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lila-lou · 16 hours ago

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✨Taking her in - Pt. 16✨

Summary: After Dean Winchester saves your life, he brings you into the safety of the bunker. As you grow older and stronger, Dean refuses to let you join the hunts, his overprotective behavior intensifying. But beneath his fierce protectiveness lies something darker—conflicted feelings he can’t face. As your 18th birthday approaches, Dean struggles to keep control, torn between his duty to protect you and emotions he’s buried for too long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, HUGE Age Gap, Immoral, Language, Angst, Fluff, Dean being hurt-badly

Word Count: 4064

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💜

As Dean drifted between wakefulness and sleep, his hand settled more naturally against your waist, his thumb slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. The touch was lazy, absentminded, as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it. His thumb traced slow, feather-light circles on your bare skin, the warmth of his hand seeping into you.

You froze for a moment, your breath catching in your throat as the sensation rippled through you. The softness of his touch was almost too much—it sent a spark of heat coursing through your body, your skin tingling where his thumb moved. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding as an undeniable warmth began pooling low in your stomach.

Dean, oblivious to the effect he was having, let out a quiet hum of contentment. His head rested against the back of the couch, his bruised face relaxed in a way that was rare for him. He had no idea what that simple, innocent touch was doing to you, how it was unraveling you completely.

You shifted slightly, trying to focus on anything else, but the movement only pressed you closer to him, making his thumb brush a little more firmly against your skin. A soft gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you bit down on your lower lip, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But Dean did notice. His eyes cracked open, hazy with exhaustion and confusion as he glanced down at you. “You okay?”, he mumbled, his voice rough and low.

You nodded quickly, your cheeks burning as you tried to play it off. “Yeah”, you whispered, your voice a little too breathy. “I’m fine”.

Dean’s thumb stilled for a moment, his gaze narrowing slightly as if he were trying to read you. Then, as if deciding not to push, he let out a soft grunt and closed his eyes again. His hand remained where it was, the gentle pressure of his thumb now a constant, teasing reminder of how close he was to unraveling you completely.

You tried to focus on anything else—the sound of the TV, the rhythm of his breathing—but it was impossible. Every pass of his thumb against your waist felt electric, stoking the fire that had already begun to burn low in your stomach.

You bit your lip, your thighs pressing together involuntarily as the warmth pooled deeper. The sensation was maddening, and the fact that Dean seemed completely unaware of what he was doing only made it worse. He remained relaxed against the couch, his breathing steady, his thumb moving idly as though it was second nature.

“Dean…”, you whispered, your voice soft but tinged with something you couldn’t quite hide.

His eyes opened once more, just a crack, his green gaze hazy with exhaustion and curiosity. “Hmm?”, he murmured, his thumb still tracing its pattern.

You hesitated, your cheeks flushing as you realized you didn’t know what you wanted to say. Did you want him to stop? Did you want him to keep going? The conflict inside you made your heart race.

Dean, always attuned to the slightest changes in you, seemed to notice the shift in your posture, the way your body tensed just slightly against his. His gaze sharpened a bit, and his thumb stilled as his hand pressed more firmly against your side. “What’s going on?”, he asked, his voice low and gruff, but laced with concern.

You shook your head quickly, trying to brush it off. “Nothing”, you mumbled, though your voice betrayed you.

Dean’s brow furrowed, and his eyes searched yours as if he was trying to piece together what was happening. Then, realization seemed to dawn on him. His thumb moved again, this time purposefully, pressing lightly into your skin as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Is this… doing something to you?”, he asked, his voice a low, teasing rasp.

Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. The way his voice dipped, the knowing smirk tugging at his lips—it sent a fresh wave of heat through you. You felt exposed, your body betraying you under his touch, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Dean chuckled softly, the sound low and rough, as his hand slipped higher under your shirt, his thumb brushing just beneath your ribcage. “You’re not very good at hiding it, sweetheart”, he murmured, his voice dripping with teasing warmth. “But I don’t mind”.

His eyes met yours again, and there was something unmistakably wicked in his gaze, even through the lingering exhaustion. He tilted his head, his lips brushing yours softly, testing the waters. “Tell me if I’m wrong”, he whispered against your lips, his hand still resting on your skin.

Your breath hitched as Dean’s grip tightened slightly on your waist, his calloused fingers sinking into the softness of your flesh. The sensation sent another wave of heat surging through your body, and you knew he could feel the way your muscles tensed beneath his touch. His green eyes darkened slightly, a spark of something primal flickering there, but the exhaustion in his features reminded you of his current state.

The realization hit you like a cold splash of water: Dean couldn’t push himself right now, not like this. His body was battered and barely holding together, and you knew any physical exertion could undo the fragile balance Sam had worked so hard to maintain. Still, the way he looked at you, his hand possessively gripping your waist, made it hard to focus on anything but the growing need between you.

You shifted slightly, trying to ease the ache building between your legs, but the movement only pressed you closer against him. A quiet, involuntary whimper escaped your lips, and Dean’s smirk grew, though there was a flicker of frustration in his eyes. He knew just as well as you that his current state wasn’t going to allow him to act on what was clearly simmering between you.

“Sweetheart”, Dean murmured, his voice low and teasing, though there was a rough edge to it now. “You keep making those noises, and I’m not sure I can be a gentleman”.

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing deeply as you tried to shift away slightly, only for his grip to tighten again, keeping you close. His good arm slid more firmly around you, pulling you against his side. The warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne, and the roughness of his voice combined to make your mind spin.

“Dean”, you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “You can’t… you’re not—”.

“I know”, he interrupted, his tone softer now, though there was a trace of irritation at his own limitations. He let out a frustrated sigh, his forehead resting briefly against yours. “Believe me, I know. But damn it, you make it hard”.

His words sent another rush of heat through you, and you squirmed slightly, unable to stop the reaction. Dean groaned softly, his hand moving to squeeze your hip, his eyes squeezing shut as if he was trying to regain control. “You’re killing me here, you know that?”.

You bit your lip harder, trying to keep your composure, but the heat between your legs was unbearable, and every subtle movement only made it worse. The tension in the air was suffocating, your body betraying you as you shifted slightly against Dean, your thighs brushing against his. The effect was immediate—Dean’s good arm tightened around you, as he let out a deep, frustrated groan.

“Sweetheart”, Dean muttered, his voice low and ragged. His jaw clenched as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes like he was trying to muster some kind of restraint. But the way you kept moving, squirming against him, was breaking what little resolve he had left.

