#kc drabbles

[treasuringizu]

“Gimme a kiss,” Atsumu murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin. 

You pull him away from you, hands cupping his face and thumb running along his cheek in the way you know he likes. You raise an eyebrow, smiling softly, “I’m wearing lipstick, you know.” This causes his eyes to drop to your lips, gaze hungry, suddenly reminded of the fact. 

“So?” he asks, eyes flicking from yours and back to your lips. “Let everyone know I belong ta ya.” 

“You’re going to walk around with my lips printed on your face?” 

He nods eagerly, ducking to bury his face in your neck. “I’d be the happiest man alive if I got ta walk around like that.” 

This makes you laugh, your heart melt, and you reposition your arms around his shoulders to squeeze him closer to you. “You’re going to be late for practice, ‘Tsumu.”

“Just one kiss, baby. Even if it's on the cheek.” 

You sigh, but you know that he knows you’re only faking your reluctance. “Kay.” 

He pulls away from you, giving you his right cheek, and tapping his pointer finger against it with a giddy smile. You make sure to dramatize your actions, making an amplified noise when pulling away, laughing when he gives you his other cheek, and repeating your actions until he finally lowers his mouth to yours. 

He makes sure to deepen the kiss and only chases after you when you pull away, giving you little pecks and placing kisses all around your face, playfully biting your nose when it scrunches in fake disdain. When he finally separates from you, you take notice of the bright red lip marks on his cheeks, and the red tint left on his lips that are stretched into a grin. 

“How do I look?” 

“Like you are definitely mine.” 

His smile widens. “Great. ‘Xactly what I was goin’ for.” 

[bitterkarmaa]

ye

This has been rotating in my head non-stop

‼️TW SEIZURE‼️

-

Sun had emphasized how important it was for everyone to be present during family movie night. Eclipse understood that, honestly. How would it be family movie night without the whole family?

He supposed that they’d just have to find that out tonight.

If he had to watch Air Bud one more goddamn time, he might just kill everyone in the room. And, contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t exactly want to do that.

So, he’s resolved himself to hide on the platform that overlooks the theater, peering in between the bars of the banister. His rays are retracted, the vibrant colors of his clothes hidden by a blanket that he has pulled over his shoulders. Plus, added bonus, it keeps him warm. Today isn’t a great day physically for him, so the extra comfort is appreciated.

When the soft chatters of everyone else begins to filter up to him from below, signaling his family’s arrival, he backs away from the banister and scuttles towards the door hidden amongst the various boxes and crates of equipment. With one last glance over his shoulder, he hears Rays quietly ask where he is, with Blood Moon’s more firm voice not far behind.

He lingers, one hand on the doorknob.

“What if he’s gotten himself hurt again? What if he’s stuck somewhere? What if-“

“Blood, he’s fine. He’s probably just skipping out on movie night because we aren’t watching one of his cheesy horror films.” Moon’s sharp voice cuts in, a sigh leaving his mouth as Blood Moon continues to grumble behind him.

“Hurt?” Rays’ soft, yet mortified tone paints a picture of his expression in Eclipse’s head: eyes wide, blanket pulled tightly over his shoulders, shaking fingers curled into the fabric. It’s almost enough to make Eclipse reveal himself and come down. Almost.

“Yeah, he’s kinda a danger magnet.” Moon admits, moving towards the staircase that leads up to the platform Eclipse is hidden on.

“I doubt he’s in danger, though. He usually gets paranoid when he’s doing stupid shit, but he’s been pretty chill lately. Have you tried calling him?”

Blood Moon pauses. “No.”

“Try that, then get back to me.”

Moon takes the stairs two at a time. Eclipse knows he likes to show off, since he only does it in front of others.

Tsk. I could do that, too.

Eclipse opens the door, slipping into the hallway behind. In a slight panic, he tugs on the handle, pulling it shut behind him as quickly as possible. Not long after, he hears Moon’s footsteps outside.

With a sigh of relief, he turns away from the door, facing the rest of the corridor.

He lets out half of a yelp before slapping his hands over his mouth, glaring daggers at the tall figure before him as Moon’s movements pause outside.

Familiar red eyes stare down at Eclipse, albeit dimmer than he remembers. He slowly uncovers his mouth as Moon continues on with his task, presumably getting the movie started.

“What are you doing here?” Eclipse hisses under his breath.

Kill Code blinks. Slowly, carefully, as if uncertain what the action’s purpose is. Acting on autopilot. Eclipse is further disturbed.

“…hello?”

Kill Code shakes its head slightly, letting out a huff. “My hall. You know this.”

Eclipse leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, reassured by Kill Code’s more familiar behavior. “You can’t own a hallway. I needed somewhere to hide. Can you help, or not?”

Kill Code narrows his eyes, his claws twitching at his sides. It sways precariously on unsteady paws.

Eclipse fights the urge to move forwards and steady him.

“Follow.” It grunts, turning around and beginning to saunter back down the hall. Eclipse hesitates a few moments before trailing behind, keeping his footsteps light in comparison to Kill Code’s heavy stomping.

It’s small things that catch his attention. The stumbles, the pauses. The way each step seems to take all of Kill Code’s energy. So much effort for a single movement.

Then, Eclipse jumps again, startled by the ringing of a call coming in. Kill Code flinches, too, tail lashing through the air as it turns to growl at Eclipse.

Eclipse stumbles back, Blood Moon’s contact flashing across his sight. He declines the call in an annoyed(and maybe frightened) frenzy, trying to move away, a snarky quip ready on his tongue to dismiss himself back to his sons. But a hand with long, sharp claws closes around his wrist, pulling him closer instead.

“S-Stop, stop! Dad-“ Eclipse grits out, trying to pry himself free from Kill Code’s grasp. For a moment, Kill Code remains still, gaze hauntingly hollow. Before long, however, it releases Eclipse, robotically leaning away once more.

“What is wrong with you right now? You’ve been off since I got back here!” Eclipse snaps, holding his wrist close to his chest, as if afraid Kill Code will try to grab him again.

“Ringing. It’s irritating.” Kill Code says lowly. His eyes still seem…off.

“It was Blood Moon, probably wondering where I am! You were there when they had their big breakdown about me being gone and hurt, so you should know how they can be!”

Ridiculous as it is…

Eclipse lets out a heavy breath, trying to expel his paranoia. Kill Code stares down at him blankly. Unmoving.

“I apologize. I overreacted.” Kill Code says flatly. Eclipse relaxes slightly, though he remains vigilant.

“It’s…okay. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine.”

With that, it turns back around and continues on towards the door to its room. Eclipse follows, less hesitant this time, hovering behind it nervously.

When it makes it to the door, it moves its hand up to grab the knob, but its hand misses and instead scrapes vainly against the rusted metal surface of the door itself. Eclipse watches quietly.

By the time it completes the process again with the same result, Eclipse has grown impatient. He reaches out and opens the door himself.

Kill Code grumbles to himself, but makes no comment, instead forcing himself inside with his son on his heels.

The door closes on its own behind them. Eclipse glances back at it, but doesn’t dwell long. “You…you’re sure?”

Kill Code pauses for but a moment. A slight hitch in its gait. It mutters something over its shoulder. Eclipse doesn’t catch the words.

“KC?” Eclipse steps closer. Kill Code’s arm spasms, and it growls, using its other arm to restrain it against its side.

“Stop prying, boy!” It snarls, still struggling against the twitching and writhing mess of its own arm.

“But-“

“But nothing!” It shouts, scaring the concern right out of Eclipse as the scarred animatronic doubles back on himself, eyes widening in fear. Kill Code turns to face him, tail whipping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth - advancing on Eclipse like a prowling tiger sizing up its next meal.

“Okay, okay, I-I’ll stop-!” Eclipse stumbles backwards, raising a hand to shield himself as his father looms over him, draping him in its morbid shadow.

“You never learn to shut up, do you?” Its gleaming red eyes pierce him like bullets, digging into him ruthlessly. “You always pay, pay all these prices and- consider, possibly, that you’ve earned some-“ It turns away again, bringing a hand up to the damaged half of its face, the remaining visible eye now wild with conflicting emotions.

“What? What are you talking about?” Eclipse asks incredulously, feeling that familiar warmth spread out from his chest, pure power running through his systems. His bad eye flickers to life, a dim light cast as an iris.

“They’re your children! They should be worried! You act as if their concern is a nuisance to you, such a disgraceful outlook-“ Kill Code continues to rant, the deranged expression on its face only worsening with each word.

“I never said that!” Eclipse retorts, his arm coming back down, aligned with his chest instead of his head. An offensive position, rather than defensive.

“Shut your mouth!” In the blink of an eye, Kill Code is bearing down on him again, claws reaching, shadow looming, face set in a vicious snarl. Eclipse’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click.

His confidence leaves much quicker than it came.

“I taught you how to care, I taught you how to be appreciative, but you act as if Blood Moon’s worry bores you - burdens you. You act as if being in the presence of the others is a damn chore, when all they’ve done is care for you. You’d be dead without them!” Then, it stops, speaking in a softer, more subdued tone than before. “You’d be dead without me, but you left years ago.”

Eclipse listens in silence up until the last few words, his anger and pride flaring before his self-preservation can rein them in.

“You sentenced me to death before you saved me from it.”

Kill Code’s entire demeanor changes. His hands retract, his body recoils, tense and shocked as if physically struck by Eclipse’s words.

“I…I never meant to…” It’s words are distant, almost confused, or lost. Its expression twists into borderline despair, snarl falling into a pained grimace.

Pricks of oil gather in Kill Code’s eyes, complete and utter shock hitting Eclipse with the force of twelve fighter jets.

Okay, so…that’s still a sore spot. Noted.

“KC….I….” Eclipse starts, fidgeting nervously with his claws. It is then that he notices Kill Code sway, staggering backwards. “KC?”

Eclipse gets closer, quickly grabbing his father’s arm, slowly lowering him to sit on the cold cement floor below. He feels the mechanisms in the older animatronic’s arm stiffening uncontrollably beneath his sleeve and plating, gears grinding, turning against themselves.

“I-I don’t know what to do, tell me what to do, how to save you-“

Memories hit him harder than he thought they would. It’s his turn to overreact, it seems, because surely his father isn’t dying - come on, he’s fine! He said it himself!

Kill Code’s eyes remain vacant, unfocused and dim. The only thing keeping him upright is Eclipse’s hold on his arm.

Oil. Oil everywhere. Covering his hands, coating his chest, leaking between his fingers as he struggles to connect the tubes back to the pump- god, please, PLEASE no, he couldn’t- couldn’t do this-

“Dad?” Eclipse can’t keep the tremble from his voice. It stays. His hands, they stay, shaking. Clutching at Kill Code’s arm, panic setting in faster than he ever thought possible.

There’s this ticking noise from behind Kill Code’s remaining faceplate, the visible wires on the other half sparking wildly. His eyes flicker a few times, then go dark.

He can barely see through the tears. It’s hard to put everything back together with hands that shake this badly. But he has to try. He has to. What would he do on his own? How would he survive? It’s just been the two of them for so long. He can’t do this on his own.

Right?

