#did the circus even actually feed/water him

[vastpotato]

Love that tma is so traumatic constantly that we all gloss over the fact that Jon was kidnapped and forcibly moisturized while tied to a chair for a month.

Every time I think too hard about it it actually freaks me out. And Jon never talks about it again which also freaks me out

[acid-ixx]

Wouldn’t it be funny if Reader shows just a tiny amount of happiness to any one of the batfam, and the next thing you know they try their best to make Reader to do it again.

Example:

Dick:Makes a silly joke

Reader: Actually smiles and laughs at it

Dick: gloats about it to the fam

The BatFam: practically on all fours chasing after Reader to try and make them laugh

Don’t stress out with your writings (btw love your ‘again & again’ series❤️)

Take your time and don’t forget to drink water🫶🫶🫶

laughter is the best medicine

ft. yan! dick grayson, jason todd, and damian wayne

— masterlist !

more beneath the cut ! fluff ? with a mix of yandereness is my thing hehe. i love this ask sm <3 you guys are being fed well today !!!

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

ugh they're the definition of giving someone an inch and they'll be taking a mile. it would especially be annoying if it were dick on the receiving end of the line. but even if he'd be the one you'd take most precaution to, don't underestimate just how much your opinion holds the most value in the family. so they'll most definitely gloat about their achievement of making you smile or hell, even leaning against their shoulder willingly calls for a celebration.

trust me when i say that living in a stuffy manor already sucks, and they don't exactly like seeing you sulk and merely rot in your bed all day. so like any loving family would do, they'll try their damn best to at least see a quirk of your mouth or that faint glimmer in your that dick oh-so enchantingly talk about.

so it comes to them in the form of a surprise that one day, when your oldest brother accidentally trips over one of your expensive novelty ballpen, instead of nearly shouting at him for breaking one of your favorites, it was the "oomph!" sound his throat makes and his wide eyes when his ass directly landed on the floor that makes you crack into small giggles.

if it weren't for his enhanced hearing, dick would've crossed out your laughter as a hallucination, a product of imagination, something entirely impossible to produce, but no.

he had proven himself wrong.

once he turns back at you, he sees the crinkle of your eyes and your palm trying to cover your shit eating grin. the plump of your cheeks are so accentuated that he forgets the initial embarrassment he feels in the first place, replaced with awe at just how artfully captivating his sibling looks; sitting by

it's like a painting, he wishes it was. he wishes tim would be quick enough to capture the succession of your smiles in the live camera feed.

all because he couldn't believe it. couldn't believe that his baby bird is laughing. they're laughing and they look so mirthful and full of life when doing so.

yes, you're laughing at him, at his stupidity for being unable to detect a mere ballpen despite being trained to locate every known obstacle in a field.

but fuck, he was already raised at a circus to fulfill the role of an acrobat who entertains the crowd. what more could it be if that means he could play the role of a clown for you, his baby bird worth more than a thousand lives, whose laughter is equivalent to the immense euphoria that is filling his entire being?

give him an inch and he'll take an entire mile.

the next day, you'd be greeted with... a lot of peculiar instances within your family. all of which you would laugh at because it's not typical that your family displays mistakes, and you feel a bit better about yourself when their imperfections seem to seep out of their being— or maybe it's just your thoughts eating you up again, because is it just you or did jason, tim, and even damian, manage to at least trigger a reaction out of you?

tim would accidentally end up drinking orange juice right after brushing his teeth. his cringing expression, choked gargling and immense spitting is enough to guarantee a light chuckle from your seated form as you ate your cereal in peace, watching him as he tries to rid of the bitter taste on his tongue. although, bitter as it may, the sweetness and the aching of his tooth overpowers the regret he fills for gulping an entire bottle of orange juice down his throat.

he's so glad that he had set up multiple cameras and recorders at different angles prior to your time spent with him because he just couldn't stop watching your reaction in loop whilst he tried to continue his investigations within gotham's latest crime news. yet no matter how hard he attempts to control himself, his eyes couldn't stop looming over to your form, finding your reaction too incredibly cute to be ignored. yeah, he'll do his duties later. for now, he just needs to... screenshot every single frame of your expressions.

jason isn't much of a joker but when reading you one of your favorite stories, he had managed to mispronounce one of the words so badly that it ruined the narrative of the classical book he was voice acting for you. it was a stupid thing to laugh at, but for a guy like jason, who was an english nerd in his very prime, it would be hilarious— especially when his gothamite accent seeps into his vocabulary; which is very unbefitting for the voice of a character who was a princess that loves to wear frilly, pink dresses.

imagine a man, with a growl that vibrates through his skull, and muscles that bulge through his shirt, voices a princess of all people! his high pitched register for the character was already grating to your ears, but the sudden shift from an airy and girlish to deep and gruff with an added effect of a voice crack at the word "cake" was enough to let you burst out into laughs, your giggles echoing through the comfortable silence of the manor's library. for the first time in a while, you let jason wrap his arms around your shoulder, asking for your input about his tremendous acting skills.

jason never had many moments to cherish within the manor, preferring to stay over and outside of bruce's radar, but god does he love going through the batcave's live feed just to zoom in on your expressions, the grin on your face heavily reminds him of himself, back when he was the oblivious robin with no idea of what was coming to him. yet only now, he swears to protect your smile from never faltering.

damian takes his artistry skills seriously, constantly making a show of bragging to you whenever he has the opportunity to. but this time, he was incredibly pissed at drake for accidentally squeezing all the paint from the tube of oil paints he had stored by the drawers, and it was a shade closest to your skin tone, too; he meant to use that tube of paint for his next portrait of you. so like the petty child he is, damian sets on an hour long routine of drawing tim with monstrous features that screams the opposite of what he sports.

that means he had drawn multiple variants of tim with a hideous, actual bowl cut one. no seriously, his hair was a bowl and the strands that peeked out of it were spaghetti strands. in another drawing, his red robin outfit consists of plucked feathers and an elongated beak for its mask, what seems to be the pocket for the eyes now replaced with cat-like slits that makes the vigilantes expression looker idiotic and downright stupid. yet it felt therapeutic for damian to draw that his brother with what he felt was enough revenge to exact upon drake. that scum deserved a horrendously made portrait of him.

what he didn't expect was that you had stumbled upon his atelier, wanting to cure your boredom by painting a scenery when all of a sudden you had to drop all your equipment from your hands because... what the fuck was damian painting...? why is tim crawling across the floor in one of the portraits...? it takes a second or two for you to register the drawing's very detailed portrayal of a literal bowl cut, your laughter bursting out of the seams because no fucking way did damian actually draw something so hilarious and unserious. if you were anybody else, damian would've kicked your shins so violently you would've required a visit to the hospital. but because it's you... he chooses to sulk in the corner with puffed cheeks and burning ears as you approach the painting with said curiosity of a child and a laughter you can't stifle so easily.

at least it got you to stay in the same room as him for about an hour, with you giving your youngest brother more ideas to make the drawings even more unsettling than they already were, to which damian takes your tips to heart.

after you had eagerly (and shyly) showed the entire family you and damian's shared creation of a monstrosity, tim swears he'll never squeeze a tube of damian's paint anymore.

[scary-lasagna]

Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if it was okay if to request LJ, Bloody Painter, and Hoodie (separately) with a siren reader? Reader, in her human form, is slightly stronger, durable, and faster. However, in their siren form (which happens when they get submerged underwater) they have the typical powers of a siren, but they also have limit consciousness. What I mean by that is that they are a lot more feral in this form, and doesn’t really recognize anyone in that form, but like, around their partners, they’d sort of feel familiar to them, so reader in their siren form won’t attack them or anything. Hope this makes sense!

In my AU sirens can also transform into bird-like creatures! They have power over the sea and the air :] I decided to implement that as well.

Laughing Jack

Jack, as you know, runs an old, worn-down circus.

There are no more acts of beasts, or rare animals from the human realm, but more so of a retirement place for the creatures.

He basically bought you off of the black market, watching the algae float around the the cramped tank they kept you in.

There was no way he'd be able to sleep at night, knowing he could prevent another lonely night for you.

You got a lovely spot next to Snowflake, his prized albino Tiger, which Jack thought was so funny, because of the cat and fish dynamic.

But after research and asking around after taking care of you for a month, he concluded to take you out of the water.

He enjoyed that month of bonding and feeding you, and even reading you stories whenever you seemed bored with any enrichment toys and food he gave you. He wondered if you would even remember him.

But you did, and you thanked him profusely for rescuing you, even if he had no idea how much it cost or energy it took to rehabilitate a siren-like yourself.

And Jack was always willing to learn whatever you told him, even bringing up stories from your culture about how the sea will reach toward the moon in an attempt to reach its lover that flew too high.

And it took am embarrassingly long amount of time to realize that Jack's feathers were fake, simply a silly decoration he enjoyed.

But over time, you two grew close, and now you have a rather large tank full of a small reef and a complete array of fish to keep you happy whenever you decide to dip your toes.

Helen

Oh, Helen is just head over heels for you.

He thinks you're the most beautiful muse he's ever come across, and every time you step foot in the water you two fall in love all over again.

You actually almost killed him the first time you met. Both of you thought you were alone, and quickly realized the presence of the other.

He managed to squeeze you into his painting of the sunset, but before leaving, he gathered seashells into the tide.

You almost bit his arm off, and ended up getting a face full of oil paint. It tasted lovely, as you can imagine, (it tasted like you gulped down an oil spill).

As while busy gagging and attempting to wash your mouth out, and drink the sea water, which would make even the best of sirens sea-sick, Helen took charge and dragged you out of the water to help you.

And you hit it off since, and many of his paints of you have gained quite the popularity.

Brian

Not gonna lie, he thinks you are pretty terrifying.

The first time you went to the beach, Brian expected something like Ariel, or even the mermaids from Pirates of the Caribbean.

He was not expecting your true form in the slightest.

Your jaw unhinged and ripped your cheeks clean in half to reveal not one, but multiple rows of sharp teeth.

And he's seen many things and creatures in his career as a proxy, but a siren had not been one of them. Slender had mentioned staying away from them, especially as humans, you can be lured whenever they decide to be bored of you, and then drag you to the sea floor.

Or maybe they'll grab you up in their talons leading to sculpted human legs and drop you in a vat of bubbling acid.

Whatever the case was, it seemed as if it went into one ear and out with other with Brian, because he fell in love.

But damn, in the water you were hella creepy. And of course, you thought it was a game to scare this familiar stranger shitless since he seemed so keen on staying around you.

He managed to lure you out from the water with a little jar of "siren-bait" from one of the seaside shops. It didn't work as expected, but you really just wanted to see if it contained any edible food.

But he liked pruning your wings and picking off the casing of new feathers whenever they came in, and if he wasn't feeling too tired, he would give you a small massage to your shoulders after holding up your wings for so long.

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The Great Wave - Chapter 6 Review

‼️SPOLERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

Warning(s): extreme use of foul language, aurora slander, mentions of racism, i’m cyber bullying an osamodas

So chapter 6 came out…

And I’m not happy.

Not one bit.

Blue cow: “You sadidas are so impressionable…”

Sadidas are impressionable?? Tf are you even talking about?? What are they impressionable about?? This sad excuse that you call a companion screeched and it scared the shit out of that woman. What did you think was gonna happen??? “YoU PeOPLe ARe So ImPrESsIOnAbLE” I’m gonna eat animals right in front of your face and feed them to you like a bird. You know what they’re not, Aurora? They’re people who aren’t scared of facing death more than once you fucking sad excuse of a pro-animal blue-skinned wretch.

She looks way too cocky in this shot. You wanna go back to the war, little bitch? Let’s see if you’ll keep smiling like that.

Did I mention I fucking hate Aurora?

This actual cunt is more worried about some ugly crusty bat bird than an actual human being are you fucking kidding me.

Blue cow: “Give that to me, you’ll scare him!”

Sadida servant: “I’m sorry, mistress…”

This is the very same woman who fled the people she was supposed to “lead” who called a servant, that did not belong to her, an idiot.

Are you fucking kidding me.

Blue cow: “Go fetch some water, idiot, the little one is dying of thirst…”

Sadida servant: “Alright, mistress…”

Yeah, your ugly bat is probably thirsty CUZ YOU SHOVED HIM IN A CHEST BEFORE YOU CAME HERE YOU FUCKING DUMBA-

She had also mentioned how her future son would inherit this monstrosity of a bat.

Sorry folks, but I was wrong, she actually is pregnant. Before chapter 6 had been released, I went on this full rant about how Aurora had actually lied to Amalia and the others and wasn’t expecting a child. But now that we’ve seen the Osamodas king talking privately to Aurora and claiming to be worried for her because she was pregnant, I unfortunately have to accept the fact that she is carrying a child.

This chapter made sure that we got a better shot at her belly which has a slight rounder edge to it.

Like I would genuinely rather have a raging chihuahua ready to gnaw my flesh than whatever the fuck this is.

Blue cow: “You will make a wonderful companion for my child!”

But to think about the positives, we at least have no idea if this blue-skinned dumbass thinks that she’s carrying an osamodas or a sadida.

For those who don’t know, the beast she’s holding is called a “skrot” (or “kougnard” in French). These beats originally came from Ecaflipus, the Ecaflip God’s dimension. Their main use is transportation but they can also be used as your companion. That means that anyone can just use them, you don’t necessarily have to be an osamodas to get one.

The skrot Aurora has at hand is a newborn so she was prepared to give her future child a companion. I think Aurora clearly meant that even if her child ends up being a Sadida, she will still give the beast to them since a skrot can be pretty useful every now and then.

So there is no evidence that she is expecting the child to be an osamodas. I think either way, she’ll be indifferent if the child ends up being a sadida or an osamodas. If they end up being a sadida, I bet it’ll just make her reminisce about Armand and love them even more (cuz omg this bitch can’t stop making everything about the Sadida kingdom about Armand).

Cow king: “Your priority now, is for you to be liked…”

Aurora just insulted a servant. She couldn’t even hold her tongue. How the fuck do you expect her to hear the daily sadida complaints??? Omg this “family” should go back to their circus they’re making me physically gag.

Blue cow: “If they think I’m just going to stand there and do nothing…”

Gurl shut the fuck up and sit your ass down no one is angry that you’re not there with them. Bitch is over here turning into McFry chicken as if she’s an actual menace. Literally go get yourself eradicated.

Stop breathing, you skank. Echo did the wing transformation far better than you.

But yeah, go ahead and ruin this interracial marriage with your stupid reasoning. Go ahead and get your ass kicked by the god-king and the experienced adventurous princess. Go ahead and try to fight them with your inexperienced fighting self. Go ahead and make every sadida realize that you didn’t fight in the war because of your pregnancy but you’re perfectly capable of fighting two rulers while pregnant. Go ahead and fight in a dress and an ugly crusty bat, yeah, I’M SURE you’ll win and won’t make yourself look like a demented moron.

Her dad should’ve honestly let her go “fight” (cuz let's be honest Yugo and Amalia would have ANNIHILATED her without even batting an eye) them instead of telling her common sense so we could get rid of her much more quickly.

Blue cow: “But I am perfectly capable of controlling my emotions!”

A second earlier: *insulted a servant for being scared of a screeching bat*

A second later: *almost attempted to crash a wedding just because she saw a sadida with an eliatrope*

I would rather hang out with freaking Julith, a known terrorist, than to even be near this sad excuse of a royal. Actually, I’ve got something better: I would rather spend a full week in the necrome world than be around her.

If you care about being the queen of this land, then why the fuck are you insulting the servants??? Yeah, that’ll make them show you respect! They’ll definitely like you for sure! They will definitely not go to Amalia, the very same person who they’ve known for their whole lives.

Stop yapping on your own you cow, your existence is already sad as fuck.

And now she’s over here having a problem with a sadida and an eliatrope marrying.

Great, we just found out she’s an actual racist now too. What’s next?

Blue cow: “A sadida and an eliatrope?!”

Armand was racist towards Eliatropes, sure, but he was at least hating because he can make options of his own (even though his opinions were shit-). While Aurora over here just hates them cuz her late husband hated them??? Wtf??? Is she that empty-headed that she’ll just follow whatever other people are hating? She doesn’t even have the intelligence to hate things for her own reasons??? Is she that much of a trophy wife???

Blue cow: “My Armand would have never permitted this!”

Blue cow: “He hated the eliatropes!”

Omg this bitch is actually clinically dumb there is no way. At what point are you so mentally constipated that your likes and dislikes depend on what other people like and dislike???

She was saying how Armand would have never accepted the eliatropes so therefore she hates the idea of them being here as well.

Blue cow: “This little pest is not wasting time!”

Blue cow: “In only a few months, she had given some funny ideas to my subjects…”

If Armand told you he hates Osamodas, would you also hate your own kind???

I literally don’t get it.

Blue cow: “She spends her time showing off the traditions of the sadidas though…”

Uh yeah, so what?

Amalia is into the Sadida traditions as she should because she’s a sadida.

But just because she practices her culture, that doesn’t mean she cuts off other races????

Like what???

Aurora talks as if the sadidas have never brought other races inside their kingdom before. RACES LIKE HER.

Did she never know how King Oakheart used to be??? The sadidas, have more than once, accepted people that weren’t their own kind. They have taken in two cras from an infamous assassin. They sculpted a statue of a iop and gave him the title of “Savior of the Sadidas”. They welcomed an eliatrope and his twin dragon into the kingdom by giving him a guest room, told him that they would welcome his family, and even let him marry their princess.

How…are you this constipated to not have known this before?

Wait it has only been a few months since Season 4 so wouldn’t these two newlyweds technically be considered the second recorded interracial couple in history to have a twelvian and non-twlevian together?

“Long live the bride and groom!!!”

Omg this would also mean this was Amalia’s first time marrying a couple!!

I just want to highlight that @onyichii was the one who initially suggested that the marriage could have been between a sadida and an eliatrope, and it turns out they were correct. I had previously believed that the eliatropes aged slowly like the primordial ones, which is why they couldn't have been able to get married with someone who already looks like an adult, so I didn't think one of them could have been getting married. However, it turns out that only the Council of Six ages as slowly as dragons. The female Eliatrope in question is clearly a grown woman, and the Great Wave is set to occur right after Season 4, just a couple of months later.

In Season 4, it's possible that the elite eliatropes all looked the same due to budget constraints at Ankama. This could explain why they all wore identical clothes, colors, and were the same height.

Now let’s talk about Amalia again and how she killed it!!

Our queen CARRIED the ceremony so perfectly and elegantly!!

Look at her, she’s so experienced already!

Yugo is looking at her as she’s doing her thing. He’s so proud to have her 💕💕 omg I can’t 😭😭 LOOK AT HIM SMILING AT HIS WIFEY‼️‼️😩😩💖💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm glad to see that there's no drama between the sadidas and eliatropes at the celebration, as Amalia and Yugo have enough on their plate. Amalia had to resolve a conflict between them this morning, so it's good to see the two races getting along here.

If we take a closer look at them, a good majority of the sadidas look young so maybe the new generation has a much faster and easier time accepting the eliatropes than the older generation.

And here is the part that immediately cuts off the fun entirely.

The poisoning.

During the lively event, a female Sadida was seen carrying a platter with two drinks, which she handed to Yugo and Amalia before leaving. Her sudden appearance and departure raised questions about her identity and origin. Despite this, no one seemed to pay much attention to her, possibly assuming she was a servant due to her role in serving the king and queen.

Unlike Aurora and her father, however, I actually would like to know what her deal is. Like I’m genuinely curious to know what could have been the reason to want to poison the king and queen.

Because yes, she didn’t just want to poison Yugo. She also wanted to poison Amalia.

The Osamodas king informed Aurora that he had been aware for weeks of the upcoming interracial marriage between a sadida and an eliatrope in the Sadida kingdom.

Blue cow: “A marriage?! And no one told us?!”

Cow king: “We’ve known for weeks, my daughter.”

But Aurora had no idea about it.

If Aurora, the wife of the late Sadida king, did not receive an invitation or any notification about the Sadida kingdom's upcoming marriage celebration, it raises questions about how the Osamoda king became aware of the event. Aurora's absence during the war could be the reason why they did not invite her but it remains unclear how her father came to know about the wedding.

This can only mean one thing.

The Sadida kingdom may have multiple spies who could have warned the Osamodas king. It is possible that the female Sadida who poisoned Yugo was not the only one willing to go to such lengths to get rid of the king. If she holds such a strong grudge, it is strongly possible that there could be other Sadidas who share the same sentiment.

By the way, it still surprises me that Amalia could have been poisoned too. How else would she have known that her cup had poison in it before trying to warn Yugo? The whole reason why Yugo had been targeted was because he wasn’t like them. So to have a sadida try to also poison the last member of the royal Sheran Sharm family is very off-putting.

Amalia knows her plants and remedies so the reason as to why she immediately thought something was up was probably because she either smelled something very deadly about the cup she was holding or she had a very strong gut feeling.

Either way, she dodged a bullet from not drinking it. Unlike Yugo who could survive this, Amalia would have likely died from the drink (the results would have made her look like how she did in Yugo’s nightmare, choking to death).

This is what I mean when I say I want to know more about this sadida servant.

We know she’ll make a reappearance because we can see her on the cover of the 10th chapter of volume 1.

I just don’t see why poisoning Amalia would have been a great idea. Because if she did die, who would replace her? Like I said, she’s the last member of the royal sadida family so was the female servant prepared to see Aurora replace her?? Why?? Is it because the sadida doesn’t like Amalia’s beliefs? To a point where she’d be fine seeing an osamodas replace her???

Man, Amalia has it rough. She knew that some of her people wouldn’t be pleased with having the eliatropes here but I bet she never imagined she would have almost gotten poisoned by one of her subjects.

Also what the fuck is the Osamodas king’s deal here?

If the sadida servant does work for him (for some reason), then he expected Yugo to have gotten poisoned. Okay, I get that part. So he wants Yugo to die because he’s too powerful to have him around.

So why did he tell Aurora that they were going to have to wait until they make sure the sadidas don’t trust Yugo anymore??

Cow king: “This pretentious little Yugo has powers beyond imagination…”

Cow king: “He is the one who we must succeed in getting rid of.”

Cow king: “And the only way to do that is to turn the sadidas against him.”

By doing what?? Poison him??? What???? How will that make the sadidas not trust Yugo anymore?? They just witnessed him coughing and bleeding like crazy. And they just heard Amalia scream that he’d gotten poisoned. The only thing they’d wanna do right now is help him, not run away from him. In fact, after Yugo gets healed, they’d be very understanding if the Eliatrope king tries to distance himself from them because he had just been fucking poisoned by one of them.

This is some deep clown behavior right here.

Anyways, these blue-skinned clowns are giving me too much of a migraine to keep up with their bullshit. That sadida servant looks more entertaining than them because she at least did the work and expected Yugo to instantly die instead of whatever the fuck the Osamodas king is expecting to happen.

