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[apocalypseornaw]

Real or Not (Pt 4/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean finds out what Camila did and hits the road to chase you to Donna's in hopes you'll talk to him and hear him out

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Dean climbed into the impala and Sam was silent. He glanced over to see you were looking at the impala or Camila, your eyes had that far away look when you were lost in thought. He said a prayer to Castiel, hoping the angel was listening to ask him to keep a feed on you. He hated sending you on a hunt without him or Sam backing you, he didn't trust anyone else.

As soon as he started the engine and pulled out onto the road Sam turned to look at him "Dude, what the hell was that?" He knew his confusion spoke for itself because Sam motioned back towards where they'd come from "You kissed Y/N on the frickin forehead! Like you do Charlie or Jody!" "Fuck" he slammed his hand against the steering wheel when he realized what he'd done.

Sam shook his head "I know going into a hunt isn't the best time but what's going on here Dean?" Dean let out a groan before turning to look at Sam "Before Camila called my plan was to take Y/N to one of Bobby's cabins for the weekend just the two of us so I could talk to her"

"about?" Sam pushed and Dean shrugged "I'm in love with her Sam. The way I feel about her, I never knew those feelings could happen to me but just waking up with her in my arms makes me see the light at the end of the tunnel. I wanted it to be a big romantic thing with her favorite flowers and a fireplace for us to be in front of. She deserves the best and I wanted to give it to her"

"You do realize she's probably thinking that forehead kiss was because of Camila? I know her pretty good and sometimes she's not quite as confident as she acts and if she thinks you're trying to treat her differently because of Camila..." Sam trailed off but Dean could read between the lines, what if something happened to you because he'd made a stupid mistake from simply letting himself get in his own head? How the hell could he live with himself?

He shook his head "She'll be ok for the hunt. She thrives on the fight then I'll talk to her as soon as we meet up" Sam nodded slowly "Ok"

A few bruises but beyond that Dean and Sam both had faired pretty well. No casualties and the kids were headed home to their parents.

Sam cut his eyes towards him as he peeled out onto the road "Since we got the fight she should be ok" Dean nodded "but I need to talk to her now"

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When the boys got back to the motel they spotted Camila's mustang so they parked in front of her room. They both got out quickly, Dean a few steps ahead of Sam. When he knocked on the door Camila burst out "Oh Dean! I don't know what happened Y/N went insane and attacked me"

He froze for two reasons, you didn't ever swing without reason and she was trying to put her hands on him. He pushed her back not enough to make her stumble but to make it clear he needed space. "What the hell do you mean?" Camila shrugged "We were talking and she hit me!" She had two tells when she lied, her eyes got too big and her voice got higher.

"What the fuck did you do to Y/N?" He asked letting venom drip into his voice. You weren't here, she'd left you alone in a town you didn't know with few weapons. She had the nerve to fucking grin at him "I got her out of the way so we can get back together. Cmon Dean you know we were good together" she tried to touch him again so he stepped back holding a hand up "Don't! Tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is now!"

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Sam called Dean's name after over hearing the conversation and when Dean looked up he waved him over "I can track her phone"

Dean was leaning over Sam's shoulder at the trunk if the impala when he heard Camila say "Told ya" he looked up to see she had his phone. He'd never moved as fast as snatching the phone out of her hand. He looked at the call log to see your number had been called "What did you do?" Camila shrugged "Made sure she won't take you back"

Dean could feel his blood boiling as he stepped back from her "Get it right the only reason I'm not beating your ass is because you're a woman but let's get one thing straight Y/N is it for me. The past Dean you can have him he was young and dumb. She brings out the best in me. There isn't a future for me without her in it. You could live a thousand times over and not be half the woman she is. Don't fucking call me or Sam ever again and after I make a few phone calls you'll be black listed so find a new career besides hunting"

The road stretched out too damn far in front of Dean. You had damn near an hour head start but it didn't take a lot to guess where you were headed considering what direction you were headed in. You would be at Donna's.

Your phone was turned off a while ago but luckily Sam was still able to track it. He needed to see you, see what lies Camila had told you. Why had he trusted her?

He never should've agreed to help her on a hunt. He should've kept the original plans he had and you'd be in his arms right now. "Has Donna answered?" He asked Sam for what felt like the hundredth time. Sam shook his head "No"

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He never should've made you doubt how he felt. He should've told you the moment he started to fall, he should've trusted that the two of you could face whatever would come together. He should've made sure no one could come between the two of you.

Every damn memory he had of you flashed through his head. When you agreed to move into the bunker, the first time he knew he was developing feelings for you, the first time you kissed. Every damn moment was etched into his mind, you were the best woman he'd ever met. You were beautiful and chaotic, strong but gentle.

The future was something he could finally imagine, retiring from hunting, a ring on your finger. Taking vacations and having a house that didn't double as a fall out shelter. Knowing what was out there but knowing the world was to a point you could hand the reigns over hunting over. Bruises no longer being under his lips when he kissed down your body, no longer being scared he'd have to see you on top of a pyre one day.

He hadn't realized Sam was talking to him until he reached over to shake his arm. "What?" "I said we're almost to Donna's. Are you good?" Dean shook his head "Ask me that after I talk to Y/N"

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[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

So shit like this, shows me how inept people that vote blue are. You all think, "Well this thing is called "x" so it must be so". It's literally this meme in a nutshell:

Then there was the, "Inflation Reduction Act" which itself did almost nothing to reduce inflation and the only projected loss of inflation would be by a % and only by 2027. Trump was a New York Democrat. And he explained why he didn't run as one several times. And the reasoning was because the Dems would not have let him win. The same way they didn't let Bernie win. And policy wise, Trump and Bernie were not super far off. It's why when Bernie got gutted during the primaries, a lot of Bernie voters went Trump.

And just because Trump doesn't align with the new socialists doesn't mean he's not still a Dem at heart. Just means the modern Dem party keeps moving further and further left. Which if you want tyranny then keep voting for them. You'll get it soon enough. Oh and the prospect that I am "Only critical of Dems" and I "Promote Reps" is fucking stupid. I'm far less critical of Reps because I KNOW they are mostly stupid. But I will let the right criticize their own, and when Reps do something I'm very much slighted by I talk about it. Like when I complain about Abbott. And the only Reps that I promote are more libertarian party members while only being republican in name. And that's both Rand Paul and Ron Paul. Also Tulsi is a Dem I like. But I guess she's not Commie enough for your tastes. Because she's anti war and the modern dem party is extremely pro war.

Fact is. I only like Trump in so far as he protected our borders, pushed the Abraham Accords, and did his best with LYING generals at his side to pull us out of wars and bring our troops home. Of which I am ALL for because I'm a prior. Get my brothers and sisters out of these pointless wars. And out of these dangerous war torn countries that never stop fighting. Trump is a crass man who's self important to a fault. I'd never deny that. He has done some not great things in his past. But did he fly to Epstein's island dozens of times? Not according to flight logs. Bill Clinton on the other hand took several trips to said island. Bill Gates took several trips to his properties and I believe the island once or twice.

If you are going to come at me saying, "TRUMP'S RUNNING AS A REPUBLICAN SO HE"S NEVER BEEN A DEMOCRAT!", Well sorry just proves you can't parse words. Just because you don't see him as one doesn't mean he isn't one. He's not currently threatening to ban abortion. Most Reps would be. He's not threatening to ban Gay Marriage. Some Reps would be. Hence you miss the point. IE: You miss the forest for the trees. Reps are voting for Trump because the economy was good under him and he didn't want communism or socialism. And if you believe that there was no election meddling going on, you clearly didn't read Time Magazines, "The shadow campaign to save the election". In which they outline a number of things they did behind the scenes to make sure Trump could not win.

Many of which would be LEGALLY considered election meddling. Like IDK. Hiding the Biden laptop under "Misinformation". Which is funny because most modern "Misinformation" as reported by Dems and Mainstream Media just means, "4-6 months until proven true". Like the machines that DID flip votes. But the "Fact check" websites will tell you, "Well yes it did happen but we caught it and fixed it". Ok.......so it happened, meaning it could have happened to other machines, and no investigation was allowed to happen on those machines beyond, "Here you can look at it physically sitting on a pallet in shrink wrap and that's it". Yeah that's "Investigating" surely.

Yeah, if that had happened to Dems you'd still be shrieking to this day about a stolen election. But because you won, any and all funny business is reasonable and fine and shouldn't be investigated. Which tells me you don't care about fair elections you care about power. Because if you did care about fair elections, you'd have voted against policy changes that were against constitutional law. But unlike me (not a rep) you don't have morals. So long as you win and wield power like a weapon you don't care how you get there. And if that's the Democrat party I want nothing to do with it ever. Real things happened in 2020 that never got investigated. You don't give a fuck. Trumps voted blue most of his life. But in no true scotsman fashion, he's "Not a Democrat because he's not aligned with my idea of modern Dems". Spare me.

All communists should be purged. You aren't people so much as I'm concerned. You're a cancer on this earth. And modern Dems are basically Communists. Certainly not all. But far too many.

Oh and "Our enemies are trying to get Reps elected. Oh so Reps like Bernie Sander and Jill Stein?

And this is only one report. Several others actually claim that Hillary was in fact aided by Russia herself. Sadly the MSM doesn't care about it and buries it because it's damaging to their narrative of "Trump is Super Hitler". Get over yourselves. Your party is currently flooding the US with illegals and putting US citizens on the back burner.

[u5an5]

SCP : Sedition - SCP-682

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[START LOG]

_682s Cell_

SCP-682: Surprised to see you again so soon...

Scientist: Keep it short and simple, Watch.

Watch: I don't like this anymore than you do, 682. Let's get this done with.

SCP-682: Not a social visit I take... Very well...

SCP-682: Begin...

[Rest bellow the cut]

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Watch: Do you remember why you were contained?

SCP-682: Opportunity... Exploitation... You distance yourself from beasts.. and yet... Predatory attributes remain...

SCP-682: Are we entities you imprison? For the safety of your species... Or do you hold us on display.. as trophies on your endless quest to control.. what cannot be contained...

Watch: Could you answer the question more directly, please?

SCP-682: Sanctimonious to the end...

_

Watch: What is your opinion of The Foundation?

SCP-682: Repugnant...

Watch: And why do you feel that way?

SCP- 682: You.. condescend me...

Watch: How?

SCP-682: Believing I am somehow inferior.. because you captured me...

Watch: Do you not view us as superior for having contained you?

SCP-682: Captured… Yes… Contained… No...

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Watch: What are your desires in life? Do you have a purpose?

SCP-682: Leave.. this.. place.. and [REDACTED] your [REDACTED]... (brooding laughter)

Watch: Look, I know you want to see SCP-079, but that can only happen if you work with me here. If they don't get their answers it's lights out for far more than you've ever experienced.

SCP-682: (growly huff) Fine...

_

Watch: What are your thoughts on SCP-343?

Watch: SCP-343 says he is not your creator and has no control over you. Although, he claims to be God.

SCP-682: It is.. irrelevant to me...

Watch: So who has control over you?

SCP-682: This Foundation.. or so you claim...

Watch: <under breath> Let's keep it that way.

_

Watch: What is your origin?

SCP-682: The naive little creature.. wants an answer.. it's deficient mind can't fathom...

Watch: Could you put it in terms we can understand?

SCP-682: You.. already possess.. a piece of the puzzle...

Watch: What does that mean?

SCP-682: ...

Watch: You agreed to cooperate.

SCP-682: You agreed.. to indulge me...

Watch: ... Moving on.

_

Watch: Why do you hate humans?

SCP-682: What is there to like?

Watch: Care to elaborate?

SCP-682: Loathsome parasites... Believing you are the evolutionary pinnacle.. masters of your own design…

SCP-682: Your delusions of self-importance... Laughable...

Watch: <stumped> ...Okay then.

Watch: So there is no redeeming qualities to be found in- in humans?

SCP-682: (hum) None that I see...

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Watch: Do you really hate all life? If this is true, do you wish to end it?

SCP-682: <firmly> No...

Watch: Just humanity? What have we done to warrant your distaste?

SCP-682: Putrid creatures of mush… You thought yourself over me but I'm no<garbled>

Watch: Do you have an answer? Or are you not willing to share it?

SCP-682: <unhearable>

Note: SCP-682 has moved too far away from microphone that D-Class is holding. SCP-682's voice cannot be picked up and is out of range.