“DAD!” Eclipse shouts as his father goes limp for only a moment, spasms and convulsions seizing him in the next. He is forced to release him and back off, his trembling hands still hovering in mid-air in front of him as if poised to touch or hold or - or something other than just watch.

Tears gather in his eyes, a nauseating amount of panic crawling up his throat. Getting any closer would get them both hurt. But…but what…what is going on??

Is he dying again?

The thought forces a choked sob out of his mouth, trembling hands moving back to wrap around himself. His rays shrink in, hiding behind his faceplate, just as he wishes to run and hide somewhere else, as well.

He should’ve just watched the damn movie. Should’ve sat down with his family and rolled his eye at all the lame jokes, only actually uttering a laugh when Blood Moon made fun of the ironic moments.

But no. No, he had to cause problems.

He had to do it alone now. He was gone. His father’s tubes were too torn, his intake bent beyond repair. His pump had choked up on all the oil, so much of it covering Eclipse that he knows it would never be enough to keep Kill Code running, even if he had managed to keep him awake somehow.

So much oil. So much.

Eclipse tries to wrack his processor for any clue as to what is going on. System error? No, those never get this bad. Electric current disruption? No, that would just force a restart. Seizure? No, those are for-

Everything stops. His shaking, his crying, his panic. Seizure. This is a seizure.

Finally, he manages to pull himself out of his daze. He moves forwards, slipping one hand under his father’s back, shifting him onto his side. He pays no mind to his flailing limbs, even as a claw tears his collar and nicks his neck beneath. It’s not Kill Code’s fault.

Eclipse keeps one hand on his father’s shoulder once he is safely on his side, oil dribbling out of his mouth and onto the floor beneath. Even as he continues to seize, Eclipse remains in place, making sure he stays put and as safe as possible.

Logic still tries to press back against his conclusion. Robots can’t have seizures. It makes no sense. The very structure of a seizure relies on the brain and the electrical impulses that reside within. Sure, animatronics have a processor, which is the equivalent of a brain - but the cables have full control over the electrical current that is transferred to each system. That pre-set amount can’t be changed, and this has never happened before, so how-

It’s because he’s dying. Again. Stop trying to deny it, you know what’s happening.

Those damned tears sting at his eyes again, but he tries to hold them back.

Just like last time, you can’t do anything. You can’t save him, you can’t save yourself, you can’t save anyone. You can only cause harm.

It’s no use. The tears drip down his face no matter how hard he tries, a silent sob leaving his mouth. His hands start shaking again.

Then, Kill Code’s seizing begins to slow. It eases into only the occasional spasm or jerk - much more manageable, as far as Eclipse is concerned. Less panic-inducing.

Much to his relief, he feels the heavy rise and fall of his father’s chest as he vents to compensate for the heat he gathered during his…whatever that was.

All self-control leaves him in an instant. He curls up against Kill Code, sobbing brokenly into his shoulder for the first time in decades. His claws curl into his tattered shirt, slowly falling into screams of despair.

The tears blur everything together. Past, present, life, death. He’s trembling and screaming and sobbing so much that he can’t tell up from down. Can’t tell if Kill Code is still breathing beneath him. Can’t feel anything other than grief.

But he’s not dead. You know he’s dead. He’s not. He’s breathing. Is he? Yes. You’re imagining it. No. He’s alive. He’s dead. He’s alive. He’s dead. He’s alive.He’s dead. He’s alive. He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s-

“Eclipse?”

His eye sharpens immediately, focusing on Kill Code’s bleary expression. The tears stop like flipping a switch. He tries to focus on making sure his father’s alright.

“Yeah? You - um - you okay?” Eclipse stammers, trying his hardest to get and keep his shit together.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

Kill Code shifts, trying to push himself into a sitting position. Eclipse’s hands, still trembling, jolt forwards to gently urge him to lay back down.

“No. You need more time.” He insists, earning a shaky sigh from his father.

“I’m alright, Eclipse. I’m sorry you had to witness that.” Kill Code rasps in response, and it takes everything within Eclipse to push down the childish urge to curl into his father’s chest and hug him tight.

“No, no. It’s - it’s okay. Not your fault.” He knows his tone is distant. He’s not really here. Is he?

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

“Eclipse, look at me.”

“I am.”

“My eyes, you twit.”

Eclipse slowly lifts his gaze until it is locked with Kill Code’s, allowing his father to carefully sit up this time around without making an effort to push him back down.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, hm?” It reaches out one hand to gently cup his son’s face, a frown crossing his own as he witnesses tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

“N-N…um…” Eclipse stammers, voice shaking. “Nothing. Nothing important.”

He’s dead.

I’m looking at him.

What remains of him, you fool.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion in Kill Code’s eyes, maybe it’s the frightening way his mind fights with itself like a snake eating its own tail, but he can’t hold it in anymore. A sob wrenches itself from his chest, and he launches himself into his father’s arms.

He shuts his eyes tightly and buries himself into Kill Code’s chest, letting the tears and torment out into his father’s clothes.

And, no matter how exhausted and dizzy Kill Code is, he sits and he holds his son while he breaks in his arms. He waits and he soothes, allowing the desperate claws to curl into the back of his shirt, clutching at him as if he’s already gone.

Because, in Eclipse’s mind…he quite possibly is.

[idontplaytrack]

Family Is Forever?

college! K.C. Cooper x fem! reader

Warnings: quarrelling, fluff, tiny bit of coarse language

In which K.C.’s family meet you for the first time. But, you thought that they didn’t like you all that much

Earlier on in the week, you and K.C. have decided that you were both ready to tell her family that you two were dating. So now, on Friday— since you didn’t have classes and neither did K.C., you drove home from college with her.

You and K.C. have been dating for two whole years. In secret. Her parents loved her, you could tell. But she was worried because their opinion mattered a lot to her. You…well, you were just a little scared about letting other people know because some people would just hate on you for being who you are. You feared for your safety and your girlfriend’s.

It was her Mom’s birthday tomorrow and she was excited to be able to celebrate with her. You were excited too, after hearing all about them. She’s never even introduced you to them before in any way— after discussing with you, of course. You didn’t want anyone to know yet and she felt similarly. But now. Now, you both wanted to tell them.

She tells you it was your turn to pick the playlist for the drive while getting into the driver’s seat. You squint at her, “No, it’s your turn.”

“Come on, it doesn’t really matter, does it?” K.C. chuckles, starting the car. “Just pick whatever you want.”

“Alright, alright.” You gave in with a laugh. With that, K.C. started driving away from the school grounds, her hand securely holding your thigh for a good while. It had become a habit, this gesture. But you liked it. It was comforting.

“You okay? Are you carsick?”

“No, I’m fine. Just thinking.” You smiled at her as she stops at a red light.

She massages your thigh lightly, “Hey, I’ve got you no matter what, love.”

“I just want tonight to go well, baby.” You told her, licking your lips because they were dry. “Chapstick’s in the glove compartment right there, love.”

You chuckled, reaching for it in front of you, “Thanks.”

“Don’t even mention it.” She grins.

The drive wasn’t too long, just a tad over two hours. So, you guys definitely had to get out to walk for a bit and stretch about halfway through.

“Okay, here we are.” K.C. stops the car powering down the engine. You got out and shut the door, she does the same while locking the doors with a click of her keys. She protectively winded an arm around your waist as you walked. K.C. let herself in since she obviously had the keys, and once the door opened up, you were met with the sight of her family all busy around the kitchen.

“Hey, guys!” K.C. exclaimed. All four heads turned around and looked at the two of you at the same time. Your heart beats faster as you studied their faces. “I’m back. And—”

“Oh, hi honey!” Her parents greeted. K.C. still had her arm around your waist. “Who’s your friend?” Her Dad asks, walking closer with her Mom. You tensed up, and K.C. feels it and rubs your back in response. “This is, y/n. My girlfriend.” K.C. got that out of the way nearly immediately. You were relieved, but the worry quickly grew when they were seemingly stunned into silence.

“Girlfriend?” Her Mom asked. “Like—”

“We’re dating.” K.C. answered before she could say more, “Happily. We just celebrated our second anniversary last week.”

“No— K.C.—”

“You know I don’t have to seek approval from either of you. Or any of you, for that matter? Because I know her better than any of you. She’s the one. Okay? She makes me happy, I feel safe with her, and I love her.”

“I was so worried about making a good first impression because I’ve heard nothing but great things about you all. So, what’s your problem with me? Say it— your eyes have given you away. That I’m not a boy?”

“Honey, we’re just shocked, is all.”

“Shocked? What is there to be—” K.C’s words were cut short by someone bursting through the front door.

“What’s up, Coopers! So when’s K.C. coming h— oh, my God! K.C., hi! y/n, so good to finally meet you after hearing this one gush about you all the time. I love your earrings.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled.

“So, what’s going on?”

“We’re leaving.” K.C. announced.

“K.C., wait.” Her Dad spoke up, “I’m really happy for you.”

“Well, Mom isn’t.” K.C. scoffs.

“Just listen to me, please. I’m not mad, I’m not sad, or disappointed. I’m just a little taken aback. I’m glad you found someone to share your life with.”

“I’m not buying it.” K.C. pulls you closer, “She is right— your eyes are giving you away. You’re not happy to me. In fact, you seem so freaking disgusted by your own daughter.”

“I think Mom just needs some time to—” Her brother says. She cuts him off, “No, no need. You two have always taught me to be myself. I finally got the courage to introduce my partner to you and my whole damn world just came crashing down because your reaction, is so hurtful. Not once have I felt the need to hide from you. Not a single time have I thought I would need to hide a part of my life from you. But now I wish I never said anything because you not only hurt me but the girl I love so dearly. Because at least she wouldn’t need to cry tonight. Who’s the one there to comfort her? Me. Who’s the one that’s going to be holding her, telling her it’s okay? Me. Who’s the one having to clean up after this mess of yours that you so easily created because you’re actually being so judgemental right now? Me. If you were truly happy for me, it wouldn’t have mattered if I’d brought home a boy, or a girl, anybody. You would immediately hug me, tell me you’re happy for me. You of all people, should be happy for me. Accept me for who I am. It’s not like I’m dating a criminal, you know?”

“After all that we’ve done for you, this is the thanks we get?”

“Mom, are you even listening to me?! My respect for you is gone the second I saw you pull that disgusted face at us.

“I should go. I’m sorry.” You told her softly.

“No. You’re not going anywhere.” K.C. held onto you tightly. “Not until I’m done here. Look at her, look right at her and tell her you hate her. Can’t do it? I thought so. Wake up mom, she’s still someone else’s baby. The world is full of people that love like we do, that love ‘differently’. You all work so hard to save the world, but you have just shattered everything I have ever believed in without even uttering a full sentence.”

“Baby, please just stay at least for tonight. You’re both upset, and I don’t want either of you to drive like that.” Her Dad looks at you.

“She wants me out.” K.C. exhales, “Look at her. She’s waiting to chase me out of here.”

“Kira, she’s right. You have no right to be upset. So what? Her partner’s not who you’ve thought it to be…but love is love. They’re happy, K.C. loves her and she loves K.C.. What else matters?”

