's in a... good mood." Toriel noted.

"He's usually not this pissy, though from what I've seen he's got some nasty mood swings. Even then, that doesn't explain this, so he's definitely pissed off about something." Flowey said, and Killer heard everyone start following him. 

"Language, Flowey." Toriel scolded lightly, before saying, "Do you know what happened to him? He's... very different from Sans..."

"No, but I know bits and pieces about him and Dust. Dust uh... I keep my distance from him. I said something I shouldn't have and he uh... he was angry." Flowey said.

"you had it coming, weed!" Killer said over his shoulder.

"I kinda did. Don't get Dust mad at you if you can help it. As for Horror... Haven't interacted much with him yet..." Flowey said.

"horror's not too bad... sometimes." Killer said, "just don't tick him off. he can get uhh... violent. actually, do tick him off. it's very entertaining."

"I'm definitely not making him mad then." Flowey said.

Killer peeked around a corner, seeing that the coast was clear, and signaled for the others that it was safe before he kept walking. They followed him around the corner, and Killer watched where he stepped in case there was any type of pressure plates on the floor. He didn't see any, but he still treaded carefully. Then, an idea came to mind, and he stopped walking, holding his hand up, making them stop.

"there's something right here. step over it." Killer said, taking an extra wide step over the floor before he kept walking, the others following his actions.

Killer walked forward a few more steps, before stopping again, walking around the middle of the floor, back to the wall, and the others followed him. He jumped away from the wall and over to the other side of the hallway, and they followed him. This was too good. Killer kept going, doing a few more completely unnecessary maneuvers over the harmless floor before Flowey seemed to catch on, snickering. Killer snorted too, unable to help himself.

"WHY ARE YOU BOTH LAUGHING?" Papyrus asked, looking between them.

". . . Oh you slimy little-! There was no traps!" Undyne snapped, and Killer doubled over in a fit of giggles.

Killer couldn't help it, the borderline insane, giddy, and playful giggling, wiping some fake tears and some Broken Determination from his eye sockets, and he could hear Flowey laughing.

"oh my god, that was perfect!" Killer said, laughing. 

Undyne sighed, and Killer settled down after a moment, pulling himself together as he kept walking, still snickering occasionally. 

"You're a jerk, Killer." Undyne said after a moment, and Killer smirked.

"thanks~"

Killer peeked through another door, seeing a bunch of robots inside, and he slammed the door shut, cursing under his breath. Killer looked back at them, eyelights faintly in his eye sockets, and he narrowed his eye sockets, looking back at the door from the corner of his vision.

"W-What is it?" Alphys asked.

"we have company. a lot of it. you guys wait out here, and i'll come get you when i finish up, ok?" Killer said, looking back at them as his eyelights flickered out.

"I WILL ACCOMPANY YOU, BROTHER! WE CAN FIGHT THEM FOR SURE!" Papyrus said.

"no way. dust would kill me if you got hurt. you need to wait out here." Killer told him.

"KILLER, PLEASE! I WANT TO HELP YOU!" Papyrus pleaded.

"no." Killer told him, and Papyrus picked him up with one arm. Killer struggled, asking, "the hell are you doing?!"

"I'M COMING WITH YOU!" Papyrus told him.

Killer bit back several things he could say, and he kept struggling. His eyelights faintly appeared in his eye sockets again, glaring in Papyrus's direction. Damn, how was Papyrus so damn strong?!

"Hey! I don't wanna go in there with you two!" Flowey yelled.

"YOU CAN HELP TOO! YOU TRIED TO KILL MY BROTHER BEFORE, NOW YOU CAN HELP ME PROTECT HIM!"

"i don't need protecting! you do!"

"WELL THEN FLOWEY CAN PROTECT ME WHILE I HELP YOU FIGHT!" Papyrus told him, and Killer groaned in irritation, eyelights vanishing.

Flowey latched onto Undyne's right arm, pulling himself off of Papyrus. The irritating flower blew a raspberry at Papyrus, and he sighed, giving up on it. Papyrus opened the door, closing it right away and he immediately brought up a bone wall to block the laser guns, and he put Killer down. Killer glared at him, summoning his Gaster Blaster and firing it, obliterating the robots. From there more robots emerged from the walls, and started firing at Papyrus, who was able to dodge.

"OH MY GOD! I DID IT! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!" Papyrus cheered, "DID YOU SEE ME?!"

"yeah, yeah good job! now keep your damn guard up!" Killer snapped, leaping over several robots, going behind them and firing a sharp bone through all of their heads. 

"I WILL!" Papyrus replied, summoning several bones and firing them at the robot's heads, hitting them most of the time.

Killer sighed, summoning sharp bones into his hands and jumping on a robot's shoulders, stabbing the bone into it's head before pulling the bone out, leaping off of it and onto another one. He sent sharp bones through their knees, making them crumble and sending sharp bones out of the ground as they fell, deactivating them. He dropped the sharp bones and teleported onto Papyrus's shoulders, sharp bones surrounding them in a dense circle, before firing out and stabbing through the robots' heads. Killer jumped off of his shoulders and back onto the ground, lunging at another robot and punching it's head off, grabbing the robot's arm and swinging in a circle before throwing it into more robots, sending them back where he had sharp bones shoot out of the walls and stab into their heads. Killer glanced back at Papyrus, seeing him dodging and blocking laser blasts while summoning more bones and Killer fired more sharp bones through the robots' heads.

"THANK YOU, BROTHER!"

"don't mention it. on your left." Killer said, warning him of an incoming attack while dealing with robots that were approaching him, and he heard the robot by Papyrus deactivate. 

They kept fighting for a few more minutes, Killer actually kind of impressed with his fighting skills, and a bit bitter about them, but he forced those thoughts aside, focusing on the fight. After a bit more fighting, the robots stopped appearing, and Killer looked around the room.

"I THINK THAT WAS ALL OF THEM!" Papyrus grinned victoriously.

"looks like it. you... you were good, papyrus. i'm uhh... i'm impressed." Killer admitted quietly, and he regretted it once Papyrus's face lit up.

"REALLY?!?!?!" Papyrus asked, picking him up in a tight hug, clearly excited.

"hey! put me down!" Killer snapped, squirming.

"SORRY..." Papyrus replied, but he didn't sound sorry. He did put Killer down, though, and Killer sighed as Papyrus kept talking, "YOU DID EXTREMELY WELL TOO, BROTHER! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND YOU, THE DARING KILLER, SUCCESSFULLY DEFEATED OUR ROBOTIC FOES!"

Killer sighed, Papyrus skipping to the door to let the others in, clearly in a good mood. Killer kicked at a broken robot head at his feet, kicking it at a wall, and ducking when it bounced off and sailed over where his head was. He glared at the head, and heard the others talking, glancing over at them.

"I DID IT! I HELPED KILLER FIGHT AND I DIDN'T GET HIT NOT ONCE! HE EVEN SAID I IMPRESSED HIM! NYEH HEH HEH!!!" Papyrus grinned proudly.

"That's great, Papyrus!!" Undyne grinned, wrapping him in a tight side hug.

Flowey was on her other arm, and he grinned, "Oh ho ho! Could it be?~ Does Killer actually still care?~" 

"weed, one more word outta you and i'll slice and dice you into confetti." Killer said, glaring into Flowey's eyes.

Flowey shuddered, gulping a bit and looking off to the side, trembling a little before composing himself. Heh, composing. Compost. Killer smirked at his own joke, biting back a laugh and heading towards the door at the end of the room. Killer went to open the door, but it opened before he could reach the handle. He immediately backed up, summoning a sharp bone into his left hand and pointing it forward, stopping a mere inch in front of Chara's face. Crap. They flinched back a bit, looking at him in a mixture of surprise and relief.

"Killer?" Chara asked.

"brat." Killer replied, dropping the bone and putting his hands in his pockets, getting out of the way as Toriel ran forward.