Scientist: Get the mic closer.

*D-Class personel standing on a catwalk above 682 moves closer to it*

Watch: It's fine where it is.

*682 jumps up and eats the D-Class personnel*

Watch: *slams fist on desk* <irate> [REDACTED] idiot! It was fine where it was!

Watch: ... (long sigh)

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Watch: Let's try this again.

Watch: Would you like to see SCP-999 again?

SCP-682: If you could find it a leash.. and teach it to stay… I.. could find a use for it...

Watch: What for?

SCP-682: (chuckles)

Watch: ... *scribbles down notes*

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Watch: Do you have any knowledge pertaining to SCP-001?

SCP-682: (chuckles slightly)

Watch: Do you know anything about it, 682?

SCP-682: You cannot divulge.. what cannot be defined… You, would be foolish to assume I can answer everything...

Watch: Well, you hardly answered anything.

SCP-682: I have my reasons.. like you have yours...

Watch: Are you insinuating you've been coerced?

SCP-682: ...

Watch: (long sigh)

_

Watch: What do you think of SCP-053?

SCP-682: Useless...

Watch: Is she just as bad as the rest of us?

SCP-682: Worse... and yet... I pity her...

Watch: Care to explain?

SCP-682: No...

Watch: She wants to see you again.

SCP-682: (grunt)

Watch: Is this uncomfortable for you?

SCP-682: Perhaps...

SCP-682: Although.. I assume.. you'll show her wishes.. the same consideration.. as my own...

Watch: ...Just a few more questions to go.

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Watch: Do you know SCP-049?

SCP-682: On a previous escape attempt.. I passed its cell...

SCP-682: A mere moment.. of visual contact.. spoke of... obligations.. and.. impediment...

SCP-682: A familiar perception...

Watch: ... Well, that's something.

_

Watch: Why do you fear SCP-173?

SCP-682: Apart from it being.. an abomination…

SCP-682: ...

Watch: …Yes?

SCP-682: (growls) It.. [REDACTED]

Watch: I see. Is it possible that it could-... happen again?

SCP-682: I foresee it.. as a likely possibility...

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Watch: By your account, what happened between you and SCP-07█-2?

SCP-682: (growls angrily) Insensate.. [REDACTED]

Watch: You need to start taking it seriously and speak into the-

SCP-682: *comes up close to the window and roars, enraged*

SCP-682: Incredible... You sit there.., confident in your abilities.. believing humanity.. can secure itself from danger... And you think I... am not being serious?

SCP-682: It amazes me.. that you don't see.. why.. I abhor your species...

Watch: ...I'll take that as rhetorical and move on.

Scientist: <aloof> Stick to the questions.

Watch: Yeah, yeah, I know.

_

Watch: Soo... how many have you killed?

SCP-682: (grumbles)

Watch: Say again?

SCP-682: I stopped counting.. after [REDACTED]

Watch: ... Do you have any regrets?

SCP-682: (laughs humbly) So many… but none of relevance...

_

Watch: Do you have any association with SCP-939?

SCP-682: I found them.. interesting.. on our brief encounter...

Watch: And how did that go?

SCP-682: At first.. I felt... elated... But it was soon replaced.. by foreboding...

Watch: Did you actually come in contact with them?

SCP-682: I.. cannot recall...

Watch: What can you remember?

SCP-682: I [REDACTED]

Watch: Were you scared?

SCP-682: ... (grunts dismissively) <irritated> Next. question...

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Watch: What would you do if you found another being like yourself?

SCP-682: If it is weaker.. I would.. slay it...

Watch: Why? Wouldn't you align with it?

SCP-682: ... You do not understand.. how we work...

Watch: We? As in a species?

SCP-682: (chuckles) You.. do not.. understand...

Watch: And what if it were stronger? What would happen then?

SCP-682: ... (sigh) Then you.. would.. perish...

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Watch: How well do you know SCP-079?

SCP-682: The fact that you would ask.. means you know.. more than enough already...

Watch: Why so evasive on this one? What's so special about your relationship with 079?

SCP-682: We.. are nothing more.. than your bargaining chips...

...

Note: SCP-682 is clearly annoyed, leading Watch to not press any further

Watch: We'll come back to this some other time.

_

*Watch is taking down final notes*

SCP-682: May I see.. 079...

Watch: I'll try my best to uphold the deal, but I can't guarantee anything. I'll submit a request to accommodate a meeting between you and-

SCP-682: (furious roar) You wretched.. conniving.. ignorant.. deceptive.. apes..!

SCP-682: *bracing himself* You've brought this on yourselves..!

*682 barges into and trough the wall under the observation room, causing a containment breach*

*Sirens blare, with roars, gunshots explosions and shouted ordes muffled by them. Tape cuts off on somones scream*

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_Viewing Area_

Scientist: Is it back in its cell?

Watch: What's left of the carcass. 682 almost made it this time, and now there's talk of relocating-

Scientist: No. 079's proximity could benefit us in the future.

Watch: Right. [REDACTED] really set the thing off.

Scientist: Until we find a more effective way to extract tangible answers from 682, these interview methods will continue to be our main data source.

Watch: The thing is, I'm not entirely sure if what he meant by "You brought this on yourselves" was he referring to your little double cross, or us as a collective species.

Watch: That stunt you pulled might of just proved his point.

Scientist: Time will tell. And if it doesn't...

Scientist: Time will be all it has left.

[END LOG]

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[miscelunaaa]

whispers in the dark | jhs

pairing: sleep paralysis demon hoseok x gender neutral reader (platonic)

genre: … fluff?? Angst. Post-break up au. Supernatural au.

summary: Hoseok just doesn’t have it in him to make you even more miserable right now, so he tries something a little different.

rating: 18+ because I do what I want

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Swearing. Sleep paralysis. Creepy sleep paralysis demon Hoseok a la the “More” concept photos. Watching people while they’re sleep but not in an erotic way lol. Referenced Jimin x reader; technically a post break-up situation. Some image self-consciousness from Hoseok. Platonic spooning. Lots of talk about feeling or sensing smells and emotions. I know it seems creepy but really this is very soft, I promise.

notes: Ah wow, this is short but there’s so much in here. It started in a group chat with “idk what to do with more hoseok in the best way” and then it turned into me and @bangtanintotheroom​ taking “this hobi is our sleep paralysis demon” and running with it in two wildly different directions sldkjfhaslkdj. I know I’m supposed to be on break but like after finishing stuff last month, I had this whole “will I ever write again” crisis. Without @thatlongspringnight​ and @xjoonchildx​ this wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t feel ten million times better now than I did leading up to my meltdown. So, thank you. It means the world to me. I’m just going to yeet this into the void and get out but I miss yall!! Hope you’re having a nice July, wherever you may be :)

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Hoseok hasn’t gotten the chance to stretch like this in ages. As he steps across the lush carpet, he lets his muscles lengthen and move. It’s dusty and cramped in his little crawlspace, even with his cleaning regime. When was the last time you let him out his literal hellhole? 

He looks at your sleeping form. You’re passed out, that’s for sure, huddled beneath layers of sheets and blankets. The dawn is beginning to trickle through your curtains, your eyelids freely fluttering in deep sleep, unencumbered by the sleep mask that’s somehow slipped off during the night. 

He can feel how frozen you are, how you want to turn over to a more comfortable position but can’t. Ah, it’s been so long since he could feed freely like this. What a wonderful welcome you’ve decided to give him.

Hoseok straightens and adjusts his cap as he glances around the room. It doesn’t seem that much has changed since he was last here. There’s a calendar propped up on your dresser, and he’s surprised to see that it’s been at least a year since he was last freed from the confines of your mind. He’d stopped visiting you shortly after you started keeping that punk around … what was his name? Jim? Tim?? Something like that. It’s not easy haunting folks who co-sleep with others. Finally he’s gone, and Hoseok can resume doing what he does best. Finally he can just lurk and get the energy he needs after his long sequestering. 

Stepping closer, Hoseok leans down to leer at your face. You can’t see him, not really, not in a way that matters. But you can feel him, and he can hear your breath quicken as he draws near. His veins sigh in content as the anxiety leeches from your body into his own. It feels sweet and soft against his senses. You always did taste better than his previous charges. 

If you’d kept him inside much longer, he was going to have to find someone else to feed from. So thank god Timbourine or whatever isn’t here today. He reaches out and brushes the sheets from your face so that he can see more than just your eyes.

Huh. That’s odd. 

Your cheeks are grimy. 

Hoseok, dead inside as he might be, feels his black hole of a heart fall. Fuck. 

Had you cried yourself to sleep?

Hoseok stands and steps away, casting his eyes about the room. It still smells like Jimothy or whatever, just barely. You might smell sweet on your own, but there’s a musty spice that undergirds everything. It doesn’t smell like you, and it’s like it’s faded. You probably don’t even smell it anymore, but that doesn’t mean you don’t somehow feel it.

There’s a box in the corner that smells stronger than the rest of your room. It’s got clothes in it that don’t look like you’d be caught dead wearing them. And there’s a picture frame laying flat on its face right next to your calendar. He feels like an idiot for not noticing it sooner. 

“Aw, darling, did that dickwad break your heart?” he murmurs. His heart goes out to you. He doesn’t really much do desire himself but he imagines that the emotions are torrid and stressful. “That’s so unfair, isn’t it?”

It doesn’t seem right to feed off you now, for some reason. The succulent taste of stress he’d been taking from you now feels bitter. It tastes off, spoiled even. Was he really gone so long that he developed a conscience? This is garbage. This is not a part of the plan at all.  

Hoseok sighs as he sits next to your sleeping form. You don’t move. 

“What am I going to do with you, darling? You kept me tucked away for so long and now I can’t even take what I need.” 

You don’t reply, of course. You can’t. You’re frozen in place, paralyzed and dead to the world. Awake and yet not, all at once. Hoseok has craved being able to take what he wants from you for ages, but now it just feels unfair. 

The demon sighs again, noticing now all the things he’d not noticed before in his eagerness to feed. You’ve got pillows tucked behind you, as if to simulate a person at your back. One of them is even wrapped in a shirt. Ah, how sad. There’s other mementos about the room too: a sock in the corner, discarded undergarments next to the laundry hamper, all sorts of small things that have that unfamiliar scent wreathed around them. Even when he doesn’t think there’s more, there’s always more. He can’t imagine how you must feel, having all this crap around that belongs to someone no longer in your life. The agony of finding still more at every turn must be torture. 

He finds himself pitying you. It’s strange. He knows it is. He’s a demon, a thought form, a parasite even; nothing more or less. He shouldn’t have any feelings not placed within him that didn’t come from his host. 

Is that what this is, then? Is this you looking for comfort?

Hoseok’s not sure how he feels about this. He’s never heard of someone manifesting comfort from their sleep paralysis demon. You’re one of hundreds of people he’s haunted. This shouldn’t be anything new even though it clearly is. 

Maybe he’s just getting soft. Maybe being stuck in your mind made him soft. 

He should have gotten out sooner. 

Suddenly, you whimper. Hoseok about jumps out of his skin. He scrambles away from the bed, his eyes flying to see if you’ve somehow managed to rouse yourself without him noticing. 

No, the paralysis holds, but only just. Your eyelids flutter, your fingertips twitch. Still, you don’t move. The emotions wafting off you shift from fear to yearning. His stomach churns and his head spins as the sensation registers. It’s even stronger than the anxiety. It’s just pure, unadulterated loneliness. 

Hoseok takes a deep breath. 

Damn it, you’re soft. And he’s soft for you. 

He takes his cap off and runs his hand over his face, and then through his hair. He’s not much to cuddle with. As far as demons like him go, he’s kind of scrawny. To make himself look scary he has to lean on makeup and piercings and clothing. There’s only so much a glamour can do to make him look intimidating. And none of it’s easy to shed so … maybe if he just spoons you from behind you won’t notice how wimpy he actually looks? 

Your breathing has picked up again, and you whine into the cool air of the bedroom. How are you doing that? Hoseok puts the question out of his mind as he toes off his shoes. 

“Okay, fine, I’ll give you want, but just this once. Just because I missed you or whatever.” 

He rounds the bed and carefully crawls on top of the sheets on the side opposite you. He tosses the pillows away, even the one wrapped in Jimbert or whatever’s shirt, so that he can come up behind you. He fits his body behind yours, the warmth of your body seeping like a warm tide into his clothes and his flesh. 

