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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt62

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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“So your plan is to gather information while attacking? That seems rather desperate.” Damian wasn’t actually trying to be insulting, but he saw Chloe bristling at his words. Marinette just gave a tired sigh.

“We are desperate in a way. We can’t wait for Gabriel to make another move and hope we can counter it. Taking the fight to him is the best option especially since we can gather information this way. I haven’t used Viperion in a fight, or any other holders for that matter, in over six months so it’s unlikely he’ll be expecting it.” Damian just gave a non committal hum. It was brash and foolish, but she knew the magic far better than he did and she was right about not waiting. Before he could answer, they all froze at the sound of keys in the door.

Damian motioned the others into the bedroom. They went, though Marinette was obviously reluctant to leave him alone. He rolled his eyes at her in response. If it was Gabriel chances were slim to none he’d be using keys. Any other threats he was perfectly capable of handling. He turned off the lights and waited for the door to open. As soon as there was enough light from the hallway to make out the intruder he attacked. The startled yelp as he tackled the person to the ground was familiar and it was tempting to break the arm he was holding behind their back.

“Seriously Damian? When did we revert to you trying to kill me again?” Damian put a little more pressure on the arm.

“Why are you here Drake? And why wasn’t I informed you were coming?” He was so tired of his family steamrolling over him and keeping secrets when he needed to know. There was also the issue of Luka and he absolutely didn’t need his family screwing that up too. “Ladybug hasn’t lifted her ban on Justice League members coming to Paris either which means you’re due for a trip to Siberia.”

“Wait, Bruce didn’t call you? He said he called you.” Drake sounded annoyed and Damian could hear real surprise in his voice. At least he wasn’t the only one left in the dark. “You’re a minor Damian. You can just stay in Paris alone without it raising questions. I was sent to be your guardian and offer on site tech help.”

“I don’t need a babysitter and that doesn’t change the fact that none of this was approved by Ladybug. This is her city and you aren’t welcome in it.” Damian knew he’d almost slipped and said ‘our city’ which made him pause to think about it. Even though he was relegated to the sidelines for the most part he still felt more involved here than he did in Gotham, the question was why?

In the end the answer was simple. His family treated him like a child. They constantly kept him in the dark even when he needed the information, just like sending Drake here with no warning. He and Marinette had their differences but she only kept secrets when absolutely necessary and it was never information that could get him killed. Maybe it was just because they were the same age, but she actually treated him like an equal member of the team rather than a tag a long she didn’t have time to deal with.

“She doesn’t have to know I’m here. We all know you were the one telling her when league members showed up in Paris, so this time you just don’t tell her.” Damian just glared down at the other boy. He hadn’t told them he and Marinette knew each other’s identities so it wasn’t really surprising they thought it would be that easy.

“Oh yes that’s great. Let's give her a reason to kick us both out of Paris. Not to mention her reason for not wanting you here is still in play and very valid. As much as I’d like an excuse to give you the beating you deserve I’m not going to go against Ladybug’s orders to do it. She has enough to deal with and I’m not about to break her trust because you all decided rules don’t apply to you.” Damian was mentally cursing himself as well. He really should have seen this coming.

“You really do have a crush on this girl don’t you?” Drake sounded amused. Damian ‘slipped’ and elbowed him in the head. As annoying as that assumption was it was better than any of his siblings finding out the truth. The last thing he needed was their idiotic input, especially when he was still figuring everything out himself.

“I have a work relationship with her built on trust and respect which I know must be a hard concept for you to grasp.”  He finally let go and got off the other boy to go turn the light back on. He watched with a satisfied smirk and Drake massaged his shoulder. He pulled out his phone to text Marinette, hoping hers was on silent or she and the others had left through the window. He forced himself not to sigh in relief when he didn’t hear anything. The text he got back was short and to the point.

“Can he be trusted?” That was it but he knew the answer was anything but simple. Could he be trusted to help? Yes. Could he be trusted not to report everything to his father? Absolutely not.

“There will be conditions if you stay. If you don’t agree to them, I know of a family that would likely be willing to host me for the rest of my stay so don’t think telling me I need a guardian is going to get you out of them.” Damian felt his temper flare as Drake rolled his eyes and had to take a deep breath. He wasn’t about to let this idiot get him Akumatized.

“Calm down baby bird. What do you want privacy so you can be with your girlfriend?” It was moments like these Damian was sorely tempted to start killing again, just so that his family would take him seriously even if it was as a threat. He glanced down at his phone before speaking.

“First and foremost, no information is to be relayed to anyone without Ladybug’s approval. That means you aren’t allowed to tell anyone what’s going on or what we’re doing. And anyone includes father and the rest.” Tim actually scoffed at him.

“You know I can’t agree to that.” Tim sounded like he was lecturing a toddler and Damian narrowed his eyes at him.

“Then you will be required to leave. By force if necessary.”

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Chapter 43: Sui Zhou Takes Care of a Sick Tang Fan

Context: A partial continuation of Chapter 42. Tang Fan is still trying to recover from his cold, and his new acquaintance Wang Zhi turns up at the house to visit him. Sui Zhou leaves them both alone in the room to talk, and Wang Zhi ends up in a compromising position with Tang Fan, much to Sui Zhou’s displeasure. His cousin turns up again and this time, he rejects her firmly.

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Wang Zhi approaches him without him realizing it and with one hand, he lifts Tang Fan’s jaw up, looking from left to right.

“Speaking of which, you are rather good-looking in certain aspects. If you can’t be an official anymore in the future, just head to the streets and sell your books and I suppose with many women, old and young, visiting your stall, your business will surely be good!”

Tang-daren can no longer resists and rolls his eyes in a way that is anything but elegant, “If that day comes, I will definitely head to the doors of the Western Depot and sell my books there!”

Just as he finishes saying his piece, they hear the doors creak open.

Sui Zhou is holding onto medicine when he walks in and coincidentally sees Wang Zhi positioned slightly over Tang Fan, one of his hands pinching at Tang Fan’s jaw. This forces Tang Fan to have to raise his head a little, but he is still in a sitting position in bed wrapped in blankets — two rosy circles are visible on Tang Fan’s pale complexion because of his cough, his hair a mess and his clothes not properly worn. Both men are in close proximity to each other as well and just looking at this sight, it is easy for people’s thoughts to take a strange turn.

What’s more important is that Ming dynasty officials are not as unmanly as most people think. Among them there is no lack of manly and aggressive types with large builds, and if not for their lack of facial hair, no one would even notice.

Although Eunuch Wang doesn’t look aggressive and is more on the side of dark and gentle, but one would not use the terms gentle, weak and skinny to describe his body. To think of it, for someone who has learnt martial arts since young just like Sui Zhou, how skinny and weak can he be?

In comparison, because Tang Fan is a civil official and coupled with him being unwell, who is strong and weak is immediately clear at a single glance.

No matter who comes over and takes a look, all they will see is Eunuch Wang being overtaken by lust as he teases Tang-daren.

Under Sui Zhou’s icy, wordless glance, Wang Zhi naturally releases Tang Fan and then lightly pats at his cheek. In an overly intimate tone, he says, “I’ll come and visit you another day, rest well.”

“…”

Why does Tang Fan feel that there’s something really amiss by Wang Zhi’s tone, which could be very easily misperceived by others?

Facing Sui Zhou’s cold and powerful aura, Wang Zhi continues as if he’s not seeing any of it, “Sui-baihu is so virtuous, serving medicine and taking care of him. If this goes on, I believe Tang-daren won’t have to marry a wife in the future?”

Without waiting for Tang Fan to react, Wang Zhi laughs loudly and leaves the room in large strides.

Saying this, Wang Zhi exercised no tact and was extreme loud and arrogant. If it was anyone else today who ended up being flirted with as if he was a woman, comparing a grown man to a wife, he would have quickly developed a grudge for Wang Zhi. Thankfully Tang Fan hasn’t taken any of his comments to heart and Sui Zhou cannot be bothered to confront Wang Zhi about this, and so they allow the Western Depot’s Admiral to leave as he pleases.

The one who’s down on his luck is Tang-daren.

The moment Wang Zhi leaves, he’s lectured at. Sui Zhou says with a cold look, “Wang Zhi is temperamental and morally ambivalent. It’s not worth it to be in a close relationship with him.”

Although Tang Fan agrees with his appraisal of Wang Zhi, he still says, “He is an extremely favoured eunuch to the Emperor at present and this will not change any time soon. Stern, considerate and firm officials like Huai En are lesser in numbers and the type that the Emperor likes is still those like Liang Fang, Wang Zhi and Shang Ming, those who can welcome and cater to his views. So even if it’s not Wang Zhi, it will also be Li Zhi, Zhang Zhi… As long as we are able to subtly guide him onto the right path and drive him to act in the interests of the country and its people, this is considered a good thing.”

Seeing that Tang Fan’s thoughts are clear on this, Sui Zhou does not add on. He shifts the medicine in front of Tang Fan.

Forcing a smile, he says, “You see, can we negotiate a deal on this? I’m almost recovered, can we just skip this round?”

That’s what he says, but in reality, he’s still sniffling.

Sui Zhou is straightforward and simply returns, “Are you going to drink this yourself, or do you want me to feed you?”

Without another word of protests, Tang Fan takes the bowl from him and swallows the medicine while pinching at his nose. His brows and eyes are scrunched up tightly together and even when Sui Zhou passes him an osmanthus sweet, he blearily waves his hand, not interested at all.

Gluttons may love to eat, but this does not include medicine.

Sui Zhou’s three-sectioned house is actually not small at all, but aside from himself, Tang Fan and Ah Dong, there are no frequent visitors. The help that cleans the house are temporary workers and they typically have their own lodgings within the city. After they’re done with cleaning they head home without imposing any further on their employer, so much so that Sui Zhou does not even have a steward to watch the house or their doors. The master of the house has to personally open the doors, but this way, they have more freedom. For people like Sui Zhou and Tang Fan who do not like restrictions or burdens, they do naturally prefer not to see outsiders move around every day in the house under their eyes.

After Sui Zhou leaves, he does not come in again. Tang Fan finds this a little strange, but then he sees Ah Dong sneak in suspiciously.

Tang Fan laughs, “Would I ban you from my room? Why are you acting like this?”

Ah Dong giggles, “Sui-dage’s cousin from the Zhou family is here at our doors again.”

Tang-daren is a fully grown man and is both easy-going and direct. He does not have any grudges with Young Lady Zhou and of course, will not simply be irritated at her visit. He was a little bad-tempered that day, but that was because he had just experienced the East Palace case. Having seen so many people’s demise, people who should not have died, and then coming home to see Ah Dong and Sui Zhou chattering so happily with Sui Zhou’s cousin (it actually wasn’t all that happy, this is purely Tang-daren subjective point of view), and so he couldn’t help but feel the loneliness of a person without any friends or family inside.

That was a long time ago and Tang Fan cannot really be jealous and throw a tantrum just like a little child, even going as far as to stop his good friend from becoming close with the young lady. Listening to Ah Dong’s words, Tang Fan chuckles lazily, “Ah Dong ah, are you jealous that someone is getting close to your Sui-dage? But you’re still young, it’s not that Da-ge doesn’t want to help you, but if you like Sui Zhou, then after a few years have passed and you’ve grown, I can suggest this to your Sui-dage and see if he’s willing to take you in as a concubine. You’re only as big as beansprout right now, even if you complain to me, there’s nothing I can do!”

While Ah Dong is usually quite bubbly and cheery, but she is after all a servant who was born in a big house and family so it’s impossible for her not to have any knowledge about internal family affairs. Hearing Tang Fan’s reply, she launches herself at him and sulks, “Da-ge, what are you saying? I’m not jealous of Zhou jiejie, I’m worried about you!”

“What do I have to be worried about?” Tang Fan asks, bewildered.

“Think about it, if Sui-dage truly gets married to Zhou jiejie, what will you do?”

Tang Fan is usually a smart and intelligent person, but listening to this right now he’s entirely confused, “What do you mean what I will do? The things you’re saying are getting more and more incoherent!”

Rolling her eyes, she continues, “Da-ge, how did you become stupid after getting sick! If Sui-dage and Zhou jiejie get married, then she’ll definitely have to  move in correct? When that time comes, it wouldn’t be good for us to still live here, so won’t we have to move out? That’s why I’m concerned! Da-ge, it’s not you can earn a lot of money and of course I hope that we can stay here for as long as possible, and then you can save some money too!”

Don’t be fooled by Ah Dong’s young age, because she really has a knack for accounts and is making a lot of sense right now.

Tang Fan’s voice lowers, “In your eyes, your da-ge is so useless? If we move out, we have to be subject to the winds and storms?”

Ah Dong sadly answers, “Are you not? Da-ge your salary is so low and you love to eat. You eat so much everyday and can eat someone poor, so what will do in the future? The silvers for rice and noodles that you gave me, I’ve been counting our finances meticulously. Now we can still grow some fruits and vegetables in our backyard, and then buying some meat from outside, we can still save some money every month and put it away for when you marry someone. if we move out, we will surely be unable to save and then what will we do?”

Listening to this, Tang Fan wants to roll his eyes out of anger, but he is a little touched too. At the end of the day, this is the reason why she’s so concerned over whether Sui Zhou and his cousin will get married?

Tang Fan caresses at her head and firmly states, “Put your heart back in your stomach, we will not end up on the streets. Besides, even if I end up on the streets, you’ll disown your da-ge?”

Ah Dong shakes her head fervently.

“Then isn’t that settled? As long as I eat, you eat. Besides, don’t belittle the old Tang family. When my parents were still alive, the Tang family was still considered to be of elite ranks. Although we’ve fallen from the ranks a little since then, we still have a lot of good things and assets stored away as our last resort. And if that doesn’t work out, my sister lives in Xiang He Prefecture, and when the time comes we can run to her.”

He’s only saying this to reassure Ah Dong. Once his sister married someone else, she is technically part of her husband’s family and Tang Fan is an official in Jing city, so it’s not very likely that he will go to his sister’s to stay.

However, the young girl is all smiles at the news.

“Alright then, Da-ge, I won’t complain about you eating too much again. It’s still much better if you eat more. After this bout of illness, the meat on your face is almost gone, and people who don’t know might even think that you fled here as a refugee!”

Tang Fan pinches at her face, “If you continue to spout nonsense, then we don’t even have to wait for you Sui-dage to marry, I’ll be the first one to chase you out!”

As the both of them play and banter, they hear a cold voice sound from the door, “Who’s getting married?”

The both of them turn around, only to see that Sui Zhou has come to the door and conveniently heard the last part of what Tang Fan said. Behind him stands the young lady Zhou and her servant.

Sui Zhou says, “My cousin heard that you were ill and thought about talking back to you that day. She asked me to bring her here to see you and apologize as well.”

In recent years, even though there are some lines delineated clearly between men and women, it’s not as if the customs rigid to the point of no flexibility. Take Tang Fan as an example - he is Sui Zhou’s good friend and has already shown his face to Sui Zhou’s family, and Sui Zhou is also physically present in this case, so seeing young lady Zhou is not a problem. In comparison, if they were in the south, the customs and etiquette there are much stricter, while the North is a little more lenient.

Lady Zhou also doesn’t seem as prickly as that day and in front of her cousin she is the very picture of shy and demure. Anyone can see the feelings she has for her cousin, but only the cousin in question still has a stoic face on, and who knows how much he actually knows?

Tang Fan smiles, “You’re too courteous, Zhou-guniang. We didn’t know each other’s identities and that’s why we had a misunderstanding, and now that it has been resolved, everything is naturally alright. However, as I still have a cold and the air here is unclean, so I have to ask Zhou-guniang not to remain for long.”

Zhou Xiu Yue nods and then exchange a few more pleasantries with him. She is clearly not used to the medicinal smell within the house and does not even move to sit inside. Standing at the door, she says hello to Ah Dong, and then moves to leave.

As the master of the house, Sui Zhou naturally has to walk their guest out.

As they approach the main door, Zhou Xiu Yue speaks delicately, “Biao-ge, it seems that winter is soon to be upon us. Shall we find a day with good weather, and you accompany me to Yun Ju Temple to pray, how about that?”

