#i will have my brother with me but i dunno if he's allowed to run the booth based on the rules lol

[cozylittleartblog]

getting into the artist alleys of your two local anime cons and being so excited vs but wait when do i get time to browse the artist alley then

[entitled-fangirl]

When it matters most.

Cregan Stark x Targaryen!wife!reader

Summary: Aemond goes to Winterfell to recruit his sister and her dragon for the Greens. Cregan will not allow that.

A/n: based on an ask!

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"DRAGON!"

Y/n and Cregan make eye contact, immediately standing from their seats at the table. 

Y/n runs to the window, while Cregan makes quick work of tying his cloak and moving to the door. 

Vhagar. 

She rushes after her husband, not caring for the proper clothing to shield the cold. 

She makes quick work of falling in step with him, grabbing his arm. 

Cregan's jaw clenched, a fear evident in his eyes. "Stay indoors."

"No."

Cregan's eyes close and he stops walking. "I said. Stay. Here."

"It is my brother. I will not let you go alone."

He takes a long and steady breath as he turns to her. His hands cup her face, "My beautiful wife, I do not care if it is our fiercest enemy or our greatest ally, you will stay indoors until I deem it safe for you."

A defeated look came to her eyes as Cregan released her. He gave her a final look before continuing on his path.

She watched him go, her gut wrenching with each step that he took.

Cregan had declared the North an ally of the Blacks only two moons ago. It made no sense for Aemond to suddenly appear in enemy territory.

She moved back to the dining hall, watching with bated breath from the window. Though she could see nothing now, she hoped that perhaps she'd gain a glimpse of what was to happen.

Soon, a servant entered the room, "Princess, Prince Aemond is within the castle walls."

Her blood ran cold. She turned her head to the servant. "In… Indoors?"

"Yes, Princess."

"Where?"

"I do not know." "And Cregan?"

"I am unsure."

She rested a hand on her forehead. "Very well, thank you."

The servant left, shutting the large doors behind her. 

If something had happened to the Queen, Jace would have written to her. She was sure of it. Someone would have.

But to ride straight to Winterfell was bold of Aemond regardless.

Riding into any enemy territory was bold. 

"Where is she?" Aemond's voice echoed down the corridor. 

A shudder ran down her spine at the sound of him so near. 

She abandoned the window, moving to the door. 

Does she dare try to leave? Or would that place her right into his hands?

In the skies, she would never run. Even against Vhagar, Silverwing was quicker. More agile. She'd have a fighting chance. 

But in the halls of Winterfell? She had nothing. 

She moved away from the door, looking around in panic. 

Without thinking, she ducked under the table, pulling her legs to her chest in hopes that she'd go unseen.

Sure enough, Aemond threw open the doors to the dining hall. 

She could tell it was him by the pace of his stride alone. 

The clicking of his boots neared, and she found herself holding her breath. 

The boots came into her line of sight, pausing in front of her. 

She wanted to scream when his knee hit the floor and his eye was suddenly trained on her. 

"Sister," he hummed lightly.

"Aemond," she whispered.

"You must get better servants," he mused. "Yours sing like canaries."

"Where is my husband?" 

His brows shot up, "Dunno. I haven't seen him."

Where was Cregan?

"Come out from there, dear sister."

"No."

A hummed resonated in his throat before he spoke, "Still stubborn as before. I had thought the North would drive that out of you. C'mon."

She shook her head, anger rising her her. "Leave, Aemond."

He sighed, "Be difficult then."

His hand encased her ankle, dragging her out with ease. 

She let out a scream as she sat up and began to pry his hands from her. 

Aemond was used to combat and seemed completely unfazed by her fighting. "Listen to me, sister."

She continued to fight until he straddled her, holding her arms above her head.

"Why must you always fight me?" He seethed.

She stilled, a fire lit behind her eyes, "The North has only hardened my heart to you, brother."

"īlon share ānogar, mandia," he growled. (We share blood, sister.)

"Nyke northern." She whispered. (I am Northern.)

He grunted in frustration, pushing himself off of her and standing. He pinched the bridge of his nose in anger, "You fight against your family. Against me."

She sits up, brushing off her dress, "I fight for the true heir. You and I both know we were not made out of love. Father did not care for us. Rhaenyra is to be Queen. Not Aegon."

"Watch yourself-"

"Aegon did not wish for this!" She yelled. She then used the table to help her stand as a thought came to her. "You are only here for my dragon. I thought you'd come to fight for Aegon, but no." She neared him, daring him to do something. "You only fight for yourself."

A hand shot out, gripping her throat tightly as the other rested over the handle of his dagger. He spoke through gritted teeth, "Do not speak of what you do not know."

"Might I remind you of the same?" Cregan's voice suddenly chimed in. 

Behind Aemond stood Lord Stark, Ice poking into the Prince's back.

"Tell me why I should not spear this sword into you now and end this war entirely?" Cregan threatened.

Aemond's jaw clenched as he stared at his sister who remained motionless. 

Finally, he let her go, cursing himself lightly when she dropped to the ground and coughed. 

"Turn yourself around and face me properly," Stark commanded.

Aemond did so with a look in his eye that could kill. "You command your prince-"

"I command the Green traitor scum that dared invade my home and threaten my wife."

"I still hold the fiercest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms," Aemond taunted. "What will stop me from burning all of the North down?"

"Then your war will be lost before it even begins," Cregan said lowly. "For I will hunt you down. And where a Stark leads, the North follows."

When Aemond stepped forward towards the Northernman, the tip of Ice rested against his stomach, the threat still there. "I am only here to return my sister to King's Landing."

"You touch her, and you die by my hands, Prince."

Aemond's head tilted, "So scared you'll lose the war?"

"Hardly," Cregan reasoned. "You're just not touching my wife."

"She," the prince pointed, "Is a Princess and a dragon rider first. Not your little northern wife."

"And yet she didn't choose you, did she?" Cregan mocked softly, enjoying the anger radiating from the man. "She chose to stay."

"She has no choice," Aemond gritted his teeth.

"And still she didn't choose you," He smiled. He looked past the prince, "Alright, pretty girl?"

Y/n looked up at the two, her fingers massaging her neck where bruising had already begun to show, "'m fine."

Cregan took that for an answer enough before turning his attention back to Aemond, "Leave before I change my mind."

Though filled with hatred, Aemond had no defense. He stepped away, his eye not leaving the Lord. "You'll regret this." He turned to his sister, "You'll wish you'd chosen differently."

She spoke up, her voice hoarse, "I shall see for myself."

Trying to force a unbothered tone, Aemond hummed, "Very well."

He then turned back on his heel, retreating from the hall.

The moment he was gone, Cregan abandoned Ice, kneeling in front of his wife, "Gods, what did he do to you?"

She held his hands, keeping them from wandering over her is panic, "Just some bruises. I promise. I'm alright."

"Forgive me. He had snuck past us men entirely and through the doors before any of us had even spotted him."

She shrugged, "You came when it mattered most."

"Aye," he smiled. "I always will, my girl."

She leaned forward, connecting their lips gently.

He groaned against her. "I always will."

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Taglist: @misswynters, @cosmosnkaz, @sithapprentice, @kaniromi, @lovemesomevesey, @its-jackie-bb, @8812-342, @thorins-queen-of-erebor, @kingdomzeldaquest @nyxbranwenn, @callsignwidow, @a1lexh-blog

[witherby]

Uncertain Home was so so so good! Absolute masterpiece! But I cant help but think about the rest of the Batfam's reactions when they find out about what happened. I just imagine that whenever any of the Batboy's are within range of Clark and Diana with Mouse, they just do that "Dont touch the child!" meme. This one if your not familiar with the meme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKHiIyNbE0o Just imagining them just appearing out of nowhere like the gremlins they are ready to bitch slap and throw hands at anyone who tries to hurt their mouse again is so funny to me for absolutely no reason at all.

A masterpiece? Thank you so much, that's incredibly flattering!!

Oh, the rest of the family is pissed for sure! The day after you're brought home, Bruce gives them the run-down and shows them the little contract you two made, reiterating that while he's not happy about other heroes intruding on Gotham excessively, he isn't outright banning anybody from the city. You, of course, are reassured that your family welcomes and loves you with open arms, content in the knowledge that they would do anything for you.

Your brothers all exchange looks with each other and unanimously decide that Clark and Diana aren't allowed to come by for a while, unless it's a world-ending emergency or something similar. If they try, each one will back up Damian's initial threats with little add-ons of their own.

"Oh, Flittermouse is home so you've gotta go!" Tim smiles politely up at Clark, refusing to let him past the front door. "I think you should stay in Metropolis, actually, unless explicitly invited here. Wouldn't want my dad's contingency files getting leaked to the wrong people, like, oh I dunno, Lex Luthor or something! Just a little thing to think about...bye!"

Diana barely makes it past the perimeter of the city before Jason, wearing the Red Hood getup, intercepts her with a not-so-casual wave.

"Y'know I really admire you," he says. "You're from a whole island of warriors, which is so badass. Warriors like..."

And then he just starts name-dropping her sisters. One by one. And her mother. And then mentions how lovely the architecture of the buildings are, in explicit detail. And then wonders aloud how difficult it might be to breach said buildings, how flammable the material constituting them could potentially be, and by the way, how hot a fire has to burn before bodies get reduced to ash...

Diana leaves quickly, face pale.

If they do have to come to Gotham for an emergency, Dick has you practically attached to him by the hip. His demeanor doesn't emotionally change — he smiles politely and cracks jokes like it's any old day — but the arm that isn't supporting you is clenched into a fist, and he won't allow either of them within five feet of you. If Clark happens to brush up against him by accident, he finds out real quickly that the escrima sticks on his back aren't resting in their usual sling, but instead a lead-lined compartment because the ends have been coated in a thin layer of kryptonite.

Bruce, knows what they're doing. Of course he does, he's their father and the world's greatest detective. He figured they'd go to extremes like this in a heartbeat.

The only reason he hasn't stepped in is because he's done the same thing. Your auntie Diana and Uncle Clark aren't the only ones in trouble, after all. Uncle J'onn is just the only one smart enough to receive a threat and not push the envelope.

[shivayagojo]

PORSCHE'S GIRL part 2 | F1

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NEW QUALIFYING RULES: THE BOTTOM 6 DRIVERS WILL BE ELIMINATED FROM Q1 AND Q2. Q3 WILL CONTINUE TO REMAIN THE TOP 10 DRIVERS.

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Old Drivers, New Teams. Old Teams, New Drivers. The stage is set for the qualifying in Melbourne. Who will take the first pole position in 2025?

tagged: lewishamilton, carlozsainz, avaflorence

see comments below

batteryacid: Florence's whole winter aesthetic in the Aussie heat is a MOOD

> foksmash: the lack of PR training be hittin' different

> aussie: Gives me Oscar vibes. no f's given.

lewis44: Man, seeing Lewis in red still does not feel right

> totosfav: Ikr!! I was looking at that Ferrari in FP3 was like that's Carlos Sainz- nope, Hamilton.

> plottwist: Manifesting a Ferrari 1-2 today!!

chuckleclerc: Lowkey excited to see how Hamilton and Leclerc gonna shake things up this season 👀🔥

> carbuff: Ferrari's about to serve some serious looks with that darker red livery

f1memes: Carlos getting pole here after getting sacked by Ferrari would be the funniest thing

> sainzstan: praying Sainz coming for that championship with THAT energy 👑

> fastlane: Guys, he's in a Williams. I love him, but please 🙏

Porsche F1: Ava Florence

Admin: Before we head off to your first Grand Prix, the fans want to get to know you a bit better. So let's introduce you to Australia. Firstly, what's your name and what team do you drive for?

"My name is Ava Florence and I drive for Porsche Penske... ah sh** its Martini right? Damn. Porsche Martini Motorsport Racing."

Admin: The F.I.A might penalize you for swearing.

"Ah I won't show up to community service anyway. Unless he did. If he did, I want pictures please."

Admin: What track are you looking most forward to?

"Spa. Literally grew up five minutes away from it. If I don't win there, I might cry. Suzuka would be cool too. Another home race."

Admin: Who was your racing idol?

"Dunno. Never had one. Of course I watched Vettel and Hamilton and Alonso when I was younger, but never really had someone I wanted to be like. The closest... Michele Mouton. She's amazing."

Admin: What's your relationship with Sebastian and Daniel?

"I love them. Seb is kinda like father. And Danny is big brother. Though I think I'm the smarter one... don't tell him that."

Daniel (Off-Camera): You're welcome!

"And he's flipping me off. Love you Danny!"

Admin: Lastly, what's are you looking to accomplish in your first Grand Prix.

"Win."

AUSTRALIA GRAND PRIX: Once again, Melbourne will host the opening round to a Formula 1 season and the excitement is high. McLaren are looking to capitalize on their massive improvements from last season, defending their crown. Red Bull fell off a cliff at the end of 2024, but they still think they can put a fight with their new driver line up. Ferrari has the most hype around them as they've signed Sir Lewis Hamilton, while Mercedes will try to pick up the pieces after Hamilton left.

         Q1 was a heated session and you could've sworn that this was 2023 all over again. Max Verstappen goes fastest, setting a 1:16.643. Only two other drivers cracked into the one minute sixteen margins. Lando followed Verstappen with a 1:16.720, but Charles narrowly took that second spot with 1:26.715. Both Mercedes out high performances in 1:17 and Lewis Hamilton set the fastest of that bunch of 1:17.062, landing him P4 in the first session. Porsche's were the dark horses, setting times for P5 and P7.

          AVA ROLLED INTO the pit lane, her voice teething on the radio:

FLORENCE I have no pace on the straights. Sector 2 is a joke.

HENRY Understood, Ava. Bring the car into the pits, we'll have a look at the front wing.

FLORENCE Where's Seb?

HENRY He's 5th at the moment. He's running a different set up than you.

THUS the issues began with every new team. Sebastian got the "preferred" set-up, a high suspension to increase speed on the straights and allow him to pick up time during qualifying. But Ava had done it before. She's raced with terrible setups and she's always found a way through... and F1 was her dream. If she was gonna be with Porsche, she was gonna have driving done the beautiful way.

          Q2 was a mixed batch of drivers on top. Verstappen fell off his dominance, but he managed to stay in for the next round at P8. Lando once again topped the timing sheets, but Oscar and Leclerc were catching up, Oscar now cracking into the 1:16 times. Hamilton also managed to break in, but still couldn't manage to stick himself in the top 3. It was Sebastian turn to fall to P9 after fumbling Turn 1 and Turn 3 of his laps. Ava settled herself behind the 7x champion in fifth. Coming into the pits, she remained quiet. She hated every second right now. Sure, fifth was a great start to her first EVER F1 race, but she had to fight the car through every corner to get it to where it was. For that effort, she felt she deserved more. She put on footage from Lando's qualifying lap and waited for the final session to begin.

          LECLERC HAS GONE OFF — he spun is car around in Turn 1 and sent it straight to the gravel, failing to set a time for the final session. This was Lando's chance. With competition from Charles gone, he easily snatched the top timings, but Oscar was there; first sector, green, second sector, yellow, third sector - hard brake, attacking the apex, carrying that momentum into the final chicane - purple. But was it enough?

Oscar Piastri : +.097

OSCAR WAS DEVASTED. P2was a great lap, but to know he was only nine hundreds off pole in his home Grand Prix hurt. However, that wasn't the only salt to his wound.

"We ride on board with Ava Florence as she's about to begin her lap. Martin, why don't you give us some insight."

"Certainly, Crofty. She's just gonna come up on the final corner and activate the DRS and down she goes for her lap. Picks up speed to 8th gear, breaks at the 100 meter mark, down to third, hits the apex, up to fifth. Late braking into Turn 3, a little too late, bad exit off the corner. Nicely hugs the apex into Turn 4 and flat out for Turn 5. Faster than her pedal best by a tenth."

"Now, Ava Florence, that is, the Porsche driver. She was complaining about the bad speeds on the straights. We can see that right here on Turn 5."

"Absolutely, and she's gonna have to make up as much as she can in the corners.. here, she crosses the DRS detection zone, it's a yellow second sector. Turn 9, a hard braking zone, she angles her car beautifully, attacking the apex, but being cautious on the curbs. She carries that momentum into Turn 10 - just look at how fast she is in those corners. DRS Zone now... down to third gear, wide entry into Turn 11, just what she needs and she stays smooth on the throttle in Turn 22. Back into third gear for Turn 14 and beautiful exit out of Turn 14 as she hits the DRS."

"And it will be Ava Florence who will take P2 away from Oscar Piastri. She goes purple on the final sector."

"Unbelievable final sector from that rookie. Like you said Crofty, having to fight that car all day and certainly not an easy afternoon for the lady, but she's made it work. As here comes here teammate Sebastian Vettel climbing up to P6."

HENRY That is P2 for tomorrow. P2. Well done, Ava.

FLORENCE YES! Oh I hated this qualifying so much, but happy with this result. What's an Aussie thing I can say for the fans?

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The eyes of our top three in qualifying. Time to hit the grid hard on Sunday. 👊

tagged: lando, avaflorence, oscarpiastri

see comments below

delulu4ferrari: Another year, another season where Ferrari plays with my heart.

> chuckleclerc: Charles going on in Q3 gave me France PTSD.

teamLH: How did Lewis not manage to get a single top 3 placement in any session?? Rigged!

> lululemoncalled: Hear me out... maybe he's new to the team?? Just saying.

> oscarpastry: Only TeamLH and Mad Max fans can look at a P4 qualifying and say it was rigged against them.

florence4ever: No hate to Seb, but they gave mama the worse setup and she cooked.

> delusion: How many letters in Formula 1?

visacashapptookmymoney: Piastri fans, how we feeling?

> pawastri: chill

> piastri_leclerc: dead

> leos.brother: trynna stay sane

2025 Australian Starting Grid

Lando Norris

Ava Florence

Oscar Piastri

Lewis Hamilton

George Russell

Max Verstappen

Sebastian Vettel

Nico Hulkenberg

Andrea Kimi Antonelli

Charles Leclerc

Gabriel Bortoleto

Carlos Sainz

Liam Lawson

Fernando Alonso

Yuki Tsunoda

Esteban Ocon

Ollie Bearman

Lance Stroll

Alexander Albon

Pierre Gasly

Isack Hadjar

Jack Doohan

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View from the top of Australia is so good you can see Stuttgart from here.

tagged: avaflorence, sebsatianvettel

see comments below

vettel_forever: Sebastian P7 to podium, calling it now! 🏆

> florence4ever: Porsche 1-2 from day one 💯

racingnews24: Audi: "We're joining F1!" Porsche: "Hold my beer" 🍻

> f1_memer: The German Civil War continues

> delulu: Out qualified both Audi's and Ava had the worse set up. Queen shit.

audif1: Enjoy the view while it lasts. See you on race day.