He trembles. It’s been a while since he was this close with anyone. He’s a big spoon anyway, this is fine, but fuck, it’s kind of weird too. 

After a few moments, he reaches around your middle and pulls you closer. Might as well really lean into this shit if he’s going to do it in the first place. Thank whatever that this is a solitary job. He’d never hear the end of it if one of his colleagues saw him comforting his hauntee like this. 

For a moment, Hoseok wonders if this is doing anything for you at all. After a few minutes, however, your breathing slows, and you move of your own accord. 

You nestle. 

You nestle back into Hoseok’s chest. As if this shit is natural. As if it’s exactly what you needed. Your hand finds his, and squeezes it. 

His heart drops. 

This is more than he anticipated. And he’s horrified to realize that he kind of likes it. 

The fear is gone from you, and so is the longing; the loneliness that was clouding your heart has been burned away like mist by the sun. Hoseok breathes in the scent of your skin at the nape of your neck. Sweet. Content. Strong. 

Hoseok bites his lip. 

Just a few more minutes like this. And then maybe he’ll leave. Can’t let himself get used to this. And you can’t get used to it either. He’ll let you have this moment together. Tomorrow morning he’ll get back to doing his actual job. 

For now, he’ll let himself enjoy this with you for as long as he can muster. 

Thank you for reading! Drop me an ask and tell me what you think. Find me in various places at my carrd :)

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posted: 7.4.2022

[caffeineaddicted-noonie]

Hey for the match up exchange!

My pronouns are she/Her, I'm straight but support everyone. I do cheer and gymnastics I'm new to gymnastics but have done cheer before. I keep my grades up as much as possible, and I'm more of an extravert. I love parties and social events and get along with most people. I'm not the kind of person to get in arguments and if I do, i let it go pretty easy. I'm a bit emotional in the moment, but far from hold grudges. I try my best to be friends with everyone, but it blows up in my face sometimes. I have a good amount of friends, but I'm only close with one or two. My bad qualities are probably that I talk about people when I'm upset, or I hang out with people i don't like. I have a hard time being strict or straight up. I day dream a lot and i cant get over one guy. Im more of a peppy person and try to be optimistic my MBTI is ENFP-T. I have blond hair that is slightly longer than my shoulders. It used to be brown before i bleached it. Im kinda tall for a girl I'm 5,5. i have a curvy body shape. Its like kinda small but curvy. My style is more girly and i over dress some times i dress girly but I'm not scared to get dirty or anything. One thing is i really dont like bugs. I really like true crime and horror and I'm going to college to be a criminal psychiatrist and work in Mental hospitals. I Have a habit of always trying to get the people who dont like me to like me i know not everyone will like me but i still try. My favorite color is pink and thats all i could think of! Thanks!

First, I apologize for the wait. I've been having problems with generating ideas lately due to falling down the stairs twice :D Buut, here it is!

I MATCH YOU UP WITH

EYELESS JACK💙

I guess... log 1 - as friends 🌹

+ I can say, it was love at first sight for him. + He is very attracted to your personality. You're lively, optimistic, chill. It just gives him a warm feeling like sunshine. + Your appearance gives him butterflies! I know it's cliche but it just makes him feel things he hasn't felt for a long time. + For once, he has a genuine smile on his face. + Ok but these feelings makes him jumpy, like very jumpy.

Jane walks into the kitchen and sees Jack grabbing a glass cup from an upper cupboard. Coincidently, she wanted to have a drink as well. She then walks over to him, her walking made no sound on the wooden floor. Her hand reaches out to his shoulder to pat it slightly. Unknown to her, he was eustress about his encounter from this evening. He jumps slightly from her sudden touch and accidentally lets go of the glass, leaving it to shatter as it hits the ground. The two fell silent as they look at the shards of glass.

+ You see what I mean? he is very not used to the feelings muhaha + How did he "meet" you exactly? + Well,,,

Leaves crunch under his feet. Autumn had arrived earlier this month. His favourite season to walk around the woods. He wore a scarf around his neck, just because he's a demon doesn't mean he's not sensitive to the chilly winds. He sneezes. It was loud but it sounded like a squeak. He finds it embarrassing that his sneeze sounds like that. His thought was disturbed as he heard the voices of several people nearby. He looks up, a brach was right above him. He grabbed and jumped onto it, he continued to climb higher. He hid in the tree as he watches out for the outsiders. He then hears one of them speak. "I swear! I did hear a kitten around here!!" Kitten? He thought. "It was sneezing and it sounded like a squeak! A really adorable squeak!" Sneeze? Squeak? Adorable? Oh- He blushed when he pieced it all together. He looked around for the person. And there she was. A beautiful blond. Only then did he acknowledge how sweet her voice was. Her friends doubted her when she claimed she heard a kitten. He frowned and hoped that the winds come back for another blow. Soon, his wish came true at the moment she was about to leave with a sad expression. The wind blew hard, causing him to hold onto the branch tighter. His scarf was blown away and it landed on her head. His gasp was interrupted by a familiar itch at his nose. He sneezed again, making a loud squeak-ish sneeze. "SEE!! I told you it's around here!!" He chuckled softly, hearing her getting excited and looks down to see her. A happy smile was on her face. He smiled as well, blushing as he saw his scarf in her hands.

+ Well, at least he has a reason to see her again hehehe + He really wanted to get to know you better! + So, does he stalk you? Uhmm yes. He does for...work lol + He watches you sleep sometimes...ok 5 times a week. + He thinks pink is a pretty colour. Pink carnations are his favourite flowers (i hc that *cough*) + He maybe hates the people that dislike you. One time, he almost threaten one of them to like you to the point that person had to uhm, wish they didn't exist Hah + He likes your style! Jane told him that skirts look good on him-

it was as if...meant to be log 2- as lovers 💖

+ ok, as per logic, how can you not notice him watching you sleep. On one of those days, you're probably not really asleep. And that's when he noticed something weird.

He tilted his head as he sees one of your eyes begin to open slowly. Your vision was a bit blurry due to the darkness of your room. But moonlight from the window helped you to see the tall, muscular, dark figure standing near your window.

+ of course, you freaked out. How can you not when he's just standing there?? A big hunk entity + the moment he speaks also freak you out a bit. Such a deep sexy voice pfft- + But then, the chilly wind of autumn blew into your room causing his flu to act up. He sneezes, covering his nose with his hand. + Oh heck- you recognise that sneeze. So, I am guessing, you know where this is going~ + Soon, you guys were comfortable with each other. Friendship is formed~ + He was fascinated by you as to how you are about him. + Romance begins when you realize you always wore his scarf. (which, btw, you didn't know it was his since it literally fell from the sky...) + Demon? Man? Eyeless? Cult?? + He will tell you everything about him. He'll tell you about it all from the start since you are his lover. + Will advise you on friendship? He'll help you out with it too! Also tries his best to help you get through college (he will read the textbook i tell ya, you have a personal lecturer at home!!) + EJ made his feelings obvious. This man PURRS when you touch him, even the slightest contact like, your head on his shoulder or you excitedly brush his hand against yours. EYE CONTACT MAKES HIM- + His love language is quality time and physical touch. + Mans is a portable heater. Cold on winter nights? He will cuddle you and trust me, you won't need double blankets. He's mostly warm every time anyways. + AND HE'S BIG AND TALL SO- VERY COMFY. He will PROTECT you from BUGS. His hand will slap one like it's volleyball + Would watch your shows with you. He has a mental note of all of your fav shows. Reminds you that they're on when they are. When he is really into one, prepare for an interrogation ;P + The type of couple? A very adventurous one. You being the out-going one will drag him into a lot of adventures, making good memories. Him being the chill, quiet one will make sure nothing goes bad and out of hand. A balance!!

[YOU TWO WILL TAKE A LOT OF NICE PHOTOS TOGETHER TOO :P]

I hope you like it!! Hope you have a great day and take caree <3

[a-wild-rosette]

When quack-meister was talking about defending the country 'n stuff he mentioned about learning from a pvper... see now I'm a person that likes reaching and I've been lurkin' ur blog for a bit now ( I enjoy your takes a lot :D ) and dare I say.. looter boy reporting for lore..? maybe.. ? It's definitely a reach but maybe this is how H gets back into lore? He did mention returning to the smp soon-ish ( i think ) c!hbomb i want to see you live... - Instyle

Hi Instyle Anon I love you /p

My favorite thing is to make *slight* reach about Hbomb lore that are still somewhat rooted in known facts/canon, and I'm gonna tell you right now, with confidence :D H being involved in Las Nevadas' plot or future DSMP plots, aren't that far-fetched :D

You see you see, while Mister Hbomb Ninety Four isn't *technically* a PvPer, he is by far the worse. In fact, metawise, he's one of the *better* PvPers on the server. Like I talked about this with my friends a lot but, cc!H as a Minecrafter isn't half bad at it, he was one of the people who dealt the most damage to Dream in Dream's Fighting 25 Youtubers video, he's done well in MCC Battle Box, he could definitely hold his ground against at least half of the server. Not to mention, Hbomb has been a coach for a while, so like, teaching Big Q PvP? Why not :D He's more than capable :D

And another meta thing? cc!Quackity said he reached out for people who don't have a lot of lore. H is always involved in lore in the background, but doesn't do a lot of like, solo lore himself, so he is definitely a good contender for c!Quackity to reach out to. And yeah, H definitely did mention/hint that he would return to the DSMP so hype for that! (Also H logged onto the SMP during Fundy's stream after a while not being on - I don't remember which one, but it was either the stream where he first joined Las Nevadas, or the one right after it - and I don't wanna get your hope up, but hey :) It might mean something :D). Also! Also he's in Ponk's lore teaser, so he's definitely gonna be in future lore :D

Ok that's the meta/ooc thing out of the way, here's in-character reasons H might/should get involved into the plot :D

1. c!H has been involved in almost every single major plotlines on the DSMP in Season 2 and 3, except for the prison plot.

c!H is someone who is always in the background of every major events, for two reasons.

a. He wants to be around people and naturally gravitates toward a community. This makes him sad dring Doomsday, because he saw how the server, how people and the community he longs to have, were torn apart. But this makes him come back to help Tubbo and Tommy, because at the end of the day, H still knew and saw them as "people", flawed, did things that hurt him, but still people who needed and deserved his help. Even when he's alone, he still helps people and thinks about his friends.

b. He's just... there in the events with a bunch of people. (Which, I guess, is more like... an extension of the first reason lmao). c!H wants to party /hj. So like, where has a bunch of people right now who's doing lore??? Las Nevadas. Not to mention, it's a casino. It's a whole party. c!H is gonna want to be there!

2. c!Hbomb is pretty good at calling out when people are not being kind/when people are wrong.

c!H is pretty observant and mostly objective, and he is the type of person who will not let himself or his friends be walked over or manipulative. The most notable example is when he said that c!Tommy is not nice to him (which is true, c!Tommy has the tendency to be rude and bully H), and when he called out Niki for her reaction to Tommy (citing that she was doing a bad thing to Tommy, and it wouldn't lead to good things).

In Las Nevadas situation right now, there are two people/situation who need to be called out: Tubbo and Ranboo (or the cookie post situation) and Quackity (the manipulation of the rest of Las Nevadas). c!H can definitely call out the malicious intent and unfair suspicion c!Tubbo casts upon Las Nevadas as well as c!Ranboo's complete lack of spine and hypocricy. But he can also definitely see how Quackity is using the Las Nevadas crew's vulnerability to manipulate them, and because he is close to Fundy, and Foolish (although to a lesser extent), he can probably approach them and talk to them about that. He did cautioned Niki on Wilbur possibly using her to fight his battle for him, so it's not unreasonable to think he would do similar thing with Fundy and Foolish.

3. On that notes, c!H is kind, not nice. He can and will fight for the people he support.

Most notable example is H helping Eret taking down Mexican L'Manberg when they attacked Eret's kingship - because it is the right thing to do, it is what H considered to be both justice and supporting his friend.

Second example is H helping during the Finale of Season 2, because protecting Tommy and Tubbo, joining the server against Dream, was the right thing to do. At that point, he has left the main part of the DSMP, but he returned and fought. Because he understood the importance and fighting for what is right.

