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darkbluekies · 10 months ago

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Dr Kry drabble: having a nightmare (as a doctor/husband)

Doctor!yandere OC x reader

Warnings: half Stockholm syndrome, mentions of poison, trauma(?), dreams of being cut open

As a doctor

You pick up the phone connected to the wall with a shaking hand. The phone is connected to one other phone in the hospital: Kry's. He has always said that you can call him at any time of the day when he's not there if you need him. This is the first time you take advantage of his offer. It takes a few seconds for him to answer. You must have awoken him, you think and sigh. You know that he sleeps less than a man his age should, maybe you should try to go back to bed?

"What's wrong, Y/N?" you hear his voice ask, newly awoken and raspy.

"I dreamt a nightmare", you say and want to hit yourself for being a wuss.

"I will come up in a second."

He hangs up. You know that it takes him approximately seven minutes for him to get to your room from the staff's bedroom. You wait for him until he comes in, looking tired. Your first instinct is to apologize, but he's quicker.

"Are you okay?" he asks, sits down on his rolling stool and rolls over to the bed. He took your hand. "What did you dream about? Can you tell me?"

"I-I dreamt that I was dying, that- ... that I was being cut open on a surgical table", you whisper in a shaky voice."

"That sounds unpleasent indeed, I'm sorry-"

"I-I was calling for you."

"You were?"

Your eyes fill with tears. "You weren't there."

Dr Kry takes both of your hands in his, licking his lips nervously.

"I'm sorry, Y/N", he apologizes, even though it isn't his fault. "I'm sorry you had to experience that alone. You know that I would never let that happen. I'll always protect you. No one will be cutting in you as long as I am here."

You give him a small smile. Dr Kry smiles warmly.

"Don't worry, I'll sit here by your side and hold your hand until you fall asleep again, I won't leave your side for even a second. If you want, could I tell you a story?"

You nod.

"Yeah?" he smiles. "Perfect, just lay back, relax and squeeze my hand and I'll take you away to dreamland."

As a husband

You open your eyes and take a deep breath. You can feel him move beside you. His hands grab at your shoulders ever so carefully to turn you to him.

"Are you alright, dear?" he asks carefully and helps you sit up, putting a pillow behind your back. "Did you have a nightmare, again?"

You nod. After finding out that he was poisoning you and was, in fact, not the heroic doctor you looked up to, things have been odd.

"I can't stop thinking about what happened at the hospital", you whisper and lower your eyes. "I dreamt that I couldn't breathe ... and that I couldn't use my limbs ..."

He caresses your cheek, forcing you to look at his ice blue eyes.

"Everything is okay", he says firmly. "You are out of there. I will never do that to you again."

You feel your eyes water. He's lying, you know that. He might have stopped with his poisoned air purifier, but something is wrong. You're not well. He's still hurting you.

Dr Kry moves closer and hugs you, directing your face into his shoulder. He strokes your back, letting you cry in peace.

"My dearest", he whispers painfully. "Oh, it hurts me so to see you cry."

He moves back and wipes your teers with his thumbs.

"How about I make us some tea and get us something to eat?" he suggests.

You nod and sniffle. He lets you come with him down to the kitchen where he makes the two of you a sandwich and a cup of tea. When you're done, you go back upstairs. He stays up for the rest of the night to keep an eye on you where you sleep on his chest for the rest of the night.

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fawninthesnow · 19 days ago

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Hey! I understand if not cuz you originally wrote the fic as a one-shot but I honestly think attention has the potential to have a part 2 or be a mini-series. Like i’d love to see reader x geta sneaking off or something despite caracalla. I also hope you’re having a wonderful new years and I love your writing 💗

Hiii! You are so sweet! Thank you! So, It was originally supposed to be a mini series but I forgot to finish my planning. I think I'll do 3 parts in total!

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 2

𐙚 Emperor Geta x Fem! Emperor Caracalla x Fem! 𐙚 18+

Summary: As one of Caracalla's concubines, you find yourself in a bind when you grab his brother's attention.