After the incident at the wedding, it's possible to claim that the Osamodas king has spies within the kingdom. It's likely that he convinced some sadidas to join him in his disdain for Yugo, gaining their support. The sadida woman in question may be one of these spies, potentially acting on her own agenda as well. Although she doesn't appear to harbor the same malice towards Yugo as the royal Osamodas family, her anger is evident, as seen in her expression on the cover of the last chapter.

Either way, I hope we get to know more about her later on. Also, I’m pretty sure Amalia didn’t focus too much on the unnamed Sadida’s face when she handed them the drinks so it’s possible she wouldn’t be able to identify who the assassin was in the next chapter.

In the meantime, while we’re waiting for the continuation, let’s just enjoy Yugo’s suffering ✨✨

I swear there’s nothing personal about me wanting to see him like this it’s just that ever since I’ve seen him tied up on the ground shirtless and screaming in pain, I’ve been wanting to see more 😤😭

I can’t wait to see more in the next chapters 😍🥰🥰

But seriously no joke, this is not looking good for Amalia. The poor girl had recently experienced the loss of her father and her brother. On top of that, her husband Yugo, whom she had shared so much with ever since they were both little, was now coughing up blood from poison, adding to her distress. Even Yugo's wakfu wings appeared to be affected, suggesting a connection between their condition and his overall health.

Just look at the sheer horrified panic in Amalia’s eyes as she could only stare down at him, feeling completely powerless.

I wouldn’t even blame her if she lost it then and there. Yugo is literally her only family left. So to have an unknown enemy (since she still doesn’t know who could have done this) do this to her on a day that is supposed to take the stress of everyday life away must be incredibly traumatic for her.

Amalia: “The king has been poisoned!!!”

Also when you think about it, Yugo and Amalia’s cute kiss in this panel might as well have been their last kiss together if they both drank their drinks. It would’ve been over for them because Amalia would have instantly died. Yugo, on the other hand, will survive this but not without any damage to the body and brain.

I really wanna know what happens now it’s only been 6 days and I’m getting stressed out. I hate how the chapter ended, I NEED MORE.

[ceilingfan5]

ooh. how 'bout circus criminals AU

“Step right up! Step right up- you’ve seen the action, and now it’s time to get your share!” Kravitz makes sweeping gestures with his top hat that are so dramatic that glitter keeps falling off of it. Taako bites his lip, trying not to laugh. Truly how he has the energy after a whole day of shows is beyond him, but Taako’s gonna match him pitter for patter until the crowds are gone. “Not a fan of carnival games? Why not test another skill?” 

Taako, still on his bigass stilts (okay, mediumass stilts, Lup stole the ladder-tall ones tonight) directs seedier traffic Kravitz-ward and seedless traffic towards the carnival games. The tweens and lovers and grubby child-babies can go throw balls at shit for stuffed unicorns. Double Secret Circus Blackjack is only for assholes. But like, a certain kind of asshole. They don’t need any law enforcement officers to step into the ring. Kravitz is duping ex-step-dads and greasy stockbrokers and self-entitled Um Actuallys into feeding the machine with their yum yummy dollar bills. 

You know, people that don’t return their carts at the grocery store. 

“Right this way!” Taako calls, slipping a number of shiny objects from his pockets and juggling like a dream. (Sometimes he does juggle in his dreams. Three previous roommates have complained about it.) He waits for a gap in the crowd and kicks with one long, long leg right towards the Hit The Thing With The Hammer Real Good stall– “Play sweet games, win sweet prizes!” and rolls his whole body toward The Subtle Tent– “Or try your luck, if you dare!” 

And so on. It all sort of runs together. Taako and Kravitz keep making eye contact that makes the air in Taako’s lungs glitter, and finally, when he’s got enough little fishies, Kravitz winks and ducks in. Taako drops his jugglin’ bits. For effect. He’s not stupid. He does make a show of struggling to bend down to pick them up, which gets a load of lil’guys gigglin and tossing him the things. Taako pretends to miss, and pretends to miss, and at the unlikeliest moment–oh my god mommy did you see that, he caught it!! 

Golly. What a miracle, at this, the Regularest Circus. 

He waits for a lull, rabbiting and yakking with the customers, playing it up, making a scene. And when he finally has a moment, he slips away and drops the stilts–easy as pie to make a quick change, if you’d like a slice. No time to redo his makeup, but it’s all whatever. The nights blend like impressionist paintings in a storm drain, and none of that oil paint should enter the water table. 

Heavy metals, you know. 

He ducks into the tent, like literally does a tuck and roll and POP, gasp hello it’s Taako here, can you believe you didn’t have him before now? You’re SAVED. And he walks around, checking on the heavy round felted tables that are such a bitch to roll into the semi when they leave town. Whatever the fuck was wrong with the Costco tables that fold in the middle?

He sneaks up to Kravitz, who is running the highest stakes in the tent, of course, and loving every minute of it. Taako pops up behind him– even sitting, that stupid top hat obscures most of Taako, you know, stilts-less– and pulls a few funny faces to amuse and distract the patrons. Haha, a fucking clown. Doesn’t he know his whole existence is stupid? Kravitz makes a big show of turning and Just Missing Taako, and the big fishies are in stitches by the time the clown is caught. 

“You’re distracting me,” Kravitz teases, shuffling cards like a real obnoxious bitch. Shame he’s so great. “Can’t you clown around another big top?” 

“Who, me?” Taako makes a big show of innocence. It’s so funny how much they’re taken in by him, with some makeup and sweeping gestures and nonsense. These are probably the kind of guys who’d run screaming from a clown in a haunted corn maze or whatever, but Taako’s got these dung beetles eating bullshit right out of his hands. 

“Yeah, you! Can’t you see I’ve got serious business to attend to?” 

“Sure, sure, sure,” Taako soothes, clocking Kravitz slipping an ace or seven up his sleeve. Taako’s whole chest bursts with affection. “I’ll secure the perimeter, sir!” And Taako clicks his heels together as loudly as possible. 

His shoes squeak. It’s great. 

Kravitz barely keeps a straight face. 

“As you were, Captain Bananapants.” 

Taako’s gonna show him. Taako’s going to show him but good. 

He honks his nose and evaporates, pacing round the outside instead. And Ring A Ding Ding, Chicken Wing, who the Fuck must be approaching but the goddamn fuzz. 

He presses a button in the lining of his pocket to Shut That Shit down, and Kravitz will certainly feel his pager go off. Taako’s time to shine, full distract mode. 

“Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair,” he starts off, pulling a full handstand and wiggling his ass. Here’s the thing about being a clown. You can get away with so much. 

“Can it, jackass,” the head guy in charge growls. 

“Oh, extremely loud buzzer noise!” Taako rolls back to a back bend. “Clown, actually. Fool, even. Jester, on the weekends. Harlequin if you ask sweetly. But not a jackass.” 

“You work here, right?” Buzzcut demands. 

“No,” Taako says politely. “This is a hobby.” He makes a show of stage whispering behind his hand. “The wife calls it a fetish, but what does she know!” He laughs so hard he makes himself fall over, and, when the cop steps over him, sits up as fast as possible. Both of them end up on the ground. 

“So sorry!” Taako pops up and reaches out to help him up, which obviously activates the buzzer on his hand, because he’s old school. It’s hilarious. It’s also not full grounds for arrest. Ha ha. “Are you alright? I guess I have a habit of tripping over my feet!” 

This doesn’t end, you know, well, but by the time Taako is done getting grilled like chicken on a milf’s salad, there’s no evidence or remnant of their super legal gambling ring. 

“That’s how you do it, baby,” Taako mumbles later, taking off his makeup. Sometimes he wishes he had a sandblaster, just get it real done real fast.

“Thank you again, Taako, you did perfectly.” Kravitz waits for him to be mostly lipstick free, and then tugs him into a grateful kiss. Taako takes two extra for good measure, and one for his pocket, and another to collect interest in the bank. 

“You bet your sweet ass, I did. I had to recite the whole clown code to those jokers to get them to believe me. You know, not just anyone can do this shit.” 

“Yeah,” Kravitz says, smiling glittery-eyed at his makeup-less face. “You’re a real stand-up ham.”

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The Broken, Beaten, and Damned

Fandom: Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel Summary: Blitz's first reaction to danger on the horizon is to run, it's the first reaction of quite a lot of people. He knew that he shouldn't have felt compelled to run because of a pregnancy, but it would change what he viewed as his delicate position in a relationship that was established long before him. His little farm in Wrath is comfortable and warm anyway, the perfect place to raise his babies. Warnings: Pregnancy, mpreg, birth, mental health issues, disability, and polyamory Word Count: 7,795 Ship(s): Asmodeus | Ozzie/Fizzarolli/Blitzo Buckzo

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A/N: So I wrote this a while ago and I'm not entirely sure if I gave any mention to it, but when I do this trio it's almost always going to be implied/spelled out that Stolas is a bad person. I have Blitz realize that he was raped over and over again, that he didn't owe Stolas sex or emotion or literally anything thanks to actual love and support from Fizz and later Ozzie. I hope this makes sense, especially if I did allude to it in the fic lol. Thanks for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Blitz’s day had always started early, for as long as he could remember.

When he was a child it was because all the other kids that slept in the same tent as him would wake up early. He had always wanted to sleep later until he heard them laughing and playing with each other, which was a surefire way to get him up and bright-eyed. As he grew, it began to become a habit due to the fact that it allowed him to get his chores done and have enough time to hang out with his friends. He was given more responsibilities the older he got, like brushing and feeding the horses or making sure that all the lines for the acrobatic act were secured properly. It meant that he had to rise earlier and earlier if he wanted to continue the routine that he had made for himself.

Eventually, the fire had happened and he rose early because he was homeless. Sleeping too long in the shelter got clothes thrown away and personal items destroyed, sleeping too long on the streets ended with him beaten by either the cops or other imps. He had figured out how to rise just before the sun and move to another spot where he couldn’t be traced fairly quickly.

He got his life sorted not long after that. He was covered with grizzly scars from the burns that had gotten infected since he hadn’t had access to clean water, which made getting a job hard. He worked his ass off at Loo Loo Land for nearly a decade to afford a one-bedroom apartment, so he would get up early to get to work. He would rise with the sun and don the stupid clown makeup required for the position and then stand on his feet around crying and screaming children for nearly twelve hours every day. The pay was shit and the bosses were even worse.

Eventually he had gotten enough money and employees to open up his own office like he had always wanted to. Of course, the ‘what’ that he was going to be running had changed since he was a kid. He had long since lost the taste for anything related to the circus, Loo Loo Land dragging that dream down further into the mud just to reinforce the point. He rose early in the morning so that he could get paperwork done and make the most of every single day. He even dragged his sorry ass out of bed on the days where Stolas forced him to have sex in exchange for the book.

That whole deal had gone south really quickly, but it had ended up being for the best. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if he hadn’t reconnected with Fizz before Stolas had decided to try and guilt him into being in a relationship with him, but he was glad that he never had to find out. He had only noticed that he was still getting up that early in the morning when he was with them and they teased him about it. Ozzie liked the fact that Blitz and Fizz had the same rising time, he said it made them feel more like a set and less like two separate people which was cute. Blitz liked being a set, inseparable from someone for the first time since he was small enough to do the twin act with Barbie around camp.

He now had a reason to rise early again, but it was his life going in a bad direction once more. Something had happened that had forced him from the home where he had been able to find love and belonging, down several rings to Wrath. He had come with nothing more than all of his savings, outside of what M&M and Loona needed to survive while they were figuring out how to make the company work without him. He wasn’t sure that the three of them realized all of the work that he put into make sure that the IMP didn’t go under. Regardless, it was up to them to keep the business afloat with the use of the Asmodean Crystal signed under his name and instructions he had left on his desk because he was living on a farm in Wrath.

The rooster crowed on the barn, reminding him that he couldn’t remain sleeping in bed much longer. His body felt heavy and tired, as though he had worked for several hours already. He knew that he had slept through the night, which was good because those kinds of nights were becoming increasingly difficult to experience. The reason why kicked him hard in the ribs while the other squirmed near his bladder, another lovely reminder about why he couldn’t spend any more time nestled under the lovely warm covers of his bed.

Blitz shoved the blankets off of him and caught sight of the clock. It was about half past five in the morning, deep into the winter months. He used to be able to sleep as long as the sun spent down, back when he was a teenager and the circus went in a mini hibernation around the winter months. Now, he had to get up at the same time every single day to avoid the animals on his farm getting testy that they hadn’t yet gotten their meals.

The ground was blanket by snow and frost as he walked past the window overlooking his little farm. He had purchased it with the savings and inheritance that he had gotten from his mother’s death, as well as the hush money that Paimon had given him to keep his mouth shut about the extent of the nonsense that Stolas had put him through. It was a lovely little place, a two story brick farmhouse with three acres of land and a pre-built barn to go along with it. The first layer of the house had the kitchen, guest room, living room, and dining room along with access down into the basement where he stored all of the essentials that he didn’t want to spend two hours driving into town for every month. The second story had his own bedroom, a bathroom, and the room that he was slowly working on transforming into a nursery. That was supposed to be the project that he was working on most, but it was hard when he knew that there were two additional people who should have a hand in helping that didn’t.

His decision to leave had been giving him more guilt and trouble that even the pregnancy had, but he pushed it out of his thoughts every single time it tried to force itself back into the forefront of is mind. He stepped away from the window and continued on to the bathroom, going over all the chores that he had to do that day.

After he relieved the insane pressure on his bladder, all of his organs had far less space now that there were two Sin-sized babies rolling around in his womb, he walked back to his room and dressed for the day. He put on a pair of sensible pants and then struggled to get his socks and shoes on without squashing his belly. He had been terrified about hurting his babies with even the most mundane of activities ever since he had found out that he was expecting, it was the one thing that kept him up at night in a blind panic.

Breakfast came after he got dressed. It was something plain since his stomach had been unable to handle the half burnt garbage he had been eating before he left Pride. It was easier to just make a single fried egg and eat it on toast when he had other work to do, anyway. He stuck an apple in his pocket along with his knife for later as he walked outside into the frigid air so that he could continue with the rest of his chores.

Most of the animals were still going to be asleep since the sun would be down for a few hours longer, but the animals inside the barn had already risen. He had lights and heating lamps inside of it so that if anyone began to get too cold they would have a place to warm up and feel like it was summer. The lady at the shop had laughed at him and the man that had installed them thought he was crazy, but it made him feel better about the whole process.

True to form, Blitz had made a ranch for himself. He had a garden that he had been able to harvest enough food to can during the fall from the previous owner, but it wasn’t the focal point. Instead, he was focusing on chickens for food year-round and horses. He knew that horses were a rather dicey route to go down when he was trying to support three people, two of whom weren’t even going to be able to life their heads for several months, on a farm that didn’t already have a secure set of clientele. 

He had so many plans already brewing in his head and the determination to make them work even with his two little leeches. They were going to be a part of the ranch whether they wanted it or not, but based on the way that they began to squirm whenever he was around animals he guessed that they were both going to love it when they were finally there. Blitz’s plans so far were to breed horses so that he could sell stallions and mares to other farms, either for breeding purposes to help diversify an existing herd or as a work horse for that farm. He was also planning on having a couple of geldings that he could use to teach people how to ride for a reasonable price so they didn’t get scammed like he had.

The thought of what he had done to Verosika made him tear up again, though they froze to his lashes before they could even get to the ground because of how cold it was outside. He groaned and placed his hand over his nose to try and stave off the way that it burned whenever he took a deep breath.

The barn was blissfully warm when he stepped inside, so he was able to shed the heavy winter coat that he had donned when he was back in his kitchen. “Good morning everyone!” he called as he grabbed a bag of feed and began to walk through the rows of stables. He had a large space for each of the horses, which numbered five with a possible sixth coming from his most recently acquired mare. He had a special affinity for Stapler since he also understood what it was like to be overburdened with a massive load in one’s stomach.

He went to her first since he had also fed himself and his babies first, dumping the allotted amount of feed into her trough. She whinnied at him and he made that sound back, grinning when he saw the flick of her tail. “You mad at me or is the baby kicking?” he asked, stepping into her stall and brushing his hand against her belly. He grinned as he felt a bit of movement from her that felt almost exactly what his own babies moving felt like.

“Yeah, I get it,” he chuckled. He was going to come back and muck out her stall when everyone else had finished getting their meals, which would allow him to share a bit of the apple that he had taken from his kitchen fruit bowl.

The only thing that he didn’t like about his ranch was the fact that it gave his mind time to wander. He thought about how Millie and Moxxie had been doing without him there to entertain them, if they had finally started to get out of the honeymoon phase or if they were even deeper in it now. He thought about how Loona had to be doing now that she had the entire apartment to herself and didn’t have to be smothered by him. He thought about Octavia sometimes too, how she had been so desperate for her father to pay her even the smallest amount of attention and how without Blitz around she might actually get it. 

He thought a lot about Fizz and Ozzie. They had welcomed him into their bed and their home, maybe even into their hearts. They had cherished him and taught him what it was to be loved with the patience that he had wanted his entire life but had never once been gifted. He had adored those months that they had spent together, the passionate or slow nights in bed, the dates that they had gone on in various rings but always with a smile and a laugh, or the sweet murmurs that he had woken up to when they were both wrapped around him. He knew that they adored each other far more than they did him, they had been together for longer than they had been dating Blitz. He knew that they would likely be okay without him, but it still hurt to think about what he might have done to them. They would have been hurt when they noticed that he was gone, but he was certain that they had moved on and collected themselves at this point.

The chores moved through the day like they always did. He finished feeding the herd and then opened the door so that they could mill about in the fenced pasture behind the barn. He mucked out their stables and then laid down new, fresh hay, which was when Stapler walked back in. She was pacing and pawing at the hay that he had laid down, which she had been doing for the past couple of days. Her teats were hanging lower than they had before, as well as dripping milk.

He knew that was a sign of labor, but he also knew that labor and birth were processes that went on for far longer than they were depicted doing in movies and shows. He made sure that she was okay before he shut her door so that she wouldn’t be able to give birth out in the field if that was what was really happening. He never would have bred her so that she would be giving birth during the winter, but he had gotten her after she was already pregnant so he didn’t have much of a say in it.

Blitz didn’t want to leave her alone since he knew how scary it felt to think about going into labor, let alone how terrifying it had to be to actually be going through the process, but he had other chores he had to do. So he kept the knife and apple in his pocket as he walked out to the chick coup and began to tend to them. He made sure that none of the foxes or snakes in the area had managed to worm their way in and steal eggs or chickens before he collected the bounty for the day. He brought the eggs back inside and then returned with the scrap bucket from the night before, flinging it onto the ground along with the proper amount of feed for his little flock.

He left to the kitchen in his house for an hour, only long enough to get himself and his twins some lunch. They were both sitting so low in his belly that he thought they were also trying to come out today, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. He wasn’t far enough along in the pregnancy for him to feel entirely comfortable giving birth, especially since his midwife was only scheduled to start coming to see him in a week. He had been getting regular checkups for his pregnancy, but the town was an hour away so he didn’t think that it was really a good idea for him to be driving all that way while in labor. He had a certified midwife that was meant to be coming to him to make sure that things were moving properly and while she was on call for any worries or concerns that he had, he didn’t want to inconvenience her with something as stupid as the babies hanging too low.

He winced as he reminded himself that the nursery was also not at all completed because of how tired he had been during the second trimester. He had to finish painting and then put all the furniture together, as well as launder the clothes and blankets. It felt like a lot to do when he knew that in his barn, his favorite horse was laboring to bring another being into the world.

So he finished his lunch as quickly as he could and then headed back out to the barn. A couple of the other horses had wandered back into their stalls as well, out of the stormy winter cold that was threatening to once again bury the meal made out of the meadow. Blitz walked over to Stapler’s stall and then gasped when he saw the beginnings of a huff emerging from her vulva, which was puffy with increased blood flow just as it was meant to be while she was in labor. He knew he wasn’t meant to interfere, lest it scare her, so he stood outside of the gate and watched.

He could tell every time she had a contraction and when she was pushing. He watched with rapt attention as the baby began to come closer and closer to being born. He was unable to stop the cheer that left his mouth when the foal dropped down onto the ground with a massive mix of fluid and gunk.

Blitz could almost feel his heart melting in his chest as he watched Stapler turn around and begin to nudge and lick her baby to get all the gunk off of her. They were still connected through the umbilical cord, but that was quickly delivered as well. Blitz paid attention to the amount of time that had passed between the delivery and the placenta arriving, to make sure nothing was stuck. The foal rose to their feet and began to stumble around the little stall, checking everything out, before they turned back to their mother and then suckled down their first real meal.

The hybrid only allowed himself to step into the stall when he was sure that Stapler was feeling comfortable about her baby and the placenta had already been separated from the foal. He gathered up the gunky material and checked it to make sure that there was nothing obvious missing from it. He left it for her to handle, as the vet had advised, and then headed back into the house. His plan for that afternoon was to fix some of the fencing on the far side of the house and then do the nursery painting, but things had changed with the delivery of the foal.

Instead of working on what he had planned, he called his vet and asked that she come to check on the newly arrived member of his herd. She promised that she would be there as soon as she could, which meant that she’d be there in five minutes or two days. He knew that if it escalated to an emergency that he could call her and let her know that something was wrong, which would bring her to his ranch within a matter of hours if not minutes.

His skin felt bitter and chapped from being out in the cold for as long as he had, so he figured that he could allow himself an afternoon inside while trying to get some work done in the nursery. It wouldn’t be as much as he had wanted when the day started but it would be better than nothing. He was almost thirty five weeks, which meant that the twins would be making their debut whenever they felt like it and they were going to need somewhere to sleep. Of course, they would be bunking with him in the beginning so that he could tend to them better, but he wouldn’t have time after they were born to prepare the room.

His back ached something fierce from the movement that he had done when he was in the barn, having to muck out the stall where Stapler had foaled twice. He didn’t allow himself any time to rest as he changed from his farming outfit to something that he didn’t mind getting paint on, dumping the other outfit into his laundry room. He had just opened up the second canister of paint that he needed for the walls when he heard a knock downstairs. He was a bit relieved to have a second to get out of the frigid room, since he’d had to open the nursery window to let out some of the fumes and make painting safer for himself.

“Doc? I wasn’t expecting you to come so quickly,” Blitz shouted through the door as he washed his hands off and then opened it. He froze in place when he saw that the individuals standing on the other side were not the veterinarian and her assistant as he had suspected, but rather two of the people that he had fled from when that first test popped two lines instead of the normal one.