Sui Zhou may be cold and emotionless in personality, but he is strong and heroic, exceedingly competent, humble and outstanding, and has a promising future ahead of him. The Sui family naturally sees plenty of matchmakers coming to their doors, but Sui Zhou’s parents have never been able to control their younger son’s decisions. More than that, the Sui family and Zhou family made a verbal agreement on a possible betrothal, and thus, they’ve managed to ignore the issue of his marriage temporarily.

Now, the Zhou family’s uncle has brought his family back to the city on one hand to take care of his aging mother, and on the other hand, to decide on his daughter’s marriage.

In actual fact, Zhou Xiu Yue’s father has another match in mind and the potential suitor’s father also works at Han Lin Yuan and he himself is currently studying at Guo Zi Jian. This is a born and bred academic-focused family and is wholly different from Sui Zhou, who is an Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Since the Zhou family managed to have Empress Dowager Zhou, its members began to dream of walking the civil official route, forming connections across several other influential families and move to greater heights. It is only natural that his uncle will choose this.

Of course, personally, it’s not as if Sui Zhou has to marry his cousin and no one else.

The relationship between them was formed when they were younger but stopped there. After so many years, there is no dramatic plot where he will marry no one else but her no matter what obstacles they face. The only thing is, it seem that Zhou Xiu Yue still has some unexplainable feelings for Sui Zhou and this is the reason for her repeated visits as she tried to find out what he thinks about her.

It cannot be helped that they do not think the same.

It is not easy for the woman to take the initiative and invite him, but Sui Zhou shakes his head, “I’ll pass. Tang Fan has been ill for a while and Ah Dong cannot cope, so I have to be at home to take care of things.”

Zhou Xiu Yue bites at her bottom lip, “Then I can send a servant from home to come here and take care of him?”

He refuses, his tone bland, “Forget it, you don’t have to go to the trouble. You should just go with uncle, and I hear that uncle is intent on confirming a match for you. I believe the man’s character is good. While the both of us are cousins but some lines have to be drawn still between men and women, so it is best if you visit less, lest people gossip.”

Zhou Xiu Yue’s face sours at that and she glares at Sui Zhou, before spitting, “You are truly despicable!”

She then turns and angrily walks out. The Zhou family’s servant was following behind them both and after seeing that they were speaking in hushed tones, she put some distance between herself and the cousins. All she sees right now is her mistress getting angry for no apparent reason with her sleeves rolled up, and she frantically chases after her.

Sui Zhou watches as they leave without a change in his expression, and then returns to Tang Fan’s house.

The medicine he just took has taken effect and Tang Fan is already asleep.

Ah Dong says softly, “Da-ge just fell asleep not long ago, Sui da-ge, what would you like to have for dinner? I’ll go prepare.”

Sui Zhou nods, “Anything is fine. You can just heat up the leftover porridge from earlier.”

They’ve both been busy taking care of the patient these couple of days and Tang Fan cannot have too fancy dishes, and so Ah Dong cannot be bothered to go to too much trouble either. She makes a noise of assent and heads out.

Once she leaves, all that’s left is Tang Fan and Sui Zhou in the house. One is awake and on his feet, the other is asleep in bed. It is easy to fall sick, but incredibly difficult to fully recover.

It is very quiet in the house, interrupted only by Tang Fan’s deep and long inhales and exhales.

Sui Zhou helps him to adjust the covers, then stands quietly there for a long while. Only when Ah Dong knocks on the door and calls for him to have dinner does he leave.

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Notes:

*提督 ti du

Formally, the equivalent of this would be a admiral, but I believe in this novel it can be interchangeable with “head” or “chief” as well. A ti du is one of the highest ranks an official can have and along with the chief army commander, the admiral can possess military power.

*风吹雨打 feng chui yu da

Literally translated means wind blowing and drops of rain hitting at you - in this case, Tang Fan uses this phrase to mean being homeless, without shelter (and thus they are subject to the mights of the weather) and possibly being out on the streets.

*把心放回肚子里 ba xing fang hui du zi li

Literally translated means to put your heart back into your stomach, of which meaning is to keep your concerns and worries.

*病来如山倒, 病去如抽丝 bing lai ru shan dao, bing qu ru chou si

An idiom to describe the ease of falling sick and pains of recovery - Falling sick is akin to a mountain collapsing, but recovering from illness is as difficult and challenging as getting silk from a silkworm.

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never give UP

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x female! reader

Warning: car accident, hospital, drinking and driving (do not do pls), speeding (also do not do), mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, alcohol

Specifics: angst, romance, race neutral reader, one-shot

People: billy hargrove, max mayfield, neil hargrove, your dad, your mom, your doctor 

Words: 1,747

Request: By @intheendyouwillalwayskneel Hi, could I please get a Billy x romantic reader where Billy is speeding and they get into a wreck and she is permanently injured. Maybe she lurches forward and hits her head on the the breaking windshield. Then develops a brain hemorrhage and falls into a coma. Billy is horrified and heartbroken because it's all his fault.

Authors Note: wow this one i think i went a little overboard with the drama and story srry im a bit of a drama queen so ta-ta. this has a lot of things in it so if u cant read it or dont want to read it no shame and no hate, u do u. i do hope for those to read it to like it cuz i wanted to think outside the box. srry this took me quite a while to make another story ive just been rlly busy lately atm. 

Crazy little thing called love played loudly on the speakers in Billy’s car. The windows were opened as the wind howled against your ears. The car’s engine roared as it sped down the darkly lit street. It was late at night and some folks would say that it was too dangerous for a drive but you and Billy were daredevils. You were opened to a rebellious chapter in your life after you met Billy. He was willing to take risks, he was the bad boy you would read every night in your romance books. 

Your hand danced in the air outside of the window, creating a wave against the waving trees. You sang to the music as Billy laughed. He laughed like a mad man, feeling the adrenaline rush through his body. You and him howled like a bunch of crazy teenagers you were. You were young and you wanted to live your life. 

“So how is this y/n? Is this wild enough for ya?” Billy shouted over the blaring music. 

You took a swig of some alcohol located under the seat. It burned your throat as the liquid made its way down. You gave a look of disgust. Billy chuckled and took a drink himself, “too strong for you?”

You shook your head as you felt light. Alcohol still new to you so that small sip made you feel tipsy. You scooted closer to Billy and wrapped your hands around his face, bringing him closer to you. You kissed his lips and his cheek. Your lips made their way to his earlobe, biting lightly on the skin and then whispering into his ear, “Crazy turns me on.”

Billy raised his brow as he smirked, “is that so!” As quick as light his foot stepped on the gas pedal making the car seem to fly through the air. The miles were going higher and higher. At first you were having fun, enjoying the excitement but now it was getting too dangerous. Your smile disappeared and instead a frown was found on your face. You were actually scared.

“Billy okay thats enough. Slow down.”

He would not. Instead he sped more. 

“Billy, I said stop it!” You were shaking. The car was going so fast that any minute it felt as if it would turn over and tumble around. Billy cackled loudly. His old, selfish attitude resurfacing. Out from the turn came a truck. Billy was speeding to such a degree that the car was zig-zagging. The car and the truck were about to make contact. Billy was like a deer in headlights. His laughing stopped and now all he did was freeze. He didn’t know what to do. He quickly lifted his hand to go across your body while your hands laid against the steering wheel. The wheel turned and the car spun out of control. It missed the truck but rolled down a grassy hill. The spin was so rough that you lunged forward, hitting your head against the windshield. 

Billy quickly made sure you were alright but was met with a distraught view. Your head laid back against the seat. Your forehead was bloody and blood dripped out of your nose. You laid unconscious. Billy was so scared for you. He shook you, wanting you to wake up, “Y/n! Y/n! Please y/n please wake up. Please, I’m sorry.” Tears started to pour out of his eyes. He wanted you to be safe, to be happy. 

He felt so guilty. Seeing you in the hospital bed, machines and things poking into you. It was all his fault. He would visit you everyday, no matter what. You weren’t respondent though, you were in a coma. Every day he hoped and prayed that you would wake up from it. It didn’t matter if you didn’t want to see him anymore or hated him he just needed you awake and alive. Your parents were furious. He would dodge seeing them every time. They wanted to kill him and probably stop him from seeing you but he couldn’t let that happen. 

He needed to see you. 

Billy entered into your room, flowers in hand. He set the flowers in a vase and put them beside you on the table. The doctor told him that even though you couldn’t move or be aware of anything you still could hear. Billy would always speak to you. He would tell you about his day, about your gifts, about your family. Even though he was going through a rough time at his home, you mattered more to him. 

“Hey babe, its me Billy. I got you your favorite flowers today,” he softly massaged your hands. Hating seeing them motionless. Billy had cried so much during this time with you. He hated himself more now if that was even possible. He felt he was a failure to everyone, to you, to Max, to his mother. He felt he was just a waste. Tears started to drip from his eyes onto his cheek, “you know Max made a card for you.” He chuckles seeing the odd stickers on it and the drawings. He placed it next to your flowers. “She hopes you feel better and she misses you. I miss you too. Your parents miss you.” Silence. He despised the silence. He just wished you would jump out from that bed and live. “Baby, you gotta wake up. It doesn’t have to be for me, its has to be for your parents and for yourself. I’m so sorry for putting you through this. Its all my fault. I should be the one there not you, me!’

A knock filled in the silence. Quickly, Billy wiped his tears and saw that it was the doctor who came in. “Is everything alright here?”

Billy nodded. “Is everything okay doctor?��

“Well...y/n is going to have some complications if she wakes up from this coma. She developed a brain hemorrhage and we’re looking at maybe some sort of paralysis. We’re suspecting half of her body but it may be more, we’re not 100 percent sure.”

Billy was shocked and he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

“You monster!” Your father came in along with your mother. Your father ran up to Billy and clutched onto his denim jacket, tears also coming down his face. “How could you do this to my daughter?” The doctor was trying to stop the fight but your father was so irate. Your mother was sobbing in the background and Billy wished in that moment he was dead. Your father shook Billy and screamed at him. “You did this to her. Take a good look at her!” Billy turned to the side and saw you. You laid there calm. Tubes connected to you. “I never want to see you again. Not here, not now, not ever. If she wakes up from this she is banned from seeing or even talking about you. You will stop seeing her here and I swear to God if you think about walking in here again I will make sure you go through the same sufferings as my daughter!” Your dad shoved Billy out of the room and Billy ran out of the hospital. Sobbing silently, alone, quietly outside. Wishing the nightmares would just end. 

Billy had tried to see you in the hospital but your father was always there and the doctors knew he wasn’t allowed there anymore. Billy made a turn for the worst. He just couldn’t live without you. He started to go to alcohol for comfort, missing school and his temper rising even more, taking it out on Max. He was a mess. It was either feeling guilty over what happened with you or getting abused. There was no happiness for Billy. 

Billy had woken up with a hangover. Throwing up in the toilet. He was done with this life. Then the doorbell rang. Billy thought it was another one of Max’s loser friends so he called out to her. There was no answer. “Max! I said get the God da*n door!” There was still no answer. Billy walked over the door, cursing to himself as the room started to spin. As he opened the door he was greeted with your face. You stood there, smiling, a cane in your hand as you leaned on if for support. Billy opened his mouth wide in shock, thinking he was dreaming as he sometimes had dreams or feelings that he saw his mother sometimes. 

“Is that really you y/n?”

You nodded and jumped onto him for a hug. You gently caressed his curls. “Its me Billy. Its really me.”

“Wait,” he backed away from you. “No this isn’t right. You hate me! You’re supposed to hate me! I hurt you. I did this all to you. I’m, I’m a monster!” He started to cry as his lips trembled. 

You shook your head, “no, no Billy. Its okay,” you cradled him in your arms. “I’m fine now. I feel better.” You looked into his eyes. “Look at me, you are not a monster. I don’t hate you Billy, I could never. I forgive you for what happened but there was nothing to forgive in the first place. I love you Billy. With every fiber in my body I love you. I could never be apart from you. I know about all the things you did in the hospital. All the things you said, the gifts, Billy that wasn’t hate that was love. You did all that because you love me. What we both did was wrong that day. We should of never drank and speed, but its in the past know, we learn from our mistakes. I’m not like your parents or anybody else in your life that leaves you. I’m staying put right beside you forever. You can never get rid of me.”

Billy felt speechless in that moment. How did he get so lucky to be with you? What did he do to deserve such an angel as yourself? Billy embraced you again, “I love you so much y/n. I love you so much.” He kept repeating. You placed your hands on his jaw and kissed his lips lovingly. Billy was so grateful to have you in his life. Even though his life with his dad was not easy he had you to lean on. He had you to make him smile and laugh. He had you to keep him going and to remind him to never give up. 

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[imthepunchlord]

LfM Ch 8

Ao3

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It all started with a “Hi!”

It gave Marinette and Aurore a start, looking up from where they sat on the bench, seeing Adrien leaning on the wall, smiling down at them both, looking between them, and the sketchbook in Aurore’s lap.

Aurore was quick to get over her surprise, smiling back at him flirtatiously. “Why hello, Adrien. What brings you by?”

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by, say hi.” He glanced at the sketchbook in her lap, immediately, “Oh! You joining the hat competition? We got a surprise guest for it.”

“Oh, it's not my sketchbook, its Marinette’s,” Aurore said, waving to her best friend.

Marinette leaned forward, interest perked. “Surprise guest?” she asked.

“Ah, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Adrien received a dark look for that. Aurore cut in, laughing a little too loudly. She put Marinette���s sketchbook back in her grasp and stood, standing close to Adrien, watching him draw away a little. “I’m actually her model, but, with this competition, maybe we’ll end up modeling together?”

“Oh, that could be fun. I didn’t know you modeled.”

“Just a little. I have been reassured to be quite the model.”

Marinette was debating leaving so the two could be alone.

“Actually, I heard from Ladybug herself that you’re quite the weather girl, her favorite, actually.” Marinette tensed, looking over to see Adrien leaning a little past Aurore, eyeing Marinette. “Do you know Ladybug?”

“She said that?” Aurore asked, gasping happily. She shook her head, pigtails bouncing with the movement. “Sadly, no, I don’t. To my knowledge, we never talked. She must have been rooting for me during the competition.” Aurore smiled, delighted that Ladybug was a fan.

Adrien just nodded, curious eyes on Marinette, who gave him an awkward smile back. Before he could say anything else, she hopped up, loudly declaring, “Well, Aurore, I’m going to go to my favorite spot, and sketch. Figure out a design. I’ll catch you later?”

“Of course.”

Marinette tore off, almost running right into Chloe and another blond boy. She tensed instinctively as their blue eyes locked on her and her charging form. With a mental “nope” and a strangled noise, Marinette twisted around them and tore off, missing how they stared after her. She was more relieved that she was able to avoid Chloe.

Though, it was weird not to see Sabrina with her.

And she doesn’t think she recognizes that boy… Marinette shook her head, dismissing the thought. It didn’t matter, she escaped, she was off to relax, plan, and draw.

Behind Marinette, the two blondes didn’t move, the Chloe look alike humming to herself. “Wow, that girl was in a rush. I almost thought she was about to flip over us.”

There was a disinterested hum beside her.

“Anyway, looks like it’ll be lively here! Have you decided on what class you want to be in? I’m going to be in Mendeleiev’s, Chloe’s in Bustier’s. No way am I sharing a class with her.”

“Undecided,” the boy beside her declared, looking over the information of the two classes that were presented to them. He was still unsure…

.

Marinette has performed a true miracle.

Not only did she design her first bowler hat, but she got over her artblock, witness actual progress between Adrien and Aurore, fought an akuma, and made it back in time to finish her hat and present it.

Aurore was there waiting for her, beaming as Marinette ran up to her side, setting her box on the pedestal.

“I’m ready to be wowed,” Aurore said, twirling her parasol.

“Ta da da!” Marinette sung, lifting the box and presenting her hat. Only to falter when Aurore’s smile fell. “What’s wrong?”

“That is what’s wrong,” Aurore said, nodding to where Chloe stood smugly, right next to an identical hat.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Marinette whispered.

“Should I do something?” Aurore asked. “It can end up, damaged.” Marinette narrowed her eyes, looking over Chloe’s design critically. Aurore blinked intrigue when Marinette’s lips curled up.

“I can handle it,” Marinette reassured, and added, making Aurore laugh, “luckily Chloe’s an idiot.”