> hulk: Get Nico a podium and then talk!

> shoey4ricc: I want Hulkenberg on the podium so badly, but Audi kinda dug themselves a grave by doing all this.

SUNDAY CAME FAST, and the grid was lined up for the 2025 Formula 1 season. The nerves and expectations were on everyone. Lando couldn't manage to dethrone Max in 2024, but everyone said he can do it this year. He had the fast car, he had the pole position, and all he needed was to maintain it. But Ava was right behind. Rookie or not,  she stole P2 from the second McLaren, arguably the fastest car on the grid right now. Speaking of him, Oscar wanted this race win badly. Every driver dreams of winning a Grand Prix, but many dream of winning their home race. This race was crucial for Oscar, not just for the championship, but for his pride.

          NEXT YEAR IS OUR YEAR was Ferrari's slogan for the past 17 years. This year had to be the year though. They had two mega-star drivers. They invested everything into Leclerc. They invested everything into Hamilton. They were just a millimeter away last year. They want to a mile ahead this year.

"Welcome along to the first round of 2025 Formula 1 Season. We are in Melbourne, Australia at the beautiful Albert Park circuit to kick off the start of what is surely going to be a spectacular season. We've got 58 laps ahead of his round, a 3.28 mile circuit and the lap record, set by Charles Leclerc in 2024. 4 DRS zones here, more than any other circuit, around 14 corners. Let's take a look at our grid."

"It was a wild qualifying this year, like it is every year. The lap record holder spun off in Q3, landing him 10th on the grid. But if any driver can make a comeback, it is him. Drivers to watch out for - obviously, we have the pole sitter, Lando Norris. He's been on fire all weekend. Can he finish the job today?"

"We'll certain see, Martin, but the driver behind him isn't going make it easy. Ava Florence, the rookie for Porsche, stunned everyone yesterday. She'll sits P2, only seven hundredths off Norris' time."

HENRY Okay, Ava. Don't worry too much about your start. Our goal is to make these tires last longer than the competition.

"And that Ava certainly will do. She starts on soft tires for the Grand Prix, but she's running a higher suspension than the rest of the top 10, so she might be out on the track for a long time before she comes into the pits. The question is: was that the right call?"

"Only time will tell, Martin, but now the drivers finish up their formation lap... IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO! Immediately, Ava gets a good jump, she's right on Lando, Max in the back passes on Russel as we head down to the first corner AND AVA GETS TO THE APEX FIRST, SHE LEADS IN, AND SHE TAKES THE POSITION. Once again, Lando Norris will not get to the first corner from pole in pole. Oscar right behind Lando, can't get away-

"The Williams just hit the Aston Martin. Who is it? Debris is going everywhere. Pierre Gasly gets through the disaster, but that's... that's Albon and Stroll there. Stroll's car is beached on the gravel."

"Up ahead, Ava continues her lead into Turn 5 heading for end of the first sector. Behind is Lando, Oscar, Hamilton, Verstappen, Vettel, Russell, Hulkenberg, Antonelli, and Leclerc to round out the top ten.

"We saw Verstappen pass Russell at the start, but looks like Vettel passed him too. He's put into sixth. Let's have a look at crash. Albon is still racing, but car is limping on the road. He's desperately trying to get to the pits. But Stroll... Yeah, he's getting out of the car. Lance Stroll is out of the race. So, first corner, first lap, and we already have our first retirement of 2025."

"Such a shame, especially with Newey entering the Aston department to help them with their new 2026 Honda engine deal. Not the start Aston Martin wanted for their first race. But at least Alonso is still in the race, he's climbed up two places into P12. And here as he are about to finish up the first lap, Ava is still the driver leading into Turns 13 and 14. The gap to Lando has extended, but not to Oscar. The Australian staring at his teammates rear wing. No DRS yet, but in due time, he just might be able to get ahead of Lando."

Lap 3:

TURN 1 - LAW overtakes SAI on the inside lane, sweeping in to take P13

TURN 8 - LEC passes ANT on the outside to take P9

Lap 6:

AVA FLORENCE SETS FASTEST LAP : LEAD +1.350

LAP 9:

TURN 7 -  PIA passes NOR on the inside to take P2

OSCAR PIASTRI SETS FASTED LAP : GAP TO P1 +3.545

LAP 10 - 12:

WHEEL-TO-WHEEL BATTLE:

"Max Verstappen closes the gap with DRS. He's right on Hamilton's gearbox. He makes the lunge into Turn 1 on the inside. But Hamilton just holds on to the position. Verstappen and Hamilton, wheel to once again. They've shown thrilling battles before, but they've also know some jaw-dropping incidents. Verstappen makes the move on the outside. Can he make it stick? They're so close into Turn 4. Verstappen has to back off. Hamilton, defending that P4 with all his might."

"Back into the opening straight and DRS with Verstappen. He makes the lunge once again. He is denied once again. Hamilton continues to defend the position. Up ahead, Florence extends her lead to four seconds. And behind, Leclerc passes Hulkenberg. But all eyes are on these two. Who's going to come out on top?"

HENRY Hamilton and Verstappen are occupied with one another. We're happy to pit now. Your choice.

FLORENCE I think I can extend this stint.

"For the third straight time, Verstappen tries it on the inside line. This time, he gets it to stick, just a sliver ahead of Hamilton. And that is all the space Verstappen needed to get ahead in P4. Behind, Sebastian Vettel has caught up with the two. From fighting one 4x time Red Bull champion to another."

LAP 14:

AVA PIT STOP : 3.1 SECONDS | P6

TURN 5 - LEC passes RUS to take P7

LAP 16:

AVA FLORENCE SETS FASTEST LAP : GAP TO P1 +12.345

TURN 9 - ALO makes a clean pass on ANT for P10

LAP 20:

TURN 3 - BOR overtakes HUL on the outside to claim P9

TURN 7 - SAI and LAW engage in a brief battle, with SAI maintaining P13

LAP 25:

AVA FLORENCE PIT STOP : 2.8 SECONDS | P4 

"Ava Florence emerges from the pits in P4, right behind George Russell. And She's immediately looking for the attack, looking for a way past the British driver. She tries to make a move on the inside of Turn 1, but Russell aggressively defends that position. Not much she could do there.

"Turn 1, and Florence fancies her chances on the inside, but Russell's having none of it. He's defending like his life depends on it! Through the next corner, it's anybody's guess who'll come out on top. They're so close you couldn't slip a piece of paper between them!"

"And now, Turn 3, Florence bravely goes for the outside line. It's a bold move, but- OH MY GOODNESS! CONTACT BETWEEN RUSSELL AND FLORENCE! SHE'S OFF THE TRACK! What drama we're seeing here, ladies and gentlemen!"

RUSSELL Nothing I could do. I had no space.

FLORENCE Someone tell this f***** that he's not Hamilton at Mercedes.

HENRY Any damage?

FLORENCE No damage. Just trying to say sane. What's Russell saying?

HENRY Russell is reporting front wing damage.

FLORENCE Karma!

"She doesn't so happy, does she, Crofty? That was quite a rip on Russell. But the Stewards will be looking into that incident and surely, that's a penalty for Russell. He was on the inside lane, Florence gave him plenty of room. No need for him to push her off the track like that."

"He will see the result of that penalty indeed, but right now Florence has lost crucial time and position. She's rejoined right behind Gabriel Bortoleto."

"I will say. Gabriel Bortoleto, the driver from out of Brazil, has done phenomenally well in his first race. I think we knew had talent, but were wondering what to make off it since he was starting in Sauber. But then Audi announced they would the join the early. And look at how its played out."

"Indeed, it's gone great for the team. Of course, the team they were directly responding to is right behind him."

LAP 28:

TURN 1 - VET makes a daring move on HAM, briefly taking P4 before HAM reclaims it in Turn 2

LAP 30:

"AND HERE WE GO! It's an absolute THRILLER between Florence and Bortoleto battling for P5! OH MY GOODNESS, WHAT A FIGHT WE'RE SEEING!"

"Look at the precision, the commitment from both drivers. Both sides are respecting the space for the other drivers, but neither side is giving up any sort of room. It's strange how that works, but that's an F3 and F2 champion fighting right here. Florence is showing tremendous tactical awareness ."

"INTO TURN 3 - BORTOLETO DEFENDS! HE'S HOLDING THE RACING LINE! BUT WAIT - FLORENCE ISN'T BACKING DOWN! SWITCH TO THE INSIDE FOR TURN 4 - SHE'S DONE IT! FLORENCE MAKES THE MOVE STICK! LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY SHE GOES! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT PIECE OF RACING!"

"Brilliant overtake. That's the kind of move that separates good drivers from great drivers. Clean, calculated, and absolutely decisive. Many said that if Florence continued to race in F2, she'd give Bortoleto a run for the title. And this right here shows it."

LAP 35:

LANDO NORRIS PIT STOP : 2.7 SECONDS | P4

LEWIS HAMILTON PIT STOP : 3.6 SECONDS | P6

AVA FLORENCE MOVES UP TO P2

LAP 40:

TURN 9 - ANT and HUL battle for P10, with ANT holding on by mere tenths

LAP 48:

"Florence has been relentlessly chasing down Piastri. Look at that - she's right on his gearbox, the gap closing down faster than a pit stop. Florence goes for the inside, but Piastri - what a defensive move! He covers it off brilliantly."

"Piastri has made a big jump in his defensive ability. We saw him defend Hamilton on the start and he's doing a beautiful job here."

"She's not giving up yet. She feints to the outside... cuts back to the inside. They're side-by-side through Turn 1, neither driver willing to give an inch! This is wheel-to-wheel racing at its absolute finest!"

"Piastri has the inside line for Turn 2, but Florence is hanging in there."

LAP 49:

TURN 3 - LEC makes a bold move on NOR, taking P4

TURN 8 - BOR defends P8 from a charging ALO

LAP 50:

"Florence has been calculatingher next move for laps. When will she unleash? Oscar Piastri is waiting, ready to defend. Look at this - she gets a phenomenal exit out of the final corner, using that slipstream down the main straight DRS wide open, and she's pulling alongside Piastri - they're NECK AND NECK into Turn 1! Florence brakes later, takes the inside line, and MAKES THE PASS STICK! WHAT A MOVE!"

"Absolutely spectacular, Crofty. That's how you make a race-defining move! She knew she had slipstream, she knew exactly the kind of space Piastri was going to give her and she took advantage of it. Brilliant. Brilliant racing."

LAP 52:

TURN 3 - LEC overtakes HAM, taking P3

LAP 58:

"Ava Florence hasn't been in Formula 1 for long, but she's already made history. The first female driver on the grid since Giovanna Amati in 1992. She will become the 9th driver to stand on the podium in their first race. And the second driver since Giancarlo Baghetti in 1961 to win their first ever Formula 1 Race. AVA FLORENCE WINS THE AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX!"

HENRY Congratulations, Ava! You've freaking done it!

FLORENCE OH MY GOD!! SIGN THIS, TAT IT, STICK ON A NOTE AND PUT IT ON MY HELMET! I DON'T CARE! I JUST WON IT!!

RUDI Okay, that's P7, Seb. Good job. Welcome back to the grid.

VETTEL Yeah, a little rusty. But amazing feeling. Thank you guys

RUDI And Ava won the race, by the way.

VETTEL Hah, really? Amazing. Gute Arbeit!

AUSTRALIA GRAND PRIX RESULTS

1. AVA FLORENCE (+25)

2. OSCAR PIASTRI (+18)

3. CHARLES LECLERC (+15)

4. LEWIS HAMILTON (+12)

5. LANDO NORRIS (+10)

6. MAX VERSTAPPEN (+8)

7. SEBASTIAN VETTEL (+6)

8. GABRIEL BORTOLETO (+4)

9. FERNANDO ALONSO (+2)

10. GEORGE RUSSELL (+1)

11. ANDREA KIMI ANTONELLI

12. NICO HULKENBERG

13. LIAM LAWSON

14. CARLOS SAINZ

15. YUKI TSUNODA

16. OLLIE BEARMAN

17. ESTABAN OCON

18. PIERRE GASLY

19. ISACK HADJAR

20. JACK DOOHAN

21. ALEXANDER ALBON [DNF]

22. LANCE STROLL [DNF] f1

SIGN THIS, TAT IT, STICK ON A NOTE AND PUT IT ON HER HELMET! WE DON'T CARE! AVA FLORENCE WINS THE AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX!

tagged: avaflorence

see comments below

f1_memer: Audi watching this like 👀

> totosheadphones: Absolutely cooked Bortoleto in the race 🔥

madmax: That's how you make an entrance in F1! Welcome, Porsche!

racing_queen: George's front wing is probably still shaking from that incident

> chuckleclerc: inchident

boomerhumor: George "He turned into me" Russell strikes again😅 What a race!

florence4ever: Ava probably some of the best radio messages here: "someone tell him he's not Hamilton at Mercedes" 😭

> goatifi: She stole Fernando's "KARMA" 💀

AUSTRALIA POST-RACE INTERVIEW

Interviewer: Congratulation, Ava. Your first race in F1 and already a win in your bag.

Ava: Hello~ How are you? Thank you so much. You look fantastic.

Interview: I think you look better than me.

Ava: Oh shut up. Tell me where you got that dress from. I need to grab something before I leave the land down under.

Interview: I'll let you know after this. Tell us, what are your emotions on your win? Guide us through this race.

Ava: Yeah, I mean... To be honest, even though I was P2, I thought a win was far away. You know, we ran a bad setup on the car. I struggled in qualifying to even get into some of the sessions but you know, we got P2 in the end. And so then I had to convert that to something in the race. Norris I saw had a slow reaction on the start, so I took the opportunity to get past him into turn one and then from there 1st put stop, you know, pretty good. But then the 2nd pit stop... came out right behind Russell. I thought, you know, I could go for this overtake And, he thought to be an idiot and turned into me when I was on the outside. So I don't know what happened there. I'm not complaining with the end result, but definitely was complaining on that one. Then I had a little fight with Gabriel. I got past him. Norris went into the pits, gave me the second position that I needed. And on Piastri, I was just waiting for DRS to kick in. And I knew that was going to be my opportunity and I got it.

Interview: So, Oscar, you were very close to winning your home Grand Prix. What are you feeling here?

Oscar: Yeah, tough. I was leading for a while. Confident I could get the race win. And then Ava came behind me and it was tough to keep her away. P2 is a strong position. Helps me, helps the team. But I definitely wished I got first.

Interview: Charles, after that spin in Q3, you started 10th on the grid. You worked your way up to the podium. How was it?

Charles: It was good. The car had pace. Obviously, not as much as we wanted, but I made some good overtakes. We had a solid strategy. By the time, I passed Lewis, the McLarens were too far ahead. Overall, strong result for the team. We'll look into the data to see where we can improve because we're definitely faster than what was shown today.

HOWEVER, all that aside, the fans of F1 wanted to know one thing and one thing only. What did the drivers think of Ava Florence? She was the first point scoring woman in F1 history. The first race-winning woman in F1 history.

Oscar: She's very quick. She's a tough racer. It was very hard to defend against her. She's pretty relentless.

Lando: She's crazy good. I mean, first race, first win. You don't just do that randomly. So, she's proven herself.

Charles: I think the race showed it. She has the pace and the racecraft to compete with the best. Very strong qualifier. Strong pace. Not many flaws I would saw. For a rookie, that's incredible.

Lewis: It's amazing to see her race. Not only is she crazy fast, but she's representing women out there in motorsport. You know, when I was growing up, there wasn't any driver that I could look to and say, "He's like me." I got the opportunity to be that kind of driver for others. And I'm sure she's now going to be a huge inspiration for women all over the world. Major props to her.

Max: She's fast. I mean, that's the basis of what you need to compete. And she has it.

Sebastian: Ava is an incredible racer. Porsche has a lot of trust in her and for good reason. She's a strong driver, and a strong person too. She doesn't let the comments get to her. And her character is one of the best out there. Happy for her. Congrats on the race win. Hopefully, many more will come.

Gabriel: The same as before. Competing against her in F3 was definitely one of the most challenging moments of my life. And now we're both on the highest level of racing. Yeah, that's it. She's fast. She's tough. She's great.

Fernando: Fantastic performance. She definitely stands out and she has great race pace, great awareness, overall just fantastic for motorsport as a whole. I don't really care if she's a woman or not. She's got the speed to compete with everyone else.

George: I think, for a rookie, it's a impressive performance. But you're going to have the rookie mistakes that everyone makes. You know, a lot of them are overly ambitious.

Carlos: She's great. Very good race she had today. Happy to see representation on the grid. I hope the best for her.

avaflorence

Australia, whatever you were, I hate you and I love you. First race, first win. Thank you. And I seriously recommend some eyewear for some of these drivers.

see comments below

f1_fanatic92: Love-hate relationships are the best! Congrats on your first win, Ava! 🏆💖

> throughgoeshamilton: "Love-hate relationships are the best." Serious question, are you okay?

ausgp: Come back next year and maybe you're mind will change 😉

motorsport_daily: "I hate you and I love you" - the perfect description of F1!

> delulu: average ferrari fan

landonorris: Congrats... I guess

> avaflorence: No need to be salty honey. Australia is already surrounded by an ocean.

> florence4ever: 😭😭

vettel_forever: First race, first win, and already throwing shade?

> team44: Rusell was fuming in the post-race interview 💀

> hamland: Bro def saw her radio message. He's cooked.

alldatime: She stole Fernando's "yoke", "karma," and his celebration. El Padre 2.0?

> avaflorence: El Madre ���️

porschef1

We kept the receipts. Double points finish in Australia.

tagged: avaflorence, sebastianvettel

see comments below

lululemoncalled: Someone check in on Audi. I don't think they're doing so well.

delulu: Ava was fighting with the McLarens and Hulkenberg was struggling with Antonelli 💀

vettel_forever: Schumacher 🤝 Vettel joining a German based team after retirement

> schumi: Bro was really copying his idol to the max.

audif1: See you in China.

> porschef1: 🧾

WORLD DRIVERS CHAMPIONSHIP

WORLD CONSTRUCTOR CHAMPIONSHIP

taglist: @freyathehuntress

[distressxox]

Headcanons: How the Papas treat you during your time of the month ♡

!nsfw undertones, afab body parts mentioned (obv)

Primo / Papa Emeritus I

• Knows when it starts and when it ends, he keeps a very close eye on those types of things. He even reminds you when it's coming up

• Has the most experience with this type or situation from the rest of his brothers because of his age.