You glanced up at him, your cheeks burning as you tried to steady your breathing. “Dean, I—”, you started, but the words caught in your throat when his eyes snapped open, piercing and full of that same primal spark. His ego was clearly starting to outweigh his caution, his need to prove something to himself—or maybe to you—winning out over logic.

Dean’s good hand shifted away from your back, his rough palm trailing slowly to your stomach. The movement was deliberate, his fingers brushing the edge of your waistband as if testing your resolve. Your breath hitched, and before you could utter a word, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your yoga pants, finding its way into your panties.

The moment his fingers made contact, his reaction was immediate. Dean’s eyes fluttered shut, and a deep, guttural groan escaped his lips, the sound rumbling through his chest. His touch was warm, rough, and exploratory, as though he couldn’t quite believe the effect he had on you. “Shit, sweetheart”, he muttered, his voice a low rasp. “You’re soaked”.

Your face flushed hot, the heat of embarrassment mingling with the burning desire coursing through your body. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, your gaze dropping to the fabric of his shirt as you bit your lip, trying to steady your ragged breathing. The intensity of his touch and the knowledge of how much you wanted this—even in his condition—was overwhelming.

“Dean”, you whispered, your voice trembling as you struggled to find the words. “You shouldn’t…”.

“Shh”, he interrupted, his tone still low but insistent. His thumb grazed against your sensitive flesh, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. His good hand was clumsy but determined, exploring every reaction you gave him as if it were the only thing grounding him in that moment.

His hand moved with slow, deliberate care, his calloused fingers exploring the warmth and wetness he’d discovered. The touch was unhurried, but it was enough to make your entire body shiver in anticipation. His middle finger brushed over your most sensitive spot, and your breath hitched sharply, a soft whine escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Dean’s lips curled into a faint smirk, his forehead pressing gently against yours as he continued. “That’s it”, he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a quiet intensity that sent another wave of heat rushing through you.

His thumb stayed steady, circling gently over your sensitive nub, while his middle finger lingered at your entrance, teasing, testing. He watched your face closely, his green eyes dark and intense, searching for any sign of hesitation.

“You’re so perfect”, he murmured, his voice rough but filled with a reverence that made your heart race. Then, slowly, carefully, he let his middle finger slip inside you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. Your walls clenched instinctively around him, the tightness making him groan softly.

“So tight”, he rasped, his breath warm against your cheek.

He moved his finger slowly, the deliberate pace drawing out the sensation, making your body hum with anticipation. Every gentle thrust was precise, as though he was taking his time to memorize every reaction you gave him.

Your fingers dug into his underarm, needing something to hold onto as the heat inside you built with every stroke of his finger.

“Look at me”, Dean whispered, his voice low but commanding. When you opened your eyes to meet his, the intensity in his gaze took your breath away. “I want to see you”, he said softly. “Every second of this”.

His words, coupled with the deep, deliberate thrust of his finger, sent another wave of pleasure crashing through you. Your body arched into him, your breaths coming in quick, uneven bursts as you clung to him. Dean’s smirk softened into something tender, his forehead pressing against yours as he whispered, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go for me”.

You wrapped your hands around Dean’s forearm, gripping tightly as the intensity of his touch began to overwhelm you. His fingers moved with a deliberate rhythm, his middle finger sliding deeper inside you, while his thumb worked slow, teasing circles against your most sensitive spot. The dual sensations made your body tremble, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you felt the heat building inside you.

Dean’s forehead stayed pressed against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. His eyes never left yours, the green of them darkened with desire and affection. “That’s it”, he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “You’re so beautiful like this”.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t look away from him. The connection between you felt electric, intimate in a way that made your heart ache. You let out another soft moan, your body beginning to clench around his fingers as the pressure inside you built higher and higher. Your breaths came in short, uneven bursts, each one a reflection of the overwhelming sensations rippling through you.

“Dean”, you whispered, his name falling from your lips like a plea. Your voice was trembling, but your gaze stayed locked on his, the trust and need you felt for him written in your expression.

“I’ve got you”, Dean murmured, his thumb pressing just a little harder as he adjusted the rhythm of his fingers inside you. His good arm flexed beneath your grip, his strength and control grounding you even as your body threatened to spiral out of control. “Just let go, Baby”.

Your body responded to his voice, his touch, and the unwavering way he held you in his gaze. The heat coiled tighter and tighter, until it snapped, a wave of pleasure crashing over you. You cried out softly, your body arching into his hand as the tension broke, leaving you trembling in his arms.

Dean didn’t stop, his movements slowing to help you ride out the aftershocks. His fingers worked gently, soothing you as your body relaxed against him. His forehead stayed pressed to yours, his lips brushing against your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss.

“That’s my girl”, he whispered, his voice filled with pride and affection as he pulled his hand away slowly, careful not to overwhelm you. He held you close, his good arm wrapping around you as you caught your breath, your body still trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.

You bit your lip, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks as Dean pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then down to the bridge of your nose. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his green eyes locking onto yours with that mischievous glint you knew so well.

You tilted your head just enough to meet him halfway, ensuring he didn’t have to strain himself. He took the invitation without hesitation, his lips brushing gently against yours, warm and teasing. The kiss was slow but filled with unspoken affection, his breath mingling with yours as he lingered close.

When he pulled back just a fraction, his voice dropped to a husky whisper against your lips, tinged with that signature Dean Winchester smugness. “Y’know”, he murmured, his tone playful despite his bruised and battered state, “even with a busted arm and a ripped-open chest, I can still make you come like that”.

You gasped softly, your blush deepening as his words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you. “Dean, ,you scolded lightly, your voice trembling with both embarrassment and amusement. You couldn’t stop the small, shy smile that tugged at your lips, though, and he noticed.

“What?”, he teased, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk. “Just stating facts, sweetheart”.

You swatted gently at his good shoulder, earning a low chuckle from him as he pulled you closer against his side. His good arm holding you in place as if he couldn’t stand to let you go. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to that low, teasing murmur that made your stomach flutter.

“I never would’ve pegged you for being this insatiable”.

You froze for a second, your blush intensifying as the meaning of his words sank in.

He tilted his head, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back just enough to catch your eyes. “Cute, innocent virgins just a few days ago”, he continued, his tone teasing but laced with affection. “And now? Squirming like a little fish the second I lay a hand on you”.

Your cheeks burned, and you buried your face in his chest, groaning softly. “Oh my God, Dean”, you muttered, your voice muffled against his shirt. “Stop”.