A woman in a suit appeared, Adrien at her side, making Aurore fidget excitedly, waving at him. Both girls blinked as another woman followed, wearing an outfit of black and white and big shades on her eyes. Behind her was the Chloe look alike from before, making Marinette’s jaw go slack, looking between Chloe and the other.

“Why are there two of them?” Aurore wondered.

“I’m confused,” Marinette uttered, her gaze then settling on another blond boy that followed them, his blue eyes glancing her way.

“Greetings everyone,” the woman called out, drawing all eyes to her. “I am Audrey Bourgeois, the Style Queen.”

There were excited whispers around her, and Chloe rose up, waving to her, shouting, “Hi, Mommy! You’re winner is right here!”

Chloe was ignored.

“I am here to judge with the Gabriel Agreste for this hat competition, who my star model will model with,” she waved her hand to the boy next to her, his posture straight and certain, “Felix Agreste. I hope you all brought your best work, for he will only wear the best.”

The woman in the suit held up a tablet, with Gabriel’s face appearing, his bored eyes looking them all over. “Let’s begin.”

As they started to walk around the hats to judge them, Aurore leaned to Marinette’s side, asking, “Felix Agreste?”

“Maybe he’s a cousin?”

“I think so, Adrien doesn’t have any siblings.”

They became quiet as the group approached, their gaze critical and judging as they took in Marinette’s hat and the similarities to Chloe’s.

“Explain,” Gabriel prompted.

Chloe was quick to cut in, accusing, “Marinette stole my design! Disqualify her!”

“I actually didn't,” Marinette said, setting her shoulders back, standing tall. “This is my own creation. Chloe’s an amazing replica, but I can prove that this is mine and that she has stolen my work.”

“How?” Audrey asked, the blonde teens looking on with interest.

With a proud smile, Marinette lifted up her hat, moving it upside down as she revealed, “I sew my signature into my work, making it look like embroidery at first glance.”

Her name gleamed gold in the lighting, and everyone glanced at Chloe’s hat, catching her tensing up.

“Chlorine,” Audrey called.

“It's Chloe!”

“Let me see that hat.”

Chloe made a face and for a few seconds, didn't move. Then she brought the hat over, allowing her mother to turn it over, seeing Marinette’s name unknowingly stitched into the side of it.

“You are here by disqualified, and banned from entering future fashion competitions.”

“What?! But—”

As Chloe was told off in front of the gaping crowd, Marinette struggled to contain her smile. Next to her, Aurore didn’t even bother, her smile smug and big. It just pissed Chloe off more to see Aurore’s laughing eyes locked on her.

A voice was cleared and almost everyone turned to the tablet on the woman's hands, Gabriel gazing upon Marinette. “With your design and clever inclusion of signature, you are the winner, Miss…”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

“Congratulations. My nephew Felix will be modeling with it.”

Felix stepped forward, taking the hat from her, eyeing her curiously. Aurore wondered aloud, “Not Adrien?”

“Felix was the surprise I mentioned,” Adrien explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “And Chloe’s mom and sister.”

“Who's still very sour with you,” Chloe’s sister spoke up, crossing her arms to give Adrien a dark look.

Adrien winced. “I said I was sorry, Amber.”

“I still can't believe you mistook me for Chloe.”

As Adrien half protested, half tried to reason with Chloe’s twin, Marinette took the chance to really look at this new girl, this Amber. While blonde and blue eyed like Chloe, there were differences to her, she wore her hair down in a low hanging ponytail, was a little more tanned, and had perked up bangs that jut out. And, unlike Chloe, wasn’t going out of her way of being mean.

Marinette then glanced at the quiet blond at her side. He hasn't moved since he accepted the hat, looking tired at the arguing group. His uncle was gone, and the woman leaving.

“So, Felix,” she prompted drawing his blue eyes to her. “Are you going to be attending Francois Dupont?”

“I will be.”

“Cool! We'll both be students here!” she said with a bright beam. She was given the smallest twitch in return, then he started fiddling with her hat.

Aurore leaned forward, asking, “Who's your teacher?”

“I'm considering Mendeleiev.”

Aurore grinned. “Marvelous. We'll be classmates then.”

Catching onto Aurore’s glee, Marinette chuckled. “I'll be looking forward to seeing you in class.”

Marinette was a little confused when the blond suddenly hurried away, grabbing Amber and pulling her away from Adrien. Aurore grimaced beside Marinette, declaring, “Rude.”

Marinette shrugged, turning to Adrien as he approached them, green eyes set on Marinette. “So, uh, congratulations!” Adrien grinned. “You’re quite a designer.”

“My work really comes alive thanks to my favorite model,” Marinette bragged, slinging at arm around Aurore, earning a warm smile.

Adrien laughed. “Maybe we will model together sometime, Aurore.”

Aurore blushed happily. “I would love that.”

[basketcase1880]

Okay, so I passed my final placement, and (finally) passed my final exam, so I’ve had some time to work on this. The bonfire that is mentioned in this chapter is something that happens local to me in the Central Belt of Scotland, I don’t know if it happens up in Beauly though. So here goes...

CHAPTER 15

 Previous

The days between Christmas and New Year passed by in a flurry of dusters and cleaning products. Especially in the sitting room where the Frasers still had their coal fire as it produced a lot of soot. Claire even got into the spirit of the cleaning, even though Ellen had told her not to bother since she was a guest.

 Claire took it upon herself to help Fergus with tidying his room and putting away his new toys from Christmas. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” she muttered to herself as she struggled to fit all his new clothes into his drawers. “You appear to have too much clothes.”

 “What was that, Sassenach?” Jamie said as he stuck his head round the door frame. “Did ye say somethin’?”

 “Yes, your son appears to have too much clothes,” Claire joked, and Jamie placed a quick peck to Claire’s lips. “I can’t seem to fit them all in his drawers.”

 “Well, why don’ ye and young Fergus go through the clothes then?” Jamie suggested. “An’ we can donate what he doesn’ wan’ or wha’ doesn’ fit to charity. Same wi’ ‘is toys.”

 “I’ll see what I can do,” Claire smiled. “Now send that boy back in here, he’s been in the bathroom far too long, and you, you can go back to the stables. I’m sure your dad and Murtagh are looking for you.”

Jamie just smiled and headed out the room to find his wayward son. He found Fergus in the bathroom, playing with his new bath toys Willie had gotten him for Christmas. “There ye’ are, m’lad,” Jamie said to Fergus as he grabbed the towel from the rail to dry Fergus up. “Why don’t ye go back and help Claire go through yer old clothes an’ ye can make room fer yer new clothes. Ye can tell Claire wha’ doesnae fit ye anymore an’ wha’ ye’ve nae worn in a while.”

 “Oui, da’,” Fergus smiled and ran off back to his room before Jamie could chastise his mixed languages.

 ***

 At dinner that night, Fergus was buzzing to tell everyone about what he got up to while cleaning that day. “M’lady ‘elped me to sort my clothes,” he said. “An’ we’re going to give them to charité. An’ my old toys.”

 “That’s good,” Ellen smiled at the boy. “It’s always good to go into the New Year with a fresh start. An’ jus’ think of all the fun some children will have wi’ the toys ye don’ play wi’ anymore.”

 “It was always hard tryin’ tae get yer da’ tae part wi’ any o’ his toys,” Willie decided to pipe in with as he placed the casserole dish in the middle of the table. “So, it’s good tae see ye’ havenae inherited tha’ streak fae him.”

 “It was da’s idea,” Fergus supplied with a smug smile as he turned to hug Jamie.

 “Right,” Brian said before any arguments could break out. “We’re comin’ up on the New Year, so I dinnae want any arguments under my roof. Besides, dinner will get cold if ye get intae a rammy.”

 That made the table laugh and they soon settled down to eat. Claire was becoming more accustomed to how things were done in the Fraser household; Grace was said before every meal, and whatever Brian said was the golden rule.

 “So, what does New Year fully entail?” Claire asked as dinner was finished. “I’ve never really celebrated it. And this is the first time I’ve been able to concentrate on the customs surrounding it.”

 “Well, in years gone by, New Year was a bigger celebration than Christmas,” Jenny began. “Christmas wasn’t even a public holiday, while New Year and the 2nd of January are public holidays in Scotland.”

 “Aye, but tha’ was durin’ the reformation,” Murtagh piped up. “The Protestant Church considered Christmas as a Catholic feast, an’ banned those in the Protestant faith from celebratin’ Christmas. Mind ye’ wi’ the excesses o’ Hogmanay, the church soon frowned on New Year as weel.”

 “An’ then ye’ve got yer First Footer,” Jenny piped up.

 “But ye dinae wan’ it tae be yer man there,” Willie interrupted as he pointed at Jamie. “Nor young Janet, Louise or mam.”

 “Aye, they’re all unlucky, as are ye, Willie,” Rabbie continued. “Yer best bet fer a First Footer wid be da or Murtagh.”

 “Hold yer horses, wid ye,” Ellen scolded. “It wid probably help Claire if she knew wha’ a First Footer was. A First Footer is simply the first person to cross the threshold to your house after the bells have rung out midnight. Traditionally they would bring gifts like coal, shortbread, salt, black bun an’ whisky, all of which are believed to ensure a house is safe an’ warm, as weel as makin’ sure the house has enough food for the coming year.”

 “It’s also believed tha’ the First Footer should be a tall dark male,” Jamie continued. “An’ women, or a’body wi’ falt ruadh were particularly bad luck.”

 “Falt ruadh?” Claire asked, her attempt at the Gàidhlig quite good.

 “Red hair,” Rabbie supplied. “So, mam would be particularly unlucky. Ye also dinnae wan’ a man or woman o’ the clergy First Footin’ ye either. They’re believed tae be unlucky. I wonder what colour Father Bain’s hair used tae be…?”

 “Hush, Rabbie,” Brian scolded. “Also, Beauly has a big bonfire that gets lit on Hogmanay. That’s where I’ve been sendin’ Jamie an’ Ian the past couple o’ days, tae help wi’ the buildin’ o’ the bonfire.”

 “That all sounds very inviting,” Claire smiled. “I’m glad you invited me to spend the holidays with the family now.”

 “Did you bring any party clothes with you?” Louise suddenly asked as an idea hit her.

 “No, the smartest clothes I brought were the ones I wore on Christmas,” Claire explained. “Why’d you ask, Louise?”

 “The party at the bonfire,” Louise explained. “You will need something warm, but smart to wear.”

 “We can go tomorrow,” Jenny piped up. “An’ we can drop off Fergus’ things to the local charity shop.”

 “That sounds like a plan for ye girls,” Ellen smiled. “Will ye be takin’ Fergus with you?”

 “Of course,” Claire replied before Jenny or Louise could reply. “We can show him what happens at charity shops as well.”

 “That’s good,” Willie said. “Let’s mam an’ I focus on the food for the festivities. I’ve got a big clootie dumplin’ tae make.”

 “No’ lad,” Brian said with an air of authority about him. “Yer mam makes the clootie fer the New Year. Ye stay away from it.”

 “Brian,” Ellen resolved. “I’m still makin’ the one fer the house, Willie is makin’ the one for the village…”

 Claire and Jamie both turned to Fergus as Brian and Ellen began discussing the plans for the coming festivities, only to find the young boy was almost falling asleep in his empty plate. Jamie smiled at Claire before lifting Fergus into his arms and carried him to his own room.

 “I’ll bath him in the morning,” Claire said as she pulled a pair of pyjamas out of the newly organised drawers. “Let’s just let him sleep. He’s been working hard the past couple of days, not to mention this will be his first New Year with his new family.”

 “Aye,” Jamie smiled. “Plus, this will give us some time alone before he, inevitably, finds his way into our bed.”

 Claire just smiled at Jamie as she processed what he had just said, she thought it sounded so natural that Jamie never even realised what he said.

Next

[specialmindz]

“Sans, take your brother and go to sleep…need to put the croceries away…”

          “uh, pops?”

          Gaster handed Sans a bag of what was left of the groceries, exhausted. There HAD been more, but Papyrus had decided to throw most of them into Hotland’s boiling magma as a “sacrifice” to the “volcanic gods of Mt. Ebott.”

           “NYEH HEE HEE HEE!”

          “Sigh…”

He wasn’t even supposed to leave the lab…

          “dad you’re putting paps in the fridge.”

          “KI-ET SNAS! Dis where he keep da’ milk…”

          “you know babies drink more than-DAD!”

          CA-THUNK!

          “ME HEE HEE! I OUGHT IT SNAS!” cried the baby bones, his voice muffled from inside the fridge. “I OWES IT CAUSE’ DA’ CONTAINER FEEL LIKE A IZARD!”

          SCRITCH, SCRITCH, SCRITCH!

          “CAN YOU HEAR THE IZARD BIG BUTHER?”

          FUMP!

          “HEY!”

          “sorry bro, gotta put these…three bisicles, away. also, don’t scratch on the milk carton, it’s bad for your fingers.”

          “Dis MY milk and I does what I wants with it!”

          “it’s everyone’s milk, not just yours.”

          “NO!” Papyrus spread his little arms and legs out to block Sans from the fridge. “Dis MY milk, go sweep!”

          “i’d love to go to sleep, but first i need to put these away.”

          “Well dat’s very un-for-tun-ate for you big Buther, cause’ I don’t plan on moving out the way. I’ve decided dat dis gonna be my new room. Is close to da’ food AND the milk. Very efficient.”

          “oh yeah? and what about your toys? where are you gonna put all your toys pappy? that’s an awfully small fridge…”

          “Well I’m an awfully small baby, besides...” Papyrus reached down and pulled out a block of cheese.

          “are you kidding me with this?”

          “We both know dis all I need right here.”

          “what about air?” asked Sans, deciding to stuff the bisicles into the freezer. “do you need ai-ewww, papyrus what is that?!” he pointed towards a bowl of…something, not caring whether or not his brother could actually see it. He couldn’t hazard a guess as to what he was looking at, but there were a few clues that told him the baby bones was probably responsible; one of them being that he recognized the bowl as one he’d use for cereal, which meant this thing was DEFINITELY homemade.

          “Daz baby’s food. Not for you. Is like cookie dough, cept’ is not made of cookies.”

          “it’s got meat in it!”

          “Dat’s cause’ is not made of cookies…is made of meat. Meat and milk. Lots of nutrients in there. Lossa proteins and normal teens and calcium and-”

          “stop. stop right there. what do you mean ‘normal teens?”

          “Sometimes is hard to find new puppies.”

“new pup-is this more of your puptart crap?! i asked you not to do that!”

          Those poor dogs…

          “Is not puptarts stink head! Puptarts go in the brave little toaster! Dis Puppydough! Is like cookie dough cept’-”

          “except it’s made of meat, i got it! it’s gross papyrus!”

          “YOU NOT EVEN TRY IT!” shouted the baby bones accusingly. He quickly returned to his smile. “And you’s not GONNA try it…cause’ is mine. My ice cream. Not for you, sad, but true. You can has the Dog Salad...”

          “are you seriously trying to make me jealous of this…?”

          “Try not to get any of yo’ jelly in my noms Snas. I prefer my eats to taste like victory, not your depression-”

          “ALPHYS, PAPYRUS IS BEING AN ASSHOLE!”

          “PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS AN ASSHOLE.”

          “I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU DAD!”

          “You tell Babybop! You tell Babybop and Daddy and even Dirt-Butt, they all gonna side with the baby! They see mah dough and they probly think, ‘Wowie! Dat baby so talented and smart! Only a genius baby would think of mixing milk and meats! If only I had been nicer to sweet widdle Papyrus, then maybe I could have some of dat Puppydough…”

          “*pfft!* is that how you think that’s gonna go?” Sans chuckled despite his disgust. “iiii think you might end up a bit disappointed then pappy. i personally wouldn’t touch that to throw it away.”

          “You won’t touch it cause’ I told you not to.”

          “heh heh is that right?”

          SHINK!

          “WOOOAHH! where’d you get that?!”

          Papyrus narrowed his eyes at his brother whilst clutching a switchblade in his tiny fist. “Black babies always armed…case whitey wants to rumble. Nyeh? NO! NO DIS MINE! IS MIIIINNNE! MIIIIAAAHHHHH!!! NYEHHHHHHHHAAAA! NYEH-HAAAAAHHHHHH!!”