Warnings/contains: fem dom (kinda), sub male, concubines, smoking, alcohol consumption, obsession, idealization, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 1.2k

PART 1

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That night, Caracalla nestled into your warm embrace, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. Droplets of saliva traced paths down your chest. His breath, soft as his hair, lulled you into a peaceful exhaustion. As usual, the emperor's door remained open—a fear of enclosed spaces a constant, and the bedroom air, consequently, cool. Your nakedness contributed to the chill.

Geta stood in the hallway, just outside the door. A servant held a torch, casting light on his perplexed face, his arms crossed in a posture of confusion. “Let us go.” He said to the servant, continuing down the hall.

You looked at the boy on your chest and rubbed his hair. Something in you wanted to stay, you knew on a personal level how it hurt him when, yet another person would leave. But simply the idea of Geta was enough to make you feral for sex.

You brushed a kiss against Caracalla's hair, then stepped off the bed. Wrapping yourself in a robe, you slipped down the hall, a single candle your only light. Reaching Geta's chambers, you requested passage, and the guards promptly opened the doors.

The emperor smirked, pushing the two women from his bed. “Leave please.” He said rather condescendingly to the women before turning his attention back to you. “Come, come.” He waved you over to him, inviting you into bed. Geta calmed his breathing, attempting to stay composed although a goddess of a woman just entered his bed. “I- I always thought it to be unfair that the most beautiful women go to *him* first.” He said, his hands glued to your flesh. He pulled you onto his hips, resting his back against the bedframe.

“Wait. I need to say…Caracalla may not know about this. I will leave before he wakes.”

“That is fine.” He looked up at you, enjoying the weight of your body on his. “You smell heavenly. Your beauty…I cannot begin to describe. Where are you from?”

“Mauretania.”

“Ahh, I see. I will call you...Lotus.” You blushed as he moved the curls of your hair from your eyes, “Where did he find you?”

“I was shopping for fruits at the bazaar when he came into the city.”

He chuckled, “I…believe you.” He did not. However, he did not want to waste time with you.

Your hands hold onto the sides of his neck, “He is asleep, but he will notice in time that I am gone.” Geta’s eyebrows furrowed as you pulled away from him. “I did not come here tonight to have sex with you.” The man’s nostrils flared in frustration, his arousal only teered off as a result. “I told you I planned to leave before he woke. Now, tomorrow, he plays with his friends in the courtyard, lounging festivities. I will meet you here then.”

“N- no! I want you now. Please? I promise to satisfy you; such a beautiful woman…” He murmured; his mind rather scattered with the thoughts of losing you. You watched as he frantically placed kisses along your breasts and neck. He kissed hard against your skin—

“You are going to leave marks, your highness.”

“That is my point.”

“Think of Caracalla.” You groan and push yourself from him. The man reached for your arm, placing kisses along your smooth skin. “Geta.” He held onto you as you walked towards the door. You sigh, brushing his hair with your fingertips.

“Please, do not leave.”

“I will see you again soon.”

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The following morning, Geta watched the courtyard, where his brother and friends engaged in a game of golf, their balls soaring across the garden and towards the city. He noticed you lounging on a sun bed, apart from the other courtesans. You sat propped on one elbow, your toga tightly wrapped around your hips and chest. The sun kissed your honey-toned skin, highlighting its smooth, supple texture as you relaxed. You were breathtakingly beautiful, a simple radiance. Geta wondered if you'd dipped in the lap pool; a subtle sheen suggested that you might have. Your skin looked both wet and luxuriously soft.

However, this wasn’t the plan! To just watch you from afar! No! You were supposed to sneak away by now. Sneak away and come to him! Why were you making him wait?! “Oh, my lotus…” Please do not do this, not in a time of such need!

You knew he was over behind a pillar, his eyes glaring from the copper-colored curtain. The man continued to fume with disgust as his brother made his way to you and sat beneath you. Your fingers in his hair, your hands ran down his neck and to your shoulder, your lips on his face. Every aspect annoyed Geta to a point of…arousal.