Ozzie was shifted down into his incubus form, the one that he used when he wanted to be able to avoid being recognized in public and the one that had gotten Blitz knocked up in the first place. Fizz was standing next to him, his robot limbs woven around each other and his face lined with worry. It was a look they had given him when he’d had his first panic attack in front of them, or when he’d had a really bad depressive slump. It was confusing to him why they were doing it now as well, he had left them so that they wouldn’t have to worry about him and the unrest that he brought them.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, the panic raising in the back of his throat unable to let him think of a way out of this. He had no idea that they had been looking for him, he had assumed that everyone in his life would have been so happy to have him out of the picture, that they would thrive and move on as everyone in the circus had done after the fire. Of course, he knew that wasn’t really true since Fizz had been hung up on him for fifteen years afterwards.

“What are you doing here, Blitz?” Fizz asked instead. He threw his arms out to the side like he had always done when he was upset, which made Blitz feel so tragically nostalgic.

“Fizz, we agreed that we were going to be gentle about this,” Ozzie reprimanded his lover softly, placing his hand down on his shoulder. “Blitz, may we come in?”

“Yeah-yeah, of course. It’s cold out there, come in,” Blitz stepped to the side and let them enter. One of the twins twisted in his stomach and reminded him of the real reason that he had left. He had always thought about it, disappearing into a place where he couldn’t hurt the others around him, but the main reason he had retreated back to his ranch was so that he had somewhere safe to raise his babies where they couldn’t be hurt and he couldn’t be rejected.

He shut the front door securely after the duo had entered into his home. He leaned his head against the cool wood of the door and let out a low breath as he tried to deal with the massive swaths of anxiety that were building up inside of him. He wasn’t sure how to deal with what was happening and it was making him anxious. As if on cue, he felt a pain wrap around his belly all at once. The Braxton Hicks that he had been experiencing since he entered into the third trimester at least had the decency to warn him before he turned into a little bitch.

“This is a wonderful home that you’ve made for yourself,” Ozzie commented. It was the first thing that Blitz had been able to hear that sounded more like words and less like mumbling under water. He turned around and gave them a stressed smile, especially because he could see the deep scowl on Fizz’s features.

“Why did you leave?” Ozzie asked.

Blitz felt the words choke his throat. Tears welled in his eyes and he had to close them to prevent anything from falling. He didn’t want to cry in front of them, not when he was already hurting so much from them just being near him. It was so much easier to run from his problems instead of facing them head on and acknowledging that what he had done was wrong. It was why he had run from Verosika when they broke up, and why he had never tried to push himself into Stolas’ life after their deal was voided.

He took a deep breath. “Them,” he whispered as he wrapped his hands around his large stomach. He knew that the coveralls he was wearing to paint made it harder to notice that he was pregnant, but when he placed his hands under his belly it was very evident what was going on.

“I still don’t understand,” Fizz said, brushing one of his hands over his hat. He grabbed onto the bobbles on either side and began to tug them gently to soothe himself. “Why would you leave because you were pregnant? You and I always talked about what it would be like when we finally managed to have kids. I mean, at the time we didn’t know what getting pregnant would even entail or how parenthood would be a massive shift in our lives, but we wanted it. Did- did you cheat on us or something?”

“Fizzy, I’m sure that there’s a perfectly good explanation for what’s going on,” Ozzie soothed his partner. The sin turned his face from the imp to the hybrid, asking, “Is there, Blitz?”

“I don’t know if you guys would qualify it as a good excuse, but it made sense in my head,” he shrugged. “I guess… I want you guys to know that you never made me feel this way, it was something that was always in my head. Nothing you could have done could have made me think any different. Promise.”

Ozzie reached out and led Blitz to the living room area, helping him sit down on the couch. Blitz was squished between both of his ex-partners, something that he had longed for ever since he was gone. Apparently the pregnancy was a lot of sensory input even though it was something that was happening to his own body, so he wanted the pressure of them to soothe that anxiety worse than he thought he would have.

“Tell us what happened from the beginning,” Ozzie said gently, taking one of Blitz’s hand while Fizz hesitantly took the other one.

“Well… I just started feeling like shit and then I thought that it was my period. I realized that I was over two weeks late so I took a test and it came back positive. I panicked after that, I guess. I know that you guys cared about me and wanted me in your relationship, but in my mind I couldn’t picture you wanting to have kids with me. I’ve always felt like everyone I know would be happier if I just disappeared so that they didn’t have to deal with me, so that was exactly what I did. I ran away to Wrath and got myself  new life so that I would be safe and I would be burdening anyone.”

The silence that followed after his explanation felt like it was going to suffocate him. He groaned an tore his hands away from his partners as he held his stomach. Fizz let out a panicked little noise as he placed his hand on Blitz’s shoulder to stabilize him and then asked, “What’s wrong? Are you dying? Is the baby okay? I really can’t deal with going to the fucking hospital today Blitz, so I hope you’re not gonna fucking try and die on us too.” 

“It’s nothing, just some practice pains. Trying to run a ranch and set up for twins is really fucking difficult,” Blitz chuckled.

“You know, if you had stayed with us then you wouldn’t have had to do anything like that alone,” Ozzie reminded him.

Blitz averted his eyes from his lovers, staring at the spot next to him. He explained, “I did it to protect myself. If I made a definitive decision then I didn’t have to worry about the unknown. Everyone could have been really excited about the babies or they could have urged me to get an abortion because I was going to be a shit dad.’

“You’re not a bad parent, Loona is just a weird ass kid,” Fizz said gently. He took Blitz’s hand again and said, “I get that what happened with the fire made you feel like no one wanted you around. I probably helped with that because of what I said before I knew that Cash and Mammon had separated us. But we want you in our lives. We can work this out and get back together.”

“H-how is she doing?” Blitz asked quietly. That was exactly the kind of thing that Blitz had been wanting from the beginning. He knew that there was a chance that things would go well for him but other things in his life had been such a disaster that he hadn’t been able to cling to that offer the way that he should have. He was being given it again and he didn’t want to toss it to the side.

“Loona?” Fizz clarified. He continued when he had gotten a nod of confirmation from his partner. “She’s worried sick about you. She’s been searching all over Gluttony for you with the help of her boyfriend. We were all worried about you and we want you to be in our lives. Don’t you think that we deserve a chance to get to know the babies?”

“Of course you do,” Blitz whispered. He bowed his head forward as he rolled the words from the imp and sin around in his head, trying to determine whether or not he trusted his heart to make the right decision this time. “Promise that you want me and the babies?” Blitz asked. He felt like he was a kid looking up to a mentor instead of a pregnant adult that may or may not be in labor.

“Of course I promise,” Fizz whispered.

Fear still mixed in the back of his head as he thought about all the lies that his partners could be telling him right now. He wanted their love, enough that he was willing to risk being hurt to give them a chance to be back in his life. He smiled when he got a kiss on the cheek from Ozzie that pushed him into leaning on Fizz. He breathed as he felt another contraction beginning to creep up his spine, “Good, because I think that the twins might actually be coming.”

“What? Are you serious? Right now?” Fizz asked. He sprang off the couch like he was preparing to do a show, but instead he just began to pace around the room while panicking. He was rambling about how he had just learned he was going to be a father and now the babies were preparing to make their debut. He talked about the fact that he didn’t want to go to the hospital but he didn’t want Blitz and the babies to get stuck or die because he was too afraid of something that needed to happen for them.

Blitz watched him for a second, until the pain had faded, before he tilted his face back to Ozzie. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”

“I’m the Sin of Lust, sex often brings children. Before I had my kingdom set up the way it was I was a fully trained midwife. I got my doctorate in medical sciences to figure out better how the human body worked and that’s why I was able to help Fizzy get his prosthetics. I’m not scared of labor and I know that it’s going to take a while yet,” Ozzie replied. One of his hands moved with clear direction down to the bump, which Blitz removed his hands from so that Ozzie fit better. He smiled softly as he felt one of the twins literally roll into his hand, creating a weird rippling effect in the taut skin of his belly.

The moment was broken up when Fizz sat down heavily on the floor, breathing quickly and his eyes darting around to everything. Blitz felt bad that he had sprung so much on his partner at once, but he wasn’t even the one totally at fault this time. He couldn’t choose the time that he went into labor and after he was confronted by the duo it felt wrong to not tell them the truth about what was happening. He had already hidden most of the pregnancy from them so they should ge to know what was happening with his labor.

“Hey, Froggy, it’s going to be okay,” Ozzie spoke soothingly and evenly. He got off the couch and then sat down on the floor next to his partner. “I know that this is scary, but we’ve gotta be strong for Blitz for a little while longer. It’s going to be up to twelve hours before the twins get here, too. It’s not like one of them is crowning right at this minute.”

“I’ve been having contractions since about noon and it’s only two, so that means that we’ve got plenty of time,” Blitz nodded in affirmation. He’d read quite a few books about childbirth and knew that labor could either go really quickly or take forever. He was hoping that he’d have something in the middle, so that Fizz had enough time to cope but he wasn’t exhausted from the pain by the time he had to push.

“Okay, okay,” the imp nodded. He reached out to Ozzie and then held onto his hand tightly. He took a slow breath in and then let it out through his nose before he said that they should talk about their future while they waited, so everything was settled.

They talked about what Fizz and Ozzie had been doing, what the best course of action would be for Blitz once he had two babies to worry about. Eventually it was decided that Fizz would be a mostly stay-at-home dad so that they could have the twins with someone they trusted, Blitz would go back to working at IMP once the crystal was transferred to someone else’s ownership, and Ozzie would come out publicly to announce his relationship with both of the imps so that no one could try to hurt their twins by calling them bastards. It was also decided that Blitz was going to move into the Lust palace with a small section of the greenery set aside for his herd, since he was very attached to them.

His labor continued to progress for the hours that they talked. At one point, Ozzie went upstairs and then returned with the yoga ball that Blitz had been using to try and help the babies stay in a more comfortable position against his body. It alleviated a lot of the pressure that he had been dealing with and left him feeling mostly human instead of off and uncomfortable to the point of not being able to manage to hold a conversation.

They ate dinner and then Fizz went out to care for the animals since Ozzie wanted to keep an eye on their partner. Blitz trusted Fizz with the herd since he had helped with the animals when they were children, which meant he knew how much feed to give and if someone looked sick. Blitz was honestly happy that he didn’t have to call his midwife, he much preferred the privacy that having Ozzie deliver the twins was giving him.

They moved upstairs to his bedroom when the sun began to really set, leaving them all shrouded in darkness in the living room since it didn’t have an overhead light. Blitz shifted from the yoga ball by the bed to pacing around the small room with Fizz’s help to squatting on the bed while clinging to the headboard. He had just began to trek to the bathroom when he looked down at his legs and saw a growing puddle of pale water. “Did I just piss myself?” he asked, his eyes wide and overwhelmed with the idea.

“No, I think that’s your water breaking,” Ozzie laughed. “Though at this stage in the pregnancy it wouldn’t be surprising if you had,” he teased. He kissed Blitz’s cheek despite the complaints coming from the imp and then continued to lead him into the bathroom. Fizz sat with Blitz as the rest of the amniotic fluid continued to leak into the toilet. Ozzie busied himself by getting the little bassinets ready in the bedroom, drawing some water for the babies to be washed with once they were born, and collecting every towel that he could find in the house.

When Blitz had finally stopped leaking fluid so emphatically, he returned back to the bedroom. The bed had been stripped of the covers other than the pillows and there appeared to be newspaper over the mattress, along with the waterproof cover that had been mocking Blitz from the corner of his room since he had moved in. The yoga ball was refilled with air so that it would be more comfortable to sit on and the bassinets were near the radiator so they would be nice and toasty for the twins, a blanket hanging artfully out of each.

“You guys ready to have some babies?” Blitz asked, carefully sitting down on the yoga ball as his hands went to his stretched belly. It was smaller now that his waters had broken but it was still evident that he was carrying twins.

“We don’t really get a say in if we are, that’s entirely their choice,” Fizz grumped playfully as he poked Blitz’s stomach.

A bit of panic welled up inside of Blitz as he worried that when he woke up from giving birth, they would both be gone because this was too much for them. Ozzie grasped his face and kissed the tip of his nose, “No tears, this is exciting. Just a bit overwhelming. Nothing that Fizz and I can’t handle together with you as a team. The three of us balance each other out, we need both of our partners to feel whole. We’re gonna get through this.”

Blitz nodded and let himself fall back into the lull that his labor had brought him. It felt almost like subspace or being high, like his thoughts were muffled by a big cloud sitting in his brain. He let himself bask in the zen feeling as it helped with the aching pain that wrecked him every five minutes, then every four, then every two. 

Ozzie got him off the yoga ball and slowly moved him to the bed. He was propped up against all the pillows in the house, or at least that was what it felt like, with Fizz next to him. He had to put his feet together and then move them up to his bottom so that Ozzie could check how dilated he was. Blitz was so glad that his partner had experience with hybrids as well as succubus and incubus. It was hard to find doctors that were comfortable with that part of Blitz’s healthcare requirements, which was how he had gotten himself into such deep shit before. Ozzie was able to help him through every hiccup and bump that they found in his labor process with elegant ease, like everything the Sin did.

The labor and birth process for imps and succubus were basically the same, but there were a few differences in the shapes of their pelvis. While it was fine for a succubus to give birth splayed out on their back, it was easier for an imp to give birth when they were squatting or on their feet. So when it was determined that Blitz was a hundred percent effaced and ten centimeters dilated, they tried having him push while on his back. He was plagued with horrible pains every time he bore down that quickly made them change their trajectory.

Fizz got up on the bed while kneeling and then supported Blitz. The hybrid was squatting down on the bed with his face towards Fizz so every time the contraction passed, his forehead would hit his lover’s shoulder. Ozzie was behind him, kneeling down on the ground and watching the progress that he made. He was sure that they looked quite the sight, but that was only a fleeting thought before he was forced to think only of the babies working their way out of him.

Blitz was quiet while he pushed in the beginning, but as the first twin began to crown he started to shout in pain. It burned to have his birth canal and vaginal opening stretched that far open, the horns biting and pressing even further. He gasped when the apex of the head was finally born and the rest of the head slipped out into Ozzie’s hand. Ozzie laughed and then said, “Do you want to feel?”

Blitz shook his head, rejecting the offer. He knew that if he took a break from pushing to feel the baby as it emerged from him then everything would begin to feel like it was too much and he would be unable to handle it the way that he had before. He kept clinging to Fizz as he waited for the next contraction to begin and once it had, he bore down as hard as he could.

The shoulders stretched him further than he thought he could ever be stretched before suddenly, in a massive way of relief and euphoria, everything had ended. He collapsed down against Fizz and felt his body be moved around so that he was leaning back against the pillows with something slimy squirming on his chest.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered when he got the strength to open his eyes. The baby in his arms had the same red skin that Fizz and Blitz did, but her horns resembled a succubus more than an imp, which meant that she had gotten a very strong gene from Blitz’s mother. She had a pair of wings on her back, stuck to her skin with the mess she had been born in. He shifted slightly when Ozzie gently brushed against his side, allowing the Sin to clamp and cut the cord with the medical kit that the midwife had dropped off when she had last checked on Blitz almost a month ago.

“Can I take her and clean her up? Sounds like you have some more work to do,” Fizz said as his robotic hands hovered over the top of the baby. He didn’t really want to let his darling little girl go, but he knew that his partner was right. He was able to turn to the side while waiting for the second round of contractions and watch what was happening. Fizz had the baby submerged in the room temperature water as he brushed her red skin off with a cloth, taking white vernix and black blood with it as it went.

Soon the second baby demanded to make their appearance and Blitz was forced back onto his knees. Ozzie had the hybrid’s hands planted onto his shoulders and then coaxed him through each of the contractions. Things were already stretched and loose from the first birth, so it was easier for the second baby to make their way down into the world. Only ten minutes of concentrated pushing had passed before he delivered his second little girl into the world, right into his hands.

He lifted her up onto his chest and then collapsed back against the pillows once more, allowing Ozzie to do what he had done to the first twin to the second one. “Two girls, huh?” he chuckled as he took the newborn and handed her to Fizz. The first baby had been placed into her bassinet beside the fire, wrapped up in her blanket and situated with a diaper and a onesie already.

“We’re going to have our hands full,” Blitz said. “I can’t believe I just gave birth to twins. This has to be so hard for you guys to wrap your heads around,” he chuckled.

“It is, but we’ll handle it,” Ozzie promised as he gave another kiss to his partner. 

The afterbirths came hole and not long after the birth had happened, which allowed Blitz to get showered off. He hated the post partum panties that he had to wear to catch the blood from his damaged vagina, but he was glad he could cover them with a button up shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants. Ozzie had changed the sheets again so that his bed was back the way that he liked it and the bassinets were moved to the side. Blitz was quickly snuggled down under the covers with a baby nursing from each breast, instructed once more by Ozzie. They had finished eating by the time that both of his partners came back to bed and they decided that their twins would be called Kalypso and Aurelia. Good circus names, even though neither of them would know the pain that Blitz and Fizz had gone through in their lives.

The little family slept together that night, preparing to move back to the home that would shelter them and get to see all the moments as they grew as people and developed their relationships into even more complex things. There would be a lot more changes in the near future, but for now they were huddled safe with their friends back in their own homes, waiting for them.

[imbonewary]

Shifting Sans Chapter 14 "Called Out"

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 15

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“I’ll put you on speaker,” Frisk said as he took the phone away from his ear, muttering “so I’m not the only one being yelled at.”

“where are you and who all is there?” came Sans’ exasperated voice from the phone. Despite the tone, Papyrus perked up upon hearing Sans’ voice. I don’t have time to analyze his emotional reaction, let alone mine.

“Heya, bro,” I interjected. Hopefully he’ll go easy on us if I remind him he has a brother now. “Me and Frisk are at Pap’s house with the man himself, feeding us soup ‘n sandwiches. How’re things on your end?”

“don’t change the subject, serif, I’m still mad,” Sans announced. “i literally gave you two one job, to call me at noon, and you both failed.”

“I know, bro, I’m sorry,” I continued. “We were just having so much fun getting to know each other we lost track of time.” Not exactly a lie, even if “fun” was a bit of a stretch.

Sans huffed a laugh.  

“fine, i’m glad you two made it to pap’s safe,” Sans relented. Ha, got ‘im.

“Like I said, best friends by the time you get back.”

Frisk gave me some major side eye but kept his mouth shut. I just shrugged at him with my signature Easy Grin.

“i could be called in at any time so i can’t stop by,” Sans continued and Papyrus visibly wilted. “but i did find out that, since frisk fell so recently, they’re the first human whose surface family is being contacted, which will happen tomorrow. the counsel wanted to knock this out as quickly as possible to help with peace talks, but it would’ve been nice to have more time to prepare. you’ll be given the opportunity to return to your human family, frisk, even though you’ve already expressed your desire to stay with me.”

Frisk had opened their mouth to interject, likely to reiterate that they wanted to stay, but simply nodded as Sans had continued. They must’ve then realized they were on a phone call and gave a grunt of recognition as well.  

“we’ll have to discuss it with your human guardian, of course, but there was also talk of a joint care arrangement or dual citizenship as a way to bridge the gap between humans and monsters; trying to make us all one, big, cross-species family. it was just a thought, though, nothing solid yet. it would throw you right in the middle of a political circus and i’m not exactly ready to come out of retirement myself.”

Frisk had stiffened at the idea. Their opinion seemed to be pretty clear.

“You ok, kid?” I breathed, quiet enough for the phone to not pick up. They swallowed.

“I guess I'll have to be there,” they said, staring straight ahead. “Since they want my opinion and all. Merri’s the only one in Ebbot City itself but I bet the others will come running once they smell blood in the water.”

“Once they what?” Papyrus voiced what we were all wondering.

“It’s a surface saying, referring to sharks,” they shrugged, less uncomfortable now that they weren’t actively talking about their family. “Uh, you might not know what sharks are. Sharks are an ocean predator that can smell an injured, bleeding fish from, like, a mile away or something crazy, I don’t remember the actual distance. My point is, they’ll come if they think they can get something out of it. Even if it’s just the satisfaction of knowing they won.”

“i see,” Sans didn’t sound too happy to hear that. He may have to fight for Frisk anyways.

“So if that’s mostly settled, what are you in line for?” I asked, changing the subject for Frisk’s sake. Their emotions were not doing well.

“the counselor for Lab victims,” he replied, allowing the change. “i was able to get an emergency meeting with them since you’re the first new victim to come forward in a while. if i understand correctly, a similar process to human adoption is used for Lab monsters if guardianship is required, so we’ll get some financial aid, among other things, until you can get yourself settled and on your own two feet.”

“Neat,” was my only response. I wonder if I’ll have to come up with some fancy lies about the Deep. This could require some research.

“so, how ‘bout you?” Sans turned it back on us. “what was so enthralling that you forgot to call me?”

Frisk and I glanced at each other. We definitely couldn’t tell him the truth.

Or at least, not the whole truth.

“I was telling ‘em about my world,” I responded after a bit too long of a break. Hopefully Sans didn’t notice. “And they even helped come up with some new names for the more important characters in my old life, just like how I have a new name.”

I shrugged at the others, who were looking at me. It wasn’t exactly a lie, right? Frisk gave me a deadpan thumbs up while Papyrus looked uncomfortable and Chara had disappeared at some point.

“well i hope you don’t mind repeating some of it,” Sans replied. “’cause i’d like to hear about your old life, too. oh, it’s my turn, see you all for dinner!”

And with that, the line went dead.

“Welp, that was fun.”

“How were you so calm under pressure like that?” Frisk asked in awe. “It’s like you knew exactly what to say to make him not be mad at us earlier.”

“Well, he is me,” I said with a shrug, though I couldn’t help but smirk. I think I can fit a lesson in. “So I knew he’d cool off a bit if I called him “bro” since he’s probably not used to it yet. Just one more reason learning empathy is important, yeah?”

“Wait, are you telling me to learn empathy just to manipulate people?!”

“If that’s what it takes,” I replied, taking a bite of my now cold sandwich. Still tasty.

“There are other uses of empathy, of course,” Chara piped up. She’d reappeared behind Frisk.

“And how many of those did it take to convince Frisk to even try to learn?”

“Eeeh…” Chara trailed off. Pap looked nonplussed but mildly suspicious of where I was going with this. Neither had a response therefore I win by forfeit.

“If you can figure out what someone else wants, you can convince them it lines up with what you want,” I continued. I think I gained Frisk’s respect at least, even if Chara and Papyrus weren’t quite on board yet. “And getting inside someone’s head is a great way to understand what they want and, more importantly, why. Most people get there through natural empathy but, lacking that, you’ll have to get there through logic and psychology.”

“I see,” Frisk said quietly, thinking very hard about something.

“And that, my friends, is how it’s done,” I announced, taking another bite of sandwich.

“How what’s done?”

“Manipulation, of course,” I replied. Fell right into my trap. “You’d have figured it out on your own eventually, Frisk, but you might need it sooner rather than later, if your description of your family is anything to go by. They sound like they wouldn’t be above manipulating a child to get what they want and you’ll need to be able to recognize it for what it is. And possibly use it in return, but hopefully me and Sans can handle that part.”