But Dean was relentless. His fingers lightly trailed over your side, just enough to make you shiver. “Nah, can’t stop now”, he said with a grin. “This is too good. I mean, who would’ve thought? You, all sweet and shy, turning into—”.

You pressed your face into Dean’s healthy side, your cheeks blazing with heat as his teasing words echoed in your ears. Despite your embarrassment, you were careful not to put too much weight against him, mindful of his injuries. The last thing you wanted was to make things worse for him—though he didn’t seem too concerned, given the relentless grin on his face.

Dean’s fingers continued their lazy tracing along your side, his thumb brushing in soft circles. His lips curved into a smirk as he tilted his head down toward you, clearly reveling in how flustered you were. “I mean, I’m just saying”, he murmured, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “With you turning into this… uh… little ball of energy, I’m starting to worry my old ass can’t keep up”.

You groaned, your blush somehow deepening as you peeked up at him. “Dean, stop, please”, you said, though your voice lacked any real conviction. The teasing was frustrating, sure, but the warmth in his tone and the light in his eyes made it impossible to be annoyed with him.

Dean’s grin only widened at your reaction, and he chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “What?”, he teased, his good arm pulling you a little closer. “You’re the one proving me right. I barely touched you earlier, and you—”.

You pressed your hand gently against his chest, cutting him off. “Okay, okay, I get it”, you said quickly, unable to hide the shy smile tugging at your lips.

Later that night, the bunker was quiet, its halls dimly lit as you carefully slipped out of Dean’s room. The need to use the bathroom had finally driven you from the warmth of his embrace, though you moved cautiously, not wanting to wake him. His injuries meant he needed all the rest he could get, and you were determined not to disturb him.

As you padded barefoot down the hallway, rubbing your arms against the slight chill, you rounded a corner and nearly collided with someone. You let out a soft gasp, freezing when you saw Sam standing there, half-asleep but alert enough to notice you.

“Hey”, he murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep. His eyes, though half-lidded, were sharp enough to notice your flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance.

You froze, caught off guard. “Sam”, you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “You scared me”.

Sam’s lips quirked in a faint smile, though his gaze remained steady on you. “Sorry”, he replied, his voice carrying a trace of amusement. “Didn’t mean to. Just grabbing some water”.

You nodded quickly, trying to move past him without making things awkward. “Yeah, I just… needed the bathroom”, you mumbled, gesturing vaguely behind you.

Sam shifted slightly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His stance wasn’t intimidating, but his expression was thoughtful, as though he were piecing something together. “You okay?”, he asked after a moment, his tone soft but probing.

Your breath hitched slightly, and you forced a smile, hoping it would be enough to throw him off. “Of course”, you said, trying to sound casual. “Just tired. It’s been a lot lately, you know?”.

Sam nodded slowly, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Yeah, it has”, he agreed. He hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly toward the direction you’d come from. “Dean’s been doing okay?”.

Your stomach twisted slightly at the question, though you couldn’t quite tell if it was loaded or not. “He’s healing”, you said, your tone measured. “You know how he is—stubborn”.

Sam chuckled softly, though his expression didn’t lose its edge of curiosity. “Yeah, that sounds like him”. He paused, studying you for a moment longer before he added, “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him”.

The statement hung in the air, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Was he fishing for information, or had he already figured it out completely? You met his gaze, your blush deepening. “He needed help”, you said, your voice soft. “He’s… not great at taking care of himself”.

Sam smiled faintly, though there was a knowing look in his eyes that made your stomach flip. “That’s true”, he said quietly. “But you seem to be doing more than just helping”.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The vulnerability in Sam’s voice surprised you—it wasn’t accusatory, just… observant. He wasn’t trying to corner you; he was trying to understand.

“I—”, you started, but Sam shook his head gently, cutting you off.

Sam held up a hand, his expression softening further. “Hey, it’s okay”, he said quietly, his voice gentle but sure. “I already know”.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your cheeks burning as you struggled to form a response. “You… know?”, you asked hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. The tension in your chest grew, but the kindness in Sam’s gaze stopped you from panicking entirely.

He nodded slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah”, he admitted, leaning back against the wall again. “I figured it out a while ago. Probably around the time I made that comment at breakfast, about the workout you two had after… talking”. His smile widened slightly, and he let out a small chuckle. “Dean’s not exactly subtle, and neither are you… and.. I talked to Dean, so…”.

You winced, remembering how flustered you’d been that morning, and how Sam had clearly enjoyed teasing the two of you. “I thought you might’ve suspected”, you said, biting your lip. “But you… really don’t mind?”.

Sam shook his head, his expression serious now. “No, I don’t mind. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. That you’re happy. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean lately, and I see the way he looks at you—how he’s been acting. He cares about you a lot, you know”.

Your chest tightened at his words, a mix of relief and emotion washing over you. “I care about him, too”, you admitted softly. “But I wasn’t sure if you’d… approve, or if it’d make things weird”.

Sam smiled again, the warmth in his expression reassuring. “It doesn’t make things weird. Dean deserves to have someone like you in his corner, someone who really gets him. And you… well, I think you’re good for him”.

You blinked, his words hitting you with more impact than you expected. “Thank you, Sam”, you said, your voice thick with gratitude. “That… means a lot”.

He nodded, his smile widening just slightly. “Good. Now go take care of yourself—and Dean. You both need it”. He pushed off the wall and gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder before continuing down the hallway toward the kitchen.

You stood there for a moment, letting out a shaky breath as you processed the conversation. Sam’s understanding, his quiet acceptance, made you feel lighter than you had in days.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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jovishark · 3 days ago

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season 2 of danny phantom is interesting to me in a lot of ways, partly artwise and partly writing-wise

its Interesting to me how the plots become less smalltime human-centered stories and mostly all end of the world sort of things. vlad cloning danny. dannys evil future. freakshows infinity reality gauntlet taking over the world. the ghosts that are introduced tend to have bigger gimmicks and bigger aspirations. the episodes Move faster in a way that almost gives you emotional whiplash, because it feels like the characters dont even have enough time to properly interact with/react to what just happened.

the thing thats mostly interesting to me though is the breakneck pace and higher stakes lends itself to something they often point out about danny: hes overprotective.

he points out that valeries costume is being remotely controlled, and valerie isnt in it, so he has permission from himself to go ham and blast the shit out of it. he goes easy on her on purpose, to protect her. sam gets a whole episode that danny barely had to be in when shes kidnapped by dragons and empowers her way out of it. danny still shows up to rescue her, is chastised for ruining her working plan, and then still inserts himself into the final fight. tucker gets a whole episode to advocate for himself when danny (and sam) override his opinions. danny is forcibly removed for part of the plot but still finds his way back to make sure tucker is okay, even though technically, Anyone could have told tucker to just drop the scepter or order the sphynx around.