"My child! Are you alright?" Toriel asked, looking them over for injuries.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ok, thank you." Chara thanked her. 

"You must be Killer, correct?" Asgore asked, getting his attention; Killer hadn't even noticed he was there.

"yup." Killer replied. 

"You're the one Frisk said not to trust, right?" Raphael asked, putting a strange gun in a holster on his belt.

"awwwww, you telling them how awesome i am?~" Killer grinned at Chara, who rolled their eyes at him.

"As if... I was explaining the situation to Raphael and told Asgore more about you and the other two. I'm surprised Dust has you out here fighting." Chara said.

"he doesn't. some laser tranq or something hit him, knocked him and the other two out cold. found them asleep in the subconscious, and i tried waking them up, but no luck. so, i'm on a rescue mission. also, raphael, your captain is crazy." Killer said.

"Yeah, I... I'm seeing that. I knew she didn't like monsters, but I didn't think she'd do this... Are all of you ok?" Raphael asked.

"yeah, we're good." Killer answered. 

"Good. I uhh... I grabbed some EMP guns for everyone to use. They'll deactivate the robots." Raphael said, shrugging off a black camo backpack and opening it, pulling out four more of those strange guns, identical to the one in Raphael's holster.

". . . why are you helping us?" Killer asked, narrowing his eye sockets at him.

"Because I'm on your side. I want peace between us, and Captain Aldergrave clearly went rogue. Besides, the treaty was resolved once we found out what she did, and there's security footage of her starting Protocol Dustbath without prior orders or authorization, not to mention throwing you, or Sans, into one of the most dangerous combat rooms." Raphael replied.

"yeah, dust had fun with that one." Killer said. 

Raphael grimaced, before continuing, "Anyways, they saw her shoot him, and how you reacted when you exited the room, running straight to get the others once locking her in. Everyone agreed on a treaty shortly after, seeing how you didn't kill her even after you had perfect reason to, and how you are acting in self defense. Besides, I think they were trying to cover their losses by avoiding huge issues with insubordination and avoiding responsibility for her trying to potentially start a war, but uh... let's keep that to ourselves... Anyways, after that, I was sent to help you all take her down and arrest her."

"He's telling the truth, I was there." Asgore said. 

"so, we just need to stop killer robots and the second genocidal psycho i've dealt with in my life? awesome." Killer sighed.

"Well you're in a great mood. What's wrong?" Chara asked.

"like i'd tell you." Killer hissed. 

"You miss Dust and Horror and you're pissed off they're not here, aren't you?" Chara asked, and Killer glared daggers at them.

"i hate you." Killer muttered. 

"Which means I'm right." Chara said. 

"i can still hate you." Killer glared off to the side, crossing his arms.

"Drat, and to think I got you something in case you were fighting." Chara said, and he glanced at them from the corner of his eye sockets, admittedly curious.

". . . what is it?" Killer asked.

Chara reached into their pocket, pulling out a knife, holding it out to him. Killer stared at it for a moment, a memory flashing in his mind.

"Hey Sans, come here!" Chara called out, and Sans looked over at them, approaching them after dusting one of the monsters that was still hiding in the castle.

"what is it?" Sans asked, looking for them, and seeing them exiting a room, something held behind their back.

They had a smile on their face as usual, grinning at him in excitement and anticipation. He'd gotten used to that smile, and he often found one forming on his own face half the time. He looked at them with a blank expression, faint curiosity bubbling in his soul. It wasn't often he felt much of anything, and just thinking about what his tormentor partner in crime had made his curiosity grow.

"I want to give you something. You gave me that knife earlier, you know, when you started without me, so I wanted to give you something too! To return the favor! You know what I say about favors, don't you?~" Chara asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly.

"'don't owe anyone anything so they have nothing to hold over you'." Sans repeated what they'd told him multiple times before, voice flat.

"Exactly!" Chara chirped, grinning at him, "And what else did I tell you?"

Sans tried sifting through everything they'd ground into his mind everything they'd told him, but he couldn't think of the specific thing they wanted him to say.

"umm...." Sans started, unsure.

"Ha! 'You do everything you can to make your friends happy, and they'll make you happy', silly! And who's your only friend? Your best friend, Sans?~" Chara asked him, voice sickeningly sweet.

"you." Sans replied.

"That's right! So, to make you happy, I want to give you something! You can always find it right in this room. I want you to have it. I want you to come get it as soon as the Reset happens, and use it! Ok?" Chara asked.

". . . what is it?" Sans asked.

Chara removed their hand from behind their back, revealing a knife as they held it out to him, smiling brightly at him. He saw his reflection in the blade, a faint smiley face similar to Chara's hovering over his face, and he grasped the handle after a moment, the blade flashing a slight red, a sharp pang of pain in his soul before it went away.

"Do you like it?" Chara asked, smiling at him, and he nodded numbly, knowing the answer they wanted from him, "Yay! Now, here's what I want you to do, partner! I want you to kill Asgore with it for me, ok? Can you do that for me, my best friend forever?~"

"of course..." Sans replied, turning his skull to look back out into the doorway.

"Sans?" Chara shook his shoulder a bit, and he jumped back, his eyelights faintly appearing in his eye sockets and looking up at Chara, who looked concerned, "Are you ok?"

"yeah, just uh... deja vu, that's all..." Killer replied, looking down at the glowing red smiling face hovering over his face in the blade's reflection.

He took it from them, the blade glowing bright red as his magic coursed into the blade, and his soul pulsed, glowing brighter as it fed into the blade, making it much more dangerous. The glow dimmed down, and he looked away from his reflection, back at Chara, seeing that they looked like they realized what he remembered.

"Oh, I.... I'm so sorry." Chara apologized.

"it's fine." Killer said, before looking back at the others, saying, "come grab an emp gun, that way you can help deactivate these stupid robots, unless you just want me to have all the fun?~"

Killer laid the teasing tone on thick, trying to distract himself from his own mind, and Chara grimaced a bit. Everyone else stepped forward, grabbing one of the guns, and Killer walked out past Asgore and Raphael, and he heard everyone talking about things quietly. Damnit, he should've known this would bring back memories. Memories he didn't want to fall into without Dust here, because if Chara decided to start pulling his damn strings, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from-

"K-Killer?" Alphys asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, and he flinched before he glanced over at her.

"what's up?" Killer asked.

"What ha-happened?" Alphys asked him.

"i just remembered something, that's all." Killer brushed her off. 

". . . W-What did they d-do to you?..." Alphys asked after a moment, looking at him in concern.

"i was lucky before i was this. what do you think they did to me?" Killer asked.

"I'm g-guessing n-nothing good..." Alphys said.

"nope." Killer verified.

". . . Do you want to talk about it?..." Alphys asked him.

"nope." Killer said again, and Alphys sighed.

"Do you w-want to talk a-about it w-with D-Dust and H-Horror?" Alphys asked him.

". . . not really..." Killer said.

"Sh-should you?" Alphys asked him.

". . . probably..." Killer sighed. 

"I w-would talk w-with them a-about it a-after all th-this, then..." Alphys advised, and Killer shrugged.

"maybe. i don't really feel like talking about the process of being frickin' brainwashed by that brat any time soon, though." Killer muttered, and Alphys looked like she was pitying him, "don't give me that look."

"S-Sorry... I umm..." Alphys coughed nervously, looking away from him and getting rid of her expression, "I d-don't th-think they m-meant to b-bring any m-memories back..."

"i know. i never said they did." Killer said, "i just can't look at them without being reminded of exactly what they're like in my timeline. what they did to me, what they made me do... what they made me into... i don't trust them, and it is taking a lot of self control to both not kill you and/or not kill them. they know how my head works and they know what switches to flip. just stay the hell away from me until the others are awake, because you cannot trust me or them right now, ok? especially not them, so just watch them for me. this timeline or not, i don't trust them." Killer said, and he saw Alphys grow scared, before nodding. 