While still uncomfortable, realization seemed to dawn on both Papyrus and Chara. My soul clenched as Papyrus gave a small “nyeh heh heh” chuckle.

“You really are Sans’ clone, aren't you, Serif,” he said with a smirk and I tried to hide the sudden twinge of pain with a shrug. I turned back to my sandwich.

“Weren’t we supposed to take some of this Alphys?” Chara came to my rescue with a change of subject.

“That’s right! I need to get back to my post!” Papyrus cried in alarm, shooting to his feet. “I can eat my sandwich while I’m there, are you two done?”

“I am,” Frisk raised his hand.

“Just about,” I said around my last bite of sandwich before washing it down with my lukewarm soup. “It was great, Pap, thanks.”

“Of course it was,” he preened before turning on his heel. “I just need a moment to throw Alphys’ lunch together and we can be off.”

I started gathering dishes.

“And Frisk, grab a jacket from the closet! You’ll not be catching cold on my watch!”

[theoldtherebeforehq]

✗ CONFIDENTIAL TRIBUTE FACILITY SIGN UP SHEET records the attendance of VENEER STERLING, the 21st HUNGER GAMES VICTOR from DISTRICT ONE. The applicable authorities may note, that the TWENTY-FOUR year old MALE (HE/HIM) is SMART, BRAVE, AND CREATIVE, but has also been known to be COLD, TRICKSTER, AND MANIPULATIVE. Similarities in appearance can be seen with NIJIRO MURAKAMI. According to previous reports, they’re often associated with ENDLESS GOLD ITEMS FILLED IN A SINGLE ROOM AND THE DARKEST PART OF THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP.

BIO

tw: death , injury , ptsd

Childhood/Early Years

Eldest child who helped his mother raise his younger siblings while their father was away at the Capitol doing business with his brother. Helped with everything from diaper changes and spoon feeding baby food. Due to this, he can't help but currently feel resentment towards his parents and siblings.

Was born just over a year after the Dark Days had ended so he doesn't remember anything about it besides the stories his parents had told.

Deciding he wanted more in life than just being the family nanny, Veneer started after school classes at the Career Academy. Soon after realizing he was actually good at this stuff he joined the Academy full time. Often he'd be there from sunrise to nightfall.

Having good scores and a great track record at the Academy caused Veneer to gain an even bigger ego that he already had. With basically being told he was the best, Veneer never feared the Hunger Games or the threat of being reaped, even though that isn't much worry in District One.

At the age of nineteen, the Trainers informed Veneer he was ready and that the 21st Hunger Game would be the year for him to Volunteer. Veneer was over the moon and ready to show the world what he was made of.

Time at the Facility was easy for Veneer. But mostly because he just stuck to himself. He avoided the other tributes even though most tried to make an alliance with him. Most of his days were spent in his bedroom behind a locked door. It was better this way.

When it was time to present his talent to all of Panem Veneer did nothing. He was there to prove himself in the arena. Preforming like a monkey at the circus was the last thing he was going to do. Though some people thought this choice may have hurt him, other's were rooting for the mysterious boy from One.

21st Hunger Games

Veneer's arena took place in the old Capitol Jail. The place had been abandoned for years but it still had working watch towers with spotlights and keys for the jail cells.

The first day in the arena went swimmingly for Veneer. He had killed the girl from Eight and boy from Nine. He gained a sword from the center and even a set of keys for the cells.

On the second day, there were thirteen tributes left. Veneer killed the boys from Twelve and Seven and girl from Ten.

Having too much fun, Veneer walked around the arena freely with zero caution. Everyone here was weaker than him anyway, what was there to worry about?

On the morning of Day Three, Veneer was jumped by the remaining Career Tributes. Deciding it'd be more fun to mess with him than to just kill him, they stole his sword and keys to the jail cell from his body and locked him in.

They left him in there for the rest of day Three and all through the night without any food or water.

Veneer spent most his time pacing the cage back and forth left with his own thoughts. He was embarrassed, exhausted and had no idea how he'd get out of this predicament. He didn't want to die.

At the end of Night Four, the male tribute from District Two ran into the jail in a panic. He had lost his entire alliance due to some "arena monsters".

Promising a truce, Veneer convinced the tribute to let him out and that he'd help with these so called monsters and help with the remaining tributes. Hesitant, the tribute let Veneer out.

At this point, Veneer was weak but knew he could gain control of this situation. Immediately, the boy tackled the tribute and fought with him to get his sword back. In the tussle, Veneer lost three of his fingers as he grabbed the blade of the sword.

Once he got the handle in his good hand, he killed off the boy from Two and finally made his way out of the cells.

Carefully and quiet, Veneer snuck around the arena looking for the remaining tributes. To his surprise, only one was left standing. It didn't take long for Veneer to kill them and was crowned Victor of the Twenty-First Hunger Games.

After his Victory

Immediately after making it home, Veneer moved out of his family home and into the victory house the Capitol provided for him.

After winning, Veneer is struggling with every day life more than he had expected. Four years later, the nightmares still haven't left. Small, closed-in rooms cause him to panic. Though, he tries to hide this and would never let anyone know.

Veneer works at the Facility as a mentor for One though most of the time, his tributes dislike him and think he's unhelpful. Which is probably true. He spends most of the time quiet and when he does speak, he's a jerk.

While home from the Capitol he works at the Academy as a trainer.

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

-

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

-

Hope you enjoyed!

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fun day with uncles//Luke&Lily special feat Ashton and Calum

a/n: I want to expand on the relationships the girls have with their uncles (and soon Oliver and Michael) so I hope you enjoy!

word count: 2.1 k

warnings: none, just fun and fluff with our girls and Cashton :)

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***

You and Luke were going to the doctor’s office for Oliver’s routine check-ups and Calum and Ashton offered to take the girls out for a day. Lily and Posy were talking nonstop about it during breakfast asking where they were going and what they were going to do.

“Will Duke be with us?” Lily asks while you’re styling her hair in her room. Luke has Posy in her room getting her dressed and Oliver is in his swing sucking on his fingers.

“I don’t know, honey. I guess we’ll see when they come pick you up,” you kiss her head watching her pull on her socks. 

That was the one request Ashton and Calum had for you and Luke; the girls had to wear shoes and socks. You had packed sunscreen, goldfish crackers, and some extra pull-ups for Posy in case she had an accident. She’s been doing really well going potty on the toilet but accidents happen. You packed an extra outfit and sweaters just in case and placed them in one of Luke’s backpacks. 

You figured Ashton and Calum wouldn’t want to carry around the baby bag that you have.

“I ready! Let’s go!” Posy announces skidding to a stop in Lily’s doorway. 

“Uncle Ash and Uncle Cal aren’t here yet, bug,” Luke laughs poking at her cheeks from behind. 

The girls busied themselves with their toys as you and Luke made sure you had everything you needed for Oliver. Then there was a knock on the door followed by Petunia barking and the girls screaming in excitement running down the hall. 

When it opens, Posy rushes to Ashton’s legs and Lily grabs hold of Calum’s hands pulling him inside the house.

“Hey, hey, let them get in the door,” Luke laughs entering the living room behind you. 

Oliver woke up from the loud noises and you scooped him up into your arms, rocking him slightly until he calmed down. 

“I want to be greeted like this everywhere I go,” Calum laughs, lifting Lily in his arms. “Are you ready for a day of fun, Lils?”

“Yes! Where are we going?” Lily asks. 

“Up, up, up Unca Ash!” Posy is trying to climb her way up Ashton’s legs. He picks her up easily as well and pokes her nose.

“Hi little one,” he grins then turns to Lily. “It’s a surprise, but there’s rides, animals, and yummy food.”

You and Luke exchange a look. Rides?

“What kind of rides?” Luke asks, his eyes moving to Lily who’s always been the most cautious with certain things. 

“A carousel and pony rides,” Calum eases. 

“Ponies?” Lily’s eyes widened. 

“Do not let them out of your sight,” Luke warns, lifting the backpack you packed and handing it to Ashton.

“We won’t. How long do you think you’ll be at the doctor’s?” Ashton asks. Calum moves forward towards you and gazes lovingly at Oliver. 

“No idea. They’ll probably check his oxygen levels, weigh him, take some blood...a few hours at least,” you respond. “I packed extra clothes and some snacks for them.”

“We’ll be back before dinnertime,” Ashton informs. “You girls ready to go?” 

“Bye mama! Bye Daddy!” Posy waves. 

“Have fun and listen to your uncles, okay?” you tell them. “And hold their hands.”

“We will mama. Bye Olly!” Calum sets her back on the ground and she touches Oliver’s arm softly. 

***

Ashton carries Posy along the grounds of where the circus is in town. There’s a train painted in bright colors with animals drawn all over it and clowns are walking around. Lily is holding onto Calum’s hand taking in all of the sights around her. 

“Where should we go first?” Ashton asks, looking at the booths of face painting, jewelry, t-shirts, concessions, and games with colorful stuffed animals. 

“Let’s just start on one end and work our way around,” Calum shrugs.

And so they did. First, they ordered a large lemonade that was shared amongst the four of them and looked at the animals. Lily and Posy wanted to feed them so Calum bought the food from a machine that usually holds pieces of gum. He took photos and videos of the girls laughing at the tickling sensation from the goats’ whiskers. 

“Goats are pretty cute,” Ashton muses, scratching one on the head. 

“No way are you going to get a goat,” Calum shakes his head. 

“I want a goat!” Posy claps her hands. 

“Ask your daddy that, little one,” Ashton giggles. 

They wash their hands and look at the rest of the animals for a bit longer until Posy whispers something in Ashton’s ear. 

“She needs to use the potty,” Ashton tells Calum with wide eyes. 

“Oh, okay. Uhh…” Calum looks around but all he sees are portable ones. “Looks like those are our best option.”

“Those are disgusting,” Ashton crinkles his nose. “There has to be an actual bathroom somewhere. Let’s ask someone.”

Calum and Lily follow him to a worker and shockingly enough, there is an actual bathroom building but it’s way in the back.

“Can you hold it until we’re at the bathrooms, little one?” Ashton asks, already walking towards the back at a brisk pace. Calum and Lily follow. 

They push through the crowds of people muttering their apologies. At long last, they’re in front of the building and thankfully see a door that’s labeled as ‘family’ restroom. 

“Here we go,” Ashton says and Calum stops him.

“Do you even know what to do?”

“I’m not dumb, it can’t be that hard. Have some faith, man,” Ashton shakes his head and moves into the restroom. 

Calum looks down at Lily who gives him a nervous smile. 

“Do you think Uncle Ash will drop her in the toilet?” Calum asks and she giggles.

“I hope not. Dada always sings when she’s on the potty to help.”

Calum looks to the restroom door and approaches it. He knocks lightly.

“Occupied!”

“It’s me!” Calum shouts. “Lily says Luke sings to her to help her go.”

“Sings what?” 

Calum looks down at Lily.

“Wheels on the bus.”

“Wheels on the bus!” Calum shouts.

“Got it! Thanks!”

Calum notices a bench against the wall and he pulls Lily onto his lap.

“You’re such a great big sister, you know that? You remind me of my big sister,” he says then realizes Mali hasn’t officially met the girls or Oliver. 

“Who?”

“My big sister, Mali.”

“Mama showed me Mali! She sings pretty.”

“Yeah, she does,” Calum grins, “she’d love to meet you someday. I’ll see if she can come visit me soon.”

“Can we ride the ponies next?” Lily asks and Ashton comes out with Posy with a triumphant smile. 

“Did it all go well, then?” Calum asks.

“She did such a good job,” Ashton praises and Posy is grinning like he is. “Your mama and daddy are going to be so proud of you, Posy.”

“Way to go Posy!” Calum and Lily clap their hands. “Lils wants to go on the pony rides next.”

“Then let’s go see some ponies!” 

Calum and Ashton were able to walk alongside the ponies to make sure the girls didn’t fall off. There was a strap that could be secured around their waists. Calum held onto Lily who kept petting at the pony’s mane and neck as he strutted around the circle.

Ashton was speaking in a southern accent trying to sound like a cowboy and Posy was laughing the whole ride. 

After the ponies, they had lunch which consisted of a slice of pizza and some fruit that was sold as a side. Games were next and Posy loved watching Ashton do the hammer one to test his strength. Her peels of laughter encouraged him to keep trying until he finally hit the bell at the top. 

He asked Posy which toy she wanted as a prize and chose a purple looking monster with orange teeth and green hair. Lily looked at it apprehensively so Calum towed her along to the water games. She had a good shot with the water guns being aimed at the spinning target as it ascended up the pole, but she didn’t beat the buzzer. 

“It’s okay Lils, let’s try this one over here.”

They walk over to the ping pong toss over small fish bowls while Ashton and Posy are throwing balls at glass bottles. Calum buys a bucketful of ping pongs and tries to help Lily with her throws. He loves how dainty she holds the white ball in her hand and she sticks her tongue out in concentration. One of her eyebrows quirks up and she looks so much like Y/N when she does it it throws Calum for a loop. 

“Try not to aim for one certain one,” Calum says. “Just throw it and I’m sure you’ll make one in.”

“Okay…” Lily tosses a ball.

She and Calum watch it in slow motion as it hits one bowl then falls into the one next to it. Lily lets out a scream and Calum whoops in excitement as the attendant shouts out “WINNER TO THE LITTLE GIRL IN PINK!”

“I won! Unca Cal I won!” she jumps up and down clutching Calum's fingers.

“Way to go, Lils!” He congratulates and Ashton and Posy come by.

“What’s going on?” Ashton asks just as the attendant comes forward with a bag of water and a small pink fish. 

“Lily won a fish,” Calum explains proudly and takes the bag. 

“No way! Lily, that’s awesome!”

“I thought she’d like this pink one,” the attendant smiles.

“She loves pink, thank you,” Calum grins and bends down to Lily’s height. “What do you think, Lils?”

“He’s pretty,” she smiles, poking the bag lightly where the small fish is poking in the corner. “Will mama let me keep him?”

“I don’t see why not, you don’t have to walk them.”

“I love him. His name is Bruno.”

“That’s the perfect name,” Calum grins.

“Po, look at my fish.”

Posy scrambles down from Ashton’s arms and presses her nose to the bag. 

“He’s tiny!” Posy crinkles her nose. 

The rest of the day Calum carried Bruno and Lily would check on him periodically. Posy started to get fussy and they ended the day at the pet store to get some supplies for Bruno. The clerk informed them that Bruno was a male betta fish and about 6 months old. 

Calum bought a small tank with gray stones and a lily pad for the fish to sleep on; Lily loved knowing that bit of information that betta fish like to nestle. He bought food and some colorful fake plants. 

Ashton stayed with Posy in the car because she fell asleep on the ride to the pet store. 

“He won’t...die right away will he?” Calum asks nervously as Lily inspects some more water accessories. 

“No, as long as you feed him and change the water periodically he should live for about four years.”

“Four?”

“That’s the average lifespan of betta’s. He’ll be a good starter fish for her if she wants to get another one. When the time comes.”

Calum feels saddened by that because he doesn’t want Lily to be sad when the fish will die. But she’s so enamored by him there’s no way he’ll tell her any of this. 

He’ll just tell Luke.

***

“Mama! Look what I got!” Lily runs through the door with Bruno in his bag. She stops in the kitchen where you’re making dinner, Oliver is held against you in the wrap around your body. “I won him! His name is Bruno and Uncle Cal got him a nice home and some food!”

“He did? Wow, he’s so pretty sweetie,” you smile looking at the pink fish. 

“What’s with all the noise, is there a circus in town?” Luke asks, coming up from the stairs. “Hey bug, are you still sleepy?” He takes Posy from Ashton’s arms, Posy rests her head in Luke’s neck. 

“Look dada! I got a fish!” Lily spins around and shows Luke Bruno.

“Oh wow, and he’s pink! Did you have fun at the circus?”

“Yeah, Po used the potty and won a monster. We had lemonade and pizza and cotton candy. Can Uncle Cal help me with Bruno’s tank?” Lily looks up at you and Luke.

“Absolutely. Thanks for buying everything Uncle Cal,” you smile at him and Lily runs to her room. Luke follows to put Posy down to finish her nap and Ashton crashes on the couch sighing heavily. “Busy day, huh?”

“I don’t know how you and Luke do it,” Calum shakes his head. “And now with three? You’re super human.”

“I’m just a mom.”

“You’re the best mom, lovie,” Luke reappears with a smile. “I take it you two are staying for dinner? Need us to bathe you and tuck you into bed as well?”

“The only one I’ll let bathe me is Y/N,” Ashton sighs, closing his eyes and you laugh loudly.

“Sorry mate, she’s all mine,” Luke gives you a kiss on the cheek and Calum goes to Lily’s room. “Can’t wait to spend the weekend with you, soon.”

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After the Circus- Part 3

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cw: strained friendships, arguing, fainting, dizziness, trauma, references to Jon's getting covered in lotion, disassociation, food mention, mentions of panic attacks (none in the story), canon typical season three Tim headspace (although he's being less mean!)

After his kidnapping, Jon continues to have a rough time

The next time Jon wakes up, he is actually able to sit up.  He’s alone on the cot.  For a moment, he almost panics, looking for Martin in the darkened room.  

It’s hard to see.  The only light is from the hallway, oozing in because the door isn’t entirely closed.  He doesn’t have his glasses on.  He doesn’t know where those are.  

Does he just have to resign himself blurry vision and the headaches?  Not as if he doesn’t get enough of those.  He sighs.  He can’t even remember when he last had them.  Did he have them when he was kidnapped?  Did he have them when he got back?  

He makes out Martin’s blurry form sitting slumped in front of the cot.  Leaning against it and the wall.  Asleep.  

Guilt pools in the bottom of Jon’s empty stomach.  He doesn’t know what time it is.  But Martin has, presumably, been here for hours.  Jon doesn’t know how many, sliping in and out of lucidity too quickly to get a firm sense on space and time.  Martin should be at home, forgetting all this supernatural shit as often as he can, for as long as he can.  Not worrying about Jon.  Christ, certainly not worrying about Jon constantly since Prentiss.  

All those times Martin dragged him to lunch, or provided tea when he still treated Martin like shit.  

Jon can’t look at him.  

He wishes he could get Martin onto the cot and let him get some proper rest, but even in top health, he couldn’t lift Martin, let alone do it without waking him.  Best to just drape a blanket over him and let him rest.  

Jon… well he needs to get up.  Get to the loo, get a jumper, get some water or food if he can manage it.  He isn’t sure.  There’s still a good chance he’ll just end up on the floor again.  Especially without his cane.  

At least he doesn’t have to worry about Georgie.  He was leaving her place anyhow.  She wouldn’t have expected a call.  Probably.  

Standing isn’t great, but he manages his first two tasks.  Leaning on the wall is the best he can manage, but he makes the way to the break room, drowning in an oversized hoodie.  And finds Tim.  

Tim is on his phone.  He looks… tired.  He’s still wearing that familiar scowl, but it’s softer.  If Jon didn’t know better, he’d say Tim was looking worried.  If Jon didn’t know better, he’d think Tim might be worried about him.  

He’d think about that more, if his vision wasn’t starting to darken.  He takes a rather abrupt seat on the floor, in hopes of staving off another faint.  

Jon, essentially slamming into the floor makes Tim look up.  There is a long moment where he is caught between sitting still and rushing over.  (See if he’s still awake, if he’s hurt himself, if he’s hit his head, get him some salt and a sports drink.  The routine still ingrained.)  But.  He doesn’t know.  

He finds himself half standing, phone halfway on the table, screen still on, game chirping at him angrily as he loses.  

He finds himself hesitating for a long moment, before he walks over to Jon.  Slowly.  

Jon’s conscious, but looks he’s contemplating if he’s going to stay that way.  

Does Tim want to help?  

Does Jon even want his help?

If he touches Jon, will he scream again?  

If Jon screams, will Martin wake up?  

He does care if Martin wakes up.  Martin hasn’t gotten much sleep… in months, but especially not in the last couple days looking after Jon, and making sure Jon got enough water, and any meager amount of sustenance that he can manage.  

Tim wouldn’t stay for Jon, but he is staying for Martin.  

He stands there, looming over Jon.  Jon shrinks away.  Instead of making Tim feel vindicated, he just feels empty.  

He should help Jon.  So Martin doesn’t lose even more sleep making sure Tim doesn’t follow the impulse to yell and kick and argue, or simply run away.  That won’t help anything.  He’s been fighting the impulse to hurt Jon for a while.  But… but he can’t muster that anger, not now.  

Not when Jon’s wearing a jumper that Tim left at Jon’s flat back in Research.  

Not when Jon looks small and tired and sick and beaten.  

And, Tim knows, he’s had his place in this.  Much as he wants to blame the circus…  

And that’s another thing, isn’t it?  

This should bind them together, right?  Even more so than the years of friendship before everything went to shit.  This shared trauma.  Even more so than the worms?  That was a one-and-done day, and yeah, there was stuff leading up to it.  Yeah, it left a hell of a mark.  But it didn’t really change Tim’s life the same way the Circus had.  Yeah, there was pain and pt and permanent scars, but the worms didn’t take Jon for a month, they didn’t kill Sasha and Danny.  

Fuck, he doesn’t know.  It all sucks.  

The Worm trauma should have brought the three of them together (four, if Sasha had made it out, but that wasn’t the worms, now was it?  Well, if not for the worms, maybe she wouldn’t have been taken.  HE DOESN’T KNOW.)  The more Tim thinks about this, the more half finished, nonsense bullshit he thinks up for himself.  

None of what he’s trying to tell himself makes sense, and the confusion and anger sit heavily in his gut as he just stands there, like a moron.  

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.  

He drags his hands through his hair.  Greasy and coated in days old gel.  He needs some sleep.  He needs a shower.  

He should get Jon something to eat.  

“I’m going to touch you, ‘kay?”  

Jon looks too tired to argue.  Good.  He doesn’t think he can deal with Jon’s waffling or guilt or any of that bullshit.  The ‘oh no I’m just grand why am I on the floor? no reason, let me just stalk you it’s fine.’  

Not now, Tim.  

Too tired for proper anger, and even if he wasn��t… Jon looks just pitiful, and the fight that he’s itching for won’t be satisfying if Jon passes out or cries on him.  

Jon mumbles out, “‘kay.”

Good.  

Tim scoops him up, just about effortlessly.  And Tim doesn’t know if that’s the months of pt and vigorous workouts, or that Jon has dropped maybe 5 kilos that he didn’t have to spare.  Or both.  

Tim’s gotten his muscle mass back, maybe even more than he had to start with… all that extra rage funneled into gym time.  Not particularly healthy, but better than drinking himself into a stupor every morning.  Just… you know, most mornings.  As you do.  

The change of position is enough to knock Jon out the rest of the way.  Head lolling against Tim’s chest.  

