#kc drabbles

[nikipuff]

Gaming Night

Warnings: Death (in the video game), cussing, Luca simping for Felice

“Aw, come on, you have got to be kidding me!!”

A groan could be heard from Misaki as they missed a shot, sounds of a controller hitting the wall electing small laughs from everyone in the server. The video call had been unexpected, an attempt to “bring everyone together” for some fun that involved shooter games. Despite you not exactly fitting in with the rest (cause, you know, you weren’t a murderer), you had joined anyway, wanting to see the strategies that some of them would take to win.

Ronin had found the game, and promptly invited everyone on the server. Some declined, but Angel, V, Misaki, Luca, Felice, and you agreed. 

“You think I’d let ya hit me?” Ronin chuckled, his avatar aiming straight at Misaki and hitting them square in the chest.

[Ronin] has killed [Misaki]

“I’m down! Angel, avenge meee-!” They cried out, making sure that their dramatic collapse could be heard by everyone through their headphones. Luca mumbled something about teaming being against the rules, but since he was working with Felice, most ignored him. 

V sighed. “I still do not see the point in doing this.” His avatar was holding the weapon, but he didn’t move to attack anyone. 

“C’mon, it’s fun!” Luca exclaimed, managing to sneak up on Angel and shoot her. She was quick to dodge, pulling out her own weapon and trying to send a bullet through his head. “Wait- Angel, we can talk about this-”

“Nope!”

[Angel] has killed [Felice]

“Wait- who-?” Luca stared at the message, confused. In game, Angel hadn’t hit him. She hit-

“MY LOVEEEEE, HOW COULD YOUU DO THIS, ANGEL?!?!"

“It’s just a game, Luca!” Felice laughed, avatar disappearing as she 'died'.

Now, it was your turn.

Your avatar in the game was crouched behind one of the many overturned vehicles, your weapon shooting straight at V, who was still complaining. “I should be doing something more productive with my time, instead I’m stuck here, dealing with you idiots-”

[Username] has killed [V]

“DId- Did you just kill me-?!”

“Yes, I did.”

Ronin laughed, counting whoever remained. “Let’s see . . . We have Angel, (Username), Luca, and me. Let’s see who wins, hmm?”

Turning, your avatar bolted to Luca’s location, reloading your weapon before arriving. Once there, you could see that him and Angel were facing off, leaving you the perfect opportunity to kill them both. But then, you would have to get Ronin out all by yourself, and that was something you would rather not have to do. He would absolutely destroy you.

“We’re friends, right, Angel?” Luca held up his hands, panic lacing his tone.

Angel nodded. “Mhm.”

“Then . . . don’t shoot me? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?”

She sighed, lowering her weapon slightly. “Fine . . . but only so we can team up on Ronin.”

Still in your hiding spot, you checked your other monitor, clicking on private messaging and choosing Angel’s name. 

(Username): Angel? Wanna team against Ronin with Luca?

Angelic: I’m already doing that

(Username): But after we make Ronin lose, let's get rid of Luca

Angelic: I like the way you think :)

A smile crept onto your face as you went back to the game, moving towards your “allies” in order to beat Ronin. Moving back to your other computer, you put the three of you in a separate voice call so that Ronin wouldn’t hear your plan. 

“Angel, you distract him-“ Luca started to inform you both of the plan, but you mostly tuned it out, since you planned to let him do all the work and then kill him with Angel. You expected that she was ignoring Luca as well, most likely making her own plan to stab you both in the back.

“So, everyone know their job?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Totally.”

Chuckling nervously, Luca rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting away from you and Angel. “Well . . . uh . . . let’s get going!”

. . .

[Username] has killed [Angel]

“Eh-?” Luca turned to you, confused as he watched Angel’s avatar disappear from the game. Realization struck him too late, trying to dart out of the way when your player’s weapon was already halfway through him.

He cursed. “Seriously?!” Before he could speak further, his avatar disappeared like Angel’s, leaving you alone, your target nowhere in sight.

From above, in the pixilated trees, Ronin sat on a branch, looking down at you with a lazy grin on his face. "Just you and me, hmm, darlin'?"

You responded with a smirk of your own, brandishing your gun and preparing to shoot his chest. “Get killed, bitch-”

A heavy weight slammed into your avatar, the [You Lost] message appearing on your screen. Cursing, you switched to the video call.

“Well, well, well, how does it feel to lose?” Ronin leaned back in his chair, laughing at your angry expression.

“I’ll beat you next time!”

“Sure, sure. Try your best.”

[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.”

[simpingforcys]

*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR*

🎶 I HAVE SOMETHING INSANE TO SAY 🎶

Ok just let me cook here.