"O-Ok..." Alphys replied.

"super." Killer said, and he started walking, hearing the others start following him.

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing WIth Demons Chapter 16: Nothing So Small Part 2: Cee

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump @d-cs

Riley and I rematerialized in the basement, just outside the rune. I fell to the floor, exhausted, and fought to stay conscious. Teleporting on my own would take some getting used to. Riley stumbled beside me but stayed on their feet. My eyes scanned the room until I saw Cliff, he was standing in the corner by the entrance to the sub-basement. He looked completely surprised. Good. 

I grabbed my new shotgun from where it was slung over my back and pointed it at him. He started to say something but I didn’t hesitate before I fired. Again and again I fired and reloaded until I was out of shells. I had been avoiding using guns for over a decade, but that was the good thing about shotguns, your aim didn’t have to be perfect. 

He had a magical shield of course, so nothing actually hit him, but the impact forced him back up against the wall and each subsequent shot weakened that shield just a little bit. 

When Riley fired off a blast of lighting at Cliff with a motion like a punch it weakened the shield a lot. 

Unfortunately it was at that moment that Cliff recovered from the shock enough to fire off a shot of his own. He quickly drew the shape of a rune with his fingers and his own bolt of lightning arced straight for Riley, I grabbed them and teleported us right next to him. I managed to stay on my feet this time despite the fatigued empty feeling in my gut and Riley recovered fast enough to hit Cliff with a blast of force that knocked his head hard into the wall. 

Things would have been going exactly according to plan if Riley had then fired off a second blast to knock him out. Then his shield would’ve dropped and it would just take one more blast of lightning to get rid of all our problems. But when Riley pushed his hand out towards Cliff again nothing happened and, fast as one of the lightning bolts that had just been fired off, Cliff grabbed Riley and threw them away from me. 

He cast more lightning and Riley crossed their arms in front of them and activated the shield runes on their forearms just in time. The room was beginning to reek of thick ozone. 

I held my shotgun by the still hot barrel and swung it like a club against Cliff’s shield until he turned to me and grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to drop the weapon. 

“Time for a little payback.” He said with a smile as he started to squeeze harder. I scratched and clawed at his hand but it was no use, his shield protected him. “You’re quite the little firecracker, huh?” 

I tried my hardest to concentrate despite the lack of oxygen reaching my brain, but nothing happened except for it getting even harder to stay conscious. 

“Are you trying to teleport me, you fat bitch?” Cliff growled. “Unfortunately for you, I learned my lesson after my little confrontation with your demon.” Cliff used his free hand to pull up his shirt until a fresh tattoo of a complex rune was visible. “I’m bound to this form until the ritual starts, it’s not going to work.” 

As I started to black out I was overcome with a wave of hopelessness. Then Riley crashed into Cliff, knocking all of us to the floor. I was just starting to pick myself up when my muscles locked up. 

I couldn’t move. 

I could see Riley was frozen too, their fast breath moving their chest the only indicator that they weren’t dead. 

“Well, you two certainly caught me by surprise, but playtime’s over.” Cliff stood up and brushed off his clothes. “And before you try to teleport away, surely you can feel the mana fatigue. Another jump will kill you.”

He was right. Each previous teleportation had left me more and more tired, and I knew I didn’t have another in me. 

I had let Avi down. We were going to lose. 

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

A Clash Between Blue And White

i'm not giving context (also i'm finally writing something reality haxxors related let us all cheer)

———

"I was thinking..."

"What if..."

"Shut UP!"

With a snap of a finger, a bunch of daggers glitch into reality and fly towards the enemy. A clash between two men, an intense one at that. The man in blue knew that the offer of the man in white is all too ridiculous, so he thought that rejecting it would be more better.

"I didn't even say anything yet! How stupid..." The man in white—Arisato—said, in a tone of voice that seems to be mimicking one of distress. The man in blue—Alex—knew all too well that it's all made up, however. An act; a pathetic act that he could see through like looking into glass. "I don't fucking care! Just shut the fuck up, and maybe we can end this in a civil manner!" Alex knew damn well he'd rather fight instead of talking the situation out, but at this rate, they've fought for Versio knows how long, and he's getting more tired each passing second.

After all, just because he has the Vignetta Data Bank with him, that doesn't inherently mean he won't get exhausted easily.

Arisato simply smirked, before teleporting away from Alex's view. "Fuck- where are you?!" The man in blue shouts out, but no response. He could feel a presence behind him soon after, and then—

A gun to the back of his head.

Alex quickly types in something into his Vignetta Data Bank, before snapping his finger, summoning a bunch of daggers to float behind the two of them, aiming towards Arisato. "You can't shoot me, y'know. If you even do anything, I'll let these daggers stab you and you'll be gone in no time." Alex threatens, a small smile on his face as he could hear Arisato's heavy breaths behind him.

The man in white then lowered down his gun. Obviously, he doesn't want to die yet. He's the leader of his own group of people, after all. There's no way he's going to let himself get killed off that easily. Alex could feel the same way about that. The Reality Haxxors are nothing without him.

Arthesia isn't a rightful leader to replace him yet.

None of the other members are capable enough to become a leader either, especially Haruki—their most recent member.

Tyler...

...He doesn't have a Vignetta Data Bank.

"...Do you think I want any of this?"

He asks a question to Arisato, but no response came.

"...I said, do you think I want any of—"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Alex swiftly turns around to fully face the leader of the Universe Destroyers. Arisato looked at him as if he genuinely is confused, and frankly, he is genuinely confused. What would Alex mean by that? What did Alex truly wanted?

"Do you think I ever wanted to even be a member of Reality Haxxors?" Alex's question was met with silence once again. "...I'd much rather be a normal citizen in some random universe than be here, living in a stupid void that connects all of the universes together, doing monitoring work and fighting a bunch of corrupted datas." He then added, looking down towards the ground sadly.

"Are you trying to gain my pity?"

"No. Not at all. I just wanted to ask if you really did think that."

"...No. I never did."

Silence.

"....But..."

"But?"

Arisato dropped his gun, the sound of it hitting the ground startling Alex in an instant. "What the-"

"But I do understand you in some way." Arisato speaks up again, cutting off Alex's sentence in a rather sudden matter. Alex looks back at Arisato, clear shock in his eyes. "Wha...what...?" He forces out.

He doesn't understand.

If Arisato really didn't wanted to do any of this bullshit...

...Then why the FUCK DID HE DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!

A push, a fall, and the daggers come to aim at the man in white once again. "Shut up, shut up, shut the FUCK UP! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME ONE BIT!" The man in blue screams out, all of the pent up anger and emotions finally spilling out in an instant.

He's tired of this bullshit.

He's tired of playing leader.

He's tired of fighting this stupid, wretched piece of shit...!

"Ah-"

"DON'T EVEN DARE SAY A WORD, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Alex snaps his finger, and then the daggers fly straight towards Arisato. The Universe Destroyers leader simply teleports away before the daggers could get to him, though.

"Wh- GODDAMNIT! YOU GET BACK HERE!"

"You have to at least calm down a little, Mr. Vignetta."

"IF YOU REALLY DIDN'T WANT SO MUCH POWER TO BEGIN WITH, THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN ATTEMPTING TO CORRUPT EACH UNIVERSE TO BEGIN WITH?!"

"...It is a desire I can't shake away, sadly."

Their somewhat tame situation immediately shifted to another ruthless battle between the two. A clash of weapons, the occasional snap of a finger, and the sounds of gunshots.

Two leaders fighting.

It might as well end in bloodshed.

[fandom-smut-shots]

Striker x Reader - Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure 2

  Chapter 1

Chapter 3

        All of your coworkers could sense the change in your mood at work the following day. They’d all expected you to be late, or to not show at all after your date. But you arrived bright and early, looking more than a little exhausted, clutching a cup of cheap coffee like it owed you money. You sat in your usual seat at the meeting table, feet propped up in an empty chair, cleaning your guns and reloading your ammo as Blitzø rambled on about the company’s newest client.