Something flickers deep in Tim’s chest.  His first impulse is to crush the feeling, but… he doesn’t.  Jon isn’t okay.  Tim isn’t okay.  

He wants his friend from Research back.  

Which… He doesn’t know if that’s possible.  Not with broken trust and hair-trigger tempers.  But, he’s just so tired.  

He dumps Jon on the couch.  Not too gently, but he props his feet up and goes to get him some lucozade and heat up a can of soup.  

Jon’s starting to come around again by the time he gets back.  The soup is… lukewarm at best.  They ought to harass Elias into getting them a better microwave…  In any case, it’s full of salt and it isn’t cold.  So… that’s something.  A little more substance than water and lucozade.  So.  It’s better than nothing.  Try to get Jon up to eating an actual meal, but Martin had pointed out that he isn’t sure when Jon last ate solid food, since he was kidnapped by plastic bastards who apparently don’t really know how humans-or vaguely nonhuman monster bosses work and how often to water or feed them, so they should take it easy on Jon’s system for now.  Which will make it easier on all of them.  

Jon struggles to sit up, and Tim doesn’t know if he wants to help.  Instead he holds the food and drink and …looms.  Jon sits up and tucks his feet up, so the blood doesn’t pool, Tim’s memory supplies.  Not particularly monstrous.  …It’s painfully familiar.  

“Small sips, then a little bit of soup.”

Jon nods, squinting up at him.  

Probably not a good sign that Jon, apparently, couldn’t find the glasses folded on the box next to the cot with another glass of water.  One Martin instructed Tim to keep constantly full.  Should he be worried that Jon is still so out of it?  Maybe?  

But he’s heard what the Circus can do to people, and he doesn’t have any clue what they did to Jon.  All he knows is, Jon is even more shy about touch than he has been.  Not that Tim really noticed.  But… he isn’t blind.  Jon’s been waking up screaming more often than not when someone touches him.  He seems okay when you go slow, or wakes up with Martin holding him, but an unexpected, or sudden, or moving at all hand, starts him into a panic attack.  

How much does Jon even remember of those?  How many has Martin talked him through?  How many did Jon lose consciousness during?  A lot of the last variety.  But he doesn’t know the numbers.  

Jon’s looking dizzy again by the time Martin rushes in.  Tim had just helped ease Jon back down.  Martin is trailing the blanket that Tim had been pretty sure Jon had been draped in last time Tim had actually been in the room and not playing on his phone.  That besotted fool, Jon, must have put it over Martin before getting up.  

“Where is he, Tim!”

“Martin, Martin.  Stay calm, would you?  Keep your voice down.”  Tim is not used to being the one trying to deescalate.  But Jon looks about half asleep.  Barely registers the shouting.  “Relax.  I didn’t hurt him.  Think he got up for the loo or for something, nearly fainted in here.  Got him some soup and everything.”

Martin drops heavily into the nearest chair, with what Tim figures must be a hell of an adrenaline crash.  

“He’s okay, Martin.  Didn’t hurt him.  I… I don’t think I want to hurt him.  Not sure if I did in the past…I sure wasn’t helping.  But I don’t think I do now.”

Martin doesn’t respond.  

“He… he looks so… fragile.  I… miss him.  And I miss you.”  

Tim looks down at Jon, and almost wants to tuck his hair back.  That frizzy and tangled hair that Jon usually keeps… well not neat.  But clean.  It’s been scrubbed within an inch of its life.  It’s dry and sad, and Tim almost …almost wants to fix it.   But he isn’t ready for that.  

Christ, he’s tired.  

He joins Martin at the table, not quite ready to meet Martin’s eye.  Not ready to see what Martin might say in return.  

“I miss you too.”

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Suptober. Day 13: Rewind Dean has a few things to say to Cas. Word count: 2542 [Read on Ao3]

3 Weeks.

Dean's been stealing glances at his phone for over an hour. The dim light of the hall that creeps from under his door is the only reason he can see the thing, blurred out to a barely-there grey hunk of plastic.

The idea is fucking stupid. He doesn't care what Sam thinks. Sam wasn't even supposed to know. Let alone have fucking opinions.

But Dean slipped.

And it took more effort than he will ever admit to walk out of the kitchen without clocking his brother in the goddamn jaw.

Fuck Sam and fuck the phone.

He turns around, away from the stupidest temptation of his life, and demands sleep come.

It's only mildly successful.

2 Month, 1 Week.

Nothing bad can happen from a phone call. Doing it once can’t hurt you any more than you are now

Sam's a well-meaning kid. He really is. But sometimes he just needs to can it.

'Cause he had to go and say some shit like that, completely unprompted — they were talking about potential witch activity in Utah, not Dean's feelings, for Christ's sake — and now it's all Dean can think about now that the distractions of the day have bled into a dark room and cold bed.

And that gray hunk of plastic on his desk is laughing at him. He could reach it if he sat up. Stretched a bit.

But the idea is dumb. And Sam doesn't get it. He really fucking doesn’t.

Except Dean knows he's kind of full of crap.

He grits his teeth, shoves the covers to the side, and grabs his phone.

With each passing buzz, his heart stutters, breath cut into shorter and shorter spurts.

Stupidstupidstupid.

It- it isn't like he's gunna answer. Dean knows he not, but it just rings and rings and —

"This is my voicemail. Make your voice… a mail."

And it hurts.

He calls again every night for the next week. Of course, he never picks up. Sam doesn't ask.

4 Months.

Dean kicks the door after it slams shut. Throws his gun at his headboard, if it goes off and shoots him, oh fucking well. It's great. Just fantastic.

He pulls his phone out without thinking. Clicks Cas.

It rings, and for a moment his shoulders relax as the familiar greeting plays. Cause its Cas' voice. And fuck. Just… fuck.

Then it beeps, and he actually does the one thing he's wanted for months.

"None of your douchebag family will answer me. And I've tried friggin' everything, I swear to Christ."

He runs his hand over his face, glances up at the sour-yellow ceiling.

"How you ever stood them is beyond me dude."

And then, like a rational human being. He hangs up and pretends that whatever that was didn't happen.

Once the bitter taste of angels that don’t pick the fucking phone up from earlier that day fades, Dean stares at the darkened ceiling.

He left a voicemail. A fucking voicemail.

Pathetic.

4 Months, 3 Weeks.

So he hasn't called again since his, uh, slip up. And Sam keeps giving him these little looks. And he knows that Sam knows, and knows he isn't calling because he's a changed man or whatever.

Maybe Sam would drop it, whatever the hell he thinks Dean's mess is, if he could manage to eat.

Jody, Claire, Kaia, and Alex are all around the table with them. Jody's the charmer she always is, talking about how she's grateful for the help and oh, of course you guys are gunna stay for dinner! Ah-ah! No buts.  

There was a hunt in town she tracked down with Claire, a huge vamps nest — we're talking dozens — and called them over for help. And is now feeding them. Because she's a saint and never deserved to be in the know in the first place.

Dean looks at the food. Pork lathered in dark brown graveyard with a mountain of buttery mashed potatoes. There's a pile of carrots on Sam's plate. Dean opted out.

Not that he's eating now. No, mostly just pushing it all around. He does eat in general.

But Claire isn't looking at him. Hasn't. She barely managed a glance up when he saved her — just a small nod and weary glance.

Sam, on the other hand, may as well be ogling.

Dean wishes he could read Sam's mind, find out where he's keeping it so Dean can wallow in misery without his brother being keen on some of the finer details, thank you very much.

He manages a few bites. Its excellent, mouth-watering, home-cooked goodness he's missed fiercely since he got a taste for it the few days Mrs. Butters was around.

But right now? Turns his stomach.

On the way back home, Sam clears his throat. Dean grips the wheel a little tighter.

"So —"

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Samantha."

In the corner of his eye, Sam's shoulder slump. His brother looks down and sighs out a sad little noise.

But the rest of the drive is quiet. And that's a win in Dean's book.

*

It's roughly midnight, and books are scattered across the library table. They're all open to different pages, but none of it matters. Not really.

Dean's combing through it all anyway. Has been since Heavens decided they have a no-call policy with anyone named Winchester.

The piles he has laid around him have grown increasingly larger as the weeks have drug on. Spiked exponentially when he decided not to call anymore.

"Hey Dean."

Dean snaps his head up mid-sentence. Sam stands in the threshold, holding a plate. In pajamas.

Dean just looks at him. "What?"

"Made you food." He lifts the plate up a fraction

"That looks like a cold cut, so made is a generous word."

Sam has the audacity to slump into himself, full-on wounded-puppy mode. So Dean rolls his eyes and waves him over.

The plate gets sat down with a distinct clank, and Sam pats his shoulder.

"You know I just… want what's best for you."

Dean tenses his shoulders, closes the book in front of him. He speaks through his teeth.

"Yeah, well I never had it in the first place. And now it is gone, and there's nothing I can do."

"You don't know that Dean."

He glues his eyes to the back of the book. Balls his fists.

"Don't I? That — That fucking thing just —"

"I know. But it's also gone. We don't know what happened."

Dean chooses then to look over, fix his brother with a proper glare so he'll go the hell away — but sees it.

Sitting innocuously on the plate, like it isn't an affront to everything Dean would rather not, is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Sam's talking but he can't hear it. His brains turned to mush, a radio-static circus of nothing.

The bottom of his chair screeches as it drags against the floor.

And Dean can’t see.

Sam grabs his arm, he shakes it off. He moves decisively, tries too, but his eyes prickle and he can’t see shit, and he isn’t about to cry right there in front of his brother, validate every stupid thought the guy has that’s probably one-hundred percent right.

His door clicks shut, and he pressed himself against it. Slides down until he hits the icy floor.

Dean's throat is a constricted cage, each breath in has to be muscled in, down, out. Each wobble as much as the last.

Sam doesn't know shit. He doesn’t know what he's talking about. He really doesn't.

Calling someone who can’t answer, won’t ever answer, is fucking stupid. It's not therapeutic.

When he rubs a hand over his face. It comes back wet, and his eyes sting.

"Fuck."

He fishes for his phone. Going to Cas' number is muscle memory at this point.

It rings. Cause Sam can't help but keep the thing charged.

"This is my voicemail. Make your voice… a mail."

The ball in his chest is impossibly tight. Why hasn't he called? Just to hear him again, the gruff tenor that's like gravel and silk and the only thing he ever wants to hear, ever. And now he only has nine words he'll ever hear him say again.

That's it. Two sentences.

You saved the whole world. He didn’t save shit.

And what the fuck is he supposed to do now? How is he supposed to do anything? He’s never been any good, not as good as he needs to be. Maybe if he would’ve been — or did somethin’ different, anything different —

Dean threads his fingers in his hair and balls his fist. Squeezes his eyes shut against the pool of tears that just leak out, and curls in on himself. His guts are twisted and tight, just like the rest of him. Every part of him shakes, the hand vice-gripping his hair should hurt, should be enough to pull him back to sanity, but the tears don’t stop.

And really what does it matter if he cries. Chucks gone, and The Empty, that — that thing got what was coming to it.

But Cas didn't come back.

He lulls his head against the door, untangles the hand from his hair like his fingers piston operated they ache so bad

God, Cas should’ve just left him in Hell.

Maybe he's Heaven, Billy had said with a shrug. Casual. Like she didn't understand. And Dean knows she does. She gets it more than any of them, saw just what this shit did the last time. Saw exactly how much he didn't want to be around.

Jack had to fuck off to put the universe in balance, so he’s MIA and no help. And Heaven doesn't seem to give a shit.

There must've been a beep somewhere, so Dean just goes with it. Presses the phone to his ear again and works his jaw open until it’s loose enough to allow something resembling words can happen.

"It's — it's bullshit." God Dean can't recognize his own voice, pulled thin and hoarse. "You — you know that right? Bullshit." He shakes his head. Tries to take a deep breath that comes out only slightly less ragged. "You always left. And I — I get that you had to sometimes. But no one wanted you here more than me."

He wipes his face off with the collar of his shirt. His skull screams in sharp pain, and his temples thud. And normally this would be too long of a pause, but normally you don't start a voicemail off trying not to sob, and normally they're made for people who can actually listen to them. So whatever.

"This is stupid. It's not — voicemails ain't your style." His breath leaves, and exhaustion sets deep into his bones. "You always just called back for the explanation. You'd leave 'em, though."

At least Dean assumes. Every call back he'd ever gotten from the guy he'd have to fill him in on whatever was happening anyway. Guess it makes sense in a way. If you have enough time to listen to a message, you've got enough time to call.

The space behind his robes aches when he says, "We both shoulda picked up more, I guess. And Sammy wants me to call now. Like it makes up for shit. It doesn't."

He swipes the little red phone to the left, and stares at the word Cas in his contacts page.

But the screen goes blank, and all he can see are his puffy red eyes reflected in the black screen, and that's motivation, so he gets ready for bed.

1 Year, 10 Months, 13 Days

He calls a few times after that. But tries not to leave voicemails for someone that's just gone, in every sense of the word.

It’s dumb. Still really dumb. And he has no defense for it. Eventually Sam hands him Cas' old phone and a charger. All of the missed voicemails untouched.

Dean could swear he remembers ever last one.

They're mostly simple crap, sometimes. Updates.

"Sam and Eileen are getting hitched. They're pretty fucking disgusting together. But sometimes they look at me, and I can just see it, man. See how they like, bubble themselves off." He laughs, but it's strained.  "Guess it just be written on my face. Which is just friggin’ fantastic. Cause I'm happy for them. I've always wanted that for Sam. But I wanted it for us too. Fucked up that I can only say it now, huh."

"I don't like the way burgers taste anymore. And I, uh, have a bumper sticker now. It's a bee. I kept it together until Sam got misty-eyed." There's a pause for a touch too long, then, "That mixtapes been the only thing in Baby for a month."

"I kept the trenchcoat. Wore it earlier. Got cold out for the first time since —" he sighs. "You wore it better. Looks like shit on me. It pretty much lives in my closet. Can't get monster guts on it that way."

But sometimes it's just a confession, none of the other bullshit. Just the truth.

"Look. I'm not mad. So don't think that. Cause I'm not. Wish I was. It's — it's always been easier. But I was trying to get my head on straight. I would've for you. I just… Don't know how now."

"Can't tell if I like using your old angel blade or fucking hate it. Don't like much of anything anymore. You were better with it."

"Id pray to you, but this is all I got. And I wish I could hope you're up there. But then I'd hope there isn't any pay per view Earth or whatever. Cause this shit? Is pitiful." A sigh. "G'night, Cas."

And one night, a long time later, he's sitting with his back against his bed, nestled next to the end table he never used, he says the truth in a way he knows he should've years and years ago.

"Guess this is like prayin', ain't it? Sammy caught me a few months ago. He wasn't even surprised I'm still doing this. Told me it was, uh — It was okay. Even if I just… never did. And you know what? I don't think l can." He gives a small laugh. "Hell, I only leave messages when I'm feeling, I dunno, brave? Like some part of me thinks you could still hear it and tell me to get lost."

Logically, he knows Cas wouldn't have kicked him to the curb. Wanted him just as much.

"God I listen to it almost every night dude. Just hearing this stupid fucking line —  It's like hitting rewind, for a few seconds."

The rest comes off easy, in its own way

"I miss you, Buddy. And I — I love you more than I know what to do with. I wish it would've been enough. But instead, it killed you."

He ends it, and calls back. Just to listen to the only thing he'll ever hear Cas say again. It’s not a replacement, never will be until he can see if Heaven really does have an angels left.

But the only faith he ever had is just an echo on the other end.

"This is my voicemail. Make your voice… a mail."

[animeyanderelover]

I saw the immortal s/o ask for Sebastian and undertaker and I was wondering if you could do that but with Wendy and Peter (together) and dagger

Wow! I wrote some stuff about Dagger, but never about Wendy and Peter before. How exciting!

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia suicidal mention, suicidal try

Immortal s/o

Wendy & Peter

🤸‍♀️It is definitely an advantage that you have Wendy in here. She’s the more caring and empathic than her partner here. She cares for your happiness and was worried when noticing how down you always looked. Peter was a bit different. Being the more harsh and possessive Yandere he acted like he didn’t care. But he did deep down.

🤸‍♀️Wendy tried to get their darling to talk to the both of them, being gentle about it. With her partner it looked a bit different. Peter was a lot more forceful with it, ready to use fear and a bit violence to get their s/o to just finally talk. He was fed up with their behavior. If it wouldn’t have been for Wendy he might have actually hurt them.

🤸‍♀️Peter is someone who prefers to keep you somewhere locked up, it makes him feel at ease. But Wendy was someone who wanted to be near you and wanted to go somewhere out with you. For that reason she sneaked into the circus wagon to get you out. And only seconds later the whole circus suddenly heard a terrified and shrill scream. Peter, instantly knowing that this was Wendy, knew that something must have happened and rushed towards the direction of the scream. As soon as he reached the wagon he already knew what Wendy had tried to do and stormed angrily in with the intention to yell at her and you. But his thoughts were thrown out of the window the moment he stepped in.

🤸‍♀️Wendy was crying and sobbing, sitting with their darling in her lap on the floor which looked nowhere near alive. Dark marks on their neck telling Peter instantly what had happened. At first he didn’t even know how to react. Wendy was a mess, in denial, crying and begging for you to wake up. And as soon as Peter snapped out of it he instantly ripped you out of Wendy’s arms and started shaking you and yelling at you to stop pretending and waking up. Wendy was clinging onto him, sobbing at him to stop. It took Peter a few seconds before the information that their darling was gone finally reached his brain. And that’s when he started crying as well.You were dead. At least for a few more seconds. That’s when it happened. The bruises on your neck started suddenly to pale, more and more until they were completely gone. And that’s when you suddenly shot up, coughing and gasping for air. Wendy and Peter on the other hand jumped startled back and let both a short scream out in progress.

🤸‍♀️The next moment Wendy was already hanging around your neck, crying and stuttering that she couldn’t believe that you were still alive. You on the other hand looked...sad and disappointed. Wendy was in that moment too overwhelmed with the fact that you weren’t dead. But Peter was more composed and the fact that you had just rises from the death told him pretty much everything.

🤸‍♀️Both of them are rather clueless about how to act that. You are immortal and they aren’t. And you still want to die? Especially Peter would has problems with this situation since he isn’t the most sympathetic guy. Wendy on the other hand will have an easier time here. She’s rather soft with you. Their past wasn’t very pretty. But they could die if they wanted too and you can’t. So both of them will have a hard time to try to at least try to understand you.

🤸‍♀️Wendy will keep Peter’s actions under a close watch. You’re immortal, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t nearly have a heart attack when seeing you once again. And given Peter’s rather impulsive nature she’s afraid that he will use that to his advantage or say something wrong to you which might trigger you to try again. Peter is sadly really someone who might use that to his advantage if he’s angered enough. After that incident he will try to hold back with his temper. You can’t be left alone anymore. That’s something both of them agree with. Wendy will get to spend more time with you after this because she really doesn’t trust Peter with you. And as frustrating as it is, Peter understands that. Whilst Wendy focuses more on helping you getting mentally at least a bit better, Peter focuses more on getting rid of everyone who makes you upset.

Dagger

🗡Dagger is sadly a delusional one and it is rather easy to trick him into believing that his darling is happy. When they look sad he’ll be sad too, but if his darling is good at pretending he’ll most likely remain oblivious to what is really going on.

🗡If he ever noticed that his darling seemed empty he instantly took it as a sign that he hadn’t given them enough attention and love which would most likely end in him smothering his s/o even more in affection.

🗡You might think that you’ll be able to do it with a knife? You’re wrong. Dagger keeps every sharp objects out of your way, scared that you might accidentally cut yourself. He was sure nothing would ever harm you. That was at least until he came one day home and didn’t find you in your room. He freaked out and instantly started searching for you. Maybe you were in the bathroom? He slammed the door open and instantly noticed how the whole bathtub was filled to the brink with water. But no sign from you. Only when he stepped closer he saw you. Completely motionless laying on the ground of the bathtub. You looked so awfully peaceful.

🗡Dagger on the other hand freaked out, instantly pulling you out of the water and trying to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But it didn’t work. You weren’t breathing, nor had you a heartbeat. And he had only been gone for less than an hour! He just bursted out in tears, not wanting to accept it. A world without his darling was not a world he wanted to live in. He just sat there, crying whilst rocking with your corpse back and forth. That was at least until he suddenly felt you shifting inside his arms.

🗡He pulled surprised away. You on the other hand were startled that he had seen all of this and tried to get away. But that wasn’t anywhere in Dagger’s plans. Overjoyed would be an understatement about how he felt when he saw that you were still alive. In that moment it wouldn’t even come to his mind to what had just happened. Only later on he would realize that you had been dead only to come back to life shortly after. And that’s when things will get really bad.

🗡Dagger is a delusional and sees his darling already as perfection. So when finding out that you’re immortal? You just gave him a reason to obsess even more. You must be some kind of angel. Dagger doesn’t even understand why you would ever think about doing something like this. Someone perfect and beautiful like you deserves to live more than any other human on this planet.

🗡Dagger is one of the most terrible to deal with this. He still adores you, but his paranoia will increase after this and he will chain you to the bed in order to prevent you from trying this again. If he frees you from the chains he won’t let you alone anymore and even follows you to the toilet. He’ll feed you, bath you, dress you up. He does everything. He wants to make you realize how beautiful and perfect you are and thinks by doing this he’ll reach that goal. He already didn’t let you under other people before, but now it has just gotten worse. He views them as the fault why you even became this way and can’t see how amazing you are. An increased paranoia like he’s makes quite the high body count. One wrong glance is already enough to trigger him.

[supercasey]

Dumb thoughts on the Child Avatars AU

I dunno, just some dumb ideas I’ve had since I started talking about the AU online/brainstorming about it. (Putting it under a readmore for everyone’s sake)

The “Daisy kidnaps Jon” situation in this AU is Daisy riding her bike to Simon Fairchild’s mansion, holding a water-gun up to both Mike and Jon’s heads, and ordering them to ride with her to the grocery store to buy soda and hang out at a nearby playground for the day. Cue Elias flipping tf out when Jon isn’t at Simon’s place when he goes to pick him up later, Simon being half asleep because he was napping while the kids hung out, and Mike getting soaked by Daisy before he agrees to go with her, and since this happens in, like, late fall or early winter, he gets pneumonia afterwards and can’t hang out for awhile, leading to the kids jokingly saying he’s dead. Btw the only reason the trio was found is because Basira was invited after they made it to the park, and she convinced Daisy to let the boys go home. Daisy literally only kidnapped them because she wanted to play with someone.

Also the Buried!Daisy arc is Daisy getting eaten by a Buried controlled sandbox and Jon jumping in after her. The rest of the kids, who thankfully witnessed this, spent the next three hours digging for them, with Breekon & Hope eventually joining in to help since they were in the area. Daisy and Jon form a trauma bond afterwards and are now best friends.