          “sorry bro, but you’re the LAST person who needs a switchblade-”

          THUMP THUMP THUMP!

          “heeey, now you know better than that-”

          “NYEHHHHHHHH-HAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Wailing loudly, Papyrus kicked the inside of the fridge with even more ferocity than before while his brother tried to keep things from tumbling out onto the floor.

          THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

“HEY, WHO’S KICKING THINGS UP THERE?” shouted Gaster angrily.

“HE TAKE MY DOG-OPENERRRR!!! NYEHAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

          “SANS WILL YOU KEEP YOUR BROTHER QUIET? YOU HAVE ONE JOB!”

          “papyrus stop kicking the fridge…also get out of the fridge.”

          “I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMO-HORRRRRE!!”

          “yeah, sure you don’t.”

          Drama king.

          I can’t wait till he grows out of this.

          …

          …

          God I hope he grows out of this.

          “I JUST WANTS TO EAT HEALTHY SO I DOESN’T GET FAT LIKE YOU-HOOOO! JUST CAUSE’ YOU CAN’T FIND HAPPINESS DOESN’T MEAN YOU GOTS TO TAKE DA’ BABY’S!”

“lemme know when you’re done, kay’? imma go throw this away or something.”

“YOU CUSH MAH DREEEAMSSS!”

Walking towards the elevator, Sans paused only slightly to consider maybe throwing the blade into the lava pits of Hotland, but in the end, he decided against it walking into the Nursery instead. Papyrus didn’t need a knife, he was dangerous enough as is, which could only mean he had taken it from someone else…someone who ALSO didn’t need a weapon, seeing as everyone used magic.

Monsters with weapons are always bad news. Papyrus must have run into a really bad person who planned to use this knife as a surprise attack against someone. That’s all these things are good for down here; fighting dirty.

Asgore really needs to put some kind of fence around the Dump or ban it or something. That’s exactly where dangerous garbage like this is coming from, right there.

But that’s not to say it wasn’t useful to people like Sans.

My ATK is so low, I’m pretty much the only person who needs something like this to protect himself. My bro can’t be there for me ALL the time, and I wouldn’t want him to be. The older he gets, the more responsibilities he’ll have to take on, and eventually I’ll become a burden. He doesn’t mind protecting me now; he’s a baby, he has nothing better to do, but one day…

Sans took a few swings with the knife.

“Nyeh? Snas what chu-no. Nuh-uh. Give me that. That’s not a toy.”

“p-papyrus..?”

Using his wingdings, Papyrus took the opportunity to take the blade out of his surprised sibling’s hand.

“hey i need that!”

“Why? You want to end up a little punk like me?”

“huh?”

“Well I’s very flattered big Buther, but the answer is ‘no.’ Nobody like a copycat ya’ know? Also, how you gonna weave baby crying in da’ fridgergator?! You wants me to catch a cold? You weave the door open too! I could’ve fallen out and broke my widdle head-”

“papyrus-”

“It’d be like Humpy Dumpy.”

“bro-”

“Dead baby. Egg yolk erywhere.”

“would you listen to me?! i need that knife!”

“What for?”

“for protection! i only have 1 atk…”

“You’re not gonna need any protection other than me until you’re eighteen…and given your personality that too is a shot in the dark.”  

          “what does that even mean?!”

          “Means ‘no.”

          “DAD, PAPYRUS HAS A KNIFE!”

          “SHOCKING.”

          Sans glared down the hallway.

          Alright…

“ALPHYSSS, PAPYRUS HAS A KNIFE!”

          “SWING WITH RESPONSIBILITY PAPYRUS,” replied the young girl from another room.

          “SERIOUSLY ALPHYS? DOES NO ONE CARE THAT THIS BABY HAS A KNIFE? HE’S USING IT TO KILL PUPPIES!”

          “Nyeh? What chu talkin’ bout’ Snas? I not make dat Puppydough.”

          “you already admitted that you made it papyrus!”

          “No I didn’t! Is made by puppies…like the spidie doughnuts. Dat’s where I gots da’ idea! Is made by puppies, OF puppies…”

          “it’s gross!”

          Not that I believe you.

          “IT HELPS DA’ ECONOMY! You know how diffi-cult it be to be a baby in Snowdin?”

          “you’re not SUPPOSED to be in snowdin-”

          “The snow be deep as hell big Buther, and the doody dogs leave their doodies erywhere. They gets covered by the snow and then cute babies such as myselves steps in them.” Papyrus lifted up his foot. “Today I’s wearing the baby booties cause’ I go shopping wit Daddy. No shirt, no shoe, no service Snas; but OTHER times I’s in my onesie and I get the brown feets-”

          “then wear boots all the time or don’t go out. killing these dogs is not the answer baby bro, It’s wrong.”

          “But it IS the answer Snas! Dis not the only bad thing they do! Sometimes they pick up the baby.”

          “…what?”

          “They bite down on baby’s skull and they picks me up! They picks me up and they run around and I’s like, ‘PUT ME DOWN DOODY DOG! I’S TRYING TO GET TO DIRT-BUTT!’ and they’re all like, ‘WOOF!’ and I’s like, ‘YOU STUPID DOG!’ and they’re like, ‘WOOF!’ and I go ‘IMMA KILL YOOOOOU!”

“…”

“…There dis one dog dat be useful dough. You remember Long-Neck? He carry the baby waaaay up high; the big peoples be using him to get crystals from the ceiling.”

          “wait, magic crystals? Are you talking about magic crystals?”

          That wasn’t good. As desperate as the Underground currently was for power, Sans didn’t want the false stars on the mountain’s ceiling to disappear. It made him sad to think of all the wishes people had made on them over the years being turned to powder along with them.

          All of HIS wishes…

“Yep! Is got me thinkin’ too…I could use a high dog like dis to get to the sparklies you wants. I could do that Snas. If dat stink ceiling weren’t in the way, I could reach those sparklies and maybe even visit the moon…”

“my wishes…”

“…?” Papyrus looked up at his brother in confusion and then smiled, realizing what he meant. “Don’t worry big Buther. I got chu. I tell the peoples collecting that if they don’t weave the fake sparklies in Waterfall alone, THEY gonna be my ice cream. Yo’ wishes be safe like the womb.”

“uh…thanks.”

I think.

          His baby-isims are so creepy sometimes…

          …

          I wonder though…

          “hey bro, do you have any wishes?”

          “Nyeh? Wishes? Nyeh heh hee hee hee! What I gonna wish for? I’s just a baby! A baby lacks petty big people ambitions and obsessions. All we needs is some toys, love, a cwib, and lossa nutrients.”

          “c’mon pap, there’s gotta be something that you really really want and can’t get on your own. everyone’s gotta wish like that, I know you’re no different.”

          “No different hm? Kay’ then, I wish you’d stop asking me so many personal kestions.”

          “personal questions?”

          “Mm.” Papyrus nodded. “I wish you’d stop asking me personal kestions and stop playing with sharp objects.” And with that, the infant crawled out of the room, all the while making a mental note not to pull weapons out in front of his silly brother again.

Sorry about the wait...and the short fic; like I said on AO3 (and not on tumbler like I should have) I’ve decided to focus more on Fonttale 3 since every time I make these it takes a month and then I wind up with no time for the main fic. So far with this method I’ve managed to finish another chapter and a half, so things are going well.

As compensation for taking so long, here is a special tip (though hardcore Undertale fans may already know about it), messing with the SAVE file like you would to find Gaster in the main game will also allow you to find Papyrus’s Puppydough...and if you screw up the Horror Font has a few things to say unlike everyone else who simply says “Error”

Papyrus’s Fight Error: THIS IS AN ERROR MESSAGE. REALLY!!!

Papyrus’s Puzzle Error: Error, Pepibs. (probably a rendition of bepis, an inside joke Toby inserted into Undertale usually meant only for hackers to see...though they too might never guess it’s a synonym of “penis.” Toby uses it in place of curse words sometimes. Basically, Papyrus is saying “Error, fuck.” in a quiet voice which I personally find hilarious as it completely breaks character).

Papyrus’s Troll (remember the good ol’ days when Undyne was looking to murder you and Papyrus took it upon himself to work together with Flowey to screw you over? Back when he’d call you and ask you what you were wearing and then no matter WHAT you said, WHAT you changed into afterwards, or HOW many times you reset, he’d ALWAYS “accidentally” give her the right info? Pissed you off too didn’t it? Well guess what? There is in fact a way to give them BOTH the finger. If you recall, Undyne isn’t a fan of Temmie Village, she even tells you where it is so you can avoid it. That being said, she doesn’t know shit about Temmie armor including what it looks like. You know where I’m going with this right? Hack your file and pop that shit on before you get that call to effectively piss off Team Cute Truth and get this message):

 HELLO! THIS IS PAPYRUS!!!                                                                        HOW DID I GET THIS NUMBER...?                                                                  IT WAS EASY!!!                                                                                                    I JUST DIALED EVERY NUMBER SEQUENTIALLY UNTIL I GOT YOURS!!!    NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!                                                                                SO...WHAT ARE YOU WEARING...?                                                        I’M...ASKING FOR A FRIEND.

Yes        No

(Picked yes)

SO YOU ARE WEARING A BEPIS....                                                             GOT IT!!! WINK WINK!!!                                                                               HAVE A NICE DAY!

Obviously this immature call was Flowey’s idea, which is understandable since he’s a child AND the one doing all the legwork just to tell Papyrus you’re wearing something Undyne will never recognize. Nothing like revenge colder and more disgusting than the spaghetti your “friend” left outside in Snowdin, am I right?

Papyrus’s Toolshed (If you get into Papyrus's toolshed by manipulating save data, reading the note will result in this message): WHAT!? THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE.

Mortal Enemy Request ( As this comes right after Napstablook's friend request in Hotland, it may have happened as a result of rejecting the request. In the final game, the friend request rejects itself regardless of your choice and don’t worry, the request isn’t from Papyrus, lol):

METTATON has sent you a Mortal Enemy request. Congratulations! You are now Mortal Enemies with Mettaton. COOLSKELETON95 has posted a comment on this change. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU TWO! WISH YOU A LONG AND HORRIBLE RIVALRY. You rejected the request. METTATON has sent you an invitation to "Die." RSVP? Respond Ignore

Another small apologetic gift you may find interesting... You remember the guy from room 272 right? The inaccessible room?  It’s also known as room_water_redacted if you don’t recognize the name. When you get closer to this guy he fades, and, when spoken to, says "* [redacted]" in Wingdings. This NPC represents one of two theorized sprites for Gaster and you can see why...it looks like his face has melted off though his body looks fine. "Premonition" plays in this room too by the way. If you leave through the south exit, you enter the sound test room, room 270. One of the four playable songs in this room IS "Gaster's Theme" and when the protagonist attempts to exit the room, the game crashes (big surprise). If the protagonist chooses to play "Gaster's Theme," they can select no other song.

Why am I mentioning this?

Well, among the lines for the garbage dump and Napstablook's house, there are a few lines implying there was a horse stable somewhere in Waterfall and that’s not all, look at the message.

* (It's a horse stable.)

* (Do you want to go&  inside?)        

Yes         No  

* (You jostle the door.)

* (It's locked.)

* (Suddenly, from inside the [redacted], you hear a

Interestingly, we're hearing a noise from inside what is supposedly the horse stable, but for some reason, whatever it was is replaced with "[redacted]", and whatever it is that we hear at the end is just outright removed (I’d say that it’s weird that the stable ITSELF was removed, but with no disrespect to Toby mind you, it looks so bad when it appears in-game you’d half-expect the video about it to be trolling). This dialogue seems to be triggered by a trash can that appears in Napstablook's courtyard for some reason. Inspecting it if flag 92 (one of the unused ones) is less than 3 will cause the same figure from room 272 to appear inside the stable, and say “*x”

In Wingdings.

To be frank and funny, it’s possible Gaster somehow got himself locked in a horse stable and ended up cursing when we showed up holding the key to his escape. Granted, “*X” isn’t a curse word, but if you recall, Toby doesn’t curse in his games and Gaster, like Papyrus, doesn’t put an * next to his sentences, which is something even Alphys did in her notes found in the True Lab. It’s a looong stretch seeing as it’s only two symbols, but I still like to think he’s keyboard mashing the word “shit.” XD

I hope this made up for the lost time and the time I’ll be taking to focus on Fonttale 3. Damn, I started this post at 12:00 something and now it’s 2:48 pm...see this? This is that bullshit I’m talking about.

Can’t shut the fuck up when I write...

[lady-o-ren]

Bad Luck Follows

Previously

Chapter Two - Interlude

Since that moment of tending that had been a stain for one and an amusement to the other, Claire nor Jamie had seen each other, much to their outwardly liking. They only knew about the happenings in the others lives from Rabbie MacNab - Claire's appointed helper - who would chatter away with barely a gasp for air and neither bothered to dissuade him from doing so.

And it was the lad who passed along to Claire of how word of her unfortunate fall had spread like wildfire to every ear within a holler. From the noon time babble between crofters wives, to whoops of laughter from their men in the fields, it could all be traced to a certain blithering arse, that Claire called Jamie under a scowling breath.

But soon enough the scowl would turn into a face splitting grin.

___

It had been almost a full week of confinement for Claire to her little humble home but she was saved from the long dull hours by a mop of mousy brown hair.

Rabbie was a sweet lad who would come early in the morning with a smile on his face - usually with a smear of jam and buttered crumbs along it - and the latest gossip overheard that spilled innocently from his lips. Today was no different.

He was sitting across from Claire tying bundles of herbs, that tickled at his nose, begging for a sneeze, with twine that she stacked and sorted with her free hand in piles for him. Rabbie was talking away when his words got ahead of him and let loose and incident involving the laird and his escaped sow.

Claire had stopped her sorting as she recalled a hefty piglet, with a penchant for gnawing on wood, weeds and fingertips, that had been given to her by a patient in exchange for payment. She had quickly gifted the piglet to a lovely woman named Mrs. Fitz, who just so happened to be employed as cook at Lallybroch, thinking they would soon have a supper of tender pork to fill their stomach's and thought nothing more of it.

Apparently, she had been wrong as the sow still lived and had tripled in size and appetite.

She had chewed her way out of her pin hellbent on exacting revenge for the indignity of being locked away, biting and chasing anyone or thing that threatened to contain her. After many failed attempts to do so, that Rabbie had observed from his perch atop the chicken coop, Jaime and his men had been able to gain the advantage by cornering her against the barn with a rake in each of their hands. It looked as if the ruckus were over but then the beastly thing let out a guttural screech as she charged straight for Jamie that had him tossing the rake (that the pig chomped in two) and jumping in to a wagon full of hay as if the devil himself were at his heels.

“The laird was howlin' somethin' awful tryna keep the bessom from chompin' at his toes." Rabbie told Claire with a toothy smile as he remembered the spittle of curses that Jamie spat that Rabbie would use for another day.

"But it was my da," he beamed proudly, "Who threw the rag o'er her eyes and was able to tackle her wi' five - no six - other men for she is a big one, Mistress." Rabbie in awe stretched his arms out wide in display. "And tha' is joost her rump."

Claire, who had managed to keep silent through Rabbie's retelling, was now in a fit of red cheeked giggles that shook her ribs, that still held lingering aches, as she imagined the tall strength of the man, James Fraser, running for his life out of fear over a pig. She now had some good dirt on the man to combat his retelling of her fall and tucked that bit of information safely away.

"Dinna tell the laird I told ye, Mistress." Rabbie asked once he realized he let his mouth run away with him again and if his father found out that he was gossiping about the laird of all people…

Claire held up her good arm, barely restraining the laughter that was bubbling within her. “I solemnly swear the laird will not know that this came from you.”

Rabbie let out a relieved exhale that stirred the bitty leaves of rosemary and sage that littered the table that traveled to his nose with an itch and loud, "Achoo!"

____

Jamie was digging away at the base of a rotting tree stump with wee Rabbie watching off to the side when he got his dose of storytime from him as well.

According to the boy, Claire had still been open to seeing patients for minor needs but they had kept away for her to heal, leaving Claire in restless idlement. A dangerous thing, Jamie noted with a chuckle. But her sole visitor that morning had been from Laoghaire Mackenzie. That name alone was enough to bring Jamie to a standstill.