         “And how was your date, (y/n)?” he inquired suddenly, nearly causing you to drop your weapon in surprise. You turned to look at him with wide eyes, your lips set into a hard frown.

         “It was fantastic,” you replied, placing your gun on the table. “I sat in my apartment until midnight and then I went to bed.”

         Millie gasped loudly beside you. “He stood you up?!”

         “I knew something like this would happen,” Moxxie sighed, shaking his head.

         “Just shut up, okay?” you grumbled, downing the rest of your coffee. “I don’t need your fucking pity. You told me not to fuck with him, and this is what I get for not listening. Can we just move onto work already? I need to fucking shoot someone.”

         “I have just the client for you!” Blitzø grinned, stepping aside to reveal a white board covered in poorly drawn stick figures. You groaned in unison with Moxxie at the display, picking your teeth with your nail as your boss began to explain.

         “She died in a coma, and shortly after she was admitted to the hospital, her boyfriend cheated on her with her sister,” Blitzø animatedly elucidated, throwing white boards to the floor as he progressed through the toddler-esque scribbles. “She’s hired us to track down the cheating son of a bitch and his new hoe and take them out.”

         “She died in a coma?” you questioned, raising a brow. “How’d she end up here?”

         “Before the coma, she was known for getting into bar fights and putting other people in comas,” your boss continued with a shit-eating grin. “The last loser she fought with ended up dead, and someone smashed our client’s head into the bar.”

         “And she understands that she’ll spend eternity with her cheatin’ ex and his side bitch once we kill ‘em?” Millie questioned.

         “Not my problem,” Blitzø shrugged. “Now, who wants to kill a sinner?”

         All three of you raised your hands, and your boss cheered before the four of you set out for the mission.

           A groan sounded from your lips as you slumped down onto a bar stool, resting your weight against the bar while half-heartedly raising one hand to get the bartender’s attention. His brow raised upon drawing closer to you, but he kept his commentary to himself as you ordered your drink of choice. He nodded before turning around to prepare it, leaving you to your business.

         Dried blood matted your hair and stained your clothes. Scrapes and bruises littered your entire body, and you could feel a lump forming on the back of your head. You hadn’t even bothered to shower after the job, opting instead to come straight to the bar to drink away the bad night.

         All had started off perfectly fine. The I.M.P. crew teleported to the living world, easily located the targets, and had the perfect shots lined up for a clean kill. It should have been simple. It should have been easy.

         Until Stolas called Blitz, and your airhead of a boss hadn’t bothered to silence his phone, and the humans heard the screeching ringtone from the bushes where the four of you had been hiding. They were braver (or dumber) than most of your hits, and they came running towards the foliage with weapons of their own. Their spunk caught you off guard, allowing the cheating ex you were after to strike you across the face with his fist. You howled as you were thrown to the side, the impact sending you flying to the ground.

Blitz growled and aimed a gun at the man’s head, but he was knocked unconscious by a metal baseball bat before he could pull the trigger. You pulled your own gun and fired without properly aiming, shooting the cheating ex’s new bitch in the leg. She squealed and lunged towards you, manicured nails poised for a scratch-off. The blow to your head had left you dizzy, slowing your movements just enough for her to catch you. Millie leapt onto her back with a cry, looping a rope around her neck and pulling it tight, but your face had already been raked with barely sharpened nails by the time she fell to the ground.

You pulled a knife from your boot and began slicing, not particularly focused on your aim so long as it wasn’t one of your coworkers. Blood spattered everything around you by the time you were done, and Moxxie carried a still-unconscious Blitz through the portal after Millie called for Loona to open it.

The bartender returned with your drink, which you immediately drew to your lips. You swallowed half of it by the time a presence approached your left side, taking the empty stool beside you.

“You look like shit, little lady,” came a familiar southern drawl. You groaned inwardly, in no mood to deal with Striker’s bullshit tonight.

“Gee, thanks,” you replied, not sparing him a glance. “Is that why you never showed up?”

“Had a job,” he offered lamely with a half-hearted shrug, nodding to the bartender as he was served a bottle of beer.

“What an original excuse,” you countered, swallowing the rest of your beverage.

“It’s the truth, darlin’,” he countered. “What’s it to you? Not like we’re datin’.”

“Suppose not,” you murmured. Millie had been right. Hell, you had been right. He was not boyfriend material, and you should have been glad he hadn’t shown up for your date.

“I could make it up to you,” he offered, and fuck why did your heart have to flutter at those words?

“How?” you questioned before you could come to your senses and tell him to fuck off.

“Let me take you out,” Striker shrugged simply. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Hm, where have I heard that before?”

He snickered, and the sound went straight to your core. Get a grip of yourself, dammit. You are not sleeping with Striker.

“Come on, I mean it this time,” he insisted, finally turning to look at you. You refused to meet his gaze, though you could see his reptilian eyes in your peripheral vision, and goddamn they were hypnotizing.

“Fine,” you agreed, because you apparently had shit for self-preservation instincts when it came to hot cowboys. “But this is your last shot. Stand me up again and I’ll fucking kill you.”

He grinned, taking your words as a challenge. “I’d love to see you try, darlin’.”

He paid for his drink- and yours, much to your surprise- and tipped his hat to you, offering you a wink before he strutted out of the bar.

Oh, Millie was going to kill you.

[antisociallilbrat]

IT/TUA Crossover

Okay I've been bouncing this idea around in my head for a while and I want to share my thoughts. I also kinda want to write this into a oneshot but we will see. Also this is only a crossover in the sense that the Losers are in the place of the TUA fam. So like what would happen if the Losers were the ones born with the marigold and adopted by Reginal Hargreeves. I mean....both TUA and IT have seven main characters so how could I not try to merge the two?

Anyways moving on to who get's what marigold (powers) and I have some maybe controversial opinions

I'm not basing this on the TUA character's personalities, just their powers btw

AAAA also for those not familiar with TUA, the numbers don't really matter, like just because someone is "Number 1" doesn't necessarily make them the leader

Number 1 with the power of strength should be Mike and my reasoning for this is because Mike has a strong heart and he would love his adopted siblings (the Losers) and would use his strength to protect them- also Mike staying at the academy the longest, hoping his family would come back

Number 2 who's power is uhhhh how do you word that? Super Aim? Basically he never misses AND he can stop something in motion in it's tracks, like bullets fired from a gun- Anywho I think this should be Ben. I feel bad bc this is my least favorite power (but I LOVE Deigo) but I like the idea of Ben being a knife guy, it's outta pocket and no one would expect it

Number 3- Mind control- Miss little "I heard a rumor" is definitely Bev. I don't have to say much about this, but Bev using her rumor power to get ahead and be one of the most successful people in Hollywood- not that she needs much help. But also like how Luther and Allison have that weird relationship, her and Ben would have that too

Number 4, the power to commune with the dead and *Spoilers for TUA season 3* the power to come back to life after dying. This is where I get a little controversial but hear me out...I feel like this should be Bill. Unlike his TUA counterpart Klaus, Bill would channel his fear of ghosts into writing and he becomes a bestselling authors selling stories that the ghosts tell him. In an interview he gets asked how he comes up with these ideas and he just shrugs "They just come to me" and meanwhile the ghost who told him the story is yelling at him. I do think that LIKE Klaus he would distance himself from his family

Number 5 who can teleport and time travel is obviously Stan. Stan is literally an 85 year old man in a 13 year olds body. Stan is already a little unhinged but getting lost in time, seeing THREE apocalypses and constantly trying to save his hairbrained family. Five in TUA IS Stan. An old soul who loves his family but also wants to murder them because they somehow keep causing the world to end. Also Stan would be so mad at himself that he hasn't mastered time travel since teleporting came so naturally to him