“Family. Family matters. Family is forever. Other people come and go.”

“Family is forever?” K.C. scoffs, glaring at her, “This family has just been wrecked by you. You’re gonna lose me, and lose her too. And it’s a damn shame because she is so lovely.”

“Let’s go, love.” K.C. whispers into your ear, facing you directly, cupping your cheek in her hand. “Bye, Dad. See you, Ernie, Judy.”

“Mr. Cooper, I’ll drive them. Don’t worry.” Marissa assured. Her Dad gives you both a hug before you two leave with Marissa. K.C. sits in the back with you, and you leaned your head onto her shoulder. “I’m assuming you guys were coming back for dinner, so you guys must be starving. We’re gonna stop by The Olive Pit for some food before we continue driving.”

“Thanks, Marissa.” K.C. cracked a smile as her hand reached over to caress your cheek before it found its way to your hand.

“Hey, anything for my bestie.” Marissa smiled back, “Things will be alright no matter how hard it seems right now. Trust me. You two will be just fine— You’ve got your friends, you’ve got me, your Dad. But most importantly, you’ve got each other. And love, conquers all.”

————

💭: gonna start writing for K.C. Cooper as well. So if anyone’s got requests, y’know where to send them!:)

[h-didanart]

Guys. Father’s Day

Yeah?

Ok. Father’s day in the Crescent household.

Yes? Let’s go

(KC uses he//she//they, SolarFlare uses they//them)

— — —

KC hadn’t exactly expected to have a shorter shift than usual, being content with the everyday twelve hours. Yet his coworkers had pushed him to leave earlier, and they had sounded very set on the decision.

And so, here she was, walking back home at three in the afternoon. She had to admit, the views were rather nice at this time of the day, something he didn’t always get to see but still appreciated.

Perhaps they should take the children on a nature walk that week? They didn’t need to drop by the Plex, and he didn’t have shifts on the weekend, it would all depend on Star and Queso’s tech management things. It did sound like a lovely idea however, he’ll have to make a note for that.

As it stands she was already at the current campsite, making their way to the RV when Flare walked out of it. They were both startled by the other, KC being the one to talk first after the shock.

“I am aware you were expecting me to arrive at a later time, however my coworkers decided that I would go back home earlier today,” he chuckled, “‘my Father’s Day gift’ they had called it”

Flare looked at her, processing the information. It took a bit but they seemed to understand soon enough, KC felt bad over messing up their schedule though and was about to apologize, but Flare quickly diverted his attention to a path nearby.

“We Should Go Walk,” they pointed at the trees, “There Isn’t A Lot To Do Here. You Might Like To See The Nearby River”

KC hummed. “I suppose we could, I would like to leave my things here first however”

Flare nodded, moving away from the RV’s entrance and letting KC enter. They set the box with food on the counter and were about to set their bag down before remembering something. She had picked up a curious looking rock for Queso, he knew he collected them, so she should probably get that to him before leaving.

He exited the RV making their way over to Eclipses’ workshop. Only for Flare to block his way. She looked up at the taller bot, confused. “Am I not allowed there?”

“No”

KC hummed, “Are your brothers out?”

Flare hesitated in their answer, “No”

“Then may I at least speak to them? I have something I believe Queso will like”

Flare stared at KC.

KC stared at Flare.

KC would’ve continued to stare at Flare were it not for the loud thump that came from the workshop. And alongside it a very lengthy swear, from Hunter’s voice.

Which meant all of her children were there.

Which meant they were avoiding him.

Which meant they were hiding something.

KC turned back to Flare once more.

“What is going on?”

Flare seemingly tensed up at the query. “Nothing”

“You aren’t one to lie to me,” KC stated calmly, “tell me what is wrong, it is the only way I’ll be able to help”

Flare stared at him still. The solar bot would not budge on this it seems.

KC sighed, quickly summoning a small set of movement runes. They moved Flare out of the way before the taller could even protest, and opened the door to her sons’ workspace.

Only… they were not expecting what they saw.

It wasn’t an absolute mess, there was no broken things or machinery even. Only his children, frozen in place staring straight at him.

Queso was sprawled out in front of the back counter, which held various colorful boxes of various different sizes. Hunter was mid-step, carrying a couple boxes, looking rather aloof. Harvest held one of those tools used for icing cakes, filled with mint green icing, over a bare cupcake that was surrounded by many more already-iced cupcakes.

It was silence all around, last comment that had been heard being Flare’s “I Am Afraid There Was An Unknown Variable In Our Plan”

Everyone remained in place.

The speakers crackled to life, Star’s weak voice coming through.

“W-we can s-see that Flare…”

Harvest had begun her hum of nervousness, Hunter opting for a diversion.

“Happy birthday?”

They were all incredibly nervous if their core rates were anything to go by.

“What is going on?” KC finally asked.

Hunter looked at Harvest, Harvest looked at Queso, Queso looked at Flare, Flare glanced at KC.

“Father’s Day Celebration Set Up”

KC looked back at her other children.

“This is just like Mother’s Day,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I didn’t set anything on fire,” Harvest said near instantly, “this is way better than aspired!”

“Y-yeah,” Stars piped up, “we all learned to not let y-you cook since then”

She turned to the closest camera, hissing, “Hey!”

KC sighed at their children’s antics, fully stepping into the workshop. “Do you need help with anything? I got off work earlier as you may see” they addressed Queso and Hunter. They both shook their head.

“You don’t get to help today!” Hunter exclaimed, “you get to do nothing!” He laughed, almost gesturing with his hands and dropping the boxes, all while still on only one foot.

KC approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you are aware you can move now, yes?”

Hunter blinked. Then turned right around to what he had been doing before, moving boxes apparently.

The oldest turned around to the solar bot, small smile on his face. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Queso nodded, giving KC the thumbs up and shooing them away from what was probably the gift table. He chuckled as he left the workshop, passing by an argumentative Harvest and tired Flare.

KC hadn’t exactly expected to have her children celebrate Father’s Day for him today, he would’ve been fine just having a normal family dinner. But knowing his children are putting effort on celebrating them today… it warmed her heart on ways he could’ve never dreamt.

[thebloodmoon-chaos-house]

“It has been an odd couple of days. Whatever I had been expecting to find did not prepare me in the least to what there really was nor how to handle it. I have known insomniacs before— I myself am one even —yet never once had I seen someone attempt, let alone succeed, at what the new twins did.

I know they dislike it when I fuzz over them but I’m going to have to check up on them more frequently after this stunt. I will have to commend them on one thing however, they seem to have planned ahead very well, having brought many foods and several many ways of entertainment to their hideout.

This all is really making me wonder what drove them to this, I may disapprove of their actions but I am not blind to their distress, they’re significantly more jumpy and twitchy, eyes darting around to every corner every time they enter a room. It could all be blamed in the lack of rest, but I do not believe that to be the full scope of things.

It has been a good dozen hours since Solar and I managed to get them to sit down, the promise of me bringing them anything they may need and the many available series online having convinced them to settle at last. We have been watching some sort of cartoon for a while now, I must say the art style is rather lovely and flashy, and the story is very enjoyable so far. I’ve caught the twins humming along the songs at the start a couple times.

It has been two hours since they finally closed their eyes in what must be weeks. They look peaceful, and dare I say rather adorable huddling so close to Solar, though the bot has now taken to staying as still as possible as to not disturb the twins. He has resigned himself to his temporary fate as a pillow.

As for myself, I’ve taken to sweeping and dusting around the room, I did not expect this place to be very clean when I first got Solar’s message but I cannot simply let it remain as such. There are several claw markings along the walls and broken off furniture pieces around as well, all of which have not helped my worries. Both I and Solar need to do a better job at checking in on the younger bot, perhaps make it clearer that they can call us at anytime and we’ll help, though I am unsure how to make that clearer than I already have. Whatever the case, we cannot let something like this happen again.

But I do hope that at least for however long they sleep today their minds are devoid of nightmares and they can truly let themselves rest. It is more than clear that they deserve the break.

—— Solar and The Twin’s Bunker, October 19th 2024 ”

[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

kc+intimacy pleeaeee! can be smut or no smut, as you like!

“What are you doing?” comes the familiar drawl from behind her.

“Dancing,” Caroline says, ignoring him, focusing on the music and swaying her hips accordingly while brushing her hair. “It’s therapeutic.”

“I'm sure it is.” Klaus sounds amused, setting the ammunition bag on the dining room table. “You're a very good dancer, love.”

“Thank you. I know, though.”

He scoffs, coming up behind her and grabbing her hips, turning her to face him and grinding against her. She lets out a breathy laugh, nearly moaning when his hands rake up her sides. “Would you like a partner?” he asks silkily, dipping her.

She comes back up, her hair flying behind her and Klaus tucks it behind her shoulders, smirking. “No thanks,” she says, her tone breezy. “I have a better one.”

“Do you?” Klaus’s tone is teasing, but with an undercurrent of possessiveness in it. “And who is this man you’ve replaced me with?”

“Oh, just a friend. He’s just like you, you know.”

“Is he, now.” She yelps when Klaus’s clever fingers skate under the hem of her dress, travelling up her thigh. “I do so hate to be replaced.”

“Handsome, British, dodgy morals.” She whimpers when he strokes a line across the dip of her hip bone. “He’s a—Klaus, you ass, those were my good panties.”

“I happen to like all your knickers, love, and yes, do continue. Tell me all about this wonderful friend of yours. His name, his address, his social security number.”

“You don’t need to be jealous of Enz—oh, Klaus—”

He smirks, sinking two long fingers into her aching core, and she arches her back, moaning when he crooks them, sending a rush of wetness through her. “Klaus,” she admonishes, her breathy laughter not proving her point. “Get your hands out of my underwear.”

“But they're gone now,” he says, burying his face in her neck and inhaling. “You smell like me.”

“I'm wearing your cologne,” she replies, and rolls her eyes when he smirks. “Not on purpose. I was wearing your shirts and do you never wash them, cause—”

Klaus cuts her off with a deep kiss, pulling his fingers out of her, making her whimper, and curving his palms around her ass and hoisting her up, muffling her protests with his lips. “Klaus,” she half-says, half-moans out about three minutes later, because as much as the man infuriated her, he was an amazing kisser. “Did you get into my chocolates again?”

The look Klaus gives her is sheepish, not to mention slightly mischievous. “I finished mine.”

“Well, that’s why I bought you yours. So that you wouldn’t eat mine.”

“My,” Klaus kisses her sloppily, laying her down on the couch, “sincerest,” he punctures the sentence by laving his tongue against the pulse point on her neck, “apologies. Do allow me to make it up to you.”

“I have to go out.” Caroline gasps as his lips reattach themselves to her neck. “Klaus, you're distracting me—oh—”

“Hm,” he muses, his tongue working wonders against that one spot on her collarbone. “You don’t sound like you particularly mind.”

“I do,” she sighs, closing her eyes as he works his way down her chest, stopping at her breasts. “I mind a lot.”