• VERY Understanding

• Always there when you need to cry. Will try his best not to get on your bad side or tease you that often

• Constantly reassures you about your emotions.

• "My love, it's okay to be upset about (insert sort of dumb reason to be upset)"

• Washes your clothes when you accidentally get blood on them, you are NOT doing any physical labor on his watch.

• Will run you a nice bath with rose petals picked from the ministry garden.

• Will also read you your favorite book while you're in said bath.

• Gentle touches on your arms as he looks you in the eye to distract you from cramps.

• Spoils you rotten with kisses and whatever else you desire~

• Offers to give you other means of relieving pains. Wink wink

Secondo / Papa Emeritus II

• Is also very experienced with this

• Wanna talk about spoiled rotten? THIS MAN WILL GET YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT ON THE SPOT

• Use his body as a heating pad, especially his hands.

• The master at giving lower body massages to help soothe your pain.

• Kisses kisses kisses. He plants them everywhere when he senses that you need him.

• Will drop everything he's doing just to be with you for the day if you request.

• As the biggest and physically strongest papa, he will not hesitate to carry you anywhere if it gets that bad.

• Whispers romantic poetry in your ear while you take recovery naps.

• Also doesn't want you doing too much work, he'll send a Ghoul to watch after you whilst you do your daily tasks when he's busy.

Terzo / Papa Emeritus III

• Prepares your bed. Propped up and fluffed pillows, your favorite texture of blankets folded right there for you. Unless, you'd like to spend the night with him ;)

• The least experienced out of all the Papas. His experience with lovers have been great in quantity but low in quality as they're all usually 1 night stands or short flings. Until...he met you.

• Of course he knows what a period is, but he struggles at first with not knowing what to do for you.

• Gets the hang of it very quickly tho

• Flowers and more flowers. Surprises you with a new bouquet everyday of the cycle.

• Wants to make you laugh and smile as much as possible, so expect a bunch of corny jokes.

• Is that a frown he sees?

• "What's the difference between a glass of wine and an erection" "I dunno?" "You're not giving me a glass of wine right now" "PAPA-"

• Is gentle as possible with you, doesn't want to overdo the affection. Because let's be honest, on a normal day he'd be sneaking you passionate kisses every few minutes

• Expect your favorite dinner every night for the next few days, he's pretty good at cooking.

Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

• Even if you feel gross and ugly, you are still currently the sexiest thing ever to him. And he will definitely remind you of that.

• Does research on what to do, makes special plans for the both of you.

• Please, he also needs reassurance that you're okay. Otherwise he's going to be sweating his paint off worrying about you.

• Also a corny joke teller, they're more like dad jokes though.

• Gets food delivered for you. Unlike his brothers, he's a threat to the kitchen and not allowed anywhere near it.

• "Um...aha.... what size" gulp "what size- pu..ssy, do you wear?"

• Honestly he wants to know about what it's like experiencing it. So he always asks questions and is willing to learn more.

• Accidentally calls you his little ketchup packet, it made you laugh so hard that he thought you stopped breathing.

• Kisses and snuggles into your lower abdomen, he reallyyyy likes it when you're a little bloated because it provides extra cushion

• Literally melts when he sees you in your pajamas, cuddled up to a heating pad, and eating whatever.

Psst heyyy, thanks for reading my first post <3 ❤️

[meowsgirldrawing]

Obey Me! Brothers as Fathers

Kinda part of that Poly! AU I’ve talked about before. So this can be read as either that or separate. The kids are all original characters, but MC can be read as any gender in this. Remember- this is Devildom so any way of kids happening could go. Either surrogate, magic ways, or natural so literally, anybody can read this. (Male, Female, Gender Neutral, whatever you prefer is all Welcomed <;3)

Not my best work, but I like it enough to post it. So yeah...

Enjoy^^

AOT Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/46350262 

Masterlist- Link

Warnings?- Talks of violence (Satan’s), Use of the word Sl*t and derogatory terms/harrasment (Mammon’s) and that’s mostly it. Asmo calls someone a b*tch but thats basic Asmo at this point.

Lucifer--------------------- 

He feels the urge, the one he’s felt with his brothers for years. To sigh, to pitch his brow, an outward showism of his displeasure of the situation.

But he ignores it because he knows what reaction he’ll get from the little girl at his feet. She’ll curl up tighter, grip the plastic of her glasses tenser in those small hands of hers.

Practically achieve the exact opposite of what he wants.

He manages a silent sigh, joining her level in a kneel.

“Lillie..” The noirette head doesn’t budge much, if only, just to bury further. He doesn’t comment and instead runs a soothing palm across her back. Soothing out the creases along her small uniform. “What’s the matter? Do you no longer want to participate?”

The small crowd of parents in the auditorium is loud. If he were in his demon form, surely it would’ve been louder. Thankfully, this form allows him to hear his little one.

“....mnm…” Well. Barely.

“Darling, I can’t understand when your face is covered.” Gently so, when she picks it up, his fingers trail to cup her cheek. It’s damp. And continues to be so as new tears prick out and smear downward. His thumb rubs in little wipe-aways.

“..I dunno..I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” For a man known for such high power, his voice stays low.

“The stage..I don’t want to go up..” Her eyes dart to the theater doors in front of them then back.

“And why’s that?” A small part of him feels like it’s wavering on powerless and helpless as her bottom lip wobbles.

“Cause…Cause I-I don’t want to..to embarrass you.”

Stab. Twist.

His sigh spooks her but she keeps her chin high at him. She knows lowering it back down won’t help either.

“Darling, you can never embarrass me. At the very least not on stage.”

“I can’t?”

“Of course not.” Lucifer offers a smile, and brings his hand to her head, gently pulling out the tangles in small strokes. “You want to know why?”

Her brow furrows, seeming entirely confused. When she can’t think of anything, the same eyes as his spouse greets him again.

“Cause you’re my daughter. And what’s our family known for?”

“..Pride?”

“Exactly. I have never been un-prideful of you. And I never will be.” He takes her glasses, her grip falling without hesitation. Giving them a good cleanse from tears and dirt of the dangling coat on his shoulder, he pushes her long locks away, mindful of the pins, and slides her glasses slowly back.

Cheezy at best, and his spouse will be surely teasing him about it later, but it brings a smile to her face. One shy but growing.

He helps her up, patting off her patterned skirt and button up. And once she looks composed, his arm finds her violin. It was a few feet away, a hazard that thankfully didn’t come true.

“Now…Lillith..”The face of a suddenly new girl shines back at him as he turns around, violin stretched for her grasp. “Do you no longer want to participate?”

A similar gleam to the one of a certain human flickers as she takes it. “ I do.”

“Good.” He bends slightly, kissing the 7 year old’s forehead, “Then do me even prouder, my dear.”

Mammon--------------

A snort escapes him before he can even want to try and stop it. Why should he? This is comedy gold!

The other demon, one tight in some odd get up, is basically begging to get away from his fiery hellspawn.

A 15 year old girl. He’s pretty sure if she had better control of her power, she’d be using it to make that pale hair of hers turn into fire, really playing into the ‘You fucked up really damn bad” card.

Just like his little human back at home.

What brought this whole thing on?

Simple.

As the father-daughter duo just finished up a nice day of shopping, trying to look for a new outfit for her 16th next Friday, they decided to stroll pass on the lonely street on their laughter-filled walk home. Sweet Varya was just-a bubbling with excitement, her two shaded eyes brimming with possibilities. 16. Sixteen. The big teen! While Mammon was a tad solemn at the idea of her getting bigger, another year gone until the pending day she won’t need her dear old man anymore, he couldn’t help but share the excitement. His sole focus was her and not letting anything make her upset today.

And he was doing a remarkable streak!.....Until someone had to jump in and ruin it.

“Hey sl*t!”

Mammon’s head snapped, finding the demon leering from afar. His daughter rolled her eyes and tugged on his jacket, “C’mon pops.” She already heard enough of this at school. Just ignore ‘em and move on.

“Hey!” They’re quick, making it across the street, following in from several good meters behind them, “I’m talkin’ to ya, b*tch!”

Mammon wraps an arm around her, something he questions why he didn’t before. His glare is searing from under his hood. “She ain’t interested, pal.” He feels a wack on his arm.

The other demon just up and ignores him, “C’mon beautiful, ditch this f*cker already, yeah?”

It went similar to this for a good minute longer, the two trying to ignore their presence, even Mammon moving to stop and wanting to ape on their ass but Varya pulls him away, claiming he’s worth nothin’.

The demon, hearing this loud and clear, starts spitting insult after insult at Mammon.

Varya’s been very calm about this, praying to get home without dealing with a fight she knows her dad will win, up until the demon spats out his last insult.

“Scummy f*ckin’-”

Within mere seconds the demon was forced to the ground.

Aaaaaand here we are now.

“Who gives ya tha damn right to talk ta my father that way?!”

“Nani?!” The demon screeches.

She may not be facing him, but it’s little thought of her appearance.

Gold lacing her irises, maybe the same tipping into her snow hair that dangles past her upper torso, teeth bared and baby fangs out. Varya not fearing a ting of holding back. “My old man is someone yer very lucky thinks more than fights, cause if he were anyone else, you’d be more than sobbin’ on tha ground right now, ya soddin’ sot!”

‘Soddin’ sot?’ “Must’ve gotten it from Satan or Luci.” His mumbles don't reach either pair of ears. Huh..He should’ve  gotten some popcorn if he knew this was gonna happen. Okay, obviously he’s not happy with hearin’ his little girl get called derogatory shit, but her reaction now… by-his-previous-father get him a camera cause this is amazing.

Though all good things must come to an end…

His back pocket vibrates. As his daughter keeps backlashing obscenities in front of him, the demon forever continuing to cower under her wrath, Mammon hums a little tune while plucking the device up.

His arms adjust all the bags he grasps onto one arm, unlocking the screen, a nice photo of his sweet human and their hellraising daughter of course, and dragging up the messages.

My Treasure: Are you guys on the way yet? I got the noodles on the way.

His fingers go fast. He hears some added shuffling upfront.

Mams<3: Ya better believe it. Might take a sec tho. Yer daughter’s dealin’ with some shrub.

My Treasure: Get her to kick their ass later then, otherwise she’ll miss the food.

“Yo, darls. Yer mom’s/pop’s askin’ for ya. We gotta get home quick if we don’t wanna miss dinner.” He calls out, shoving back his phone.

“Yeah yeah..” Just when the mess on the ground thinks she’s finally done, tired of her torment as she spins on heel. She has little to no hesitation in proving him wrong. 

Twisting back around and slamming down a good, and I mean good, few inch heel right into the ground. 

Mere centimeters from their groin.

Mammon lets a low whistle ride at the sight of short cracks in the ground. Guess she does have good control.

The demon is whimpering, shaking from his very core as their pale face is stuck at the sight. Their eyes flick up, meeting that dangerous gold. “Try somethin’ like that again….”

“-And you’ll burn all their favorite toy collections?!” Howls Mammon.

“What?” Varya’s lips pull into a pout, “Not my fault I guessed right.”

“Oh yes! ‘Cause that just made it even fuckin’ better!” His laugh goes echoing down the street.

“What do you mean? ‘Even better’?”

Mammon keeps the voice the same, full of humor, “Just knowin’ how ya think of yer pops.” He says it so nonchalant too. “I’m glad yer startin’ ta think that now. Be a pain if ya didn’t.”

Varya’s smirk wipes away, a frown replacing it. She...wasn’t expecting that. 

“...Dad.”

His hand that was at the gate, ready to just push it and follow in, stills at her palm on his sleeve, “The hell ya talkin’ about?” Her head shakes as if she can’t believe her ears.

“That…that you don’t think I’m some scummy fucker?” He reiterates.

“I’ve never thought that of ya?.. It be stupid if I did.”

Mammon may or may not have cried in his spouse’s arms that night.

Leviathan-----------

He should web search:

Can human/demon hybrid children survive long times in water?

His phone is just casually placed on the sink a few feet behind him, wouldn’t take long.

Like 5…or 10…or 1 minute long.

……………..

How long does it take for a human to pass out again??

He doesn’t have a f-ing clue! Oh..how he wishes MC stayed longer, they’d know exactly what to do.

Pressing the towel against his tank top, bending into his knee, he ruffles up his TSL patterned night pants, dipping a leg into the water.

The tub was big enough to be considered a kiddie pool instead of a usual tub, but still just as deep. His son just had to convince him to use it for bathtime, and he also just had to convince him of how great it would be to add in lots of bubbles.

Yeah.. His hand tries to wats away some out of his path, very great…said no one but his son.

“Rhomb!” His whistle beats into the sizable bathroom, “Come out! Pappa can’t see you!”

You’d think the bubbles would keep out a child of Rhomb’s age from trying to diver under constantly, yeah? Well, thanks to Mc’s grand and lovely mind- seriously it was quite smart at the time-, they were able to get tear-free bath bubbles, as he did keep going under water.

In the few moment’s Levi’s ever had, he once again curses his more aquatic biology.

Keeping a tight grip on his rolled up pants- they may be rolled up, safely out of water, but you never know!- he carefully shuffles around the bath, eyes wide alert for any shifting waters.

He has to go slow, otherwise, he might end up with a snappy toddler and his aching tiny tail.

And that just be- wait..

Woh, there!

At one side of the tub, closer to the one with a mirror, a sliver of light purple slides up then back down again, quick as a whip.

Following the slight wave of the water, it’s suddenly more clear despite the constant bubble brigade, he can see Rhomb’s pattern.

Swim around the ring, stop at the mirror and turn clockwise or counterclockwise. Huh…

In rare moments, here and there, he can see that dark purple mop of hair on his head tease the surface, eyes hidden well. But not enough, Levi can see him watching him. A tilt of his son’s head through the wading waters and he’s off swimming again.

A shiver runs up his back.

It’s like a damn shark.

Oh come on, you stupid otaku! You’ve been the Admiral of Hell’s Navy for millenniums! You’ve fought in the Great Celestial War alongside your siblings, dealt with un-amountable and hellish enemies even after, are you really going to be afraid of a tiny, pipsqueak, guppy-looking-

Yes. Yes he is.

First rule of having a human/demon child, class-Fish-

Avoid the chompers.

But- The water sloshes against a higher part of his leg, the yelp-worthy cold shooting up his nerves, if not, more. He has to get his son out before the cold sets in and a grumpy toddler won’t be the worst of his problems.

With that and an affirming nod to himself, he braces a leg, summons up his tail for extra leverage and gets his game face on.

Funny, he should’ve really been paying more attention….he would’ve been able to see the glimpse of purple riding up behind him.

Time blip---^^^

MC returns home close to an hour later, tugging off their jacket and half-hazardly tossing the keys into the stationed bowl.

Their call echos in their lovely abode, yet goes unanswered.

When pausing at the kitchen doorway, it becomes clear as to why.

Set in one of the dining chairs is Levi, eyes tinged a bit red around the dark look he gives off. Hollow and defeated.

The poor papa flinches as their 3 year old’s teeth sinks further into the dark purple tail coiled around him and his blanket. Golden laced eyes leering up at Levi.

“...Should I ask..?”

Levi only mouths one word, ‘Help.’

Satan-----------

Libbey has kept her head down since being picked up.

The school called up her father, explaining her little incident with another student at lunch, claiming she violently attacked the poor other demon. Satan had no will to believe it until he saw the photos.

Before he made any real assumptions, he turned to her and asked her reasoning for this attack.

Now they’re driving, possibly home. She can handle a phone being taken away, most likely grounded from anything fun for the week suspension that’s been bestowed upon her, but she dreads the impending lecture.

Oh dear, would Lucifer join? Both in the same room? Giving her a lecture that could last her unknowing mortal/immortal life as they know it?

Where’s mamma/papa when you need them?

“We’re here.”

Gnawing her cheek, she bites back a groan as she lolls her eyes up.

She’s fully expecting to see the suspicious opening of their homey gates, maybe the rare glance of Cerberus minding the perimeter in his patrol, a sibling or two out and about making their chaos known to the world.

She doesn’t get that. Instead, she gets a nice and cozy looking cafe shop, a simple yet cottage core vibe sign planted on the front, with a giant, winking cartoon cat next to an equally cartoonish coffee treat. On the outside, there are various sets of outdoor furniture such as tables and chairs sat under colorful and patterned umbrellas.

“...Are we at a cat cafe?” Her lips are close to making her mumble as her eyes stray on the collared cats wandering around the windows.

“Yep” He pops the ‘p’, grabbing his wallet. “Come on.”

Libbey gapes at her father getting out. When her brain catches up, she’s already scrambling out of the car, calling out to him, “D-dad! But-but I got into a fight!”

“Yeah you did.” Satan’s going at a leisurely pace, eyes glimmering at the myriad of cats that await him.

“I fractured his wing!”

“Yep.”

“I gave him lacerations all over, even on his tail! That’s one of the most sensitive spots on a demon’s body!”

“Oh yeah..” His feet falter in their next step, then proceeds with as little as a thrown over the shoulder, “That’s correct.”

Libbey hands twitch for her hair, “He possibly has a concussion for what I did!”

“I would suspect so after getting tossed like a ragdoll at a wall.”

“DAD!” Her hand clings to his jacket, tugging him back, “Why are we here??”

“Why wouldn’t we?” He answers, adding in a suspicious tilt of the head, “You were only defending yourself.”

“But I-”

“Libbey, I need you to understand this.” His sleeve escapes but soon lands a hand on her shoulder, “You may have lost some control of your anger. It happens, but I know you know better too. I will never punish you for defending yourself, alright?”

His hand shifts, now behind her shoulder to start nudging. When she tries to object, still flabbergasted at his response, he’s quick to shut her possible words up with, “Now get inside so we can play with the cats.”

Asmodeus--------

Circle number 1,589

Circle number 1,590

Circle number 1,591

Circle number-

“We get it, Asmo! You’re worried! Now pipe it down and join our show or get out!!” Mammon practically hisses. He’s here to get away from his counting based job, not to do something entirely similar.

Asmo stops steamrolling in his 1,592nd circle behind the couch. Leviathan is too engrossed into the film to comment his own coequal tease. Truthfully, it would fall on deaf ears as Asmo doesn’t hesitate to roughly spin around, seething at the teeth.

“I’m more than worried! I’m fretting!!!” His fangs threaten blindly to a nonchalant Mammon. Said brother’s offer is an uninvolved eye roll, flicking back to the scene playing out on the flat screen.