So imagine meeting KC/Turbo like very soon after he took over Sugar Rush. He’s not the collected man we all know, he hasn’t even half perfected his act yet.

He constantly uses harsh language, makings the most filthy, perverted comments in your ear, much too vulgar for some sugary racing game, chuckling in an uncanny way, forgets to respond to King Candy, hell he even slipped and called himself “Turbo” while making love to you.

He really thought that would be his downfall, that would make you tell someone, anyone, what he was. You may be new but the tale of his deeds was spread to every corner of the arcade.

But you, oh you, you may be a little stupid,

Because you don’t give it a single thought

Never once do you question him, never once did you wonder about his odd behaviors or his old slang, you don’t even notice his little Turbotastics he would whisper under his breathe when he wins a race or finishes inside you

Candy knows he’s hiding himself badly, that if he keeps going like this he’ll have all of the arcade on his ass, but screw it, he has a real oblivious cutie to keep his bed warm at night <33

-⭐️🛎️

ALDKAKDKALDKSKDKSKSKEKEEDJSNDKSNDNW OKAY BUT WHY DO I LOVE THIS

He would be so clumsy and careless the first few months (years?) while he gets used to his new game, new world, new power, new body and new role. You think his behaviour (and even phrase) was just him being jokey because of the big bad that happened in the arcade a few years back. Your mind didn't put two and two together. Who would? I mean, look at him. Physically, he was much different than Turbo. He was clean. You especially didn't stop to think about it when he was gripping your hips and pounding into you.

Despite knowing his new 'partner' was oblivious to, well everything else about him, in a way he was grateful; it meant he felt.. safer around you. He would loosen up just a bit more around you. Just looking at you, he could see you were loyal to him. Maybe out of love, or something else. Whatever it was, all he knew, he didn't want to let you go. Not so easily.

[bitterkarmaa]

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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!:)

[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 ”

[decayedsword]

got a fic/drabble request for killer chat?

hi!! if you guys have any, you can drop some suggestions/ideas for fics, drabbles, or one-shots in my "tell/ask me!"

i mostly write a lot of ronin ! i can try to write for the other kc characters too, but im still in progress of playing their route in the game :D

word count will generally range from 500-1000ish! please do remember that i may also decline to do the idea if i simply do not want to. :)

that's all! go wild :P

[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 ]

[nikipuff]

Hii!! Could you please write Ronin x really really clingy and touch starved reader? Like they're constantly clinging onto him, kissing him, cuddling n hugging him, and when they can't do that theyre just messaging him like every 5 minutes? <33

Ronin with a Clingy!Reader (Headcanon edition)

warnings: none

pairing: Ronin x Reader

wc: 267

a/n: struggled with this one a bit, I think I may have another one? Sorry T-T

Ronin wouldn't really mind, at first. He loved being able to hold you, and it was something that he was set on doing regardless of if you wanted to hold him back. So when the two of you first met, he was pleasantly surprised to have you clinging onto him the entire time.

Sleeping alone was a big no. Even though you clung onto him during the day, it seemed like you weren't ever done. If Ronin even tried to move, you shot up in the bed, tears welling in your eyes. Although he knew you were being overdramatic, he couldn't decline you your midnight hugs.

And when the time came for him to return home? Constant messages. Even when he put on "Do Not Disturb", the second he turned it off, he was spammed with "How are you?", "Are you okay?", and "I'm worried" texts. At one point, he was terrified by the fact that you could send so many.

It became humiliating to murder while what remained of your kisses stained his face. But Ronin knew that if he wiped them off, you'd just place more when he got home. When the news heard of the famous Butcher murdering with love marks? Oh, they were ecstatic.

Many tried to claim the title, but they were typically greeted with the opportunity to see his crowbar up close, each one hunted down- sorry- found in a totally legal way.

Ronin's used to it at this point. The constant hugs and cuddles were now something he looked forward to, and he would always give his own in return.

[treasuringizu]

⤷ gojo x reader | 0.7k words |

⤷ tags | insecure reader, very self-insert, suggestive content at the very end, established relationship, not proofread, satoru loves u, u love satoru, he's a sap!! satoru carries you up at the end.

“Hey,” Satoru breathes, nuzzling his face into your neck, soft white hair tickling your skin. 

“Hmm.” you hum, running your fingers through his soft locks, your other hand rubbing along his back, feeling the smooth material of his cotton shirt, lingering on the muscles you can feel under it. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even more into his lap so that your chests are as close as they could be, your bodies melded together. You feel his nose press into you and the rise and fall of his body as he releases a breath when you place a delicate kiss on his shoulder. 

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” 

“Satoru…” you do your half-awkward laugh, half breathing out thing that you always do whenever someone compliments you, now burying your own face into his neck as heat crawls up your skin. 