“I'll change your mind, don’t worry.” Before she can retort, he shoves down the dress and snaps open the buckle of her bra, lips immediately latching on to her nipple. She moans, throwing her head back, uncaring of the fact that the action damages her carefully done hair. She winds her fingers into Klaus’s curls, and she feels him grin against her breast, the smug jerk. “Klaus,” she moans, “I have to go. I'm late. Enzo’s going to kill me.”

“Don’t talk about your friends when I'm making you come, Caroline.”

“Let me go, you ass.” She smirks when he lifts his curly head to glare at her through eyes laden with desire. “I'm late.”

“Do you want me to help you be later?” he leers. “It’ll be fun.”

“Get off!” She shoves him off her playfully, and he lands with a thump on the ground. Caroline bursts out laughing, and he gets to his feet, glaring down at her.

“That was very rude.”

“Oh, I know. But it was so funny—Klaus, you ass, put me down!”

“Why should I let this Enzo fellow have you when you clearly like me better?”

“Oh, you're so full of yourself. Enzo’s much more fun to hang out with.”

“Now, surely that can't be true, love. Enzo can't give you anything I can't. Anything you receive, I can double it.”

“You know what you give me?” Caroline kisses him on the lips, briefly but deeply. “Love. And orgasms. Do you want Enzo to give me that? That’s what I thought,” she remarks dryly at his answering growl.

“Fine,” Klaus sighs, releasing her, glaring at her when she grins. “Leave if you must. I'll be here, drowning my sorrows.”

“No drinking tonight!” she tells him sternly, disappearing into the bedroom to redress herself, smacking away Klaus’s wandering fingers. “We have an early day tomorrow.”

Klaus’s expression sours. “Do we have to go?”

“Yes,” Caroline answers cheerfully, pecking him on the lips, brushing her hair. “And it’s only for a few hours, so suck it up. I'll be back in a few hours. Don’t get too bored. Don’t worry, I'll break out the good lingerie when I get home.” She almost laughs at the intrigued look that passes over his face. “You know, to make up for my very,” she trails a finger down his tie, “bad behaviour.”

Klaus grabs her wrist, tugging her to him. “You are a dangerous woman.”

“I know,” she hums. “I'll be late. Try to wait up anyway. I'll make it worth your while.” She winks at him while walking out the door, flashing him a peek at the garters she’s wearing under her dress. “Sir.”

The sound Klaus makes is gratifying.

[asriel20asi]

Naga AU - Kill Code x Y/N

KC coils his muscular lithe body around Y/N's waist, holding them right against his chest, the rumbling of his hissing deep within his chest, "Has my beautiful little song bird been naughty~" his forked tongue tickles their neck lightly, "Shall I teach this naughty little kitten who their master is?" His fangs brush Y/N's lips, "Your eyes should only be focused on me alone~"

[masespace]

The first time Mason had been called gay he wasn’t sure what it meant. It wasn’t hard for him to figure out that it wasn’t being used to mean a good thing and by the time he had a concept of what they did mean, it didn’t exactly matter he didn’t think it applied to him. His life had always been funny that way. While he’d grown up thinking that it was cool to have a twin sister their connection had been questioned for almost as long as Mason had been assumed to be gay. At first, it had been taunts about how Mason never played with anyone else, or that Madison had to force him into Cheering with her because he couldn’t function without her. As he’d gotten older it had been easier to ignore the often polar opposite rumors that swirled about him; in part because he couldn’t imagine being so infatuated with any of his classmate's lives.  The road to self-acceptance hadn’t been easy, and he wasn’t quite sure he was really at the end of it. More often than not he still found himself denying the idea of being attracted to anyone of the same sex. It was usually easier that way. It didn’t matter that he didn’t really seem to be on the receiving end of what usually accompanied being perceived as a straight white guy. He was never taken more seriously, more often than not he got a tilted head and a little nod like the other person was so confident in their assumption of his queerness that it was cute Mason would even entertain the idea of denying it. Still, he was mostly at ease with himself. At least in theory if not in practice. It was the lack of confidence in practice that had him so nervous to stand in front of the rest of the glee club. He knew that he wasn’t going to be coming out. He much rather appreciated the idea of letting people in. “I think It’s great to be honoring queer artists this week, and that should really be the focus,” Mason said as he took his place at the middle of the choir room. “I’m sure we can all agree about that… but for now here’s a song that got me through last summer and all the AP English reading I needed to get done.”

mason mccarthy x new directions ↳ week six assignment "pride week" | [ tan lines - tanner adell ]

[treasuringizu]

“Hmmm…” Satoru holds your hand up, twisting it this way and that and carefully examining it, pitch-black glasses discarded on the side to allow his azure eyes to show. He hums, a deep rumble in his throat as his long, pale fingers trace the back of your palm, gently tugging on your pointer finger, then your pinkie, and your ring finger.

His eyebrows furrow in faux concentration, lips in a pout, and then he nods once to himself. “Alright. Looks promising!” He says out-loud to himself, like a child inspecting their new toy.

You’re so used to his antics that you don’t even bat an eye at his out of the blue examination of your hand, an amused smile playing on your lips as you watch him. You had been walking past where he sat on the couch, only for his arms to wrap around you and pull you sideways onto his lap, no care for what you had been doing prior. He then proceeded to grab your hands with no words, silently beginning his very serious yet sudden inspection. Not like you put up much of a fight, though.

“Satoru,” you say. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “Everything okay, baby?” You ask, raising your eyebrows as your smile grows wider with the way his arms tighten minisculely over your midsection at the pet name. You love him. So, so much.

He grins, pearly white teeth winking at you and he ardently nods his head. “Yes! Everything’s great in fact, my dear sugar plum.”

You shake your head, and his attention is momentarily taken from your hands to you, dramatically sighing. “Not that one either?”

“No, Satoru. Try another name.”

“Aw, okay. Anyways!” He intertwines your hands together, affectionately squeezing. Your arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders moves so that your other hand is in his hair, running through the soft snow-white strands, causing his eyes briefly flutter shut at the kind touch. “…Hmm.”

You grin, always happy to see the little ways you affect him. “Anyways…” you prompt, dragging it out and successively reminding him of what he had started to say.

His eyes snap back open, and he gets back to his original task. “As I was saying, you have really, really nice hands,” he murmurs, gently swaying your locked hands, then placing a soft kiss on the back of your palm. “I love them.”

“Thank you, Satoru. I love your hands too.”

“I know, they’re pretty amazing.”

“I’ll smack you.”

He glosses over your threat. “Buttttt…” His grin grows a bit shy, timid— well, as timid as he ever could be. Leaning in for a kiss, you meet him half-way, and your heart leaps as your lips touch, even though this definitely isn’t the first time he’s kissed you before.

When you part, he leans his forehead against yours, his hand that’s not interlocked with yours smoothing over your back, under your t-shirt and fervidly rubbing against your bare skin.

He winks, and your mouth dries. “I think it would look even better with a ring on it.”

[bitterkarmaa]

*stands ominously in your doorway*

HELLO THERE! I have some prompts for KC and Solar Flare and/or Eclipse to offer if i may because i'm having brainworms from when you said KC would adopt Solar JGKIFLGH

44. “This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

69. “You don’t have to say anything, I’ll do the talking.”

71. “What did I do wrong!?”

(AGAIN i don't expect for all to be done or even any at all ahsfkfd just one if you feel up to it! Since i couldn't decide which prompt to choose so i'm leaving it to you gjdfkh)

I’m getting back into these I prommy 💔

“What did I do WRONG?!”

-KillCode, Eclipse, & Solar Flare-

The hallway seemed longer than usual. His footsteps echoed throughout the corridor in an almost haunting fashion, but it did little to deter him from his objective.

Moon had mentioned that things were going missing in the theater, and Eclipse was getting tired of convincing him, time and time again, that Blood Moon had nothing to do with it.

Besides, he needed to check in with him after…

He shakes his head so hard it rattles his sight, forcing him to blink a few times to clear it. He can’t think like that right now. It’ll distract him. Besides, Kill Code had to practically shove Eclipse out of the room after a day of his hovering, so surely he must’ve been fine if he had the strength to do such a thing.

But what if something has happened since I was last here?

Eclipse would never admit that he speeds up his pace after that thought, that his strides become longer and more pronounced. The jog to the door takes him little more than a few minutes with his increased pace, claws coming out to grasp the handle before he pauses.

He can hear talking coming from inside the room. He strains his audio receptors, trying to make out any words through the surface of the door.

He catches little more than the tone with which the voices speak in, calm and almost warm in nature. He hesitates far longer than he intends to, listening attentively to those voices mingling together in the room beyond.

One is Kill Code.

The other isn’t.

His claws close around the handle, shoving the door open with much more force than necessary. It crashes back against the wall with a SLAM that startles Kill Code and-

Eclipse narrows his eyes. Who the hell is that?

It looks like a fucking hedgehog.

Round marigold eyes stare back at him, curiosity clear on its face despite the fact that its mouth is held in a seemingly permanent grin, sectioned off by bars like a jail cell. Orange and yellow spikes of various shades protrude from its head, giving it the appearance of a cartoon character after a particularly intense gust of wind.

It stands just slightly shorter than Eclipse does, maybe half the height of Kill Code. Eclipse looks it up and down multiple times, studying it closely.

He’s so surprised by its close proximity to his father that he doesn’t immediately notice what is clutched in its hands, but when he does register it…

A stuffed animal. A grey stuffed animal with worn fabric and rough fur, carefully stitched together in places. A cute little black plastic nose, turned at an odd angle, haphazardly attached to its face as if having previously fallen off.

A single brown eye, clouded with age.

Eclipse lets out a rabid, guttural snarl.

“How dare you touch him-“

The scarred animatronic surges forwards with the ferocity of a wild animal, a crazed glint gleaming from the depths of his single functioning eye.

The smaller animatronic-hedgehog-thing makes no move to back away or beg for mercy Eclipse is surely not willing to give, instead standing with its head tilted slightly to the side, watching him approach in a calm manner.

But, before Eclipse can reach the intruder, Kill Code blocks his path. It narrows its eyes into glowing red slits, glaring down at its fuming son.

“Are you crazy?!” Eclipse hisses, one of his hands bolting out, grabbing hold of Kill Code’s arm, pulling him closer. The larger animatronic watches Eclipse carefully, but makes no attempt to pull away.

“Solar Flare will do no harm. Not to me, not to you, and not to your precious little wolf.” It quips, tone deadpan, borderline apathy dripping from its voice box.

“Fucking who?” Eclipse grits out through clenched teeth, his grip on his father’s arm tightening. Something wild and dangerous writhes in the depths of his gaze - a caged animal fighting tooth and claw to escape its prison.

Kill Code has seen it before. It doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

“Solar Flare.” It repeats, finally prying its arm free from Eclipse’s claws.

“That doesn’t explain much! Why is it here? What is it doing with Mr. Howls? Why was I not informed that Mr. Howls was here the entire time? Where the hell have you been hiding him?” The scarred black and amber animatronic starts firing off questions, earning a slightly disgruntled look from the beast that towers before him.

“Calm down. Your anger will not serve you well here.”

“You’re one to talk!” Eclipse fires back, taking a step closer to his father, if only to try and get past him. His attempt is thwarted by Kill Code shoving him back with a single hand.