a lot of episodes are created specifically around the idea that the people in dannys life have to prove how capable they are to him, just to avoid him butting in with his ghost powers. sure. yes. a lot of these things happen because a ghost is there. and its reasonable that the ghost powered boy would be helpful. but when you look at valerie or even his sister and parents, they have a lot of power by themselves. danny is both a hero and a victim but the one constant throughline is that he is uncomfortable when it is not about him

#danny phantom #jovitalks #im just thinking out loud i dunno. dannys always been my favorite but Because of this #he has a Lot of character for an everyman mainboy

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loving-family-poll · 2 days ago

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2nd Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Propaganda under the cut

Sam/John:

Overprotective controlling dad, bratty rebellious confrontational Sam, the eventual realization of what John was trying to protect him from, the sad dad puppy eyes

Often overlooked in the Winchester family incest dynamics which is sad because it fucks so hard; John has such complex feelings regarding Sam because his birth indirectly causes the death of Sam and Dean’s mother and leads to the Winchesters becoming like that. John sees the sweet boy he loves and the monster Sam is fated to become, and is torn between saving or killing him. Keeping Sam safe and innocent is one of the main motivations behind John’s terrible, desperate actions; however through the extreme countermeasures he takes, he only manages to push Sam further away and closer to his fate. It’s only after John’s death that Sam begins to understand his actions but also believes John was right to ‘want to kill him’. John may be absent for most of Supernatural but he forever haunts the narrative and his sons, the One True FatherGod of Supernatural

Shauna/Callie:

Shauna is an insane woman with a psychology stuck in her late teens due to the huge trauma central to the show and the loss of her homoerotic friendship Jackie. Callie is her daughter who reminds her a lot of said homoerotic friendship a lot.

The first scene we see of adult Shauna is her masturbating on her daughter's bed looking at a pic of her and her boyfriend which tied back to how Shauna stole Jackie's boyfriend because she couldn't have Jackie.

Callie starts the show as a normal snarky teenager who might look down on her mom a bit, until she catches her cheating on her dad (the boyfriend she stole). Also, Callie is wearing Jackie's old uniform at this point (thinking it was her mom's). They have a talk about the affair and Jackie and it's one of the first times we see how much she wants to learn about her mom and her crazier sides.

Shauna is completely incapable of acting like a normal mother and doesn't know how to give Callie proper displays of affection.

As season 2 rolls in Callie wants nothing more than help her mom escape prison after killing her new boyfriend and for her mom to show her dangerous side to her and to include her in everything even if it's illegal.

At this point, we're at a point where Callie is just as into the freaky headrush of survival-type situations and that probably will keep entangling her with her mom more and more.

Shauna also had an arc about remembering her first baby she lost and how that and so many other things get in the way of her to show proper love to Callie even if she wants to protect her more than anything.

Shauna inadvertently got her best friend, Jackie, killed and is haunted by her memory. She attempts to replicate that dynamic with her daughter Callie but also refuses to let herself love her because of the pain of losing Jackie

mom who masturbates in her daughters room looking at photos of her daughters boyfriend. daughter happens to be an exact replica attitude-wise of the mother's childhood best friend who she killed (accidentally) and ate (not so accidentally) and still has romantic hallucinations of. The daughter dresses up in the dead situationship's uniform and mom mentally can't tell them apart….the good stuff

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #sam/john #samjohn #shauna/callie #round 2

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flastar13 · 3 days ago

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I totally agree, instead of the anime having so many extra characters for the Sailor Senshi plots, they could have gone deeper into the Shitennou's history.

Jadeite instead of being eternally frozen somewhere in the North Pole could have been purified by Sailor Moon or exorcised by Sailor Mars. Returned to his civilian form and with few memories of either of his two lives as a side effect of suffering a mind control spell, the girls send him to live at the Hikawa Shrine while they try to find out about his true identity. At first Rei isn't too happy to have him under her roof because the last time he kidnapped several visitors to the temple to steal their energy, but over time she begins to grow fond of him for his effort in working as a monk and his sincere concern for the Sailor Fire's well-being, Jadeite would immediately fall in love with Rei for her beauty and for taking care of him, eventually evolving into a love based on admiration and respect. Jadeite's same abilities to attract victims would now be used to sell amulets, increasing the profits of the Hikawa temple. Because of that and his care for Rei, he would get along well with the grandfather. As he regains his memories, Jadeite would be horrified by his deplorable acts, becoming obsessed with redeeming himself, trying to somehow reward his victims and overprotect Mamoru, the reincarnation of his former lord. Rei, with Mamoru's help, would manage to rescue him from that self-destructive path. Jadeite would also help Rei deal with the memories of the past because the guardian of passion does not want anything to do with her past life. Their relationship would be one of mutual support that would make them improve.

As for Nephrite, I also believe that his subplot with Naru should have been with Makoto. The only thing that would change is that instead of dying, Sailor Moon or Mamoru, purify him but instead of being good Nephrite returns as a Canadian teenager who does not know why he is in Japan, basically returns to his pre-dark kingdom reincarnated self. While they locate his family, he would live with Makoto (Rei already has a Shitennou, Usagi and Ami live with their families, Mako is the only one who would not have to give explanations to an authority figure) the sailor of thunder would try to remember him but Neph does not want to know anything about his past as a minion of the dark kingdom. He would take a part-time job at Game Center Crown so as not to be a kept man, he would develop a rivalry with Motoki because of the attraction that Makoto feels for him and would get closer to Mamoru because he acts as a kind of older brother. Then he would begin to recover his powers, causing chaos and destruction due to his lack of control. He, Jadeite and Mamoru would begin to train their powers but their inability to accept their past prevents them from reaching their full potential. Although she likes Makoto too much, she hates having to compete with the memory of an evil villain, and Sailor Jupiter's determination to never fail in her duty again would cause a rift between the two. Only when Makoto nearly gets killed in a confrontation with a Youma, Neph would first try to convince her that he doesn't owe anything to the Moon, Mako would accuse him of running away from his own duty for fear of assuming his sins. Nephrite instead of getting angry would actually accept that Mako is right. After some adventure of stellar self-discovery, she would accept her past but also her present. Only then does she manage to help Makoto, convincing her that while her mission from past lives is important, living and fulfilling her dreams from her current lives is also important. So the two decide to start their relationship from scratch, as the people they are now. Eventually they evolve into an effective battle couple.