You ignored him, neglected your promise to be with him and it make his cock stiff under his garbs.

Eventually, his brother went back to his friends, but you continued to lay there. Your eyes drifted to geta; you always planned to go with him but now wasn’t the time! He looked unlike a sad dog as he rubbed himself under your gaze. From under his clothes, he held his cock with both of his fists.

You sat up, sipping your wine with a detached curiosity. His private indulgence was undeniably entertaining, a far more engaging spectacle than the usual drunken antics of Caracalla and his companions, flinging objects – seemingly at random – towards the city.

Geta did not want to break eye contact with you for he might lose your attention. He licked his lips with desire in his low sitting eyes. The two of you traded looks, repeatedly until you each broke a sweat. You leaned forward, trying to relax the heat that rose from your core. Your nipples were pert and sensitive, unable to handle the clothing that held onto and rubbed you so gently.

His noises get slightly louder and faster, as his whole body gets more shaken up. His fists are moving faster and faster, and the amount of precum he’s releasing is not slowing down. There wasn’t any shame on his face either, just a look of pure excitement and extreme desire. His entire mind is fixated on the woman in his sights.

You could not see his manhood, only his moving arms and shoulders. Your mind ran wild with the ideas of how he looked; how well his hips grind against yours in bed, and how his soft pink lips would hold onto your breasts. You shut your eyes for a moment and felt the push of his cock inside of you in your imagination.

He frantically searched your face for your attention once more. He goes silent, and then lets out a soft gasp as he looks at you. He quickly looks back down again, as his entire body is slightly trembling. As he tries to hide his mess of precum from you, he stays silent for now, waiting for you to make a move of some kind.

You glared back at him and rose from your lounging chair. He let out a loud shuddering moan as your hand touched his cheek. His entire body shakes and quivers, and he lets out a loud whimper as his cum sprayed onto her dress right after. His hands are just covering himself, and he is still twitching a bit. Geta lets out another loud whimper, as his body starts to calm down and he finally takes control of himself. You checked for others in the hall. “Come here. I am not done with you.” You whisper and take his hand.

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dr-futbol-blog · 3 days ago

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Epiphany, Pt. 18

We then move on to McKay and the others approaching the village, and while they are not running the way Sheppard had been running as he had made his way back from the cave the previous night, based on the fact that we can hear McKay being out of breath, they are keeping good pace. Given that we just watched Sheppard leave the village at a run back to them, the sequence of events here is interesting.

McKay: You know, I was just thinking: this entire field, I mean, not the field, I mean the field field, must generate its own day and night cycle, not to mention its own artificial climate. I mean, it's incredible! When you think... Dex: You wanna pick up the pace, McKay? McKay: Hey, he's waited for months. Another half hour isn't gonna kill him.

McKay mentions that keeping the walking pace that they have, it is going to take them half an hour to reach the village that it had taken 10 hours for Sheppard to have reached at a run. This suggest that they had indeed crossed the threshold the previous night and it is entirely possible that McKay patting the ground next to him for Weir to sit had happened just as Teer had told Sheppard to sit (and let us also note the similarity in the names, Weir and Teer -- pronounced Tier and rhyming with Weir -- that is probably not accidental; in fact, Teer = Teyla + Weir). If McKay's assessment of five minutes for the others to get in had been correct, they had started walking toward the village just as Teer kissed him, meaning that McKay was getting physically closer to Sheppard the further they were engaged in the sex. This also seems to indicate that McKay's "You know, I was just thinking" epiphany here about the artificial climate coincided with Sheppard's discussion on thunder storms over breakfast, which would mean that it had taken them c. 12-13 hours to make the same distance as had taken Sheppard 9,5-10 hours to run. This tracks.

What this means is that this is not the same place as where Avrid had first ran out of the woods to meet Sheppard, which had been "across the sanctuary" and hence closer to the cave, but that they have already crossed the sanctuary and are approaching the village. This is important for establishing that McKay's "You know, I was just thinking" was synchronous with Sheppard's "Haven't any of you seen thunderstorms?" of the previous scene. And that is curious, to say the least. The minimum of what is happening here is that Sheppard and McKay are, for umpteenth time, thinking the same thing at the same time like that keeps happening by sheer coincidence. McKay is saying "I mean, it's incredible!" just as Sheppard is saying "it's also very cool!" but because we see these things happen in sequence, we cannot appreciate the synchronicity.