Jon keeps getting marked by shit and it’s stressing Elias out because hE’S NOT READY FOR THE WATCHER’S CROWN YET!!! He needs more time to prepare, but his son is literally getting marked faster than fucking Sonic.

Speaking of Sonic, seeing as the “Console Wars” (Sega vs Nintendo) are happening during this time period, the kids take the rivalry Very Seriously. The biggest arguments are had between Sasha, Daisy, Julia, and Mike, who are all on Team Sega, and Jon, Martin, Tim, and Danny, who are all on Team Nintendo.

Sasha, close to tears she’s so angry: “Sega DO what NintenDON’T, Tim!!!”

When Martin was born, he only had one thick clump of curly hair that was white, but as he’s grown older and entered the Lonely multiple times, more of his hair has begun to turn white. As of the time of the AU “starting” (so when he’s 8 years old), he looks like he has white highlights in his hair.

Trevor isn’t a fully-fledged Hunt avatar yet, but the girls more or less are, so if you’ve ever watched Wolf Children, that’s pretty much the situation Trevor is currently trapped in. His daughters keeping changing into wolf pups and running wild as he frantically tries to hide their powers from anyone who isn’t Gerry.

(All of the kids secretly know already, even Basira.)

Basira is pretty much the only “normal” kid of the avatar children, save MAYBE for Tim, but he’s been deeply marked by the circus and has a few tiny powers (think S3 Jon as he was figuring out some of his powers, but wasn’t a full-on Archivist just yet).

The season 1 gang (including Danny) are the closest group of friends in the AU, save for Daisy and Basira’s friendship, and they hang out a lot at each other’s homes on the weekends.

Adelard usually brings Jane with him for his “trips” away from the institute, so it’s not unusual for her to be gone for long periods of time. But she always sends postcards and gifts to the institute for everyone!

Helen is three years old, so theoretically she should be able to talk, but she rarely does so, preferring to communicate via giggles and laughter. Only Jon, the Stoker brothers, and Michael can understand her, and they take turns translating for everyone else.

Whenever she’s brought to the institute, Helen takes to toddling around after Jon and Martin, giggling up a storm the whole time. Jon finds it a bit annoying while Martin is endlessly amused by her antics.

A list of the guardian’s/adult’s ages before I fucking forget (as of when the AU “starts” in 1994): Gertrude Robinson - 62, Elias Bouchard “Jonah Magnus” - 51 (200+), Peter Lukas - 55, Simon Fairchild - 83 (300+), Gerard “Gerry” Keay - 30, Michael Shelley - 32, Alfred Grifter - Unknown, Adelard Dekker - 48, Nikola Orsinov - 30ish (100+), Annabelle Cane - 34 (Unknown), Trevor Herbert - 47, Agnes Montague - 25ish (60+), Jude Perry - 35, Jared Hopworth - 29, The Admiral - 10.

The “good” parents all keep trying to set up some kind of PTA meeting so they can actually talk about how to raise these supernatural kids properly, but it keeps going horribly wrong; last time they tried, Alfred Grifter and his band showed up and nearly made Simon go deaf, so no one wants to initiate the next attempt at a meeting.

Tbh, at this point the Fear rituals are more successful than Elias’s shitty attempts at forming a PTA.

At some point in the AU Gerry, Michael, and Trevor all pitch in to buy a decently big house together, which leads to some serious Shenanigans now that Melanie is around Michael and Trevor’s kids/wards... let’s just say there’s gonna be a lot of knife related accidents.

Gerry taught Melanie how to fight when he took her in and it is the single worst decision he’s ever made in his short, goth life, even if he’ll never admit it. Melanie can now beat the shit out of everyone but Julia and Daisy, and it’s pure chaos every time. Tim puts up a decent fight, but he’s been spoiled on easy wins over his brother all his life. Jon tries and fails to so much as push her. Martin runs away crying before Melanie even throws the first punch. Needless to say, the other kids are very cautious about playing with Melanie now.

None of the kids have an education of any kind except for Mike. I’m serious; the only kid who’s decently educated is being raised by Foxy Grandpa Off His Shits McGee! Julia and Daisy have had some public education but not much, Elias refuses to do anything but home-school Jon yet he sucks shit at math, Tim and Danny don’t even know what a school fucking looks like, Melanie and Jane were too young to go to school when they became avatars, Martin has only recently been allowed near other kids so fuck public school (Peter can do math but Nothing Else), Annabelle fucking forgot to give Sasha any kind of an education outside of Web stuff, and Helen is still a very small child. None of these kids have gone to school for more than a few years at most and dear g-d is that gonna suck for them later down the line.

As a result of this, Basira has taught the other kids a few things when she’s come over and insisted on playing “school” with everyone, but she’s still just a kid and can’t always get them to pay attention during her lessons.

Because of this Rosie, Gerry, Michael, and Gertrude have all started making an effort to more or less home-school all of the kids, which has gone... well enough, I suppose. However, things have recently taken a weird turn since Jon keeps giving everyone the answers to assignments/tests via telepathy.

Jon: Whoa, you can make tea all by yourself, Martin!? Martin: Yeah, I’ve been doing it by myself since I was a toddler. I can also do laundry, mop floors, vacuum, and cook a few things, too! Tim: Wow, that’s really cool, Martin! I wish I could do stuff like that. Gertrude, off to the side: *Gives Peter a horrified look* I’m sorry, but did Martin just say he’s been making tea on his own since he was a toddler? Peter:  ╮(╯ _╰ )╭  Unfortunately, I’m severely depressed.

Yeeeeeeeah, Martin’s in a similar childhood situation to his canon one, but at least there are people actually willing to help him out of it in this universe. Also, Peter will clean himself up at some point here, he’s just still dealing with more or less disowning himself from his family and learning hoe to not be so lonely.

Speaking Of Which, the Lukas family are pretty big antagonists in this AU, primarily through Peter’s mother (I’ll come up with a name for her later if I can’t find it on the wiki), who is trying to kidnap Martin and more or less feed him to the Lonely so Peter will get over his “childish feelings” and return to being her favorite child.

And yes, she DOES accidentally kidnap Jon instead at some point... this kid can literally not avoid getting kidnapped.

I like to think Mike and Julia are really good friends in this AU, being the closest in age and all. They hang out a lot since their dads are both so chill and won’t get upset about it, the two of them mostly just playing video games, watching movies, and biking around their respective neighborhoods together.

(Also they may or may not be responsible for a statement that involves a woman seeing a “flying wolf” passing over London... they’ve yet to confess to it, but Elias is dead certain they’re behind the incident.)

The worms incident is 100% Jane’s secret worm collection getting fucking loose... she was keeping them in the walls “for safe keeping” and No One Fucking Knew, not even Elias, until Jon saw a spider, punched the wall, and Revealed them.

Jon and Tim got their scars because Jane lost control of the worms and they burrowed into the kids. Cue a very panicked 999 call from someone in the institute and Child Services almost getting involved, but Elias managed to cover it up.

Afterwards, Jon is incredibly self-conscious about his worm scars, but Martin tells him “now we both have freckles!” and it honestly makes him feel a little better about the whole thing.

Also Adelard makes an effort to track down a child psychologist/counselor with institute ties so he can get Jane some therapy/help controlling her powers. He loves her to the moon and back, and he’s terrified of her getting traumatized by what she accidentally did.

During the incident, a Notthem gets loose from Artifact Storage and attacks Sasha, but seeing as Sasha is of the Web and the Notthem is connected to a Web artifact, it only manages to really hurt her, but thankfully not kill her. She ends up hospitalized for a few weeks, but comes out fine later on. The table mysteriously disappears afterwards, and no one knows if it was Gertrude or Annabelle’s doing, but either way, the kids never have to deal with a Notthem again.

At some point I wanna get into Jon’s paranoia in season 2 for this AU, but I’m considering changing it from being because of the Jane Prentiss issue to be because of Mr. Spider almost killing him. I dunno how exactly it’ll play out, but I think it has a lot of potential!

Okay, before I end this post full of weird rambling ideas for the AU, I wanna make a list of the powers that the kids have at the time of the story “starting”/the ones they develop down the line because Jonny Sims himself said that all avatars have different powers, and I really wanna infodump on my thoughts for the kids!

Current powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Can simply know things whenever he wants to (so long as the Eye lets him, but the Eye sometimes keeps him from knowing anything he isn’t mature enough to handle), can compel people to tell him things (the other kids are better at resisting it, and so are other people touched by the Eye), can survive on very little food if he’s fed mostly statements/other people’s trauma, can non-consensually feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has some weak telepathy powers, and he can subconsciously summon tape recorders.

Future powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Increased healing abilities, can know most anything if he tries, ability to resist other Eye avatars’ compulsions, can survive purely off of statements/other people’s trauma, can choose whether or not to feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has much stronger telepathy powers than before, can force himself into people’s minds and read their thoughts, and he can summon tape recorders at will (though some still show up without his knowledge sometimes).

Current powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can disappear into the Fog for several hours at a time (he cannot be seen by anyone but other Lonely avatars while in the fog), can summon clouds of fog that he can momentarily hide things in (including people), can “banish” most anyone into the fog, and has “Sea Captain Eyes” (he knows where the Tundra is at all times, and can lead someone to it without a map or compass).

Future powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can change his hair color at will (only to red, white, and a mix of the two colors), can see much better in the Fog and can find anyone he’s pushed into it, can more or less teleport using the Fog, and he has what’s more or less a pocket dimension of fog for storage/hiding his friends from danger (think the inside of Gems in Steven Universe).

Current powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Can make small bipedal toys “come to life” for a few minutes at a time (they can’t talk or communicate; only move around and perform small tasks/dances), can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them.

Future powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Better control over the powers he already has as well as a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can order around creatures of the Stranger against their will, can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can change his voice to anything he likes (not always intentionally, though).

Future powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can more or less “teleport” to other circus locations by walking into theaters, can now change his voice to whatever he likes with his knowledge and consent, can take over as the Stranger’s ringmaster if necessary, can trigger a mesmerizing dance whenever he’d like, and has a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can communicate with spiders and have them send messages to other Web avatars, can read minds if she tries really hard, can “trap“ other entities in large webs that she can summon (takes a lot of energy), and she has Spider-Man-like abilities (can walk on walls and ceilings, can carry much more than her weight should allow, etc).

Future powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can now read minds without too much effort, can navigate almost any area that’s being controlled/influenced by the Web, can create webs without nearly as much effort as before, can transform her body to have more arms, legs, and eyes, and she now has venomous fangs (which can thankfully be controlled and/or hidden).

Current powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, and has supernatural senses/physical abilities.

Future powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can now track most any monster she’s hunting once she gets at least one good look at them, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and can navigate the Buried if needed (though this is very triggering for her and will cause her to pass out afterwards).

Current powers of Julia Montauk: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, has supernatural senses/physical abilities, can track most any monster if she knows their name, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and she can shift into a bipedal werewolf when she feels like she’s in danger.

Future powers of Julia Montauk: All of her previous powers have drastically improved, plus she has better control of them now.

Current powers of Basira Hussain: She has common fucking sense, something almost none of the other children have.

Future powers of Basira Hussain: She common sense AND she has a werewolf GF now. :) ((No dating for the babies, not until they’re at least teenagers))

Current powers of Melanie King-Grifter: Can listen to Grifter’s Bone without being damaged in any way, the music of Grifter’s Bone makes her powers exemplified for a period of time after she listens to it, the smell of blood triggers her to become violent, she can summon sharp weapons (knives, swords, etc) from thin air, and she can see a red aura around other people who have been marked by the Slaughter.

Future powers of Melanie King-Grifter: She has much better control of her abilities now, she can perform Grifter’s Bone songs for people and keep them from dying/going feral, and she can now also summon other weapons from thin air (guns, baseball bats, etc).

Current powers of Oliver Banks: Can see people’s deaths a week in advance via his dreams, he sees dark tentacles around people who are going to die soon, can see but not talk to ghosts, and he can smell death on anyone who’s undead/controlling other people’s bodies.

Future powers of Oliver Banks: Can raise the dead and control them to do his bidding (takes a lot of energy), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral related), and he can cause people to die within the week if he touches them in his dreams.

Current powers of Georgie Barker: Can see a “death countdown” over people who are going to die within the next thirty days, doesn’t feel any fear whatsoever, can see but not talk to ghosts, and she sees a dark sludge staining the clothes of people who have been marked by the End.

Future powers of Georgie Barker: Can bring people back to life for a minute or so by touching them (think Pushing Daisies type powers), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral is best cat dad), and she can communicate with ghosts much better now.

Current powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can summon bugs of most kinds from her mouth and under her fingernails, can communicate with bugs, and can fight off most diseases without any trouble.

Future powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can now completely control bugs via a hive mind effect, can summon bugs from anywhere on her body, has much stronger healing abilities than Jon, and she can see invisible bugs crawling on the skin of those who the Corruption wants her to get rid of (it’s hard for her not to give in to it’s desires).

Current powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Can levitate/fly at will, can summon clouds of any kind (rain, thunder, snow, etc) in any conditions, has much higher resistance to the weather/temperature, and he can “banish” people into the Vast at will.

Future powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Same as before, but with slightly better control than he had as a teenager.

Current powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can change the world around her to be more like the Spiral (adding more doors, changing the colors of things, causing hallucinations, etc), can change any door into a doorway into the Spiral, and she can amplify her voice (very hard to control as a baby).

Future powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can now summon doors that lead to the Spiral from thin air, has much better control over her powers and abilities than before, can morph her body to be longer and sharper at will, and she can “banish” people into the endless hallways of the Spiral.

((Holy shit, that took awhile))

Anyways, here’s a playlist I made for the AU, feel free to scream at me for my very weird taste in music: Pinky Swear That You Won’t Go Changing

[chayacat]

Devil’s Sweet Star (46)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

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He couldn't believe he had come to this point. He didn't want to believe it actually. And yet... it’s very real. If one day he had been told that he would use spiritualism to deal with his problems, Danny would have laughed everything he could. Then he would have mocked the fools who believe in it. Unfortunately for him, you believe in it. And he can't really make fun of it. He wants to keep his arms. The day was still under stress and waiting for Melina to arrive, to finally free you from all this. But Danny is not enthusiastic about the idea. But he hides it, to please you.

Melina had arrived early that evening, with two boxes containing all her grandmother's mystical objects. The sooner she comes, the sooner the problem will be solved. That's what she told him on the phone, 1 hour ago. And knowing Melina, Danny suspects that the accelerator must have suffered. He took one of the boxes and went up to the apartment where you were making coffee. Melina arrived with the second box in hand, which she gently placed on the ground.

“Are you sure what you're doing? You didn't need so many objects.” said Danny, sighing.  

“Jed. We don’t joke with the spirits! especially evil spirits! I gathered all the objects that Grandma used to chase away negative entities. there is one that will correspond to what we need against those who want you harm!” responds Melina, crossing her arms.  

“Because in addition you don’t know what these objects do? it's going to take the whole night!”  

“I did as fast as I could Jed... I didn't have time to look in detail at the properties of each object. But all 3, we will go much faster.”

“Do you think it's going to work?” you ask, giving Danny and Melina a cup of coffee.  

“The only way to find out is to try. But in your interest, it’s better that it works. As I said, we don’t joke with evil spirits. And who knows what these things might do in the near future.”  

In their interests. But Danny already knows the result. He knows very well that it’s a waste of time and you no longer risk anything. But if it can reassure you, then he is ready to let spiritism do its magic at home. Hoping that it doesn’t encroach on his business. And the sooner you are reassured, the sooner he can return to kill poor "innocents" at night. Even if at the moment, the offenders are discreet in Roseville. And they’re few.

Melina began to open the boxes and search throughout this bazaar for the objects that will be most useful in your situation. Candles, amulets, crosses, salt, holy water, a Ouija... All the necessary of spiritism and ghost hunting was in these boxes. It's a real shop. Danny never had the opportunity to meet this woman, the poor one having died, but one thing is certain, she was a believer to the end. You help Melina to search and Danny, in front of this, had to resolve to do the same. If it's not unfortunate...

“Guide to spiritism for newcomers: learn to master and use one's celestial power safely. Are there really people reading this stuff? I thought it's innate and that it was mastered with experience.” said Danny, showing the book at you and Melina.  

“It is. But sometimes, it’s...hard to control, to not cross the border. Once my grandma explained to me what happened to one of her friends who, like her, have this kind of gift, crossed the borders between us and spirits world. She was not the same at all. She was... as if she had been drained of all energy, a real zombie. No doctor, not even the greatest specialists could determine where this could come from. But my grandma, she knew that her friend had crossed the point of no return and a few months later... she died in her bed. My grandma was always paying attention since that day.” responds Melina.  

“Frightening...” you said worried.  

“Isn't it? I would need this book. Thank you for finding it, Jed.”

“A protective amulet? Has it already worked?”

“More than once! It was my grandmother's lucky charm. She always used it as a last resort when other objects did nothing. We will be able to use it too, with salt.” replied Melina.  

Danny sighs before looking away. What not to hear... Melina prepared the table and put the book there, which she opened, flipping through the pages one by one carefully so as not to miss anything. She has to make sure that everything goes well, for her as for both of you. Danny glanced at you, seeing your little worried but adorable face. It reminded him of the first time you met Ghostface. The same face that in the end, convinced him not to kill you. In addition to your temper.

“Oh, come on. Are you going to walk away now?” said Jed in Danny’s mind.  

“Shut up.” Danny simply responds.

“Imagine that it works. And let this thing not come back. You'll have to believe that all this isn't just a big joke for profit.”

“And if it doesn't work, I'm going to beat myself up and all this mess to go down to the car...”

“Danny, you saw this thing just like me and (Y/N). You can't deny the existence of this thing, whatever it is. And obviously it wants to use you to feed her. The question is how. And personally, unless you're a sadomasochist, I don't think you want to know, and live it.

“Yeah yeah. We’ll see if it works.”

Jed sighed before disappearing. Danny looked at you and Melina again, both of you reading the book to ward off evil spirits. If this stupid stuff really works, he promises to go to church at least once a month. What? it's already better than nothing! don't ask too much of him either... Melina, while following the instructions, installed all the equipment around the apartment. Then she invited Danny to join you in a salt circle that she had drawn following the pattern that was written on the book. She had drawn one for her moving a little away from the two of you.

“Whatever happens, don’t move. You will be safe in it.” said Melina.  

“If you say so...” responds Danny not really convinced.

“OK... To the spirits that haunt this couple, I ask you to leave them alone. Let them live in peace and go back to where you came from. They didn't do anything to you.”  

A heavy silence was made in the room. No noise. Danny looked everywhere but saw nothing, no mist, no voice, no giant spider legs. The flat calm. He almost wanted to leave the circle to turn the light back on and stop all this circus, but when the idea crossed his mind... he heard them. Voices. And you too visibly. He turned his head in the direction of the voices, and noticed that the door of the bedroom was smoking... this thick mist... yes, it's them.

“Melina...it’s there...we see them! Our bedroom door is surrounded by a black and thick mist.” you said.  

“Okay. Don’t move. Stay in the circle! Nothing can happen to you inside.” she responds. “Who are you? Why are you attacking them? And what do you want from them?”

“You will not be able to escape us. Sooner or later, you will come with us. You will soothe our hunger. And you Danny will help us.” said the voice.  

“It... wants to take us. It says we have to feed him.” said Danny calmly.  

“Why?” asks Melina.  

“If only I know.”  

Suddenly, as in the café, the door opened on a black mist. The spider legs came out slowly and gradually advanced towards the group. Danny felt that you were sticking more strongly to him. He also felt that you were shaking. By pure instinct, he made you step back to put himself in front of you. If he could grab one of the knives in the kitchen...

“Go away! leave them alone!” replied Melina looking at the opened door.  

“Pathetic creature. your little toys won't do anything to us. Now Danny... it's time for both of you to join us.” Said the voice again.  

One of the paws rushed at the two of you in one fell swoop, grabbing Danny in the leg, causing him to fall to the ground. Then it began to bring him back to her, while Melina desperately tried to pull him out to free him. So, she could see it? Or she had to feel it and the thing had to appear to her like a shadow.

As he gradually felt the mist take hold of him, your voice brought Danny back to his senses. And when he turned his gaze to you, he saw you throw a knife at him. That's exactly what he needed. He grabbed the knife, got up and planted it in the paw of the thing which, in a shrill scream, let go of him as it returned in the mist, still wounding Danny in the leg in the process. Melina pulled him back and observed the foggy door which gradually became thicker.  

The paws tried again to catch Danny but this time it was you who took the initiative to attack. Armed with a chopper, you cut off one of the legs which will make a new scream of the thing. No one had time to do anything that you find yourself throwing against the wall of the living room. Then the other paws came out, recovered the severed paw and left in the mist that disappeared as mysteriously as it had arrived.

“Holy shit...What the f*ck was that?” asks Melina shocked, helping you to get up.  

“I... I don’t know. But one thing is sure...it’s scary.” you respond, shaking a little.  

“Yeah...I don’t see it, but I believe you. Are you okay Jed? Nothing broken?”  

“No. I’m fine.” Danny simply responds.  

2 hours later, the three of you were sitting on the couch, a cup of coffee in hand. Danny had bandaged his leg and avoided moving it too much, the pain still being present. He couldn't forget that strange feeling that the mist had made him feel... As if she had tried to take possession of him. For a moment he felt himself and Jed leaving. It was a... disagreeable sensation.

“What do we do now?” you ask, breaking the silence.  

“I don't know. This thing... whatever it is, is much stronger than I thought. It’s not an ordinary spirit; it’s an entity that’s very powerful. And whatever we do, it will be useless. I don't know what she wants from you but... you're going to have to deal with it. And pray that one day she will leave you in peace.” said Melina worried.  

“It will never leave us alone.” starts Danny with dark eyes. “This thing will never leave us alone wherever we are. She will haunt us down until she gets what she wants: us. Why...that’s the question.”  

And he's right. You can run away as much as you want and can, it will always find you. Like a parasite it’s related to both of you, and sooner or later it will have you. How, why and when, that the question. You must enjoy the days to come from now on. Only God alone knows if it will ever be an ordinary day...  

Or your last day on Earth.

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(The last chapters are just as hard to write as the first, fortunately the weekends serve me a little to set up the ideas I want to implement XD As I told you, once DSS is finished, I think I will take one or two weeks of rest before starting the fanfic on RE8 which I think will be more or less long,  depending on the direction it will take! so if during these 1 or 2 weeks you have questions or if you want to know more about the poor potato that I am, do not hesitate! I'm always available! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the other ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya! )

[greyfongschemmenti]

In These Arms | Chapter 9: Conflict Resolution

Summary:

After Lin and Su's fight there is hope of some resolution.