Number 6, the ability to summon tentacles out of his chest is Richie. Which also means Richie is dead. RIP. He's dead for everyone else but Bill can NOT get rid of him. Remember Bill talks to the dead? Richie would be following him around and aggravating Bill every chance he gets. Bill acts annoyed but he is happy he gets to talk to his technically dead brother while the rest of his adopted siblings had to mourn him. Just imagine all of the BICHIE friendship moments I could write if I wrote this ship. Richie would make so many dead jokes

Number 7, the power to turn sound waves into energy is Eddie. Poor Eddie who was constantly told he didn't have any powers bc Reggie was terrified of them. Jokes on Reggie. Eddie ended the world. Twice. And he's the strongest one of the bunch. I feel like that would be a strong character moment for him

I want write parts of this AU, I love it. Who knows if I'll ever find the time. Also yes ik there's spelling/grammar errors. I am tired

[thecreaturecodex]

Daemon, Ballistidaemon

“Gunslinger 2″ © Rob Brunette, accessed at his ArtStation here

[Commissioned by @hiswrathundoesthewicked​. It feels like a daemon of guns has been a long time coming, and the commissioner asked me to use this image to build on top of. I made it a CR 15 in order to play well with other industrial themed daemons like the crucidaemon and sordesdaemon]

Daemon, Ballistidaemon CR 15 NE Outsider (extraplanar) This creature is vaguely humanoid, although its long arms and pointed legs conspire to make it as comfortable on all fours as on its hind legs. Eight thin tentacles grow from its neck and shoulders, each tipped with a metallic tube. Its head is a skull-like wedge, with a beaked mouth twisted into the shape of a sardonic grin.

Among the newest species of daemons, ballistidaemons are the embodiment of death by firearms. They were created by the Horseman of War, who has embraced guns as a way to kill dramatically and en masse. Few ballistidaemons care for subtlety or discretion, instead acting as living weapons platforms in daemonic incursions into other planes. When not fighting, they are usually hard at work making weapons for other daemons or their cults.

Although some ballistidaemons carry manufactured firearms (particularly if they wish to snipe with a rifle), they do not require them. A ballistidaemon has guns literally growing from its body, attached to whip-like tentacles that grow from its neck and shoulders. It generates ammunition magically for this armamenr, and can lay down a withering rate of fire. A ballistidaemon has a wide array of tricks and staggeringly good luck, although it can only refresh these skills by taking the lives of worthy opponents. Thus, even though ballistidaemons do love to mow down innocent bystanders and slaughter civilians, they make an effort to find challenging enemies to test their skills against on the battlefield. They only engage in melee if an antimagic field or similar effect prevents their infinite bullets from forming, but they can still deliver damage with their beaked jaws and clawed hands.

The one weakness ballistidaemons have is sartorial. They enjoy dressing in flamboyant costumes, a personal affectation that some other daemons view as a foolish weakness. These hats, boots, ponchos and other accessories are often magical, but some are chosen for no other reason than fashion.

Ballistidaemon CR 15 XP 51,200 NE Medium outsider (daemon, extraplanar, evil) Init +11; Senses darkvision 60 ft., detect good, Perception +26, true seeing Defense AC 29, touch 20, flat-footed 29 (+9 Dex, +1 dodge, +9 natural) hp 212 (17d10+119) Fort +12, Ref +19, Will +16 DR 10/good and silver; Immune acid, death effects, disease, poison; Resist cold 10, electricity 10, fire 10; SR 26 Defensive Abilities evasion, improved uncanny dodge Offense Speed 40 ft., air walk Melee 2 claws +22 (1d8+5), bite +22 (1d6+5) Ranged +1 pistol +27/+22/+17/+12 touch or +25/+25/+20/+15/+10 touch (1d8+1/19-20x4) Special Attacks armament, deeds (deadeye, gunslinger’s dodge, quick clear, gunslinger initiative, pistol whip, utility shot, dead shot, startling shot, targeting, bleeding wound, expert loading, lightning reload, evasive, menacing shot, slinger’s luck), fusillade Spell-like Abilities CL 15th, concentration +21 Constant—air walk, detect good, true seeing At will—greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. objects only) 3/day—bullet shield, fire seeds (DC 22), shout (DC 20) 1/day—blasphemy (DC 23), greater shout (DC 24), summon (level 4, 1 derghodaemon, 50%) Statistics Str 21, Dex 28, Con 24, Int 16, Wis 23, Cha 23 Base Atk +17; CMB +22; CMD 42 (46 vs. trip) Feats Deadly Aim, Dodge, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (firearms) (B), Gunsmithing (B), Improved Critical (pistol), Mobility, Nimble Moves, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Rapid Shot, Shot on the Run Skills Acrobatics +29 (+33 when jumping), Bluff +26, Craft (alchemy) +23, Knowledge (engineering, planes) +23, Perception +26, Sense Motive +26, Stealth +29 Languages Abyssal, Draconic, Infernal, telepathy 100 ft. SQ grit (6 points) Ecology Environment any land or underground (Abaddon) Organization solitary, pair or posse (3-6) Treasure standard Special Abilities Armament (Su) A ballistidaemon has eight tentacles, each tipped with a gun barrel that counts as a +1 pistol. A pistol has a range increment of 20 feet and deals both bludgeoning and piercing damage. At a range of up to 20 feet, a ballistidaemon’s pistol attacks resolve as touch attacks. While pistols normally consume bullets and black powder when fired, a ballistidaemon’s pistols supernaturally reload the instant it fires them without provoking attacks of opportunity, allowing the daemon to make multiple attacks in a round with the weapons. It can make iterative attacks with a single pistol at a time. These cannot be disarmed, but can be sundered (hardness 12, hit points 20). A ballistidaemon can regenerate a sundered armament as a standard action. A ballistidaemon does not provoke attacks of opportunity for using its armament in melee, and does not have a misfire chance with its armament. Deeds (Ex) A ballistidaemon has access to the deeds of a 15th level gunslinger, as listed in its stat block. It must spend grit to use these deeds as normal. The bonuses for gunslinger’s initiative and evasive are listed in its stat block above). Fusillade (Ex) As a full round action, a ballistidaemon can make a single shot with each of its armament tentacles (eight for a normal ballistidaemon). These attacks are made at its full attack bonus. It may split these attacks up among different opponents or the same opponent as it sees fit. Using this ability costs 1 grit point, and the grit cost cannot be reduced with Signature Deed. Grit (Ex) A ballistidaemon gains a number of grit points per day equal to its Wisdom modifier. This functions as the gunslinger class ability.

[littlestar222]

One of the widows

Author’s note: sorry if it sucks, I can rewrite it if you want to

Warning: blood, guns, mentions of death, swear words

It was supposed to be a nice family hang out. Going to the nearby dinner, walking around the park...not ending up in an abandoned place, hurt, almost dead. 

At least that was what Five hoped for, a nice family time with his siblings and lover. 

But of course, Commission was always following him, even after years of defeating the apocalypse, they never went away.

*a while ago*

“Klaus, for the last time, pineapple doesn’t belong on the pizza!”, his lover was losing patience with Klaus who was giggling like a child. 

“Have you ever tried it out?”

As they opened mouth to speak, Five teleported by their side and took their hand, “Leave them alone, Klaus”. His brother rolled his eyes and waited for Ben and Diego to catch up with them. 

“You’re brother needs to learn that fruits don’t go on-”

“It’s Klaus dear, he’ll never learn”, he smiled, finnaly feeling peacful. They all looked normal, a normal family out on their walk. Walking hand in hand with his love, he looked at his siblings, alive and safe, a bit annoying, but still his no matter what. 

“You’re smiling”, they said.

“Huh?”, Five looked at their beautiful eyes, loving them even more.

“What made you so happy?”, they wispered.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“So I know what to do when I want too see that beautiful smile again”, as they laughed, Allison turned around and smiled at the sight of her brother finnaly being happy.