It is also curious that as worried as McKay has been over Sheppard, earlier insisting Beckett come along because he does not know if Sheppard is seriously injured or even alive, he now seems entirely carefree to the point of being careless, like he is no longer concerned for Sheppard. Like he knows that Sheppard is alive and well and waiting for them where they are heading. And how could he possibly know that? That McKay does not care about him is not even an option. For some reason that is never explained, McKay seems to know. And he is feeling good, here. Like every step they take, he is feeling more at ease. And, just to re-iterate, they have bee walking for hours and he does not even seem to feel it.

Weir: We don't know how long it's gonna take to find him. Beckett: Aye, and besides that, I have a date planned with Lieutenant Cadman for tomorrow night. McKay: Oh, no, so we've only got twelve years in here! What? What is it? I'm not detecting anything. Dex: Doesn't mean it isn't there.

Ronon drops a lampshade on the viewers: just because you don't detect it does not mean it is not there. That something cannot be seen with the naked eye does not mean that it cannot have tangible effects. This being said, the t-shirt is both visible and tangible but it only has meaning in context.

But let us back-track a little. Beckett mentions that he has a date with Cadman, the first time that their budding romance from Duet (S02E04) is revisited. Later on, Beckett tells them that the affair had fizzled out and let us recall that it was only until Cadman was occupying McKay's body that she seemed to develop this interest in co-Ancient gene having Beckett. Regardless, it is clear that Beckett is here both on the field and has "got" a woman, both of which McKay had claimed that Beckett was jealous over for him during his enzyme-fueled possession in the previous episode. What is obvious here is that McKay is not jealous of Beckett for having gotten Cadman because Cadman is -- although blonde and beautiful -- among the last women that McKay would ever want, along with Heightmeyer, and that is curious given how he keeps claiming to be into hot blondes. He could care less about Cadman, and Beckett's luck with women is a peripheral concern for him when he is in control of his faculties and not trying to goad his best friend into scoring him some wraith dope. This also tracks. Also, we do not know if this is an on-going thing or this is their first date -- it might be McKay's words had even pushed Beckett into asking her out for all we know. What is interesting is that both of McKay's claims are revisited here, Beckett's dislike and not jealousy for being on the field and McKay's not getting (or wanting) all the women.

Second thing to note is that while McKay's "twelve years" here might well be hyperbole, his math just keeps not mathing. Sheppard has spent around six months inside the time dilation field which had been c. 17 hours of real time. Assuming that by "tomorrow night" Beckett was referring to a time that, given the 28-hour "day and night cycle" on Atlantis, would be 30-35 hours from when they went in (it was daylight on the planet they left from, which of course tells us next to nothing about what time it was currently on Atlantis, but it had also been daytime when McKay had been in his lab chiding Conan and Xena). With all of this, it would still only give them about a year inside the field until it was date time for Beckett meaning that McKay's assessment of how fast time is running is way off. And what it also tells us is that it feels like years to him since he has seen Sheppard. He can quip about another half hour not killing Sheppard all he wants but dissociating has made all of this feel a lot longer for him than it has been for the others, and he keeps approximating time to have been much longer. And also that he is just not not good at mental math, he kind of sucks at it, if we are perfectly honest.

This, now, as Teyla detects something in the woods also seems to be when Teer got the shining about the beast being upon them and when Sheppard started off at a run toward them, and that also tracks. McKay's dismissive comment toward Beckett's date coincides with Sheppard being dismissive toward Teer. In fact, it is possible Teyla detected it even before Teer. While McKay seems to respect Teyla's instinct, he also relies heavily on the scanner and hence he seems to have trouble reconciling the evidence from these two sources and this too may be symbolic. Ronon, on the other hand, trusts Teyla over a machine any day of the week.