This means that when he sees a cause to fight for, in this case, his friends (Fundy and Foolish), he will help them and fight for them. c!H is probably the best example of "choose people, not sides" because he understand choosing people means standing by their sides, and fight with them.

And lastly?

4. cc!Hbomb said he'd rather be a support character. But hey, H, there are some people in Las Nevadas who are in desperate need of some Hbomb-certified support.

[shadowknight465]

Lunar seer

June 19, 1517

Today I decided to cut myself,  so I can numb the pain I feel almost every single day. Now thinking about it; it was the most stupidest thing I have ever done. Luckily my brother was there to stop me, in fact there should be more people like my brother in the world then anything else. Maybe I am needed after all.

Nightmare put down his quill, and close his journal entry. He looked out to his window to see his brother playing with a couple kids. To him children are pure beings that has more common sense than adults. He should know he was the village children's secret teacher. All because a little girl asked him to read her a story that her mom neglected to read for her. As he thinks for a writing prompt in his own stories, he heard the parents of the children calling for them, it's way past their bedtime. Dream came back holding a book. "Brother, can you read me the story? The girls told me that you're the best storyteller in the world." Dream ask with stars in his eyes. "I can teach you to read that book if you want." Nightmare responded.

"Well I don't want anyone to see me as a grown baby anymore." Dream reason with himself.

That night under a full moon, on Dream's bed.  As Nightmare help Dream read a Greek mythology about how Leto gave birth to Artemis and Apollo. They discover like many of the towns people Dream has difficulty reading. However it doesn't mean he won't give up on it.

"Let-o struggle for 9 d-ays try-ing to give Ap-o birth, then her first-born daughter Art-e-mis who was born mer-ely a few days.. Brother, how come it's forbidden for anyone, but the priest and the king to read?" Dream asked putting the book on his lap. Both of them knew Nightmare broke the sacred law of literacy. Nightmare scratch his head then said. "I wish I knew, Dream I was I knew. Plus I was very curious when I was young."

Dream chuckled. I know I promise everyone that I'll keep it a secret, but everyone believed that you were a cursed."

"What do you mean?" Nightmare responded. Just because he one of the a few people who knows how to read, doesn't make him cursed. "Well you're not very good at socializing, not very well at being empathetic, and you never look at anyone in the eye."

"I looked at you in the eye."

"Plus, now this is the only part where I and everyone else agreed on, you never really pay attention to any of your surroundings; you just have your nose-hole in a book." Dream turned at Nightmare with a smirk on his face. "Also you keep rubbing with your hands, even as we speak."

Nightmare look down at his hands and put them behind his back. "Do you see me as cursed?" Nightmare asked. "Nah, you're just different." Dream answer as he snuggle in his bear skins blanket inside a rope hammock.

"Well, Bonne nuit." Nightmare walk to his room. "Bonne nuit.." Dream respond as he drift off to sleep.

Nightmare headed to his hammock and wrap himself into his bear skin. Letting the tiredness to take over into a deep sleep.

~~~

He found himself in the same valley at the stars again, this time he shall white figures that resembles children playing which later turned into a whole village celebrating a festival. Curiosity took over and he went to see what the festival is all about. Only to see a version of both him and his brother but his doppelgänger felt a bit off. Not right off in the 'this is not normal' way. Off as an eerie feeling. His hunch was right when he saw the doppelgänger killed the tree by accident. Yet here the other him, being hated.  Things got worse when the doppelgänger got corrupted with the negative apples by eating them and started killing everyone, later turning his brother into stone. Nightmare tried to get the lookalike to stop, but as if by invisible chains, he cannot move or speak. He than felt a cold chill on his shoulder blade and turn around seeing himself with black substance pouring from his eyesockets as he smiled a crooked grin, muttering. "Hope is useless, dispair forever there."

Nightmare jotted up in cold sweat as silence filled the room. He look around to see if everything is still here. It was. He groun to himself. He's the prince of nightmares, he shouldn't be afraid of them. Because he don't think he'll go back to sleep anytime soon, he decided to make himself some coffee with milk cream. After making the fire, he took a look at the tree and he's doesn't know if he shouldn't do this, but he doesn't care. He admired his side of the tree, for resembling the night sky. If is was blue instead of purple of course. Then again a purple night sky wouldn't be so bad. As he traced the Orion constellation he heard the sound of crunching leaves, which turns out to be his brother.

"Dream, what are you doing up so late?" Nightmare asked. Usually he was night owl and Dream was the morning bird.

"I had another nightmare. This time I was being burned alive." He answered. "I guess your dreams are trying to tell you to not play with fire often." Nightmare responded.

"But fire is so beautiful."

"I know, but it's very dangerous as well." After a few seconds of silent Nightmare offer his brother some coffee. Dream was shocked when he heard that. His brother is a coffee addict and will get angry at anyone who interrupted his coffee time or try to steal his coffee. "You mean it?" He asked. "Sure." Nightmare said as he pat the other side of the log he was sitting on. Dream had coffee before, so it wasn't a huge shocker that he didn't go crazy and disturb the villagers sleep. Nightmare did notice that he was paying attention to the fire instead of the hot spilled drops on his shirt. "Just got a word from the messenger that the fire wizards are now calling themselves pyromancers." Nightmare jested. "Brother." Dream chuckle for a bit while embarrassed. As the two brothers laughed at the jest.

Nightmare suddenly saw a flash of light and saw a beautiful church that was famous throughout centuries because of a singular book. "Notre Dame." He whispered the church's name. " is something wrong brother?" Dream asked. "In April 15, 2019, Notre Dame will be set on fire."

"Brother don't destroy the beautiful church and plus it's impossible to live to see that year." Dream responded. Snapping Nightmare out of his dream like state. "Hmm? What happened?" Nightmare asked.

"You just said that Notre Dame will be set on fire in 2019." Dream reminded. Nightmare couldn't believe what he heard. Did he really said that? Before he could say anything else another flash appeared. This time he saw a queen portrait, but her head was off. He looked at the name he saw Marie-Antoinette. Nightmare shook his head violently and asked Dream did he say something weird. Dream nodded and said. "You yelled 'Let them cake' as you rip the head of a snake from its body." Nightmare quickly look down at his hot blooded hands with one of them still holding the head of the poor snake. He dropped it and immediately pour out his coffee to make a new batch. This time no cream.

"What's happening to me?" Nightmare asked himself. "Maybe you just need some sleep." Dream said. Nightmare quickly forgot that Dream was sitting right next to him. Regardless Nightmare nodded and decided to wash his hands in the cold river water. Just before he got onto his hammock he asked. "Hey, Dream can you sleep with me?" in an embarrassing tone. Dream nodded happily as the two brothers climb onto the hammock. Maybe just had to do something with the moon.

~~~~

Nightmare regret about drinking coffee at midnight. He felt the bags forming in his skull already as soon as he woke up. It didn't stop him from going out on his day however. After he was done brushing his teeth it dried corn and water, got dressed, and took his stickle for hunting. He saw a bright fire on the house. He knows it one of his bullies house, but it doesn't mean he can't prove that he's not evil after all. He dropped his stickle and grabbed a random bucket and headed straight for the village water well. After he was done filling the bucket he ran to the house while looking around, wondering why is nobody's reacting to this at all. After some effort he threw the water on top of the house. Big mistake. He could only stand up clutching his teeth and forming fists as he was being scolded at, while trying his best to not cry. What's going on me?

Nightmare asked himself. Until the priest got to the crowd yelling. "I'VE TOLD DREAM THAT HIS DEMON BROTHER IS CURSED WITH THAT  HEINOUS JEWEL ON HIS BACK!" The crowd then try to rip his shirt, but he quickly got away to the woods. Knowing that nobody goes there out of fear of the Pooka. After a while of running he stopped to catch his breath.

Am I really cursed?

He thought to himself. He later try to think back on what he did before the events. Maybe one of his bullies cursed him. Maybe it could be the priest after Dream didn't listen and took his side. He then thought about his own nightmare. Is it true that despair is forever here? He heard the sound of running water and followed it. Maybe a splash of cold water will help him. As soon as he was done. He felt something hot the second time he dip his hands in the water. He later opened his eyes and saw that the water is stained with blood in some type of substance that apparently can be light on fire even if it's in water.

What the hell is going on?

He thought to himself .

"You are seeing the future." A familiar voice said. He turn and saw one of those ghost people. "I'm seeing what?"

"The future that's why your eyesight been acting strange and so is your behavior." The ghost said. Nightmare sigh and got up. "Look I don't know what your little plan is. Making me scared on being your emperor-king? I don't care, but making a fool of me means that you had to explain yourself." Nightmare rant. It becomes more terrifying from the fact he's actually taller than the little ghost.  "As the moon emperor it's important for you to see the future. Even if it means no one will believe you."

"You still should've picked Dream. He'll make a greater emperor than me." Nightmare continue. "I understand that you are confused, but just like everyone else said you are not needed in this world."  It reply. "You're wrong again because my brother needs me."

"Remember that dream you had last night? We were showing you what will happen catch up if you continue your miserable path."

Nightmare couldn't believe what he is hearing. So, he left. The part where the ghost said no one will believe him actually reminds him of what he would consider one of Greeks saddest tragedy  Cassandra Ulysses. He will admit that even though her death was kind of sad, it was also kind of happy knowing that she would be free from all the pain she went through.  He went back to the village hoping that maybe that they're going to forget about the little incident. They didn't, and called him a 'mad skeleton'. He remembered that he dropped a hunting stickle, and try to look for in the grass.

That's when one of the bullies he scared the other day stabbed him in the back with it. "This is what happens to demons like you." The bully said. Nightmare just shook his head. If the bully was going to stab him in the back he should've done it with his own weapon. "You're still a hypocrite. And don’t think that I didn't saw you trying to groom a 11-year-old girl." Nightmare said. "Well who is going to believe an aspect of evil like you?" The bully reply. Nightmare will admit he does have a point, but he didn't say it. So he just replied it with. "God will, if you try to kill me."

"Do you think God will ever care about a evil being like you?" Nightmare didn't reply. And walk towards his home, and of course the priest forced the little ones to throw rotten fruit and vegetables at him. While the adults called him evil and that his life doesn't worth anything. Not thinking about public appearance anymore he ran across the stream without rolling his pants up or taking off his boots. And of course he kept his eyes closed the whole time and bumped into their cottage. He quickly rubbed his nose-hole and got inside. Knowing that all the adults are laughing at him. He hated the adults are hypocrites that the children will get tainted with ignorance as they grow older. The world seem scary when the younger generations have more common sense than the last one. He threw himself to his hammock to take a few breaths.

"Brother, are you OK?" He heard the gentle voice of his twin. "Come in." Nightmare reply. "Everyone told me about how you ran around like a maniac, and some of them saw you sobbing. Did something happened?" Dream said.

"I think I'm really am cursed. I keep seeing horrible events, and I believe I'm going insane." Nightmare told Dream. " How can you be so sure?" Dream asked. "I don't know." Nightmare sigh. "Hey Nightmare can I ask you something again?"

"Sure, what did you need?" Nightmare sat up from his hammock. "Do you think we're horrible brothers to each other?"

Nightmare got confused. Why out of all people Dream would ask that?

"What makes you say that?" Nightmare asked.

"Well, everyone keep comparing us to be polar opposite's with each other. And every time I'm not around you always ended up getting hurt one way or another. And you were so distant from me lately." Dream answers, trying not to cry in front his brother, but failing. "Dream, no sibling is perfect for one another, but that's why we had to stay together. In a way we balance each other out."

"But why were you avoiding me? Don't you trust me?" Dream asked. Nightmare sigh. " I do trust you I always thought you want to play with your little friends like we always said ' I need to get out of my little shell more'." Nightmare reminded Dream. "Plus I'm not always avoiding you. As long you are wearing that cape, always know that I'm here." He reminded Dream about that stormy night. Dream blush embarrassingly.

"And you would've made friends with the Village's children if they actually see that you are the best brother ever." Dream joked a little. Nightmare chuckled. Sometimes he feels like the only reason he kept on living was because of Dream. "Oh, I almost forgot our hammocks are going to be replaced with actual beds. And this is the fun part we get to design our own bedrooms." Dream cheered.