The girl had been fidgeting from foot to foot at the doorway of Claire's surgery with her hands clasping and twisting her green dress to a wrinkly mess.

"The outhouse is joost behind ye?" Rabbie had told her, not wanting the girl to dirty up the floor he had just swept. Laoghaire's face had gone the color of beets with nostrils flaring wide and mouth opening for an assault that would've reminded Rabbie why he wished to be a monk, when Claire came up behind him and promptly shooed him out. Not one for being discouraged Rabbie pressed his ear to the door from outside. If it was something bad he'd leave them be, if it was something good, well…

"Tha lass wanted a love potion, said she needed somethin' ta encourage a beau of hers," Rabbie said, his eyes rolling dramatically at the notion of love.

"Is there such'a potion? I wouldna want a lass tae try it on me, but my grannie says the Sassenach is a ban-druidh and -"

"I've told ye before to watch your tongue when it comes to that word." Jamie snapped sharply at Rabbie, only to immediately regret doing so at seeing his face pale and his lip quiver. Jamie breathed the harshness out of his words in an exhale to a gentle tone and bended knee. "I'm sorry to have raised my voice to ye lad, but ye ken how dangerous it is to speak such a way around certain folk and to even accuse someone -"

"But I wasna! Yer Sassenach is sae kind and sae lovely and smells good too and I dinna care if she is a ban-mmm." Rabbie drew his lips in tight catching himself from speaking more.

"My Sassenach?" Jamie's copper brows shot up while a flush of blood fastly crept up his neck to his ears in a ruby glow.

"Aye," Rabbie said with a sweet grin that he thought the same as well. "That's what gran says, and my mam and da, and Mr..."

"Alright! Back to work." Jamie ordered with a chuck under Rabbie's jabber of a chin. "I want to eat before nights upon us."

Jamie set himself back to the strenuous task of removing the stump, hoping to rid himself of the strange heat that came from within that hadn't come from labour, where his mind wondered back to what Rabbie had brought up to begin with. Laoghaire.

His sister Jenny and he hadn't been on the best of terms since their father had past two years ago. At the most they were civil in regards to the land and tenants but nothing ever more then that until she began showing interest in who'd he take to wife. She saw it as carrying out the last of their fathers wishes, as a duitiful daughter unlike the good for nothing son that Jamie was and more. And he wouldn't marry a lass because of just that.

So caught up in memories of the past Jamie didn't notice that he was digging wildly until he uprooted a large clump of earth flinging it and nearly hitting wee Rabbie who fell flat on his rear as it whizzed by his nose, a hairsbreadth away.

"A Dhia! Did I hurt ye, bhalaich?" Jamie bent down to the lad, lifting his face to check for damage, but Rabbie was more concerned with the object that laid a foot away from him.

“What's that, Laird?”

Jamie reached for the clump, dusting off the caked on muck before commenting, "Something that sure looks to taste like wickedness."

____

A/N: Again nothing major that changed here but if you read the original and cared for that more it's still untouched over on ao3.

* Bhalaich - boy

*Ban-druidh - Witch

Thank you for reading!

[todes--angst]

I just love music asks

Tagged by: @der-aggressor​ thank you dear, and you’re right. This definitely will take very long. And I believe that no one would even go through all of them 笑

EDIT: THIS TOOK ME THREE DAYS, BETTER APPRECIATE IT 笑 笑 笑

Tagging: Whoever wants to because this definitely takes forever

There are going to be a lot of my own songs in this one. Just a warning.

1:A song you like with a color in the title

Human Traces - Alles Schwarz (everything black)

This is my second band in germany, which I miss dearly.

Komm, süße Krankheit. Der Tod blüht, während wir für das Nichts tanzen. Der Tod blüht, Wenn alles was ich sehe Schwarz ist.

2: A number in the title

Batushka - Yektenia 1

Israel has apprehended the adolescent, Let's remember favor, As spoke to our fathers, Abraham and his seed

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

Harakiri for the Sky - Fire, walk with me

Summer just makes me think of this endless heat, so, perfect title, right?

How can we forgive ourselves? For what we have become? How should we bear this burden? Displace the things we've done?

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

Behemoth - O Father O Satan O Sun! 

Even if you have been there for me after my father banned me, I still see your protectiveness over me as poison.

Oh father, oh satan, oh sun Let the children come to thee Behold the morning star Akephalos Shine through me Come forth in war Come forth in peace

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

Eluvietie - Inis Mona

Welcome to the land of questions Welcome to the isle of lore Where the veil came crumbling down

6:A song that makes you want to dance

Corvus Corax - the drinking loving dancers

Let us dance, let us dance Let us dance the whole night We shall sleep when we are dead And we won’t put up a fight 

7:A song to drive to

Shining -  Låt Oss Ta Allt Från Varandra

Let us take everything from each other Let us take everything from ourselves

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

Eminem - Not Afraid 

I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still tryin' to figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud Still follows me around but it's time to exercise these demons These muh'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now

9:A song that makes you happy

Kamelot - Sacrimony 

Sing for me angel of afterlife calming me down Chaos inside my nebula And make the wrong turn to right in a celestial light Forgive my sacrimony

10:A song that makes you sad

The lily and the rose

The maidens came when I was in my mother's bower; I had all that I would.

11:A song that you never get tired of

Die Antwoord - Banana Brain 

Banana brains, you’re the apple of my eye Stay with me tonight 'Cause I'm having the best time of my life

12:A song from your preteen years

조장혁 - 중독된 사랑 영어자막 

Have you forgotten it all? All the days that you and I loved each other, now have all our memories become obsolete and faded?I still cannot forget you. I cannot bear it.

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams

Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused.

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

------ a wedding will never exist so this won’t be answered------

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

Anaal Nathrakh - Carnage (Mayhem Cover)

Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of death Blood, fire, torture, pain Winds of war, winds of hate

16:One of your favorite classical songs

Arwen’s Vigil

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

Rammstein - Pussy

You've got a pussy I have a dick So, what's the problem Let's do it quick So take me now before it's too late Life's too short so I can't wait Take me now, oh, don't you see I can't get laid in Germany

18:A song from the year that you were born

Marilyn Manson - The Beautiful People

There's no time to discriminate Hate every motherfucker That's in your way

19:A song that makes you think about life

Arx Atrata - Legacy

We are given just one life And each day our fate is left in our hands Choosing whether to build or to destroy As the tides of time crawl across the sands

20:A song that has many meanings to you

You don’t allow me 

One of my songs. I speak with my soul

Follow the stream of bloods At the end of a madness, I come back to my tragedy Held by the skin but rejected to be Like fever grows, I’m being captured by the one clear answer My final resistance, my only salvation is the death

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Davy Jones

Over waves And deep in the blue I will give up My heart for you

22:A song that moves you forward

Amon Amarth - Twilight of the Thunder God

( it just pumps me up, and wakes me up in the morning) Mighty Thor grips the snake Firmly by it's tongue Lifts his hammer high to strike Soon his work is done

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine Fix 

Sick and weak from my condition  This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better, nymphetamine 

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

(they are still together, but without Chester Linkin Park is no more in my eyes)

Linkin Park - In the End

I tried so hard and got so far But in the end it doesn't even matter I had to fall to lose it all But in the end it doesn't even matter

25:A song by an artist no longer living

hide -  限界破裂 

Staring at you makes my heart ache I have to protect this, or it will be ruined You don't know it But you are my medicine Only I can swallow you

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

Alcest - Autre temps

As this weatherworn world remains the same, And tomorrow, you and I will be gone.

27:A song that breaks your heart

Loona - Hijo de la Luna 

Gypsy man believing himself dishonred Went to his woman knife in hand Who's son is this? You've cheated on me permanently And he hurted her to dead Then he went to the mount With the kid in his arms And he abandoned him there

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Myrkur -  Scandinavian folk on Nyckelharpa

(no lyrics available)

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

My little dark paradise

the last one of my songs here. 

Every drop of the blood, my crying devil is growing Watches me in the darkness, Talks about the end Gently, calmly it drives me into the darkness We shared too much darkness

[jetfuel-cantmeltsteelbeams]

Congratulations~AU

For a moment, Rue just stared at the world around him to take it in. They were here, they had made it.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.

From what seemed like every direction, the flash of cameras blinded him to the thousands of faces in the crowd. The roar coming from the bleachers was deafening, nearly drowning out the speaker that filled the stadium, calling out the names of his friends.

A sea of white caps, with tassels hanging from the left on those who hadn't yet been to the stage.

So take the photographs, and still-frames in your mind. Hang them on a shelf in good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

We're here. We're really here.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.

Ruth Blyze Demmekke-Nightengale. His knees didn't buckle, his hands didn't shake. He stood and walked with his line to the stage, and though his stomach felt like it would float away, he focused on not tripping as he set each foot in front of the other.

Something nagged at him to do it, digging at his mind until Rue ducked his head enough to look around, not entirely sure what he was searching for-

There. Beside the steel beam of the bleacher, still standing in the walkway. Blyze's tight scowl locked in place, Rue could see the silverette's grey eyes watching him make his way to the stage.

"Someone has to run the compound while you're not here. The rebellion doesn't pause because you're busy that day." But he was there, watching.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.

On the way back, tassel adjusted to hang from the right side of his cap, Rue's eyes scanned the spot he'd seen his father in. Empty. He probably didn't want to hang around now that it was just about over.

But he'd come to see him graduate. The man who claimed to share nothing but DNA had come to see Rue get his diploma.

When he took his seat beside Daniel, his back was a little straighter.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.

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Karsyn clutched the wine glass to her chest as she watched her sons enjoy their graduation party. It had taken her a few months to organize everything just the way she wanted it- and quite a bit from her husband's black card as well.

She'd had to call four months ago to reserve the mountain lodge for the three of them- one close enough to the Academy that they could throw a party for the entire graduating class after the family left. Daniel and Caydin had immediately put their heads together to put the word out a month before while Rue had been reluctant to accept the gift.

He hadn't wanted to be so far from the compound, in case his father called on him. Beating Blyze down enough to promise not to call on her son had taken three weeks in total.

The food had been ordered four weeks ago, the stocking of the pantries had been done last week for a small fortune. She'd spent two months just looking for the right dress to wear, let alone what to put the rest of her family in.

But the wetness that took his grey eyes when he went to hug her, the crushing of her ribs as he tightened his grip and whispered thank you after the ceremony, knowing he must have seen Blyze after months of her begging him to show up... that was something she never could have arranged, or planned, or given him if Blyze hadn't made the decision himself to drive up.

My mama called, seen you on TV. "Son," she said, "shit- don't change." Ever since we was on- I dreamed it all ever since I was young. They said I wouldn't be nothing, now they always say, "Congratulations!"

She'd let them unwrap Sythe's presents first. The God of the Damned sat back on the black leather couch with his girlfriend's toddler giggling in his lap, her little hands clapping his fingers as he watched the boys.

Raychl passed out the small boxes into the correct boy's hand; white for Daniel, grey for Rue, and blue for Caydin. Daniel's jaw dropped when he removed the lid to find his present, Caydin screamed. But it was Rue's grey eyes growing wide, the box hitting the floor between his knees as he clutched the key in his hand.

Nobody went to stop him as he angel bolted from the room, Caydin and Daniel hot on his heels with their own keys gripped tight in sweaty palms.

"Where is it?" "Did you hide them?" "WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?"

A honk in the front driveway. Karsyn walked with Sythe after he handed Eirian's daughter over and rose. They found all three boys losing their ever loving shit on the gravel drive, Nathaniel grinning from beside the first car. Three sets of headlights lit up the front of the cabin; a sleek, white Chevrolet Corvette ZR, a lifted, roll caged 2019 Jeep Wrangler, and a completely remastered 1970 Chevrolet LS6 Chevelle.

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation. They ain't never had the dedication. People hatin', sayin we changed, and look- we made it. Yeah, we made it.

Once they'd wrangled the boys back into the cabin, the girls had been laid down together in a playpen. Nathaniel and Night flipped a coin to see who would have to follow up Sythe's cars, and her husband smirked as Nathaniel waved the boys to the three bags on the counter.

For Caydin, a bottle of bubbled Mermaid ale, made only by their witchdoctors to ease the dying into death. Isn't even sold on the blackest black market, and an entire, crystalloid blue bottle rest in the 17 year olds hands. Daniel's bottle was dark, scaled to look like a dragon's hide. Firewhiskey, banned from exporting since before any of the boys had been born. And for the angel, a bottle of the finest Drigulian ambrosia, given with the idea that he could open it and drink the wine of royals when he ends the great war.

God stepped forward as the boys settled down with their foreign bottles. "What did you get me, Da'?"

Night's eyes rolled at his son's words, but the small grin that mirrored him in Daniel's face didn't budge. His right hand went to his pocket as he replied, "I'm kicking you out." His eyes held each of their gazes one by one. "All of you. I never want to see you in my house again as long as I-"

"Dy."

"Except federal holidays."

"Dyatose."

"And birthdays."

"D-"

"And you-" he raised his right hand to point at Caydin. "-You, every Sunday." As he released his grip, a key fell into the blond's lap. "For the love of the Balance, do not miss those Sundays."

Fishing in his pocket for the spare two keys, he tossed one to Daniel and Rue. "Your shit is already moved- and yes, Daniel, your mother found your box of nude magazines under your bed. Those were moved too, but to the trash." Pocketing both hands, the raven haired God grinned at his boys. "It's the whole floor, three apartments. The floor below you is on the tab as well, so no neighbors. Top floor, great view." He winked at Caydin, turning his smile at Rue. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

They was never friendly, yeah. Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah. And I know I sound dramatic, yeah. But I knew I had to have it, yeah.

And finally, they were opening her gifts. Rue and Caydin watched as Daniel ripped open the box she'd wrapped for him, the size of a fucking washer. The second he pulled the lip away to see what was inside, her son froze. His hand came down to close the box again, scooting it over to Rue as his eyes actually welled with tears as he found her face. There was real love there, glistening in his dark blue eyes as his lips moved without sound.

Her smile fell into a concerned frown. "Danicious, are you crying right now?"

Rue let out a low whistle as he glanced into Daniel's box, the blond to his right peeking over his shoulder. "Maman, I just..." Her son ran his hands over his face before getting up to wrap her in a tight hug. "I love you too, Ma'."

With a soft chuckle, she wrapped her baby in her arms and swayed with him from side to side. "My little warrior."

"-KARSYN DID YOU PUT WEED IN THIS BOX? DID YOU JUST FILL THE FUCKING BOX WITH WEED? GIVE ME THAT- KARSYN LYN WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

A half hour later, and one very simmering God, Karsyn got to watch Caydin and Rue open the envelops she'd handed them. Her chest tightened at the shock and awe that lit up Rue's face when he read what she'd written. 3 tattoo parlors names, addresses, and phone numbers beside a prepaid debt card and a number written beneath it with the balance she'd paid forward on his tattoos.

The black card in Caydin's envelope was identical to hers, connecting the blond to her bank account. But it was the tears that welled in his eyes when he unwrapped the pocket planner she'd added that choked her. His hands shaking as he turned each page to see that she'd scribbled out every Sunday in the entire damn book to remind him to go shopping with her...

His eyes came up to find hers, and it was all she could do to hold her ground as the young blond went barreling into her shoulder, face first. Her hands came down soft on his hair as she smoothed it away from his face, whispering how much she loved him in his ear.

And now that they were leaving, she didn't know what to do with her hands. Karsyn wrung her fingers as she stood beside her car door, staring up at the door to the cabin. They'd all said their goodbyes a while ago, again and again until it was just her and Night out front, buckling two sleeping toddlers into the car seats in the back.

"Ba’lra?"

"I'm coming," she replied, setting her hand on the hood of the car. Everything inside her screamed not to leave, to stay a little longer. She resented this change, that her boys wouldn't be hers anymore. She wouldn't make them breakfast for dinner as they sat at the table and studied with books and papers and laptops strewn all over her dining room. Their laundry wouldn't fall on her to spend nights waiting up for a load to finish because they're too tired to do it themselves. No one would be there to fill the house with conversation when Night was away on business, leaving her alone with the twins-

Just as she lowered herself in, the door to the cabin opened. She straightened as they came out of the house, running for her- What happened? What's wrong?