Dex: Can you see anything? Teyla: No. But I sense something is close. Weir: Maybe we should try another way. Dex: Won't make any difference. It's stalking us. Beckett: Sounds like it's more than one. McKay: Yeah, more than one what? Teyla: I do not know.

And so the beast is "upon them," the Jabberwock has found them. And it is interesting that the beast comprising of the fears of the villagers has come for them because while each and every one of them feels fear, to be sure, they are also all of them much more in touch with their fears than the locals are. They can admit that they are afraid which allows them to conquer their fears, and it seems as though all of Sheppard's friends fight their fears almost on a daily basis, fight their fears like it's their job.

The three times that we have now "seen" the beast, it seems like Teer's fear of either not getting Sheppard or losing him to another has been at the heart of its manifestation, and let us be generous and make a claim that she fears losing Sheppard to all of them here, losing him to his friends that have come to get him home. It is not as though the beast is going for McKay specifically as we see him take hold of his weapon, the one that Sheppard has taught him how to use to protect himself, and prepare to protect not himself but also the weakest member of their rescue party, Weir. McKay is afraid but that has never stopped him from being brave because It's OK to be scared, it's part of life. That is something that Sheppard has learned from Rodney McKay.

They all fire on the invisible beast, and Ronon and Teyla attempt to take it head on while both McKay and Beckett close rank on Weir. The two of them are protecting the weakest link and also the leader of the expedition who may not be the most vital of them for the running of the mission (certainly all three of the are "vital, vital to this mission"), but is nonetheless really important. And this is precisely why McKay had wanted her to stay back. But she had insisted on coming for the reason we are able to see as Sheppard comes running out of the forest, throwing himself at the beast with not a hint of fear or hesitation.

And let us point out the fact that somehow Sheppard knew exactly where to find them, he ran directly to them having gotten no direction from Teer. He knew where they would be. The fact that he was drawn directly to them is rather interesting. Sheppard loves these people, all of them, every one of them in different ways and if his time in this prison has taught him anything, it is that he does not want to live without them. And so the beast vanishes and he finds himself face down on the ground just like most of his team, and Weir runs right to him again like she is the heroine of a romantic film rushing to her beloved that has been lost for so long -- when that is not at all what this is.

Note that McKay sees Sheppard first, looks at him first, and Weir and McKay start moving toward him at the same time. But McKay loses time putting down his scanner and so, as Weir gets to Sheppard first, McKay decides to put his gun away and then goes to help Teyla where Beckett had gone to help Ronon, because both of them might have been injured by getting hurled away by the beast. And Weir goes directly to Sheppard, puts her hand on him, on his shoulder, but then draws it back almost as quickly as she lays it on. It is, frankly, impossible to say if she even really makes contact. What is important is this: she is not the first person he looks at. He looks past her shoulder before seeing her.

Teyla told us "Something is close." Beckett said: "Sounds like it's more than one." Again we find the writers are speaking to the audience through the characters. Dex had asked "Can you see anything?" We are given the option of seeing the t-shirt or ignoring it. And what we cannot see here is him touching her. We see him throwing his shoulder back because he does not want to be touched by her. Weir had tried to touch him when he does not want to be touched and while we see women frequently override his boundaries, we have never seen McKay do that. McKay has never violated Sheppard's boundaries or done things to him he did not have his consent to do. That is the difference. We saw this already in Sanctuary (S01E14), and it is as true on this day as it had been then.

Continued in Pt. 19

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mymiraclebox · 10 months ago

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Maybe a Teer drabble?

[Teer's bio: Vulture of Sorrow.]

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"Mira, this is Teer, kwami of Sorrow, and they will be your kwami as you set off on your journey."

Teer opened her eyes as she was summoned into the world, peering at the one who held her Miraculous– her new holder.

"Your training has impressed many within the Order," Teer's eyes shifted from the holder to the Guardian that was speaking. She recognized him as the current Guardian on her Miracle Box, though she didn't know much about him. Guardians trained by the Order had never been social with the kwamis.