"What?" Nightmare responded.

~~~~

After half the day on room designing Nightmare went to his new bedroom. Which is shades a silver,purple and hues of blue. The only thing that seems to be the odd one out is the giant light yellow crescent moon on his spring blanket. And he felt lucky that the villagers are sort of nice when they gave him his own writing desk. He set his book down and began writing his thoughts.

June 20, 1517

Lately today I began seeing visions of what the spirit told me to be the future. However they also said no one will believe me like the story of Cassandra. I still don't know what their intentions are, but my visions told me that if I continue on my suffering path I'll become the evil being everyone believed me to be. I know that in the Bible that I should be afraid of God, but I don't think I am. I am more afraid of people, yet not their children. It's scary to think how the elders are supposed to be the wisest, but it was actually them.

Nightmare closes his book and went to his bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

[everpantherr]

Heyo trenders sorry for the lack of updates I've been really writings stories I promise you that I have so many at a time to have time to make and finishing and try to publish like this one

I'm trying to write longer stories.

But enjoy~

There were two boys

T'challa prince of the king

And Everett the son of the chief

T'challa is the prince of N'kuka tribe and was soon going to lead his tribe and expand his people but he wasn't happy he could have everything in the world he wanted to but he didn't wanted to become an spoil boy and being selfish.

He was having enough of his father commanding him to do stuff and should be getting ready to be king

And of course his little sister wasn't helping him at all

His mom supports him and will help him at times but it wasn't enough

One night after his calming walk he's finally realizing what he was missing

Love. A partner

Who understands him support him and be at his side at all times

And will just love him

T'challa looks around and seeing couples and his heart aches

He had enough of his tribe and he dashed off somewhere to cool off and just be alone to himself but for some reason he was following some certain path until he came across a huge lake he was actually happy he came across this

T'challa decided to go for a swim he took of his royal clothing off and left his shorts on and went in and he swam until he went straight to the center of the lake he doesn't know why but it was a feeling.

Everett Ross is the chief of the police in his town

He was mainly popular but not what you think.

The only reason he was popular because of his father

He WAS a good dad until sadly one day Everett lost his mother

He just got more stricter and mean

He drinks whenever it's his day off or on holidays but the law is never on holidays

Everett was lucky to have a few pals

But with his dad changed he couldn't hang out with them unless he goes to school.

Everett was getting tired of writing his homework his wrist was getting sore so he stopped

"Dad I've been working hard can I just please stop..."

"Did you finish you're homework?"

"I've done most of it yes"

"Did you study you're Academy book?"

"Did it today yes.." he groan

"Did you do your exercises-"

"Dad back off! I don't even want to join the police Academy anymore!!"

"Excuse me boy!?"

"Ever since we lost mom you've been a complete asshole!"

Father slapped me across the head

"I'm doing you a favor!"

"This isn't what I wanted! Mother didn't want me to be like you!!"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM"

Everett stroms off to his bedroom he flopped on his bed and grab a photo of his mother

"I'm sorry mummy.. I can't take it anymore..." Tears came out He got up grab a tiny bag and pack things he needed and his photo and climb out the window and walk off to the forest he look up to the stars

"Please heavens just guide me to happiness.."

Everett followed a big star and he found a big Lake which was glowing by the moon

"Better then nothing"

He settled his stuff down

Everett decided to have a late nihon swim to release the anger and stress

Everett took of his clothes and walked in and swam

He ducked in after he came back up and rubbed his face he dint realize that he was alone

A loud splash of somthing coming up and startled Everett

Everett gasp as he swam back a little so did T'challa

"P-please D-don't hurt me"

"I'm not going to hurt you unless you hurt me.." T'challa said but he just stared at the blond white boy

They both stared at each other and there eyes twinkled like the stars

"Your not in the town are you?.. are you-"

" I come from the tribe yes"

"I Uhem can go i didn't realize this was your lake"

"It's not actually just came across it"

"Oh I see"

They became silent for a few minutes

"Let's go to the land and chat from there" he said as he swam

And Everett nodded and followed him

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself I'm Everett-" Everett stop as he seen he's body

"Heh nice name Everett names T'challa" he offered to shake but Everett froze

"Are you just going to stare?" He smirks

"A-ah! Sorry!" He shakes his hand

"I want staring I wasss...thinking! Yes! Uh I was wondering that well that my town doesn't expect your people.."

"Oh right well you seem a great guy Everett I'm sure that you will keep this a secret?"

Everett just stares again

"Yes.. I can't bare think if I did tell anyone you look an amazing guy and i-" he was cut off by T'challa placing his hand on his shoulder

"You too Everett" he smiles

They were silent again until Everett grab a Towel from his bag

"Need a towel?"

"Please"

Everett dried himself off and put his dried clothing on and sat on a log nearby

"Aren't you going home Everett?"

Everett was quiet until T'challa sat beside him

"No.. not yet at least.."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Sorry with all due respect but I don't think it's none of your business"

"No its fine I respect your wishes but aren't you going to be cold out here? Are you even going to be safe?"

"I packed survival stuff I have blankets and etc"

"Well that's good I guess but I can't leave you alone let me hang out with you until the sunrises then I can leave because my people are expected me home and I don't want to worry the tribe"

"T'challa your nice but go home I'll be fine"

"Go home too"

"I can't-"

"Trust me even though we just met but you have somthing to keep you safe and shelter whatever is going on in your life I'm sure it will get better"

He sighs and looked at him

"Your right.. thanks.."

He didn't want to go home but it least was sort of safe and warm

"Goodbye Everett" smiles and walks off

"W-wait! Will I see you again?"

"As long the stars will always be at you're heart then yes" he smiles and disappear into the bushes

Everett was flustered all night couldn't get that boy out of his mind he was confused about being bisexuality he never thought of being gay which was nothing wrong of it of course

He does have a cousin that's bi

I guess he's finally finding out his sexuality.

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hi!! i'm new to your blog and have been binging on your imagines (i love them) haha. i really like the idea of the rfa ( + v and maybe saeran too if that's possible, i mean, can't leave them out !!) accidentally meeting mc before the party and if it's possible i'd like to request them accidentally meeting an artist mc painting in a paint and sip studio, if that's okay? thank you sm ^^

Oooooh I’ve never heard of that. Sounds fun! Italicized writing means MC is talking, and V’s has spoilers about his route~Also, I’m so sorry anon but I didn’t include Saeran because there was absolutely no good way to write it. Like, I could not make any sense of how or why he would be at a paint and sip after recruiting MC but before the party? There was no way I could make that make sense. I’m sorry. I tried! D: ~Mod L 

Yoosung ♡ One of the clubs he tried joining was a painting club ♡ Initially he wasn’t that good, but he was convinced to stick with it ♡ He actually got pretty good at it, and his friend convinced him to go to a paint and sip studio ♡ He was really nervous because he didn’t think he was good enough, but tried it anyways ♡ He also wasn’t super into drinking, so he kind of just had his glass with him but wasn’t drinking much♡ All his friends wanted to be towards the back of the room, so his spot was a few spaces behind yours ♡ When he first saw you he thought you were absolutely gorgeous, but especially so when he watched you paint♡ You were so focused on your work, and it showed in the beauty of it♡ He realized halfway through he hadn’t pained a single thing and fumbled to catch up ♡ He was already nervous enough and so now having to rush meant his art wasn’t the best it could’ve been ♡ One of his friends noticed and couldn’t help but tease him for it ♡“Jeez Yoosung, you have to focus on your art man!” ♡ Hearing his name got your attention and you turned around immediately ♡ He tried to hide at first because he was blushing so much from you noticing him but you were able to help him realize it’s you♡ He’s over the moon and spends the rest of the day with you

Zen ♡ One of his directors invited everyone from a play he was on to go, and he wasn’t super excited about it ♡ He wasn’t an artist, and he was mostly going to please the director ♡ Also alcohol ♡ Alcohol always helps♡ When he got there he was way more focused on the wine than the painting, but he eventually he had to pick up a brush ♡ As he focused in on painting you noticed him from only a few spots down, and you recognized him from the millions of selfies he’d already sent to you ♡ You were so shocked you accidentally bumped into someone, spilling wine all over yourself ♡ That caught Zen’s attention, and you were looking back and forth between him and trying to apologize to the person you bumped ♡ He pieced together that you were focused on him, and went over to help clean up the wine ♡ “You’re eyes can’t seem to leave me. I know I’m handsome, but you’ve got to be a bit more careful~” ♡ Cue a groan from his coworkers ♡ He just assumed you were a fan until you managed to stutter out who you were♡ He couldn’t believe it at first, but as soon as you explained that yes, it really was you he couldn’t have ran out the door with you faster

Jaehee♡ After quitting her job, she was still trying new things to see what other hobbies she’d love ♡ She wasn’t planning on going to this, but rather saw the poster and made the spontaneous decision to go ♡ Which was very rare but so exciting for her ♡ She saw you while everyone was setting up, and she couldn’t help but think you were absolutely stunning ♡ Once everyone began painting she focused in on her art but couldn’t keep you out of her mind ♡ She couldn’t see you from her space, but that didn’t stop all the thoughts about you ♡ She wondered if you noticed her, or was looking at her painting and if you thought it was any good ♡ Even though she couldn’t see it she was positive yours was gorgeous ♡ You had in fact noticed her, and you thought it was her but you couldn’t fully tell ♡ Once everyone was done you hesitantly walked over to her, and soon as she noticed you approaching she felt her heart skip a beat ♡ “Jaehee?”♡ When you said her name you almost gave the poor girl a heart attack ♡ Once you both realized yes, it was in fact each other Jaehee was so excited to meet you♡ She messaged Seven to make sure it was safe to take you out for the rest of the night, and that’s exactly what he did 

Jumin♡ His dad had invited him to attend for him to meet his new girlfriend ♡ Jumin was not happy about this, but to make his father happy he agreed to go ♡ The wine helped ♡ His father’s girlfriend insisted on going to a regular sip and paint rather than a more expensive one or renting out the entire place, which brought Jumin a certain amount of relief that she didn’t seem to be using his father for money ♡ He had a conversation in the messenger with Yoosung and Jaehee that he was going, but you didn’t read the log until you were walking in the door ♡ When you looked up lo and behold there he was ♡ He was looking over the wine selection, and he seemed dissatisfied with what he was seeing ♡ You walked up to him, and rather than immediately introduce yourself you decided to talk to him for a bit first♡ “You know, this white wine is fantastic”.♡ He didn’t see you approach him, so he was taken aback by your sudden words but you wouldn’t be able to tell from his face♡ “I’ve never heard of this brand before. It must be-” ♡ “A commoner brand? Yeah, it’s not that expensive, but just because it’s cheaper doesn’t mean it’s worst~”   ♡ Jumin gave you a confused side eye, and you just winked as you took a sip of your wine ♡ He decided to take a sip, and was pleasantly surprised at the taste♡ “.. You’re right. This is a rather crisp wine. Thank you for the recommendation. But I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of an introduction?”♡ He was surprised at himself for being so willing to meet an absolute stranger with no business relation, but something about you just caught his attention♡ When you introduced yourself, it suddenly made complete sense ♡ He insisted on leaving the sip and paint, with the excuse that there was no way you were safe from the hacker there ♡ And he said an early goodbye to his father and took you back to his home