But before she could say a word, there they were. Their arms wrapped around her tight, from every angle, mumbling their thanks.

"Thank you for how much you've done for me." Rue.

"I love you, Maman. Thank you for making me study." Daniel.

"We wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. Thank you so much." Caydin.

And in a flash, she was back three years ago. Rue and Caydin's first holiday with their family; Bonfire night. Her husband stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her hip as he leaned down to whisper how badly he needed her in her hair. In the drive, the three boys jumped around from holster to holster, dropping fireworks in the launching pads. The sky lit up with every color she could imagine, and the laughter of her children warmed her chest.

"Oh," she mumbled through the tightening in her throat. "I love you too." Reaching up, she pulled each of them down to press her lips to their brows. "Behave. Just because you don't live in my house doesn't mean I won't still know what trouble you get into." Putting her hand to Rue's chest, "Do not let your father overwhelm you. Call me when he gets stuck in his ways- I'm serious." Caydin; "That planner wasn't a joke. We have a reservation at that French cafe on the corner that you like for Sunday at 11. They'll have our drinks waiting for when we come in." Daniel; "You're still responsible for your lessons with your father. You get two weeks off- and 'I forgot' is not an acceptable excuse for skipping it."

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WAD 104

"Baby, you done in the bathroom?" "In a tick!" "Ok!" Lance was lying. It was definitely going to take more than a tick to straighten up the glorious mess he currently was. Coran being the beautiful and kind angel that he was had really outdone himself, somehow custom making him a glass eye to replace his lost one, the man even nailing the blue of his eyes. It was the surprised he'd mentioned the other quintant, and Lance had been working so hard to feel worthy of it, even asking Coran to hold off giving him his surprise until his last scan, which was the night before. All his scan results were looking better, he'd even put on weight. He was still tired, but he'd started working out when alone in the nursery and had doubled the amount of calories he was taking in each day, feeling oh soooo much better for doing so. Today he was attempting breakfast with everyone, which was the perfect opportunity to show his face, as not all his teammates knew he'd actually lost his eye completely... cough cough, Pidge and Hunk... he had the feeling Shiro knew, and if Shiro knew, Allura knew "Lance?!" "Give me a goddamn tick!" His harsh tone summoned his husband, Keith frowning at him "What's that?" "A gift. Coran made it for me" "But what is it?" Walking over, Keith plucked the glass eye from his hand "Oh" "Yes oh! Do you have any idea how long I took cleaning that this morning? Only for you to put your grubby little alpha hands all over it" "I didn't mean..." "You didn't mean to just ruin all my hard work. Right. Great. Well, you did. So thanks for that" "Baby, you don't have to come to breakfast" Snatching his eye back, he glared at Keith. The effect kind of ruined by the fact he only had one eye "I told you I would and I am. Just back off" "I'm worried you're taking things too fast" "It's been three fucking movements since I showed my face at dinner!" Keith sighed, backing away from him. Yeah... his mood swings were back in full force, making him appreciate the times he couldn't actually speak all that much more. He might not have been able to change his scent, but at least he didn't have to explain it, and he wasn't above pretending he couldn't speak when things got too awkward "I'm sorry. Ok. I'm nervous, your kid kept me up all night and I can't get this in properly" "Is everything ok with the pup?" "Yeah. She's just cranky. Can you just help me with this? You need to rinse it again and dry it off" "I think I can manage that" "I just don't want them staring" "They're only going to happy to see you" Rinsing his eye, Lance turned to Keith "Ready" "Not really. Go ahead though" Keith's hands were shaking, his scent slightly angry as he pressed the eye into his open socket. Blinking a couple of times, he found it strange. No, more than strange. It was a weird sensation that made his stomach knot. His omega didn't like at all, it didn't want it, it didn't want to show its weaken state, but the eye looked semi-normal enough to pass "It looks good" "It feels weird" "I'm sure they won't mind if you don't wear it" "Keith, who honestly wants to look at the space where my eye was. Even if it feels weird, it's better than making everyone feel sick" "Baby..." "I know. Blame your kid" "Our pup. Besides breakfast isn't going to be as bad as you expect" "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means what I said" "Thank you captain obvious. Now go get the boys" "You're not going to ask what's happening?" "Nope. Because I know you want me to" "Where's the fun in that?" Sighing dramatically, Lance placed his hands on his hips, pursing his lips "Go on. What's this surprise?!" "A certain mother who's very upset we didn't call and invite her over sooner" "Krolia's coming!?" "She arrived last night" "And you didn't tell me?! Are you serious! Move, come on! We've got to go! Oh my god! I want to see mum!" Shoving Keith, he pushed him all the way out and back into the nursery "I need to get changed! I can't believe she's here!" "Just calm down" "How can I calm down!? I can't show up wearing this!" "Mums seen you wearing even less..." "Don't say that in front of the boys! Do we have those super comfy jeans? The one with that broken button?" "Err..." "You threw out my jeans! Seriously?!" "Baby, they were broken" "What am I going to wear? I need a hair cut... the nursery is a total mess... oh my god Keith, I'm pregnant!" "Baby, calm down. It's just mum" "She's not going to be happy. God. What do I do?" "Put your uniform on" "No! I don't want to wear it in case I throw up" "Then just stick with your sweats and your hoodie" "I don't want mum thinking I'm not caring for you and the boys" "Seriously. She isn't going to care" Wrapping his arms around him, Keith peppered kisses to his lips "You look great. You're eating proper meals, you've put on a little weight and you're doing better at talking" "What if I can't talk to mum?" "Then breakfast is going to be quite" "Keeeeith!" "Laaaaance" "I hate you so much right now" "I know you do" "I mean, I like, really hate you" "Yep. Message received" Message was not received. Keith rutted up against him, his husband nuzzling his cheek as his teeth came to tug on Lance's earlobe "If you don't want me to continue, then get your arse out the door" "That's not playing fair" "Yep. Now off you go" "I don't really hate you" "I know you don't. I love you, so let's go"

Lance was still grumbling as he walked through the castle with Keith and the boys, the pair holding hands with them on either side. How could his husband have not told him Krolia was coming!? She was going to take one look at him and lecture him for nearly dying again. It wasn't like it was on purpose, but Krolia's lectured could be scary, even if she meant well "They're getting really good on their feet" "You should see them when it's just the three of us. Something this small shouldn't be allowed to run, especially when they're running in opposite directions and I don't know who to chase" "Baby, how far could they possibly get?" "If we let go, they're going to take off running. They'll be at the end of the hall before we even get half way there" "I think you might be exaggerating" "That's because they don't run away when you're around. All they do is babble for "da da" these days. I'm being shunned by my own sons" "That's why they've taken over half the bed at night" "Don't get mad. It calms my omega down to have them safe" "Can't I calm your omega down instead?" "I know exactly what you have in mind, and I don't think that counts as "calming down"" "It's your fault. I wasn't like this until I met you" "And I wasn't like this either... pregnant I mean and a mum, not the other stuff" "I know what you meant. I haven't told mum about you being pregnant, but I think Shiro knows from your scent" "Great. I swear, you think it would be easy to have a secret around here. If Shiro knows, Allura knows" "I didn't want you to worry" "I know. But warning would be good" "Baby, just so you know..." "Keith, I swear I'm going to hit you" "Do you promise" "Oh my god! Calm down. Seriously" "Well, now mum's here..." "Nope. That's it. You're banned from talking until we reach the dining room" "Baby, that's like right around the corner" "I can't hear you!"

Keith kept quite until he opened the door to dining room. Releasing their hold on the boy's hands, they let the twins run on ahead "Su'p guys?!" "Lance! Kelance, Laneith. They've gotten even bigger" Climbing onto the floor, Krolia opened her arms for the twins, which they promptly ignored in favour of running towards Coran "Try not to take it personally. Even I've been getting shunned now that they can ask for their dad" Snorting, Krolia rose to her feet, walking over and wrapping her arms around before lifting him off his feet "You're so light!" "I'm not that light" "Hunk, have you been feeding my boy?" "Do you think Keith would let Lance get away with not eating?" "Krolia, can you put me down?" "Nope, you're mine now" Carrying him over, Krolia manoeuvred them so he was sitting in her lap, her hand coming to his stomach as he and Keith both blushed "How are supposed to talk to him if he's not facing us?" "Yeah. We haven't seen him in quintants" "Guys, it's ok. I'm getting better" "Not just getting better. You look great" "It's a blessing and a curse" "Keith, are you sure he's been sick?" "Yep. Mum, let me take my husband back" "No. He's mine now" "Muuuum, you're being embarrassing" "Fine. But you two have a lot to fill me in on" "If it's about what happened, I can't remember" "Keith told me as much. And about Toral" Swapping to Keith's lap, Lance held his head up, feeling more confident because of his fake eye "Whoa, dude. Are you ok?" "Of course I'm ok. Just a little overwhelmed" "You look pale" "Because Krolia just squeezed the quiznak out of me. Guys can we not make this awkward" "Sorry. I made extra pancakes" "Hunk, all is forgiven. I have missed real food so much and pancakes before training sounds so good" Pidge blinked "You're coming back to training?" "Coran says I'm doing better. Right?" "That you are Lance. Your recovery is somewhat miraculous, you've done marvellously over this past movement" "See. I'm miraculous and marvellous" "Alright. We can all go home. Lance is fine" "I wouldn't quite go that far. He still needs to take things easy, and will need to work on rebuilding the strength in his left leg" "Coran, stop bringing me down. I promise to use a training sword for now" "How are you going to train with..." Pidge stopped herself "What she means is..." Hunk leapt in, only to stutter to a fault "Say it" "You're depth perception is off" "Really? I thought I was walking into walls because they looked so pretty" He was defaulting back to being snippy and witty, attempting to redirect the attention, and because being himself wasn't what they wanted right now "Lance, if you need more time" "I'm sick of sitting around. Honestly. The other day I found myself trying to count all the tiles in the bathroom" "How many did you get?" "I gave up. I'm ready to feel normal again" "Lance, I think you should hold off going back to training" "Mum, I'm fine" "But..." "Fiiiiiiine. Keith, a little help here?" "I think you should wait" Lance jumped up off Keith's lap "Seriously?" "Baby" "Nope. I'm mad at you again. You didn't tell me mum was coming and now..." Oh quiznak. His words stopped abruptly, leaving him gaping like a goldfish. Shaking his head, he realised he hadn't remembered the tablet "Keith, did he forget his tablet" Krolia perked up "His tablet? Lance is on medication?" "No, I suppose a dataslate is the closest description. Lance has been having trouble with his words" "Trouble? For how long? Why didn't you tell me about this?" Pointing to Coran, Lance made talking movements with his hand, while the other pointed to his head "Lance?" "Krolia, if I may. When Lance was held prisoner, he was connected to Toral through a particularly nasty memory device. We've discussed this and the best theory we have is that when Lance feels close to saying something personal about Voltron and the team, his brain automatically tells him to be quite to protect us. Even though he is quite safe, he was disconnected abruptly and still experiencing side effects. Pidge created a tablet to help Lance communicate, but by the looks of it, he was in such a hurry this morning, that he forgot it. Am I right?" Lance nodded and gave Coran double thumbs up for explaining everything so easily "It comes and it goes. I was hoping he was having a good morning, but it seems something triggered him without even realising" "Not to be a downer, but he can't go on missions if he can't communicate" "I think he still needs to focus on recovering" Rolling his eye at Shiro, he forgot the glass eye wouldn't do the same "Did you just roll one eye? What's wrong with the other one?" "He's blind in one eye, remember Pidge" "Both should still move, shouldn't they?" "You mean you don't know his left eye is artificial?" Dammit Krolia. Why didn't she have to go drop such a bombshell when breakfast looks so nice? "What do you mean it's artificial? He's just blind..." "Pidge, that's enough" Keith growled the sentence as his anger flared, the scent setting the other 3 alphas. Pinching his nose at the onslaught of smell, he turned to smack Keith on the shoulder "What was that for?" Could Keith not smell the anger of their friends? With four angry alphas right there, his omega cowered in the back of his mind as if he'd actually done something gravely wrong "I think we all need to take a breath and calm down" "Lance, Buddy, you ok?" "He smells scared" Reaching out to pull him back into her lap, Krolia rubbed his back as she kissed him on the temple "You're ok. You've done nothing wrong and I am sorry for upsetting you. I didn't realise the rest of the team didn't know" "Lance, it doesn't change how we feel about you. You're still the heart and soul of Voltron" "Allura's right. Now that we know, we can try and hunt down some seriously cool tech. Ooooh. How do you feel about X-ray vision?" "Maybe night vision would be better?" "He is our sharpshooter. Can we perhaps find some way to help him calculate distances?" "Maybe there's something that can do all three?" "Perhaps this talk should wait. He seems to be growing more distressed" Shaking his head, he leant back into Krolia's hold, resting his head on her shoulder "We'll talk about this at another time. Our pancakes are getting cold, though it looks like Coran will have to fight the twins for his" "Let me take them" "It's quite alright Keith. You and Lance enjoy your breakfast, I'm more than happy to hold them while you eat" "I'll take Laneith, I've missed his cuddles" Lance nodded his permission and Allura took the boy into her hold "He's gotten so big. They both used to be so small" "They're still pretty small" "Yes, but what I mean is, they're now walking and beginning to talk. It seems like just yesterday we were meeting them both for the first time" "Oooooh, watch out Shiro. It sounds like Voltron's going to be adding to the number of children around here" "Pidge. Don't even joke about it. It's dangerous enough for two children, let alone anymore" "I'm just saying, things are much more fun now they're big enough to enjoy everything" "It's far too soon in our relationship to be considering children" "Not really. Keith got Lance pregnant when they were still dating" "Oh yeah. If you're going to be like that, when are you and Hunk planning on having children?" "Hunk and I have a fur baby. Besides, we're the super cool aunt and uncle" "That's what I thought. Now is not the time to be having children" "Shiro, you said that last time and look, we have two innocent minds to corrupt... I mean, educate" "She definitely means corrupt" "Pidge, you're not corrupting my sons" "Fine, I'll take your first born daughter" "You're not taking any of my children" Bringing his right hand to his stomach, Lance whined against Krolia's neck, wishing the conversation would hurry up and move along "Those are my grandchildren. The job of corruption falls to me" "Awww yes! Krolia gets it!" "Mum, don't encourage the gremlin" "Why not? It could be fun" "When one of your grandchildren comes back with no eyebrows, remember that you said it could be fun" "You burn your own eyebrows off once, and they never let you forget it"

Using her left hand, Krolia divided the stack of pancakes in front of them with her fork, piercing two thick pieces before bringing them up to his lips "Open up" Closing his eyes, Lance did as Krolia said, his friends laughing at sight "Leave him alone" "But it's so adorable! Lance is being fed by Krolia instead of Keith!" "Hunk will be spoon feeding you for a week if you keep this up" "Ooooh, I'm so scared. Hunk, Keith's being mean" "You brought that one yourself" "I did not. I just said what we're all thinking" "Something's don't need to be said" "Like how Lance's scent is a bit funny?" "Exactly like that" "I swear I know the smell, but I just can't place it" "Now that you mention it, it's really not his usual scent. Shiro?" "Don't look at me. He smells perfectly fine" "I didn't say it was a bad kind of..." "Pidge?" "I'm still trying to figure out where I know that smell from" "Well don't think too hard. We have training after this, and now Lance has rejoined us, we can work on our team building exercises" "I'll watch the boys. I can also take a look at Toral if you wish" "Thanks Krolia. We've kept her asleep in a pod due to the device in her chest. It's too dangerous to have her laying on an examination bed" So Toral hadn't woke up on her own because they were keeping her under? That made him feel the tiniest bit better. If it was like the others said, and she was connected to the same device that he had been, then it was definite for the best that she wasn't awake to suffer and they knew how to pull her out. Even if no one was prepared to go into her mind. Having been held prisoner her with her, Lance honestly felt like he was going to be the best choice, but already knew Keith would say no.

