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suzukiblu · 2 years ago

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NaNoWriMo day three; obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Still, Kon's been taking care of himself this long, Tim guesses, so maybe . . .

No. No, this is definitely fucked-up and a terrible idea.

But he has no idea what he should do about it. What he even could do about it.

Kon finishes a whole order of cinnamon bread and is eyeing the next one before they even get back to base. Tim doesn't say anything about it because he's apparently been living on laboratory cafeteria food all this time, but does make him carry the highly precarious stack of food in. In his defense, "precarious stacks" are basically what TTK is made for, and also it'll hopefully distract Kon from potentially feeling weird about getting paid for or eating "too much" or just whatever.

Tim is going to burn Cadmus to the ground and stock up on kryptonite and a whole lot of explosives, but he's going to do it in the least Kon-upsetting way possible. Plus his supervillain timeline is a long-term plan too, and Kon should be eating things that aren't cafeteria food right now. And also not working for and living in a shady lab. And also–

"Shit, do we have any cups left?" Kon asks, looking around with a frown.

"Top of the fridge," Tim says, both because it's his job to know as much information as possible and because he's trying to avoid stressing himself out any worse. Stress is not productive. It's not going to fix the problem. Kon doesn't even want him to fix this problem.

"Cool," Kon says, then thumps the stack of pizza boxes down on the table and goes right for the cinnamon bread again, flipping the box open as he heads off to, presumably, retrieve the cups. Tim is entirely unsurprised and has no illusions that he'll be getting any of it himself.

He arranges the pizza boxes and everything else they ordered a little more accessibly on the table, trying not to obsess over the problem of Kon's current lifestyle. He's living in a lab getting by on cafeteria food and not getting properly compensated for doing a dangerous job and doesn't know Superman has a secret identity and is never, ever anything but "Superboy" himself. He doesn't have another identity to hide inside or fall back on or just take a break in. Didn't even have a real name until just recently, and that real name isn't anything he can use outside of still being Superboy.

Tim can't imagine never being able to take off Robin, but Kon probably can't imagine ever having to take off Superboy.

Tim doesn't even know what that would feel like.

Kon comes back with the cups, tosses them on the table, and stuffs another chunk of the already half-gone cinnamon bread into his mouth. Tim is starting to doubt the quality of that cafeteria even more than he reflexively did.

He opens the Zesti and pours them both a cup, and Kon looks oddly–not surprised, exactly? But a little puzzled, almost, watching Tim fill a cup for him.

"I can pour my own drink, Rob, geez," he snorts.

"I had it open already," Tim replies with a carefully dismissive shrug, screwing the lid back on the two-liter. Kon huffs, but picks up a cup and takes a drink.

"Sure, whatever," he says. "This is so much pizza, man. Think we can get through it all or should we call in Imp for backup?"

"If we do that, we're not getting any of it," Tim points out dryly.

"Okay, good point," Kon says. "Guess that's why you're the one in charge here, Wonder Boy."

"I had to get my qualifications from somewhere," Tim says, sparing him a wry smile. Kon sniggers, then rips off another chunk of the cinnamon bread and holds the mostly-empty rest of the box out to him. Tim blinks, a little surprised, but takes the last piece. "Thanks."

Note to self: Kon really likes cinnamon. Or icing, maybe. Or both.

Actually, that thought makes Tim feel a little flustered over Kon giving him the last piece of the cinnamon bread, given how thoroughly he destroyed the rest of it. Which is stupid, since he also hogged the rest of it and could've shared way more than just the last piece, the asshole.

Tim is absolutely still flustered anyway, though.

Yeah, he has it embarrassingly bad.

Ugh.

"Sure, man," Kon says, flashing him a grin. Tim swears to himself that this bastard can never, ever know how cute that grin makes him. If Kon knew he had a crush on him, he would be absolutely insufferable about it. Insufferable and smug.

Or, possibly, uncomfortable and freaked out. Or worse, angry and hateful. But Tim would rather not assume the absolute worst of an ally who almost counts as a friend, to whatever extent he can count anyone who hasn't seen his actual face before as a friend.

Both more and less than the guys at school, probably.

Tim's not sure what that actually says about his life these days.

But Kon . . . Tim doesn't really think Kon would be an asshole about it, if he knew Tim wasn't entirely straight. He's never really said anything to give him that impression.

He'd definitely be unbearable, though, so Tim will be taking the secret of this particular inadvisable crush to his grave, please and thank you.

They both sit down at the table–well, Tim sits, Kon more sprawls, and looks unfortunately attractive doing it–and grab a couple slices apiece and then crack open the wings. Kon eats much faster than Tim, who deliberately takes his time about it. Technically, avoiding getting pizza grease and barbecue sauce on his gloves is reason enough to do that, which is what he's going to point out if Kon comments on it, but obviously he's doing it to make sure Kon gets to eat as much as he wants.

Seriously. Cafeteria food for every meal. And not from a private school or fancy company's cafeteria; from an underground cloning lab with, again, incredibly dubious ethics.

Tim really can't imagine Cadmus is all that committed to food safety and quality, given all the human rights violations they've committed in just their day-to-day operations–to say nothing of any special projects like Kon.

Maybe Tim should release all their classified files onto the internet and just let whatever happens to them as a result happen.

. . . no, no, nobody needs any random weirdos on the dark web reverse-engineering any Kryptonian DNA or anything. Which they definitely would. Hell, just the front page of Reddit and a few YouTube comments would probably be enough to do it, and then somebody'd try to actually go and produce it "just to see".

Though it's still tempting, honestly.

Extremely tempting.

"Are you going to be here next weekend?" Tim says once Kon's mauled his way through a good dozen wings and four slices of pizza with very little sign of slowing down, and Kon stuffs most of another slice into his mouth with an easy shrug. He still looks cute even with terrible table manners, Tim notes resignedly. How is that possible? Why is that even a thing?

Kon is so goddamn annoying that way.

"Probably, yeah," Kon says around a mouthful of pizza before shoving the rest of the slice into his mouth. Tim watches in vague revulsion, wondering how he still finds him cute.

Gross, definitely, but still cute all the same.

"I mean, unless Cadmus needs me for something, anyway," Kon amends as he gets himself another slice. "Sometimes there's emergencies and shit, you know how it is."

"Definitely," Tim agrees, though "and shit" doesn't really cover Gotham-level disasters, as a descriptor. Still gets the point across, so whatever. "I'll be here, barring Gotham."

"You mean barring Batman," Kon snorts, rolling his eyes, and Tim feels a very weird way about the fact that Kon doesn't have a Batman in his life. Well–doesn't have a Bruce in his life, more like.

Or a Jack Drake.

It's kind of a sad thought, to be honest, though it probably makes the vigilante work a lot easier.

"Barring Batman," Tim agrees again, smiling wryly. "You realize you have a boss too now, right?"

"I could still be Superboy if I quit Cadmus, though," Kon says, which is a valid point, if not quite the one Tim was trying to make. "No way Batman wouldn't flip shit if you kept being Robin out from under his big black cape."

"Well, historically that hasn't always gone so well," Tim says, taking a sip of his Zesti. Kon tilts his head, looking curious.

"Wait, you've actually done that before?" he asks. "Seriously?"

"There's been other Robins, you know," Tim reminds him, wry again. Kon blinks.

"More than one?" he asks. "I thought it was just you and that Nightwing dude. Who else?"

It occurs to Tim, very suddenly, that Kon not only wasn't a superhero when Jason was Robin, he didn't even exist when Jason was Robin. He wouldn't have heard anything when it happened, even in rumors, and it's not like many people talk about Jason now, even in the community. At least not anywhere that Tim's ever heard, anyway.

Admittedly, that might be survivorship bias, all things considered.

"My immediate predecessor," Tim says carefully, taking another sip. "After Nightwing and before me. He's–not active anymore."

"Dead or just maimed?" Kon assumes. Tim doesn't bother wondering why "retired" doesn't occur to him as an option.

It's Kon. Of course "retired" wouldn't occur to him.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young justice #young just us #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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shadowsandcoffedripss · 6 months ago

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Hi hiii. Can I request: HCs about how courtiers from arcana spend the new year?

Yesss The arcana fandom I'm backkk

Valdemar

• Although they don't really understand (or care) in the first place about the new year celebration, thinking it's just another human excuse to humor about the passing of time, if you insist they mayy try and do it for you. Just because you wouldn't leave them alone.

• When you told them about passing the time before the countdown with "games" you weren't really expecting them to find delight in those, or even having to stop them from getting some of their "ideas".

• But overall they would have or at least try to enjoy the moment.

• Feel like they would either: almost jump of out their skin and run away to go back to their lab or be the only one unfazed by the fireworks lmao

• Wouldn't get drunk whatsoever. Stopped Valerius from getting absolutely unhinged, treating to experiment on him, as first patient of the year.

• They are getting there-

• 100% say that we are all getting closer to death as the year has just started 💀

Volta

• Actually gets all happy and excited for the celebrations.

• Probably because of all the food. It is because of the food.

• Loves playing games with you to pass the time before the countdown

• And even would happily count with you :)

• Only to be absolutely terrified by the fireworks and making sure she doesn't get traumatized poor baby-

• Don't you dare give her alcohol. And please stop Valerius from getting the whole court drunk to have an excuse to go away with Lucio.

• Would get drunk only by drinking one cup.

• Please save her-

• She secretly has a ritual of writing down her wishes for the year and hiding them in a small box, hoping they come true. Cause she is a baby-

Vlastomil

• Insist on throwing the party at least once in his manor, and you were like "what could possibly go wrong-"

• Midnight is marked by an experimental “firework” he’s created, which either dazzles or terrifies everyone present. Most likely the second one lmao

• Gets also drunk and he is the type to either fall dead asleep, or sob from start to finish-

• He views the new year as an opportunity for growth and discovery, sharing ambitious plans for his latest research projects with anyone who will listen. And to talk about worms for the first of many, many, many times during the year.

• Would even say happy new year to each one of his worms, spending the rest of the night like that 😭

Vulgora

• They celebrate with intensity, turning the night into a raucous party full of loud music, drinking, and feats of strength.

• They love a good challenge and might organize competitions like arm-wrestling matches or sparring bouts to entertain their guests.

• Midnight is an explosion of noise and energy, with Vulgora leading a primal cheer to welcome the year. And they most likely would insist to have them every. single. night. They actually had those for a week straight after that-

• They don’t bother with resolutions; they live each year as boldly as possible, seeing the new year as another chance to conquer life.

• Would get drunk and were the one to give Volta that cup-

• Vulgora I swear to God-

Valerius

• Valerius hosts an exclusive, high-class soirée at his estate, where only the most influential and refined citizens are invited. He insisted on you being there with him too, even after the whole prologue situation.

• He insists on a strict dress code—formal and elegant—and takes great pride in outshining all his guests with his impeccable attire and regal presence. He's basically bitching around-

• As the night progresses, he grows slightly tipsy (though he'll deny it), becoming more charismatic and bold in his toasts and stories.

• Deep down, he secretly hopes the new year will bring him peace and recognition, though he buries those thoughts under layers of pride and sarcasm.

• He’s the type to retreat to a quiet corner with his most trusted confidant (*coff*Lucio *coff*) after the celebrations, sharing his more personal resolutions with a softer, more vulnerable tone.

• Won't show it, but he would be terrified by the fireworks. With the whole jumps and little scream to match.

#the arcana courtiers #the arcana #headcanons #consul valerius #procurator volta #quaestor valdemar #praetor vlastomil #pontifex vulgora #ask box

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sonicasura · 7 months ago

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‘A slight miscalculation has been made…’

Dart’s DNA was bothersome even a good day. So, it should have occurred to the most powerful device in multiple universes—that an extended mostly non-organic transformation would have side effects. It was far too used to having users who utilized it for many years… Dart didn’t have as much experience with them nor the same DNA as most universes’ humans.

The Omnitrix could painfully admit that it still experienced the odd bug or miscalculation. Exploring the Multiverse opened its artificial intelligence to countless new factors. It should have noticed the decline in Dart’s energy lately.

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All it took was the human teen de-transforming for a few hours to cause everything to go to hell. The Autobots—the good guys—annihilated the other Predacon clones. As one can imagine being part of a mostly extinct race, Predaking was pissed. Dart was frankly disappointed.

Predaking: “Where were you?!”

Was the first thing to greet them as they reluctantly transformed back into Bygone. They let a brief flicker of green wash over them, but ultimately decline the Omnitrix taking the wheel.

Bygone: “I was resting.” *Maybe it was the smashed tanks in Shockwave’s lab, or maybe it was the way Predaking’s face held a flicker of disgust.* “Clearly, someone should have been here.”

Predaking, at their dry tone: “Do you not realize what this means?”

Another flicker of green—this time, Dart allowed the Omnitrix to take charge. Bygone’s optics dimmed to hide the personality change.

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‘Bygone’: “It seems the universe has chosen for you to remain the only Predacon.”

His counterpart easily dodged the swipes of his claws only infuriating the dragon-like cybertronian further. How dare they. How dare they!

How dare they speak as if Bygone didn’t share the same species as him.

How dare they ignore all the prattling that gave his young self headaches growing into his sapience.