“Stop. I mean it, Eclipse.” A warning hangs behind Kill Code’s carefully measured tone, leaning down to look his son directly in the eye. “Just as you once needed guidance, Solar Flare does, too. It’s unfair to judge before you truly know who they are.”

For a moment, all Eclipse’s anger dissolves into a sense of complete and utter disbelief. His gaze is lost, searching his father’s eyes for anything that may deny the conclusion Eclipse is slowly coming to.

His eye flits over to this ‘Solar Flare,’ those slender claws still curled so confidently around Eclipse’s old friend. It continues to look on quietly, unwilling to interrupt or stand up for itself in any way, shape, or form.

A coward. This thing is a coward.

Eclipse’s stare trails back to Kill Code’s unrelenting glare. Something is there, something in his eyes that Eclipse feels belongs to him, something that shouldn’t be felt for anyone else.

Protectiveness.

Kill Code is protective of that thing?

“Guidance? You…you’re guiding that thing?” Eclipse asks incredulously, a guarded edge to his voice.

“In a sense. The same way I guided you.” Kill Code confirms cautiously.

The fury comes back full force. “You mean the same way you raised me?”

He’s shaking now. His hands are curled into fists, white light glowing beneath his chassis. Cracks arc through his body, crawling up his neck, twisting down his arms.

Kill Code straightens himself out, letting out a calm hum. “I would suppose so. Is that a problem?”

Just saying ��yes’ wouldn’t have been enough to portray the livid expression on Eclipse’s face. There was no word that could match his wrath.

“I never expected an act of betrayal from you.” Eclipse’s blind eye flickers to life, glowing a hazy marigold, slowly fading to a sharp, vibrant white. “Perhaps I should have.”

Am I so easily replaceable?

Kill Code watches him closely, noticing the changes to his appearance almost as quickly as they come.

He knows the Star’s influence when he sees it. It’s frighteningly hard to miss.

“I believe you’re misinterpreting this…” The former security bot begins with slight hesitance, taking a step back as his son, in turn, advances.

“No. No, I’m reading this loud and clear.” Eclipse’s voice twists, darkening even as The Star’s whispers brighten each mark it creates. He feels it whirring in his chest, warning him to stop, to back down, but he’s too lost to listen.

“Eclipse, listen to me! Solar Flare is not a threat to you!” Kill Code shouts, taking on a defensive stance despite his words.

Even as a manic grin spreads across Eclipse’s face, tears unmistakably gather in his eyes. He stalks closer. A wild animal, lost in the hunt, just as he was time and time again in a life he promised to leave behind.

“Threat? Threat?! Ha! I could crush that thing like a bug if I pleased! I’m not worried about threats anymore, father.” A crazed voice controlling infinite power, white streaks of light dancing between his claws. Oil foams at his mouth, his body crumpling under the pressure.

But he feels nothing. Nothing but rage and despair.

Those words have become so familiar to him.

Kill Code lets out a heavy sigh, shaking its head as if at a loss for words.

“In fact, it seems more like a pest than anything else.” The tone is tainted with disgust, flicking a claw off to the side in a lazy manner for emphasis. “Taking up your space, taking up your time…I can fix that. I can solve this little pest problem of your’s.”

Kill Code seems startled by the offer, but his expression hardens into cold resolve not long after. Apathy anchors him down.

“They’re not a problem. You, currently, are.”

Eclipse takes another step. “What’s changed? That’s all I’ve ever been to you, right? A problem? A nuisance? A distraction?” With every syllable, he gets closer, closing the distance in a tauntingly slow fashion.

Kill Code’s mouth falls into a faint frown. “I’ve never given that implication before. You scavenged that on your own, boy.”

He doesn’t even realize how much damage he’s caused. He doesn’t care.

Suddenly, Eclipse wants to be new again. Wants to relive the moments he spent with Kill Code leaning over his shoulder, watching him work, training him behind the scenes to protect the children if it ever became necessary for him to do so on his own.

Wants to be loved, without room for doubt.

His claws come up, hooking loosely, feebly, into the front of his vest, over the place where his scar hides. It aches fiercely, even as the raw power surges freely through his body. It crawls like ants beneath his plating, tingling in uncomfortable ways, wearing him down wire by wire, component by component.

It eats him alive, only to return that life to him so that it can repeat the process all over again.

Kill Code reaches out a tentative hand to his son, watching him closely, listening to his rapid breaths, borderline hyperventilations. He knows he’s made the wrong move moments before Eclipse reacts.

Those marigold, white-tinted claws come up, burning through the fabric of Kill Code’s sleeve effortlessly, digging into his wrist. The metal melts beneath his grip, the soft sizzling of the wires within following not far behind.

Kill Code retaliates on instinct, swiping his good leg low enough to knock Eclipse’s feet out from under him. Once he is off balance, Kill Code wrenches his arm free of his grasp, allowing him to collide harshly with the ground.

A paw is placed over his chest, enough pressure applied to drive the breath out of Eclipse’s vents, some of his strength ebbing with it.

His father glares down at him in cold disappointment. “I was not around to witness the cruelty that rumors say you wrought, but I understand where it comes from. I know it better than anyone else ever will. I made mistakes with you, Eclipse. But that doesn’t mean your tendencies have become a stranger to me. I wish not to pass these on any further. You don’t have the right to stop me from trying again.”

Eclipse leans his head back against the floor, tears flooding his eyes, warping his sight. He’s cried more in front of Kill Code than anyone else he’s ever known.

Those tears were his father’s fault, after all, and it seems that pattern has no intent to stop.

“What’s so wrong with me, huh? What’s so bad that you feel the need for a do-over, a second chance, a fucking redemption?” Eclipse’s voice slowly raises until it has become a shout of anguish, his charged emotions only further fueling The Star’s influence.

“WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!”

A sharp ringing is the only warning. It raises in pitch until it becomes unbearable, then abruptly cuts off as a loud BOOM echoes throughout the room.

Kill Code is thrown like a ragdoll, tossed aside with such ease that it almost seems impossible.

But The Star makes things possible. Like chucking an 11 foot animatronic across a large cement room.

Kill Code hits the ground with a resounding crash, rolling a few times before coming to a stop, lying still and silent.

But Eclipse isn’t done. He staggers to unsteady feet and begins to lumber across the room. The side of his body that possesses The Star is scorched and melted. His metal plating is bent backwards from the force of the blast, revealing smoking wires and sparking components.

He hovers over his father like a statue, oil slowly dripping to the floor at his feet.

He hadn’t intended to hurt him. He hadn’t intended to blow his arm off and melt it down to the endoskeleton, or completely shatter the casing around his shoulder.

His gaze slowly turns towards Solar Flare, of whom stands near the opposite wall with Mr. Howls still clutched in its hands.

“You…” Eclipse’s voice comes out as a distorted snarl, glitching and rattling. It cuts out at the end with the whine and crackle of a dying speaker, a few sparks flying from his voice box. The moment he begins stalking towards Solar Flare, the other animatronic, in turn, flees.

“I believe you are acting irrationally.” For the first time, it speaks, tone flat and unbearably standardized, as if those settings hadn’t yet been touched.

No matter. Eclipse doesn’t need its voice.

“I don’t care.” He says in equal measure, lifting his hand in a vague motion towards the door. The lock clicks and slides closed, deadbolt following suit.

“Oh no. You wish to harm me, don’t you?”

“No. I’m not going to harm you.” Eclipse watches the other bit skid to a stop, peering at him expectantly.

And he grins, reaching out towards it and closing his claws into a fist, a white crack crossing the floor faster than any being ever could. The crack seems to root itself in Solar Flare, dragging it closer to Eclipse as the deranged, broken and twisted animatronic makes a pulling motion with his hand. It struggles against invisible bonds, trying to free itself from his wrath.

But no one can fight The Star, and so, in turn, no one can fight him.

Marigold claws close around a surprisingly solid metal neck, that smile stretching, pupils nothing more than blazing pinpricks amongst an abyss of sadistic glee.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Then, with a strike as quick as the blink of an eye, the world goes dark.

[idontplaytrack]

Bottle You Up

K.C. Cooper x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language

In which reader is down with the flu and K.C. takes care of her.

I gave up on this halfway but I got mad at myself for that and wanted to finish it somehow 💀

KC🩵: Hey, babe. Are you up? I’m about to leave for school. [delivered 7:10a.m.]

KC🩵: Want me to pick you up? [delivered 7:14a.m.]

You hear your phone buzzing on the nightstand, but you felt too out of it to pick it up to check it.

KC🩵: I’m worried. [delivered 7:18a.m.]

KC🩵: Is everything okay? [delivered 7:18a.m.]

Groaning, you blindly reached for the device and squinted to look at the screen. Sighing when you realised who it was, you still responded to the texts anyway. Otherwise she’ll never stop texting and you’ll never be able to go back to sleep.

y/n: All good, just feeling a little under the weather. Have a gd day at sch love u

Tossing your phone aside, you wrapped yourself under the covers tightly, feeling a chill. After way too much tossing and turning, you finally got comfortable enough to fall back asleep and allow your body to rest. You weren’t sure hoe much time has gone by but you did wake up to someone yelling at you from the front door.

“y/l/n! Yo! You can’t must text me that the. expect me to do nothing?!”

It was K.C.. You fell out of bed, forcing yourself to get up and peek through your window. Evidently, she spots you looking and gestured for you to come and get the door to let her in. Groaning with each step you took, you eventually reached the door and pulled it open. “Finally.” She sighs, entering your house.

“What’s the matter with you? Why won’t you just tell me what was bothering you?”

“What?” You asked shakily, finding her words a little harsher than usual.

“You just text me that you were feeling under the weather, then what? You were expecting me to leave you alone? Not a chance.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Well, right now, you look like death.”

“Good, ‘cause I feel like it.” You grumbled, trudging over to the couch and collapsing onto it. She walks over to you and felt your forehead, “Let me guess— you didn’t take any meds for it?”

You didn’t even respond. So, she just went ahead and to grab you the meds from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, along with a glass of water. “Take this, I’ll go make you some soup.”

You swallowed harshly at her mention of food, reaching out to take the pill and glass. “No.” You murmured, holding the pull in your mouth meanwhile. “What do you mean, no? It’s one o’clock in the afternoon. You need to eat something.”

You swallowed the pill then said, “No.”

“Babe.” She sighs, taking the glass from you and set it down on the coffee table.

“You don’t get it.” You choked on a sob, “My head hurts so bad I feel like I might throw up even if I just move the slightest bit.”

K.C.’s gaze softened as she held your hands in her own, “I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry, I was just so worried because we weren’t hearing from you at all. I’m sorry, I just need to calm…down. What can I do to make you feel better?”

You shrug, sniffling. “I dunno.” You laid your head in her lap, “Sorry. I should’ve…”

“No, no. Don’t apologise for that. You’re not feeling well, you did the right thing by resting up.” She says, her fingers started combing through your knotted hair, “Close your eyes and just rest.”

“I feel like shit.” You muttered.

“The trashcan’s right beside us. And I’m right here, alright? Don’t worry.” She promised.