Asmo’s chest lets out a great huff, marching right over and in front of Mammon, arms crossed.

A resounding moan shows his brother’s discontempt, edging his head left and right to try and see the screen. “Amso! Seriously?!”

“My sweet baby boy is out there with a possible witch-bitch, all alone without me or our darling, MC to back him up! Who knows how his…date..could have been raised?!” Hurriedly, his pacemarking starts right up again, this time doing odd circles around the couch, “They probably didn’t even bring him flowers!”

“Didn’t he do the flower thing?” Levi avoids Mammon’s swats and hisses. He scoots away from their kicking and whining older brother.

“YES! But that’s because I raised him to be the perfect gentleman!”

“And MC.” Mammon relents once.

“Yes- But who knows how that other child thinks??” His feet pause in their momentum for a preferable deride, “My baby must be miserable!”

“Why are you so worried about it anyway?” Mammon’s finger rubs at his ear before flicking, “The kid is 16, almost 17 now.”

“Besides, he’s literally half demon,” Levi swallows down, licking off chocolate, “After passing nearly every single test Lucifer and Satan have thrown at him about self defense, I think Quinn can handle himself.”

That has Asmodeus, the always extravagant diva, screeching to a halt. Ugh! Yes, he knows his son if more than capable to protect himself if need be. But- he’s talking about mentally. Emotionally.

Beel may be the one picked out as the most emotionally in-tuned brother, especially when it comes to the kids, but Asmo….Quinn is his diamond in the rough, one that he prides himself in protecting as his might lets him.

 Especially when it involves his own sin.

These two won’t get it… Asmo scorns a final look over his shoulder, before retreating from the living room.

Time Blipppppp

Quinn lets the door close behind him, locking it up before ringing and tossing his keys into the bowl of many,many personally designed keys plotted abutting the door.

His whistling follows him into the dubbed ‘Kids’ Kitchen. It’s just an extra kitchen made for the kids to keep Beel from raiding all the attendants in the household of food.

He pops open a cold pop, leaning into the island’s top whilst thumbing through his phone.

Quinn lets slip a muffled chuckle at the photos he and the-honest-to-the-all-not-mighty cute witch he’s been able to treat tonight. Such a shy one too, hiding behind his arm in between getting jumpscared by a raunchy horror attraction after the next.

In face of horror, they continued to give him a bright smile in the midst of their excited hopping, so he’s confident they enjoyed it just the same. He’ll make sure to bring them to a more relaxed type of date next time however.

The silence that is 2 AM gets barged open by an Asmodeus sized battering ram.

Frantic footsteps, that are the only ones Quinn can detect but not ready for, fly for the kitchen entrance. Asmo darts around it’s corner, and immediately throws arms around Quinn.

“QUINN!”

The teen stumbles back, smacking his pop down to keep from spilling. His free arm clutches his dad’s robe, begging for steadiness. “ Dad?! ”

Asmodeus pops up and his hands flag to Quinn’s face, “Are you ok? How was the date??”

Although the dramatic behavior from Asmodeus wouldn’t be new to him, it’s late . Asmo’s usually in bed by now, clinging to his routine like a lifeline if no plans are made previously. All for the sake of his precious skin.

Quinn blinks once then twice, “Uh..Great?”

Asmo gasps as if he’s found out the worst news, “That’s a question! I knew it!” He nearly breathes out fire, hands planting at Quinn’s shoulders, “I promise you, you can tell me what happened! I will never judge you, my darling. No matter what it is!”

But..he thought he already told him what happened technically? He and his date had a night all year around Haunted Circus. They never changed plans. Even if they did so, Quinn promised to let them know in case they needed to know location wise.

Resting his own hands on top of Asmo’s, his voice turns odd, “..We went to the Haunted Circus like I told you we would, ate ice cream, and some popcorn. Y’know, the usual?” At his father’s crossed features, he adds, “We never changed location. I would’ve told ya if we did, pops.”

It takes a moment of silence between them. Then silk pink shoulders drop, “That’s it?”

Quinn nods, brow still raised.

Suddenly it’s like he never panicked, never cried. His mood completely flips like a coin, all preppy and piper once again. He releases a long sigh of relief, and shines a smile.

Quinn gets pulled into a hug, arms tight around his shoulders, “Thank goodness!~ I was working up an icky sweat there for a second! I’m glad you had a good time, baby!” He pulls back for a second, eyes flashing in gold mixed with high pinks, “Right?~”

For the sake of everyone, including himself, Quinn just nods. Only for his deadpan face to turn into a soft smirk when getting yanked into a new hug.

Eyes roll with no real meaning as he circles his arms right back, patting his Dad’s upper back. “Pops.”

“Hm?” Asmo hums into his shoulder, fiddling with his jacket.

“They’re ace.”

His body stills, waiting a beat or two, then relaxes, “Oh.”

Quinn can’t help his chuckle, squeezing Asmo once, “I’m good. Promise.”

Asmodeus sighs again, this time it’s heavy and as if he’s just released all his worries at once, “I know…I just-” His body sags, leaning tighter on Quinn.

“I know, pops. I know.”

“I love you.” He whispers. Part of him hasn’t a clue why. Another definitely does.

Quinn copies, grinning into his shoulder, “I love you too, Dad.”

Beelzebub-------

She’s so tiny.

Is tiny ok?

He expected her to be big, considered at least a bit above average for humans. Not only for her demon blood, but for his, the father’s, size. He gets compared to Diavolo himself a lot, and even without those teases, he knows he’s a big guy.

Yet…

She came out so little.

6 pounds, 8.5 ounces. MC said that’s considered a little below average.

Fingers, so frail and so gentle, touch the hand that hovers near her.

Beel gulps, glancing to his side. Belphie leans on his cow pillow, watching the interaction with a soft look, lidded eyes. The same colored eyes match in gaze.

He decided to stick to Beel as MC rested, planting himself down and staying silent besides small sighs of usual sleepiness here and there.

It’s like he could tell his nerves spiked up at the single thought of being alone with the newborn. Like he couldn’t trust himself enough, silently hoping for MC or Belphie, or any of his other brothers who were hanging out in the room next over.

“You’re fine.” Belphie mutters. His hand lays by his coddling arm.

“She’s small.” Beel whispers. The shock hasn’t made an inch of moving yet.

“I know,” His lip quirks, “Ironic, huh?”

“She might have my eating habits.”

A snort comes at the word ‘habits’ before Belphie starts silently chuckling, not wanting to wake the sleepy girl. “The only thing Lucifer might hate.”

“She can stay tiny.”

“Maybe, some of them human kids do turn chunky quick.”

“She might be more human.”

The thought came to mind more after she was born. Before, it was different, if was like ‘Oh, she’s going to have human blood’ and that was it.

No, now .  Now it’s different.

Now it hit- stabbed- slapped him square in the face, just as much as her squishy image did when she was passed over to him so gently-like. All bundled up, curled in a small, whimpering ball of proof of his love for MC. A love that has taken hold of him and molded, no, extended vastly over the same little baby in his arms.

He’s not a poet by any means. Sure, he acknowledges his soft persona towards his loved ones, but never been a poet or writer. But, he could have sworn the moment reminded him so much of those books Satan or Lucifer have read aloud sometimes.

It stunned him just as much as it scared him.

“Yeah.” His twin offers up a shrug, leaning back, “That’s what happens when a human and demon have a kid.”

“She’ll be more vulnerable.” Beel feels a frown come on, staring down at the swaddled infant. He’s seen the other side of vulnerability. It’s scary, suffocating, you feel as if you can’t escape from its clutches no matter how hard you try. It’s even worse if a monster is the one…

He swallows, facing morphing into a faint grimace, if a monster is the one eating you.

Second nature takes over, Belphie’s hand swaying up to touch his blanketed arm. “Beel.”

The ginger doesn’t move his head an inch, but his eyes glance back up. Belphie’s soft look is gone, but it lingers, only just barely. His brother needs to understand.

“She’s not going to get hurt.” Belphie’s finger lifts, pointing at a sleeping MC, “For one, she’s got a kick-ass parent 1 over there, who’s been through hell and back with us, literally, to the point that people would have to kill them to get to her. And even then, gotta deal with their return.” And with a grin like he’s used to this joke by now, “I should know, honestly.”

Before Beel can lecture him, Belphie side swipes his comment and continues, waving a hand to the door, “ 2nd, she’s got a whole squad of demon family members who’d stop at nothing to keep her safe, myself included.”

Beel watches his direction turn to him; he damps down the urge to squeeze his arms barely a centimeter, “3rd, she’s not only got more demons- including the King himself and his lame-ass butler, but a magical weirdo human, an angel and his dog. Plus-” Belphie smirks, a mix between soft and smug, as he waves towards Beel,

“She’s got one of the most soft-hearted, yet most unyieldingly protective Dad in all three realms, who’d I know already will succeed anytime someone so much as dares to breathe wrong in her direction.” With that, he crosses his arms and flops back in the chair. “She’s going to be fine, Beel. Everyone knows it, including you .”

Beel stares at him a second, processing everything. Thoughts swirl in his head, many wanting to disagree with Belphie, new ones ready to snap at those, and others that keep going back and forth between both groups.

Belphie doesn’t comment on his face, but Beel soon notices the eye widening and lip quirking.

He’s staring at his Frankie.

As soon as he joins, he gets why he can’t stop.

She’s looking up at him. Fingers gracing the pink and white blanket edge, gripping just a little in small fists before letting go; her mouth stays slightly open, as if vaguely gaping at the giant infront of her. Her hints of ginger hair peek through the blanket as she tilts her head faintly.

But the thing that has both twins stopping in their tracks,

The purple eyes. Tinged with the classical match of poppy red closer to the edge, they practically beam up, focused solely on him. For eons, the only other person the twin’s have known to have those eyes were each other. It was just about the only thing they had in common beside their brotherly love for each other and the people around them. Everything else had been different one way or another, from colors, to activities, to hobbies, to who they were as people.

Now someone else shared their eyes.

Beel feels his throat tighten for once. MC had been able to make him feel full for the first time when they met, a feeling that could barely ever change even if Beel himself tried to make it so. It seems that has extended too.

They hardly change effect as she suddenly grins, all gummy and squishy cheeks.

When her hand flies up, reaching for him, a shaky hand covers it.

He will protect her , Belphie’s hand pats his shoulder, a half chuckle/half covered sniffle meeting his ears, he promises.

Belphegor--------

“Papa” Patting at his cheek. More patting joins at his arm.

“Popi!” A whine at his right, echos that is the growl of, “Papa!” at his left.

Belphegor mutters a curse in the blessed Devildom tongue, shifting and flopping into a comfortable position. Away from his kids.

Behind him is a huff, Ryder hissing out, “Papa!”

“Papa is sleeping.” Waves off Belphie, tucking his arm back under his classic cow pillow. Too hyper for him. If the two didn’t look like him, both having a relatively noticeable amount of faded indigo hair, he’d think they’d be Mammon’s kids instead.

The noise dies down for a limited moment or two before two small bodies find themselves on him, one tugging at his arm while the other trying to annoy him by being as limp as possible.

“Paaaa!” River whines. Belphie’s eye twitches. His tail lifts, and goes on pushing at them. Shoo shoo. A drastically tinier tail swats back at it. Probably Ryder, he tends to keep his tail out more.

“Whaaaaat?” Belphie mocks dramatically in return.

Ryder, able to get the tail back enough, “We have a question!” the tail flicks and bops forward,  meeting his face. Sputtering, he fights it back, growling about ‘weirdo dad’. A smirk crawls on Belphie’s face. Ryder wacks the limb away again, glaring at his annoyance of a dad the whole time.

“What.”

It’s only now they pause in their annoying ways. The twins have a moment of looking at each other, sharing a silent conversation. Ryder looks insistent, small brows down in a frown. At the same time, River doesn’t glance around, but tilts their head with a pouty lip.

Belphie’s ready to close his eyes and sleep again. A hand pats his face. “Papa”

Lifting his hand, he covers their face right back. “River.”

Ryder does the talking, “ How are babies made?”

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

His blankets dip further down as he rolls away, covering the back of his head with the giant pillow he’s always dragged around with him for major eons. “Go ask Mammon.”

Ryder’s huff flips with crossed arms, “ He said to ask you.”

“Yeah!” River’s tail swishes as he relaxes on the bed, belly flop style.

“Go ask Lucifer then.”

“He’s out with Uncle Diavolo.”

“King Diavolo!” Corrects River. But Ryder’s only response is, “Shut up.”

Belphie lifts the pillow for one second, flapping his tail at Ryder, “Don’t tell your brother to shut up.” A second later, he’s turning to River, “But don’t call him that.”

Again, with the small pout, but they sigh and nod. Although, it’s plainly clear it’s as reluctant as his morning schedule.

They seriously need to stop hanging so much with Lucifer. Loves his older brother, seriously, but he doesn’t need at least one of his kids mimicking him now.

It’s like a nightmare come true.

“Satan.”

“He started going on a lecture that we were too young to hear about it but-”

“Ryder asked him if that made him Lucifer’s kid.” Belphie snorts at River’s pointed finger. Ryder smacks it down without looking at him.

“We were kicked out of his room.”

Belphie’s face says it all. He’s amused. Not surprised. Maybe a tad impressed with their unconcerned attitudes about it. His kids are just as mischievous as him, quote unquote from MC themselves.

Poor Satan though, his co-CEO of Anti-Lucifer club.

Such shame.

Anyway-

“Asmode-” Belphie actually gives a good brain cell a turn there, then backtracks, shaking his head. Horror fills his mind at what Asmo could say, “Actually, don’t ever ask Asmodeus. I will catch you both if you do.”

His oldest twin scrunches his nose, the younger one sticks out his tongue and mocks a gag, “You think we’re stupid?” Ryder gapes.

“You think?” River echoes.

“How about Beel?” As weird as it is, Beel might know how to explain it the right way. And to kids nonetheless? Hell, he’d probably use the most oddly ‘child friendly’ way of explaining ‘it’ to a child.

“Out with Momma/Dad.” Both this time. River plays pattycake with the bed, patting his hands in a rhythmic motion.

Damn it. That means MC is off the list too. Ughhhhhh.

His head flies back under the pillow, “Then no.”

There’s a short growl before sudden weight falls on him. He groans, huffing into his pillow while River giggles out a call of their brother’s name then joins in at Belphie’s side.

“Tell us!” A proud demand from the hybrid on his back. Hands gripped into his hoodie, tugging and yanking with all his might. Belphie’s body did shift slightly, not enough however. “You don’t wanna know, kid.”

River half growls, “Yes we do!”

“Nah, kid. Seriously-” The two lock eyes. Their dad looks almost entirely serious for once. “You don’t.” There's been a handful of times their dad has looked serious, and for him to look close to it. They’re inclined to believe him.

They turn, opening their mouth to stop Ryder when he stumbles, somehow on someone’s back, and starts falling. A yelp escapes his lips, sliding as quick as lightning off their dad’s back and off the side of the bed.

Now the bed isn’t big. He’d probably get the most, a biggish bruise if he fell too hard.

Still, Belphie’s tail flies out, grabbing his son by the waist, and yanking him back to safety, back to him. Flipping back on his side, gently pushing River away a fair amount, he opens his arms and lets his tail drop the kid like an old fashioned airdrop.

Ryder would grunt at impact, if he wasn’t already swaddled by an unexpected hug by Belphie.

Wait,

 did I say hug? 

I meant trap.

 The arms around him are tough to beat, caging him in like a rat in a snake coil. As he squirms and snarls, desperate to get free, Belphie’s head plays with his hair, “Oh my sweet son. Oh my sweet boy.”

“DAAD!!”  

“SOOOO soso beautiful!”

“I’M A BOY!”

“You saying a boy can’t be beautiful?” He tsks, “Asmodeus is gonna be heartbroken.”

At first, River is laughing, been giggling at the sight since they saw Ryder safe. When eyes turn on them however, they’re immediately bolting.

Again the tail. Again the kid falling.

The twins are as different as the ying yang symbol. One is fighting for freedom, growling and hissing kiddie curses at Belphie; the other is giggling away and acting like they’re the same, but they’re really just snuggling in deeper and clutching onto Belphie’s left arm.

Noisy kids.  

Belphie smirks as he lets out another tease, furthering Ryder’s temper, his kids.

Heres the kids if people are interested- I will post more about them soon, so look out!

[gracies-baby]

Fight?

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"Mmm.. Gracie" Y/n moans as she sits in her girlfriend's lap when Gracie connects her lips to her neck. The brunette smirks against her girlfriend's neck before sinking her teeth in gently, leaving a purple mark. Y/n grips Gracie's hair before they're interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. Gracie lets out an annoyed groan before pulling away from her girlfriend, allowing her to get off her lap and back into the passenger seat.

"Mom? I'm kinda busy right now, can this wait?" Gracie speaks into her phones speaker while slowly running her fingers up her girlfriends thigh.

"I just wanted to know if Y/n's coming for dinner tonight" her mother replies before Y/n agrees with a smile. Gracie quickly says goodbye before hanging up the phone and connecting her lips with her girlfriends again. Y/n mumbles something against her lips before pulling away again.

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Y/n asks with a smile as she runs her finger over Gracie's eyebrow.

"Uh, I dunno. I'm not doing anything but we can hangout if you want" Gracie replies only to see Y/n's smile turn to a frown.

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what? Is there a birthday tomorrow? Or a holiday?" Gracie asks with confusion clear on her face.

"It's nothing. Forget about it. I should probably go home actually" Y/n sits back in her seat and looks out the window.

"I thought you were coming over for dinner?" Gracie replies as she places her hand on Y/n's thigh.

"I can't. I just remembered I have to help my mom with something" She replies before pushing the brunettes hand off her thigh, leaving the girl with a hurt frown.

"Okay.. I'll take you home" Gracie gives the girl a soft smile before starting her car and driving to her girlfriend's house. The two drive in silence before the Abrams girl speaks.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No"

"You seem like you are. If you're mad, tell me. So I can fix it"

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just tired" Gracie sighs as she pulls up to her girlfriends house and stops the car. The brunette leans in for a kiss only for Y/n to slam the door in her face. She watches her girlfriend walk inside before driving away with a frown on her face.

--

"You're home early. Did something happen?" Y/n's mother, Taylor, asks when her daughter walks inside their house.

"Gracie's an asshole" Y/n mumbles as she slams the door behind her and sits on the couch next to her mom.

"What did she do? Do I need to talk to her?" Taylor mumbles, angry at her daughter's girlfriend.

"She forgot our anniversary. Either that or she just doesn't think it's something to celebrate" Y/n replies with tears in her eyes as she leans her head on her mother's shoulder.