It’s only when he exploited their mech mode’s tail that Predaking could get them to stay still.

Predaking: “These were our kind! Why aren’t you as enraged as I am?!”

The sudden blow of almost equal measure caught him off guard. Always the smart one—hurting him by utilizing certain weak spots…Bygone’s optics were now glowing an unnatural green, as if some unseen force was. Was.

Bygone: “Predacons went extinct, Crest. They died out for a reason and it was only though a scientist efforts you exist. Your actions define that lost race, so I sincerely hope you are ready to bear the consequences. Either the Autobots killed the others because you were such a threat despite our efforts or something else happened!”

If Predaking was disgusted by the smaller Predacon’s disregard for their lost species, then Bygone was disappointed that he devolved to violence.

(What a pair they made…)

—ROB’d Anon.

Dart’s not doing so hot—janky DNA and all. Still, this little argument was them simply being out of it. A shame the Decepticons (Megatron) never accounted for a Noah’s Arc of a device.

Transformers Prime unreliable narrator really cements how grey things actually were. Like Predaking, those clones weren't really programmed with any malicious intentions. Merely developing newborns who don't know that their creation was for more sinister reasons. Thus the annihilation hits harder.

Predaking doesn't know about the massive bombshell that Bygone is essentially a shapeshifter with the equivalent of Noah's Ark. Even though the term would need to be explained, he'll probably get the gist that his species aren't completely extinct. There might come a day where the Predacons can return but this time without a massive war hanging over their heads.

#sonicasura #sonicasura answers #asks #anonymous #ben 10 #ben 10 series #ben ten #ben ten series #oc #original character #maccadam #transformers #transformers series #transformers prime #tf #tf series #tfp

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fandomsnstuff · 2 years ago

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Hey look it's not 10pm yet! I'm winning

@taznovembercelebration

Day 23: rest

Barry's almost certain Lup hasn't been sleeping since they lost Taako. He'll do anything to get her to take a break

Read it on AO3

Barry's walking through the silent, darkened corridors of the Starblaster after waking up in the middle of the night. He's headed to get a snack and a glass of water, and when he turns a corner, he sees light spilling into the hallway from the lab. The door creaks softly as he pushes it open, and he sees Lup hunched uncomfortably on one of the stools, asleep, her head resting on her arms folded atop the workbench. His heart aches for her.

They lost Taako for the first time early on in this cycle, and she's been nonstop working ever since. Whether it's lab work or physical training, she hardly stops to eat. She certainly doesn't sleep or trance enough, if at all. He's no stranger to a bad coping mechanism, and it seems she's finally crashed.

He doesn't want to wake her and risk her not going back to sleep, but her back probably won't appreciate the long sleep she's bound to have after weeks of too little.

He pads into the lab and puts a hand on her back. Softly, he says, “Lup?” He shakes her gently. “Hey, wake up.”

She opens her bleary eyes. She mumbles, “Koko?”

“Not quite. Come on, you should go to bed.”

Her eyes roam over his face. “Only if you come with me.”

“Sure.” He guides her up and walks her out of the lab. She links her arm with his and rests her head on his shoulder. A few years ago, he might've gotten nervous and flustered at the affection, but nowadays it's just comfortable. They get to her room, and he pulls the covers back on her bed, guiding her in to lie down. He tucks her in and says, “there you go. Now you can be nice and comfortable.”

She grabs his hand as he starts to turn away. “Will you stay? I–” she chokes up, “it's hard to sleep alone.”

He sits on the edge of the bed and brushes some hair out of her face. “Is that why you've hardly stopped working since it happened?”

“We've always been together. We've always shared. I should know what to do without him, but I don't. Not like this.” Her voice shakes and tears roll down her cheeks. “Every time I try to sleep, I just see it happening over and over again. Or I dream about him, but then I wake up and he's not here.” She squeezes his hand, “please stay. I'm so tired.”

“Of course I'll stay.”

She pulls her covers back and shifts over to make room for him. He slides in next to her, and she curls up into his side, hiding her face in his shoulder. He rubs circles into her back, and soon enough, her breathing evens out and she falls back to sleep.

Barry stays with her every night for the rest of the cycle. Sometimes he has to convince her to come to bed, or the two of them lose track of time and accidentally stay up far too late in the lab, but at least she's sleeping.

When they reset, and Taako reappears at Lup's side, she pulls him into a hug instantly. “Idiot,” she sobs into his shoulder, “never do that shit again. I hate you. Don't fucking leave me like that.”

They all get back into the swing of things, adjusting and investigating the new cycle. Taking inventory, planning, et cetera, et cetera. Barry's checking the integrity of the hull after their escape when Lup comes up to him.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” He prods at a suspicious looking spot, but it stays solid. “What's up?”

“I just wanted to say thanks for helping me sleep.”

“Oh.” He looks over at her. “It was nothing. You'd do the same.”

“Yeah…” she scuffs the ground up with the toe of her shoe, “I don't know how much more exhaustion my body would've been able to take, so you were really my hero through that cycle. So thanks.”

“You're welcome. I'm happy to help, anytime you need me.”

She smiles at him. “I might just take you up on that. As much as I love Taako, he does tend to get on my nerves.”

He laughs. “Well, my door is open whenever you need it.”

She winks as she starts walking away, “noted.”

#blupjeans fic #taz fic #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup

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archvillain-fandom · 2 years ago

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so basically, here's how i would write the events of the epilogue:

a twelve-year-old kyle travels into the future, to ask his future self how he can save mairi and be a hero at the same time

his future self is nowhere to be seen. instead, a washed-up mighty mike lives with erasmus and the rest of kyle's tech

kyle asks where his future self is, mike says that he's dead

erasmus shows kyle a recording of his future death at the hands of the villains club

kyle learns the date, time, and cause of his death, but not the reason

he asks mike if he was able to save mairi, mike gets uncomfortable but eventually says yes

kyle resolves to let the timeline play out the way it does in order to keep mairi safe, travels back to his own time

flash forward twenty years.

a thirty-two year old kyle is a part of the villains club, but secretly researches how to create mike and send him back in time

he's dating jack, but doesn't fully trust him because of how he treated mairi during the ultitron incident. jack doesn't understand why kyle is holding him at arm's length

kyle reaches a point where he can't continue his research without being discovered, and makes arrangements to go into hiding

he calls mike to a bar to explain what he's doing and to say goodbye

mike, who's going through a bad divorce and is disillusioned with superheroism, wants to come with kyle. kyle tries to dissuade him, having seen how much of a wreck mike becomes in the future, but ultimately gives in so the timeline remains stable

the pair move to a suburb, masquerading as a married couple, and live off of mike's money. kyle has a garage lab, and mike takes care of the house. only mairi and kyle's parents know where they are

although kyle is initially frustrated with mike's presence, he grows to appreciate his help and to genuinely like him as a person. the two rebound with each other

kyle holds him at arm's length, like he did to jack, because he doesn't want to hurt him more than he has to when he dies. he comes very close to telling mike the truth, but holds back. mike is frustrated because he knows kyle's hiding something from him

after nine months of mike's embryo developing, the big day finally arrives

kyle is preparing for his death when mike turns on the news. it's a story about his ex-wife– and his daughter. mike disappeared before he could find out that his ex was pregnant

kyle asks if he's okay, but mike cheerfully dismisses him. he says that he never chose to have a kid, he never chose to be a superhero, and that never made a choice of his own until they ran off together. he says that he'll always choose kyle, because he loves him. kyle wonders aloud why mike had to tell him that today, but when mike questions this, he says it's nothing and that mike should go out to think

through all of this, the villains club has been searching for kyle. jack is heartbroken that he's been abandoned, and walter uses that anger to push him back into the violent mad mask persona

as a last-ditch resort, jack calls mairi and tells her the truth about kyle, connecting with her through their shared pain. he tells her that kyle went rogue from the villains club because he's planning on erasing mighty mike from the timeline, which could destroy their universe, and that they want to talk him down. shocked and hurt, mairi tells him kyle's address

the villains club arrives at kyle's house and break in. jack finds his old wooden mask and puts it on

kyle fights them, beating the giggler over the head with a picture frame and shattering jack's mask, but is shot by jack

he sends jack and walter back in time along with mighty mike, and dies

mike returns back to the house to find the mess

he calls for help, and re-exposes himself to the public

the media vilifies kyle camden, but mike stays stern that he's a good person

mairi attempts to reach out to mike to apologize, but is angrily rebuffed

erasmus is the only one keeping mike company, although he spends most of his time sleeping

mike becomes isolated and bitter because he blames himself for not being able to stop kyle's death. he ignores his daughter and all reconciliation attempts by mairi and a repenting giggler

twelve year old kyle comes to visit him

mike tells him the date, time, and cause of his death, but cannot bring himself to tell him that mairi betrays him

kyle disappears back to his own time, only to come back soon after with the older version of jack from yesterday again

broken from torture, jack also blames himself for what happened

kyle makes mike promise to take care of jack before going back to his own time

although they both resent each other, they begin the process of healing together. jack convinces mike to talk to mairi again, and the three are there to support mike's daughter as she becomes the world's new superhero

#archvillain book #barry lyga #kyle camden #mighty mike #mad mask #mairi mactaggert #headcanon #mike can be a divorced alcoholic deadbeat dad. as a treat #this is basically just fanfiction but i hope yall like it anyway

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thevideogamewhumparchives · 7 days ago

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Game: Mad Father

This is a horror game where you play as a little girl named Aya who's father is a mad doctor who conducts horrific unethical experiments on living beings, be it children or even animals.

Aya must work her way around the mansion that's filled with horrors and ghosts of the victims involved in these gruesome experiments.

What can Aya do? This is her father, is she really safe from him or will she end up running for her life?

Also there will be eye injury horror.

Enter if you dare 👇

Before I go on, you might want to watch these first. This is SHBs gameplay, you can find some non commentary gameplay on YouTube if you want or even play the game. Spoilers below

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The father in question is named Alfred Drevis, and there was nothing good about him, even in childhood he took pleasure in killing small animals for fun.

Despite having a family, he's a psychopath who has no sympathy or empathy for any living creature, he sees them as nothing but test subjects for his own brutal medical pleasures. He's responsible for the deaths of multiple characters, including children, he murdered Aya's mother (who doesn't have a great personality herself as she's quite manipulative)

Alfred has an unhealthy obsession with medical science and lifesized dolls, turning his subjects into these dolls, as he views them as preseving their beauty, even his own daughter should he catch her.

The whole point of the game is that Aya wants to "save" her father. But at this point I think we already know that he is beyond saving. He's a man of pure evil who lures his victims to trust him by taking them into his care, he targets the poor and homeless people as easy victims, not caring about their age. He's essentially a serial killer, who looses his sanity entirely if he's forced to chase after his victims, going overkill with a chainsaw.

Alfred spends most of his time in his laboratory, located deep in the basement. The victims he collects are usually poor, homeless people who wouldn't draw much attention of the authorities if they disappeared. But he's also willing to butcher his own family.

He may seem like a kind and trusting man but he hides a dark secret

His underground basement lab, where he conducts his gruesome experiments

He has no mercy, even to children

Whatever was in that syringe, caused immense suffering to the child...

He only spares people if they are useful to him. He spares Maria after she demonstrates her medical skills to an injured person sharing the same cell as her

She then becomes his assistant, following through with his questionable antics.

Based on the state of his laboratory and the fact that he uses a chainsaw, may imply that he's not a very sanitary man, he may wear a mask and what seems to be gloves, but the bloody conditions of the lab and medical tools say otherwise. Not even keeping the place clean before his next experiments.

One of his test subjects is a blonde haired boy who acts as an older brother to Aya. He was an orphan taken in by Alfred and soon grew a bond with Aya who was unfortunatly oblivious to this (he didn't want to view her as a replacement of his sister, but soon he decides he'll do his best to protect her as she has also lost someone dear to her). She reminds him of his deceased sister and in one flashback he's seen looking after her. He encounters her sleeping on a sofa, after saying that she'll catch a cold sleeping there, he puts a blanket over her and stays next to her.

This is when he had both his eyes. One was brutally removed during Alfred's sick experiments. You can see the hollowed out eye socket when you first encounter him, this scares Aya however and she runs off.

Later, he wraps a bandage over his whole socket for the rest of the game. He wants to protect Aya from her own father and sympathises deeply for the victims who lost their lives. Telling Aya to never forget those victims.

In his older bandaged sprite design, dried blood can be seen on his right cheek, also the bloodstains were different.

His name is actually Robin even though his name isn't seen ingame. He originally didn't have an official name so fans used to call him Dio.

Overall, Robin is an extremely kindhearted boy who aims to protect the people he loves.

Also there's whump!

This is an official in-game artwork image.

The kiss goodbye. Which shows just how much he cares for Aya.

#horror whump in video games #vg medical laboratory 🫀🧬🔬

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codiecoda · 10 days ago

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More Than A Concussion - Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson Fanfic

Alex hits his head during an intimate moment

[Drabble Prompt: Who are you?]