A rivalry between Zoisite and Ami is pure gold. But once Beryl kills him, Ami would take back his stone with the excuse of "investigative purposes" but in truth she wants to get it back. She would force Usagi to launch purifying waves to his gem and would subject the two Shitennou to sessions of many questions about how they were purified and resurrected. None of this would be successful and depressed Ami would always carry it in her pocket, until Dark Endymion attracted by the energy of the stone, would unconsciously bring Zoisite back. Instead of the reunion came with hugs and kisses, which the youngest of the Shitennou expects with his girlfriend and old friends, they would tie him up to be able to discover if he is the general cheater of the dark kingdom or the knight of the golden kingdom, in the resulting analysis Ami would discover that although the silver crystal purifies them from Metalia's control, it is Mamoru *cough golden crystal* who revives them in the physical form they had before being kidnapped by the dark kingdom, but depending on the level at which they remembered or fought against mental control, they retain or recover their memories. Jadeite almost had no chance to remember but that when being purified was suffering from amnesia. Nephrite, who was slowly starting to remember, returned with his memories of his current life before the dark realm intact. Zoisite, being the only one who remembered everything, was resurrected with all his memories from both lives. Zoi's inclusion in the group would not be desired by Rei and Mako (I'm sorry Zoi, but turning someone's grandfather into a Youma and killing someone's boyfriend were not very dear to them). But Ami, Usagi, and the other Shitennou would insist that Zoisite's bad actions were unintentional and he deserves another chance. Zoisite would enroll in the same school as Ami, buy an apartment next to Ami's (His family is from Switzerland and they are very rich), and take the same seminar as Ami. He would basically be stalking her, but Ami is so happy to have him back that she doesn't care about his clingy tendencies, in fact she would probably do the same if she weren't so shy. The influence of their friends would be needed for both of them to deal with their traumas and fears of losing the other again to solve their attachment problems. In addition, Zoisite feels very guilty for killing Nephrite, although curiously the latter does not hold a grudge against him for that, recognizing that it was truly Beryl's fault and that thanks to that he can be free. Having all his memories, Zoisite would talk to them about the past but from his perspective which is not at all favorable towards the Moon Kingdom, the girls would understand why it was so easy for Metalia to start a rebellion to destroy the Silver Millennium. He would also harass Dark Endymion with magic piano sessions to recover his memories, Dendy wants to understand his connection with Sailor Moon and Usagi, and Zoisite wants to save his lord.

As for Kunzite, he does not know why he feels so attracted to Sailor Venus. Unconsciously he is always looking for her even when he must catch the princess of the Moon. Minako tries to make him remember who he really is. On a mission to retrieve the other three generals from an ancient temple on Earth, the power of Venus, Jadeite, Nephrite, and Zoisite free him from Beryl's mind control. Sailor Moon purifies him, turning him into his pre-Dark Realm identity, a Turkish boy slightly older than Mamoru, whom Minako fell in love with during her time as Sailor V.

They all live on and are useful in the other arcs.

My outrage given voice: The Shittenou were done so dirty!

It's very damn annoying to me and I hate it! Why the hell were the Shittenou not given a chance for a 'normal' life like Usagi wished for in the 90's anime; especially with the implication of the time of the first season repeating for the second and thus meant that they hadn't been nabbed for Beryl's/Metallia's purposes? Or even in the manga/reboot rather than kept as the stones they became after their deaths?

Like, what thoughts went into that? Why were the various relationships of the Shittenou changed so drastically, and not just between each other but their Prince and their Love Interests too? Especially when Mamo got a, technically, third chance to be with Usa after the first season's finale. The girls themselves have other love interests, I know, but you'd think that they'd at least be given the option to see if they were still compatible and part (hopefully) amicably if they weren't, rather than just have the view that they'll never have love or even a family. And, no, I don't count the "Parallel" world of the manga because it seems that they're right proper clones of their mothers rather than their own persons with thoughts, feelings and dreams like Chibi is. Yes, she's annoying and a frickin' Obnoxious Brat, but at least with that we know she's not Usa's clone just with pink hair and red eyes.

I remember watching the show growing up and never, not once, thinking they used to be love interests of the Senshi during the SilMil. Just that they were at the front of the invading army once that episode aired. Not to mention how my perceptions were fucked with beforehand because two of the four were in a relationship with each other (after one of them had been 'gender-bent'. Just...why?!) and a third was romancing a side character that had disappeared after the one episode she was in during the third season. Hell, the only reason I found out Sen/Shi was a Thing was due to the internet a while after watching the 'last' (for the North America viewing audience) episode of the fourth season. That pissed me right the fuck off.

I believe that shouldn't have happened. They could've done so much foreshadowing, maybe even a bit of character development, about the tragedy that would've been the Shittenou being killed off as the season went on once the SilMil's Last Day came about.

Like, think about it.

With Jad's constant disguises and schemes, it could've been that Rei, being a trained Miko, always seemed to find and flirt with him, because he was cute no matter his disguises, and then get mad about it because why?! is it always him?! she does that with?! The fuck?! And Jad's just like, 'How the hell does she keep doing this?!' before putting together that she must be an informer to the Senshi with the way they always show up when she does so he tries to keep her distracted in one form or another so his youma can do its job because she's too passionate and fiery to want to hurt or drain despite getting in his way so much. Beryl actually kills him off after his showdown with the Senshi, not listening when he says how he knows who they are, instead of being iced for his constant failures. (I never did get why he was singled out like that.)

With Neph's civilian identity of Sanjoin Masato, instead of Naru being the 'victim' of his 'manipulations', Makoto could've been brought in earlier and get to experience being treated like the young woman she is despite how other guys were put off by her strength and stature and just discovered she could transform just as or after he died. He still dies to Zoi's schemes but it's because, due to being around his Lady so much more than Jad was with Rei, he's starting to question what once he hadn't, especially if some dormant memories he hadn't known about break loose from their shadowy bonds, and so Beryl made out that he was defecting or losing sight of their goals so she didn't have to get her hands dirty.