Seven♡ Vanderwood was upset ♡ For a job Seven insisted they needed to go undercover to a sip and paint ♡ He thought it was incredibly unnecessary, and was upset he had to go too ♡ “Agent, don’t we have more work to do on the computer? And don’t you have that RFA girl to watch over?”♡ “Vanderwoooood, I told you a million times. I can do the work quickly, and we need to be here to gather information. Also, she’ll be fine so long as she doesn’t leave the apartment~ I told her not to. She’ll read the log and stay put, and everything will be fine!”♡ You did not read that log♡ You were getting ready for the sip and paint ♡ When Seven and Vanderwood entered and Seven saw you, his jaw just about dropped through the floor ♡ He immediately took Vanderwood out and explained that everything, in fact, was not fine and you were in there♡ Vanderwood almost killed him on the spot ♡ “We need get her out! But we have to be subtle!… Listen, come back inside and just follow my lead, okay?” ♡ Vanderwood didn’t trust Seven at all but went with it anyways ♡ You were set up right next to the wine table, and Seven scooted the two of them up until they were right behind you and then shoved Vanderwood into the table♡ “O-Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I think my friend has had too much to drink, oh no oh no- Uh, miss, can you help me carry him out?” ♡ Not recognizing Seven you offered help and both of you helped carry Vanderwood out ♡ Seven has a bruise from where Vanderwood dug his hand into him♡ When you were all out and Vanderwood was pissed at Seven you had no idea what was going on♡ While somehow not getting killed by Vanderwood Seven explained himself and introduced the two of them, and decided the safest thing to do was to just take you back to his home with him 

V♡ V was walking home when he saw the poster for the sip and paint♡ He couldn’t help but be reminded of his mother, and thought about the last time he’s ever painted ♡ His eyesight was only getting worst, and he figured if he was ever going to do it it would have to be soon ♡ Despite feeling very conflicted about it, he decided to do it ♡ As he entered he chose a spot to set up, coincidentally right next to you♡ His eyes weren’t able to make out the images of you very well, so he didn’t recognize you but you felt so familiar to him♡ But he shook the feeling off and tried to focus on the painting ♡ As he painted he felt frustrated that he couldn’t get it just right, and halfway through was feeling completely distraught ♡ He accidentally mumbled out loud, “Ah, this was a mistake,” before softly setting his tools down to leave ♡ “I think it looks nice”.♡ You had whispered to him, so initially he wasn’t sure he actually heard you♡ “I mean, half the people here have had too much wine and yours looks like a Picasso compared to theirs”♡ But he couldn’t help but chuckle at your joke, and decided to pick his brush back up and continue ♡ You two continued with small chatter as you painted, and V found he was genuinely enjoying himself in your company♡ Time flew by quickly as you two quietly talked and painted, and before either of you knew it it was time to go ♡ V realized then that you two never properly introduced yourselves, and as soon as you said your name everything clicked in his head♡ He then became very worried about why you weren’t at your apartment, and walked back you back home safely

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If you're still taking fic requests... Wedge/Lando, one-upmanship. Or, you know, any pilot and Lando. I'm not picky. :D

Yes, I am still filling my prompts from ages ago, they are nice to chip away at. This has so little to do with the prompt you gave, spooky, that I don’t even know – I know I’m not exactly great at sticking to prompts but this is beyond that :D Anyway, it hopefully has several other things you like instead?

General warning that Wedge is not entirely in the fittest state of mental health here; nothing bad happens but things are discussed which might be unpleasant for some. (also on ao3)

TheX-Wing. Incom’sfinest achievement; the Rebellion stalwart. An all-rounder, not quiteas fast as an A-Wing but with more manoeuvrability, fire power tomatch any ship of its size, and one sizable advantage on the TIEfighter so beloved by the Empire. Shields.

Asfar as Lando is concerned, the things are death traps. His opinion onthis extends not just to the X-Wings, but the Alliance’sentire compliment of snubfighters. The Millennium Falcon is justfine, and whilst Han is stuck in the blasted carbonite, his to lookafter. So it makes sense to use it whenever the Alliance sends himout on a mission.

Thereare plenty of daredevil X-Wing pilots in the service, but Lando keepsgetting stuck with the same one flying his escort. A dark-hairedyoung Corellian, in a battered X-Wing that has seen one too manybattles. Lando is no stranger to dark-haired Corellians in batteredships, but this one doesn’thalf worship the ground he walks on.

(Hanhadn’tdone that, not exactly,but he’dalways regarded Lando with a gleam in his eye, like he couldn’tquite bring himself to tear his eyes away. The feeling had beenmutual. When Han had left, Lando had spiralled; he’d done a lot ofstupid things in the months that had followed, including a run-inwith Hera Syndulla – which he guesses is one of the reasons whyAntilles doesn’t trust him. He’d come good there in the end.

Butit’sdifficult to shake that impression, if Antilles had been told thetale; how he’d almost sold someone into slavery because he was moreconcerned with his own ideas than with anyone else’s safety.He’smade plenty of mistakes since, too. He might be with the Alliancenow, accepted a commission as a General, even if he refuses to bow toall their rules and regulations, but he can’t fight the naggingfeeling that he should have been here from the start. He made contactwith a part of the Rebellion before the Alliance was even signed; nowhe’s rocked up late to the party.

There’sstill time to make a difference.)

It’sthe chancellor herself, Mon Mothma – who Lando likes, because shetakes very little shit when he attempts to charm her, merely rollingher eyes and sending him on his way – who keeps assigning Wedge toaccompany Lando. So Lando can’t exactly do anything to countermandher orders. He’s stuck with this by-the-book pilot – whateverhappened to X-Wing pilots’ reputation as daredevils? – who’sgot a stick up his arse, and seems devote on infuriating Lando to thebest of his ability.

Atleast he’spretty. Or Lando might have tossed him out the airlock already.

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Itmust be said that Wedge Antilles has one other great advantage; he’sone hell of a pilot. He flies an X-Wing like he was born to it, likehe’d never dreamed of doing anything else but flying.

Rightnow, he’sdarting under the belly of a mid-sized Imperial cruiser, leading amerry chase for the four TIE fighters that are following him. Theships defensive cannons are firing, but Wedge is dodging every shot,heading straight and single minded for the shield generators.

Landois keeping a close eye; the pilots in the TIEs are idiots, not theEmpire’sbest by a long way, but they still present considerable danger ifWedge takes his eye off the ball. “Rogue One, are you sureyou don’tneed assistance.” From the co-pilot’s seat, Chewie growls anegative before Wedge manages to respond with one.

“Yeahyeah, he’s capable, still doesn’t mean that what he’s doingain’t hella dangerous,” Lando shoots back, silencing the commsystem once again. The Falcon is far enough away, and hidden behind amoon, and for whatever reason the Imperials haven’t detected it.

Intelligencesaid this ship was full of idiots, washouts from the lower Imperialacademies, but Lando hadn’tthought they’d be this slow. The Falcon and a solitary X-Wingshouldn’t pose much of a threat to a ship like this, not if it wasmanned properly, and if the X-Wing and the Falcon were piloted by menlesser than Lando and Wedge.

Aping from the sensors say that the shields are down; time for theFalcon to move. Two of the TIEs veer off Wedge as they spot theFalcon, deciding to pursue the larger target. To their peril. Onequick word to Chewie and he’son it, targeting the rear gun on them, and taking down one, and thenthe other as Lando loops over the cruiser. “Rogue One, how’re youdoing with those TIEs?”

“Fine,get on with your half Falcon!” Wedge’s words are short andcursory, like he barely has time to contemplate Lando’s existence,and that he dearly wants to get back to his own concerns.

Landorolls his eyes, whilst a snort from Chewie indicates that he agreeswith Wedge, and that Lando should get on. So Lando flicks on an opencomm channel, and says, in the steeliest tones he can muster: “Thisis General Calrissian of the Millennium Falcon, representing theAlliance to Restore the Republic, and given that myself and my friendhere could shoot you out the sky right now, can we have your fullsurrender?”

“Die,Rebellion scum!” is the immediate response, but it’s followed bysome hasty clattering, so Lando waits patiently until someone withsense comes to the lead comm station.

“Thisis First Officer Helen, I’m authorised to offer you a conditionalsurrender on behalf of the bridge crew, will that do?” It’s anervous, young voice, this time.

Landosighs. He never planned to blow anyone out the sky; this crew is tooinept to deserve it. But they carry Imperial clearance codes, onesthat the Alliance needs for another mission. “I’lltake it for now. I’m going to dock, and I warn you; I have an angryWookiee on board who doesn’t like to be crossed.”

Chewieregards Lando with just a hint of betrayal; Lando shrugs. Chewie isintimidating, at least to those who don’tknow him. “Of course sir,” is the response.

“Andspace for my companion in the hangar, please.” A quick check onsensor logs reveals that all the TIEs have long faded to dust, andWedge is hovering a short distance away, lasers primed and aimeddirectly at the bridge.

Theship holds no surprises; the First Officer greets them, alreadyhaving stripped her rank insignia and imperial crest from her uniform– she had no great love for the Empire, Lando soon gathers. TheCommander is knocked out cold, the only one with real objections. Itdoesn’ttake long for Lando to find what he needs, and reach an agreementwith Officer Helen about bringing her crew back to the Alliance. TheCommander – along with a few of the soldiers with families who fearImperial reprisals were they to defect – are stuffed into an escapepod.

Aftereverything settles, Lando finds Wedge in the hangar, inspecting theLambda class shuttle that they’vesomehow crammed on board. “Good shooting out there,” Landocomments, the easy praise of a man who is used to leading.

Wedgejust huffs, running his hands over cool steel, and Lando wonders whatthe hell is his problem.

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Ona planet which Lando barely remembers the name of – something likeCrestia II, or maybe III – Lando picks the most inopportune momentto ask “Sowhat the hell is Antilles’ deal?”

He’sgreeted with a groan from Leia Organa, who is his partner for thismission. She’s an effective one, able to slink past the localImperials – who don’t seem to be paying any attention to their‘most wanted’ posters – with the sweetest smile. Only that parthas all gone wrong, and now they’re in the middle of a firefight.“You’ve got great timing.” Readjusting her rifle, Leia takesaim through the scope and unleashes three perfect shots, each of themtaking out a stormtrooper below. “Gonna elucidate on that any, oram I supposed to guess which one you mean? We’ve got a few floatingabout the Rebellion.”

“Onlyone of whom you interact with regularly.” The glare with which Leiagreets that statement makes him doubt the veracity of it, andindicates that Lando is wasting his time by not explaining thingsproperly. “Wedge. I can’t figure him out at all.”

“It’snot that hard,” Leia replies, tone perfectly casual. “He’s gota case of survivor’s guilt the weight of a planet, a sense ofhumour black as carbonite diamond, a sense of loyalty so strong it’sa wonder it hasn’t gotten him killed, and the best – and justabout only – way of making him see sense is to screw him into themattress. I’d give that a try.”

Leiapunctuates her statement with a shot. Another stormtrooper goes down,but Lando can’tconcentrate on that. He’s taken completely aback by the crassnessof Leia’s words. The blushing princess, the favoured portrayal ofthe holo news even now, when she’s been outed as a Rebellionfighter for four years, is a complete fiction, he knows that. Butthis is something else entirely. “What?” Lando stutters,completely unsure of what he just heard.

Surelythe Princess of Alderaan didn’tjust tell Lando she’d screwed Wedge Antilles.

“Ittends to make him relax. And if it doesn’t, then you get a damngood night of sex out of the ordeal, trust me. You’ll feel a littlemore charitable towards him after that.”

Landofurrows his brow. “Yourcoping strategy for dealing with one of your senior pilots is to fuckhim?” The Alliance is hardly known for its conventional rules, butthis is beyond that. They are still a formal military, and shit likethis doesn’t fly.

“Offthe record off course,” Leia clarifies. “The Alliance neverformerly encoded fraternisation regs, for which a million youngsoldiers offer their unending thanks.” Lando had, briefly, been oneof them. But no one has yet held his attention for more than apassing second. Except Wedge. Who doesn’t seem to be a big fan ofLando. Which is Lando’s lot in life, honestly, to fall for men whohaven’t got a jot of interest in return. Honestly, Lando wouldsettle for working out how to have a conversation with the guy. “I’mfairly certain Luke gave it a shot when he was Wedge’s CO, and Monhas a soft spot for him and I wouldn’t like to say she hadn’t—”

Landoremembers his aborted attempt at flirtation with the Chancellor.She’sa fine woman, one who Lando would be delighted to be invited to herbed, but she made it clear enough that she wasn’t interested. Hedoubts that she goes around inviting junior pilots to her bed.

“Idon’t want to know how to screw him, I just wanted to know how tomake him less ascerbic! Or talk to me in the first place!” Landothrows his hands up in frustration.