There was a lot that could be said about how intense the intimate moments between Alex and Slade tended to be, but it was like the two of them liked it, so there was no issue, or at least until there was. The most recent moment the two of them shared had been in the lab, and it involved moments where Slade would manhandle Alex like he was made for him. It was nice, or at least it was until it wasn't. Slade had slammed Alex into the table a bit too hard. He hit his head, and that's when he saw the blood. It was bad. He went unconscious for a while, and Slade rushed him to the hospital. It took some threats, but Alex was moved ahead of the rest. He would be treated first.

It could be said that Slade was terrified in those moments he had to sit there in wait, but the moment that he was able to be with Alex, he refused to leave him. He knew that the injuries to the brain could be severe. He worried for a moment that Alex wouldn't survive it, but he was relieved when the other man opened his eyes. He was alive and well or at least so Slade assumed. He was proven incorrect when Alex asked who he was, and from there all hell broke loose. The doctors assured him that the amnesia would clear in the next twenty-four hours, but it still terrified Slade to know that he did that to Alex. He never wanted to hurt him, but he had, and in an intimate moment no less. He made him feel like a monster. He was a monster.

“Who are you?” Alex asked as he focused his attention on his partner, tensing a bit as he moved his hair out of his face. “Your skin feels rough—”

“Sorry about that.. I uh.. I'm your uh.. husband?” Slade responded with a bit of hesitation, clearing his throat before he continued. “You hit your head, which is why you can't remember anything. It should clear up by tomorrow.”

“You don't have two eyes.” Alex noted with a sense of fascination, unable to hide how sad he found it. “It looks like it hurts—”

“This will clear up, right?” Slade asked as he let the other man treat him like a hurt kitten, unable to hide his concerns. “If it doesn't, someone won't be able to walk—”

“It will clear up.” The doctor assured before the man could finish his threat, not bothering to hide the overall fear he had collected. “He'll be fine.”

“Have I ever told you that your eye reminds me of a sunset?” Alex asked as he continued to examine his partner, running his fingers through his hair as he spoke. “Love the white hair.. Makes your eye color stand out more.”

Slade had meant to be humorous when he threatened to fuck the other man's brains out. He didn't mean for it to be literal. He didn't realize that the husband's lie would lead to this kind of treatment. He should have married the man sooner. He would have killed for this level of attention. He didn't even have to ask for it. He loved it, but he had to admit that it was a lot.

“Don't move—” Alex interrupted as he forced his partner closer, unable to miss the look he held over such an action. “You said I could do whatever I wanted.”

“You were a lot nicer about this before the amnesia.” Slade noted as he was forced to cuddle, seeming in disbelief as the man turned him onto his back. “I didn't know you could manhandle me like this.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67153195

#fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #my adventures with superman #maws #lex luthor #slade wilson #slex #slade/lex #maws lex luthor #lex luthor x slade wilson #maws slade wilson

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yetanothergreyjedi · 2 years ago

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Ghosts of Our Pasts

DP x DC crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne sibling AU

Parts 1 & 2. Part 4 Part 5

Part 3: Before

"You are not my brothers!" Their newest brother shouted. They were used to this by now. Once Damian had stopped actively trying to kill them for dominance or whatever, they'd taken to domesticating him like feral kitten. He was a lot more hiss than he was claw. And as long as they didn't push too far, he just got more comfortable with them. Except, of course, when they referred to him as family.

"Yes we are," Someone quipped back, and Damian's face grew stormy.

"You. Are. Not." Damian snarled. "I had a brother. You will not replace him!" They all froze with the revelation, and Damian took that time to throw down his Robin gear and storm out of the room.

He'd had a brother. The league had tucked away, not one, but two?!? And they had killed one, or gotten them killed or— it was no use to speculate, they didn't know what happened.

"I'll talk to him," Dick volunteered, before he started to spiral. No one responded, probably because they'd started a spiral of their own.

___

Damian wasn’t hiding. Well, from a civilian's perspective, he might be. He felt like hiding, but this was not an appropriate situation to hide from. Thus, he stayed in a place someone with League of Assassin training, and his b— his father’s other children would find completely obvious.

It was Grayson who found and silently sat down next to him. He didn't ask, and that was better because Damian didn't have to say anything, but it was worse because he needed to say something, and now he couldn’t hide behind a resistance to interrogation.

"He would've loved it here." Damian admitted.

Grayson leaned ever so slightly into him. "What was he like?"

___

Danyal laughed as he ran down the hall, enjoying the moment while he could before the inevitable he'll to pay. He'd been seen, but hadn't been caught, so his self imposed mission was successful.

It was a harmless prank, but an action suitably beneath an heir to the Demon. It should be enough. Damian wouldn't fail, but he feared he would; now, even if he drastically missed his mark he'd still have a reason for grandfather to keep him around.

If Dany had known he was setting the mark his brothers would be held to, he would've held back. He did now. He sprinted on the razors edge of acceptable performance and excellence. Hopefully, it would last long enough to put his plan into motion.

___

Damian told him about the older brother who loved the stars, played secret games, got into odd kinds of trouble, and was the best at everything. Dick got a sense of how young Damian must've been when he'd died. There was also something missing in the stories, but Dick didn't push. This was a rare bit of vulnerability, and he wasn’t going to risk it.

They missed patrol that night, and later shared those stories with the rest of their siblings. They morned the brother they'd never meet, and eventually Damian called them brothers too.

But one phrase from that night still haunted Dick;

"He would've gotten us here years ago... if it weren't for me..."

Dick never did ask, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the details.

___

Danyal layed there for an eternity. If he moved too soon, he'd risk Damian turning around, if he waited too long, he'd bleed out. Would Damian turn around? Would he apologize and help him up? Would he come back to finish him off? Had his brother intended a slow kill to make him suffer, or to let him escape? Maybe Damian hadn't accounted for the light armor beneath his clothes?

He waited a half an eternity longer, then forced himself to his feet. He managed a few steps before pain and dizziness toppled him again. Up. Step. Step. Down. Up. Step. Down. Crawling managed more distance, but left a more obvious trail. It wouldn’t get him out of here. He would die here. Unless...

___

Jazz wanted to be mad at the boy who was now her brother. Her parents had barely left the lab since he'd offered a glowing green vial in exchange for a home.

It was his fault they'd forgotten about her, but only this time. Last time is was the old woman convinced her husband was still in the house. The time before that it had been a beeping box that went off whenever it was pointed to close to an electrical line. It would only be proof until it wasn’t, and then she'd have her parents back until someone brought the next new toy. It was his fault this time. He stood in the living room in his borrowed clothes like furniture was a foreign concept. She sighed, grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. It was hard to be mad at someone who'd shown up looking like they'd escaped a serial killer.

He didn't startle as she approached and she realized he'd been watching her. Well, no backing out now.

"Here," She held it out to him, "you have dried blood behind your ear."

"Oh," He ducked his head and started scrubbing. She waited for him to finish and showed him where to put the dirty laundry. She had a little brother now, and their parents had forgotten them both again.

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In this AU, Jazz is 13 when Danny arrives. She already thinks that psychology is interesting, but she only starts diving deep into it after Danny shows up.

If you guys have any comments or questions, I'd love to hear them. This was a one part thing until you asked questions and started thinking about the answers.

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Dears, I love you, but you really need to change your profile pic to anything that isn't the default because I thought you were bots. I legitimately almost blocked you on reflex because I'm getting so many right now.

@the-winds-of-kushala and @spectralstardustandphantomnights thank you both for your lovely title suggestions

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#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #stabbed au pt 3 #Danny Fenton #Batman #damian wayne #grey writes

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inkdemonapologist · 2 years ago

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CTHULHU AU BUT THEY'RE GENETIC EXPERIMENTS IN AN UNETHICAL SCIENCE FACILITY OVERSEEN BY THE MASKED MESSENGER: GO

sometimes an AU just explodes into being so here's a bunch of scribbles of this Experiment AU that have suddenly happened over the last couple days…. also more AU deets under the cut:

Subject 418 (Sammy/Prophet) is one of those open-third-eye-unlock-psychic-awareness dealies, a test of how far human awareness and psychic ability can be pushed. Prophet (more officially considered 418's "active state") is eager to please the doctor overseeing the experiments and believes that if he proves himself useful, he'll be given work and able to leave the facility - though his full power is too stressful to maintain constantly. The "resting state" (Sammy) only has a fraction of his powers, but is more sullen and uncooperative, and knows nobody gets out of here. Both are easily stressed and overstimulated by all their extra psychic feedback. Sammy doesn't know if he was always like this. It doesn't feel right, and he has to wonder if he originally came from Outside, but he can't remember a life before this place... He doesn't know if he ever had a name and stubbornly refers to everyone else by their numbers, too, bitter about those who remember their life outside.

Subject 430 (Jack, concept by @whatyouwantedmetosee with design thoughts by me) is lab-created! An empath with healing powers and the ability to share, broadcast, and change emotions, he's also blind and fairly dependent on others. Jack's not unhappy at the facility, happy to help, and often moved to Sammy's room to calm him down. Subject 414 (Henry, concept and design by @inkcryptid) was more-or-less kidnapped when his latent powers to see and experience different timelines were discovered. Intense experimentation has strengthened his powers but muddled his brain; he's been here for decades but seems to be caught in a loop of believing he's only been here a few days. Subject J-OIE (Joey, concept and design by @inkyvendingmachine) was a mutant child acquired by the facility as a baby, put in Henry's care early on and pretty devastated when Henry stopped remembering him. He has some dream abilities and can turn his whole body to a liquid form, but despite a lot of testing, he hasn't unlocked the ability to turn into anything else. Now an adult, he's not intentionally uncooperative when he sneaks around the facility… he's just bored, and desperate for attention. The Masked Messenger (concept collaborative, design by @haunted-hijinxer) doesn't have a name in this AU yet, but he's the doctor overseeing these experiments, and while he has lots of reasonable explanations for his research, it's very obvious he's just Curious and thinks human experimentation is very Interesting. The mask he wears supposedly nullifies the others' powers… but it's actually MM himself that does that, using the mask to hide the fact that he has powers, too.

Theres some other NPCs in this but I HAVENT DRAWN THEM YET so THAT WILL HAVE TO DO FOR NOW........ we'll see if I continue losing my mind or if I've gotten out of my system lmao

#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #lmao what do i even tag this as this is so many steps removed from its source #cthulhu experiment au #sammy lawrence #prophet sammy #the masked messenger #jack fain #henry stein #joey drew #when in doubt just keep drawing #aND THEN EVENTUALLY THEY ALL ESCAPE TOGETHER it just takes some doing to get there........

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karmaisakhaleesi · 2 years ago

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💫 Astronomy~ Neteyam Sully x fem!human! reader Chap. 5 💫

masterlist~

prev. chap.~

warnings~ language, violence, blood, death mentioned, please lmk if i missed any!

wordcount~ 3.4k+

italic dialogue is in Na'vi

sorry for the late update! school has been super busy, but my spring break starts tomorrow, which means more writing!

~➳➳➳~

And now I know, now I know It's time to go, it's time to go...

~➳➳➳~

The days seemed to go by in the blink of an eye, and suddenly it was time for you to leave the lab. You quickly packed your things when you heard a knock on the door. You turned to see Norm standing in the threshold of your room, a plain wooden box in his hand.

"Can I come in?" he asks as you nod slowly.

He takes a seat at the end of your bed next to your bag and sighs, his mouth opening and closing, trying to think of the words to say when you purse your lips and take a seat next to him.

"What's that?" you ask crossing your legs and resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

He sighs again, "Grace kept this for you," he opened the box, revealing a beaded necklace resting atop a faded leather journal.

You glance up at him curiously as you grab the necklace, the beads cold as ice as you set it on your nightstand. He cautiously hands you the journal and you frown, "What's this?" you ask as you run your fingers over the faded cover.

"It was your Mother's journal," he says as he stands to leave, but you stand, nearly tripping over your own feet.

"Why did she have this? My mom's never even set foot here before," you say.

And it was true. Your Mother had been a professor at Harvard, her course mainly consisting of the ecology of Pandora. She had always lamented that she never got the chance to visit.

"I think you'll find more questions than answers if you read it," he says with a sad smile as he leaves you standing there holding the journal.

Don't know what kind of answer that is, you think to yourself as you quickly flip until you find your Mother's handwriting, and begin to read.

"I'm not sure what to write in this notebook, but I feel like I have to. I guess this isn't a diary, but more of a field log.

"I was so happy when I got the assignment here, I jumped out of my chair in joy. I never thought I'd get the chance to visit Pandora.

"It's so, beautiful here, and so different from our dying planet. I hope I can share this when I return home.

"They say the fauna here is dangerous, but I haven't seen anything that scares me yet. When I last went out with Grace I saw a herd of angtsìk as we took samples. They were rather intimidating, but we lived."

It was dated March, 14th, 2129.

You turn the page to find a sketch of a herd of angtsìk heading out towards the plains, "Aris" written under your mother's signature.

You flip to the next page and find a journal entry dated June, 25th, 2129.

", was my friend, my mentor, and my sister. I know I'm just a scientist and not a soldier, so there was nothing I could do to save her, but I can't stop that memory from playing over and over in my head. Grace tells me not to blame myself, but who else is there to blame but me?"

The next part was scratched through with pen to the point of it being unreadable, leading to the last sentence on the page,

"I can't bring myself to leave. I just keep thinking that the next time I leave he'll be next."