With Zoi, 'cause I found it real annoying that only he could extract the Nijizuishou when the Moon Wand could also track them down but not get them out, Ami could've used her palmtop to scan whatever residue might've been left on the Wand, to also help look for the Carriers as Zoi did the same with his own tracking crystal. It could go that, because she does take her duties as a Senshi seriously and she's not all about school/studying despite her grades and work ethic and she's gonna prove it, she might get in trouble for 'stalking' while Zoi's just wondering what this cute but annoying brat is doing following him where she could get hurt - the Great Demon he awoke might very well kill her! - when in all reality she's trying to get close to the Carrier but this jerk-wad with the beautiful blond waves, because those are not curls as far as I'm concerned, in a ponytail keeps getting in her way! Shenanigans are had where they try to outsmart, trick or distract each other to get to the Nijizuishou first without outing themselves or her comrades. Zoi's killed by Beryl because when Ren's revealed and Zoi takes that hit with the Ginzuishou it purified him and, like Mamo is later in the season, left weakened and considered 'delirious' by Beryl who doesn't care she'll lose another of 'her' Generals because it means she'll have enough energy to get Dymi onside and keep Kunz loyal to her and scared of the Moon Witch's power.

With Kunz, well... we all kinda-sorta saw how many times Minako seemed to fall into his traps meant to nab Usa, not to mention their own history while she was in London. And he's killed as in canon because he would not be tricked by the images and lies the Witches from the Sky tried to force into his head, an unintended side-effect of how the SilMil's Last Day was shown, especially regarding her (Venus), into betraying his Liege; completely unknowing that he, technically, already has!

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trashmaglc · 13 days ago

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✰ Older boyfriend stiles ʚ♡ɞ

playıng: [too sweet] - [hozıer]

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#he’s a senior and you think him and his friends are super cool #you’re a junior who happened to be caught in his supernatural friends’ shenanigans #you see him around more often #he falls first but is terrified #he gets you flowers #he sneaks into your room #he’s overprotective but not controlling #(bonus points if you shut your mind off around him and might get a little air headed at times)#(bonus points for him because he knows it and with taunt you for it)#he occasionally pulls out the “who’s the older one here?’’#dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #stiles stilinski's!world #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles thoughts #older bf!stiles

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chaos-of-the-abyss · 6 months ago

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the idea that thingol would allow celegorm to forcefully marry luthien is one of the stupidest takes i've seen from this fandom and i've seen some pretty fucking stupid takes. thingol is such an overprotective dad that he's initially not willing to let luthien be involved even with someone that she does love and does choose. and you think he would let celegorm breathe near her? thingol would throttle that man with his bare hands

#what is it about thingol that obliterates people's brain cells anyway #the way most reasons i've seen of why people hate thingol are things he never even did. like you just made that up bc you already hate him #and are now looking for reasons to justify it #thingol THE original overprotective “no you cannot marry my daughter” dad would let her be married against her will?????#he gets hate for being controlling and possessive (understandably) but then he also gets hate for being... neglectful at BEST?#elu thingol #thingol #luthien tinuviel #luthien #lúthien tinúviel #lúthien #celegorm #tolkien tag #tolkien #jrr tolkien #lotr #the silmarillion

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ancha-aus · 5 months ago

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RealAgeAU Drabble - Friends Reunite

It is here! The moment has arrived! @spotaus are you ready friend?!

First Drabble Prev Drabble Next Drabble

I don't think we need an introduction to this part :3

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Nightmare watches out from the porch as he waits. They are waiting for Horror to finish putting their tools away.

As they wait Nightmare pulls on his clothes. feeling very nervous.

Killer grins "You look fine nighty."

Nightmare frowns "i guess..." he is wearing some of his new clothes. nice colourful ones. Things he never really wore. warm orange and pink today. it is loose and pretty. with a few nice ribbons as well.

Cross smiles as he helps him check his outfit "aren't you excited to see your friend again? I thought you missed him?"

Nightmare looks down as he rubs his arm "I do... Ccino is nice..." he isn't sure for a moment but tells them anyway "I was actually... When i thought you guys didn't... want to be near me... I had been on my way to him." he figured if there was any safe place for him it would be Ccino's.

Cross hugs him close "I am still so sorry we left you."

Nightmare shurgs and leans into the touch "you came back." that is what matters. they came back.

Horror walks over and rubs his skull and Nightmare leans into the tocuh with a happy sigh. Horror smiles a thim "ready to go little light?"

Nightmare feels embarrased at that new nickname. Sure he got used to Nightlight by now but little light is still new.

Horror chuckles and pets his skull again "ready?"

Nightmare leans into it still and nods "okay." he really wants to see Ccino. see if ccino still sees him as a friend.

after everything

after not visiting for so long.

after... now that he is different.

He doesn't fight it as Killer picks him up and holds him close "You sure you feel okay? Spine fine?"

Nightmare rolls his eye lights and nods "I feel fine." his spine only aches nowadays. Yet none of them seem willing to let him walk around a lot.

Nightmare doenst mind honestly. It is nice to be close to them and be held. like a long hug. it just feels nice and warm and safe.

Cross takes out his knife and cuts the fabric of the universe. a portal opens and cross smiles "ready to go."

And they step through.

The leave the warm autumn air for a chiller spring air and nightmare shivers slightly. Not truly becuase he is cold but mostly because he hadn't expected the sudden change.

Killer just holds him closer.

They are in an alleyway and Nightmare can see both Dust and Cross look around the corner. Nightmare feels so nervous. he tries to get any wrinkles out of his clothes as he waits.

What if Ccino didn't want to meet him again?

What if he was angry?

what if he hated him now?

Dust looks back at them "store is closed as we requested. I don't see anyone near."

Killer looks deeply unhappy but then he looks at Nightmare and sighs "okay. lets do this." still nightmare can feel himself be pulled closer and his face is hidden by killer's shoulder, making it a lot harder to see.

they move around and walk over.

he hears nothing for a while before a familiar voice speaks up.

"Wow you really are quiet..."

That is ccino. Oh no... maybe this was a mistake?

Dust hums "I pride myself on being quiet and unnoticable. I see you wanted to do this meeting after all."

Ccino sounds unamused as he answers "of course i do! But... i can't help but notice i don't see nightmare."

huh. guess killer is hiding himself and nightmare both behind the others.

DUst sounds unbothered "oh he is here. I just need to make sure nothing here could endanger him."

This time ccino actually sounds mad and insulted "I would never bring harm or danger to someone."

a moment of silence before Dust answers sounding very amused "good answer. Then I hope you also understand that all of this will stay between us and a secret from the multiverse as a whole?"

Ccino huffs "obviously."

Dust probably does something like a nod because the next thing he says is just Killer's name.

Nightmare feels killer move and probably step out into the open.

A dead silence around them. Nightmare takes a deep breath and pushes the anxiety down as he pulls back a bit from killer's shoulder and glances at ccino.