"I'm sure she doesn't think that. She probably just lost her train of thought. That girl loves you, there's no way she forgot your anniversary" Taylor wraps her arm around her daughter's shoulder, pulling her closer. Y/n just hugs her mother closer, hiding her face in her shoulder. h

--

"Where's Y/n? Wasn't she coming for dinner?" Gracie's mom asks from the kitchen when she sees her daughter walk in with a frown.

"Yeah, she can't make it. She said she needs to help her mom with something"

"Oh no, what did you do?" Katie asks with a frown as she gives her daughter a sharp glare.

"Nothing!"

"Gracie.."

"Fine! She asked me what the plan was for tomorrow and I told her I didn't have anything going on. I'm just trying to surprise her for our anniversary. If I told her then it wouldn't be a surprise" Gracie replies as she sits on the couch with a groan.

"So you pretended you forgot about it? Wow, girlfriend of the year right here" Gracie's older brother says as he enters the room to get a glass of water.

"Yeah, well, at least I have a girlfriend" Gracie replies as she sends her brother a glare.

"Maybe for now, but that stunt you just pulled might change that"

"That's enough, Henry go to your room" Katie cuts in as the boy rolls his eyes before walking away with his glass of water.

"Y/n's not gonna break up with you" Gracie's mother tells her when she sees the worried look on her daughters face.

"Yeah. I just have to make this surprise really good"

--

The next day, Gracie finds herself standing on the front porch of the Swift household. She nervously rings the doorbell before the door is opened by a tall, blonde woman.

"Uh hi.. is Y/n home?" Gracie asks nervously, worried that her girlfriends mother would be mad at her.

"I'm not sure she wants to see you right now" Taylor says sending the girl a stern look.

"I just- I have something to show her. Can I come in please?" Taylor sighs before moving aside, giving the brunette room to walk inside.

"She's in her room. Just a warning, she's been pretty mad at you. I wouldn't do anything that would piss her off"

"Thanks for the tip" Gracie replies nervously before she walks up the stairs to her girlfriends room before knocking on the door.

"Y/n? Can I come in?" The door opens to reveal a shorter girl, glaring up at the brunette.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to show you something. Can you come with me?" Gracie asks with a sheepish smile. Y/n stares at the girl before hesitantly grabbing her bag and following the brunette to her car.

"I got these for you" Gracie tells the girl as she hands her a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you" Y/n mutters, trying to hide her smile. Gracie starts the car after giving her girlfriend a peck on the cheek and begins driving to their destination. After a short drive, Gracie parks the car before getting out and opening the passenger side door for Y/n.

"Where are we?" Yn asks seeing the forest the Gracie has parked in.

"This is our anniversary date" Gracie replies, pulling her girlfriend further into the forest before Y/n gasps at the sight in front of her. There is a big river with fairy lights hanging above it and lanterns hanging from the trees around it, the light bouncing off the river leaving a golden glow on the water.

"Gracie, what-" Y/n begins with tears in her eyes.

"You didn't really think I forgot our anniversary, did you? I just needed this to be a surprise. I'm so sorry I upset you, but I hope this makes up for it" Gracie pulls out a jewelry box and hands it to her girlfriend.

"Gracie, you didn't have to get me this. It must have cost you a fortune" Y/n tells the girl with tears in her eyes after opening the box and seeing a golden necklace with the letter G and a heart hanging on it.

"you're worth every penny. I need you to know how much I love you, Y/n. This past year has been the best year of my life. I mean, you still stayed after meeting my family and I Know how much of a challenge that would've been for you," Gracie smiles after hearing the girl's giggle. "All I want is you, for the rest of my life. Even if my music career doesn't work out, or I get expelled from school somehow, I wouldn't care about any of that if I still have you with me" by the end of the brunettes speech, Y/n has tears streaming down her face as she wraps her arms around her girlfriends neck and pulling her down for a passionate kiss, both of them whispering I love yous while Gracie gently pushes her down on the blanket she had laid out and slowly gets on top of her.

--

"I should probably get you home. Your mom seemed pretty mad at me today" Gracie mumbles as she gently runs her fingers through the head of hair that is resting on her chest.

"Don't be silly. My mom loves you. She didn't like the joke you pulled yesterday though" Y/n mumbles back, trying to desperately keep her eyes open after the events that had just portrayed.

"Yeah, my family didn't like that either. Henry thought you were gonna break up with me for it"

"I would never break up with you. I would never get to see Weenie again" Y/n jokes causing Gracie to let out a soft chuckle before she hears her girlfriends soft snoring. The brunette smiles to herself before slowly falling asleep as well.

--

Y/n wakes to the sound of her phone ringing, causing her to hesitantly move out of Gracie's arms before answering the phone.

"Hello?" She asks, voice raspy after being asleep for so long.

"Where have you been? You've been trying to call you for hours, Y/n. You can't just not answer your phone" Her mother scolds with worry clear in her voice.

"Sorry mom. We fell asleep, I'm gonna head home now" Y/n replies before hanging up the phone and letting out a sigh.

"Gracie? You need to wake up now. We need to go home" The brunette slowly opens her eyes before her lips curve into a smile when she sees the face in front of her.

"Yeah. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep" Gracie slowly gets up before getting to her car and driving her girlfriend to her house. The two kiss goodbye before Y/n walks into her house, being greeted by her mother. 

"Where were you- Oh. I see what you were doing" Taylor smirks at her daughter's neck causing Y/n to blush and rush to her room, covering the hickeys with her hand.

[agoldengalaxy]

🥰🫂 dealers choice for the fandom 👍

emoji drabble prompts

🥰- saying ‘I love you’ without saying it

🫂- comforting hugs

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It was early morning on the Stan o’ War II, early enough that only the beginning of a foggy dawn peeked through the ship’s windows. Stan was leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, his arms folded over his chest as he watched Ford pore over a myriad of papers spread across the counter, a half-empty mug beside him, forgotten.

“You don’t look so good, Sixer,” Stan finally said, making Ford jump, his head whipping around to look over at him. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Oh. Stan,” he breathed, “you startled me.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “And you didn’t answer the question.”

Ford’s eyes were somewhat bloodshot, his hair a wild mess, sticking out in every direction, which Stan knew was due to the way he’d run his fingers through it. “For a little while,” he replied after a much too long pause, then waved his hand dismissively into a gesture toward the pages. “But look! I think I’ve finally figured out a way for us to defeat that kraken!”

Sighing quietly, Stan stepped forward, peering over his brother’s shoulder at the mess of equations and possible machinery and weaponry ideas. “That’s good and all, but have you even looked at yourself?”

Ford faltered. “What, do I have something on my face?”

“No, you knucklehead. You’re…I dunno, all mad scientist-y. It happens when you don’t sleep.”

Dropping his gaze, Ford simply shrugged, pulling his papers all together again, gently tapping the edges on the counter so they’d be in a neat pile. “I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“I think I worry the right amount,” Stan huffed. “Now are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or am I gonna haul your ass to bed myself?”

Ford worried at his bottom lip, still refusing to look Stan in the eye. “I’m…” He sighed, seemingly struggling with the words, for once. “I don’t like sleeping.”

Stan raised a brow. “Yeah, I coulda guessed that.”

“It’s…you don’t understand.”

The words hung in the air for a moment. Stan knew he could get frustrated here, and perhaps he would have done exactly that a few months ago. Instead, he nodded. “I don’t. So tell me.”

Ford seemed caught off guard by that. His brows knit together, and he fiddled with his fingers, seemingly choosing his words carefully as he always did. “Before the portal, Bill would take over my mind while I was sleeping. He’d take my body and punish it when I tried to stop him.” A shiver ran down his spine, as if he were remembering something particularly unpleasant. He continued, “And…I was alone in those dimensions for so long. I couldn’t trust anyone. I wasn’t sure where was safe and where wasn’t safe.”

Feeling his mouth go dry, Stan shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Ford, you’re…you’re safe here.”

“I know.” He sighed quietly, finally displaying the weight of his exhaustion on his face. “But for half of my life, I’ve been afraid of sleeping. It’s not a habit so easily forgotten.”

Stan wasn’t sure what came over him, but the next moment, he had leaned forward, enveloping Ford in a tight hug. Ford stiffened beneath the embrace for a second before allowing himself to relax and return it.

“I’m sorry,” Stan mumbled. “Didn’t realize it was that bad.”

Ford chuckled quietly, slightly muffled into Stan’s shoulder. “Well, there’s a reason I kept it all to myself.”

Pulling back, Stan looked into his brother’s eyes; tired, red-rimmed, quietly sad. “C’mon. Up, away from the kitchen,” he insisted, practically pulling him up. “You’ve been sitting here too long. Let’s watch something.”

“But, Stan, what about the kraken -”

“The kraken can circle us for one more day. Who cares. I’ll punch it in the eye again if I have to.” He dragged Ford toward their couch, sitting him down, and grabbed the two blankets that were left folded on the side. He ignored the protests and placed one over Ford’s shoulders, the other on his lap, and then closed the curtains, making it slightly dark. He sat beside him and picked up the remote, flicking through channels until he saw a channel that looked somewhat relaxing.

“Heh. You remind me of Mom right now,” Ford murmured. “Remember what she used to do when we got sick?”

Stan blinked, realizing he must have done it subconsciously. “Yeah. Wrap us in blankets and watch reruns.”

After a quiet yawn, Ford smiled slightly. “Your memory really is getting better.”

Returning the smile, Stan shook his head. “Only ‘cause you helped me, Poindexter.”

For a long few minutes, the only sound in the room was the quiet dialogue on the television. When Stan looked over at Ford, he found him finally sleeping, his face relaxed, his mouth wide open. Stan smiled to himself, lowered the television’s volume, and made himself comfortable.

He wasn’t going anywhere. Ford was safe with him.

[satansapostle6]

fire and ice | james cook

Cook’s interest is piqued when an old childhood friend moves in across the street.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content.

part two.

part three. one in the morning.

“Tiff?”

No response.

“Tiff!”

Tiffany Wheeler irritably jumped out of bed, fully aware that it was far too early to be waking up even for school, pants-less with disheveled hair as she heard her name being called from downstairs.

“What?!” she yelled as she opened her bedroom door.

“Your friend’s here!”

Tiffany frowned in confusion.

“Who’s here this early?!” she called from the top of the stairs.

“Dunno him!” was the only answer she received.

Tiff ran back into her bedroom, haphazardly throwing her pink robe over her clothes before running down the stairs to see who could possibly be showing up so early.

“Cook?!”

She ran a hand through her messy hair, flabbergasted.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Cook shrugged.

The more Tiff actually looked at him, the worse he looked. His hair was a mess, there were dark bags under his eyes, and he smelled of liquor and spliff. He looked half-dead.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t sleep at all last night?” she questioned.

“That’s right,” Cook confirmed proudly, swigging from the bottle in his hand.

To her horror, Tiff quickly realized he was swigging vodka, in continuation from the night before.

“Fucking hell. Did my mum see that?!” she demanded in a harsh whisper.

“No idea,” he responded truthfully.

“Get upstairs!” she ordered, rushing him up the stairs as her mother had decided to start on breakfast in the kitchen before she had to leave for work. “Now!”

Laughing the whole way up, James Cook fished a loose spliff in his pants before Tiff smacked him on the arm.

“You can’t smoke in here, twat!” she reprimanded him like a child.

“Why the fuck not?” he demanded, spliff hanging by his lips.

“Because I have a normal mum, you tosser!”

“Ooh, that’s not very nice, Tiff,” he mocked her. “You know my mum kicked me out!”

“Probably fucking deserved it!” she spat, shaking her head angrily as she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the bed behind her. “Stay in here.”

Cook’s eyes widened as Tiff casually went shirtless, disappearing into the bathroom across the hall as he was left sitting on her bed, sitting up quickly as he tried to peek. He somehow got a glimpse of nothing, desperately watching for movement of the bathroom door as he heard the shower turn on.

He slumped back down lazily onto Tiffany’s bed, already bored out of his mind as he took another swig from his bottle, waiting for her to come back. He wasn’t allowed to smoke, and he wasn’t allowed to wander. Naturally, he decided to at least respect Tiffany’s mother’s rules, carelessly bounding off into the hall.

The first thing that Cook noticed was that there weren’t many pictures in the Wheeler home, if any. This, for some reason, stood out to him. He slowly realized as he wandered around Tiff’s home that her childhood home, which he had visited once when he was only six years old, was practically littered with family photos, of Tiffany, and Andrew, and their younger brother, Nate, who Cook had only heard about.

He didn’t quite understand why there were no pictures. The rest of the house downstairs was fully furnished and decorated already. But for some reason, Tiff’s mother had hardly hung up or displayed any photos. Cook had only noticed one downstairs, of Tiff, Nate, and their mother, taken recently, which Cook partly noticed because of the absence of Andrew.

He eventually wandered into the bedroom up the hall from Tiff’s, taking a swig from his bottle as he looked around. There wasn’t much in the room; it was mostly furniture, with a single family photo resting on the nightstand. This one, he saw as he slowly picked it up with care, had Andrew in it.

Cook stared at the framed photograph for a moment, studying the energy between Tiff and her late brother. Tiffany actually looked happy in the photo, something Cook rarely saw. She was standing between her two brothers, hand rested on her little brother’s back as her elder brother wrapped his arm tight around her, almost in a joking manner, like a protective bear hug.

Cook nearly jumped when a sound interrupted him. He whipped around in a delayed, nearly-drunk fashion, seeing a woman with brown hair entering the room behind him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Her tone was surprisingly not accusatory, as far as Cook could tell, seeing as he’d been reprimanded by the owners of many different dwellings he’d entered for various reasons. Tiffany’s mother didn’t sound accusatory, or angry; she just seemed to be confused.

“Er, sorry,” Cook apologized as she watched him set the picture frame back down. “Just… Looking,” he offered.

“Oh,” she said, seeming surprised as she came into the room. “We took that on Andrew’s sixteenth birthday,” she continued, pointedly ignoring the large, mostly-empty bottle in Cook’s hand.

He nodded, looking back down at the picture.

“He looks happy,” Cook remarked as he pointed. “Or, looked, anyway,” he corrected himself politely.

“He was,” Tiffany’s mother agreed. “But only because Tiff was there… Me and him, we got into a spat, a few minutes before that was taken. Caught him smoking weed in his room.”

Cook nodded as he took in the information.

“I had to call Tiff back early. She was with her friends… I had to beg her to come home. He wouldn’t stop yelling at me,” she remarked wistfully. “But the moment she stepped through that door, it was like nothing had happened.”

Cook smiled through the sadness of the story.

“At least your son loved somebody, Mrs. Wheeler.”

She looked at him funny after he spoke, as if thrown off by what he said. Cook didn’t understand why; he thought he’d been polite, but he knew he had a tendency to muck up conversations with people’s parents, especially the mothers.

“I’m not Mrs. Wheeler,” she told him somewhat bitterly. “Haven’t been for almost two decades…”

“Then what do I call you?” Cook inquired, curious.

She looked at him, almost admiring his lack of decorum. “‘Rebecca’ will do. I’ve been Rebecca Meeks for thirteen years now.”

Cook beamed handsomely, excited at the prospect of a mother, any mother, who actually liked him.

“Smashing, Rebecca. How do you do?” he joked.

“I’m trying,” she said simply, looking at the time on her watch, which had been a birthday present from her father. “Now, what might your name be, freeloader?”

“Cook,” he smiled, appreciating her sense of humor.

“Very well then, Cook. You want a real breakfast, or do you want to keep drinking that glorified toilet bowl cleaner?”

Cook chuckled as he followed her downstairs, rushing eagerly. Cook sat down at the table, across from twelve year-old Nate, who was watching him like a hawk as he ate his eggs.

“Hello there,” Cook said with a smile. “Nate, isn’t it?”

The young boy stared at him blankly, cautiously poking at his food with a fork as he continued to observe him unsparingly.

“Nate doesn’t speak to guests until he gets used to them,” Rebecca sighed as she scooped the remainder of what was in the breakfast pan onto his plate. “Took him three years to get used to his father.”

“Thank you,” Cook said as he accepted the food. “Where is he, anyway?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Same place as Andrew,” the woman said. “Since six years ago.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he apologized, genuinely feeling as if he was tormenting this poor woman.

“Cook, it’s been six years now. If anything, I was hoping the ‘I’m sorry’ phase of it all was over.”

“Right,” he nodded, glad she felt how he thought he would’ve in that situation.

“So,” Rebecca said as she quickly sat down to eat, “You got a last name, or is it just ‘Cook’, like Eminem?”

“It’s James Cook, Rebecca Meeks,” he quipped.

“You seem like the kind of lad to be yelling out his own last name at a party,” she stated.

“Really?” Cook laughed, as she pointedly glanced at the bottle sitting on her dining table.

“Yep.”

“Well, I won’t lie. I like to party,” he shrugged.

“I know,” she assured him. “That’s why I don’t mind you hanging out with Tiff.”

Cook looked at her strangely, not understanding.

“You want me going to parties with your daughter?” he asked her.

“Strangely, yes,” Rebecca nodded thoughtfully. “I used to hate the way she used to go out… But Tiffany’s hardly spoken much to anyone since her brother’s passing. She doesn’t seem like she’s had any real fun in months, she’s been drinking and smoking like her father. She comes home smelling like cigarettes and spliff, and half the time she’s drunk and out by nine…”

Cook looked into her cold blue eyes, taken with her features that somehow looked so much like her daughter’s.

“Suddenly, I’d love for her to stay out until one in the morning again,” she confessed, a distant look in her eyes as she looked down at her plate.

“You knew what she was doing?” he asked.

Rebecca just scoffed bitterly. “How could you not?” she demanded. “And I knew Andrew was drinking, and doing drugs, too… My mistake was believing he had it in him to stop, eventually.”

Cook just nodded. For a moment, he didn’t speak, listening to the sadness in the woman’s voice as she sat beside him. He’d never really heard a parent say such a thing before, and he wondered if he ever could have heard something like it from his own mother.

“I’m only telling you this, Cook, because I trust that you and Tiffany are good friends,” she informed him.

“And why would you trust in that?” he asked.

“Because. You’re the first and only friend she’s had over since we moved in,” she replied simply.

Cook ate in silence, contemplating what she said in surprise.

“Thank you, Rebecca. For the food,” he said, changing the subject.

“You’re welcome, Cook. Tell me… What’re your parents like?” she wondered. “Anything like you?”

James Cook couldn’t help but be captivated by her wit, and perception. “Yeah… My dad’s just like Tiff’s dad, I reckon. And my mum… Well. She’s not like you,” he concluded humorously.