After noticing the name at the beginning had been scratched out, you carefully tuck the journal into your bag, and lie back on your bed, taking out your hair clip and placing it on the nightstand beside you. You turn over and turn off the lamp, your eyes fluttering closed.

~➳➳➳~

The bag of clothes you had packed was now sitting discarded with Norm in front of the lab, and you groaned in frustration as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your communicator in it, burying it under your favorite sweatshirt, praying to Eywa or whoever was out there that it didn't ring when you were gone.

Seeing that your two weeks were up, you cautiously walked up to Jake and his Ikran, his gaze stern as he regarded you, and then helped you up climbing on behind you.

You gave a quick wave to Norm and Max as you took off and hoped that it would be over soon.

You clenched your eyes as the wind blows across your face, making it hard to breathe when you could feel the Ikran land. Your eyes fluttered open and you gasped as you looked around, the caves were dense and cold, with water dripping down the stone making them up. It was strangely beautiful, you thought as Jake helped you down and led you to a small fire. You sat down and warmed your hands by the fire you realized your hair clip was slipping out of your braid, so you quickly fixed it.

Your eyes lingered on the fire as Jake spoke, "First thing in the morning we'll begin," he says his hands tying a bag shut as the smell of smoke and the crackling of the fire lulled you into a deep sleep.

~➳➳➳~

Your fingers twist a strand of your hair nervously as Neytiri looks you over. Her eyes narrow as your eyes fall to the floor, hands twisting your hair again.

She turns to Jake, "I told you not to bring her here, and yet here she is."

Her tail flicks back and forth impatiently as he places a hand on her shoulder, "I know I said she wouldn't be back, but she needs help," he said his voice pleading with her.

She grumbles as she turns, "Bring her to Mother then," she says as she turns to leave.

You feel a blush creeping up your face as Mo'at looks you over, grabbing your Tsaheylu and then your face, staring into your eyes before releasing you.

She cups her face in her hand, "It is strange, the girl," she pauses to grab a piece of bone from her necklace and prick you with it, bringing it to her mouth.

"She has Tsaheylu, and her eyes have changed, but there have been no other changes to her?"

She asks as she turns to Jake, her eyes narrowing at him.

He sighs before answering, "No, there haven't been any other confirmed changes to her," he gestures to you.

You frown as Mo'at closes her eyes in thought before she looks to you, "You will learn from Jake Sully, and you best learn well."

You gulp nervously as she leaves the three of you alone. Neytiri huffs as she leaves, crossing her arms. Jake looks over to you and gestures for you to follow him.

After getting changed you watch as Jake walks over to his Ikran, motioning for you to join him. You carefully step closer to it and try not to fall off the edge of the cave opening.

"Where are we going?" you ask as he helps you up.

"To your first lesson, on Tsaheylu."

~➳➳➳~

Standing at the edge of a clearing, you watch as Jake leads over a direhorse and smile. This shouldn't be too bad, you think to yourself as you gently pat its neck, remembering the time Neteyam took you to see the direhorses, and how you fell flat on your face the first time you rode one.

~➳➳➳~

Neteyam's hand gripped yours gently as he lead you through the forest, the bioluminescent plants lighting your way. The air was warm and sticky, making your hair stick to your face as you wiped away sweat, still not used to the climate on Pandora.

You hummed as you felt his grip on your hand tightens, "So, where are we going again? You ask as you adjust your hair clip with your free hand, trying to keep it from falling out.

"You'll see soon, we're almost there," he says and you can hear the excitement in his voice as he helps you up onto a log that acts as a sort of bridge. You look down nervously and realize how far the drop-off is when a piece of wood you had carelessly kicked fell off the side.

It feels like an eternity when you finally make it to the direhorses. Well, one direhorse to be specific. You watch as Neteyam guides it toward you, and you gasp. It has to be at least ten feet tall. You wonder if there happens to be a step stool around when you feel Neteyam lift you up and onto the direhorse.

"This is Aknìä," he says as you wrap your legs around the direhorse, "she is a pa’li."

Aknìä snorts as Neteyam grabs your hand and helps you up, but it's a gentle snort, not one of annoyance, and you feel yourself relaxing. Neteyam gently places your hands on Aknìä's neck, and your hair clip slips, falling to the ground. You gasp, but watch as Neteyam catches it, gently working it back into your hair.

Your hands shake as Neteya, directs you on how to make Tsaheylu with Aknìä. You make Tsaheyl si and feel a shiver run down your spine, as his hand steadies you.

"You can tell her what to do through your thoughts, but for now tell her where to go."

You nod nervously before you whisper, "Go?"

And with that Aknìä takes off, and you feel yourself fall to the ground.

Neteyam rushes over when he sees you fall face-first into the mud, as concern rises in him. He gently grabs your hand a helps you up as you cough, smearing the mud across your face.

"Are you alright?" he asks as you approach Aknìä again.

You turn to him and smile, "Yeah. So, let's try this one more time."

Neteyam laughs, a small smile curling on his lips as he helps you up again.

~➳➳➳~

You listen as Jake explains Tsaheylu and how to connect with the direhorse, whose name is Pale, and you carefully mount. You steady yourself, your legs gripping tightly so you don't fall as you grab your Tsaheylu and make Tsaheyl si with Pale.

"Now, tell it where to go," he says pointing forward, as you take a deep breath, and say "Forward."

Pale takes off, galloping through the clearing, the wind whips past your face as you smile, and urge her to go faster.

That is until you hear Jake yelling for you to stop, and you realize you've already made it to the other side of the clearing, and are on the precipice of stepping into the other side of the forest. You quickly turn around and gallop back to him, watching him shake his head in annoyance, and then rub his eyes.

"Okay, so it looks like you already know how the Tsaheylu works, let's move on, "he says as you dismount patting Pale's neck gently as he grabs a bow and a quiver full of colorfully feathered arrows and hands them to you.

You quickly string the bow as Jake walks over and corrects your posture. "Now, shoot the target," he says as he points at a rock a few yards away.

You quickly turn to face the target and pull the string back and let it go, feeling the bow shudder in your hands as you miss the target entirely.

Jake shakes his head as you run over to retrieve the arrow.

"You need to pull the string back more, kid," he says as he hands you another arrow, "Again."

You nod taking in his words as you feel your face turn red in frustration, and you notch the arrow, this time pulling it back farther. You feel it shudder in your hands, and your face stings from where you held the string too close to your face. Then you watch in disappointment as it misses the target yet again.

Jake hands you another arrow wordlessly and you take it, your hands shaking as you notch it.

~➳➳➳~

You wince as your hands reach out to grab your dinner, the newly forming blisters hurting every time you move them. You sit across from the small bonfire and glance over Jake's shoulder, where everyone else is sat together, talking and laughing. You sigh and begin to eat.

Your eyes look up to the opening in the cave, the stars shining down at you. A chill runs down your spine when you recall your Mother's journal, the one you'd left behind. You really should have read the rest before you left, for a year no less. Well, depending on how much and how long it took you to learn the way of the Omatikaya people.

"We'll start early tomorrow, more practice with the bow," Jake says interrupting your thoughts.

Your eyes glance over at him and you bite your lip before asking, "You knew Grace, right?"

You see his mouth visibly clamp shut when the question leaves your mouth. You rest your chin in your hand before continuing, "So, did she ever say anything about, my mom?"

He sighs heavily before he stands, "She didn't, not to me at least," and turns to leave, reminding you to be ready in the morning.

A sigh leaves your lips before you put out the small fire, wondering if your aunt had never mentioned your mother, why she'd kept her journal after all those years.

~➳➳➳~

Jake walks past the other's still eating and stands by the entrance of his home. He sits down in front of the fire, Neytiri sitting down next to him resting her head on his shoulder, "What have you taught her?"

Jake's eyes meet hers as he kisses her softly, "She already knows how Tsaheylu works, I can only imagine who taught her that," his voice is dripping with sarcasm as Kiri walks past them.

Neytiri sighs and Jake picks up on the slight annoyance in her tone, "You still don't trust her, do you?"

"No, but the children have taken a liking to her, so I will giver her a chance," she whispers before her eyes flutter close.

~➳➳➳~

Neteyam carefully creeps outside of the hut, making sure to not wake anyone as he carefully walks around the other tents. After reaching the farthest end of the cave, he lifted the flap of the tent entrance.

His lips curled into a smile as he whisper shouted your name, making you jump and nearly fall face first into the fire.

Hearing laughter you look up at him a groan, "You're not supposed to be here!" you hiss through your teeth as you feel his lips on yours.

Pushing him away you sit back by the fire again. Wrapping your furs around you, you feel him move closer to lean his head against your shoulder. You smile and place a kiss on his temple.

"Tell me about it," he whispers, his yellow eyes, shining in the firelight gazing up at you.

"About what?"

"Earth, what's it like?"

Your smile drops and not even the flames of the fire can warm you. Earth. What was it like? You had been gone for half a year already, and in one and a half, you'd be gone. And there it was, the guilt twisting in your stomach again. Feeling Neteyam's head fall into your lap, you wondered what he would think of you when you left Pandora. The betrayal, was one that was understandable to yourself, but not to him or any of his family. You had been pondering how to broach the subject, but with the General constantly holding your Mother's cure over your head, you had no choice but to wait it out and bite your tongue.

At least, that's what you wanted to say, but you knew that you couldn't go through with it. And you had a feeling you knew when that uncertainty started to consume you.

Watching as Neteyam patiently waited for an answer, his tail wrapping around your waist loosely, you smiled, "Well, when I left it was pretty bad. They don't call it a 'dying planet' for no reason."

"What was your favorite thing about it?"

Humming to yourself you push a loose piece of hair away from his face, "I want to say, the beach, or the snow. I'm tied between the two," you laughed under your breath at his expression when the word 'snow' left your lips.

"Snow?" He questioned as his tail tightened its grip on your waist, making you blush, heat racing up from your neck.

Nodding you whispered, "Herwì in Na'vi, small flakes of snow float around the sky, and sometimes they stick to the ground," you pause, smiling at the last memory you had of the snow.

He laughed before giving you a quick kiss, then returned to lay his head on your lap.

"It's kind of hard to describe okay!"

You chew on your lip, wondering how to explain it better, "It makes things colder, like really cold. The last time I saw it snow, me and my mom were stuck inside for three days," you trail off, your smile falling at the thought of your Mother.

Biting your lip your eyes meet Neteyam's, the gold flecks in his yellow eyes entrancing, you speak, "Can I tell you something?"

His expression falters at your nervousness, you sounded worried and maybe even scared?

Grabbing your hand in his he brings it to his lips, "You can tell me anything, ma Sky girl."

You turn away, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, the anxiousness and guilt rising again. Taking a deep breath, you decided you'd wait just a bit longer before saying anything. Things were too... complicated now, you would wait until after your time with Omatikaya was up and meet with the General.

"Is something wrong?"

Neteyam cups your face in his hands before his lips meet yours, and you sigh, before laying down next to him, the sound of the fire lulling you to sleep.

~➳➳➳~

The first thing that greets you when you wake is a field of white, and icy cold wind. Rubbing your eyes you turn to see a small and familiar cabin sitting in the clearing behind you. Smoke pours out of the chimney as you hear a low growl, turning you see nothing. Pulling your scarf closer to your chest you run into the house, the warmth blasting you as the door swings open. Pulling off your snow boots, and putting away your scarve and jacket you look into the living room to see your Mother sitting on the couch, her hand clenching her auburn hair so tightly you fear she may tear it out when you notice the phone to her ear.

Careful not to knock any of the many stacks of books on the floor over, you try to listen to her conversation, her voice tense and icy as she talks.

"You don't understand Grace, this is my life's work we're talking about here. I can't just let them take-"

You feel a pit in your stomach at the name Grace, she had to be talking to your aunt. Leaning closer, your nails dig into the wooden corner.

"I know, I know. But I can't let them do that to her, she's my daughter Grace," her voice is tired and quiet now as you strain to hear what your aunt is saying.

"The contract clearly states you cannot run off with lab materials, I know what she means to you but they'll never stop coming after you, you know that. I can't keep them away any longer," she pauses and your Mother's frantic voice interrupts.

"Can't you just keep it up a bit longer? I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere right now, we'll be gone soon I promise."

Grace sighs, her voice filled with annoyance, "I can't, I'm leaving."

"Leaving? Where?"

"Selene, I'm going back to Pandora. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I-"

Cutting her off your Mother stands and starts to pace around the living room, "No, no, you can't leave-"

She freezes when your eyes meet, dropping the phone as she runs to your side, her arms wrapping around you tightly.

You can feel her lips moving against your temple as something sharp pricks your side, and everything goes dark.

~➳➳➳~

herwì [ˈhɛɾ.wɪ] n. snow

angtsìk = Hammerhead Titanothere

tsaheyl si [t͡sa.ˈhɛjl ˈs·i] vin. bond with, establish a neural connection

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eclipixels · 4 years ago

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Pizza, Pepsi, and Pregnant

Kuro!Kaneki x Reader

Summary: Finding out and telling Kaneki you're pregnant (this is pt.1) -> pt.2

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"You're leaving right now?" You yawn, still shaking off the dryness of the morning. Kaneki was really hoping he could've slipped past without waking you up. Your sleepy face was too cute, which always made it made hard for him to leave you in the mornings.