The fire crackles as you poke the wood to keep it going “So want to explain to us what we’re doing here?” Bolin asks as he huddles close to Opal rubbing his arms. “I told you to wear a sweater, Bolin” Mako looks at his brother and shakes his head “I didn’t think it would get this cold at night”.

“Here you can share this blanket with me” Opal offers, and Bolin looks at her with heart eyes and blushes a bit “Thanks”.

“Alright, so it’s come to my attention that you all want to know about me?” you speak up as you stand, and earthbend a column to use as a stool for you to sit on, overlooking the rest of the group.  

“I think the only one that knows you well is Asami” Mako points over at her and she looks over from beside Korra “Yeah, but even then maybe I don’t know everything?” She looks unsure.  

“Oh! I know! You come from a gang of pirates?” Bolin asks,

“No Bolin” you look annoyed

“Are you Su’s long lost daughter?!”

“Yes” you deadpan and Bolin’s jaw drops before you scoff “Bolin, no! That makes no sense.” you turn to him as Opal playfully taps him on the shoulder.

“Just like you and Mako. I am from Ba Sing Se, the lower ring to be exact. I had a waterbender mom from the Southern Water Tribe, and an earthbender dad. So then there’s me, an awesome earth and metal bender, my sister who is a waterbending healer who works with Master Katara—”

“That’s who you were talking to at the healing hut!” Korra interrupts and Asami puts her hand on her arm to stop her “Shhhh let her finish” Korra quiets down.

“Yes, that’s who I was talking to. Couldn’t really introduce you guys to her considering we were worried about Jinora and about to fight UnaVaatu”

“Yeah…” everyone relents in unison thinking back to that event - Opal looks confused and Bolin starts explaining the whole Harmonic Convergence fight to her but it’s just confusing her more and you keep on telling your story “Anyways, I also have a firebending sister who works for the Fire Nation government as an architect”.

“Wait… earthbender, waterbender, and firebender? Why did your parents stop? They might have made an airbender” Bolin comments and gets nudged by both Korra and Mako as you all laugh “I don’t think so” you finish laughing.

“So what happened after?” Asami looks up at you and your eyes sadden. You explain the story of your parents’ demise and your decision to leave the place you once called home. “Traveled the world, met many interesting characters along the way. Spent a summer in a sand bending commune. “

“Mom did that!” Opal commented and you nod smiling “Yeah, we bonded over that. Though I did not join a circus like she did. I’ve never been a fan of watching animals do tricks for money. Let alone work alongside that”

“I get that. I rescued Pabu from becoming pythonaconda food—” Bolin looks down sad as Pabu curls up on Bolin’s lap

“Um, you mean when I rescued you and Pabu from that pythonaconda” Mako corrected his brother,

“Right” Bolin smiles sheepishly.

“Ok keep going” Asami helps you keep telling the story through all the interruptions and you thank her, “After traveling the world for a couple of years, I found myself in Republic City where I found a nice elderly lady who took me in until I met Asami at a market after she broke my clock”.

“Hey that was by accident!” Asami interjects and you laugh “Yeah yeah, you say so…but since then Asami and I became friends and soon Asami welcomed me into her home and offered me a place to stay. Hiroshi gave me a job after I’d share some concept art ideas on his satomobile and racers. After my contract was done I wanted to keep adventuring, so I left Future Industries after hearing about Zaofu”.

“You left a good job and stable income for an unknown adventure?!” Mako look at you in disbelief

“Yeah, I had some savings at that point. Money isn’t something I take for granted, it obviously helps with feeding and clothing yourself. A roof over your head, but when you’re on your deathbed are you going to lay there feeling grateful you had a job or think back on the awesome moments you had in your life? The crazy adventures you took around the world?” you look at him and Mako stays quiet looking away.

“Yeah bro, no one wants stability. We had a crazy life, living on the streets, becoming pro-benders, me a mover star, you a cop” he puts his arm around his brother as Mako shrugs him off “Detective”,

“Yeah, specifics sorry detective .” He puts his hands up in the air as he fake bows to Mako

The girls laugh quietly as you keep going “I found a host family in Zaofu for the first year, then I met little Wei and Wing out in the market with Su. They must’ve been like 6 or 8 at the time and I was 18-19, they were playing around with this metal ball. I think it was Wing who threw the ball too far and it landed beside my foot while I was sketching, and I passed it back to him. Wei came soon after and made some silly remark about my drawing and said that their older brother, Huan, draws too. They asked if I wanted to play, and told them I didn’t metalbend. Before long they were tugging me along to meet Su at the farmer’s market and the rest is history” you looked at Opal and smiled as she laughed reminiscing, “Oh man, when Wei, Wing, and mom came home that day the twins were jumping up and down as if mom had brought home a pet. We were all surprised to find you standing there nervously in the foyer” she laughed, and you joined her “I didn’t know any of you. I just met two twin boys and next thing I know I’m being offered dinner at this massive house”,

“Anyway, after about a year or two of living in Zaofu, Su offered to teach me everything she knew about metalbending and even some earthbending tricks—I think I picked up a bit on the whole seismic sense thing —” you lean over at Opal and gave her a wink “But it’s not perfect. It needs some work…anyways I was visiting the house daily at that point, so Su and Baatar Sr pulled me aside and offered me a place to stay. Once I got the hang of metalbending I applied for the security force with Kuvira.”

“Kuvira?” Team Avatar questions and you and Opal share a look “Yeah she’s another kid that stays here in the Beifong mansion. She likes to keep to herself… focused on the security force, the dance troupe. You’ve probably seen her around. She’s Opal’s adopted sister” you point at Opal as the rest of the group looks over at her.

“How come we didn’t see her when we first arrived?” Asami asked,

“Or at dinner?” Korra chimed in “Or breakfast?” Bolin added to the list of questions. Opal shrugs and “Like y/n said. Kuvira tends to stay to herself. She’s dedicated to the security force so she’s up before any of us are and eats breakfast really early and doesn’t come home until late.”

Everyone pauses to take in this new branch of the family tree.

“That’s Kuvira…. But after being on the Zaofu guard. I decided to venture on into greener pastures and wanted to come back to the Republic.” You smile

“Yeah, but you left after your birthday” Opal frowns “New me, new life” you plainly stated even though there was more to the reason why you left. “I wasn’t leaving because I didn’t like Zaofu anymore. I just felt a new change of pace”.

“What, that you weren’t done growing as a person?” Opal asked.

“Precisely” you nod and smile as you remember back to your last conversation with the airbender,

“As fate would have it I joined the police force, then surprisingly during that same week a certain Avatar came in causing mayhem in the city. Since then it’s been ups and downs and full of crazy adventures, and here we are now. That’s my story”.

“Wow” Korra looks out to the fire.

“Are you sure you’re 28?” Bolin raises an eyebrow,

“Yeah you sound like Bumi” Asami comments,

“…or even Kya,” Korra adds onto Asami’s comment.

You laugh before stopping abruptly and look at them with a serious face “I’m actually 49”.

They all drop their jaws “No way!?” only Mako seems to look past your attempt “She’s joking” and you burst out laughing “You’re no fun Mako, but yes I’m 28”.

The rest of the group continues on joking and talking around the fire as Su walks up and grabs your attention. “I’ll be back” you politely dismiss yourself from the group and head over to Su “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s been about 8 hours, figured we should go do the thing”,

“You were serious?!” you look at Su surprised.

“Of course I am. We fight, we make up. This is all part of the healing process, right? Come on help me. Lin is heavy” Su huffs as she starts walking away.

You sigh and shake your head wondering if this is a good idea, but you jog up behind her and head to Lin’s room. You help Su undress Lin and as she lifts her tank up your body starts to fill with fear as you realize that Su is going to see the love marks on her older sister’s body. Just focus on taking her shoes off while Su undresses her. You start working the boots off of Lin when you hear Su start to speak

“Gosh she has so many bruises…” she comments, putting the clothes aside on the bed and you blush a little, not looking over “Most likely from the fight… I’ll go get a towel to wrap her around” you lift her up together and carry her over to the tub so Su can wash her. You ask Su “Is it really necessary for me to stay? I can just wait out into the living area”  Su insists “Yes, i can’t lift her, what if i need help?”. You sigh then nod as you continue looking out the door while stealing glances of the two sisters.

“Some of these bruises look days old...”

You bite your lip and turn your face away - “She has a dangerous job. Fighting with triads and criminals trying to run from the scene, bruises are an everyday occurrence.”

“Didn’t realize hickies were an everyday occurrence in that dangerous job” Su smirks. You gulp “Huh...well would you look at that” you grin “I guess you were wrong about Lin being alone” you quipped,

“Wonder who it is”

“Only the spirits know.” you shrug as you rest your chin on your knees looking away.

“She never mentioned anything?” Su keeps pressing and you roll your eyes,

“She never mentioned you. What makes you think she’ll mention the person responsible for those marks?”

A long silence settles in the room before Su starts to reminisce and talks softly -

“I remember when Lin would give me baths. Though I would be awake..” she comments while you sit on the counter facing away.

“What else do you remember about her?” You ask as you bring your knees up to your chest.

“Toph would be too busy at work so Lin would sometimes cook me meals when I came home from school or bring takeout. She helped me with my homework. One time when we were really little, we were playing around and I fell and scraped my knee. It was the first time I saw Lin that worried. She picked me up and carried me back to the house for Mom to bandage me up. Toph dismissed it and told us to be careful next time but Lin kept a close watch after that….” Su trails off and you hear quiet sobs coming from her and you turn to look before turning away again “I feel like I should give you some privacy” you start to scoot off the counter “Just call me when you’re ready to help her out” you say to her gently as you head out the bathroom to wait in the living area. After half an hour you hear Su’s voice calling out to you and you rush over “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m done. Help me get her out the tub so I can dry her” you walk over and grab the same towel you used before and carefully pick her up. Carrying her over to the bed, Su dries Lin’s body while you get some clothes provided by the Zaofu dresser and you help her put them on Lin.

“You don’t seem a bit disgusted to see Lin” Su remarks as you finish putting a sleeve on Lin’s arm “Like you said, we all have the same body parts. I had to do my share of dressing my sisters”.

“When they were older?’

“The last time was when I was 24 - when I went to visit my sister. She actually saw me naked. Hypothermia remember?” you smirk as you step back.

“Ah yes, I remember that story. You came back slightly under the weather” she laughed.

“Alright well she should be more comfortable now. Best to let her sleep for the rest of the night” Su turns to you and you grab the towels and set them in a hamper “Good idea” Su stops you and you look at her confused “You care for Lin, don’t you?”

“Yeah, of course…. since working together at the force we’ve developed a certain level of trust and a friendship of sorts. It’s kind of what happens when you’re off catching bad guys” you rub the back of your neck as a slight blush appears on your cheek.

“Are you feeling okay?” Su puts away Lin’s tank and sweats up as she looks at you

“Yeah, I think I’m just feeling tired…I should head to bed” you fake a yawn and start to head out.

“I see the way you look at her.... “ Su talks and you stop right at the door frame looking ahead as your eyes widen while she continues talking “...The way you rushed to her side when she fainted. Your eyes were full of concern and you refused anyone’s help to carry her. The way you spoke about her earlier….sounds like someone has a crush on my sister.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Su” you scoff and shake your head as you rub the back of your neck taking another step forward as Su walks after you putting a hand on your shoulder turning you around “You don’t think I caught on your little ticks? The way you rub your neck when you’re worried or nervous?” She purses her lips as she folds her arms “There’s something more between the two of you than you’re letting on, isn’t there. She’s more than 20 years older than you?”

“Her age means nothing to me, Su.” you walk backwards out of the bedroom away from Lin to let her rest “...Iris is 5 years older than me. If anything, her being older is a plus.” blurt out then bite your tongue trying to quiet down “shit” you mutter under your breath as you hang your head low as you run your hand to the back of your head. You keep your face turned from Su as your body tenses up. “You didn’t answer the question, y/n… are you and Lin more than friends?” Your throat closes up as you try to find a way to divert this conversation while you grip onto the armchair. Your cover is blown, “I--” your eyes well up as the worry you have on Lin starts to surface then you finally breathe out “...yes”. You turn to face Su “There’s something more, but that’s all I’m going to say. I’d rather keep whatever privacy we have left. For Lin’s sake and mine, private.”

“So those marks are...yours I presume?” Su fold her arms as she looks at you

“You really want to know?” you raise a brow as you can’t help but let out a laugh

“No, don’t answer that. As much as I love my sister. Her sex life isn’t one I would like to know about. Treat her right”

You smirk and chuckle a bit before getting serious “I care about your sister, Su. A lot. I would never hurt or quit on her.” you look over at Lin and your eyes soften, then you turn to look at Su with a determined face. “Lin is strong and more than capable of defending herself, but I have no problem stepping in on her behalf when necessary.”

“I know you will. My sister deserves some good in her life…. Thanks again, y/n, at least Lin has you in the city” she gives you a smile and you smile back “Yeah, I guess you’re right. No problem, that’s what family is for, right?” you close your mouth then open back up as you think of something “As much as I know you would love to rub it in Lin’s face. Please don’t mention any of this to Lin…. unless you want to lose her. Please, I can’t stress this enough for Raava sake please just wait until she tells you herself.”

“Well I can poke her about it. Get some kind of ruse out of her” Su smirks and you roll your eyes “Always gotta tease her, don't you?” you smirk back before shaking your head. “Alright I should get ready for bed. Both of us do”

*

After an hour or so you sneak back into Lin’s room and crawl in bed to lay beside her. She’s still sleeping deeply, just how you and Su left her and you watch her until you doze off. Sometime in the middle of the night Lin stirs and wakes up “What…where am I?” she looks around and notices you next to her, she shakes your shoulder - “Hmm…Lin?” you wake up and rub your eyes “You’re awake” you sit up as Lin looks around the room then down at her new clothes “What time is it?”

“Um, I don’t know it’s probably sometime in the early morning. Maybe two? You’ve been asleep for about 9 hours now” You squint looking out the window before glancing back at her. “What the flameo am I wearing” she tugs on her collar and you laugh softly as you wrap your arms around her and close your eyes “It’s the Zaofu robes. Su put them on you” you murmur as you doze off,

“Su?!” she looks down and shakes you awake again you groan out “baby….yes, Su''

“How?” she pressures you to keep talking

you open your eyes and try to wake up, sitting up beside her “Uh…well…after you fainted I brought you back to your room. I had to tell Su about your session, so she called the acupuncturist to find out what caused your fainting spell. Said he’s never had a case where someone’s chi was so ‘powerfully blocked’ - his words” you smile as you lean your head back on the headboard. “He mentioned he told you to take it easy and rest but in true Beifong fashion you decided to fight Su instead. You overworked your already tired body and when you sparred you drained your energy even more which caused your current state. I was so worried…” you turn your face to look at her as you pout lacing your hand with hers.

Lin was looking down then looked over at you “Ok…but how does that explain the clothes?”

You bite your lip to hide your smile “All of that and you’re stuck on the robes” you laugh, then sigh rubbing your face before continuing on “We let you rest for a while before Su asked me to help her give you a bath”

“What?! You and Su bathed me?”

“No…. Su bathed you, I just helped undress you. I’ve at least had experience in that department” you chuckle, and Lin smacks your chest “Lin!” you rubbed your chest pretending to wince “It was either me or Opal to help your sister. Considering your last interaction with your niece it was better not to scar the poor girl.”

“You’re right”

“Yeah… while Su was bathing you she…”

“What, she did something to me, didn’t she. That little brat” Lin starts checking herself around for any marks

“No, no. She was talking about all the stuff you did for her when you two were younger. You bathing her, helping her with her homework, the first time Su scraped her knee and you got worried.”

“I wasn’t worried” she rebuffed

“Really, it seemed to me you got scared and carried your little sister all the way home all for a scraped knee. It was sweet, you’re a good caring sister” you smile.

“Su let you stay here?” Lin seems to still be disoriented as you shake your head yawning

“No, I snuck in after everyone went to bed” you yawned again .

“You say it’s two in the morning?”  

“Yeah, so sleep?” you scoot down and lay back down on the bed and Lin lays back down as well, wrapping her arms around you.

“Did I really worry you?” she whispers, and you nod “I was. we all were, especially Opal and the twins, We’ve all taken turns checking up on you. Despite the initial introduction, your niece and nephews sure do care about their Aunt Lin…but I’m glad you’re awake. You’re feeling better?” you whisper to her as you stroke the hand that’s resting on your middle,

“Kind of, I still feel out of it” she murmurs against your shoulder while her thumbs stroke your stomach.

“Let’s sleep then, and if you’re not feeling the robe you’re more than welcome to... take it off…” You smirk, rubbing your legs against hers. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she smirks whispering in your ear as you bite your lip “Whatever makes you comfortable, baby” you turn half your body over to her and she props herself up over you, rubbing your waist and looking into your eyes before leaning down and kissing your lips. Lin arches your back, running her hand up and down your side as you cup her cheek deepening the kiss. She runs her hand down your side as then slides it up your shirt brushing her hand on your bare skin “Take this off” she growls against your lips. You pull the tank top off without question, tossing it aside. You remember Lin’s current state and pull back a bit “Wait…are you sure?” looking into her eyes as you stroke her cheek gently with your thumb as Lin nods “Yes, I want to feel good after what happened” she softly speaks as you nod understanding then lean in to kiss her,  gently biting her lip. Lin groans as you pull on her lip before she tugs back and plants kisses down your body - leaving love bites on your chest and abdomen while her hand wanders down between your legs causing you to moan and grip the sheets. Lin’s mouth works down your body before she groans out softly in pain, “Lin?”

“I’m fine, dear” Lin carries on but sucks air through her teeth and leans up getting aggravated at herself “Fuck”,

“It’s okay, we can stop” you sit up and watch Lin refuse as she crawls beside you “No, I want to keep going”.

You look at her and notice how upset she’s getting, so you lean over and kiss her cheek, “Okay, let me take control then” you whisper as you grab onto Lin’s waist lifting her robe up while you lay her down onto the bed, getting between her legs. Your lips move down her jaw then to her neck before trailing up behind her ear “Doctor’s orders say to make you comfortable. Let me take care of you tonight baby” you whisper in her ear as Lin bites her lip and nods. You tug on her robes “Can you take this off?” Lin grabs hold of the edge and pulls it off, tossing it aside before pulling your face close to hers and into a deep searing kiss. Her legs wrapping around your waist as you grip the back of her thigh then up her ass as you grind against her. You run your hand down along her body during the kiss as you curl your finger around the side of her panties, “can I take this off?” you whisper against her lips as she unwraps her legs and you slide them down her legs. You lightly brush your fingers along her inner thighs, Lin moaning affirmatively at your touches. Kissing down her body as she arches her back, your circle your tongue around her nipples and tug it between your teeth. Lin moans as she runs her fingers in your hair before you move down lower. Gently kissing biting on her abdomen and pelvis before moving her legs over your shoulders. your tongue slowly teases her sweet folds as she grips your hair and tugs on it causing you to move your lips to groan against her clit. The vibrations arousing her further as she moans arching her back more you. Moving back down and worked her picking up the pace as she pants "please, y/n".

you look up at her and notice Lin's eyes pleading to you as she closes her eyes tilting her head back "fuck". you lean up as you bring your body over hers as you reach her lips. Lin taking your lips eagerly keeping each other hips close grinding against one another "please" she mutters, y our fingers slide down and touch her core and you smile against her lips. You slowly kiss down her jaw then right under her neck, finding a sensitive spot as she lets another moan escape. You let a groan out against her neck then whisper affirmations of your love in her ear. Her hand slides up into your hair while the other grips on your ass while your two fingers work in and out of her core. Her hips roll against your fingers and she’s panting hard now as she twists her hands in your hair, biting your shoulder as she clings to your body muffling her moans “Don’t stop”. You keep stroking your fingers curling them inside her as your thumb circles her clit, causing her to tilt her head back sinking her nails into your neck as she reaches her climax. You were careful not to hurt Lin and gave her body your undivided attention. Once she cools down you slowly remove your fingers and look at her while you taste suck on them, "delicious" you smirk. Lin looks flushed as she catches her breath move beside her as you get out of bed to wash up. washing your hands and brushing your teeth before coming back to bed, laying beside Lin leaning over to give her three kisses.

“Sorry I couldn't reciprocate” Lin murmurs, holding you in her arms as she kisses your shoulder softly.

“It’s okay, love. You’re not fully recovered yet. It was still wonderful”,

“If you say so” Lin rests her face into your neck -

“It was. Every time with you is amazing” you look over your shoulder at her and give her a kiss. Turning back around, you rub the arm Lin has draped around your stomach. “You let out your feelings in that spar now you can start building something with your family. At least start with one and work from there.” you rub her arm and feel her voice mumbling against your neck “I don’t know…I-”

“-Don’t decide right now. Sleep on it, ok?”

Lin stays quiet and you bring her hand up to give it a kiss then stroke your thumb over her hand it soothes you and her to sleep, giving her head a kiss.

*

You squint your eyes as the sunlight comes peeking through the curtains, causing you to rub your eyes. Looking around the room you see Lin still knocked out asleep. Pulling the sheets up to cover her up a bit you kiss her lips as part of your morning routine and get up. Ruffling your hair, you start searching for your clothes, it was going to be a challenge with the mess of pillows, comforter, and clothes all over the floor. Whatever pieces you find, you start putting on and tidying up the room a bit. Once you find the rest you slip on your boots and set Lin’s robes beside her on the bed then kiss her forehead before slipping out her room and sneaking back into yours to get ready for breakfast.

“Morning y/n” Su welcomes you as you drink some mango juice “Morning, Su. How’d you sleep?”

“Well, all things considered. What about you?” She looks over while Chef sets down a plate in front of her and she thanks him. “Pretty good. After all the events yesterday it was no challenge to doze off” you smile as you eat some fruit. “Have you checked in on Lin?” you ask Su as she eats some of her breakfast, she shakes her head “No, I wanted to wait to see if she’ll wake up for breakfast. Did you?”

“No, I figured it would be best not to bother her if she was still resting.”

Slowly, Team Avatar and the rest of the Beifong family joins for breakfast and everyone enjoys the food while checking the door for any sign of Lin. Once breakfast was over everyone separated to go about their day.

“Hey y/n! I was wondering if you wanted to spar for a bit” Asami stops you as were heading out and you smile “Yeah, I could use a spar. You’re not going to try to kill me like Su and Lin yesterday, right?”