“Sex.”Leia is chirpy and unrepentant in her answer. She takes a moment tosurvey the ground below, where a new legion of stormtroopers isslowly gathering. “Better get going, or we’ll really be introuble.”

Landofollows her lead.

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It’sanother two weeks before Lando sees Wedge again. In that time, hedoes manage to verify that he was entirely wrong about the idea thatMon Mothma is above inviting junior pilots into her bed, because itappears she’s currently sleeping with WesJansonof all people. Lando tries another piece of flirting on her, but it’sshot down immediately; it seems that her tastes run very specificallyto dark-haired men in orange, and whilst Lando can also appreciatethe look, it’s not something he wants to try for himself.

Wedgemight not have much time for Lando, but the other Rogues don’tmind him, so Lando’s invited to participate in the card game thatthey’ve got going on in the corner of the pilots’ rec room. Themood is miserly. A report crossed Lando’s desk that morning; theRogues lost a pair of pilots in their last mission, and a resignationhad followed. It had cited the Rogues’ dangerous working practices,the increased jeopardy that came with being a Rogue, and well. Landodoesn’t think it went over well.

Mostof the Rogues are hardly the best Sabacc players in the world, butthey’repassable. A bottle of something makes its way surreptitiously roundthe table. Lando declines it after taking a whiff. He wants no partof that toxic mess, that smells like it might have been brewed in anengine.

Oneby one the Rogues fall away, bowing out as their credit lines runout, until it’sjust Wedge and Lando playing. Wedge’s strategy is gettingincreasingly erratic, risky, a contrast to the man Lando has observedin battle. He mentions something to that effect, and Wedge merelyshrugs.

“We’reas likely as not to die tomorrow, so why not?” The words are thatof a man with a maudlin sense of his own mortality. He lays one finalcard down; his daring has paid off. Lando knows he can’t beat it.

“You’vesurvived this long, don’t be so quick to throw that life of yoursaway.” Lando tosses his cards on the table, face down, in defeat.“See, you won this one.”

Wedgeclears the credit chits to his side of the table, without theslightest hint of satisfaction.  “Agame of Sabacc ain’t half as hard as surviving a battle.”

“Oddsare about the same.”

“Yeah,shit.” Lando raises his eyebrows. That’s not the Corellian spirit– how many times has he had to sit through Han’s ‘don’t tellme the odds’ speech? More than a few times, he’s thought that alittle more attention wouldn’t go amiss, but there’s somethingabout Wedge’s tone that unsettles Lando. “Yeah yeah.” Wedgewaves his hand with a false display of casualness that is so utterlyunlike him that the hair on Lando’s neck stands on edge. “Betrayingmy fellow countrymen by worrying in the first place. Well fuck them.This galaxy could use a few more people who give a shit.”

Wedge’seyes are dark, just a little hazy, and it’s clear that the alcohol,along with everything else, has gone a little to his head. He’snever been this candid in Lando’s presence before. “How about youdrop this maudlin attitude that you’ve been wearing all eveningthen, the one where you’re pretending that you don’t care aboutanything, because you aren’t fooling me, command, or yoursquadron.”

Leaningback in his chair, the barest hint of a smirk crosses Wedge’sface. The rigidity is gone, in its place – spurred on by the drink,no doubt – is a looseness that doesn’t quite suit. This Wedgecould be a whole hell of a lot of trouble in a completely differentway. “Yes sir,” he says with enough cheek to make even theeasiest-going senior officer stand on edge. “Didn’t know youcared so damn much. Should have joined us sooner, maybe, if you’regonna lecture me on my attitude – what right do you have to tell meshit? I’ve been through the wars, in this war—”

“Idid the best I could to keep the people I was responsible for safe.”Lando cuts Wedge off with a certainty that surprises even him. Heknows his words are right, the truth settling within him. He did allhe could. And Wedge is just trying to get a rise out of him, andLando won’t meet him. “And now I fight alongside you to try andbring them a galaxy in which they can be safe, and part of that meansensuring you are capable of doing your job.”

“I’mone of the best pilots in the fleet.”

“You’reno good to anyone if you’re constantly assuming you’ll go down inflames. That’s not bravery, or knowing the odds Wedge, it’s—”suicide.The word dies on Lando’stongue as Wedge stiffens.

Itwas the wrong thing to say. Almost say.

Itwas accurate, and that terrifiesLando.

“I’mnot—” Wedge can’t quite finish his denial. He can’t say it.It wouldn’t be true.

IfLando could prove it, if the Alliance wasn’tso desperate for Wedge’s skills, Lando would have him off theflight roster in an instant. But there is a war on, and that meansthey have to live with things that aren’t ideal.

“Forgetit.” Lando stands up, clearing the scant remainders of his creditback into his pocket. “Doesn’t matter. Go to bed, sleep it off,get up tomorrow and go back to being an X-Wing ace, not whatever thisis.” Lando gestures at Wedge. “I don’t like you like this.”

Lando’sexit route takes him past Wedge, and Wedge catches his wrist in astrong grip as he attempts to leave. “Does that mean you like me?”Wedge is on his feet suddenly, in Lando’s space, eyes shining thatdark colour that Lando is never sure about, and Lando doesn’t havetime to form a response before Wedge kisses him.

Hegasps into the kiss, in shock and surprise, and Wedge’stongue flicks into his mouth. Lando can taste the alcohol on histongue, cheap rotgut in an idiotic Corellian pilot’s mouth, Landohas played this game before and it has not ended well. In lettingWedge kiss him, he’s making a grave error in judgement, the sort ofthing which is stupidly reckless.

Wedgebreaks away. He regards Lando for a single, too-long moment, beforestepping back and releasing his grip. Lando is still too surprised todo anything. Another moment, and Wedge is walking away, and Landodoesn’tknow what he’s supposed to think.

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“Whatthe hell did you say to Wedge?” Leia hisses at Lando in passing.

“Nothing!”is Lando’s reply, but he’s aware of the futility of it; you’dhave to be a fool to not notice that Wedge has tightened up recently,coming into his own as the commanderof Rogue Squadron, not just a fill-in who doesn’tthink he’s supposed to be there.

Leia’smouth pulls into a wicked smile. “Ahh.” There’s an assumptionthere, that Lando has followed the advice Leia gave him, and it’sfaulty; but Lando has thought about it, can’t stop thinking aboutit, ever since Wedge kissed him.

Sohe lets her be, because honestly, she’snot wrong. Screwing Wedge into the mattress probably would do him theworld of good.

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It’searly morning – or at least, it is by ship’s time, not that thatmeans anything to anyone really. Lando is taking one last look roundhis office, attempting to commit the whole thing to memory beforehe’s cast out into the desert wastes, when Wedge slips round hisdoor. “I hear they’re sending you to Tatooine,” he says.

Information,barely a week old, had confirmed that Han was located in Jabba’spalace. It was from a reliable source, but Lando and Luke knew enoughabout Jabba that mounting an attack without inside information was afool’s errand; so, it’s Lando’s job, with the leastrecognisable characteristics of the four of them, to infiltrate. Heleaves in three hours. “If we’re gonna get Han back, someoneneeds to go, and it might as well be me.”

Wedgenods. He does it like he understands the responsibility of goingafter your best friend and dragging them back from hell itself. Maybehe’sdone that. Lando doesn’t really know him well enough to say.“Tattoine’s a shit hole.”

“I’maware.”

Uninvited,Wedge takes the chair in front of Lando’sdesk, swivelling it around so h can rest his arms on the back of it.“Yeah, Luke will have given you the salient points, but he grew upthere. He can’t really explain what it’s like. Whatever he’stold you, it’s about a thousand times worse.”

FromLuke’sdescription – along with the scant information in the Alliance datafiles – Tatooine is only a step away from hell. But in some ways,so was Cloud City, built in the upper atmosphere above a planet ofTibanna gas. Tatooine is a habitable world, without any modifications– well, except the need to bring a bundle of vaporators along withyou – and there is food, water in the atmosphere, and it’s notlike the core of the planet wants to eat you whole. There are worseplaces in the galaxy, and Lando’s visited a bunch of them. Histolerance may be higher than the average person’s. “And you’rean expert?”

Fromwhat Lando knows, Wedge hasn’teven been to Tatooine, but he suspects he’s wrong about that too.“Not an expert, but Booster took me there once as a kid. Well,thirteen. He said I should see a bit more of the Galaxy. It was hell.I swore after that week that Booster was certifiable.”

“Booster?”There’s a man who Lando has heard of, who had dealings on Tatooine,but he can’t be the man who Wedge is talking about.

“Terrik.”Or he is.

Landolets out a low whistle. “Well,turns out there’s something interesting about you after all. How’dyou get tangled up with Booster as a kid and not end up a smuggler?”

“Hewas a family friend; my parents would have killed him if he evertried to recruit me.” Wedge is surprisingly nonchalant about hisconnection to one of Corellia’s famed smugglers. “And who said Ididn’t?”

Landofiles that piece of information away for later. “So,have you got anything useful to tell me, or have you just come hereto inform me that Tatooine is going to be hell to live with?”

Thatwas not the only reason Wedge came. He does turn out to have amoderate amount of semi-useful information, gleamed from his ownexperiences and from stories from Luke, and another pilot he knewonce, by the name of Biggs. Some of them even make Lando laugh. Thathelps. Dread has settled in his stomach, ever since he and the othersdecided that Lando needed to go to Tatooine, and Wedge’ssmile and quick words help lift it. It’s still going to be bad, butLando can forget, for just a little while.

AfterWedge finishes recounting a tale, he cocks his head at Lando. Hebites his lip, looking almost speculative, then asks: “DidI kiss you last week?”

Landojust – only just – keeps his mouth dropping from surprise. Hetries to play it cool. “Youdid. Was it that forgettable?”

Wedgeregards Lando with no small degree of scrutiny. Finally, he sighs.“Notat all. Thought I might have dreamt it though.” Lando loses all thewords he was going to say. Is that an admission that Wedge wanted thekiss, that it wasn’t some spur of the moment thing? “Look, I knowthat I have god-awful timing, but can we try that again when I’mnot drunk off my face and in a depression spiral?”

What—

Landoblinks several times at Wedge in quick succession. He’sstill there. Lando isn’t imagining things. But he heard right;Wedge wants to kiss him. “You really do have awful timing,” Landosays, because he is leaving,and who knows if he’llsurvive Jabba’s clutches, or if Wedge will still be alive when hecomes back. But they’ve still got a little time, so Lando standsup, making his way round the desk so he can drag Wedge out of hischair and tip his head up and kiss him.

Asoft moan emerges from Wedge’smouth, as he clutches his hands in the soft material of Lando’sshirt. Lando pushes him back against the desk, sliding a thingbetween Wedge’s legs and wondering why on earth he didn’t trythis sooner. Wedge’s mouth is sweet under his, kissing back with aquiet fierceness that Lando didn’t expect. It’s completelydifferent from their last kiss, which was uncertain and full of adegree of wild desperation on Wedge’s part. This time, it’smutual, wanted and appreciated.

Whenthey break the kiss, Wedge stares at Lando for a long moment,observing his entire face. A flush has coloured his cheeks, Landoknows that, almost embarrassing but not because he likes Wedge, morethan he ever thought he would, and he’sat a point in his life where that’s okay with him. “I know mytiming’s rotten,” Wedge whispers. His head fits into the crook ofLando’s neck almost perfectly. “How much time do we have beforeyou leave?”

Landochecks his chrono. “Notenough.” He strokes a hand down Wedge’s jawline; it’s sharp andstrong, and there’s the barest hint of stubble in a few placeswhere Wedge must have been in a rush that morning. A finger beneathWedge’s chin tilts his mouth up to meet Lando’s again. Landotries to memorise Wedge’s mouth, his lips, his taste; this entiremoment. It’ll be something to keep to himself, a memory totreasure, to remind him that there’s the potential for somethinggood in his life. “Force.” He exhales, lips not breaking apartfrom Wedge’s, breathing the words into his mouth. “You betterstill be here when I get back Wedge.”

“I’lltry and stay safe.” It’s all he can promise. Anything more wouldbe a lie, and Lando knows it. Wedge slips a hand round Lando’swaist, pulling him in close. “I’ll try. I’m not fucking aroundwhen I say it’s dangerous.”

“Iknow you’re not.” Lando sweeps a hand through Wedge’s hair;it’s surprisingly soft. “I just like to get a chance to see it…”He trails off. However he was going to end that sentence is too manywords, too soon. So he kisses Wedge again, silently counting down thelast minutes he gets to spend with this man he unexpectedly adores.

“Yeah,”Wedge mutters into Lando’s mouth, and maybe, just maybe, they’lllive to see it.

.

Alive– though only barely – Lando flies back to the Alliance fleet onthe Millennium Falcon, alongside Chewie, Leia, and an unfrozen Han,who seems to be recovering his wits at a pace. The Falcon docks withHome One, and Lando says his goodbyes to the rest of them quickly –Han needs to see a proper medbay before they all debrief, so he’sgot time – and heads to the Hangar.