* Keith was smiling as he stepped into the training room. The boys were with Coran while Krolia checked on Toral, breakfast hadn't been completely awful, Lance had even made it through it without throwing up, though he was struggling with lingering jealousy with the fact his mate chose Krolia over him to help him eat and protect him. His husband was even feeling brave enough to play a small game of bump with Hunk, both bumping into each other playfully as they'd made their way here. As far as Keith was concerned, just because Lance was here, it didn't mean Lance was going to practice with the rest of them, but he didn't see the harm in his husband watching or doing some light leg exercises. Plus, if Lance was with them, he could actually see his mate was alright. Every time he'd left to go on a mission, since Lance's return, he'd had to fight his instincts over leaving their vulnerable mate alone, it was quiznakking exhausting being torn in two by his dynamic and job. With a new pup on the way, it got harder to get out of bed each morning, and a life celibacy was killing him. Lance was practically dripping pregnant pheromones, which somehow the others hadn't noticed, leaving his groin throbbing and aching, his arousal never really leaving. His alpha was dying to make his mate melt beneath him, to knot him, to bond with him all over again, to feel that love and warmth that came from being connected as one... He'd hoped Lance would be a little more up for physical contact after their shower, but his husband just couldn't, even flinching away when he'd woken up Keith nuzzling and kissing his neck. But today looked like a good day, so maybe he'd finally be open to something a little more.

"Alright. Today we will splitting into pairs. Hunk, you and Allura will be working together. Pidge, you're with Keith. You'll take turns protecting each other" "That leaves you with Lance?" "Lance isn't participating" Lance huffed, flipping him off. Pidge snorted, while Hunk hid his own laugh in a cough "Oh snap, Keith. I think Lance wants to participate" "Lance, you're still healing" "Keith, we're just going to start with the lower levels of the training simulator. It shouldn't be too hard" "Shiro, back off. He needs to work on his balance and rebuilding muscle tone" Taking a deep breath, Lance looked down before looking up, clenching his hands into fists, his eye narrowing as he cast a glance around the group. Here came another mood swing, he could see it all over his mates face "Fine. But if you're not going to let me train, at least let me practice summoning my Bayard" "Summoning your Bayard takes a toll..." "So you're all saying I'm useless?" "Lance. Bud, no one is saying you're useless" "Then why won't you let me practice! I lost my eye, not my life! Telling me not to be a Paladin and to rest... well, what did I go through everything for? If not to come back to you all?!" "Baby, no. We're just worried" "Then let me do this! Let me pretend everything is normal! I want to be normal! I want to be myself again! I don't want to be scared of something I don't know anything about! I'm so sick of being scared!" Lance trembled, his scent suddenly rising, so thick he could taste his distress. Not caring what his mate wanted, Keith rushed to pull him into his arms "Baby, you don't need to be scared. You're safe" "You keep saying I'm safe! How am I supposed to protect the boys! Another pup and all of you! How do I protect you all when I'm like this!?" "It's not your job to protect us... it's our job to protect you. You did so well. You did so well baby, you fought and you stayed alive... I know you hate standing still. I know you hate feeling like you're pulling the team down, but you aren't. We were all miserable without you. Nothing was right and each day blended into the next... you just being here... it gives us all strength" "I'm sorry" "You've got nothing to be sorry about baby. Nothing. I love you. I love you and I'm here. Nothing's going to hurt you" Lance's knees folded as he cried weakly against Keith's shoulder. Lifting his husband by his arse, Lance's legs wrapped around his waist, his lips moving against Keith's neck as he mumbled "I don't want to be useless. I want to be happy. I want to be me again" "It's ok. It's just going to take a little more time. Guys, I'm sorry but I'm going to take him back to our room" "Keith, did Lance just say he has to protect another pup?" Out of everything, that's what Allura was focused on? "Allura, perhaps now isn't the time. Lance looks exhausted. Keith, take him down so he can get some rest" "We'll talk about this later" "Just get some rest, and I'll bring something down for lunch in a few vargas" "Thanks, Hunk"

Lance was silent as he carried him back down to their room. His husband not letting go when he tried to place him down on the bed, causing them to end up with Keith pressed firmly against Lance's chest "Baby, I'm just going to move so I can hold you" "No! No... please don't let me go" "I'm not letting go" "I'm scared. Keith. I'm scared and I'm cold" "You're got nothing to be scared about" "I... Keith, I'm so close to remembering something. I know I am... but I don't know why I'm so scared" Lance was trembling underneath him, his fingers clutching him desperately as he turned as if to present his neck "You don't need to try so hard" "I... I just want to be useful" "You are" "I feel so weak" "Baby, you are not weak. You're the strongest person I know" "Everyone knows about the pup now" "So?" "They're going to be mad. I ruined the morning. I was trying so hard" "You didn't ruin anything. Everyone was really happy to see you" "You were angry. I could smell it" "I wasn't angry. I... I was jealous" "Because I was sitting on mum?" "You looked really cute, but... I wanted you with me. I wanted to be the one to protect you" "I'm not cute" "You are. And beautiful. And precious" "You're delusional..." Lance paused to sniff at him "... and horny? Are you seriously horny right now?" "I can't help it. You smell really good" "Keith, I'm scared" "Do you want me to let you go?" "No..." "Lance. I can't deny I want you, but I'm not going to do anything while you're scared. Let me move us so you're more comfortable and so I can hold you properly" "And you won't leave?" "I'm not going to leave" "Do you promise?" "I promise all I want to do right now is hold you, so no, I'm not leaving" "I sound so pathetic" "I think it's nice, you know, knowing how much you want me" "That's a convenient interpretation" "Doesn't make it any less true" "Fine. But if you leave, I'll never forgive you" Keith snorted, easing himself off of Lance so he could move to his usual side of the bed, pulling Lance up against him once he was settled. Burying his face against his neck again, Lance slipped his leg between Keith's, whining softly as he tried to press himself closer, despite the impossibility of the action "Better?" "Yeah" "Good. Get some sleep, you had a big morning" "Oh... I... I forgot to take my eye out... it feels weird" "Lift your head for me" Lance looked up for him, his cheeks dusted red as bit his bottom lip "Don't give me that face. It makes me want to kiss you" "Your stupid scent is making me slick" "I can't rein it back in" "Just please take this eye thing out" Keith swallowed hard, his alpha taunting him for not making the most of their slicking mate as he gently eased the fake eye out "What do I do with it?" "Put it on the ledge, I'll need to clean it later. I'm way too tired to deal with it now" If Lance was exhausted now, there was no way he would have made it through training safely. Maybe his omega had told him so, and that had triggered the flip in his attitude? Or maybe he'd just put his foot in it... snuggling back up to him, Lance let out a hum "What?" "Just sleepy. Make sure I don't sleep too long, or I won't sleep tonight" "I'm pretty sure you'll sleep tonight, even if you slept all day" "Oi. Don't make fun me" "I'm not" "Feels like you were" "Nope. How about I just wake you up when Hunk brings lunch down?" "Yeah. That sounds good. Sorry. I wasn't this sleepy this morning" "It's fine, but the more you talk, the less sleep you get" "Point taken. ' love you" "Love you too, baby"

Keith swore Krolia planned her visit right down to the tick. The moment Lance started snoring was the moment their door opened his mother came walking in "Is he sleeping?" "No, he's just snoring for his health" "Why didn't you tell me he was pregnant again? Or that he'd lost an eye? Didn't you trust me?" "Of course I trust you. He just didn't want anyone to know. It's barely been a phoeb since he woke up. He's been working hard, but between his mood, hormones and side-effects, it's just been intense. You're the one who told us not to share anything too personal, anyway" Krolia rolled her eyes, sinking down on the edge of their bed "I would have liked to know my son was half dead" "Mum, don't. I seriously can't deal with much more right now" "I can smell it on you" "Lance could too. The thought of being intimate scares him, so I've been trying not to push him" "Did they...?" "He doesn't remember. He was in rough shape, so we can't say anything for sure. And if he does remember, it'll be hard to say what actually happened, and what happened while in that memory device" "I'm surprised you've left Toral like that" "You're surprised? We've had a hard enough time making things feel as normal for Lance as we could. Toral is safe as she is right now, and once Lance gets to a good place, we can see about releasing her" "She might have information on what happened to them" "And she might freak out and take Lance down with her. I am not risking my husband and our pup, not when I've finally got him back" "If he's struggling..." "No. Don't" "I'm just saying..." "Well don't say it and don't say it around him. If he remembers what was done to him, I might lose him all together. Even if he hates me for it, I'm going to protect him" "You do know you're not alone. You have the whole team. You have the Blade of Marmora. You have the planets in the Coalition. All you have to do is ask" "How can we ask? We're supposed to be protecting them all. It's already hard enough because we can't form Voltron. Lance hasn't even gone to see Red" "Does that mean you think he can't continue his role as Paladin?" "I honestly don't know. He's been through so much, and now another pup is coming" "Is it yours?" "Of course it's mine" "He was tortured..." "Coran did a test, and the results say it's mine" "I wouldn't put it past the Galra..." "I didn't ask you to come so you could pick apart everything we've been trying to build back up" "Keith. I'm worried about both of you" "You worrying isn't going to help Lance. This morning, he was so excited to see you. That's why were late. He wanted to change so that he looked good for you, because he didn't want you to worry" Unable to keep the anger from his shaking and rising tone, Lance whined while trying to burrow his face into his shoulder "K-Keith?" "It's ok baby, just go back to sleep" Scowling at Krolia, Keith made his feelings clear. Yes the baby thing might be too good to be true, and yes he was still worried about it, but he knew that pup was his. He knew it from the very bottom of his gut, and he didn't need Krolia putting more ideas in Lance's head "I'll come back later" "Good. And try not to bring him down any further than he is"

He didn't need the added stress, and he hadn't invited his mother to start a fight. He just needed someone else around to help with Lance when he freaked out... not someone else to freak Lance out. He definitely didn't need her filling his husband's head with ideas on dealing with Toral. Ideas he hadn't had himself. He'd thought about hooking Lance up to Toral, about letting Lance come out of the memory connection naturally. But he just couldn't. Lance was just... he was his world and he'd rather he never be whole if that meant he wouldn't be broken. He was horrible and selfish, undeserving of Lance's intoxicating love... His possessiveness even prompting him to leave Lance sleeping when Hunk dropped lunch off, curtly dismissing the anxious alpha worry before coldly hurting him by snarling at him to "get lost", when all Hunk had done was innocently enquire as to how Lance was feeling, and offer to watch over him so Keith could go to the bathroom and check in with the twins. He was quiznakked up, and Lance was going to be so disappointed.

* Dinner time was shrouded in a thick aura of awkward, with Lance having no idea what was going on. Hunk had made a cake congratulating him on his pregnancy, and everyone had been much more supportive than he'd expected as he'd explained how far along he was and that the one pup seemed to be doing really well. If he was being technical, he'd have to phrase it that everyone apart from Shiro who'd decided to think more like the leader of Voltron and soldier than a friend had been super supporting, while Shiro was on the fence, but Lance had expected that and that wasn't the problem. Keith wouldn't look at the others, instead sat their with his arms crossed and his brow drawn leaking anger. Krolia wouldn't look at him or Keith instead she was focused on keeping the twins out of the cake, and Hunk... Hunk wouldn't look at him. His best friend smelt scared and worried, yet when Lance had tried to reach out and take his hand, he'd moved it away! Which was confusing as all Quiznak! Was it his eye? He seemed ok about the pup... so why did his best friend seemingly hate him now! Drawing into himself, he hid his face against his legs as he started to cry, embarrassed over the fact he was, and over the fact he couldn't stop his stupid tears. Even being miserable, no one said anything. He didn't want the attention, but he did want someone just to notice. Someone to tell him he was imagining this awkwardness. But it never came. Dinner passed with him still curled up, his friends leaving until it was just him, Keith and the boys. Even Krolia had left him to cry. Hearing her leave, Lance untangled himself. The omega climbing to his feet slowly as he wiped at his face "Lance?" "I'm going to bed" "Did you eat enough?" So now he cared? When he'd finally given up "I'm fine. Can I carry the boys?" "I've got them" "Ok..."

It was the worse feeling. All his secrets coming out and being left to stew in his own misery. Reaching their bedroom before the nursery, he wanted to reach out and kiss his sons. He wanted to read them to sleep, and have cuddles, but they were nearly asleep in Keith's arms. Meaning their was no space for him. Placing his hand on the door pad, he was stepping inside before Keith even seemed to notice. Wasn't there something Keith wanted to tell him? If he'd made everyone mad, why wasn't Keith telling him what he'd done? "Lance?" "I'm going to get ready for bed" "Okay. Do you need help?" "No, but can I maybe sleep alone tonight" Keith sighed, but nodded. His scent remaining calm and level, the complete opposite to Lance's racing heart and shaking limbs "If that's what you need" Hadn't his husband promised to never leave him, mere vargas earlier? Was he mad he'd slept so late? He couldn't think of anything else he could be mad about... the pup? It had to be. Keith didn't want the pup, and he didn't know how to tell him... no. Keith wanted their pup... so he was the problem. He wasn't getting better fast enough for them. They probably saw right through him, like they always had.

* After barely sleeping thanks to his stupid anxieties, the next few quintants were exhausting. Krolia would sit with him, or ask him about the pups, but she never really seemed to be fully there. Keith hadn't crawled into bed with him like he'd expected, and Hunk still wouldn't meet his eyes... eye. Coran and Allura were busy being diplomatic, which usually involved Keith, or sometimes Shiro, depending on the race they were talking to, leaving Lance to feel like he was going through the motions all alone. Without Keith by his side, he felt vulnerable and open to attack from unseen force, while all the work he'd put into things seemed to slip away like sand through his fingers. He couldn't hold meals down. He couldn't remember what he was doing. He couldn't even crack a fake joke or a smile. He was there, but he wasn't at the same time.

Fed up with not being able to sleep, Lance quietly crept through the castle, making his way up to the bridge for the sheer fact that the room had the best view of the stars. On Earth he'd had the ocean to calm him, but tonight all he wanted to do was watch the stars. Slipping into the bridge, he mentally cheered over the fact the room was empty. Even being ignored by everyone, he still somehow managed to stumble across one his friends as he tried to stay out of their way, but this time he had the whole room to himself. Making his way over to the window, he sank down and rested his head against it, the coldness feeling nice when compared to his sweaty nest. How he still managed to sweat up a storm while being freezing cold was beyond him.