“What am I like?” she asked as she ate.

“Responsible,” Cook said, “Normal.”

“Ah. I see,” Rebecca nodded. “Well… If you ever need breakfast… I’m usually here,” she offered, as her son watched in silence.

*****

“Ready to go?” Tiff called as she came downstairs, dressed for school.

Cook looked up at her as he stood up in front of the sofa. She wore nothing she hadn’t probably worn in front of Cook before, just a sleek black top and a nice pair of jeans, but as he looked at her, black bangs, green eyes, and almost pearlescent skin, he found that he felt something, other than aroused.

“Hell yes, I am,” he nodded. “Heading up to your room, then?” he grinned.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tiff rolled her eyes as she stormed off toward the door.

-

part four.

[asterias-corner]

i think we are severely lacking with the age regression (sfw) in the lu fandom 😔

little links by silentspider, is such a good fic!! it has multiple parts that are all so good! (16k words in total)

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i think that they all would age regress to some degree at least- but the main ones would be time, warriors, wild, and legend, i dunno they just give me major little vibes :’)

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•time would be super energetic, and climb lots of trees, he would totally collect bugs too. And could be convinced to put them in fours bedroll. Time would regress to 5-6 years old, He’d say the trees are all unique, giving them names and being the only one to successfully tell them apart. He likes to keep a stuffed horse that looks like epona in his bag, malon made it for him!

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•Wars would enjoy playing pretend, or more physical games. Usually regresses to 7 years old. He’d probably force everyone to play sharks n minnows, ghost in the graveyard, games like that! he likes to color or draw, also likes to watch four do weapon maintenance. ——

•Wild is a total nature kid, would roll around in mud and you’d not even know what color his clothes are by the dirt and grime just absolutely covering him. Definitely regresses to 8 years old, only going younger is stressed. Rocks are in his pocket, some Rollie polies even. Would climb the highest tree within range and wind would have to get him down. Enjoys playing hide and seek, always ends up being the last to be found. HE MAKES MUD PIES!!!

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•legend is more bubbly, but will not share ANYTHING. Don’t ask it will be no. He usually regresses to around 6-7. He likes to hangout around water, and will collect anything that catches his eye, using his hat as a big pocket. Likes to read or play capture the flag (or any variation of such) will try and sneak to do things he knows he isn’t supposed to do.

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•wind would probably age dream, never fully regressing, but usually is around 6 while doing so. Enjoys pretty much the same as he usually would not age dreaming, but will beg and BEG to braid everyone’s hair. No matter if it’s short or not, a braid will be in every links hair by the end of the day. When he isn’t age dreaming, total big brother and will convince them into shenanigans.

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•four would regress discretely, but the main giveaway is how quiet he gets. Usually just regresses to 9 years old. He likes to read and keep to himself, but that’s when he’s not split. The colors already similar when regressing, but all enjoy different activities. Green enjoys fishing strangely enough, but uses his hands. Blue would see how long he can do a hand stand or something competitive. Red would color and draw with wars. Vio would be the one to read and likes being read too as well!

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•hyrule is similar to wild, but likes to take walks and analyze everything. Regresses to 5 years old. He enjoys the sensory of being outside, touching everything (that is safe to do so) and usually drags sky along, regressed or not. He has a special journal just for pressing flowers and pretty weeds. Likes to swim and float in a starfish position for hours.

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•sky is the one who regresses to 11 years old, and likes to wrangle four, hyrule, time, and wars into playing charades. He doesn’t carve (cus he isn’t allowed) but learned origami instead! Likes to give them to everyone, usually of their favorite animal or the animal that reminds him of them!

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•twilight regresses to 7 years old, likes to play tag! Forces everyone to play when available and it’s scary when he runs full speed to catch someone. Now they know how dink felt . Teaches hyrule how to catch fish bare handed in the rivers, wild gladly takes them to cook as a meal. Twi likes to hang upside down on a tree and screeches at anyone who passes by- if he’s questioned his only reply is “I’m a bat!” Nothing else. Also likes to smack his head into people, full speed, grinning and unapologetic. If questioned, only reply is “I’m a goat! That’s my job!” And runs off to do it to someone else.

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remember guys, Age regression is a SFW COPING MECHANISM!!! So i don’t wanna see any hate! These are just my personal opinions and self projection

[wraith-caller]

rogier and d twins for ask thing :)

someone asking ME about the d twins and rogier?? as if haha like i talk about them sometimes or something?? ha hahahah

Rogier

favorite thing about them His emotional issues and how they result in this weird kind of duplicity. Yes he's a polite fella, but you're never going to get at much with him besides his academic interests.

least favorite thing about them That he can't die by my blade #sicko

favorite line gotta be the dreambrew line, specifically when offered to him post-blight. I feel like it encapsulates and summarizes him perfectly. Bitter and a bit proud, rejecting attempts at empathy and reading them as insulting instead, but then quickly realizing he's getting a little too 'real'. so he immediately covers it up and reverts back to being polite and gracious.

brOTP Him and Eleonora I think. Their stories just have too much in common for me to not want them to hang out and get shitfaced together.

OTP Rogier/his own demise (or maybe Rogier/Darian, who knows??)

nOTP I dunno if I have one. I don't like Rogier/Devin in romantic terms, but if its vicious hatefucking I'll take it.

random headcanon i'll die before i give up the HC that his family is utterly fucked up and the source of him developing his emotional detachment + his people pleasing ways + the cocktail of misery his set describes him having.

unpopular opinion he's absolutely manipulating the tarnished into helping him. it's often read as him being your genuine friend and growing to trust you, but i feel like everything we know about him would indicate otherwise. he's a good liar, holds others at arms' length, and never talks about himself, only his mission and research. his heaping praise on the PC is less about genuine feelings of kinship and more about him buttering us up to keep us helping him. this is not to say he secretly hates us or something. but he's also not the most emotionally healthy person, and i think it'd take a lot more digging before he'd ever make a deeper connection with someone, certainly more time than the tarnished spends with him. he's not just a 'you have to have this many xp points to unlock my tragic backstory' he's a 'you need those xp points to unlock anything from me that isnt a polite smile and a gracious compliment to keep everything running smoothly'.

song i associate with them

Tongues & Teeth by the Crane Wives Distrust by Aibhe Reddy Wolves of the Revolution by The Arcadian Wild Claude's Girl by Marika Hackman

favorite picture of them

im not here to deny any allegations made against me.

Darian

favorite thing about them That in a land full of liars, cheats, killers, and cutthroats, he's pretty honest and straightforward. When he asks something of us, he does it on our terms, and he doesn't press us.

least favorite thing about them his haters tbh I don't know. this isn't me denying his negative traits like his devotion to the GO blinding him, because I enjoy that about him. I like my favs character flaws, they'd be boring otherwise.

favorite line am i allowed to pick all of them?? his voice is hot. maybe this one where he says "You haven't gone to see Gurranq yet? No rush, you do as you please." It's nice being shown patience lol but also joke about Gurranq starving to death is so corny, and I love him for it.

brOTP Devin feels like the obvious choice, but I'd also like to suggest Juno Hoslow or Nepheli Loux. Juno and Darian feel like that, in spite of their vastly different backgrounds, they'd have something in common being the older brother. He and Nepheli, I've honestly got no canon reason for it other than I like them together. I think they have similar dispositions with their kind of serious and stoic natures, but also a desire for justice(though its debatable whether their senses of justice would mesh completely...depends on Nepheli's perspective on the dead).

OTP Darian/Rogier, no surprises, next

nOTP Hmm hard to say. I guess Darian/Fia is hard to picture, but it doesn't make me feel like I wouldn't read it lol

random headcanon I think that, even after being accepted by the Golden Order, he and Devin are still largely ostracized by other knights and hunters, and mostly still only have each other. He still deeply values the Order for taking them, because it's a far cry from having nothing at all, and now they at least have a purpose and a place.

unpopular opinion the fact that i like him at all is apparently an unpopular opinion lol But really I guess I just don't buy that he's a callous, heartless, empty-headed fascist. I was told the other day that the "whole point" of his character was his fanaticism, and I think this is a pretty big misreading of his story, because there is way more interesting stuff to be said about him and fia specifically than 'he's a fanatic'. That is a piece of who he is, but not the entire point.

song i associate with them Dorian by Agnes Obel Before I Sleep by Marika Hackman

favorite picture of them

probably this pic elden_things took of him.

Devin

favorite thing about them his absolutely unhinged and feral behavior that runs so counter to darian's calmer, stoic demeanor. it's another expression of dualities. they share the same soul, just across two bodies, so there is this weird thing where they are at once distinct entities, but also the same. and i think the contrast in their behavior serves to illustrate that.

least favorite thing about them that we get so very little about him, and nothing of him prior to darian's death. so it is hard to judge much of his character when all we know of him is in this freshly traumatized and disoriented state.

favorite line "Ah, hello. The rotten witch is dead." It just drives me bonkers how you can HEAR the crazed grin in his voice. Very well delivered line.

brOTP It's hard to see Devin befriending much of anyone but Darian, but again, this may be because of how we don't really know what he's like before Darian's death broke him.

OTP Not sure I have one for him.

nOTP Devin/Rogier or Fia/Devin. I think he'd blame the former for Darian's death. And the latter, well lol

random headcanon He resents himself and imagines he's a kind of burden on Darian. Being he is the 'younger', he may have an irrational notion that, had he not existed, and Darian had been born alone, there'd be no curse and Darian could've had a normal life.

unpopular opinion He's not a misogynist and I think it's absurd to make such a claim based off like one minute of character interaction, and fresh off the heels of his brother's murder, no less. I think people try to make it a moral imperative for you to dislike a character rather than it just being a personal preference. Just saying 'I don't like them bc they suck and I hate them' is less a powerful argument than 'he's clearly a misogynist so you should hate him or you're bad and excusing misogyny'. It's ridiculous.

song i associate with them The Friend by Meryem Aboulouafa

favorite picture of them

i liked this action shot i was able to get of him fighting one of the gargoyles.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

40: You Know You're Better than This

Content Warnings for this Chapter:

- Internal debate regarding Morality - Internal debate about killing anything

Again, it’s not super jarring in my opinion, but it might be for some readers. Please proceed with caution.

♪────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

You’re back in the Swap brother’s residence, standing around the living room like a bunch of losers. You have your hands up, cupping the fragment and presenting it to the group.

But none of them can see it.

“Dang, that’s crazy.”

Sans deadpans at your tone.

“Anyway, are you guys okay, though?” You frown in concern, “I mean, it’s not making you agitated or making your magic go fucky-wucky?”

“I PERSONALLY FEEL FINE.” S-Sans shrugs.

“yeah, same here. i dunno, maybe it’s because it’s in your hands now?” S-Papyrus suggests. “that stupid doll always has the worst intentions, maybe that energy kinda is what fucked with it.”

Bro is basically saying Temmie’s vibes were off, and now you’re giving the fragment good vibes.

“Hmm…” You eye the fragment, “That could be it…”

Amplified it.

“Or maybe the fragment was always like that, but Temmie amplified it ten-fold,” You add on, “And now that it’s in better hands, it calmed down? It IS still a soul, after all.”

S-Papyrus looks at you, impressed, “yeah, that could be it! you’re pretty smart, i wouldn’t rule it out.”

Wow, S-Papyrus giving you praise more openly? Actually it looks like all of their moods have improved significantly. The effect of collecting it seems instantaneous. You’re glad you did it as soon as you did.

“i should put it away for now,” Sans holds a hand out, “don’t want it out in the open and you constantly worrying about it.”

You don’t feel a resistance to the idea, you would imagine there’d be the Voices™ telling you so, so you allow it. Sans waits until he feels the weight of it in his hand. He tries to look at it from different angles, maybe in a different light he’ll be able to see it.

No dice.

He snaps it away, leaving it in the void with the Gaster Blaster.

You remember seeing it.

You will suppress that memory. 💙✨💫💅

“Well…! That was certainly a fucked up adventure, huh?” You stretch your hands above your head, “I wanna shower really bad.”

“YEAH…”

“yeah…”

“same here…”

“…”

“…Dibs!”

They all groan in displeasure. Ha-ha! Fuck yeah! You pump your win at your success. After the fucking day you had, you had better get the first call to the shower.

Your duffel bag is still by the couch, so you quickly get some clothes to change into and hurry to the washroom upstairs. You know there are extra towels in their cabinet based on your previous sneaking around last night.

Should you be a bitch and take a long, full shower? Or will you be a pal and take a quick shower?

…You’ll decide once you get in there.

──

They didn’t mean to have the conversation without you, but they were not going to just wait possibly 30-40 minutes for you to get out of the shower.

They might be on better terms with each other now, but still not enough to sit with each other in silence.

Sans is holding up the mini-dj to them, “it’s fine now, but it needs to recharge for about a day. after that, it’ll be enough to take [y/n] and i back to our au.”

“WHY DOES IT NEED SO LONG? YOU BARELY USED IT.”

“you think this thing runs on infinite power?” Sans answers his counterpart, “it was using a lot of its stored-up magic energy to locate the fragment in the first place. it can regenerate its own magic, but it’s gonna need time to make the full jump back to a whole other universe.”

S-Papyrus smiles, “sounds good. it’ll be nice to hang out, anyway. i guess you’re pretty chill.”

“of course i’m chill. i’ve been outside for the last two hours.” Sans winks.

“hah, that’s true, isn’t it? no wonder you’re such a cool dude.”

“awe, don’t sell yourself short. that’s usually reserved for me.”

“i guess being nice to myself isn’t such a tall order.”

“for sure. for one, you’re such a humerus guy!”

“UGH, GREAT! NOW THERE’S TWO OF THEM!” S-Sans throws his hands up in defeat, marching towards the front door, “I CANNOT STAND FOR THIS!”

S-Papyrus snickers behind his hand, “no worries, bro. wanna take a seat instead?”

“THAT WAS TERRIBLE.” S-Sans opens the door, “I AM GOING TO FIND THE HUMAN CHILD TO TELL THEM WE ARE ALL OKAY. IF THEY ARE NOT BUSY, I MIGHT RETURN WITH THEM.”

S-Papyrus waves him goodbye, but S-Sans doesn’t look back to see. The younger one doesn’t seem to mind it though. 

“you know,” Sans tells S-Papyrus as soon as the door closes, “the kid might not be happy with us getting rid of that weed–eh, the uh, the doll thing.”

S-Papyrus shrugs his shoulders and says, “maybe. but maybe they’ll understand. if not, it’s not like i’ll remember any of this if they make a reset. this isn’t the first time i cause that thing a couple of resets anyway.”

Sans widens his eyes, his smile threatening to fall off.

“…what? what do you mean? you don’t… you don’t remember them?”

S-Papyrus understands instantly, “hey…”

Sans shakes his head, laughing humorlessly, “no. don’t. ugh… man, of course, i got the short end of the stick across the multiverse.”

“can’t be that bad. i mean, you got yourself a girlfriend. one who can actually stick with you during all this sci-fi crap.”

Yeah, a girlfriend that Sans nearly lost because of his own inadequacies. He never would’ve brought you along if he knew your life would be in danger in any way. Maybe next time he should just go alone…

Sans blushes, looking down, “yeah, guess so. you might get yourself a partner too, you know.”

This time, it’s S-Papyrus’ turn to blush and roll his eyes. “yeah, right. how did that happen, anyway? you and the human?”

“dunno. [y/n] told me as much as she could. she just fell in one day when on a hike with her friend.”

“and the friend wasn’t there with her?”

“apparently not. she said that he–that elliot and her had missed each other when going up the mountain.” Sans keeps the explanation short, “in our au, we don’t have that doll, we have a damn flower. she said that it dragged her down by force.”

“huh…” S-Papyrus frowns, “you know that’s weird, right?”

“uh, yeah. very much.”

“the doll, temmie, it never did anything like that before. not that i remember or have been told about it, at least. there must be a reason…”

Sans shifts his weight to the other foot, debating something in his head for a moment. He comes to a conclusion rather quickly, luckily. It wouldn’t hurt to discuss this with someone who shares a similar position as him. Maybe Sans can be given a different perspective on things or insight on matters he hasn’t considered before.

“our human–their name is frisk–they haven’t been to the underground in months. i kept track, it’s been over six damn months–no, actually that’s before [y/n] showed up. it’s been close to eleven months by now.”

S-Papyrus looks shocked, as he should fucking be after hearing that shit. It’s not like S-Papyrus can remember the past Resets, but he knows there’s been a lot based on the expression on Chara’s face when he “first meets them.” He can’t imagine what it must be like for someone who can actually remember. Someone so paranoid about when the day could Reset, and it will all be gone.

Sans seems like a decent skeleton, S-Papyrus would hate for him to suffer more than he needs to.

“would it be messed up if i hope the kid human never comes back in your timeline?” S-Papyrus offers.

Sans finds his smile to turn more genuine and grateful. “no, not at all.”

“you think…” S-Papyrus hesitates. “if–when chara stops coming by, that’s when my version of [y/n] will show up?”

“maybe it will be elliot instead,” Sans jokes, “after all, everything is swapped in this universe.”

S-Papyrus doesn’t say it out loud, won’t say it out loud, but he isn’t sure how to feel about that. He’s sure Elliot will be great and all, but… S-Papyrus has already gotten the pleasure of knowing you, not Elliot.

Sans winces minutely, waving a dismissive hand, “but who’s to say, right?”

The taller skeleton snorts, “oh, what? so only you get the girl in the end?”

“ha-ha! hey man, i’m lucky she even wants a piece of this. i ain’t about to risk it for shit.”

Not anymore, anyway.

Swap-Papyrus almost sounds jealous as he smiles: “good for you, man. i’m… i’m glad you have that.”

The taller skeleton mentions something of water, walking away towards the kitchen for just that.

Sans knows S-Papyrus meant it genuinely, but it does have him thinking.

Sans is fortunate to have you, isn’t he? He says it all the time, over and over, but Sans hasn’t fully wrapped his skull around the magnitude of that. Of just how fucking lucky he is that you, of all people–beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, kind, wonderful you–want him in any way.

He is seeing it now first-hand, that not every Au is going to have a wonderful you. And if they are, they will never be the true, original version of you that Sans gets to have.

All. For. Himself.

Sans was just complaining earlier, but honestly? He has to be the luckiest version of himself in the entire multiverse just for having you.

But that’s what makes this all the more scary for him. You could’ve died today were it not for the fact that things just happened to work out for you. If he knew…

You would probably find some way to convince him though, right? And honestly… He needed you to find that fragment. Sans and the others couldn’t even see it! You knew so much about it too, things Sans needs to know but he doesn’t for some reason.