Besides, he would be dead in a few decades anyways, there was not a point in getting to know him.

"But most of all you have impressed me, which is why I am not only trusting you with a kwami from my box, but with an aspect of Emotion," the Guardian continued. "These powers are not to be taken lightly, or used outside of the threat you are facing. Unlike many abilities, those born from Emotion can affect many people, and you are not responsible for making sure Sorrow only touches those who threaten the world."

The Guardian seemed to be done with his speech, Mira bowing respectfully to him. "Don't worry, Master, your trust in me will not be misplaced." She then took the black handkerchief in her hand, the Miraculous of the Vulture, tying it around her wrist. Mira then looked at Teer, giving her a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you, I'm glad that I'll get the opportunity to work with you"

"It is not a thing to be glad about," Teer replied, drifting over to stand by her new holder's side. "If I am fortunate you will be a good holder who is truly a hero, but then I will only know you for a few years. If luck frowns on me then you will become corrupted and misuse these powers, tearing me from safety for decades to come. Either way this encounter will not end happy."

"Teer," her Guardian snapped. "You do not insinuate that a holder I have picked will turn against the Order!"

Mira on the other hand did not seem upset. "Well, I hope I can prove to you, Teer, that I will be a good partner."

Teer did not see how a good partner would be a good thing. Maybe many years ago it would have been, back when holders were lifelong companions, but those days were now painful memories since she had fallen into the Order's hands. Mira did not understand what being a good holder meant to a kwami, how they would only get a few years of the kindness and the thrill, before the Miraculous would be taken from them again, holder and kwami to no longer meet.

Life was a tragedy as a kwami of the Order.

Mira was a good holder.

She fought for good, fearlessly facing the threats the Order of the Guardians guided her to. She was good when it came to battle, defeating those who stood in her way. She was a good person, always kind to Teer, letting her roam within her home, and always having onions on hand for her to feast on.

Mira was a not only a good holder, but also a good friend.

Teer silently cried herself to sleep the night she realized that, tucked in the nook of Mira's neck. Teer had found a kind and valiant holder, and she would not be hers to keep. The Guardians would only let her hold a Miraculous for as long she were young and able to fight, which would not be for much longer. Mira was already a few decades old, and would only have a few more decades left of fighting years at most. And even if this limit wasn't set by the Guardians, humans did not even live for a century. It was a cruel fate, to have such a wonderful species to only lived for such a short moment.

Teer wiped her tears away as she laid there, carefully using her wings to comb at Mira's long black hair. Here she had a wonderful holder, but half of her life she'd spend sleeping like this. Now was a time they could have been together, more moments they could use to just be with one another, but this mortal form did not allow humans to do so.

She was going to lose Mira. To death, to the Order, or to battle. It did not matter how it would happen, this would all painfully end one day, and Teer hated it.

She loved this holder.

"I'm pregnant."

Teer looked at her holder, blinking, taking in this news. She was very aware that humans did carry their young inside them, but it had been a long time since she had encountered it in a holder, and she did not quite remember how she was supposed to react to this.

"So there is a young human inside of you?" Teer asked peering at her stomach, finding this so strange. Unifying with a holder or fellow kwami during transformation made sense, but being literally inside other being? How bizarre.

"Yes," Mira said, hesitating. "I haven't told the Guardian yet, and I probably can hide it for just a bit longer, but soon it will be obvious that I'm expecting. After that... I'm going to have to give up my Miraculous."

Teer had gone from curious moments before, to absolutely horrified with just those few words. Wide eyes stared up at her holder, tears forming as she processed what she was saying.

This couldn't be happening. Not now. Mira was a good holder, a strong fighter, she was supposed to have a Miraculous for many more years!

"The Order only allows childless women to be holders," Mira explained softly as Teer grabbed at her dress. "We must have no other duties to serve with the Order. Once they find out I will be ordered to give you back... and for that I'm sorry, Teer, I'm so sorry."

"No!" Teer cried, tears falling down her face. "No, no, no! You're not supposed to leave, not yet! The fight is still happening, you're supposed to be my holder still!"