“I am happy”, Five started, “becouse I get to spend time with the people I love”

“Awwww that’s so-”, a gunshot could be heard from afar. 

Diego ran first into the action, grabbing Klaus and Ben and pushing them towards, “Quick everyone, hide!”. Everyone ran towards the building,while Five and Diego stayed outside.

“Five, c’mon”

“No, I have to see-”

“They have a weapon and you have nothing”

“I don’t need a weapon-”

“Go! Hide!”, as Diego shouted multiple gunshots rang, almost killing them.

“Go!”, Five told his lover, “I’ll get you when’s safe”. 

“Promise?”

“Promise”

They ran to the safe space as Diego and Five stayed outside, waiting for any noise. For some time it was silent, until they heard a familiar sound of heels.

“Well, well, well”, a voice spoke from behind them, “look who we have here”.

Five sighed and turned around, “What do you want?”

“I won’t get a hello?”,the Handler titled her head, “pity”.

“What do you want?!”

“Oh nothing”, she said smiling, “just wanted to see how my favourite lads are doing?”

“Good until you decided to shoot at us”, Diego said, taking a step foward, but Five blocked him, “let me”, he wispered.

The Handler laughed, slowly getting closer. They could smell her perfume and feel her eagle eyes following their every movement. When she was one step away, she took off her glasses and glared at Five, "I don't want anything from you, that's not my plan dear"

"Then what's your plan?"

She smiled and looked at the old building, like on clue, gunshots could be heard.

It took a minute for Five to realize what was happening, "NO!", he yelled and jumped fowards but Diego took him by the back of his shirt stopping him in the proces, "It's not safe Five!"

"I don't care!"

As Five was fighting Diego's grip, Handler laughed while watching the scene in front of her, her laugh cut a bloody scream.

"(Y/N)!!!", Five shouted pushing Diego to the ground and running towards the old building.

Diego tried to stop him but it was too late, he already teleported to the house and saw the horror.

His siblings were surrounded around Klaus who was half asleep clunching on his bleeding arm. Allison was at his side trying to keep him awake. He looked around and froze in fear.

Y/N was in front of a man in a mask, gun in hand, aiming at his head. They seemed super calm despite the situation that they are in.

"You can leave him alive", Handler's voice rang.

"Y/N?", Five wispered, afraid of what will happend.

The man was looking up in horror, "You're-you're one of the Widows!".

"Correct!", Handler exclimed, turning to Five, "Five, meet  the Red Room's deadliest assasian".

The siblings gasped in shock, Y/N slowly turned around and glared at the Handler, "You promised you wouldn't say a word about it", they wispered, walking slowly towards the woman, "You swore-".

"The truth had to come out at one point, darling"

Five watched his lover. Not understaning what was happening.

“I think it’s time that you tell your lovely boyfriend who you really are”.

Y/N looked at the siblings, looking their eyes with Five’s.

“I’m Y/N Belova, and I’m one of the Black Widows of the Red Room”.

“And?”, the Handler asked.

“And I just beat up your people”

“And?”, she sang.

“I’m about to kill the Handler”.

[charmerquilled]

   One thing I want to talk about? How Rakan fought in Twin Stars.

What caught my attention the most was how Rakan pulled out the big guns when he fought against Ezreal.  No one threatens his love first of all, and it didn’t help the fact that this loser STOLE his place on Ahri’s team.

-- ( “Not today, lady.” Ezreal teleported in front of Sarah, firing bolts at the oncoming darts, only to be caught off guard by Rakan. One of his feathers clipped Ezreal’s gem, missing his heart by inches.

“There can only be one leading man, you know,” Rakan offered, almost amicably. “Yeah,” Ezreal agreed, taking aim with his gauntlet. “I’m pretty sure it’s me!” ( Twin Stars - Chapter four ) ) --

I want to believe Rakan’s corruption flared in the heat of the moment due to resentment and anger. Sure, his threat sounded amicable, but Rakan is loud and peppy for the sake of being a distraction. His aim was probably intended to kill Ez, but a split second moment of clarity made Rakan miss on purpose.

Afterward, he never REALLY lifted his feather blades again during the scuffle with Lux, Lulu, and Poppy. He might have thrown in some magical attacks to keep himself covered, but he mainly created distractions with swift charges to keep some attention off of the magenta Lhotlan.

Heck, Lux even trapped both corrupted guardians for a heartbeat, and even if Rakan broke away first, he made no move for revenge. Instead, he rushed to Xayah’s side to reflect Sarah’s long range attack with his shield. His heart REALLY wasn’t into this fight, even if it doesn’t seem like it to the others thanks to his great showmanship. But in reality, he wanted to keep his love safe since he had this feeling that the ‘’time’ was almost here.

Lastly, he never once TRIED to attack Sarah throughout the 15 chapters. She was an old teammate. A long time friend. Of course, he was angry at her, but it wasn’t an intensity that could be comparable to his partner. There was a BRIEF moment he saw Sarah weakened and down, and the corruption reminded him about what she had done... but ultimately, he chose to go after Xayah instead.

-- ( Rakan looked from Sarah to Xayah, some war inside him raging that Sarah didn’t understand. One side must have won out as he pivoted to Xayah, pulling her out of Zoe’s line of sight and away from the petrified stars above. (Twin Stars - Chapter 8)) --

However, there was a BRIEF moment where Rakan did attack his old team. Although, I want to believe it was merely for the sake of keeping his cover. Xayah was just knocked to the ground by Neeko, Zoe was having a massive growth spurt and had begun to tower over Valoran city itself in her chaotic tantrum. So Rakan had to make a move, and thus, he half heartedly threw a feather at Ahri.

I have a feeling he knew the vulpine would dodge, but he probably didn’t mean to hurt Sarah in the process. So this attack against Miss Fortune was NOT on purpose. But unfortunately for her, It still worked in his favor. Especially considering he probably absorbed more of Sarah's energy to make it his own when it clipped her shoulder.

-- ( “You wanna play?” Rakan shot a quill at Ahri. It missed, Ahri ducking it with ease, but the feather clipped Sarah’s shoulder instead. She screamed in pain. “You really tried to steal the show, but I think you’ll find we’re still the main attraction.” Rakan smirked. ((Twin Stars - Chapter 9 )) --

But yeah. In this ENTIRE short story, Xayah is the one mainly throwing the attacks to kill. Meanwhile, Rakan is battling this war of light and shadow in his head and trying to continue this HUGE act he had sustained for years while also trying his best to TRULY not go after the others.

[natewrightt]

hiiii, can you do the Five x deaf!reader where Lila threatens to kill the reader when she realize that Five killed her parents?????

Summary: Lila and The Handler figure out Five’s only weakness; the girl he loves the most.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x deaf!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Lila being a bitch, death, violence

Note: it concerns me how much you guys like my writing so here ya go!!!! 🤠

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“Sissy!” Vanya yelled, running to hug the woman. The rest of the Hargreeves siblings and Y/N came up behind her. “These are my brothers and sisters.”

Y/N smiled. She was glad to be accepted into the family.

“Look, I gave those powers to Harlan. I’m the only one who can help him.” She explained softly. Sissy nodded her head before letting the 8 of them into the barn to see a little boy floating with a blue circle of energy surrounding him. He was scared.

“Poor kid.” Y/N breathed, watching as Vanya tried to go into his little nest he had made for himself. Eventually, she just had to use her powers which was working. That was, until Klaus called everyone over to another door of the room.

And there was the Handler and Lila.

“Okay guys, stay here. Me and Y/N will go see what they want.” Five instructed, but was quickly interrupted when Diego volunteered to go with him. When he realized his brother wouldn’t take no for an answer, he caved.

“Ah! Hello Five. Diego.” The Handler spoke before turning to the girl. “Y/N! Didnt expect to see you here! How are you?”

“Terrible.” Y/N plastered a fake smile on her face.

“What are you doing here?” Five interrupts when Y/N looks 10 seconds away from cracking her skull open.