In a purely logical stance, you need to be with Sans for these endeavors.

Sans doesn’t like the idea at all, though. He might be a skeleton of science, but he’s not above admitting that seeing you get hurt scared the fucking life out of him.

──

You are squeaky clean and out of the shower after 20 minutes! You’re chilling on the couch while S-Papyrus sits across from you on the floor. Since you’ll be staying the night again, he didn’t want to dirty the couch by sitting on it. Sans had shortcut to the washroom right after you since he couldn’t stand his damp clothes.

The lanky monster told you what Sans told him and his brother about your departure, how it would be sometime tomorrow when the mini-dj is recharged. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed at that, but you keep that to yourself.

However, now that times are simpler, S-Papyrus is taking the time to explain how the mini-dj most likely worked. He’s not the builder of it himself, so he could only come to some guesses and possible explanations. But what he failed to realize is that you’re dumb as shit when it comes to this topic, so you couldn’t refute him for anything that could be wrong.

Because you couldn’t fucking tell otherwise.

The door opens and someone runs in, but you are more focused on the monster sitting with you and what he was saying. Though whoever ran in, jumps on the back of the couch right next to you.

Chara smiles widely at you, their hair an absolute mess and their clothes ruffled and dirty. They wave at you, and only then do you notice they’re not holding their notebook.

“Hey, little man!” You greet them with the energy they’re giving you, “Wow, you had an adventure when we were gone?”

They nod eagerly, kicking their legs in the air. As S-Sans starts talking, Chara grabs your hand and puts it on their head, making you give them head rubs.

Eugh, you can feel dirt and snow in their hair. Looks like everyone needs a bath today. You power through it since you can just wash your hands in a bit.

“THE HUMAN AND ASRIEL WERE PLAYING WITH THE OTHER KIDS IN THE AREA.” S-Sans closes the door, Chara’s notebook in his hands, “I THINK THEY WERE PLAYING A KICKBALL GAME THAT HAD NO RULES OR REASONING.”

“Ahh, a free-for-all kickball game,” You nod understandingly, “You guys had a lot of fun though?”

Chara nods again, reluctantly pulling away so they can hop off the couch. They hold their hands out for their notebook, giving a nod of thanks to S-Sans. They lean the book against the back of the couch to write before showing it to you (and S-Papyrus).

*How did your guy’s adventure go? Did you find the thing you needed to go home?

“Sure did, kiddo. It was a piece of cake.”

“speaking of cake,” S-Papyrus pipes in, “wanna stay over for tonight and bake one?”

Chara widens their eyes.

*Yes, please! But what’s the occasion?

You tell them: “Since we found what we needed, my Sans and I will be leaving sometime tomorrow.”

*Oh… ok. So soon?

“Ah, well…” You look around for help, but S-Sans and S-Papyris look at you with expectant amusement. “I mean, I did take ten days off work and it’s barely been two. But, I don’t know. I can’t make that decision without Sans, so I’ll talk to him about it later, alright?”

*Ok!

By the time Sans gets out of the shower, you and the others are watching TV together, lounging lazily on the couch. Everyone is so dirty, that they got banned to the floor. Even when Chara tried pulling some puppy eyes on you, you’re a stone-cold enough bitch to say no.

You’re not paying attention to the show at all, you think it’s some NTT show or other. The rectangle robot with a blue cap on screen is having a rap battle, absolutely wrecking the small monster girl opponent.

…It reminds you of DustTrust Phase 3, Slaughter in the Spotlight. You can’t explain why.

What’s the worse one to end up in: DustTrust, or the Sans Hates Women Au?

God, how fucking terrible would it be if you ended up in the Sans Hates Women Au? Should you tell Sans about that Au just to see how he reacts? Probably not.

S-Papyrus jumps up to his feet when Sans makes it downstairs. “dibs on the next shower!”

His brother groans, but since he is too slow to call dibs, he must stay on the floor and continue waiting. Everyone knows the international dibs protocol, so it’s good that he’s respecting the rules. Eager to be clean, S-Papyrus just shortcuts to, presumably, his room then the washroom.

Chara frowns and scribbles in their notebook.

*I did notice that Sans and Papyrus are pretty dirty just now. And if the other Sans was in the shower too… Did something happen?

If Chara is asking, then that means S-Sans didn’t tell them about your run-in with Temmie. That might be for the best. You’re not sure if you want to be around for that conversation. From the subtle look S-Sans is giving you too, you think you’re right.

You sit up properly on the couch, “I told you we found the missing piece, but not how or where. It was deep in downtown Snowdin forest. Like, really deep. It was really hard to dig it out.”

That’s lying by omission, but you’re not technically wrong. You don’t feel bad for lying this time, but also you do because you’re keeping the state of Temmie a secret-

Sans sits right next to you, his side flushed against yours. His arm drapes behind you on the couch rest, hand landing on your shoulder so casually. Sans is dressed the same as before, just missing his trademark jacket.

He smiles at you, and you smile back.

The sound of Chara writing in their book brings your attention back to them.

*Oh, ok I understand! By the way other Sans…

Sans raises a bone-brow, “me? what is it, kid?”

*Do you really have to leave so soon? [Y/n] told me that you 2 have technically 10 DAYS of vacation!

Sans looks at you slowly, “uhh… [y/n] and i can talk about that later.”

“Yes,” You glare playfully at the child, “That’s exactly what I told them already.”

Chara smiles nervously and whistles while looking away. However, they don’t know how to whistle so they’re just accidentally blowing small spit bubbles.

S-Sans stands to his feet, stretching his arms upward and popping his back audibly. “I JUST REMEMBERED I MUST REPORT BACK TO ALPHYS. I SHOULD DO SO BEFORE IT GETS ANY LATER.”

“Report back? Did you go see her this morning?” You ask.

“INDEED, I DID. IT WAS NECESSARY SO I COULD CANCEL OUR EARLY TRAINING. THOUGH NOW THAT I AM NO LONGER BUSY, I SHOULD TELL HER AS SUCH.”

“boooo,” Sans gives the other a thumbs down, “just stay in for today, it’s lazy sunday.”

“IT’S TUESDAY.”

“i said what i said.”

What? No, both of these two are fucking idiots, it’s fucking Thursday.

You called off work on Wednesday, arrived in UnderSwap the same day, and spent one night. It’s now midday–it should be Thursday.

Unless these are the effects of time travel alongside dimensional jumping? If so, keeping track of time is going to get very challenging.

You should create a handbook/calendar to keep track of days whenever you and Sans embark on these adventures.

You clear your throat, “If you do, you should probably wait until after you can shower. She’ll definitely be able to recognize you got into a… you know.”

“AH.” S-Sans snaps his fingers, “YOU ARE CORRECT. IN THE MEANTIME THEN, LET’S FINISH THIS SHOW!!”

The skeleton sits his boney ass back down next to Chara. He puts his hands behind himself to lean back, watching the screen with those starry eyes of his.

You grab the folded blanket and spread it out over you and Sans, snuggling closer to him because you’re a cheesy bastard. You bring your legs up on the couch and slouch a bunch, getting into that comfortable gay posture. Sans lowers the arm that was behind you so that it’s properly around your shoulders.

Finally, you take a look at the screen.

NTT, Napstaton, is posing dramatically behind a DJ mixer set.

…

S-Sans looks enthralled.

Good for him, honestly.

You’re not paying attention to the screen at all, mostly fiddling with Sans’ hands under the covers (No, that is NOT a euphemism for something else. You’re not that much of a degenerate, there are kids around!). You doubt Sans is paying attention either, probably sleeping with his eyes open because he’s a fucking pro like that.

Poke, poke.

You look down at Chara who has crawled to the side of the couch. They hold up their notebook.

*Remember earlier, you asked me if it was easier if we… signed?

“Ah, right.” You introduce yourself in ASL as an example. “Sign Language.”

*Can you teach me some of that?

Ughhh, you kind of don’t want toooo! You wanna be lazy and just do nothingggg!

“Sure,” You sigh with a passive smile, “I don’t see why not.”

You unfortunately must untangle yourself from your boy-toy to do this. S-Sans turns around with curiosity, watching quietly to watch this unfold.

You bundle up your baby boy Sans tucking him in so he’s just a bundle of blankets and a head on the couch. His eyes can barely peak over the top.

So cute.

He looks so cozy.

You sit more properly on the couch, “Alright, first things first. Wanna learn the alphabet?”

Chara nods eagerly as S-Sans turns fully around.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?” He asks.

“Gonna teach them Sign Language. It’s another form of communication so they don’t have to keep writing so much.”

“CAN I LEARN AS WELL SO I MAY SPEAK WITH THE HUMAN?”

You smile, “Yeah, of course. I’m sure Chara would appreciate that too, right?”

The child agrees with excitement, practically bouncing in place at the prospect. S-Sans settles next to the little human, sitting back on his legs with his hands ready on his lap.

You spend the next 10 minutes with them going through the letters of the English alphabet. You went through it all once, then went back to slowly go over with them again. Unsurprisingly, “m, n,” “p, q,” and “t” are the ones you need to go back on the most.

They get it down faster than you thought they would, but you suppose you underestimated them. Papyrus (and thus, S-Sans) always proves to be smarter than anyone gives him credit for, and you think with all the Resets, the child must’ve aged mentally, too.

“That’s pretty good so far, I’m impressed, guys!” You clap your hands together, “I’m not a pro at teaching someone sign language, so I’m not really sure where to start first… To keep things simple, how about I show you how to introduce yourself?”

“what’re you guys up to?”

Woah, you didn’t even hear S-Papyrus come down. He must’ve shortcut down here in that case. He’s wearing the same shit as last time, just cleaner.

You wonder what it’d be like to not have personal body odor so you can wear the same shit every fucking day. You know they have the same copy of their shirts and pants and whatever, but still.

“[Y/N] IS TEACHING US HOW TO USE SIGN LANGUAGE!” S-Sans beams up at his brother, “WE JUST FINISHED LEARNING THE ALPHABET.”

“oh? pretty cool,” He points his thumb over his shoulder, “it’s your turn to shower, bro.”

S-Sans groans in reluctance. He was bitching when S-Papyrus got in the shower before him, and now he’s bitching that he has to step away from the lesson to shower. He is a little too relatable.

“[Y/N], WILL YOU CONTINUE TO TEACH ME ONCE I FINISH?”

MANNN! You really did not mean for this to turn into an actual lesson thing!

“Of course,” You tell him anyway because you lack the balls when it comes to small matters like these.

Pleased, the shorter monster is more willing to drag himself up to get himself clean. Lucky for him, he showers with his battle body, so it’s a 2-for-1 deal!

“After Sans is finished, you need to wash up too-” You look at the clock. Damn, it’s not as late as you thought. “-and get ready for a late lunch. It’s almost 5 pm.”

Chara does a full eye roll with their head but agrees nonetheless. This is a perfect teaching moment. You scooch over to Sans to let S-Papyrus sit on the couch.

“Hey, hold your dominant hand up like this,” You hold up your fist, “then move it up and down like this, like how you would nod your head yes.”

Chara follows your instructions. In your peripheral vision, so does S-Papyrus.

“That’s how you say yes.” You smile teasingly, “So, I’ll say this again. After Sans is finished, you need to wash up as well, okay?”

Chara giggles silently as they frantically say “yes” in sign.

“seems easy enough,” S-Papyrus sits up straighter, “mind if i join you guys?”

“Not at all, the more, the merrier. As a matter of fact,” You turn your head to your bone boy, “You wanna join us, too?”

The cozy skeleton pulls his hand out from the covers, showing you random letters from the alphabet. Actually, they’re not random at all, are they?

You need to think about the letters he’s putting together to spell it out in your head.

You deadpan when you finally realize-

“been paying attention all along.”

────

It has been… really tiring today.

With what went on with Temmie, then entertaining Chara for the rest of the night since they wanted to spend time with you. That was fine and everything, but you’re allowed to want to relax and not deal with kids.

Baking was a fucking disaster, too. S-Papyrus had to buy something from Muffet’s instead because of the fucking monstrosity that came crawling out of the fucking oven-

…

You don’t want to think about it anymore.

Anyway, it’s bedtime for all of you fucks. Chara is sleeping over, so they’re bunking with S-Sans and his big race car bed.

You wonder what it must be like to cruise while you snooze…

Readying the couch, you remember something you meant to mention before.

“Oh, Sans. I forgot to tell you something.”

Sans is sitting on the floor again, writing in his journal. He looks up to give you his full attention, left eye glowing that beautiful cyan and yellow.

You grin, “Gaster says hi, and congrats on the relationship.”

Sans groans and lightly thumps his forehead on his open journal.

“y’know, i have very fuzzy memories of the guy, so i can’t say if that’s new of him or not,” Sans straightens up with a light blush, “but if it turns out that he is the type of dad to embarrass his own spawn on purpose, i don’t know what i’m gonna do.”

You laugh with him, keeping as quiet as you can since the others are already asleep or are trying to.

“by the way,” Sans hums, “when we were searchin’ for the fragment, how did you know how to find it? actually, you knew a lot of things that i didn’t…”

You scrunch your nose, “Let me tell you when we finally get back to our Au?”

“hm? sure, i can wait.”

“Thank you.”

You and Sans fall into a comfortable silence after that, not needing to fill the silence to enjoy each other’s company.

You sit on the couch with the blanket over your legs, writing in your own notebook. It’s been a while since you had the time to just sit and write. You still enjoy writing down all the things you’ve learned about monsters and the Underground and all the magic.

Like right now, you’re writing down the things Gaster has been sharing with you. More accurately, his explanation of the Core and what it does. You just think it’s neat.

You might not understand the science about it, but that doesn’t make it less fascinating for you. Sans might know about this stuff too, but maybe he’ll like reading it over later anyway.

You close the notebook and set it on the floor by the couch, making sure it won’t be in the way when you get up. As that is happening, Sans either has gotten bored with writing or maybe he wants to accompany you on the couch. Either way, he snaps his journal away and gets up slowly. Sans moves to the couch, raising the covers to get under next to you.

Blinking, his glowing eye goes back to normal, leaving you both in semi-darkness. As dark as it could be when the outside world is still bright outside due to no Day-Night cycle.

“lemme ask you something,” Sans starts quietly, keeping in mind the other residents in the house.

You hum for him to continue. Sans shifts your arm so that he can hook his arm with yours, interlocking his hand with yours. Luckily the ghost pain has faded now, so you’re able to comfortably do so.

“the thing the kid said earlier–did you really want to stay longer?”

“Uhm… I don’t really know…” You say that, but then immediately remember Gaster’s desire for Sans to make connections with more people. “I mean, it would be really fun, I think. You know, like a nice break. We don’t even have to do anything here if you don’t want to.”

The corner of his already smiling lips (lips?) quirks up more, “this is gonna sound funny, but it does feel safer for you to be here. the flower back in our au is still alive, but the fl–the doll in this one is gone. there isn’t really a threat against you here.”

You smile, “Not true. This Au’s Undyne is Alphys, and the Sans here is just as close to her as Papyrus was with Undyne.”

“yeah… maybe we shouldn’t stay here then.”

Oh, God. It’s time to pull this card. You really didn’t want to since you feel so entitled, but you have your own separate mission to complete.

“But I want to.” You state firmly.

Sans searches your face for anything, a small discrepancy that he can exploit to find any excuse at all to refuse you.

He can’t seem to bring himself to do it anyway.

Sans lets out a deep sigh, “maybe we can stay a few more days, then. does that work?”

“Yes, thank you! And really, there isn’t a need to stay here longer than we really have to, so it’s a good compromise, right?”

You can’t help but feel bad for Papyrus, too. Sure, he expressed his disinterest in this stuff, but you still love the guy and want him to be included. Also, you can’t simply drag these things out just because Gaster wants you to. You have responsibilities now in that Au.

Now that he’s holding your hand, he brings it above the covers and looks at your palm.

“are you really okay?” Sans asks quietly.

“There was some ghost pain earlier, but my back and hands healed just fine.”

You think so, anyway. Every time you look down, you’re expecting your hands to be bleeding and torn and horrific to boot. You almost want to see and feel the pain that came with your experience today, but there isn’t anything.

It’s kind of fucking with your head…

“no, no. i…” He thinks about how he wants to navigate this, “i saw that look on your face. when i finally caught up to you and you were holding down the doll. you hated it. but… you also liked it. hurting that doll-freak, i mean.”

…Yeah…

“it also said that you have a lot of LOVE, and,” Sans runs the back of his head with his other hand, “it’s not my business, i know that, so i won’t ask. and you know i’m not gonna try looking for myself.”

He wants to look so bad, you bet. You bet that it’s killing him inside, knowing that you have a high enough LV to get Temmie going fucking feral for you. He probably wants to pull you into a battle just to check your stats.

Sans is not going to do that or push you about it because he knows who you are, and he respects you, and respects your autonomy.

But you bet it’s fucking killing him inside.

You shift so your body is facing him properly. “What about you, Sans?”

You’re deflecting, Sans knows that. Were this conversation happening even just a few days ago, he would’ve deflected right back. However, in recent events, recent conversations, and self-reflections since upon arriving to this Au, Sans realized something else on top of everything.

Sometimes, you’re going to be the one who reaches out to him. Sometimes, you’re going to be the one who initiates actions or conversations. Sometimes, you’re going to back off when you realize you’ve gone too far. Sometimes, you’ll do everything you can to make sure to accommodate Sans in any way.

And sometimes, Sans is going to have to be the one who does the same for you.

You’re deflecting right now, and normally, Sans would defect right back.

This is one of those times where Sans has to be the one to carry on even when he doesn’t want to. Because he is so certain you would do the same if the roles were reversed.

“i’ve been through a lot of hurt, and i’ve been through enough to be able to hurt others.” Sans moves as well to face you, never letting go of your hand. “after doing something like what i did to that doll? i know i can sleep comfortably at night.”

Your face scrunches up, looking down at your lap.

No, Sans didn’t kill Temmie. For the sake of not fucking up too much, he left that honor to S-Papyrus. Since Temmie is just a doll with no Soul, and this is a Pacifist timeline, it didn’t have any ExP either. Sans isn’t going to tell you that though, the part where it was actually the other skeleton who finished the job.

Sans tilts his head, “but you’re not like that. just because you have the capacity to hurt, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it, not really. not in the way other people enjoy hurting other people.”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I was trying not to think about it too much, if I’m honest,” You mumble, “I think if it came down to it, if I really needed to, I think I could’ve finished Temmie off myself. But… I wouldn’t have enjoyed it. Maybe in the past, I…”

“you what?”