"Yup. See you in a bit," he sighed, tying the last knot on his shoelaces before lifting his head to look at you. Oh, those innocent, precious doe eyes of his.

"Have fun learning about words of old dead people" you tease, stretching your arms toward him.

"I will. And you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're going to stick flashlights up your nose, ears, and mouth." He smiles sheepishly, leaning into your arms.

You feel the area around you sink as he rests his palms beside you, putting his full weight on them. A long kiss is shared between you two, ending with a soft and cute audible 'mwah'

And with that sweet kiss, your lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of your shared home and moving far away from you... but he'll return around 4:00 PM or so.

You yawn again, sitting there for a bit before finally getting up to get dressed. Soon after finishing your morning routine, you head out for your annual wellness exam.

The checkup is routine, flashlights in your throat and nose, the blood pressure machine thing, the awkward questions and finally, the infamous "pee in a cup."

While waiting for the lab results, you text Kaneki a cute cat meme and a message telling him you miss him. He usually takes a break around this time, maybe you could call to check up too, but you stop when the doctor walks in.

"Well, all your results look great. No problems, vitals are fine, and there's no sign of any risks to look out for. You’re healthy," he says more or less of what you expected. You're just waiting for him to wrap up so you can go home.

"Also, your labs came back, and congratulations—you’re six weeks pregnant, Ms. L/n!" he adds with a smile.

Excuse me, you’re what?

"I’m pregnant?" you repeat.

"Yup, looks like you're a little over a month along. Would you like us to help schedule an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and checkups?"

"Uh, no, thank you. I’ll do it when I get home," you say, feeling a bit lightheaded. In hindsight, it would've been more of a convenience to, but you felt like you needed to talk with Kaneki before you did.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to schedule your next appointment in a few months."

By the time you're home, t's almost 4:00 PM. Kaneki will be home any minute. God, what do you do? Should you tell him now or wait? Holy pickle salad—what if he doesn’t want the baby? What will you do then?

"Y/n! I'm home!" Kaneki calls with glee as he takes off his shoes and rushes to hold you in a tight hug like a little kid. He nuzzles his nose into your hair and peppers you with kisses.

"Hi, how was your day?" You giggle in his arms.

"Same old routine. Oh, and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would’ve brought some for you, but I want to take you there myself so you can have it while it’s still warm," he says, smiling as he picks you up, instinctively having you wrap your legs around him as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

He immediately starts changing into something more comfortable. Black t-shirt and dark gray shorts. He sighs and flops onto the mattress, linking his hand with yours. He looks so cute like this, his chubby cheeks reminding you of a cinnamon roll.

Suddenly, you feel really hungry. No, it’s not a pregnancy craving—you’re just hungry.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" he asks, noticing your troubled face.

"Nothing, I’m just hungry," you mutter. What was Kaneki saying again about some bakery?

"Okay, I’ll order some pizza," he says, rushing out the door to grab his phone. He is so attentive and adorable that you could just eat him.

"Wait! Do you want garlic cheese bread, too?" he calls from the doorway.

"Of course I do!" You reply in disbelief.

He laughs at your expression before leaving the room. That laugh might’ve just impregnated you—oh, wait, you’re already pregnant. Oh, shit. That.

"Okay, they’ll deliver since I’m tired and don’t want to go out," he says, sitting next to you again. He collapses next to your shoulder, the weight of the day's events making him a little fatigued.

"So, anything interesting you do today?" you ask, taking a bite of pizza.

"Not really. It was mundane—nothing much happened except what I told you, "He yawned, his eyes drooping.

"You’re tired," you note. He's usually not so wearied out unless he done a lot. You can't recall him doing anything that would make him like this.

"It’s probably from working out," he slips, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" You smirk.

"S-shut up," he blushes.

"There’s nothing to be insecure about, I bet you look so cute doing it," you tease, leaning closer to his ear with a mischievous giggle.

"Stoooppp. Now I don’t even want to do it anymore," he huffs, crossing his arms.

"Why not?"

"Because you’re embarrassing me," he mutters, avoiding your gaze.

"But I love your body—no matter what." You smile, sliding your hand under his shirt and tracing it over his smooth stomach. Your fingers were cool on his skin.

"Mm, keep doing that," he sighs, leaning back as you rest your head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his abdomen. He loves it when you touch him. It's one of his favorite things. It makes him feel wanted.

"Why do you want to work out, though?" you ask, curious.

"B-because I want to be able to pick you up and stuff... and you’re always doing the hard work around here. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing," he groans, holding his head in his hands.

"No, it’s not."

"You stroke my ego too much, it’s bad for me," he sighs.

"That’s not the only thing I can stroke for you—" you’re cut off by Kaneki’s hand covering your mouth.

"Don’t!" he says, wide-eyed.

You laugh and bite his palm until he lets go.

"Anyway, how was your day? Doctors went well?" Kaneki remembers to ask.

"Oh, the doctor said I’m fine," you reply calmly.

"That’s good." He leans over, holding a pizza slice above your mouth for you to eat before taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh, yeah, and I’m pregnant, by the way—if that matters," you add nonchalantly.

"YOU’RE WHAT!?" Kaneki shrieks, Pepsi spraying out of his nose.

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adabisworld · 3 years ago

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Stars to my moon | chapter-5 |

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

Word count: 6.5k

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The boys have been practicing for over three hours now. Jimin has been down all day, worrying about Selene and Jin. He really didn't want to leave them all alone fending for themselves while being sick, even if it was only for some hours. During these three hours, Jimin has made three phone calls to Jin asking about their health, only getting short answers in return.

Jungkook putting his own worry for his Hyung aside has been trying to comfort jimin all day, doing crazy shit to make him smile but of no use.

Yoongi has been observing everyone all this time; that's what he does. Observe and evaluate his surroundings and his family. He can tell by little things like fidgeting or picking nails if his members are stressed or nervous or embarrassed. Living with people for nearly nine years does this to people. Even though he doesn't show his love verbally or in an overly affectionate way, he does these little things like observing their worry to help them out, not wanting or waiting for them to burn out like a candle: and carrying all the stress alone. That is his way of subtly showing his love for them.

And this past week, he has observed Namjoon fighting an internal battle that has only increased after Selene's arrival at the dorm. He looks at her puzzlingly as if the answers he is trying to find; lie with her, observing her behavior towards Jin and Jimin, not that he's not been doing that himself, he didn't want them to get hurt even if it's by the hands of their own soulmate and that's probably what his dongsaeng was doing but, he knows there's more to it. He knows Namjoon is hiding something, and he also knows it's something crucial to the situation of the soulmates.

He decided he'll have a talk with Namjoon during the break to relieve himself of his internal battle.

Another thing he noticed was how weird Taehyung was behaving. All quiet and somber. He figures he must have a lot on his mind as well. Normally, along with jungkook, taehyung would also be trying to up the spirits of his best friend, setting the mood with his crackheaded-ness. It could just very well be worry for his best friend. He has already made it clear that he doesn't like the way Selene has been treating Jin and Jimin but, Yoongi understands that she is new to all this as well; She will take time to process the changes in her life. She can't just welcome two strangers with open arms just because they are her soulmates.

Yoongi decides he will take care of his dongsaengs one at a time.

When the rest time rolls around, he asks Namjoon to have a talk with him privately in his studio.

Walking into the genius lab, Namjoon asks, "yes, Hyung? what is it?"

"I know something has been bothering you for quite a while now, Namjoon-ah. do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, he knows there is no point in rushing Namjoon to open up but trying wouldn't hurt.

Namjoon sighs, "yes, Hyung, but don't worry. I'll handle it."

"I didn't ask if you'll handle it. I'm telling you if you want a listening ear, this one is always open."

"I know, Hyung. I know. But I can't. I can't tell you, or anyone for that matter, because the information is not mine to share, and even though it's crucial for someone to know, I promised them not to tell anyone. I don't know what to do Hyung." Namjoon says, hanging his head and massaging his nose bridge.

"Is this information by any chance involving The soulmates?" Yoongi asks, they have agreed to call the Soulmate Trio the soulmates because honestly, all their names together were a mouthful.

Hearing his words Namjoon's head snaps up, bewildered as to how he knew, "H-how?" he asks with a frown,

Chuckling, yoongi says, "seriously!? as if anything is ever hidden from me."

"Yeah, but.." Namjoon nods, understanding.

"and well, the secret glances and puzzling looks you keep throwing towards her helped too." suga reveals smugly.

"Ah! I see. it was that obvious?"

"yeah!" he laughs.

"so now that you know, what do you suggest I do?"

"Honestly, if it's something related to her history, you should leave it up to her to open up to them." Namjoon opens his mouth to say something but he doesn't give him a chance, "and I know you feel responsible for knowing beforehand but, as you said, it's not your place nor your secret to share. They will work it out, she'll tell them, whatever it is, when she thinks it's the right time to. And even if they come to know that you knew before them, they will understand. They're not children, namjoon-ah. they know what keeping your word means."

Namjoon's shoulders visibly sagged in relief as he listened to his words.

"Thank you, Hyung! You don't know how long this has been unsettling me."

"I think I do, since the night you met her at Han river, isn't it?"

"Guess you ARE a psychic." namjoon chuckles.

Now that his one brother was free of his predicament, he can focus on his other one. And just like Namjoon, he will give him time to come, and talk to one of his Hyung too before stepping in himself. He just wishes it won't come to that.

The rest of the day went a little more relaxed. During the break, Jimin Video called Jin, though Selene wasn't in the room, Jin informed him that she was sleeping since there wasn't much to do, they both had eaten and were only getting better. After the call, Jimin too was relieved and could focus more on the practice. They all of course missed Jin but, they knew, he'll be with them not long after.

They all went home tired, smiling ear to ear except yoongi, he stayed behind to finish some music he has been working on these past months, he had a schedule: to release his new album soon. He couldn't wait to share this album with army.

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The sounds of whispers wake me up from the dreamland, but I don't open my eyes trying to focus on what they are saying.

"When Should I give it to her?" Jimin says, what is he talking about? Give me what?

"I don't know, it's your call," Jin replies. I wanna ask them what they are talking about, but they are speaking in Korean and as far as they know, I can't understand it. Maybe I should tell them that I can understand their language atleast some of it but then it'll be easier for them to make conversations with me and I'm not ready to talk with them.

Fingers move into my hair, gently caressing my scalp; making me sigh against my will. The fingers stop, before continuing after a second, but they don't talk further. Instead, I hear my name leaving Jin's lips.

"Selene..." His deep sugary rich voice makes goosebumps rise on my arms. It's the first time, I'm hearing my name slipping out of his lips. Meanwhile, what I now suppose is Jimin's fingers are still weaving through my hair. It's baffling to me how in just a matter of a day since I met them, I could differentiate between them both with my eyes closed.

"Selene, wake up, please. You need to eat something." He speaks again, And as if on cue, my stomach grumbles. I groan, whyyyy!!!!!

"Everyone is waiting, please come, eat," Jimin says, and I flutter my eyes open. Looking into my eyes, he smiles, but I don't smile back atleast I tried to. I move my eyes to the man standing behind him, finding him already looking into my eyes, he too passes me a smile, and yet again, I tried not to smile. I haven't forgotten the promise I made to myself in the washroom this morning. Even if I have to defy the universe, I won't give in to fate so easily.

I nod, sitting up, "You guys go ahead, I'll just freshen up." their faces tell me; they didn't understand all of what I said, but they got the gist of it since they start moving towards the door.

Walking into the living room, I see everyone settled in their seats, leaving me a seat between Jin and Jimin. I take my seat, as I look at what's for dinner.

"We thought since you guys have been getting better, you won't need to eat the sick food anymore," says Hoseok. That's the first time he has addressed me. I haven't had much interaction with the other guys, they must be giving me space to settle first. Their dorm is pretty big, though I wouldn't expect anything less from Seven guys living together, the world's renowned musicians nonetheless. The interior is pretty modern. The kitchen is themed black and grey, the same as the room I'm staying in.

"Thank you," I say as Jimin serves me and Jin a plate before grabbing one for himself. The dinner was decent; I don't know what's the dish called though. Should I ask them? I don't want to show them any type of interest, but after thinking twice about it, I give in; what's asking for the name of a dish gonna do?

"Sorry, but what is this dish called?" I ask, looking at RM in particular.

"Oh, it's Tteokbokki, it's made from rice. Do you like it?" He answers.

"Yeah, it's good," I say.

"Well, thank Jin, he made it for you," He tells me.

I turn towards Jin, "why are you working in the Kitchen already? You should rest until you're fully recovered." I scold him, against my will, might I add. I don't care about him, No. but when RM mentioned him working in the kitchen, I couldn't help but worry about him. I know this is all because of the bond, but I can't take back my words after voicing them out loud.

He chuckles, "Don't worry, it was not many work. And I was bored, you were sleeping."

Whatever his excuse, I know why he really did it. He was jealous because I complimented Jimin's soup in the morning, and he wanted to earn my praise as well, which he did, Even if it was indirectly. He did. And that was pretty clear on his face. His face was cracked into an ear-to-ear smile, his eyes having lost behind his cheeks, though visible enough for me to see the shine, the pride of having accomplished his goal in them.