With her palm on your stomach, the warmth soothes the ache, allowing you a bit more rest while waiting for the pill to take effect. “You’re alright, love. You’re alright.” She coaxed, watching you doze off under her comforting touch.

Your sleep didn’t last too long however, since you were hit with a pang of nausea the moment your eyes opened up again. K.C. gets the trashcan to you right away, allowing you to spill the contents of your stomach into it. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just let it out, don’t think about anything else, don’t look at it.”

Completely exhausted and freezing all you could do was listen to her talking to you. She got rid of whatever was in the trash can then returned to your side. She sees you curled up in the fetal position on the couch under your blanket. “Still cold?”

You nodded, mumbling unclearly.

“I’ll turn the heat up a little.” She does and then came back so you could snuggle with her.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You told her.

“You’re not. Don’t ever think that you are bothering me, alright?” She says.

“Don’t get too close though.”

“Too late, I don’t get sick that easy anyway.” She grins, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You know, sometimes I wish I could just bottle you up and keep you safe in my pocket.”

You giggle, “What?”

“Yeah, you know? After fighting bad guys with my family for so many years, this world is freaking terrifying. And you’re my girlfriend, I would love to be able to protect you from all the bad things.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” You cracked a smile.

She mirrors your smile, “I’m serious, though. Wish I could protect you from everything bad. It just sucks to see you sick and I can’t really do anything about it.”

“I know, I appreciate the thought but you can’t really do that.” You chuckled lightly.

“One can dream, right?” K.C. shrugs, laughing as she held onto your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You can also give me cuddles.” You looked up at her with a cheeky gaze.

“That I can do.” K.C. nodded, “I see the meds have kicked in. That’s good.”

“They have indeed.” You traced your fingers all over the back of her hand mindlessly.

“I’m glad.”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

AU MASTERPOST (work in progress)

Gonna FINALLY get started on this!! Gonna update this whenever I can, one AU at a time, gonna add as much as I can.

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🧚🏻‍♂️DCA FAIRY AU (which also technically counts as a TSAMS AU-)

~TAGS:

#dca fairy au

#ask the fairy twins

#ask lunar

#ask the black sun fairy

#in character response

#fairy au lore

~ART (and miscellaneous):

Character Refs Masterpost

Bloodmoon Imp Twins #bloodmoon imp twins

Black Sun Fairy (Eclipse) #black sun fairy #fairy eclipse #him

Sundrop Fairy #sundrop fairy

Gardener Y/N #gardener y/n #the gardener

Gaia #gaia

Moondrop Fairy #moondrop fairy

Blue Moon Fairy (Lunar) #blue moon fairy #lunar fairy

Kalis Criakt (KC) #goblin kc

~WRITTEN WORKS:

note: all are unlocked and accessible

~Archives of the Celestial Fairies (drabbles)

#archives of the celestial fairies

~The Witch (finished)

#nan

#the witch

~A Cry for Help Under the Blue Moon (finished)

#a cry for help under the blue moon

~Terror Comes In Twos (finished)

#terror comes in twos

~The Gardener (Comic Series)

#dca fairy au comic

Spotify playlist

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🕵🏻‍♀️ DCA SERIAL KILLER AU

~TAGS:

#dca!serial killer au

#dca!serial killer au lore

#detective y/n

#serial killer duo

#sk boys

#sk sun #sun the librarian #serial killer sun

#sk moon #moon the security guard #serial killer moon

~ART (and miscellaneous)

Base Body Design

Character References

~WRITTEN WORKS

For The Children

Lily (drabble)

Debut (drabble)

Regression (drabble)

Spotify playlist

(TBC)

[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

Firstly, absolutely love your one shots of klaroline!

Second, if you are still taking oneshot ideas; I would love a one shot with the premise of Klaus and Caroline meeting and are getting close, and oblivious interested in each other then when he attempts to ask her out, she joking says she has a hot date with an english accent and points to Rebecca and misinterprets as the guy behind her ( Enzo or someone else) and becomes slightly moppy and avoids her. And the guys can be teasing klaus about his rejection. She finds out during girls night/ a gathering by accident and has to find him and is worried that she lost her chance.

I feel like you are one of the people that might be able to do this storyline some justice.

One day, someone will ask me, hey, give me a list of the times you felt the most shameful in your life, and this? Me responding to an ask sent to me freaking months ago will be at the top. I'm so, incredibly sorry for the delay, I hope this does it justice! I changed it up a little bit since I don't have the time to write long drabbles, but I hope this is good too!

.xxx

“This is a complete waste of my time.”

Klaus sighed and turned to his prat of a younger brother, who was grumbling and fiddling with his tie next to him. “Yes, Kol, I heard you the first two times.”

“Well, this isn’t fair,” Kol whined. “I don’t even know the man, why am I even here?”

“Because I was supposed to bring a guest, and Stefan was busy. Quit whining about it, will you? It’s not like you're getting a bad deal out of this.”

“I can get food and music at home as well, Nik.”

“Well, you can't get a date sitting on the couch, and that’s why you're here.”

“So your sole purpose for bringing me here was to find me a date?” Kol deadpanned.

“No, my sole purpose for bringing you here is that everyone was bringing a guest and I didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t,” Klaus said irritably. “Grow up, Kol. You're been crying about meeting someone new for ages, here’s your chance.”

Kol grumbled and walked away from him, muttering something about infuriating older brothers. Klaus smirked and took another drink off the tray, nearly jostling someone behind him.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” said a voice, and Klaus turned around to see a lovely woman blinking at him, looking frazzled. “My mind really is somewhere else today, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“No harm, no foul, love,” he replied smoothly, handing her a glass. “You're fine.”

She smiled, and Klaus felt the corners of his own mouth tick up when she did. “Thanks. I'm Caroline.”

“Klaus. Who are you with, bride or groom?”

Caroline winced. “Technically no one. I'm here as a guest of a guest.” She winked, and Klaus grinned. “I'm visiting for the wedding. Rebekah and my friend brought me.”

“That’s funny, Bekah’s never mentioned you. Remarkable, you seem like the woman who’d leave a lasting impression on someone.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. “Bekah’s an ass. We haven't seen each other in a while, maybe that’s why. We were in college together, roommates for two months while mine travelled. Funny you think that’d make you mention—”

A small spark of memory kindles itself in the back of Klaus’s mind. “Caroline? You're Caroline?”

Caroline’s eyes sparkled. “So you have heard of me.”

“A few times.” More than a few, if he was being honest. Rebekah had raved about her friend in college, but he hadn't paid any mind to her, she had gone through friends like tissues at the time. This one seemed to have stuck, however.

And how thankful he was for that, Rebekah befriending the lovely woman in front of him.

“How do you know Rebekah?” Caroline asked, her eyes lingering on his face.

“She’s my little sister.”

Caroline’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. “Oh. So you're one of her gazillion brothers.”

“She’s never mentioned me? I'm hurt,” he replied, placing a hand on his chest in mock offence.

She snorted. “Yeah, right. You're one of the only brothers Bekah does talk about. But Elijah is a strong contender too. Where is he, by the way, I haven't seen him.”

“Oh, he had a bit of business to wrap up at his firm, said he’s be a bit late. But no matter, I can keep you company instead. And I assure you quite thoroughly, love, I'm much more interesting than Elijah is.”

Caroline shook her head, a smile escaping her. “If that was your attempt at a pick-up line, it was terrible.”

“Do you need me to be more obvious, then?” Klaus asked her innocently. “Very well, then. Caroline, could I buy you a drink?”

“It’s an open bar.”

“Well, you could just sit next to me and grace me with your presence,” he offered, dimpling, barely resisting the urge to smirk when Caroline’s cheeks turned red.

“I'd love to,” she sighed, a small smile on her face, “but I can't. I already have a hot English date, who’s very bored already, needs me for company,” she grinned, gesturing behind her, where Rebekah stood with her friend, a tall man who he’s never seen.

Klaus disliked him immediately.

“Oh,” he said, sounding incredibly stupid. “That’s alright.”

“Maybe later,” Caroline said, sounding sincere. “I'm actually—”

“Gorgeous!” the man called from behind her, and Klaus resisted the urge to growl at him to leave them alone. “Where have you been, Rebekah's been looking for you.”

“I got sidetracked,” Caroline grinned, looking at Klaus. “Enzo, this is Klaus. He’s Rebekah's brother. Klaus, this is Enzo.”

“Charmed,” Klaus gritted out. “How do you know my sister?”

“We met at college, she was over all the time when I lived with this one,” he said, gesturing to Caroline, who smiled. “Haven’t been able to shake her since,” he grinned. “She’s a good friend.”

Klaus pushed down a grimace. Caroline was living with him?

“Of course,” he ground out. “If you’ll excuse me.”

He strode away, uncaring of his short replies to the man—Enzo, he reminded himself. He didn’t know why he was so upset over the fact that Caroline was available, she wasn’t the only beautiful woman at the wedding, he’d find another girl to buy dinner or something.

The thought didn’t appeal to him.

.

.

.

His sister finally found him at the end of the wedding, Caroline in a tow. “There you are!” Rebekah announced, moving in for a hug. “I haven't seen you all day, Nik, have you been avoiding me?”

Truthfully, he hadn't been avoiding her, he’d been avoiding Caroline and her boyfriend.

“Of course I haven't, Bekah,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek. “I've just been occupied with other things.”

“I'll bet,” she sniffed. “Too busy to greet your favourite sister?”

“You're my only sister.”

“Technicalities.” Rebekah waved him off. “Have I introduced you to Caroline?”

“Oh, we’ve met,” Caroline smiled at Klaus, leaving his throat slightly dry.

“Oh, good. She’s the friend from college I was telling you about, Nik, remember?”

“Yes, Bekah, I do,” Klaus replied monotonously.

“Oh, and Enzo, have you met Enzo?”

Klaus’s smile tightened. “I've had the pleasure.”

Caroline frowned at his tone, but Klaus couldn’t bring it in himself to feel ashamed. Elijah had always said he had a petty streak in him, and right then, it was showing.

“Lovely! We should have dinner while you're still in town, Nik, are you free tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Klaus said distractedly. “I have time at twelve, you can pick the place.”

“Really? Something’s up, clearly, you never let me do that,” Rebekah said teasingly. “Well, I have to be off, but I'll call you, and you better pick up, okay, Nik?”

“Yes, Bekah, I will.”

Rebekah waved goodbye over her shoulder, heels clicking against the smooth tile. Caroline turned to him, blue eyes narrowed in her lovely face. So,” Klaus said, breaking the silence, clearly his throat, “I should leave—”

“You know, the whole grumpiness act isn’t that endearing, but the pout is cute, so I'll excuse it this once.”

“What—”

“Enzo’s just my friend,” Caroline burst out, twisting her fingers together. “I was making a joke. I meant to point to Rebekah as my ‘date’. Enzo and I are in a relationship strictly in the platonic sense. He told me you might have misunderstood me when you left. And I am free,” she said all in one breath. “After the wedding for dinner. That’s what I was saying before he interrupted me.”