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“Yeah, well, it’s 3 to 2. You lose.” Diego sneers. The Handler chuckles.

“You sure about that?” She asks, before a bunch of people from the commission teleport from behind them. A bunch turns into a hundred, and a hundred turns into a few thousand. The three of them gulp, watching as it increases by every passing second.

Y/N’s grip tightens on Five’s hand as he speaks. “Diego?”

“Yeah?”

“RUN!” He yells, and the gunshots start. The other siblings notice and they quickly scatter away, trying their best to avoid getting shot. Five grabs onto the 2 of them and teleports behind a tractor where they can dodge the bullets. He attempts to teleport again, but fails.

“What’s wrong?!” Diego asks frantically.

“It’s not working. I need more energy.” Five explains weakly.

“Fuck me.” Y/N groans, covering her hands with her face. He smirks at her.

“Well, as much as I would love too, we’re about to die.”

She turns to him before smacking his head. Suddenly, a light source from the barn interrupts them. “Look, it’s Vanya!”

The siblings all take cover, Five wrapping his arms around Y/N while she tucked her head into his shoulder. A blast comes from Vanya causing all of the armed men to die.

However, it seemed that Lila and The Handler were safe.

Lila sensed a blast back, causing Vanya to crash onto the outside wall of the barn. Y/N hissed. That looked really painful.

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“How did she do that?!” Y/N whispered in panic as Five teleported them inside of Sissy’s house. He shrugged, trying to hide them. However, the weight of Luther caused bricks to fall on Five. The two gasped, trying to dig him up. All of a sudden, Lila teleported in front of them.

“How did you do that?” Luther asked, petrified. She laughed before kicking him out, leaving just her and Y/N.

“Where’s your husband?” She seethed, getting closer to her. Y/N gulped, attempting to show some pride.

“I-I don’t know.” Y/N stuttered out finally. Lila scoffed, throwing a painful punch to her cheek before moving along trying to find Five.

Once she was out of sight, the girl quickly dug up the bricks to retrieve Five. He coughed, brushing himself off before turning to Y/N.

“What happened?” He asked, running his thumb over her bleeding cheek.

“I’m fine, Five. You’re the one who literally just got crushed.” She jokes before pecking him quickly and running to help Diego.

The other siblings were there, just as confused as she was. They all talked it over before Klaus quickly had a realization. She was one of them.

“Wait, not biological, right?” Diego asks. They all give him a look before continuing.

“Where’s Five?” Luther asks Y/N. She turns to where she saw him last, but he was gone. They all turned to each other before dashing into the barn to see Lila choking Five with her foot.

As soon as she noticed Y/N though, Lila let go of Five and immediately put a knife to her neck.

“One move and she dies.” Lila hisses.

“Lila....” Diego warned, trying to get closer to her. He stopped when a tiny yelp was heard from the girl as she pressed it into her delicate skin harder.

It was silent.

“You will pay for what you did.” She whispered, tears starting to go into her eyes.

“She wasn’t there! She had nothing to do with this!” Five yelled. This only made Lila more upset, as they all could see some blood starting to drip down.

“Lila...let her go.” Diego instructed softly.

“NO!” She yelled. “He will pay for what he did! They were innocent people!”

As Diego tried to talk her out of it, Y/N tried not to let out a large whine as she could feel the blade coming in contact with her skin. Five looked at her with pure fear in his eyes. They made eye contact, and he gestured to twist her arm with his hands. She nodded, doing so.

“Ah! Son of a bitch!” Lila screeched. Unfortunately, this wasn’t enough to make her let go. Eventually she had enough, slicing a cut into her throat. Y/N coughed out blood, scaring the others.

“Lila...you were born on October 1st, 1989.”

“No.” She whispered.

“The Handler isn’t your mother. She didn’t care about you, she never did. We can be your family now. Just...please let her go.”

“NO!” Lila screamed, having enough. She turned to Y/N, sucked in a breath and cut into her neck fully. The rest of them gasped.

“Y/N!” Five yelled as he watched the only person he ever loved fall to the floor dead.

Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to say anything else before the Handler came into the room and shot all of them, excluding Lila.

“Hey! You did it!” she praised, looking over at the girls dead body. “You know, for someone who can’t hear, she sure had quite the attitude.”

“It’s true what Five said, isn’t it?” Lila asked, throwing the knife down. They looked at each other for a moment before she sighed.

The Handler didn’t have time to respond before one of the ex-commision member barged in, shooting them both.

By the noise, Five opened his eyes slowly, ignoring the pain in his lower abdomen. He stayed as still as he can, the memories flashing back into his head. Tears threaten into his eyes as he takes a look at his dead wife beside Lila before grunting and using what was left of his energy to go back a few seconds in time.

“Lila, you were born on October 1st, 1989.” Diego explained softly. Five took a breath, looking back at his now-alive wife with her closed eyes and clenched jaw. She was now able to avoid getting stabbed in the neck as the Handler came into the room, distracting Lila from what she was about to do.

“It’s true what Five said, isn’t it?” She asked, letting go of the knife that was on Y/N’s neck. The girl took a huge breath in and out before running to Five and engulfing him in a hug. As soon as he wrapped his arms around her, the same ex-commission member came in, shooting the Handler dead.

He aimed his gun at Five, but Five dropped the gun down, raising his arms. “Enough.”

Soon enough, the other man did the same and walked away, leaving them all be.

It was time to go home once and for all.

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this was kinda sad and I’m sorry JSJSJSHHSBS

[themadauthorshatter]

... I’ve already made a draft of this and deleted it, but I’m going back in. 

This is an AU of what would happen if Mareven was healthy and the end game. 

I apologize in advance for any and all MareCal shippers, including myself. 

SO! What happens? 

Simple. 

Everything remains mostly the same in the story except we get more of a doubtful and uneasy Maven as the story progresses, as in he hugs Mare a little longer and is genuinely perturbed when he hears about the ‘bomb’ that went off and looks terrified of Cal when he returns and orders Farley to be tortured. He’s also more hesitant to listen to his mother. 

He still offers Cal’s legion to the Guard, but is a little sadder to say it. 

THEN WE GET TO THE PLOT TWIST OF THE STORY!!!!!!!!!

Maven plays along, but, as he stands by his mother’s side, he mouths, “sorry” to Mare and goes for a gun on Arven’s belt, shooting him in the leg and warning him not to try silencing him or he’ll aim for something more vital. 

It catches EVERYONE off guard, especially Elara, who’s about to risk having Cal or Tibe out of her whispers to get Maven back in line. 

Instead, Elara asks what he’s doing and why, as she thought this was what he’d always wanted. 

“It’s what you want, Mother. Not me. None of this is right. You’re already the Queen. What else do you want!?” 

Elara bares her teeth. “Are you saying you want to live your days with a Red rat?” 

Maven pulls Mare to her feet and pushes her behind him, keeping the gun at them, nodding. “I’m saying I'm not following your plans or listening to anything you have to say. I'll die before I let you in my head again!” 

Well, wish granted because Mare senses the cameras turning back on and Elara lets Tibe and Cal go.

Only to force Maven to shoot her and Tibe, though Maven actually misses him.

Mare breaks free and they make a run for it, Elara shouting that they are traitors and to arrest them, though she does force Tibe to play the part of concerned husband.

Cal isn't in the room because he races after Maven and Mare.

Speaking of which, Maven leads Mare through the castle and finds a hall that goes toward a servant's passage, so they can escape.

Too bad there are guards that round the corner and take aim at them, not only for staging a coup de ta, but also for attempted regicide.

Cal's there too, aiming a handgun at them and telling them to submit to arrest.

They do and are sent to the Silent Stone cells.

Mare is confused and livid and doesn't want to talk to Maven, who keeps pacing and clutching his head and telling someone to be quiet. 

Mare mentally tells him to maybe practice what he’s preaching, but wonders what the hell all that was when they were captured. 