Realizing I'm staring again, my eyes divert to the table only to meet another brown pair of eyes, though these eyes were not staring, no they were glaring at me as if I sold off his horse. What was this guy's deal? He seriously has a bone to pick with me, and I didn't even talk to him, let alone do anything for him to act this way.

I sigh, there's no point in addressing that though. I won't be seeing him again after this week. I can ignore it till then.

After finishing up dinner, the guys start cleaning up the table. Thinking, I should lend a hand. I start collecting the dishes and with no interruptions this time, thank god.

The guys move back to the living room, I move to get back to my room, but a voice stops me.

"Do you like to play video games?" The blue highlights guy asks, he's kookie if I'm not wrong.

"um, yeah," I answer.

"Do you wanna play with us? Jimin-hyung and I are gonna have a match, but we need a third player, and Taehyungie-hyung is refusing," he asks me with a pout. Am I seeing this right? Doe eyes and a pout? I didn't have a chance against him in the first place.

"Sure," I say and go to sit at the corner of the couch while he and Jimin are sitting on the floor.

He hands me a console and says, "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Smirking at Jimin. The latter, however, is not looking at his dongsaeng, he's looking at me with glinting eyes. I guess, after so many refusals: he's happy I accepted something even if it wasn't his request.

The rest of the boys, except for the one; kookie mentioned before, are here, scattered around the different pieces of furniture in the room. Yoongi and RM, are sharing the couch; adjacent to mine, Hoseok is on a sofa chair, and Jin; is sprawled across the one I'm sitting in.

The match starts with kookie in the lead with Jimin on his tail and I in the last position. But as we got further into the game, the ranks changed. Jimin and I swapped places while Jungkook, as I know him by now, was still in the first place. Not for long. I think as I accelerate, rounding around the corner, I come neck to neck with him. Bumping into his car, I pass him by at just the last second, winning the game. The round of cheers hollered around the room as if I won an Olympic, not a basic car game.

"wahhh!! Daebak!" Jimin comments. I pass him a smile.

"Yah! Selene, you be my team next!" Jin says, giving me a wink.

"Not fair!! You do not say you play good," Jungkkook whines, and I laugh.

"Well, you assumed that I can't play instead of asking me if I could play. Not my fault," I shrug, laughing.

"where you learned?" he asked.

"Eric and I used to play, with time, I picked it up," I tell him smiling, reminiscing the memory.

"Eric?" Jimin asks with weird expressions.

"You know, you should know better than to presume," I say to Jungkook, pretending not to hear Jimin. At this point, the whole room has gone silent, the air frozen. No doubt everyone was watching our exchange.

"Yeah, okay?" Jungkook pouts.

"You don't answer my question," Jimin chimes in impatiently.

"Well.." I drawl, "That's because I didn't want to," I continue.

"Why?" he asks, raising his eyebrow. I chuckle, he really doesn't know when to back down.

"because it's none of your business," I say, looking him straight in the eye as I rise to my feet, watching his eyes as hurt flashes across them. I turn around and go back to my room, slamming the door shut.

Leaning on the door, I take a deep breath; how long till the week is over? It's only my second day here, and I'm already done with all of this. I didn't wanna hurt Jimin. Even if it's only been a day I know both jin and jimin are good sweet men, but I can't lead them on, let them into my life just to leave their hand in the middle of the road. It's better this way, Selene. I assure myself.

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As soon as Selene is out of the room, all members go to comfort Jimin. Hoseok knows Jimin didn't mean any harm with the question, and that guy for the love of God can't contain his jealousy. He just needs to understand to give her time to warm up to him before diving into her past.

He sighs, "Give her space Jimin-ah. she'll come around." comforting his dongsaeng. However, hoseok doesn't miss the looks Yoongi and Namjoon throw toward each other, having their own secret conversation.

"yah! jimin-ah. If you can't help getting jealous, at least try not to show it," Jin says, Hoseok knows it's hard on them both to share a soulmate. They haven't even gotten to talk about it yet.

"I think you guys should talk about it. Try figuring out how you'll handle this relationship," Yoongi says, he chuckles. Of course, he's thinking the same thing. Hoseok and Yoongi's thoughts have almost always been in sync. Just like Jimin and Taehyung, it's like they are each other's soulmates as well.

"Yeah, you guys should have some ground rules to avoid conflict in your relationship with both, Selene and each other," Namjoon agrees.

"That's a good idea. What do you suggest?" Jin asks, and jimin nods. Besides their relationship with Selene. Their relationship with each other is too important for them. They wouldn't want to lose it for the world.

"Well to start with, how about if one of you gets in an argument with her, the other stays out of it?" Namjoon suggests, and both the members agree.

At this point, the only member missing in the whole ordeal has also come out of his room, the sound of the door slamming brought him out of his haven. He listens intently to namjoon, not wanting to miss out on anything.

"And you should communicate more, always be transparent," Hoseok suggests, he knows how important transparency is in a relationship. If you aren't transparent to your partner, the relationship will crumble beneath the weight of your secrets eventually.

"Right, and don't make it a competition 'cause it's not one. And I know being jealous is only human, and you will get jealous of each other, just try not to show it," Namjoon speaks again, making both men look at each other. Jealousy is something that has the power to sink even the best ships.

"And always keep the other in the loop. For example, tell him beforehand if you have made plans or a surprise for her," Jungkook pitches in. Both men are listening to their members, helping them in their strange situation.

"Yes, and you can add more rules as time goes by, and I know you know but still remember she is your priority, don't think like the other will take care of something. Both of you should," Namjoon reminds them. It's pretty common, to dump your responsibility on someone else, assuming they will take care of it, but none does. In their case, if they communicate enough, nothing will get out of hand.

The others move to go back to their rooms, leaving the two to think over their words and talk things out.

"and give her some space, she might be already overwhelmed with the news of two soulmates. Let her settle that in and take things slow then," Namjoon says before disappearing down the hall.

Hoseok lays on his bed worried about his members, they were so ecstatic when they found their soulmate but having to share a soulmate is a lot of work and struggle. He just hopes while tying new ties their old ones won't break.

The vibration of his phone gets him out of his thoughts, he looks at the caller ID before picking up the call, grinning like an idiot. His worries long forgotten, he says into the phone,

"hi, Yeobo!"

"Hi, Oppa. What are you doing?" the person on the other line asks.

"If I say I was missing you, would you believe me? or does that sound too cheesy?" Hoseok teases.

"I definitely wouldn't believe it, and yes, it is too cheesy." She laughs.

"Well, thank god that isn't the answer then, I was just thinking about work," he says. He doesn't want to lie to her, but she isn't aware of the new situation in the dorm, and it's better that way.

"Oppa... you're always thinking about work, take some rest. Don't go too hard on yourself," she scolds, making Hobi chuckle.

"I just had a week's rest. Don't worry. I won't go too hard. Now tell me, was there a special reason you called, or were you just missing me?" he teases again, this time making her chuckle.

"I wouldn't say I didn't miss you, but yes, I called to ask if you're free to go on a date with me this weekend," she asks,

"of course, who would want to miss upon the opportunity to take a beautiful woman on a date?" he answers, a smile gracing his lips.

"Okay then, see you Saturday!" she says, hanging up the call.

Hoseok gazes up at the ceiling, still smiling. Hands folded, resting on his heart, still holding the phone. Whatever the matter Ji-ah always makes his day bright. If hoseok was everyone else's sun, It was Ji-ah, who had the power to make him smile on the lowest of days. It was one of the reasons he decided to date her.

Hoseok, after having witnessed Jin holding onto the hope; of finding his soulmate and the misery that brings, decided not to have those childish false hope. After waiting two years, hoseok had enough of waiting around for his soulmate. He met Ji-ah two years ago when he was at the lowest in his life. She worked for his sister, and after their many encounters, he asked her out on a date. In 2018, when the band was thinking of disbanding, everything he worked so hard for was slipping from his hands, from all of their hands. He needed support and Ji-ah became that anchor in his life at that time. In a way, she saved him, supported him, comforted him, and loved him. When he thought he didn't have anyone, she was there for him.

Now that Jin and jimin found their soulmates, you would think the candle of his hope has once again been lit, but Hoseok doesn't want to find his soulmate. Ji-ah has been there for him for two years, he does not want to repay her love with hurt. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to.

Ji-ah is one of the kindest, purest and brightest souls he has encountered, he can't be the reason for her hurt.

That is the reason Hoseok has given up on ever finding his soulmate.

But has fate ever listened to anyone? You will get what is due to you and in his case, a soulmate.

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It's afternoon, and I'm lounging in the living room alone, watching an episode of Friends. I've been avoiding everyone since the morning. I didn't come out of my room for breakfast so after everyone left: Jin came to my room with breakfast. He didn't say anything about last night's situation, he just understood my need for space. I saw his reaction too when I mentioned Eric; his eyes were screaming jealousy just like Jimin's, and I saw the hurt in there when I disregarded Jimin's right over me. He knew that applied to them both.

But he was neither angry nor upset over it but rather understanding. Neither of us addressed last night's events; we had a silent breakfast. It was a little awkward, but that was only because I didn't know how to act, and he was acting so nonchalantly.

After breakfast, he retired to his room, saying he had work and only came out to make and eat lunch. It went silent, just like breakfast. I wondered why he wasn't saying or asking me anything. But at the same time, I was thankful because I wouldn't know how would I answer his questions anyway.

I was laughing: holding my stomach when Monica was teaching chandler how to pleasure a woman right. I threw my head back laughing, only to have a near heart attack when I saw Jin standing behind me.

Screaming, I sat up straight, turning towards him,

"Fucking hell!! you just gave me a heart attack!" holding a hand to my heart.

But what comes out of his mouth isn't something I ever expected him to ask,

"Are you disappointed in us?" I look at him. Eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" I ask, why the fuck would he ask that? These guys are literal angels as far as I've seen. Always caring and kind to others. To me. When I haven't even done anything to earn that kindness.

"Are you not happy we are your soulmates?" he asks again.

Well, that is quite correct, but I can't say that to him. I don't want to hurt him, so I give him an answer that would be acceptable.

"No, Jin. I am not at all disappointed in you guys." I tell him, "You both are one of the sweetest and kindest people I've encountered. I just..." I sigh, before continuing, "I never imagined this. I didn't think or want to meet my soulmate, but I did. And then I found out I have two of them. How do you expect me to behave when I'm living with people I had no desire to meet or find?"

The way his eyes were staring into my own, I wanted to say so much more at this moment, I wanted to tell him everything, about Eric, about my reason to go against the universe. He wanted me to confide in him but I can't. No matter how much I'm tempted right now. I don't want to regret oversharing when I overthink later.

"You didn't want us?" he asks,

"No, Jin. It's not about you, I didn't want anyone," I tell him.

"Why?" he presses further.

"It's complicated. It's just something from my past that I'm not ready to share." I calmly try to make him understand.

"So, it's not because we are not what you um, excepted?" he says, with hopeful eyes. I don't know how much he understood right now, but I guess he got the gist of it.

"Expected." I correct him before continuing to shake my head, "And no. It's not because you aren't what I expected, rather you aren't who I expected," I tell him. He frowns, searching my eyes.

He smiles, "So, friends?" he asks holding his hand out hopefully.

I contemplate for a second, they really are good people maybe it wouldn't hurt to be their friend. We're gonna need each other throughout our life anyway. I'll just make it clear after, that friendship is as far as I am willing to go.

I smile, taking his hand.

Wait a minute! he was asking me questions so fluently in English, sure his English is good, but it's not as good as the way he just talked. Was he working on this the whole afternoon?

Since we're now friends, I decided to tease him. "So, is this what you were working on till now?"

As soon as the sentence is out of my mouth, his ears turn red. "I..I.. well," he stutters, and I laugh.

"Don't worry, you did good," I assure him, not wanting to embarrass him further.

As I try to turn around, I realize we are still holding onto each other's hands. I try taking my hand out, but he doesn't let go instead; he asks me,

"Can I join you?" he nods towards the screen. I raise an eyebrow.

"You was laughing hard," he says shrugging, answering my unspoken question.

"Sure," I smile at him.

He moves towards the couch, I sit at the far end and he sits right beside me, just an inch of space between us. He rests our still united hands in the space, his thumb lightly caressing the back of my hand.

"you know you can let go of my hand now, right?" I ask him, giving him an eyebrow raise.

"but I don't want to," he says with all sincerity, looking into my eyes. I could hear the thumping of my heart in my ears, I just hope he can't. The effect he has on me is going to get me in trouble one day. What is he trying, we just agreed to be friends. He opens his mouth again, "I'm not feeling good," and everything makes sense.

why do you always have to take everything otherwise Selene, I scold myself. Not everyone thinks like you, people can have innocent intentions you know.

I nod, "Okay," I say and turn towards the screen, putting on Korean subtitles so he can understand as well.

And that's how we spend the rest of the evening, holding hands, laughing with each other. His laugh sounded like a windpipe, and I wondered how can someone this beautiful can laugh like that but I'm not judging, I was snorting most of the time as well.