“You are. You truly are,” he says, pulling away from you and holding you by your waist, looking straight into your eyes with that unwavering gaze that never fails to let you know he’s being genuine. You take him in as his silver eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones, framing his azure eyes that are intensely staring back at you. His glasses are always off around you. He claims he wants to fully see you as best as he can. 

Awkwardly smiling, you hold eye contact for a few seconds before nervously glancing away from his eyes. At times like this you can’t help but wonder, how does he see you as that? As beautiful. Doesn’t he know that he’s the beautiful one? That he’s the one that makes you stop in place multiple times a day just to think, wow. It's hard to believe him sometimes, when he says things like this. He says it so freely too, with no hesitation, no reluctance, simply opening his heart for you to look inside and do whatever you want with it. It makes you grateful that he chose you, of all people. It makes you scared, because what will you do when it's over? When it doesn't last? 

“We all know you’re the beautiful one, Satoru,” you respond, looking over his shoulder. When you’re met with silence, you glance back at him only to see his eyebrows furrowed, a pout on his lips, and without thinking you smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, smiling softly when he only pouts even more like a petulant child. 

He cups your face with his large hand, frown softening but still there when your eyes flutter and you rub your cheek into him. “Why do you always do that? Why don’t you ever believe me?” 

You keep your eyes closed. “You know why, Satoru…” You bring your front to his again, burying your face in his neck and holding him close as if he might disappear from under your fingers. 

“I’m yours forever, you know? There’s no getting rid of me. No matter how hard you try. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

“So you’ve said.” You hate when you’re not able to respond with the same thing, hate the hurt he tries to mask but fails around you when you don’t tell him how you truly feel, but you know he knows. You just need to work up the nerve to let it out.

He lets you avoid, Satoru can never deny you. Instead, you breathe him in, inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne and detergent, and he rubs soft shapes into your back, deft fingers bringing you to the edges of sleep. It's like this for a few minutes, the soft sounds of your breaths the only thing you can hear on the couch, but then he speaks again. 

“I’ll make sure to keep telling you until you believe me.” 

You sigh, “Will you now?”

You feel the jerk of his head against your neck as he nods, determined, and you smile to yourself. You can’t ever let him go. 

“I will, every single day.” You don’t mention that he already does. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, love. It kills me. I love it.”

You laugh, and he pulls away again to see the action, eyes crinkling with his own smile, dimples forming in his cheeks as his eyes sweep over your face.  

“Alright, Sa- Oh!” You’re cut off when he lifts you up with one arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and strolling over to the bedroom. “Satoru!” 

He winks at you, patting your ass. “I know a few other ways I can show you I think you’re beautiful.” 

[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.”

[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

okay so, this might be the strangest ask you've ever recieved, but ofr a while ive been thinking of jealous/possessive!kc and how they react to each other's exes or people who have crushse on them might react and i woild absolutely love to read soemthing on that but if you can, that would be really cool to read! ONLY IF YOU WANT TO, please and thank you!

Hi, nonnie! There's only minor possessive!kc, but I hope it's still okay. Thanks for the ask!

On a very minor note, this is my 1000th post on Tumblr, and I love the idea of it being a kc drabble!

But I digress, and getting back to the drabble, I hope you like it!

xxx

“I think she invited us just to spite us,” Hayley grumbles to Bonnie, who rolls her eyes as she sips from her champagne glass. “Like, who does that?”

“She invited our whole class. If she hadn’t invited you two, you would’ve complained about that,” Elena interjects from behind her, smoothening out a wrinkle in her bridesmaid dress.

“Doesn’t Gorgeous look gorgeous?” Enzo asks, appearing at their side, kissing Bonnie’s cheek. “Hello there. I must say, however, I don’t see your dates anywhere,” he says pointedly to Hayley and Camille, who’re standing sulkily, glaring at the back of Caroline’s head as she laughs when Klaus whispers something in her ear.

Hayley scoffs. “She’s so fake.”

“Watch it,” Bonnie says angrily. “It’s her wedding, don’t you dare.”

“I don’t get why he likes her,” Camille whines. “She’s so freaking boring.”

“Because she’s intelligent, beautiful, and strong,” Elena snaps. “If you don’t like her, why’d you come?”

When they remain silent, Enzo snorts. “Isn't it obvious?” he says dryly. “They came to watch Mikaelson’s arse in a suit.”

Elena looks at them disgustedly. “It’s his wedding and you're here for that?”

“Obviously not,” Camille snaps. “We’re here cause we were invited.”

“I'm going to ask Care to dance,” Tyler says, appearing behind Elena, making her jump. “She looks so great, don’t you think?”

“I hope you mean great in the platonic way, Lockwood,” Enzo says lightly, tugging Bonnie closer to him when she growls at Tyler.