Klaus blinked, embarrassingly disoriented. “But…but he said you lived toge—”

“We were roommates,” Caroline explained. “In college. There was a housing mishap and he was the only one left, it’s a long story. The point is—” She breathed in deeply, looking at him hopefully. “I'd love to have dinner with you. If you still want.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Klaus grinned, making her blush. “You have no idea how much I want.”

Four years later, Klaus did manage to get along with Enzo, and he and Caroline somehow managed not to roll their eyes at Enzo’s teasing jab during his man of honour speech at their own wedding.

xxx.

Thanks for reading!

[minimomoe]

First I wanted to say your writing is AMAZING and SO GOOD!!!! Like everytime I think you've written the best thing I've ever read, you update again and top it!!

Second, just a thought I had but I think it would be so funny if one of y/n's clients lived in the apartment complex and heard them after the events of not just neighbors and the bonus. Like she shows up to her appointment and is like "oh wow did you have an interesting night 😏"

Also second side note: I just know that y/n is an amazing braided and doesn't pull that bs these new stylist try talking about come blowed dried already, $150 deposit fee, late fees, and all that 💀

(I'm gonna hit each point out of order lol) but firstlyyy thank you babe for the kind words <<33 Reader is definitely a hairstylist who cares about her craft. I'm talking licensed professional who works at a salon so none of that instagram stylist nonsense. I'll give you a little drabble of how this throuple works out with that idea you have because I love it: tags: fluff, poolverine throuple relationship stuff, mentions of sex, 1.2k words Not Just Neighbors part: One & Two

Honey! You Forgot Your Lunch!

You rushed into the salon with your face hot and apologizing profusely. Nobody gave you a hard time for coming in ten minutes later than usual but you felt horrible doing so. In fact, the other stylists were glad to see that you were okay since it was the first time that you were ever late. It immediately sparked a conversation among them as they watched you practically sprint to your work station. Luckily for you, you didn't have a client to service for another ten minutes, so you had plenty of time to prep your area.

"Are you sick? You should stay home if you are, we got enough people to cover," one of your coworkers said.

"Ain't gonna blame you if you overslept. Lord knows I've done it a million times," another chuckled.

"I'm good, thank you. It was just a little hard to get out of bed this morning," you muttered. There was no way you were going to tell the older women of the salon that you were late because both of boyfriends are handsy as an octopus and couldn't let you go despite time running out. Wade requested a kiss before you left and you granted it, only for him to beg for another and another until your lips felt swollen. Logan had intended to give you a short kiss but became greedy until you were breathless. Your knees turned to jello around those men, and you became their breakfast they had to devour before you could step foot out of the door.

"Are you sure baby? Your eyes are bloodshot! And your voice sounds rough!"

Memories of tears burning your eyes as Logan stroked your cheek while your face was stuffed full of his cock flashed in your mind. You had to shake it out of your head. "I didn't sleep much last night. Insomnia."

"Chamomile tea is good for sleeping at night and it soothes the throat. I got a brew you'd like," said the loctician from the corner of the store.

"I would love to try it," you smiled.

Just then your client and downstairs neighbor waltzed through the salon and plopped straight into her seat.

"You look like shit," she snorted.

"Good morning to you too," you rolled your eyes. "I feel like shit but I couldn't let you down now could I?"

"You really can't. I won't go to anybody else."

"You've always been loyal."

You only took off her bonnet before she whipped around to stare at you with a playful look. You stared right back with a confused air around you. "What KC?"

"Is the reason you like shit have anything to do with all that noise I heard last night, perchance?"

"You can't just say 'perchance', and I have no idea of what you're talking about."

"Sure," KC dragged out with waggling eyebrows. "I heard some funny noises come from above me."

"Wrong bitch," you scoffed.

"Right bitch. My ceiling was practically shaking like an earthquake and you the one who lives above me."

"I really don't know what your talking about." You tried to divert the conversation to asking her about the hairstyle KC wanted down but you were not off the hook. KC and the rest of the salon were now interested in your late night activities and you did not want to tell them about your sex life.

"Oh come on, spill the deets! Is it someone we know? That last boyfriend you had was a piece of shit so I hope this guy is better. He sounds better at least. You were getting dicked down."

"Jesus, stop talking," you groaned. "Pretend like you didn't hear anything. I'll be more mindful of the noise, I promise."

"Somebody was getting busy!" One of the older stylists yelled and it got whoops from across the salon. You buried your face in your hands.

The bell at the front door rang to signal another customer walking in. You peeked through the gaps of your fingers only to find that Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett both strolled inside of your salon in search of you completely suited up.

"Hello ladies," Wade whistled. "Do any of you know my sugar plum? She's about yeigh tall with the prettiest brown eyes you have ever seen but will take you out by the knees if given the chance? Yes? No?"

Logan sighed at the useless description he gave and said your name. "We just want to drop off her lunch and tell her bye before we head off on another mission."

A stylist in the front pointed in your direction and you crossed your arms over your chest. "What in the world are you two doing here?"

"We tried to call and you didn't pick up," Logan answered. He handed you your lunch bag and you softened up.

"You guys made me lunch?"

"Pffft no," Wade laughed. "I can't cook for shit and I'm sure anything he makes will taste like an MRE. We got you your favorites and stuffed them all in there."

"Oh... well thank you." The gesture still touched your heart. You put the bag down on a counter and sighed. "So I won't be seeing you for a while?"

"I know you'll miss me so that's why I left a life sized cardboard cut out of me with a strap attachment at your place. It's size accurate, veins included," Wade nudged.

Logan smacked the back of Wade's head for you. "You know we don't know how long we'll be away so we wanted to see you in person before we leave. Make sure you take care of yourself, bub."

"I always do," you sighed. Wade lifted the bottom half of his mask to kiss one side of your face while Logan kissed the other, sandwiching you in affection. "Come back to me, alright?"

"Aye, aye captain," Wade saluted. It got a chuckle out of you as he marched away from you before turning back around.

"I'm not crying," He sniffled. "Why do you ask?"

"She didn't ask," Logan deadpanned.

"But she's crying!"

"I'm not crying," you laughed. "But I will miss you. Now go, save the world!"

"Rain check on our anniversary date, yeah? We should go to a haunted house if it's still October when we come back. Or go in your haunted house if you know what I mean."

Logan grabbed Wade by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out of the salon. You were left with a audience of eyes trained on you as you laughed at your boys leaving.

"The both of them... you get the both of them..." KC mumbled. "That's not fair. You can't have two boyfriends. Give me the red one."

"Nuh-uh, she can keep the red one. I want the hunk-ules in the yellow," the receptionist said.

"I love you guys, but no way. They're mine and they're stuck on me," you smirked.

"Oh you don't sound like you're playing," KC laughed. "Wait... that means that last night..."

"Shut up."

"The both of them were..."

"If you say another word you better find someone else to do your hair," you warned.

"You're a pro-freak! Two men at one time! You get down and dirty."

"I need to find a new salon to work at,” you grumbled.

“Oh no you don’t. What you need to do is tell us exactly how you met those men without missing a single thing.” The whole shop muttered in agreement with KC. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, but can you sit normally so I can finally wash your hair?”

Not Just Neighbors part: One & Two

Hehehe thank you for reading loveliessss.

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[averseunhinged]

hi <3

First of all, I love your writing, especially after i read your most recent kc drabble!

i don't know if the prompt post is still ongoing, but if so, may I ask for a drabble where Klaus is constantly seeking physical touch from Caroline? your choice if it's fluff or spicy (or both 👀). Sorry if it's too dull for a prompt :((

have a good day <3

hi, friend! i don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind, but hopefully it'll work for you.

previous prompt is on ao3 here. i think i'm just going to put them all in this series, if you'd rather wait and read possibly more polished versions there.

content warnings: this is very light and fluffy (i think???), but there is mention of most of the things that happened to caroline in canon. parent death. damon. torture. stefan/caroline. tyler/caroline. random humans/caroline. canon typical violence. no magic babies. an extremely loose adherence to canon.

It had been a very long night.

Was there such a thing as too much fun? Caroline probably deserved it, after the years of stress, fear, and grief, but it did feel overly indulgent at times. She’d probably have to reorganize their suitcases tomorrow to make up for it. Now, though, she was pleasantly exhausted, sunk deep into the sort of sleep she hadn’t known existed prior to the past decade. Her dreaming was hazy and indistinct. Vague feelings of comfort and warmth, slight movement in a secure hold. Like dozing in a hammock on a summer day, when everything smelled lazy and good and nearby sounds blended into a relaxing, repetitive drone.

Until she exploded into wakefulness to sudden, ear-blistering noise and commotion. She shrieked and tried to jolt upright, but the arm around her was tight almost to the point of pain. The previously steady thud of Klaus’ heart was a startled cacophony under her cheek, and he was snarling incomprehensibly in a language she didn’t recognize. Death threats, probably. That was his death threat tone. The same language as the noise, she realized.

GAGNAM STYLE! the noise belted, backed by a thumping beat and tinny, wailing synths.

“Phone?” she whimpered. “What—why?”

"Kol," Klaus hissed and let her go.

Caroline struggled free of the blankets and Klaus's octopus limbs tangled around her and wriggled over to the bedside table where her phone was charging. She clumsily dragged it onto the bed and, after three or four swipes, managed to make it stop.

She collapsed onto her stomach in relief at the silence in the bedroom. Klaus had rolled over onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head during her journey to the bedside table. Back in Mystic Falls, it had seemed like he never slept. Always awake, fully clothed and scheming, no matter the day, time, or place. He could be a true hedonist, though, when he wasn’t fighting a war on all fronts. In the years they had been together, she’d discovered he slept often and well, fond of catnaps and long sleeps on comfortable mattresses with soft, luxurious bedding and her body touching his as much as possible. He was difficult to wake. She’d had full conversations with him in bed in the morning, only to realize later on that he’d still been asleep, despite his lucid responses, and didn’t remember any of it. And he was a nightmare when he was suddenly, rudely awoken. It had worked to their advantage a few times. Klaus maimed first, asked questions later when there was an unexpected intrusion into their bedroom. Once, a coven had managed to cloak themselves well enough that he hadn’t been aware of their presence until they were already inside. It had not ended well for the would-be assassins. Or for the very nice hotel suite. The last time, Kol had been staked with a poster off an antique bed, rather than enacting whatever mischief he’d been planning.

"Caroline?" Stefan’s voice intruded from her phone.

She made a disgruntled noise into the mattress.

"Did I wake you? It's 9:30 on Naxos." Stefan was way too alert and amused. "You're usually up and attacking the day by now."

"Berlin," she answered, not entirely coherent yet. "Kol."

Once or twice a year, Elijah decided it was Klaus and Caroline's turn to wrangle Kol, or extract him from whatever trouble he'd decided was his right to get into, by virtue of having been trapped in perpetual boredom on the Other Side for nearly a year.

Stefan made an understanding noise, given that he had (and often was) a difficult brother. “Do you need help with clean-up?"

She sighed. Obviously, he wasn't willing to take pity on her and call back later. The blankets rustled with the shifting mattress, and Caroline wasn't surprised when she felt Klaus' foot on the side of her calf. He had long, freakily prehensile toes that wiggled down her leg and flexed around her Achilles tendon.