As the sun went down, I was seeing him in a new light. Quite literally. The ray of sunshine hitting his face; well gracing is a better word. As it graced his face, he looked so ethereal. I was happy we could be friends. I just hope it won't get any more complicated than this. I want to resent them honestly, but keeping the bond aside, they are really good people, and they don't deserve it. I don't deserve them.

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It's been two days since Jin and I decided to become friends. I wouldn't say, we have made a huge leap of progress in our friendship since then, but now at least, I'm comfortable with spending time with him. Yesterday, he and I had a Mario cart match of our own; needless to say, I won.

Though he wasn't bitter about it, he did whine and made me promise to team with him against Jungkook next time. I wanted to ask him what about that guy makes them all so competitive, but I bit my tongue because I didn't think it was my place to pry.

Today, the company allowed Jin to go with the other members to catch up on the practice since he has shown good signs of improvement in the past four days, leaving me all alone at their dorm.

A sigh of boredom leaves my lips as I fall back on the bed. I've been watching shows the entire day, but I'm bored of that too. Seriously, how many reruns can a person enjoy non-stop?

I roll across the bed when suddenly an idea pops into my head. I have two world-renowned celebrities as my soulmates, and I know nada about that aspect of their life. Reaching for my laptop, I sit up on the bed, ready to do some digging into how they become to be who they are now.

I search for BTS on youtube and scroll down the results. I pause and go back up; now counting down the views they have on their video and ¡dios mío! the amount of videos they have on their videos is insane. I first click on the music video that had more than a billion views, the song is named DNA. Though I thought, that I will understand at least a little of their song with the little Korean that I know, I was obviously wrong. I had to open the English subtitles to learn the meaning behind their song.

The melody and the music along with the meaning made the song a masterpiece. No doubt so many people loved the song. Their visuals helped as well. Both of my soulmates are looking heavenly in the video but I can't help watching the other members as well. They all are looking so beautiful with their hair and their dangling earrings.

The next song I listen to is called FAKE LOVE. Well, I guess the title explains a little. As the music starts my breath hitches, If I thought they were heavenly before, they looked devilishly handsome now. The lyrics were so well written, like how does one even come up with things like that? This has to be my favorite song of theirs. The sexiness was oozing out of the screen.

Next, I play ON. This song was released just this year. I see the pattern; the deep, meaningful lyrics aren't just a one-time, poet moment thing. All their songs seem to be deep and meaningful. I wonder who their writer is, whoever it is, the guys got lucky with them. Also, the songs are amazingly produced, these guys' team is so well made, they got lucky with everything.

The next video was released this month only, BLACK SWAN. I don't understand the title, but when I see the lyrics, I'm left amazed. And did I just see Jimin dance in contemporary? he was so graceful, and in the shot when his wings expanded, I was a goner. He dances with such poise I could only think to do so. The guys have only gotten better with time. The first video I saw, was from 2016, and in 2020 their visuals, music, their lyrics; it has only gotten better with time. This song should be played in the orchestra. It has the potential to reach people's hearts without even needing to say a word. This piece is a real masterpiece I'd say.

I go to the comment section since this is my new favorite of the guys, I need to know more about them. I see many comments about their pretty handsome faces, Jimin's dance, and marriage proposals. There were critics as well; some people tried to bash them for their success, but there were millions of supportive, loving comments. These guys are loved by their fans so much.

Just as I was about to click on the next video, a voice startles me, making me swear as I look up. Jin was standing there smiling at me, I smile back.

"what are you doing?" he asks as he strides into the room towards me.

panicking about getting caught, I instantly close the laptop, smiling at him, "oh um nothing, when did you come back?"

"just now," he answers. "come out, we bring dinner."

I nod, following him outside. I see Yoongi behind the counter setting the table with Jimin helping him.

Jimin and I haven't really talked after the incident in the living room, where I not so subtly shut him out. I see the longing gazes he looks at me with whenever I'm in his presence, the jealousy in his eyes when I'm with Jin. Even so, he hasn't come to talk to me, once. I don't know what is going on in his head, but he shouldn't have pried into my past much less so early in our relationship.

Soon, all the guys come out after getting freshened up, filling in the seats. Safe to say, besides Jin, I haven't had many interactions with the other boys, but they have been taking care of me, welcomed me into their home, accepting me as their brothers' soulmate. Seeing their success, these guys are pretty down to earth, the arrogance of success has not taken control of their minds. Well, atleast I don't have to deal with an arrogant soulmate. Considering everything, I'd say I ended up good.

"Do you eat spicy?" Namjoon asks from across me, sitting between Hoseok and Yoongi. Next to Yoongi sits Jungkook. I'm as always sitting between Jin and Jimin, with Taehyung sitting beside the latter.

"Depends. Your spicy? probably, My spicy? No." I answer.

Jin sets a bowl in front of me, "try,"

And I do. "It's good, I have eaten this before."

After dinner, as I start to get up to put my dish in the washer, a hand comes to rest on mine halting my actions.

"I think, it's time we have a talk," Jin says, tilting his head towards Jimin.

I nod, Of course, a talk was in order. It's a good time to let them know of my intentions or lack thereof, I guess.

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They move to the living area, the other members having retired to their rooms to give them privacy. Selene sits on a couch, and both the boys settle on the couch across from her. Being face to face they could read her expression. They know, there is something pulling back Selene from giving in to the pull of the bond. Both the members have experienced how strong the pull is and they've seen Selene fighting against it. They just want to understand the reason behind that fight.

"So..." Selene starts, "What did you want to talk about?"

"First, I want to say sorry for that day," Jimin speaks, hanging his head low, not daring to meet her eyes, he didn't want to see any more hurt or anger in her eyes caused by him, "I was wrong to..." he drifts off, couldn't find the words to express himself due to the language barrier.

"To push me? stuffing your nose in my business?" Selene offers sarcastically. Jimin didn't understand the last part, but he did know whatever she meant was probably true.

He nods, "I am sorry, I will wait for you. I will learn." with determination, he finishes his apology. Jimin never wanted to be the reason for someone's hurt or problem, all he wanted was, for the people he loves to live happily. He also wanted a good relationship with his soulmate.

Seeing the way, Selene had accepted Jin as a friend, from being hostile to comfortable in his presence whilst still showing jimin the same hostility she had when she came to the dorm was eating away at him. His insecurities whispering in his ear that she might not want him as a soulmate, she might choose Jin. He knows he was wrong to raise such an incredulous question this early in their relationship, but he was blinded with envy at that moment, all rationality, all sense went out the window at that time.

And he faced the consequences for that, having her right in front of his eyes but not being able to talk, scared she will say the words he is most afraid of, and having her avoid him like a plague. But after much thought and some advice from Yoongi, he finally stepped up to ask her herself if she wanted him or not. Or will she choose?

"Okay," Selene nods, "I accept your apology, but on one condition. Neither of you will ever push me for something I don't want to share."

Both the boys agree instantly, they never wanted to make her upset again.

"Friends"

"Alright, was there something else, or should I go then?"

"um," Jin fishes out a paper from his pocket, they had asked namjoon to help them with translation, they didn't want any misunderstanding.

"You are fighting the bond, we can tell. why?" Jin reads from the paper, peering up at her.

"I...I just told you not to ask me something I don't want to share." her answer comes.

"But we think your past," Jin counters, "this has us too,"

"Me not wanting to give in to the pull does not have anything to do with either of you," she says, glaring at the men. "I told you Seokjin, You guys are not a factor in whatever I do."

Her response hurt and relieved them at the same time. But they understood, they only came into her life not a week ago, and they can't expect to play a role in her life so soon.

"Okay," they both nod, "Are you going to choose?" taking the paper from Jin, Jimin reads.

"Choose what?"

"between us." Jin clarifies.

"No? I didn't know I was supposed to." she frowns.

"aani, aani, No. I was just... I thought you will not want me when you have Jin hyung." Jimin explains flustering.

"Jimin, I told this to Jin as well, I am willing to have a friendly relationship for the sake of your and my health, but I don't think I'll be able to take any further steps."

Jimin nodded, every word tumbling down her tongue was like an arrow piercing his heart, but he swallowed every single one of them. Selene was in a way rejecting the relationship they wished to share with her, but he won't ask why now; after knowing the reason, maybe he'll understand, but for now, he'll have to settle with being her friend if it means staying by her side.

"Okay, friends?" he says, holding a hand out to shake.

"Friends." she takes his hand, smiling. "I'm glad you guys understood. I don't want any problems in the future. So as far as we're all clear, I've agreed to be your friend and nothing more."

Both boys nod, "We understand,"

Not wanting to let her go just yet, Jimin asks, "what you do?"

"Oh, I'm doing my Master's in astronomy, I have just taken admission in Seoul University. The classes will start from fall though, so I have the time to settle here." her reply comes.

"You come here for study?" Jin asks.

"No, I just came to travel, but I loved it here, so I decided to stay."

"What change your mind?" he questions further, intrigued.

"Everything about this city is amazing. When I came to Seoul, I fell in love with the culture, the people, and of course the food, the biggest factor was my place of solace, the Han river. I love that place."

"Woah, namjoon hyung also go there. He met you there." Jin says, making Selene frown.

"What?" she whispers.

"He tell us your name. You met him. You don't remember?" Jimin asks, tilting his head, a habit he does whenever he tries to understand something.

"I remember meeting someone, but I didn't know who he was." She says, mind elsewhere.

Standing up abruptly, she says, "I think I should sleep." disappearing down the hall, leaving both the men confused and wondering if they did something wrong again.

Not wanting to give in to negative thoughts, Jin and Jimin also call it a night. Retiring to their respective rooms.

"you look happy. It went well?" hoseok asks, seeing the small smile on his roommate's face. The latter, simply nods in reply, sinking into his mattress.

Jimin slips into the dreamland, thinking about the small progress he made with his soulmate today. He was happy that his fear didn't come true; she didn't reject him. There was still a chance. He had all the faith in the universe.

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coldshrugs · 4 years ago

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praying that it waits for me

featuring: douglas friedman; supporting cast: alma green, verda, tina word count: 1.4k note: a @wayhavensummer entry for the 6/13 prompt first pride! doug's gay, i said so. (p.s. if you're closeted, i love you so much and it's okay not to come out. your reasons are your business and you're still part of this beautiful community)

It's a mindless thing, the way his attention searches for purchase on something, anything, in front of him. Something immediate. All the while those inescapable thoughts hover around the edge of his attempts at stimulation.

Douglas glances down at his phone. Back to the work computer. Clicks through a few links. Tries to read a stupid listacle. Back down when the phone vibrates—a text from Dad. He’ll think about that later. He swipes it off the screen as Alma and Verda come up from the lab.

They’re chattering away in a bubble of quiet laughter and relaxed touches as they hang their white coats on hooks by the station’s kitchen. There's something familial between them, an understanding that Doug’s never had with anyone.

He’s not sure if it’s something he can have. But he can hope.

It was months ago that Alma invited him in when he had nowhere else to go, even after he’d acted like an idiot. Longer still since she’d put herself between him and an attacker. Doug can’t describe how grateful he is that she cared. No one ever seems to care.

He thought he was in love, just for a moment. Thought he could finally ignore this clawing in his chest.

The part of himself he can’t face.

He buries the thought for now. They’re wandering over anyway.

“How’s it going, Doug?” Alma leans against his desk, words caught mid-giggle, and the bubble of warmth extends to him for a moment. The natural pull of her gravity is something he can’t resist—fully aware that this is not attraction—because he knows she’d care. She’d listen and tell him it’s okay.

He doesn’t say anything important. Only shrugs and offers a weak smile. “I’m okay. Ready to clock out.”

If they were alone, he could say more. Maybe even tell her the truth.

“I hear that.” She groans.

Eric pokes his head through the glass door, both daughters in tow, and Verda meets him with a quick kiss. Douglas tries not to stare. Takes a deep breath to hide the heat in his face.

There’s something else he can’t imagine having. Best not to even hope for that.

Goodbyes are said. Doug keeps his head down. It’s not long before one of the volunteers comes to relieve him at the front desk, and then he’s free for the night.

He wanders around town for a while. A coffee from Haley’s to savor at the docks; flipping through something new at the bookstore; finally, a single beer at the bar. Anything to avoid going home.

His phone buzzes for the first time since work. Dad again. Better check both texts now.

4:52 PM: Councilman Meyers and his family are coming to dinner tonight. Don’t embarrass me by being late.

Doug is way past late. That was the one that came through while he was at the front desk.

8:03 PM: You are, as always, a disappointment.

That sinking feeling in his gut both leads the way and slows his steps as he shuffles back to the north side of town. Back to the place he feels emptiest.

Doug enters as quietly as he can. There’s the clink of ice in a tumbler from the sitting room. Dad must be drowning his fury with whiskey.

“Goodnight,” Douglas mumbles from the foyer. No response.

His father doesn’t even bother to berate him to his face anymore. Doug doesn’t know what’s worse, being yelled at or being ignored.

In the safety of his room, the weight falls away. He can practice being himself.

He curls into bed with his laptop, fingers hovering over the keys with uncertainty. Every letter, every word typed into the search bar solidifies the truth of it a little more. The forums are always full of support, camaraderie, and understanding. More empathy than he's been shown in his life.

Would he receive the same love?

Doug showers before bed, wipes the fog off his mirror, and practices saying it.