Ccino just stares at him. shock clearly on his face as he just takes the sight of him in. But... there is no anger or hurt or hate on his face.

Nightmare slowly raises a hand "hey ccino... it has been a while?"

Ccino shakes before smiling brightly "nightmare! You! It is actually you and you are okay!" then worry "wait are you okay?" he glares at dust "why is he a child?"

Dust shrugs as Cross slowly holds up the old Dreamtale book "yeah... that is a long story... at least as much as we know..."

Ccino looks between them before sighing but then he smiles "guess we can all just sit and talk? I will get the drinks and snacks."

nightmare leans against killer and the stress leaves his body. it is okay. ccino isn't mad. he doesn't hate him.

This is fine.

Nightmare pets one of the many cats that had swarmed him. all of them being the cat versions of his dads who all try to nuzzle and clean him.

Nightmare looks abck and notes that his dads are done explaining the situation to ccino. well as much as they know and understand it.

Dust's cat has disappeared a while ago but the other three are making up for it as they refuse to leave his side.

Ccino leans back "that... that is a lot..."

Killer snorts "that is putting it lightly. We have just decided to lay low."

cross smiles "yeah! Out of sight out of mind kinda deal. and it worked because they sned out the news about nightmare!"

ccino nods and seems to get it "meaning no one will bother you guys anymore..." he hold shis cup and frowns "then why? why risk any of it and come here?"

Dust shrugs "ngihtmare wanted to."

ccino blinks before smiling and shooting him a look. only to freeze and snort "you okay?" which makes the others also look over and stare in shock. probably noticing the very familiar looking cats.

nightmare speaks up "I think i need assistance..."

Dust is quick to free him from the cats's clutches but it doesn't discourage them as they just follow him again.

ccino chuckles as he hears the very confused questions about why the cats look like them. ccino shrugs "i don't know why. they just kinda show up here. and i can't exactly risk letting them wander and someone else who visits this universe find them."

which he then smiles brightly "This all does explain the new cat so much!"

nightmare blinks and tilts his skull "new cat?"

ccino grins and goes to the counter. he ducks behind it before removing a cat, dust's cat. then he walks over with noot in his arms but... nightmare frowns. his cat version doens't look so great.

Ccino gently lays it in killer's lap and killer immediantly starts petting it "holy... that is nightmare's cat?"

ccino hums and looks amused "from back when he had the god apples yes. but... about a year and a half ago he just got weaker and weaker and weaker."

nightmare puts it together "when i lost the apples's power."

ccino nods "i don't think Noot is your cat... but the apple's cat." ccino grins again and goes behind the counter for another moment before returning again. holding a very tiny kitten and- that is his own eyes staring back at him.

ccino carefully hands the kitten over to nightmare nad nightmare stares confused at his own cat.

ccino grins "i think that is your actual cat version." moments later dust's cat jumps into their laps as well and cleans the kitten's head for a moment before focussing on nightmare himself.

Nightmare shoots Dust a look to please help but Dust just watches him fondly. Not in any way in a hurry to save him from this very obvious and clear problem.

Killer snorts "The cats love you Night night."

Nightmare feels himself start to blush as Ccino nods "They always did. would follow him around and always gravitate towards him no matter where he sat." Ccino grins "Also when he fell asleep. They would refuse to leave his side."

Killer gasps and grins at Nightmare "Nap time with kitties? And you didn't invite me? I am hurt Nighty." he huffs but still grins "To make up for it... mmmmh... I want one of the kitty cuddle pictures." he holds up his camera.

Nightmare feels so embarrased and glares at Killer "Stop that."

Killer pouts "But you would look so cuuuute!" he says it like a whine and pouts "It is unfair he got to see it and not us!"

Nightmare huffs as he crosses his arms, it is slightly harder with Axe in his lap trying to get pets but he manages, "I was in the adult body back then anyway so it wasn't even cute."

Ccino shrugs "I mean. I must admit it was a very different side of your character that no one seemed aware of." he grins and shrugs afterwards as Ngihtmare stares at his friend with betrayal.

Ccino shrugs at the questioning look thrown his way by the others "I don't have pictures. I don't take picutres of customers that is weird. And even if i did i wouldn't do it of nightmare. too much risk someone finds it and realises he came by here a lot." he shrugs again.

Nightmare feels a bit smug and smiles a tiny bit "Told you Ccino was great." it takes a moment before his mind fully catches up and he feels embarresed again.

Ccino looks confused as Horror chuckles and shakes his skull "He is six. Nightmare is sitll getting used to some aspects of it."

Ccino blinks and looks curiously "and he was always six?"

Kilelr nods "Yup!! Just our tiny baby moving around a fake adult body made by god magic."

Ccino nods and looks thoughftul before muttering "explains feeling protective at least..."

Cross looks curious "What do you mean?"

Ccino blinsk and shrugs "after like the first visit? I felt very protective over nightmare. which is weird because god and all that. But this information? I guess my soul picked up on the fact there was an actual child in there even if i didn't know..."

Dust frowns "how could that be possible?"

Ccino shrugs again "Maybe it is because i work with animals a lot? I am already sensitive to their needs and theri shenanigans. Maybe it just included this as well. I am not sure." Ccino grins "It is also very new to me."

Cross frowns at him "How come you are this calm about this all? Nightmare visiting and stuff?"

Ccino blinks and shoots nightmare a look. Ngihtmare watches his friend, having wondered the same thing himself but never wanted to call attention to just how strange it had been.

Ccino looks at them "I just... never saw it as my place to question why the gods did what they do. You can try find logic in things sure... but there is no garentee that they would like... use the same logic as we would use. I figured nightmare was doing stuff for a reason and eventually i heard about balance stuff through the gossip and figured it was that." he rubs his cheek. "My biggest worry is honestly keeping the cats out of the cat treats. They are crafty."

Killer laughs and Nightmare watches his family actually relax and enjoy themselves.

See? This is why Nightmare loves Ccino's place. it is nice and peaceful and safe. It was why Nightmare had been planning on coming here after all.

Not that it ever came to that.

Ccino ends up going to the counter and retrieving some cake. Nightmare sits up and stares at the treat. it is his favourite! it is a vanilla cake with some peach frosting.

Ccino grins and gives everyone a piece and Nightmare happily starts eating his.

Ccino puts down a cup and Nightmare reaches for it only to frown "No coffee?"