Ohhh, God. You’re really doing this.

This isn’t a part of your past you like to talk about with anyone. You can’t keep it a complete secret, but you don’t think now is the time to get too deep into it either.

Still, Sans deserves an explanation, a reason behind your thoughts and feelings on the matter. Besides, he has to find out sooner or later.

“When I was younger, yeah. I fought all the time. I don’t consider myself a fighter, but that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant to it,” You start measuring your hand with Sans’ trying to keep your hands busy. “Now that I’m older, after what I’ve been through, I don’t enjoy it at all. Maybe it also has to do with the fact that Chara reminded me of something that I don’t have.”

“and that is?”

“The ability to Save and Reset,” You laugh humorlessly.

Sans tenses up.

“If something happens to me, there is no do-overs for me. I can’t do what they do. And with Temmie… putting myself in their shoes is too easy. Knowing that if my life ends, there is a way to bring me back, but I am not the one who gets to decide if that happens. That power is in someone else’s hands,” You shake your head, “I know it’s silly, and maybe even wrong of me. But I felt bad for them. I felt scared for them.”

You sit in silence with him for a short time. Sans is thinking over what you just dropped on him. Hints of your violent past, your confirmation that there is a little more to you (though he already suspected as such).

And an even bigger reminder that Sans cannot be careless or slack off at all when it comes to you. Frisk is not here, and your Determination is not stronger than theirs because you cannot Save or Reset.

If Flowey gets you, if Undyne gets you–Fuck! If Asgore ever learns about you (he thinks he already does) and decides to do something about it…

Caring for someone is so tough. Caring for a human is tough.

“you’re so sweet for caring at all. even after what happened, you’re able to feel that deeply for someone like that.” He murmurs.

You think about Kōrenki. You think about the night you nearly beat someone to death with your bare hands. Were it not for Kōrenki pulling you away before it was too late, that person would’ve died because of you.

You think about the words Kōrenki told you that changed your perspective for good.

The words that were the starting point of putting you on a better path of life, and changed you to who you are not.

“Life is precious,” You whisper weakly, “If you take it, do not take it lightly.”

Sans thinks those words over carefully, having a strong understanding that those words mean something to you. He understands that and is taking more time to really think them over.

He… No, he can’t say he never thought of it that way. More accurately, he stopped thinking that way after all this time.

After all these years, he’s forgotten. He is the Judge who has turned himself into the Executioner. Not that he has ever killed for no reason, but he has gotten too comfortable with having to be the one to do it.

Sans saw it in Swap-Papyrus too when they killed Temmie. That ability to hurt others, without it hurting yourself.

To think that Sans was worried of how violent and dangerous you could be when he first heard about you. But in the end, he’s the heartless one between you two, and you are the fragile one.

He will not coddle you, but Sans will protect you.

Sans tugs your hand hard enough for you to fall against his side. You do nothing to move away, welcoming the affection. He maneuvers you so that your head rests on his shoulder, using magic passively so that it’s a comfortable rest for you.

Sans kisses your temple, his magic tingling you as he speaks against your skin.

“you’re good, [y/n]. you are so good. i pro–i swear to you now, that i’ll make sure you are never in a position where you feel like you have to go that far,” He removes his hand from yours to hug your shoulders, “what happened today, let me be the one to take care of it. now, and in the future, i’ll take care of it for you. trust in me. i can handle it.”

Inexplicably, your eyes start to water. Your soul is so heavy with mixed emotions–good and bad. Sans’ reassurance, Sans’ promise declaration to you, his touch and affections, you never expected it and it’s so much.

Yet, it’s so good.

You’re crying because of multiple reasons, silently but not alone.

“I don’t ever want either of us to be in that position. I’m not naive enough to believe that Mercy is the only way to solve every problem, but I want to believe that maybe it can be anyway.”

Sans kisses your temple again, “i know. i’m sorry today went the way it did.”

“‘S not your fault.”

“i know.”

You lean closer to him, sniffling, “Let’s go to sleep now, Sans. I’m so exhausted.”

“same here. i can nap all night.”

You smile, “I think that's called… sleeping.”

Your smile, as small or fleeting as it may be at the moment, is such a reward.

Sans snorts, nuzzling his cheek on yours, “tomato, to-ma-to.”

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Uhh i request you

<-forgot everything about creepypasta after stopping reading fanfics

Uhhhhhhh

Um

...slenderman uhhhhm meeting reader who is the same.. species? Found family????? Reader being chipper and welcoming?? Artistic and calming?? Basically um. I dunno. They also live in the woods and collect poor souls, helping them cope and detach from this world??????

I am.. stoopid.

Slenderman x slender-person!artistic!reader ! (found family)

dusts out my slenderman hcs as well as my au ideas on him aheehee ahoo speed running this since i just put my first round of macarons into the oven and im too impatient to wait until theyre done baking for me to write this NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

okay but im getting this idea out of the way before i forget. imagine the reader, instead of doing paintings and stuff for the "artist" thing they make little structures and statues and stuff and have them around in your area. of course theyre all made with forest material; mud, sticks, pinecones, ect ect i dont know, i just love the nature aesthetic with this idea and rrrraaaaaAAAAH

for some reason or another, you make your home in the same woods THE slenderman lives in; or perhaps it was the otherway around? regardless, it doesnt take long for you to become aware of one another....

okay but how funny would it be if you guys bonded over your annoyances over people collecting your stuff. people taking his pages, and people taking your art projects (at least the ones that are portable). like!

though i cannot think of any lore reasons for slendermans pages in my au.... i will one day i promise, i feel like thats too much of an iconic thing to just cut out

it DOES take a long while for slenderman to get used to you, much less foster a friendship with you... but a family bond? i mean yeah sure, hes very reclusive... but thats not just with humans. he doesnt like interacting with other creatures, either

pats your shoulder

my moot

my dear moot, allow me to go on a tangent about my take on slenderman

basic summary is that he and all other demon/most nonhuman creepypasta characters were made by zalgo in my funky au; basically to bring disorder and that kind of shit. but like in a "this is just a part of this universe's nature" way. thus making slenderman himself in my take the be a simple fact of life... thinks.. and he resents his own existence, i think. i mean how cruel is it that he was made to cause issues, in fact he cant live without it (eats people) but he was granted the ability to be able to grasp the complexity of morals and emotion. like thats fucked

i love it

anyways, theres that and him just naturally being reclusive! hell even his supposed "brothers" (splendor and trender, i refuse to touch the third one) hes still.. distant

basically what i mean to say is that you guys probably arent going to be.. outwardly close... if that makes sense. like hes not going to be very affectionate; so dont expect many familial... things... and its not often that he would seek conversation out... though

as i write that, if i recall correctly i did give him the vague craving of connection, and while i usually save that for traditional x reader stuff, i think this would still apply to found family stuff! so actually, i think he WOULD eventually start seeking your company out, just for the fact of having someone else to talk to who doesnt resent his existence the same way he resents his own

sits

given my silly hc i do think he would have some understanding with your relationship with humans/lost souls. would he do it himself? i think it really depends on the situation... like if hes not actively hunting he usually just drives people out of the woods, no sense in wasting.... things... you know?

sits

im all jumbled all over the place my apolocheese im just excited to write for slenderman again

will get annoyed if you snatch away his "meal" since AGAIN, he was cursed to feed on people . like he understands why you did it, and he has mixed feelings around eating human (like not in a "im distressed and i hate it" way more so "its not totally desirable but i cant survive without doing this" way)

sits

i think

im gonna toy around with my slenderman hcs... this ended up being more of a hc dump than a x reader, my apologies

its also that as im typing this i realize how similar my takes on eyeless jack and slenderman are... which is funny because they live in the same woods in my au but they fucking HATE each other

territorial stuff you know

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Part of His World | Part One

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n was just trying to get out of town, running from her family and her past. When her dirt bike breaks down in Kildare, JJ Maybank swoops in to help her. Forced to stick around for a while, Y/n begins to fall in love with JJ and his tight-knit family of outcasts. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to leave OBX as she knows she must.

Word Count: 1154

Warning(s): just some insinuation of family issues, maybe violence

‘“Shit,” you muttered as you hit the brakes of the dirt bike and rolled to a stop.

You got off to inspect, lowering the kickstand. As you poked around the guts of the bike, you wished you had taken your bicycle instead. Seeing no smoke or leaking fluids, you were at a loss. Rising to stand with your hands on your hips, you wondered why you ever thought you would get very far. You inhaled a deep, steadying breath as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you shouted as you kicked the rear tire of the dirt bike. Just as you reared your leg back for another swing, an old pickup truck rolled up and stopped on the opposite side of the road.

“Great, a dirty old perv coming to the rescue,” you mumbled as you steeled yourself, ready to tell the guy to shove off. Just as you raised your hand to wave him off, a young, blonde boy probably around 20 or 21 hopped out of the truck with his own hands up. You quickly dropped your arm to your side, fiddling with the hem of your shorts nervously.

“Woah, woah, woah,” the blonde called, holding up both hands as if to come in peace. “That’s a sick vintage you’re abusing. Ya’ need some help?”

“Um yeah, actually. It died a block back,” you said, scratching the back of your head in embarrassment.

The boy strode over, squatting down to examine the bike. Without a word, he began poking at it. You stood awkwardly, allowing the stranger to take a look. After a few silent moments, he spoke up. “You’ve got a hole in your crankcase - no oil in it. What year is this?”

“Dunno,” you replied. “It’s my brother’s.”

“Your brother let you take his bike out like this?” the boy scoffed.

“Was my brother’s,” you correct yourself. “He doesn’t have much use for it these days.”

The boy looks at the bike incredulously. “What a shame. I’d kill to ride this thing. Even in this condition, it’s sexier than my bike could ever be.”

You blushed a little. You had noticed the stranger’s good looks as soon as he exited his truck despite being confronted on the roadside. You laughed half-heartedly, not knowing what to say in response.

“I might have something back at the house to patch up that leak. You’ll need some new parts if you plan on taking this gal anywhere, though,” the boy offered.

You took a guarded step back. As much as you really needed to get out of town and help to do so, you weren’t so naive.

“No offense, but I don’t know you,” you stated, perhaps a bit too harshly.

The boy extended a hand, blurting out, “JJ.” When you didn’t take his hand, he added, “Maybank. JJ Maybank, friendly neighborhood dirt bike mechanic,” he said with a prize winning grin.

You shook his hand reluctantly. He seemed innocent enough. After a beat, JJ asked, “Now that we’re acquainted, y’ wanna help me lift this thing into the truck?”

You shrugged mentally, figuring you weren’t getting out of this predicament on your own. You toed the kickstand up and began wheeling the bike toward the truck, muttering, “Thanks.”

JJ jogged over to the truck to lower the tailgate, and the two of you lifted the bike into the bed. The bulge of his arm muscles did not go unnoticed by you.

About a mile down the road, JJ broke the silence in the truck. “You never told me your name, ya’ know.”

“Uh, Y/N,” you stated.

“Well, Y/N, why haven’t I seen you around here before?”

After a pause, you lied, “Uh, homeschooled. I don’t get out much.” You didn’t want to mention the fact that you were just passing through on your way to the mainland.

The rest of the ride to JJ’s house was quiet. He didn’t prod, picking up on how guarded you were. The trip was less than 10 minutes, all of which you stared out the window in contemplation of your next steps. You hadn’t given much thought to what you would do once you left. As soon as your dad’s truck turned off of your street that morning, you’d dragged your brother’s dirt bike out of the shed and taken the little bit of cash you knew he kept stashed in the mantle lockbox. Fifty miles later and you were broken down on the roadside.

A small, white house came into view as the truck slowed. JJ hopped out of the truck and you followed to help him get the bike down. You sat on a stool quietly as JJ cleaned and patched the damaged part. You watched as he seemed completely engrossed in his work, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration. He glanced up at you, smiling when he noticed your stare.

“Can you hand me that rag there?” he asked, pointing to the workbench behind you. You blinked and held it out, JJ’s greasy hand brushing yours as he reached for it. You recoiled at the spark you felt run up your arm.

JJ’s words didn’t give you much time to think about it. “It’ll take several hours for the patch to set before you can add any oil. I’ve got plans with my friends. You should join,” he proposed.

You didn’t have anywhere else to go, and this boy was nice enough. What could it hurt? “Sure, I just want to be able to hit the road before dark,” you said.

JJ grinned that prize winning grin again.

After JJ went inside to wash up, the two of you were on your way to what JJ referred to as “the chateau.” You weren’t too upset about this wrench in your plans. It was better you broke down in Kildare where someone who could help happened upon you than somewhere where you’d be stranded and vulnerable. You could use the next few hours to formulate the rest of your plan, or maybe you’d let go and try to enjoy the distraction of others near your age.

When you pulled up to what must be the chateau, JJ killed the engine and turned to you before getting out. “You don’t have to tell me the whole truth. I just want to know that you’re not in any danger… or that you’re not an ax murderer,” he said, trying to keep it somewhat light.

You gazed at his face for a moment. It was so genuine. You pushed down the pang of sadness that crept into the back of your mind. No one had shown you an ounce of kindness or concern since your brother had left eight months ago.

“I’ll be okay,” you said with a small smile.

JJ nodded, and you both got out of the truck and walked up to the chateau.

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More JJ coming soon. Maybe even a bit of Rafe.

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OC questionnaire tag

Thanks @willtheweaver for the tag!

I've done a lot of things with Caldren, so I think I'll switch it up this time and interview my gal Phoenix, the title character from my superhero novel.

Are you named after anyone?

Not a person. I'm named after the phoenix, duh. A bird that rises in flames from the ashes of defeat.

When was the last time you cried?

I don't cry. Crying is for the weak and powerless, and I am not either of those things. When something hurts me, I fight back, not cry about it.

Do you have kids?

No. I do have a... younger brother, sort of. I raised him pretty much all by myself, so I guess you could say he's like my kid. But I don't actually have any.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Heh. Yeah, whenever I can.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

How strong they are, what their build is. Whether I could take them in a fight. Whether they'll run or try to be a hero and attack me.

What’s your eye color?

The color of fire and coals burning the flesh of those who've hurt me.

(Her eyes are brown)

Any special talents?

I have gloves that can create and control fire. They're pretty hard to use. I can also fight really well. It's what I was trained for my whole life.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings aren't real, and who needs scary movies when your whole life is a nightmare? *Bitter laugh.* Ash can't handle the scary stuff, so we generally watch kid stuff, when we're allowed to watch movies at all.

Where were you born?

Dunno. My... I don't know what to call him, the jerk who raised me, he found me as a toddler. Somewhere around here, I guess. Who cares?

Do you have any pets?

No. The last thing I need is something else to feed and take care of.

How tall are you?

I don't know exactly, but a little shorter than average. Somewhere around five feet tall? Don't let that fool you though. I'm still really powerful.

What was your favorite subject in school?

(Sarcastically) What's school? *Laughs* We mostly just had fighting training and stuff like that. I did like to read about old wars and stuff when I could get ahold of books. And I really loved art. Looking at it and making it. Not that I was allowed to make art, but sometimes you just gotta graffiti a wall even if you'll get beaten for it.

What is your dream job?

Taking vengeance on my enemies, defeating the superheroes, and finally having the chance to live the life I deserve. Huh? Yeah, I know supervillain isn't an actual job, but who cares? Besides, I'm not the villain here anyway.

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[100%].

[Lazy writing incoming]

Hexe continues floating through the hall as normal, as if she was not just frozen for god knows how long. She doesn't even realize it, as if time for her has simply resumed.

Nothing seems out of place. The twins see her and quickly duck out of view, Achilles watches her leave with hatred in his eye.... nothing out of the ordinary, she's acting... well, normal.

Slyn is sitting at his desk when she teleports in, sitting on his bed.

"Hello, Slyn."

Slyn jumps and turns around, brandishing a small dagger at her. She tilts her head.

".... oh-" he drops out of his chair and kneels at Hexe's feet. "Greetings, my queen.... apologies, you scared me...."

"I am aware."

He tries to act as if he doesn't want to run up and kiss her but also run away at the same time. Hexe's blank expression curls into a frown.

"Something has just occurred. And I want to know what it is."

".... m-my queen, I do not know what you are speaking of-"

"Don't fucking play dumb like this, Slyn. Someone forgot to clean the gold glitter by the stables."

Of course they fucking forgot, he thinks as his heart drops.

The dagger slips from Slyn's hands and flies into Hexe's, as if magnetized. She inspects the blade, a trickle of blood dripping down the metal and onto her finger.

"For once, I do not know what has happened. Something in the kingdom feels... different. More hopeful."

"That can not be. That is not allowed. So I implore you to tell me...... what. Happened."

Slyn adjusts his sleeve a bit, looking down.

"I've been in my room for the whole day, don't ask me."

"You are the king, Slyn. A king does not isolate in his room, cutting his arms for menial situations involving those whom do matter."

Slyn winces. Of course she knew.

He feels sharp nails trace the back of his neck before they grab his hair with an iron grip, holding him down as Hexe leers over him. Slyn feels a shiver flood down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement.

"You are more attentive than this, Slyn. You know something. So I will give you another chance to be a good king and tell me...."

"What. Happened."

"............."

Slyn stares up into her eyes. His are dead and dull, with just the smallest hint of affection as she glares at him.

He continues to bite his tongue.

"...... Ah. I see how it is."

She throws him against the wall harshly. Slyn grunts in pain before prying his eyes open.... everything is cold. He can't see anything easily, from how dark and cold the room is.

.... this isn't my room....? He thinks, falling to the ground. The snakes of his hands land on something wet and rough.... carpet? No.... moss.

Hexe teleports in front of Slyn. She takes off her hat, and the only illusion of disguise disappears to unveil the shadowed monster beneath.

Her voice is hollow, warped, and full of so much anger as she speaks.

"I'm finished trying to restore you to your former glory. You have fallen too far.... and now you shall pay the price for your negligence."

Vaga quickly tells Samuel once he comes across the glitter, and they burn it with Celio's help. It's only 10 minutes after Hexe unfroze.

"Do you think she noticed?" Vaga whispers to his brother and friend.

"I dunno.... maybe."

"But then wouldn't we all be getting punished r'now? She's a loose cannon, she'd totally be punishing us all if she thought something was up."

Vaga and Sammy look at each other apprehensively.

"....... guess not. Maybe she didn't notice."

"I hope not..."

Eventually they go their separate ways... no punishments. No screaming. No torture. Everything seems calm.......

No one can hear anything from the dungeon though.