Teer had been preparing for this day to happen, she had always known it was coming, but now... so soon... she thought she had longer!

"It's not yet," Mira said, scooping her out of the air, thumbs wiping across her face as tears fell. Mira was now crying as well, cradling Teer close. "A few more months."

A few months at most. Teer may not remember everything about young humans, but she knew they grew within their mothers quickly. She did not know how long Mira had been carrying this young one, but she knew it would grow, and it would show.

"Are you... okay ?" Teer asked, looking up at Mira. She could barely make out her holder's expression, tears blurring her sight. She could sense the Sorrow within the human, but she knew that humans felt many emotions at once.

"I'm excited for the child," Mira said softly. "But not for what I must do because of this. I... I do not wish to lose you Teer."

Teer clutched her human tightly, her chest feeling heavy. She had been prepared to lose this holder one day... but not like this. As for the young one growing within her, Teer did not know what to feel. It would be risky to feel anything for them, as she would never get to know this young human. She knew they existed... but like all other humans in her life, they would be taken from her before she could even meet them.

"Maybe one day my child will be your holder," Mira said softly, as if reading Teer's mind.

A possibility, yes, the Order often looked at families of past holders for those to pick in the future, but the possibility of such paths crossing was not worth putting stock in. To place hope into something only for it not to happen was just pain waiting to happen.

If Teer knew a way to make sure this child could be her holder, then perhaps she would hope. If she knew that she could see Mira again after this, then maybe she could find it in her heart to celebrate this child– but Teer could not. All she felt was this aching pain, potent and churning.

What was the point of having so much in her life if she was only going to lose it all?

Teer's wings tightened around Mira, eyes snapping open, and for a moment Teer's tears were dry. She sat there, clinging to her holder, a determination setting in.

She did not want to lose Mira yet.

"We could run," Teer whispered, looking up at her.

"What?" Mira stammered.

"We could run away from the Order," Teer said softly. "Then they could not take the Miraculous away. You would still be my holder, and one day your child could do the same."

A rare giddy feeling was bubbling up in Teer, the sudden hope flaring bright. Running from the Order would mean so much... it would mean departing from her Miracle Box, but it would also mean being with Mira for the rest of her life. It would mean being with this child for their whole life.

A holder from birth until death... a potential good hundred years with one she could love. It would end painfully, perhaps more so than with other holders... but a hundred years with a holder...

"The Order would not forgive us," Mira said softly. "They would hunt us down."

"Other kwamis have done it before."

"Is... is that what you want?" Mira asked quietly. "To come with me, to be away from the Order."

Teer felt their eyes grow wet, tears of joy forming. "More than anything."

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Sans and Frisk from UTB Biephasic Terror.

Undertale Brittle Biephasic Terror (UTBBT) Sans-- or Teer as his "cousins" have to call him.

Sans/Teer

The oldest of the three brothers.

He works at a loan office, where he is sent out to collect on payments from stubborn borrowers.

Half-skeleton, half-scarecrow. Considers himself a skeleton before a scarecrow, despite being made of cloth and straw.

Despises people.

He avoids Papyrus like the plague, and avoids ever mentioning family.

His only friends are whoever decides to play poker with him at the bar at any given night.

Doesn't have any happy, long-standing relationships-- romantic, platonic, or familial until he rediscovers Gaster at the beginning of the story.

Smokes, even though he is made of cloth and could very easily give himself more scorch marks than he already has.

Frisk

A little girl who wanders wherever her instincts take her and makes both a great deal of friends and a great deal of trouble for her parents.

Speaks in clown-nose-honk noises.

Often talks to her dad, the only person who can accurately decipher her speech, about her best friend, Flowey the flower.

Takes Flowey everywhere she goes and tries to feed him bits of what she's eating, even though he "can only feed off the cosmic energy of the infinite Multiverse and its complex fractal frequencies" …whatever that means.

Frisk often has sleepovers with her friend, Asriel, and his spunky sister, Undyne.

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