Ccino laughs "Sorry Nightmare. I figured giving a six year olf caffeine isn't the best choice."

ngihtmare glares nad mutters "technically i am like 556..."

ccino looks unimpressed "Say that to your body, mind, magic and how all of our souls react to the sight of you. enjoy your chocolate milk." and he goes back to giving everyone else their drinks.

Nightmare grumbles but sips it. it is so warm and sweet and nightmare forgets his frustration as he enjoys his treats.

THe shop is warm and nice. it is all so familiar and the treats are just like that. his body relaxes and he feels so warm and happy.

Safe.

He is really safe... isn't he?

his treat is gone before he knows it and he tries to focus on the conversation of the others but it is all just warm and he feels so safe and he had been worried but there was no reason to worry at all.

He yawns and leans back against the large chair he is on. petting one of the cats near him as his sockets slowly close.

A soft plof gets their attnetion and they turn only to freeze.

holy shit.

Killer grins as he slowly pulls out his phone.

Nightmare had fallen asleep and has rolled up with some of the cats. One being his kitten version. the goop cat sits by his skull. clenaing him.

Killer aims the phone and siletnly takes a picture. that is 100% going on their picture wall!

Ccino grins and whispers "told you it happens."

Killer finishes taking the pictures and just leans against the chair. Nightmare is sound asleep. clearly the stress was higher than they thoguht it was if he is already this tired again. poor babybones.

Ccino gets to work on cleaning the plates and killer watches as Cross quickly offers the help him. Killer goes to play with the cats for a bit as dust and horror watch over their babybones.

God the cats are all so cute. though he can't pick a favourite. the others relax but it is very quickly time to go.

Dust gets up and mutters "we shoudl go. get him in bed so he can rest."

Ccino looks thorn but nods "Yeah. I get that- oh wait a second! I will be right back." and he rushes off.

Cross frowns "Why didn't he teleport."

Ngihtmare yawns as he rubs his sockets "Ccino can't teleport." he yawns againa s he leans against Dust in his hold "going home?"

Dust nods and nuzzles the tiny skull "That is the plan. you feeling oaky?"

Nightmare hums and nods "Yeah."

Ccino rushes back in and sighs in relieve "oh you guys are still here. good." he joins their side and grins as he holds up a set of keys. just two. Nihgtmare looks up confused but holds out his hand and Ccino places the keys in there. "for emergencies."

Nightmare looks at the keys confused before looking at Ccino.

Dust shoots him a look as well "what is that about?"

Ccino rolls his eye lights "calm down. As i said. It is for emergencies. if anything happens and he needs to hide anywhere. he can come here. I just want him to have his own set of keys in case i am not here." he huffs "I had been planning on giving him a set ages ago but... well... he couldn't visit for a while."

Killer huffs "We have a safe place and home." who the hell does this guy think he is?!

Ccino just looks at him unimpressed "Wasn't your hide out also safe?"

silence.

Ccino sighs as he rubs his face "Look. It is just a backup. just in case he needs to hide somewhere for a while. people won't expect him here."

okay... maybe that can work. Killer still shoots him a glare before nodding "fine." but if this guy even thinks about stealing their babybones...

Nigthmare however smiles a tiny bit "thanks ccino... means a lot..."

Ccino smiles and looks a bit more nervous "Can I hug you goodbye? I get it if you don't want that."

Ngihtmare considers it for a moment but nods as he looks at Dust. Dust watches Ccino for a moment but ends up handing over the tiny babybones.

Ccino just holds and hugs ngihtmare close and shakes slightly "I am so happy you are okay."

Nightmar ehums and seems to think for a moment before speaking "When... when i left the hideout... before they found me again.. I was on my way here."

Ccino blinks and looks surprised as Killer freezes.

He hadn't been making his way to dreamtale. Holy shit they had gotten so lucky that they managed to catch up with him.

Killer can't even be mad or jeaous about it. He feels a bit sad but even that is undeserved. They had deserted him. Left him behind when he was vulnerable. Of course he was trying to get to the one place that could give him shelter and safety.

Ccino laughs and nuzzles the tiny skull "You are always welcome here. You all are. I am happy to be able to call you my friend."

Ngihtamre blinks before smiling brightly. then he turns back and reaches for Dust. Dust immediantly moves forwards and takes their babybones back and only seeing dust holding him again calms Killer fully down.

Killer had never considered that nightmare had been any other end destination but Dreamtale. He had always figured that if they hadn't found Nightmare along the way they would have foudn him there.

Aparently it wouldnt have been that easy.

Nightmare would have gone here. to an AU they hadn't even been aware of. hiding away from preying eyes with someone who had no trouble lying through his teeth to anyone and everyone.

There is no way they would have found him. Not fast enough at least. Not fast enough before Ngihtmare got fully settled and comfortable. counting on someone else but them.

Ccino is unaware of the actual crisis this interaction caused. or maybe he is aware and he is just good at acting as if he doesn't know. He reassures them that he won't tell antoher soul about their visit and if they want to come by just send a message and they can figure it out.

The trip home is silent.

They enter their house and Dust goes straight to the nest where he rolls up with nightmare.

Nightmare looks up at him sleepy and confused "dad?"

and the doubt melted away. Killer fully relaxes and sees his mates do the same thing. Dust smiles nad nuzzles their babybones "Nothing. did you ahve a good day?"

Nightmare nods and yawns again before pushing himself closer to dust "yeah...."

dust hums and nzuzles the tiny skull "How is your spine?"

ngihtmare looks a bit more grumpy as he is kept away from his nap time "it is fine. doesn't hurt."

dust nods and nuzzles him "that is good."

Killer watches his mate and child fall asleep. All is well. their baby is happy and has a friend.

And now that he thinks about it? It is actually really good that they had a back up spot just in case.

Killer does not trust the multiverse with his mates and child.

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#utmv #realageau #nightmare sans #deaged nightmare #killer sans #cross sans #dust sans #horror sans #Ccino sans #It happened!#The baby met up wiht his old friend!#ccino: I WAS FUCKING RIGHT! I HAD ALL THE RIGHTS TO BE PROTECTIVE! I WIN!#nightmare: ... well this meeting is going better then expected :)#also. nightmare: my spine feels much better!#All the guys still holding him and hugging him close: neat.#Look they are all very clingy and possessive of their baby.#the fact nightmare can be left alone in the nest for short amounts of time is honestly already taking a lot of their self control.#And yeah Nightmare had originally been making his way over to Ccino. because he always felt safe there and Ccino is his friend!#The guys were worried but it is okay. ccino would always be his overprotective friend. the gang is his dads :)

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