"I'm gay," he whispers to himself. Then just a little louder. "I'm gay. I'm gay."

It’s not comfortable, but it’s his. Like new jeans, still too stiff when he sits, but they fit perfectly. Boots that might cause a blister for the first week, but will last for years.

He likes how it looks on him. Likes it enough to smile.

Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe he'll tell someone besides his reflection.

- - -

Tomorrow isn't different, nor is the next day. Or the one after that. But eventually, after stockpiling his courage, Doug decides it's time.

He stops at Haley’s to pick up a couple coffees. He doesn’t know Alma’s order, but everyone likes a flavored latte well enough, right? He wants to extend a friendly gesture. She’s the closest thing he’s had to a friend in a long time.

He catches her sliding out of her car in the station’s parking lot. His pounding heart protests as he moves around to the front of the car to make himself known.

It’s now or never.

“Alma,” he starts.

“Morning, Doug. Everything alright?” She heaves a messenger bag onto her shoulder and bumps the door shut with her hip. He looks for any signs of annoyance--a sharpened look, a pinched brow, a disappointed frown. Things he's used to seeing when he tries to talk to his father.

But she just looks a little confused, a little curious.

“I… I grabbed a coffee for you.” He awkwardly extends the drink, and she takes it after half a second’s hesitation.

“Thank you?”

Well, this is going spectacularly.

“Do you have a second? To talk?”

Her brows raise, curiosity shifting to something like worry, he thinks. It’s more concern than he’s gotten from either of his parents in a few years. She nods and gestures for him to follow her to the bench a few feet from the entrance.

“What’s up?”

Doug hasn’t given much thought to how to say this, only that he wants to say it. Wants someone to know him.

“There’s something I, um, want to tell you.” He sips his drink to steady his nerves. “Because you’re someone I can trust.”

He starts gathering the threads. How this started, when he knew, why he hasn’t told his parents.

Why he hasn’t told anyone.

Where he plans to go from here.

He knows the answers, but struggles to weave them into anything solid in his mind. He still has questions of his own, after all.

His sexuality isn’t something he can put into bullet points, no matter how much easier that’d make this conversation. So he sits, swaying on the edge of his truth, still afraid of becoming.

“Douglas? Are you okay?” Alma’s hand is on his arm, the lightest, warmest touch he can remember.

“I’m gay.”

The words fall out in a rush, and when he looks up, he’s met with soft eyes, a quiet smile. The hand squeezes his arm and pulls him in for a hug. His body, wiry and thin, sags against her small frame. A relieved laugh shakes through him.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” she mumbles into his shoulder. “I’m so happy for you, Doug.”

The smile might as well be plastered to his face for the rest of the day. He feels lighter. Just like all the nights he's gone over it alone, this isn’t exactly what he’d call comfortable, but having someone accept him instead of dismissing him... well, it means the world.

- - -

Weeks pass. Work becomes a sanctuary, and Douglas springs to life in ways he never believed possible. He joins in their conversations, shares more of himself.

He comes out.

He invites others in.

Alma and Tina invite him to come along to the Pride festival in the big city, and even if the car ride is filled with a fuzzy, nervous haze for him, Doug sings—no, screams along with them to their favorite songs until it’s time to pile out of the car and join the crowds taking to the streets.

He’s allowed to lose himself in the electric pulse of energy, the colors, the overwhelming love of it all.

There are still questions to ask.

There is still progress to make.

Douglas shines with all the vibrant trepidation of the sun at dawn, making himself known, slowly, slowly as he ascends into what was once darkness. But he is certain this is where he belongs. For the first time, he feels like he’s part of something like a family.

#azia writes #wayhavensummer #wsf challenge #douglas friedman #listen i just feel like dougie gets shit on in the source material #he's not actually in love with alma he just wants a family #anyway i humbly submit this for your consideration #i'm sorry it doesn't feature the core cast. i know we're here for the vamps but i love the side characters T^T

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avungerthatgotaway · 4 years ago

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The Soldier of the Night

heyyyy guys!! this is my first ever request fic and im so excited to do iiiit. please tell me what you think of it in the comments🥰

it's made for this request

summary: y/n finally takes matters into her own hands and escapes hydra. but it won't be as easy as she tought...

warnings: mentions of blood and child neglect

pairings: avengers x teen!reader (platonic)

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

Sorry for grammar mistakes.

If you have request feel free to ask🥰

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Y/N Y/LN, but no one calls you by that name. To the world you are known as The Soldier of the Night, the merciless murderer. Mothers all over the world use you to teach their kids about most dreadful dangers. People gather around campfire in woods and share scary stories of your cold heart and homicides you don't feel guilty about. You are the biggest fear of each and every government there is in world.

And you always wonder what all those people would say if they knew how old you were. Or that you never kill willingly. Or that you silently pray every night for the victims you harmed or killed in your brainwashed state.

Or that hydra has no control over you anymore. You are currently running, without exact destination, just to get as far from hydra as you can. They are probably alerted of your absence by this point, but you are already in New York, so you can maybe find a hiding spot before they find you.

-Avengers pov

Nick Fury hurried to the avengers tower, where he called a sudden meeting this morning.

When he came in Steve and Sam were sweaty, probably just came from their morning jog. Bucky was still fighting sleep in his pyjamas, hair sticking out in different directions. Wanda was starring daggers at him for waking her up so early. Tony and Bruce were in lab coats, probably didn't sleep at all. All other avengers were at their respective missions.

"I called this meeting because my resources told me infamous Soldier of the Night is out of hydra HQ. We don't know why, but it's probably another killing mission for hydra. He is currently laying low, somewhere around south entrance to the city. Your mission is to stop him from harming anyone and bring him here. Alive if possible, it would benefit us to know what are hydra's plans at the moment." he finished.

"Alright." said Steve dutifully. "Any information we can get on him before we go?"

"Not much. Only that he is dangerous, and doesn't spare anyone. He is a ghost story. We don't even know if it's a he, that's just a guess."

"Very well. Everyone suit up, I expect you in front of tower in 10." Steve said and left, other avengers following behind.

They came back that evening, exhausted of their unsuccessful search. There was no trace of the soldier. But they had to keep looking as long as there's hope to get rid of the monster.

-2nd person pov

Your heart was racing a hundred miles. You were well aware of the possibility of hydra finding you. But you didn't expect it to be this soon. You were in hiding for only 2 months and they already tracked you down.

Windows broke on your left side and hydra agents started piling in. At the same time on your right side the door broke down revealing whole avengers team, with few additions. You faintly remember one of them as The Winter Soldier, but what was he doing with avengers? Your toughts were cut short by a punch in your face delivered by one of hydra agents.

That's when it snapped: you had to fight for your life. And you probably had to fight both sides.

You started fighting hydra agents, harming them as much as you can without killing.

The avengers stand at the doorstep, and you faintly hear one of them saying "What the actual fuck?". They seemed belivered.

But they soon join the fight knocking out hydra agents. A fist connected with the back of your head, knocking you out into pool of darkness.

Light clacking of bottles was the first thing you hear when you wake up. You squint your eyes open, panic finnaly kicking in to where you are. Your first tought was that you were back in hydra HQ, but the room was way too light for that, and hydra wanted you dead.

You started panicking and franatically got out of the bed, trying to escape. Whoever this is, they nean no good. Even avengers want to kill you. But as soon as you got up, black dots invaded your vision, causing you to fall. But before you hit the groung a pair of arms caught you, leading you to sit back in bed.

"Hey, hey sweetie calm down. No one will harm you here. Don't make any sudden movements, your head is still not completely healed." a man told you.

You just layed back and watched him bandage your wrist.

"I am Bruce Banner, by the way. What is your name?" he asked kindly.

"Y/N Y/LN" you whispered, almost inaudibly but he heard it.

"Alright, Y/N. I think I bandaged all your bruises. Rest of the team is waiting out, do you maybe want to meet them?"

By 'team' he probably meant rest of the avengers. You saw a big 'A' painted on the wasll, so that had to be it, right? You immediately shook your head no, eyes widening in fear. You still weren't sure they won't harm you, and meeting them seemed overwhelming in your current state.

"It's okay, calm down. You can meet them later. I will stay with you a little. We could talk if you want?"

You just shrugged your shoulders, not particularly fond of talking with anyone, but not wanting to seem rude because he did help you.

"Okay. How old are you Y/N?" he asked slowly.

"(your age)" you quietly said.

"Dear lord, you really are just a kid. I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through."

You just zoned out, thinking about everything that happened, when something poped up in your mind.

"Mr. Banner?" you asked shyly.

"Call me Bruce kiddo. What is it?"

"I tought I saw The Winter Soldier at the door when you guys came to get me?"

"Oh yes. Bucky. He was also in hydra, as you probably know. He was brainwashed. I suppose you were too?"

"I was, every time I killed somebody. Sometimes I went to missions with other agents and they didn't brainwash me, but I never killed anyone when I was in my senses." You started thinking about your victims as teers pooled in your eyes.

"We supposed so. Do you want me to bring Bucky in a little? Maybe he can help you feel better, because he knows what you're going through."

You slowly nodded, not wanting to reject meeting avengers the second time.

"Alright, he'll be here in a minute." Bruce gave you a gentle smile and patted your shoulder.

A minute after he exited, in came Bucky. He looked better than when you saw him last, but you doubted he's seen you. You were sneaking out, tryna find some food, when you heard and saw agents torturing him. That's about only memory you have of him, along with stories you've heard from other people.

"Hello there doll. How are you? Bruce told me you remember me." he said gently, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"I-I am alright, i guess. Th-thanks. And yes, I do. A little. I was passing by door, when I saw them torturing y-yo-you." you started sobbing a little, the memory bringing back others. Memories of them torturing you. And you torturing other people in your brainwashed state.

"Hey don't cry. It's okay, shhh. Come here." he opened his arms, and you hesitantly scooted closer, not exactly sure what he wanted. He circled his arms around you, and you flinched, thinking he's gonna attack you. But he just gently kept his arms wrapped around you, soothingly rubbing you back. after some time you wraoed your arms around his middle, still not sure what's going on.

But it was a nice feeling. You never felt something like it before. You felt so safe, like nothing could harm you as long as you two stay like that. You wanted to know what was all this about.

"Wha-at are you do-oing?" you asked after you stopped sobbing, but still hiccuping a little.

"Oh, I'm hugging you. Are you uncomfortable? I will stop if you are. Sorry." he said starting to draw back.

"No!" you quickly said, clutching onto him like koala. You were afraid the sense of comfort will leave you as soon as he withdraws from you.

"Shhh, doll. I won't let go. Never. Nothing will ever harm you here kiddo. We will take care of you. You can live normal life, like all other kids. Maybe go to school after you adapt to your surroundings. Here is a kid Peter he is about your age. You can make friends your age. And of course we will be your friends. For as long as you want it."

"Wait, I can live here? I'm not a burden?"

"No, of course not. Don't ever think that, please."

"B-Bu-Bru" you struggled to remember what Bruce told you his name was.

"Bucky. Or James, whichever you prefer kid."

"Oh okay. What are hugs Bucky?"

"Well I'm hugging you right now. You hug people ti show your emotions. Like comfort, thankfulness, happiness, love. It's what friends do."

"Wait wait wait. You never had a hug before?? Like ever????" a new voice boomed. It sounded genuine but way too loud. You flinched instinctively and hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. He tightened his hold on you for comfort.

"Can you be any louder Thor? And no she was practically raised in hydra, they don't exactly hug around." Bucky said.

"I am sorry, lady Y/N. For frightening you, and for my inappropriate question. I am Thor Odinson." he said coming closer to you.

"It's okay Mr. Thor. I'm Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you." you said shyly.

"Oh it's lovely meeting you too. I came here because brother Stark asked me to ask you if our presence is wished upon now."

"Huh, what do you think, doll? Ready to meet 'em now? No pressure." Bucky quietly asked, only for you to hear.

You tought about it for a second, but if everyone is nice as three you already met, you'd like to meet them all. And with quiet "okay", Bucky nodded to Thor and he left to call the others in.

That night you layed in your bed, thinking of that day's events. You met everyone, since no one had missions assigned. They were all really nice to you. Even Loki, which surprised every avenger. You were not sure why tho, Loki was nice, and his voice was comforting. The Maximoff twins were really funny, and Tony already started making you your own room! Everyone else you've met was aweosme: Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam and Rhodey. Peter was shy but nice, he promised to show you some good movies and he was belivered when you said you don't know what those are.

Bucky was still you favorite. He stayed the longest, promising to come and visit you first thing in the morning. You hoped he'll hug you again, you were quite fond of hugs now.

Few months passed since avengers saved you. Life couldn't be better at this point. You were home schooling, or rather preparing to go to real school next year. Peter already introduced you to his friends from school you are going to attend. You were training to become an avenger, and it was so exciting.

You were currently having breakfast tho, sitting in between Sam and Bucky who were bickering about one thing or other. Tony was dancing funnily while making pancakes, while Nat was trying to throw as many blueberries as possible at him. You heard Clint somewhere in wents above you, probably setting up a prank. You smiled to yourself. Even though you never knew love, or had a family until two months prior, avengers accepted you. They were slowly becoming your family, and you couldn't imagine your life without them. ;)

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