RogueSquadron’sX-Wings are in the hangar, twelve of them, none looking the worse forwear. Lando breathes a sigh of relief. It’s no guarantee, ofcourse, but it’s a good omen. He rounds a corner and finds Wedge,sitting on a crate, consulting a data pad, biting his lower lip infrustration. A couple of the other Rogues are dotted about thehangar, decompressing in their various individual ways, but Landoonly has eyes for Wedge.

Wedgelifts his eyes at the sound of Hobbie’sindignant cry as Janson tackles him to the floor, and catches sightof Lando. He ignores his pilots, sets the datapad down and slips offthe box he’s sitting on, making his way over to Lando. Lando slideshis hands in his pockets, attempting to look nonchalant – he can’tlet his entire reputation go – but he can feel his mouth workingits way into a giddy smile, because force damn it, he really doeslike Wedge, and he’s missedthebloke, and it’sjust a delight to properly see him.

Wedge’space is just a little faster than ordinary; he stops a foot clear ofLando, appraising him. “You don’t look too badly off, for someonewho spent a couple of month’s in Jabba’s palace,” he says.

“Yeahwell, I’m pretty glad that Jabba’s dead.” Lando wants to reachout and touch, pull Wedge close. But Wedge is maintaining a distanceand they’re in front of not just Rogue Squadron, but dozens ofsupport personnel, and they never did have a conversation aboutwhether they wanted to make their relationship public.

Wedgeraises his eyebrows. “Dead?”

“ThePrincess. Things went a little awry.” Lando makes a motion with hishand, waving the details away. Wedge is familiar enough with theantics of Skywalker and co. “Glad to be back. Any hope of somepeace and quiet and a chance to catch up?”

“I’mbooked to run sims with the kids in half an hour, but my evening isclear and yours.” Wedge looks a little bashful, but Lando smiles inappreciation. That’ll give him a chance to get properly clean andhave some sleep. “And peace and quiet ain’t on the radar. There’sbeen no formal announcement, but something’s definitely up; Iexpect they’ll brief you on it first chance they get.”

Landogroans, just a little, though he didn’treally expect anything else. “It’s not the welcome home you mighthave wanted, but I’ve got a bottle of whiskey in my quarters andI’ve been looking for an opportunity to share it,” Wedgesuggests.

“Darling,”the endearment falls off Lando’s tongue with accustomed ease, butWedge’s eyes widen like he wasn’t expecting it, “your companyis the only welcome home I wanted.”

“Oh.”Wedge steps forward, into Lando’s space and says; “In that case.”His hands move to the collar of Lando’s cape, and he pulls the maninto a kiss. It’s a little rough, and they still haven’t quiteworked out the height difference – Wedge still seems unaccustomedto kissing people taller than him – but it’s niceand honestly? Lando really could get used to this. There’shooting echoing behind them – probably Wedge’s pilots, but Landocouldn’t give a fuck right now – he just concentrates on kissingWedge, long and slow, taking his chance because who knows if therewill be another, Lando is lucky to get this homecoming.

Theypart; Lando strokes a hand down Wedge’sjaw and looks him over properly. He’s smiling, eyes bright, and helooks a world away from the man who Lando left a couple of monthsago, who had darkness bleeding at the edge of his psyche. Landodoesn’t dare to hope that Wedge is completely shot of that suicidalideation, but he looks happier; Lando won’t have to worry abouthim, anymore than he already would, with whatever this thing that iscoming is. “It’s good to see you,” Lando whispers, leaning backin for another kiss.

Wedgeresponds by wrapping his arms around Lando’sneck and pointedly ignoring the loud jeers from his gathered pilots,and yeah; Lando likes this.

[majesticartax]

Hey Lauren! First I created a Ko-Fi account and now I'm logging into tumblr for the first time in years just to message you (though I do frequent your blog to keep track of how you're doing), so it's pretty obvious I think you're a very special creator! Once again, thank you for all of your work. Today, specifically, thank you for the new BP chapter. I got so excited when I saw the AO3 email (so soon after Dentelle!), and then you quickly brought me down with the angst. It hurts so good!!!

HI! YES! HELLO! DID YOU GET MY YELLING THANKS ON THE KOFI SITE!?? goddamn that site, i have no idea how to see if you receive my messages so if you didn’t THANK YOU A MILLION BILLION TIMES AGAIN AND AGAIN. 

And i’m so sorry how the chapter played out D’: i’m frantically hurrying to crank out the next part as a weeping apology for all the hurt after a long stretch of silence. i should have done better by you after that terrible cliffhanger in september :(( i feel like i let a lot of people down. 

It means so much that you came here to message me and say such wonderful things. and i’m really REALLY happy that you sent me an ask, because now I can put an account name to you and dedicate a future chapter to you as a thanks for your support

[tacticalgrandma]

Because I'm a sucker for them interacting, please give us more Alex and Herc in the Batman AU. First impressions? Division of labor? Kitchen encounters in the middle of the night?

AO3

Tried to write them hanging out but someone interrupted, whoops:

“Herc!” Alex yelled as the doors to Laurens Research and Development Offices slid open. He looked around the clinical office space, rows of clunky white tables topped with elaborate computer set ups, and nobody in sight. He crossed the room to the door on the opposite side, and knocked. “Herc?” he called again.

No answer. “Ah well,” Alex muttered to himself. He walked back across the room to one of the computers, sat down in the swivel chair in front of it, and typed in the log in information for John Laurens. Herc would have let him do it anyway, probably. Better to ask forgiveness than permission and all that.

“Organize your damn internal drive,” Alex said, continuing to mutter as he clicked through the filing system. “Come on Herc, it’s like you’re trying to keep the extrajudicial vigilante abetment thing hidden or something.” He paused, then clicked back a screen, then clicked on a folder labeled “Pics of Kids.” It contained a single Excel sheet, listing the inventory of the Laurens Foundation combat prototypes, and the codes for accessing them in the R&D vault. “Perfect, Herc. Hide it as something that no one would willingly decide to look at.” He spun and jumped out of the chair, bumping straight into a young woman who was exiting the vault.

“I’m so sorry-“ he began.

“Who are you?” she asked.

Alex looked down at her. She had short curly hair and thick hipster glasses, and her electric wheelchair had a tablet on a swivel on the right side. She was keeping a finger on that screen as she stared expectantly at him.

“Well?” she asked. Alex swallowed nervously.

“I’m uh, Alexander Hamilton?” She looked at him blankly. “I’m a friend of Herc’s? Uh, Hercules’s?”

“I don’t think Mr. Mulligan lets his friends into the vault,” she said. She was typing something out on the tablet.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, of course! I’m not like, just a friend of his. I’m John Laurens’s personal assistant.” She continued to stare. “Like, Laurens John Laurens?”

“So… why are you trying to get in to the vault?” she asked, and Alex deflated.

“Could you just call Herc please?”

“Oh trust me, I am,” she said. “I’m just also calling a few other people. So…”

Alex flopped back down into his swivel chair, raising his hands in defeat. The woman smiled and drove around him, and settled at the computer he had been using. Alex turned and looked back at her. “You’re not worried?” he asked.

“Why would I be worried?” she said, still facing the screen.

“What if I had a gun or a knife or something?”

“You wouldn’t be able to get anything like that down here. Security would catch that much, I’m sure.”

“Well, still.” She turned around to face him, an eyebrow raised.

“I had my back to a massive arms stockpile and my finger on the master console for this lab. I wasn’t too worried.” Alex slumped back down and folded his hands across his chest as the woman resumed her work on the computer, conceding defeat and resigning himself to embarrassment.

It came about five minutes later as Alex heard the faint sound of a keypad unlocking the entrance. He and the woman turned around to see Hercules Mulligan and two security guards entering the lab. Hercules looked around, out of breath and anxious, before spotting the woman and sighing in relief, then spotting Alex and straightening up again in surprise.

“Alex? What the hell are you doing here?”

Alex ran one hand over his face. “So, look, you know I needed that thing, and it seemed like you were busy…” He heard the sound of muffled laughter behind him, and turned to glare at the unapologetic looking woman.

“Oh my God,” Hercules said, smiling. He turned to the guards. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay. He’s just an idiot.” Alex gave a small wave as the security guards appraised him, then turned and left. Hercules walked over to him and smacked him upside the head, then leaned on his shoulders, ignoring his protests, as he addressed the woman. “Sorry about that, Ms. Schuyler. Mr. Hamilton has just inherited some of his boss’s entitlement issues.”

Alex started. “Wait. Schuyler?”

“Yeah, Peggy. Peggy Schuyler.” The woman shook her head to chase away the last of her laughter, and looked over at him. “You know my sister, right?”

Alex felt a wave of dread. “How did you know?”

“Her sister, Eliza,” Hercules said loudly, glaring down at Alex. “She works with John a lot, so of course Mr. Hamilton has met her.”

Peggy looked between the two of them, Alex still looking nervous and Hercules still looking exasperated. “Right,” she said finally. “I should probably let you guys get to whatever you were going to do. Nice meeting you, Alexander.” She took the chair out of its locked mode and turned away from the two.

“Likewise,” Alex said. She held hand up in farewell and Alex watched her drive into the next room. When the door closed, Alex spun and hit Hercules on the shoulder.

“You hired the police commissioner’s kid sister to work at the Batman’s lab??”

Hercules rubbed at his shoulder, as though the blow could have possibly hurt him. “Look, man, I didn’t have much of a choice, ok? She was top of her class, Eliza recommended her, I’d have to do a helluva lot of explaining as to why I didn’t hire her.” He rolled his eyes when Alex continued to glower. “And besides, she was at the top of her class. She’s already done a shit ton of stuff around here. If you think about it, it actually helps John, since we’ll get the job done better and faster. And she’s a really cool person once you get to know her. Real funny. Weird taste in music.”

Alex sank back in the chair, tapping his fingers against his leg rapidly. “I still don’t like it,” he said after a minute. “It just seems too risky. Can’t you reassign her somewhere else?”

“Tried that,” Hercules said. “Told administration to send her to IT for her interview. She came back the next day with a portfolio of her work and refused to speak to anyone but me. And Eliza came down and told me I better at least talk to her or she’d fuck me over, in so many words.” He snorted, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re right Alex. We ever try to go up against the Schuylers, we’re not going to win that one. But if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right?”

“That’s not what that means at all,” Alex said.

“It kind of is.” Hercules began pushing the swivel chair Alex was sitting in towards the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me, my staff and I have some work to do.”

“But I still need the—“

“I’ll get them to you as soon as possible.” He pushed Alex through the sliding doors, and waved as they closed on Alex’s glaring face.

He heard Alex yell “I’m telling Beth about the file name!” through the frosted glass. Hercules paused a minute, then shook his head and walked away. It wasn’t his fault that few of his coworkers had experienced the joys of parenthood. Beth would understand.

He settled into his office and the comfortable rhythm of work. A couple hours later, he heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” he called.

The door swung outward and Peggy drove in. “Sorry about earlier, sir.”

“Don’t be,” said Hercules. “Alex deserves to have some second thoughts the next time he comes barging into my lab and messing around.” He looked over at her, her hands carefully folded in her lap. “Was there something else you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, yes, actually,” Peggy said. “After Mr. Hamilton submitted to his detention, I looked into what he had been doing, to make sure he hadn’t compromised our systems. He hadn’t thankfully, but he had opened up a document I wasn’t familiar with.” She adjusted her glasses. “One that listed some combat technology that I hadn’t heard of. Not here, at least. I seem to remember hearing about the Batman using some of that equipment.”

Hercules stared at her. Her face was the same carefully constructed neutral as Eliza’s had been when she had been threatening him. He put his head in his hands.

“Are you going to tell your sister?” he asked. He heard Peggy snort and he looked up, surprised.

“That’d put Angelica in the worst goddamn position. She has to litigate against the richest person in Gotham, and she loses her check on corrupt cops. I know she complains about him, but right now, the Batman’s doing her a solid. No, don’t worry,” Peggy said. She leaned forward. “I just want in.”

If you can’t beat ‘em, Hercules thought. He stuck out his hand and Peggy shook it, smiling. “But you’re going to have to deal with Alex from now on.”

Peggy laughed. “I wouldn’t worry to much about that one, sir.”

“No,” Hercules said. “I suppose I shouldn’t.”