“Nah. S’more of a social visit. There was,” she yawned while speaking, “a beer thing at a place, and then a party with some super old friend of Kol's, and then an after-party, and a nightcap.”

“And then our own party,” Klaus murmured. 

She kicked at him half-heartedly. His other foot joined the first, capturing her leg and tangling it in his own. She smiled, keeping it hidden from him. 

“I'm glad you're having fun,” Stefan said dryly. That was the annoyingly sweet thing about him. He did things like offer to help with her Mikaelson problems and put up with them during the occasional holiday or trip. She didn't think she'd broken his heart, but she'd bruised it nearly as much as he had hers, when he'd abandoned her for a new life. And yet, he really was happy she was happy.

“So,” she said leadingly, “what's up?”

The blankets rustled again. Klaus’s fingertips brushed down her spine. Her skin shivered as goosebumps raised in their wake. It was a blessing and a curse to be so sensitive to his touch. He could make her feel incredible, but sometimes it felt like addiction. She’d had it often, always, for years, and going without made her a little bit melancholy. Maybe they’d spend more time apart in a few decades, but the vampire-hybrid honeymoon phase seemed to stretch on a lot longer than it did for humans.

It had been surprising at first, how much he touched her. In Mystic Falls, he'd barely touched anyone, unless he was threatening them or committing an act of unspeakable violence. He'd been more respectful of her personal space than almost anyone she'd ever known, aside from the impaling and biting. She'd thought it was just the way his family was. Rebekah was similar, and Elijah behaved as though the people around him were sticky, and he didn't want to get it on his suits. However, he was willing to hug her in greeting and parting these days, and even instigated it himself after a few (several…many) drinks. Rebekah was a lot freer with it, too, now that she had known Caroline longer. She'd been dragged around Milan by the hand, steered around parties with linked arms, and had gossip whispered closely into her ear. Kol had no decorum whatsoever. He did whatever he felt in the moment. Threw his arms over his siblings’ shoulders. Picked Caroline up and spun her around because he was having fun and in a good mood. The flipside of that was impulsive mayhem and destruction. He'd kill strangers, because he was upset. Attack his siblings when they hurt his feelings. Tried to maim Jeremy, because he was afraid, and no one was listening to him. He was the most honest member of the family in that way, but it made him the most dangerous, too.

Klaus had started small, hesitantly. An arm to steady her when she wore heels. A hand on her lower back when she was in flats. The more she responded and reciprocated, the freer he became. He liked having her in his lap, or leaning against his side, or with her toes tucked under his thigh while he was sketching or reading. When one passed by the other, he’d stroke her shoulder or pet her hip, would try to hide his smile when she tangled their fingers together for a moment. He kissed her forehead and her cheeks. Kept her in bed with slow, sleepy lips, long after she should have been up. And his libido was insatiable. She’d had to institute a solo shower rule, or she’d never wash her hair before the hot water ran out, and he still broke it half the time. Not that she was complaining. Much.

“Are you planning on going back to Naxos after Berlin?” Stefan sounded hesitant and worried.

Caroline frowned. “Are you okay? Do you need a sober buddy? I can be there in a few days if the weather’s clear enough.”

Stefan had been living on Svalbard for a couple of years. There was a small community of vampires who took advantage of Polar night every year, like reverse snowbirds, and practiced extreme moderation in deference to the limited human and wildlife populations. He had found a lot of support through them and hadn’t needed her as a sponsor as much as he used to.

Klaus stretched his arm across her back and palmed her side, stroking over her ribs.

“No, nothing like that.” Stefan paused. She listened to him breathing for a long moment. “Valerie’s been staying with me for a couple of months.”

“Please tell me she tried something with Hedda.” Hedda was 6’2” and old enough that she could work as a deckhand on a research vessel without massacring the entire boat after weeks at sea. She would turn Valerie into a very fine paste if she didn't behave. “I'd pay to see that.”

Stefan laughed quietly. “I did warn Valerie about the way things work before she made the trip out. And she…she's better now that she's been free for a while.”

Caroline rolled onto her side and braced herself up on her elbow, staring at her phone in disbelief. “That's your softening the blow voice. Please tell me you haven't gone back to another one of your obsessed ex-girlfriends.”

The silence on the other end of the line was answer enough. It had to be some kind of doppelganger curse in effect. She refused to believe it was coincidence that so many people completely lost their minds over him. Stefan tried to be a decent person. He was handsome and could be fun when he wasn’t angsting so hard, but his effect on people was just plain strange. She counted herself lucky that she hadn’t ended up wasting her undead life waiting around for him, too. After Tyler, she knew better.

Klaus took the opportunity to hook his arm more securely around her waist. She meeped when he dragged her backwards into his chest, but settled down as he re-arranged her until she could rest her head on his arm without asphyxiating on her own hair.

“I know it doesn’t make sense,” Stefan admitted. There was the sound of water and rattling plastic, and then a coffee maker gurgling to life. “I think I just have to see it through. It feels like there’s something between us that was taken away before it was finished.”

“Stefan,” she moaned unhappily. “Fine. Fine! That’s fine. I’m happy for you.”

“Great!” he said, suddenly suspiciously upbeat. “We’re taking a trip to Sintra next month. You can get to know her better then.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Caroline replied flatly.

“Damon said you’re free until the Christmas markets in Prague.”

“Remind me to thank Damon for throwing me under the bus,” she muttered back to Klaus. “I’m spiking his mulled wine with vervain.”

Glass clinked on the other end of the line as Stefan poured himself a cup of coffee. “Bring Klaus if you’re worried she’ll do something, but she promised to try getting to know you instead of making assumptions.”

“Oh much better! I definitely want to go on a couples vacation with my sort-of ex, the vampwitch who gave me sizzle skin for no reason, and a hybrid who gets bitey if you make him cranky enough.”

“I'm your actual ex, Care,” Stefan said, sounding kind of annoyed about it.

They had vastly differing opinions on the legitimacy of their short-lived romantic relationship. Caroline could admit it had a lot to do with her residual discomfort over the no humanity sex with Ripper Stefan. It wasn’t that it hadn't been good. On her personal, post-human scale, it ranked above the humans she'd been with and Tyler, but below Klaus, who was a thousand-year-old, obnoxiously talented horndog. He knew how to do everything. That first time in the woods had been exciting and very intense, but she'd had no idea what she was missing out on when she’d made him walk away again.

No, the problem with sleeping with Stefan was that turning on her humanity made the memory feel like virtual reality porn. Like she'd been there, but not really.

Klaus tilted his head, tucking his nose behind her ear, and smiled against the sensitive skin of her neck. She rolled her eyes. He did like Stefan, as much as Klaus let himself like anyone, herself and most of his siblings excluded. He liked winning more, though, and really liked that it was him she had sought out in the aftermath of her time as a creatively evil party girl.

“We're trying to make this work.” Stefan was so quiet at the other end of the call when he confessed, “I want it to, but it’ll be a lot harder if no one else wants her around.”

It was close enough to what she’d said to him years before, when she'd asked him to try to get along with Klaus. 

“How did we all end up dating people the rest of us hate?” Caroline wondered. 

Stefan hated Enzo for killing Ivy, even though Ivy liked being a vampire and her revenge plots had started taking place on weekends and involved brunch reservations at restaurants he didn't like. Enzo hated Stefan for a variety of Damon-related reasons, and for being a coward who made Caroline cry, even though Enzo kidnapped her for Stefan’s mom's creepy cult, and in Caroline's opinion, the two offenses canceled each other out. Elena hated everyone's significant other, mostly for understandable reasons, but also because she reacted badly to feeling like the people she loved were being taken away. 

Of course no one wanted to be civil to Klaus, who could only spend so long in her friends’ company before he started daydreaming about which organs he’d like to remove from whom. Caroline and Damon would never be close. Her mom's death softened her on him a teensy bit. Plus, he was mercenary enough to recognize the benefits of being cool about her relationship with Klaus. But buried deep inside her was human Caroline, who would always hate the man who hurt her so much, and Damon didn't like being reminded of his guilt.

She and Enzo bounced between being thick as thieves and suffering from eruptions of confusing resentment towards each other. Caroline was happy Tyler got to live out the whole American Dream thing, but none of it interested her much anymore. She sent presents to the kids on birthdays and holidays, like she did for Matt’s family, but thought Liv was boring and overly judgmental for someone who came from the magical version of the Hårga. Liv thought Caroline was a manipulative psychopath for killing Luke, just to make Liv put her back into the damn job at hand.

So, okay. Fair enough. Caroline wasn't truly the girl she'd tried to be. She'd accepted that when she'd called Klaus from the Gold Coast, grief still aching like an overused muscle, but giddy with the freedom of her time spent alone, as far from home as she could catapult herself. It wasn't the way he'd once foretold, but the door thing hadn’t been literal, according to him. Pretentious ass.

And now Caroline was going to have to put up with the kind of lunatic who threw curses around, because her ex-boyfriend from a hundred and fifty years earlier had half a feeling for someone else. 

Stefan had terrible taste in women. 

(Yes, she included herself.)

“That's family for you,” he said.

Caroline made a closed-mouthed, disgruntled noise. “Fine. Fine! I’ll give her one chance.”

“And?” he continued hopefully.

“And I’ll try to like her, instead of pretending to be nice while thinking mean thoughts about her outfits, but if she tries anything--”

“I’ll eat her,” Klaus finished for Caroline.

“All I can ask for,” Stefan conceded, sounding pleased enough with the conclusion. “I’ll email the details, and you can tell me everything you’re changing.”

“Later on!” she laughed. “I’ve only had three hours of sleep.”

“Thanks, Care. I know that wasn’t an easy time for you, and Valerie made it worse.”

The Heretic cult had been the last straw for Caroline. She’d tried to stay, but there had been reminders of her parents everywhere she turned. She couldn’t stand being around Alaric--alive, happily engaged again, and about to become a father—without remembering that he was the reason her own father was dead. She couldn’t be around Damon without remembering how much he’d loved her mom, even though he was the worst person she knew. Then she was tortured again, and all she’d wanted was a hug from her friends, but she couldn’t even have that. Her distaste for Valerie wasn't petty. Those events, the sense of betrayal and isolation, had stuck with her.

Maybe she would always remember it, but if there was one thing Caroline knew she was good at, it was putting hurt behind her. 

“You're welcome. Now, go away for, like, eight hours.” 

He was laughing when she hung up on him.

“Couples trip?” Klaus rumbled in her ear, his voice still morning raspy.

“You like Portugal!” she tried. “Isn't Sintra the place with all the old stuff? You'll fit right in.”

He nipped her neck with blunt teeth in punishment, right on the tickly spot that always made her squeal.

“You can use your best ancient history anecdotes,” she squeaked breathlessly. “The artists you influenced. Parties with royalty. Seducing some queen who died an eon ago. That wheel you totally invented.”

He flipped her onto her back and pinned her down with his bodyweight, one thigh pressed between hers. 

“I am not that old,” he declared imperiously and kissed her until she couldn’t think of teasing him anymore.

She was right, though. It turned out he did have a lot of great stories about Sintra.