Maven sighs and sits down, back-to-back with Mare, and asks her how good she is at picking locks. 

Her hands are for picking pockets, not locks. 

Maven lets out a semi-bitter chuckle and regards that he shouldn’t have bothered asking because of course she’s better at pockets. he then admits that he’d been so scared of the cells as a boy, his young mind tricking him into thinking that there were monsters or prisoners in the cells. 

Speaking of the cells, Mare breaks her silence and asks why it’s so hard for her to use her powers, even asking if Arven is close by listening to them. 

Maven admits it would be useful to do that, but no. The cells are made of Silent Stone, which is basically Arven being there without him really being there. 

Although she already knows what’s going to happen, Mare wonders what will happen to them, in the Bowl of Bones. 

Maven lists off a firing squad, some Silvers, maybe some animals, and the fact that no matter what, the show will not be short; the people want blood and Tibe is going to give them blood, even if it’s his own son’s. 

“Not if he can’t find you.” 

Both Mare and Maven stand as Cal walks in, dressed formally and holding a set of keys to the cells. 

Maven asks what this is and what Cal’s doing as he opens both Maven’s and Mare’s cells. 

Cal explains that he’s already had to give Julian a head start and hopes that Maven and mare can do the same, can vanish into thin air before their execution. 

Mare asks why they should accept the help, seeing as Cal’s the one who arrested them, but Cal counters by asking who’s idea it was to get them arrested, glaring daggers at Maven. 

Maven has his own question: How does Cal know they won’t be seen? 

Cal looks away and admits that he hopes there aren’t any Red servants that know how to fix the security system.

Maven and Mare exchange a glance and start walking, but Cal gets between them, shackles them, and grabs their arms, telling them to play along and make it convincing so no one questions anything. 

They both do their best reluctant prisoners act up until they pass by Sonya, who inquires as to where Cal’s taking them. 

Cal states he’s just taking them to get some cardio before their execution, seeing as how they’ll need every ounce of strength they’ll need. 

Sonya spits that they shouldn’t and should actually fight with nooses around their necks so they’re easier to grab and throw around, but drops it anyway, eying Cal before she leaves. 

Time’s almost up, so it’s a good thing Maven leads Cal to a servant passage, where they stop and get free, Maven getting his flame-maker bracelets back. 

Maven opens the passage, but Cal stops him and Mare, telling them to be careful now, because if they manage to escape, they’ll be fugitives and will get hunted like deer for treason, Maven for attempted regicide, from what narrative that now exists. 

They nod and thank him for the help. 

Before Mare can follow Maven, Cal grabs her arm again, which makes Mare turn to him. 

The two stare at each other, realizing what’s happening and what’s going to happen. 

The royals will figure out that Cal helped them escape and will probably have him killed for letting two traitors run free. 

Cal is the one who helped her in the first place by getting her the job at the Summer Palace, and now he’s saving her life again, this time also saving his brother’s and risking his own. 

Maven shouts for Mare to keep it moving and Mare pulls out of Cal’s grip, backs away, and races after Maven, Cal watching her leave before closing the passage. 

His face contorts with sorrow, regret, anger, and pain and he clenches a fist as he hears a sentinel shout that Mare and Maven are missing. 

Cal shouts, “They’re this way!” and races down the hallway and away from the bookshelf, trying to make it look like they outran him. 

In the passage, Maven leads Mare by the hand as they soon find themselves underground and under the streets, overhearing an announcement to keep an eye out for the two of them because both are armed and dangerous, Mare especially. 

Maven groans at his father’s words and muses that at least they’re out. 

Mare isn’t as relieved and asks what he was planning with his mother. 

Maven stops in his steps and states that she already knows. 

Mare does know, she just wants to hear Maven say it. 

Maven bites his tongue and clenches his fist at his side, not turning to face Mare as he asks what will happen if he doesn’t tell her. 

She’ll make him tell her, make him talk or she’ll shock him until he dies. 

Maven  tightens his fist but then drops it, admitting he and Elara planned on killing Tibe and using Mare and Cal as scapegoats, sending them to the Bowl of Bones, and having them executed to wrap up the story and solidify Maven as the new King, with no Scarlet Guard and no loose ends to ensure the story of Mare being a Red would slip out. 

Mare demands he define ‘loose ends.’ 

Lady Blonos. The servant girls who dressed Mare as a Silver. Lucas. Julian. Sara. Mare’s family. Kilorn. Cal. Mare herself. All the Reds on the list Julian gave her. 

Mare gasps at that last one, sliding down a wall as Maven explains in increasing panic and with his eyes growing teary that he was along with the ride and all for getting the throne the way his mother planned, but then he began to feel genuine feelings for Mare and her plight and no matter how much Elara tried to take those feelings away, they always came back. She did the same with Tibe, making Maven lose his love for him, and had semi-success with Cal, but didn’t fully remove his love for his brother. It also changed when they killed Blonos and the servant girls, and when Tristan died. It opened Maven’s eyes and made him realize that he was going to kill someone he didn’t want to die. he’d already lost Thomas and it was his own fault, but if he was the reason he lost Mare, too, he’d lose his mind. 

Maven stops his rambling and joins Mare against the wall, admitting that he knows he deserves whatever comes next, but whatever does happen, he just asks that mare know that he is sorry for all of this, for putting her in such danger that now they’re on the run and risk execution if they’re caught. 

Mare turns to him and asks if Elara has the list, if he told her about the Newbloods. 

Maven shakes his head; the raid was going to happen in a few hour hours, so there wouldn’t have been enough time for Elara to look through his mind, write down all the names, and the find them in the blood base, so they have a good head start there, too. 

After a minute of collecting themselves, and a glare from Mare, the two stand up and keep walking until they reach a fork in the path and wonder which is safer.

The only answer they get is a gun pushed against the back of Maven's head and a certain blaonde telling him to go right or she's painting the tunnel Silver.

Mare turns and sees Kilorn and Farley, with the addition of a certain Barrow we all still mourn, don't lie.

"Shade!"

Mare and Shade reunite, though Maven voices confusion as he thought Shade had been executed.

Shade explains that they tried and failed, making an example by teleporting in front of and behind them, saying with pride that no one's faster than him.

Mare is a mix of happy and sad at the news, but Farley brings them back and reminds them they need to keep going or they'll get arrested and killed.

Maven also gets put back in shackles, but acts as a good sport and doesn't burn them off.

They continue throught the tunnel until they reach a train, climb aboard, and get to riding, merrily on their way to nowhere in particular.

Back in White Fire, Elara slaps Cal HARD in the face and demands to know what he was thinking and where Maven and Mare are.

Tibe gets between them, but Cal admits that he didn't fully know what he was thinking, just that he couldn't let his brother be forced to fight when he's still in training. It would be a bloodbath.

Elara asks if that's the same reason why he also let Mare go, or if there's something he's not telling them.

Tibe also wants to know. He understands letting Maven go, but why a Red rat like Mare? If the people see her lightning powers and Red blood, there will be Hell to pay.

Cal's silent, but Elara solves that with a quick look into his mind, seeing all the moments of Cal and Mare being close and friendly with each other.

Elara asks Cal if he's more interested in dirt than diamonds and Tibe gets the picture instantly, upon seeing Cal's reaction.

Change of plan: Cal is getting his legion back in action, and an additional two hundred soldiers to locate and either capture or kill Mare and Maven. No more catch and releases or else it's Cal who fights in the arena and he'll have nothing but his wits to defend himself.

Cal pales at this and gasps that they can't kill him, because then Norta has no heir.

Tibe only glares at him and tells him not to fail before leaving to let Cal get his army ready.

Cal watches his father leave and is broken by the fact that he legitimately screwed up and that his father, as King, needs Maven, his own son, executed with Mare, someone who never should have had her powers to begin with.

Elara glares at Cal for a moment longer and also walks out of the room, leaving Cal on his own.