Asami laughed and shook her head “No, I won’t do that. I just feel like I need to keep up on my combat skills. Korra almost took me down even with all the protective gear and pads.” You laugh and walk Asami over to the pavilion “Wow okay, yeah sure come on. We can’t let Korra be the only tough girl”

           You and Asami face each other and you take your tunic off and set it on the steps as you both wrap your forearms and put on the gloves, getting into a fighting stance. “Are you ready?” you bring your fists up to your face as Asami does the same. “Oh yeah, give me your best shot, Cap” Asami smirks as you playfully glare at her before charging and taking the first swing. Asami easily dodges and knees your side causing you to groan out “Nice contact” you shake it off before getting back into position. Asami looks for any openings and takes a jab then tries for an uppercut. You bob and weave around her attacks before taking a jab at her hip and throwing your leg behind her, causing her to fall back on the ground. Asami groans and holds onto her back making you stop and rush over “Oh man, ‘Sami are you okay?” she shakes her hand “Help me up”,

“Yeah sure” you grab her hand and her pained looks quickly changes into a smirk as she grips your hand then grabs the edge of your pants and flips you over. Landing hard on your side and you groan out and  hold on your side letting out a pained out laugh “Nice, I should have known”.

“You always fall for it” Asami laughs and jumps back up and takes a couple swings at the air. You wipe your mouth as you push yourself up and get back into a fighting stance and launch at her.

“Woah, what’s going on?!” Korra rushes over and stands between the two of you putting her hands up on both your chests. You and Asami exchange confused glances “What?”.

“First Su and Lin and now you and Asami are fighting? What is up with this place?” Korra huffs while you and Asami laugh “We’re not fighting, Asami wanted to train so she asked me to spar with her” you explain to Korra and you notice her flush with embarrassment. “Oh…”

“Yeah, oh… I’d rather fix my problems with words not fists” you laugh as you pull the gloves off and shake your head.

“I can’t believe you thought we would fight each other, Korra” Asami laughs as she walks up to the Avatar,

“I did think it was weird to see you two fighting but after yesterday, anything is possible.” Korra rubs the back of her neck as she winces “Sorry”.

You smile and grab your tunic as you start to button it up “Don’t worry about it. Asami just wanted to train so she could help you better during your workouts” you mention as you tuck your tunic in your pants not noticing the slight blush appearing on Asami’s cheeks. “I just want to help Korra in any way I can,” she quickly explains her intentions to Korra.

“Oh…that’s nice of you, Asami” Korra smiles before changing the subject “So any sign of Beifong?” she looks at the both of you and she receives a “No” from both Asami and you.

“Haven’t seen her, she hasn’t made an appearance anywhere?” you ask Korra and she frowns getting concerned “No, maybe we should check up on her. It’s getting pretty late isn’t it? She’s been sleeping for like a whole day” she over exaggerates and you laugh “I think it’s only been like fifteen hours Korra”

“Still that’s a long time! Who sleeps that long?!” Korra sits down on the steps and rests her elbows on her lap.

“Chief has a stressful job, think of it like she’s sort of on a mini vacation. Catching up on years of missed sleep” You sit beside Korra and try cheer her up “Maybe, I should go check up on her”

“Sure if it’ll ease your worries…. But be prepared - I sure wouldn’t poke a sleeping dragon” you smile as you stand up and dust your pants off.

“You’re right…. You guys want to come with me?” Korra looks at the both of you

“Not putting myself in that situation.” Asami throws her hands up before sliding them in her back pockets as she walks away. “Ok, what about you, y/n?” you suck in the air through your teeth as you rub the back of your neck “Yeah, it’s best if I don’t… don’t want to get burned” you smirk before dragging out a sigh “Maybe I should ask Bolin and Mako…” she mutters and you laugh “Sure, go ahead and do that. Good luck Avatar” patting Korra’s shoulder before jogging after Asami “Hey wait up ‘Sami!”

*

“I’ll be right back, Asami. I’m gonna grab a snack” you jog inside the estate and enter the dining room. Luckily the fruit bowl was still there and you grabbed an apple. Bouncing it off your forearm you take a bite as you walk out of the dining room - almost running into Lin, “Hey you’re up!” You smile as you chew on the piece of fruit in your mouth. Lin looks the most relaxed you’ve ever seen and gives you a kiss “Good morning, honey. Mmm honey crisp?” she smiles brightly wiping the lipstick off your lips with her thumb then grabs your apple and takes a bite “Mmm so good” she moans and your jaw drops almost dropping the piece of fruit in your mouth. Watching her walk toward a chair taking another bite of your apple. You catch yourself and clear your throat with a blush appearing on your cheeks “Uh--yeah, I was just grabbing a snack—wait”. You pointed at the fruit bowl then out the door then just realized what happened. Lin moaned again, munching away hungrily, granted she hasn’t eaten in practically a day. She also kissed you in the middle of the dining room. In broad daylight.

“Y/n, you okay?” Lin’s voice even sounds softer and you just smile and nod while staring at her. “Yeah, all good. Just happy you’re up and about”.

“I know I missed breakfast, but I was hoping I could get something to eat” Lin spoke so politely that you choke on the bite you forgot you had in your mouth. Walking towards the kitchen behind Lin you put your hand on the door and start pushing

“I’ll ask Chef to make you something. Keep munching on the apple, babe” you cough, trying to control yourself as you step out to get Chef. You kindly ask him to prepare Lin breakfast since she has been out of sorts. You walk back into the dining room and stand beside Lin, “Chef’s whipping something up for you. It shouldn’t take long.”

“Thank you, dear”

“You—I—no problem...dear” you raise your eyebrow, slightly confused and flustered by this weird interaction you’re having, but you love it. You smile widely at how Lin is acting, “I should head back, before people wonder where I’ve gone” you whisper as Lin gives you a understanding nod. You’re not really sure what to do but you look around to see if the coast is clear. You give Lin a light smooch, and she pecks your lips in return. Looking down you take a bite out of the apple before giving it back to Lin to finish then give her the three kisses on her lips as she holds your chin, “Go” Lin whispers smiling wide and you nod. Head towards the door before looking back at her and give her a cheeky smile before heading back to Asami.

*

Scratching the back of your head trying to grasp what just happened. Lin did get more than enough sleep, got her Chi unblocked, sort of started to fix her relationship with Su, and she got laid last night. Maybe she’s high off serotonin ? You think as you remember Lin took your Apple and you chuckle a bit chewing on the bite you have in your mouth. As you reach Asami, the others come running and pant, catching their breaths. “Woah what happened?” you looked at them surprised,

“Did you guys get chased out by the sleeping dragon?” Asami smirks, asking them as she lowers her sunglasses. Bolin points a finger up to give them a moment before he pants out “No…worse”

You glance at Asami “What’s worse?” you take a seat down beside her on a patch of grass as Pabu runs over to Bolin.

“Chief—She—” Mako looks like he is in a state of shock,

“Okay can someone form a full sentence?” you look at the three as Korra glances up at the both of you “She smiled!”

You cover your mouth to hide your smile as you swallow your food. You look at the three bewildered teens as you fight the urge to laugh and croaked “She what?”

“She smiled!” Bolin finally composes himself and waves his hands towards you and Asami.

“Is that bad?” Asami looks confused, turning her head back and forth between you and the other three as she notices you trying not to laugh, and a smile creeps up on her face.

“Have you ever seen Lin smile?!” Korra asks the group and everyone looks around,

“I mean yeah, that one time she promoted Mako” you point out.

“She only curled her lips - that wasn’t really a smile” Mako rebutted, and you think of another moment “Well...um… oh! When you got her bending back!” Bolin looked over at Korra “I mean she was thankful and grateful for that, but I don’t think she ever smiled. At Least I don’t remember I was in the Avatar State” Korra also tries thinking of a moment as she rubs her neck “I mean I ran into her in the dining room and she smiled at me. It was nice” you refrain from explaining as you look at the teens. “But before today?” Bolin responds and you shake your head looking down smiling.

Asami stands up folding her arms “You mean to tell me that Beifong has never smiled before today and we missed it?!” Asami looks over at you and you give her a nod before shaking your head “I’m sure Lin smiles” You smirk and lay back on the grass putting your arms behind your head. “Well what’d you expect, she had a good night’s rest. Anyone would be happy after sleeping for that long” What I did to Lin last night could’ve also helped her too.

“Do you think Beifong will be nicer now?” Korra looks around and everyone shrugs.

“This is new territory we’ve never encountered before.” Mako comments,

“So this is either a good thing or a scary thing” Bolin’s eyes widen and he looks around “Um maybe I should find Opal. Make sure she’s okay” he speaks nervously as he waves bye to everyone and runs off.

“What are you smirking about over there, y/n?” Mako calls out to you, snapping you out of your thoughts about last night and look at him and the girls,

“Oh you guys are still here? I don’t see what the big deal is, so Beifong smiled. Big whoop. Was it nice?” you sit up

“Actually yeah, it was nice.” Korra is looking bewildered again thinking back at how happy and relaxed Lin looked as she walked out of her room, then her eyes widen remembering -

“Oh and that wasn’t the worst part, She wasn’t wearing her armor - she was in Zaofu robes!”

“Oh yeah, I almost didn’t recognize her when I fell,” Mako relented.

And you furrow your eyebrows “You fell?”

“I knocked and there was no answer, so I was leaning against the door to listen for any noise inside the room -to see if she was in there, but then she opened the door and I fell in,” Mako quickly explained before getting flustered by his fall.

“Huh, well that’s good, means she’s relaxed, right?” Asami asks before looking at you and you give her a slow nod.

“Since she seems to be in a good mood maybe it’s best we stay clear from her. You don’t want to tick her off again” you stand up and dust yourself off before walking away “Where are you going?” Korra calls out to you

“All this talk about sleep got me feeling like I could use a nap. Maybe I’ll be in smiling mood”

“Ha-ha very funny”

You smirk as you wave goodbye before sliding a hand in your pocket, returning to your room.

*

Lin looks up at the large statue of Toph silently contemplating on how nice it feels to reconnect with her sister again. Maybe I should talk to mom and work on that mess too, she thinks when she senses someone approaching up behind her. “Opal has decided to go to the Northern Air Temple. I’m guessing you and y/n had something to do with her decision.”

Lin turned to face her sister as she softly spoke “Well, I was just-”

Su smiles at her sister “it’s okay. I’m glad she was honest with me. I want her to do what makes her happy” She looks down “Mom gave us too much freedom, but I feel like I’ve made the mistake of giving Opal too little. I think it’s time I let her choose her own way.” she closes her eyes for a moment before opening them “I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time when we were younger. I can’t imagine what my life would’ve been like if Mom hadn’t sent me away, If I had stayed in the city.”

Lin looks at her sister and answers dryly “You’d probably be in prison”

Su chuckles “You’re probably right. Mako told me that you’re an amazing Police Chief and y/n strongly agrees. Republic City is lucky to have you. I know Mom is proud.”

Lin looks down for a short while then turns back to look at the statue of Toph as Su steps forward to stand beside Lin and they both look up at it.

“Can we move on now? I’d love for you to be a part of my life again. There’s plenty of space for you in the house, and the kids would love having their aunt around.”

Lin turns to face her sister again. “I do need a co-director for my new dance performance.”

Lin’s eyes widen as she raises her hands “Woah. Slow down” Lin smiles half amused and half in disbelief at Su’s mention of the dance company. “How about for now, I just promise not to show up at your house and attack you again.”

“Deal” su extends a hand out and Lin returns the gesture ending in a handshake. Lin looks genuinely relieved and happy to have reconnected with her sister.

As Su guides Lin back to the house “So you and y/n, huh?” she gives Lin a smirk causing Lin to look at her confused “What about me and y/n?”

“Nothing just you two seem….close”

Lin narrows her eyes trying to understand where Su is something from “How so?”

Su smiles smugly “I don’t know, but the way y/n rushed to your side when you fainted. She was concerned for you, refusing to let anyone else help. The way she talks about you just seems….like there is something more”

“For me?” Lin raised her brow

“y/n gave me a good talking to. That’s all I’m saying.” she folded her arms causing Lin to look away gruffly, “We’re colleagues. We look after each other as comrades in the force.”

Su scoffs and nudges her older sister patting her shoulder as she continues walking “Okay, Lin”

“What?” Lin grabs her wrists to stop her as Su turns to her,

“Nothing, you’re just colleagues, comrades.” she waves her hands dismissively “I’m glad someone is watching over you, Lin. y/n is a good person, she’s patient and caring. Though she can be stubborn and reckless. Her and the twins together equals pure chaos sometimes.” Su chuckles and Lin’s lips curl up into a small smile. “During her time at the house I’ve learned that once you’re in her life she doesn’t let you go, it takes a lot for her to drop a person from her life. She treats the kids like her own family and I know they love her.”

“That’s nice to know. But  why are you telling me this?” Lin says wryly. Lin tries not to look nervous, hoping that her relationship isn’t blown. Lin isn’t ready to have this kind of talk with her sister about her love life. Even though she cares and really likes you more than she can admit to herself, she likes the fact that you and her are private.

“Figured you should know about them from my perspective and experience while they were here” “Uhh thanks” Lin blushes slightly as she folds her arms “I should get going...” she pointed towards the courtyard to her room

*

A pounding knock wakes you up and you groggily get out of bed rubbing your head as you grab your tunic and slide it on over your head before opening the door, “Yeah?” rubbing your eyes

“Try to contain your excitement” Lin says dryly as she folds her arms, your eyes widen and look over her shoulder before looking back at her.

“I see your little high cooled down?” you smirk back as you open the door more to let her in. Lin rolls her eyes and pushes past the door and closes it behind you “I think we should talk…”

You get nervous and start panicking, tapping your fingers together “Uh… how about no? I just woke up from a nap. We still have dinner to look forward to” your cheeks blush

“Don’t worry it’s not bad” she chuckles, and you lighten up “Oh well you could’ve said that. I had to initiate my escape plan.” You chuckle walking over to sit beside her.

“So…what’d you want to talk about?” your lips twitches as you fumble around your palms

“Su and I talked. She told me everything…”

“Oh… “ you look down as you fidget your fingers “what about... exactly?” you narrow your eyes a bit as you scratch the back of your ear trying not to sound nervous.

“She told me you talk to her…while I was out cold”

You sigh “I’m sorry...I know I shouldn’t have meddled but—” Lin interrupts you

“--I promised not to show up at her house and attack her again. So it’s progress” you close your lips as you take in the news and smile “That’s great, Lin! I’m happy for you two. So you’re not upset with me? I know I said some harsh things to Su…”

“It’s okay. I—thank you” Lin reaches over and rests her hand over yours giving you a smile. you look down and hold her hand,intertwining your fingers. “For taking my side. Choosing me instead of Su”

You scoot closer to her as you press your forehead against hers as you whisper “Of course, I told you I would rescue you from Su. I’ll always have your back. I choose you every time” You lean back a bit as you share a kiss then look down and smile

“What?” Lin cocks an eyebrow at you,

“You know it’s weird..” you rub under your nose as you stifle a laugh

“What is?”

“You know that whole meeting the family step when you get serious in a relationship…”

“No…Tenzin and I already knew each other’s family….”

“Oh…right. Well...” you scratch behind your ear “I already know your family. Lived with them. They all love and accept me. So it’s funny now that I’ve been witnessing you meet your own family for the first time” you chuckle as you look down biting your lip

“Heh…well at least I don’t have to do that part then. It saves me the hassle” Lin shrugs

“I mean there’s still the whole telling them about us thing” you look at Lin and she glances over at you her eyes slightly widening “Do we have to?”

“Or… we can have them figure it out on their own?” you smile as you lean in close to her

“Better” she smirks as she leans into you and presses her lips on yours parting her lips as you kiss her.

“Speaking of - Su...sort of suspects” you whisper and Lin leans back surprised “Su?!”

“Yeah, but it’s just suspicion. Don’t start having one of your worry fits” you cup her cheek and rub her jaw to try and calm her down. Lin groans softly and looks down resting her forehead against yours.  

“I’m really happy for you, Lin” you whisper again “About Su suspecting? I’m not happy with that” she mumbles and you chuckle a bit “No, about you back on your feet. You and Su reconciling. It’s nice” you give her a soft smile as you tuck some hair behind her ear as your thumb brushes along her cheek. Lin sighs happily, “Honestly, for the first time in a while I’m genuinely happy and relieved.” She whispers back

“That’s good, babe. I’m glad I’m here to share this happy moment with you” you smile as you stroke her cheek. Lin looks up at you and smiles, giving you a soft kiss.

You return her kiss then plant another and another until you’re kissing her fully, tongue and all, putting your hands on her waist and tugging her toward you as you kiss her neck. Lin bites her lip as she sighs “Have you ever slept in your room before?”

“The nap I woke up from was the first time. I’ve been elsewhere other nights” you mumble on her neck in between kisses.

“I wonder where…” she softly moans

“Yeah…” you trail kisses back up her neck until you connect back to her lips.

She kisses you deeply until she laughs softly  against your lips and extricates herself from your grip “Ok, enough” you smile against her lips and let go “Okay, fine” you laugh, compose yourself and scoot up on the couch “I should actually get ready for dinner, will you be joining?” you look over at Lin and she leans back in the couch “Yeah, all i’ve had was some kale drink Su’s Chef prepared”

“What was in it?” you eyebrows furrow slightly curious,

“A drink made of kale, coconut water, and walnuts”

“Coconut water? I’ll pass” you make a disgusted face and shake it off.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Lin smiles and chuckles slightly at your disgust.

“Chef is always creating weird concoctions.” you laugh as you get up and head toward your room “You’re more than welcomed to stay while I get dressed”

“I should be heading out - before anyone wonders where I am.” Lin gets up and heads towards the door.

“Right… yeah” you head out the bedroom and walk Lin to the door “I’ll see you at dinner then” you smile

“Yeah” Lin’s lips twitch up and you hover your hand over the door handle and before opening it, sharing a short sweet kiss until it turns into a slow, deep one, your other hand on the small of her back. Enjoying her taste, you fall into a trance as she grazes her nails down along your jaw before she pulls back “I’ll see you at dinner” she smirks against your lips waking you up from that trance and opens the door “Yes, dinner.”

*

“I would like to say a few words before we eat - I have an announcement actually” Opal stands as she grabs her cup “First, I just want to say that I’m so relieved that Aunt Lin is awake and doing better. Secondly, after talking with Aunt Lin, y/n, and with mom and dad… I’ve made the decision to join the other airbenders at the Northern Air Temple”

You give Opal a warm smile as you turn to look at Wei and Wing who look conflicted on the news, “You’re leaving us?!”

Su looks at her youngest children “Opal isn’t leaving, she’s making her own way in the world. This is a great opportunity for her to study under Tenzin and get to know other airbenders.”

“I think it’s wonderful Opal! You’ve made the right decision” you smile brightly as you stand up from your seat and bring your cup up in the air “Let’s cheer on Opal in her new path!” Everyone brings their cups up and gives a cheer to Opal.

“An airbending Beifong. That’s great...” you mutter then laugh out loud after taking a sip. Everyone glances over at your direction confused “What’s funny?” Wei and Wing ask in unison. You shake your head “Sorry, I just had a thought” you quiet down. “Care to share?” Su asks, curious about your laughter and once you compose yourself you take a breath “ I was connecting Opal’s airbending to her last name. Opal is the physical representation of the Beifong symbol. A flying boar.” you explain and Lin turns to Su “Huh, well how about that...”

“A flying boar in the family. Who would’ve thought” Su looks to Lin and they chuckle at the thought followed by the laughs from the rest of the family.

*

After dinner you finish congratulating Opal once again on her decision and catch Lin walking out the mansion and heading towards the grounds out of the corner of your eye. You dismiss yourself from the living area, dipping out the house as you look around for Lin. After a couple of minutes searching you find her near the maze you took her on the first day here, “Looking for a quiet place?” you have your hands in your pockets as you stop a couple steps behind her. “It was getting to be a bit”

“- too much?” you finish her sentence as she walks into the maze and you curl your lip a bit as you follow her. Lin looks lost as she takes a wrong turn and you chuckle “Over here” you speak up and point in the right direction taking the lead to the center. You walk over and sit at your usual spot on the grass and lay down looking up at the stars. Lin sits at the bench and neither one of you say anything until you sense her getting back up to walk over and sit beside you. “You’re right, no one comes here.” Lin continues to sit as you look for constellations ``Yeah, I think the only person who would come here is Huan but it’s too dark for him right now. He wouldn’t be able to sketch.” “The artist kid. He knows to keep his distance” Lin rubs the bridge of her nose as she looks up at the sky “What are you looking at anyways?”

“The stars, Lin, obviously” you chuckle as you prop yourself up as Lin deadpans you a look “I know but what’s there to see it’s just balls of light” she waves up at the sky.

“It looks nice. Sometimes you get to see constellations if you know what to look for”

“And you do?”

“No” you snort a laugh as Lin rolls her eyes looking away. You look down at your fingers before speaking again “I’m glad you spoke to Opal. Seems your talk to her gave her the push she needed to convince Su to let her leave Zaofu.”

“It was nothing”

“Maybe to you, but to Opal, I’m sure it was a major thing. You had your first Aunt/Niece moment. I’m proud of you, Lin” you smile looking up at her and she looks over at you when you mention you being proud of her.

“What?”

“I’m proud of you. You passed your first job of being an Aunt.”

“It’s a job?”

You chuckle “You basically get to be the second line to give advice and encourage the kids to do what’s best for them when your sister fails to do so or if they don’t like what she said.”

“Yeah, I’m not ready for this”

“Hey, at least you’ll get to be the cool aunt when the kids get annoyed with Su”

“Cool aunt, yeah right” Lin scoffs

“Imagine if the kids like you better than Su. That would kill her” you laugh,

“She would be hysterical” Lin chuckles and you look at her.

“It’s a slow process but this is a step in the right direction” you lean over and kiss her shoulder then add another on her cheek Lin turns at the last second and you catch the corner of her lips. She parts her lips and searches for your lips to capture your lips on hers. The kiss starts off slow and sweet - your hand cupping her cheek while Lin rests her hand on your hip. You pull back a bit to give her a few soft kisses before both of you slowly pull back.

“I’m going to head to bed. Some of us didn’t sleep for 16 hours” you quip as you try to get up when Lin kicks you down and you fall back.

“Oof, what the flameo Lin” you laugh and get up

“You tripped. Your agility is slacking, Captain”

“My agility? Okay, tomorrow you, me, and the twins. We’re going to have a two v two game of power disc. I’ll show you that my agility is up to par” you dust your hands off and stand up,

“Deal, I’ll murder you three”

“You’re all bark and no bite baby.” you smirk and she grabs your collar pulling your face close to hers “I think I’ve proven that I do in fact...bite” she puts on a sultry voice as she tugs on your lips with her teeth. You blink as your mind goes blank getting flustered “I….Uh...right. You coming?” you clear your throat as Lin smirks seeing you get flustered. You stand up sliding a hand in your pocket as you look down at her offering her a hand as she stays seated.

“No, I’m well rested I think I’ll have some time alone”

“Okay” you lean back down and give Lin a kiss “Goodnight, honey” you whisper,

“Goodnight, dear” she whispers and you smile against her lips and kiss her once and twice again. Standing up you earthbend yourself a column to lift yourself over the maze bushes. Hearing Lin’s voice ringing in your head about her bite, biting your lip. This is definitely a step in the right direction.