Tyler scowls. “Obviously.”

“Oh, give it up it, Tyler,” Hayley snaps. “We all know you're here cause you’ve had a crush on Caroline for ages and you're still pissed she was with Mikaelson when he’s never liked you.”

“If you don’t have anything nice to say about the bride and groom,” Bonnie suggests, her temper flaring, “I suggest you leave. Immediately.”

Camille scoffs. “Whatever. Get over yourself, Bonnie.”

“Watch it, Camille,” Enzo says warningly.

“Hi,” Caroline says breathlessly, Klaus close behind. “How’s everything going?”

“Great!” Bonnie, Elena, and Enzo chorus while Tyler and Hayley and Camille mumble out something incoherent.

“I've been wanting to get a drink for ages, but Klaus—” Caroline breaks out into giggles when Klaus kisses her neck playfully. “Klaus wouldn’t stop dancing.”

Bonnie grins at how giddy her friend is. “Well, you're here now. Champagne?” she asks, offering her untouched glass to Caroline.

“Yes, thank you,” Caroline says, taking the glass from Bonnie, her ring catching the light. Bonnie smugly watches Camille and Hayley’s mouths drop at the sight of the giant diamond and tiny sapphires sparkling on her finger.

“Your ring…” Camille starts hoarsely.

Caroline beams. “Thank you! Klaus picked it out himself, he has excellent taste, don’t you think?”

“I certainly do,” Klaus replies, gazing at Caroline adoringly.

“You two are even more nauseating now,” Enzo says cheerfully, dropping a kiss on Caroline’s cheek. “You look lovely, Gorgeous. Bonnie refuses to dance any more, care to grace me with one?”

“Of course. “Caroline smiles, taking his outstretched arm. “Klaus looks dehydrated anyway.”

“I do not,” Klaus calls out after her, a mock-annoyed expression on his face. “Only two dances, no more.”

“Oh, relax, Klaus,” Stefan says from beside him, elbowing him gently. “You're getting Caroline to yourself for the rest of your life, don’t pout.”

Klaus grins softly. “I am,” he says, watching Caroline spin on the dance floor with Enzo. “Thank you for coming,” he says to Tyler, Camille, Hayley, and Elena. “Caroline is so happy to have you here.”

“I should hope you're both happy to have us here,” Hayley interjects, smiling simperingly.

Klaus’s smile doesn’t disappear, but does fade. “Yes,” he murmurs. “We are.”

“I'm going to ask Care to dance when Enzo’s done,” Tyler says imperiously, taking a bite of his appetizer.

“Mm,” Klaus says, finishing off his champagne. “Actually, her dances are all booked for the night. Some by my brothers, one or two by Stefan, most by me,” he tells Tyler pointedly. “Perhaps some other time.”

He smirks at Tyler, clapping him on the shoulder. “Do enjoy yourselves.”

Once he leaves, Bonnie can't help but snort at Tyler’s furious look. "I'm sorry, were you—were you trying to intimidate him?"

"Shut up, Bonnie," Tyler grouses, getting another glass of champagne.

Elena stifles a laugh and turns to Bonnie. "Are you sure Caroline told us not to throw him out?"

"Positive," Bonnie agrees, smiling at Hayley and Camille mockingly. "It's a shame."

"Wasn’t pining after him at work enough for you?” Stefan asks Hayley.

“Clearly not,” Elena says scornfully.

Camille scoffs, and Stefan sighs. “I'm going to go look for Klaus,” he announces, rubbing his palms together. “Rebekah asked me to find him and tell him to save her a dance. Try not to jump the groom, please.”

Bonnie watches Caroline spin around with Enzo, giggling when he dips her, her smile never disappearing. Hayley folds her arms, trying very hard not to make a comment, and Bonnie sighs. “If you dislike her so much, why don’t you just leave? Klaus is obviously not going to go for you.”

“Whatever,” Hayley snaps, grabbing Camille’s arm. “Come on, Cami.”

Once they’ve left, Klaus greets her with smile. “Have the Wonder Twins finally left?” he asks, looking over her shoulder. “Good. Dance with me?”

“Really?” Bonnie asks, surprised.

Klaus rolls his eyes. “My wife is dancing with your husband. I think it’s only fair that you dance with me, don’t you?”

“Klaus Mikaelson, dancing voluntarily,” Bonnie says teasingly, taking his offered hand. “Who would’ve thought? Only for Caroline, right?”

Klaus’s eyes almost seem to sparkle. “Only for Caroline,” he agrees.

.xxx

I'm sorry there wasn't more of what you asked for, but I do hope you enjoyed it! Please comment!

Cheers!

[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)

Serial Sillies (With a Dost of Angst)

Spotify playlist

(TBC)