Sitting there, Lance watched the stars twinkle far beyond his reach. Most likely some of them were actually planets they'd liberated, or Voltron had liberated while he was just in the background. Closing his eyes, Lance drew his hood up, hiding the fact he was once again silently crying. Coran had said he'd kept his mouth shut and feared talking in case he said something wrong, but he was home. He should feel like he was home. Home was supposed to feel warm and welcoming, not frosty and awkward like it had for the last half a movement. He needed to change that. He needed to do something to bring his friends back together again. Something to make them all smile again, because him just being around wasn't cutting it. As he reached out and placed his palm flat against the glass window, the door behind him opened, causing him to try and meld into the glass. If they couldn't see him, he wasn't there, and if he wasn't there, then they were really ignoring him "Lance? Everything ok?" Shiro's voice was soft, yet carried well over the usually humming of the castle's functions. The alpha's steps were soft as he crossed the room, coming to sit down across him "Lance?" "Hey, Shiro" "Are you ok?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "Because you've been quiet for days, and it's the middle of the night" "If it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" "I couldn't sleep" "I, um, couldn't sleep either" "Lance, I know you've been through a lot, and I know you might not want to talk about it, but I want to be some help, if I can be" "Do you have a time machine?" "A time machine?" "Yeah, so I can go back to before this all happened" "Before what happened?" "All of it? None of it? I don't know. Before I made everyone mad" "You think we're mad at you?" "You don't need to pretend you're not" "Lance, no ones mad at you" "You could have fooled me. I know I'm not getting better fast enough" "You're doing well" "Then why does everyone hate me?" "Why don't you take a deep breath and tell me what happened?" "I can't tell you, because I don't know. Keith's keeping his distance from me. Hunk won't look at me, and when I try to touch him, he practically runs away. Pidge hasn't been making fun of me. You, Coran and Allura are all busy, so I can't blame you for not talking to me. I just wish I knew what happened" "Keith and Hunk had a fight" Lance frowned at Shiro "They fought?" "Keith lost his cool at Hunk, and he probably doesn't know how to apologise" "But Hunk is a giant teddy bear, how can anyone be mad at him" "You were upset, and he snapped. With the anger coming off Keith, my guess would be that Hunk doesn't want to accidentally upset him or you" "He's my best friend! I just wanted to thank him. I wanted to try and tell him I was grateful, but now he won't even look at me. Everyone treats me like I'm a burden. I don't want to be a burden. I don't. I just don't know what to do" "I'm sorry for my part in this. I didn't want to upset you, not anymore. Especially not when you're expecting another pup" "It's Keith's" "I never said it wasn't" "I don't know how it is, but it is" "Are you excited?" "About the pup? Maybe. I lost two and half phoebes of my life that I can never get back, and when I finally get my head on straight, I find out in pregnant again. Everything is changing and I can't keep up" "If everything is changing, why not try taking control?" "Because no one fills me in on what you guys are up to" "It's really nothing much" "That's what you all say. I'm stuck on the castle and it's boring. I'm tired of the artificial light and the recycled air. I want to go out side. I want to be able to talk a walk without anyone around. I... I want to talk to Toral, and I want to remember what happened" "Lance, that could break you" "And it could fix me! I want to remember. I feel like I'm forgetting something super duper important, but I can't tell you what it is" "We're still..." "It's been phoebes since this all began. Toral has the answers I need, but there's no way Keith would let me go see her" "Then why don't we go see her together?" "Um, because I'm barely even a Paladin and you're dating Allura. The others would be mad" "I don't agree with keeping Toral in status. We got you out of one of those devices before, so I don't see why we can't get her out" "Really? Do you remember?" "No. I've been talking to Allura about it" "Oh..." "Lance, there are things in this life that only you can do, but they're not going to happen if you give up before you try" "I just don't want to make Keith mad" "Keith's always mad about something" "Not always. He... he promised he'd never leave, and then that same night he let me sleep alone" "It's probably the day he had a fight with Hunk. He probably didn't want to upset you by telling you" "Being ignored is a hundred times worse. Shiro, do you really think we can help Toral?" "I do" "So we can go see her now?" "You should probably sleep. You don't look like you've been sleeping" "I can't. Not without Keith... it's stupid, but I've been too scared and anxious. Can we please just go see Toral now?" "Alright"

Toral was sleeping peacefully in her pod as the pair of them stared at her. For someone who'd been held prisoner, the girl looked stunning. Not a single slash or scar blemished her beautiful face. Moving over to the control panel, Shiro didn't even seem to think twice as he opened the pod, sending Toral slumping to the floor. Lance had nearly gone to grab her, but the experience from being on the receiving end of one those devices made him freeze in place. He could have possibly just sent the girl hurtling back into whatever assault was prying into her memories. Jogging back to join him, Shiro gave him a warm smile as he knelt by Toral "Lance, we can't help her if you're not even going to touch her" "Sorry. I froze... the thought of what's going on in her head..." "It doesn't matter what she's seeing. We both know the way to get her out, so we need to help her" Lance mumbled the words to himself "If you die in your dream, you wake up..." "Besides, we don't know if we'll be taken in. We've all touched her since we pulled her out the satellite and none of us were sucked in. It could be that though this device looks the same, it works completely differently" "Should we call the others?" "No... we'll take care of this ourselves. Are you ready?" Lance looked to Toral and nodded, he felt like he owed her for something, but had no idea what. Placing his hand on hers, the omega felt a sudden rush of energy, before he was tumbling like Alice down the rabbit hole. He couldn't do much, but this could be the very thing he needed, so there was no way he was turning back.

[tgwltw]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Damian x sister!reader where she's a bit younger and has Damian wrapped around her finger? Thank you!

I’ll be working on your requests so look out for some updates from me today! I received many things that made me happy today so I’m super pumped up to write some more! Thank you for sending in your request and hope you enjoy!

Damiannever thought he would not be the youngest of the Wayne. Then again, he alsonever thought he would ever have big brothers that he secretly looks up to letalone be a big brother to anyone. Oh, he thought wrong.

“Da-mi-an!”You shout his name at the top of your lungs as you ran around the park, chasingTitus and Alfred the Cat. Damian shakes his head, crossing his arms when therest of the people turn to look in his direction. They were all probablywondering why the youngest two of the Wayne family are out and about in ameasly park with their pets. “Come on!” You call out to him, letting Titus havehis exercise without you running after him and somehow, in order to notaccidentally step on Alfred the Cat’s tail, you ended up tripping over your owntwo feet.

Damianrushes over to you when that happens, concern plastered on his face. Your lipsbegin to quiver and tears start welling up in your eyes when you catch sight ofyour scratched and bleeding knees. “Damian,” You lift your hands up, showinghim that your hands are scratched too but thankfully they are not bleeding.

Titusbarks, nuzzling his head on to your shoulder. He always seems to know when tocheer you up and when Alfred the Cat meows at you, you sniffle, looking atDamian.

“Tt.”Damian picks you up in his arms, making sure to hold you in such a way thatwould not irritate your injuries further. You wipe your snot on his shoulders,causing Damian to tsk in disdain. “Honestly, Y/N.” He rolls his eyes as he carefullywalks to the bench he had been sitting on. “Had you listened to me earlier whenI told you not to run after Titus, this would not have happened.” The bite inhis tone is not present and instead, Damian is talking to you softly, lesscondescendingly and gently. He only ever talks like this when he is with you.

Apout appears on your face and you rub your eyes. You don’t want to cry rightnow, at least not in front of your big brother. What if he doesn’t let you joinhim on his walks with Titus and Alfred the Cat anymore? What if he doesn’t wantto bring you to the park? Where are you going to play chase?

Damianreaches the bench and deposits you carefully on it. “Tt.” He shakes his headonce again, calculating the time he would need in order to go to the drug storehe had seen earlier. “Stay put, Y/N. Do not go running off with strangers andif anyone threatens you to go with them, what do you do?” Damian looks at youright in the eyes and you almost pout before you remembered the answer.

“Kickthem where the sun doesn’t shine!” Jason tells you every single time when hebrings you out for ice-cream runs and you giggle at the annoyed look onDamian’s face. “Or you pretend you aren’t Y/N Wayne and run away!” You correctyourself. Honestly all of your older brothers tell you different things to doin worse case scenarios so sometimes you get a little bit confused,

“Tt.”Damian merely pats your head. “Of course, might as well do as you havementioned. Be good, Y/N.” He might need to talk to the rest of his olderbrothers and give them a serious reprimanding – they also probably should starttraining you properly too. Lest anyone tries to take you away from them (notlike Damian will ever let them get away with you).

Youwatch your big brother until he disappears from your sight with Titus andswitch to looking at your hands and knees. Alfred the Cat climbs up the benchto settle beside you. You grin at him before assessing your knees: it hasstopped bleeding and the blood is starting to dry up. You begin to hum a songthat you heard from one of your favourite cartoon shows, scratching Alfred theCat’s head, wincing every time your scratches sting with pain.

Damianappears in front of you. Titus lays his head on the bench, right next to Alfredthe Cat. “Sister.” You grin happily at your brother and blink a few times whenhe crouches in front of you. “Here, something for you to munch on.” He handsyou your favourite ice-cream and frowns. “Just make sure Pennyworth does notcatch wind of what I have given you unless you want him to not bring dinner forus.” Damian still remembers that one time you accidentally let it slip toAlfred about how Damian had given you sweets and chocolates right before dinner(it spoiled your appetite) and that had been a nightmare.

Yougiggle, nodding your head as you held out one of your pinkie to Damian. “Pinkypromise! Timmy said I should do this!” You wiggle your pinkie and Damianfinally lets out a small smile at what you have just said before connecting hispinkie finger with yours. “Done! I won’t tell Alfred!” You tell him happilybefore eating your ice-cream.

Watchingyou enjoying the treat he had bought makes Damian think he is finally gettingthe hang out of this whole thing about being a big brother. There are timeswhen he feels exhausted just by being with you but there is that air ofinnocence in you that he cherishes a lot. It is, frankly speaking, a nicechange of pace.

Damiancan ever hear Todd snickering in his mind. “She’s got you wrapped around herlittle fingers.” Damian rolls his eyes even though he could no longer denythat. You truly do have him wrapped around your fingers. Like going to thispark for instance. You had been expressing your desire to go to the park to runaround (Alfred has banned you from running around the Garden with Titus becauselook what happened to his flower beds) and Alfred was supposed to bring you(this was the compromise) but unfortunately, something unavoidable came up(Alfred simply must be the one to pick up Father from his company). So themoment you turn your puppy-eyes to Damian, that is when he knew he lost.

Hehad actually wanted to train earlier but he couldn’t even say no to. Damianthinks he isn’t able to say no to you.

“Didyou get my favourite Band-Aid?” You ask with your mouth full of ice-cream so itsounds very garbled and incoherent. Not so surprisingly, Damian understoodevery single thing even if he thinks you might need a lesson on etiquette.

“Tt.Must you ask?” He pulls out your favourite Band-Aid causing you to giggle.“Next time, we should consider getting knee-pads for you.” Damian murmurs,making a mental note to suggest to Father and puts the Band-Aid on your knees,quickly packing away everything he had used to clean your knees. He stands upand dusts his shorts. “Come, let us head back.”

Titusbarks happily and Alfred the Cat simply pads over to Titus before settling ontop of his head. Titus barks again as he starts heading towards the directionof the manor.

Younod your head before jumping off the bench, quickly finishing your ice-cream.You throw the rubbish out before holding on to Damian’s pinkie. He shakes hishead and holds on to your hand properly, the smile on his face widens. “Let’sgo home, sister.”

[syberiawinx]

What NicoB Did To Me.

I’ve debated making this post for a long time, largely because there isn’t a big Nico community on Tumblr, and I doubted anyone would listen or care.  This whole incident showed me how some of his fans can act, turning a blind eye to the truth just because of their love for Nico, even when he is in the wrong.  But I’m in agony, and I can’t just let Nico get away with the horrible thing he did.  Even if none of you believe me, hopefully, someone will at least see this and know the truth.

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Once upon a time, I was one of Nico’s biggest fans.  He was one of my favorite YouTubers, and like many of you, his humor helped me through a lot of hard times.  That’s what made what eventually happened so much more painful.  I had been a member of the community for years, had a lot of friends, had never had any real problems or fights, and had been helping the mods to the point where they were saying I was such an asset to the community and talking about making ME a mod.  They’d literally just thanked me and said as much mere minutes before it happened.

I suddenly found myself banned.

There was no warning or explanation-I wasn’t even told I’d been banned.  No notice from YouTube is given when this happens, your comments just become invisible to everyone but you.  As such, you could go years or even your whole life without ever realizing you’ve been banned.  Thankfully, I realized not long after it happened, but that didn’t help much.  I felt...humiliated.  I’d been talking cheerfully with you all, and not one of you could or would ever see a word of it.  All my past comments were gone too.  My whole existence had essentially been erased from the community.

I suffer from a very severe anxiety disorder.  Suddenly being banned, being unable to watch one of my favorite YouTubers, and having my very existence erased...it made me have an attack.  I desperately reached out to Nico for answers, confiding in him about my anxiety and just how bad a place I was in, but he never replied.  Due to a glitch in YouTube, I was able to reach out to the mods and another regular user via an existing comment thread we’d all been a part of.  I told them of my anxiety too, as I was getting more and more worked up as this dragged on, and I wanted them to understand how I felt and how desperately I needed answers.  Initially, they reassured me, with Miles Hikari-one of the mods and my main contact throughout all this-telling me that several of the mods actually suffered from similar disorders and understood.  The regular user, Anon, seemed confused by my ban too.  We did not get along, but he acknowledged I’d never done anything that should warrant that.  The mods had no idea what was going on either and attempted to contact Nico.  I made it clear I was not looking for a “second chance”, as I knew I had done nothing to ruin my first one.  I wanted answers, and preferably, this ban lifted.

When the mods got back to me, they passed on Nico’s reasons for banning me, and keep in mind he said these things knowing the dark place I was in at the time.

He told me he hated me.  He told me all of you hated me.  He said I had no friends in the community, and that everyone wanted me gone.  According to him, I’m an abusive bully who is a toxic presence-who poisons everything she touches.  He claimed that he had spoken to several of you and none of you had anything good to say.  

I...wanted to die.  I truly and utterly wanted to die.  This pushed me into an even darker place.  I’d never had any real fights with anyone, the mods seemed to like me, and I was under the impression I had a lot of friends.  Whether it was true or not, hearing this destroyed me.

But at the same time, I knew something was off.  Who had said these things?  I could not see any of you hating me that much, because I couldn’t think of any thing I had done that would warrant it.  They would not give me a single name.  So I instead asked them to show me some examples of me being abusive or toxic, because I knew I had NEVER behaved in such a way, let alone over the course of many years.  They refused to provide me with a single post.  To top it all off, it seemed weird.  If I was this hated, why had Anon and the mods seemingly been unaware of it when they learned I had been banned?  If I was this awful a person, surely they would not have been surprised and confused by this occurrence?  In fact, if I’d been behaving like that for years, why had I not been banned or even warned ever before this?

It didn’t add up,   I pointed these things out to the mods, and they dragged things out longer, claiming they were “talking with Nico”.  I repeatedly asked to be part of a group convo with all them, because I was stressing out worse and worse as time passed, and I knew the best way to resolve this would be for us all to talk, but they refused.

When they finally responded, it was not to post the proof I had asked for.  They’d actually abandoned their original claims  Instead, they talked down to and humiliated me.  They found out about aggressive bullying I’d been subjected to on a certain site that had been blamed on me and a girl on DA I’d commissioned to do art for me who’d falsely claimed I harassed her.  The mods used these upsetting incidents from over THREE YEARS AGO to justify my ban, telling me my behavior was unacceptable, and that while they were willing to give me a second chance, they would be watching me.

Naturally, this just made me more upset...and more livid.  I told them off as politely as I could, as did Anon.  They then abandoned THAT line of arguing and brought up several recent “incidents” Nico told them about that they said were the REAL reasons I was banned.  The “Ni No Kuni Freakout”, the “Fire Emblem War”, and me allegedly spamming Nico with panicked/demanding messages and threatening him on Twitter.  

Since my comments are invisible, I have included a screenshot of the alleged “Ni No Kuni Freakout”, which was the last comment I made before the ban.  As you can see, it was clearly not a freakout, nor deserving of a ban.  I don’t remember which video the Fire Emblem discussion took place on, but it was just that-a discussion.  Anon, who was part of it, remembered that, while me and him disagreed about things, we were not hostile or fighting.  It was no war.  The mods, when this was pointed out to them, instead claimed that I had brought up Fates solely to START a fight and to drag the thread off-topic, even though that specific mod was actually the one who encouraged it, and the original topic was Fire Emblem to begin with.

As for Twitter, this was where it became clear Nico had not only exaggerated, he outright lied.  See, I’m not active on Twitter, so anyone who goes to my profile under this same username can see the FOUR messages I sent him.  

This is the first Tweet, sent to him after a certain AAI2 video went up:

“Nico, you do realize tthis thumbnail is kind of a big spoiler? Some people are pretty upset, so you might wanna change it.”

The remaining three were sent several days later, when he addressed the spoiler thumbnail in his next AAI2 video.  One had to be split in two due to the character limit: 

“A spoiler is a spoiler-that thumbnail ruins a really big moment.  Please remove it before anyone else sees it?"

“Also, you knew it was a spoiler, then put it IN your next vid? You may be able to hide it via annotation, but it was a bad move."

“Sorry if any of this annoys you.  Twitter's character limit doesn't let me say what I want how I want."

And there you have it.  No spam and certainly no threats.  The last Tweet was even an apology, because my anxiety had me so worried he’d take offense to how blunt Twitter’s character limit forced me to be.

It was at this point that I lost Anon’s support.  Throughout the whole thing, he’d been on my side, but saying that Nico must have just made a mistake.  Once it became clear he had purposefully twisted facts and lied, Anon flipped out and turned on me, unable to accept it.  The mods also started ignoring me, and I was banned from the Steam community, the Facebook, and who knows where else.  I can’t watch Nico’s videos anymore, and I’ve been unable to get in touch with any of my former friends in the community.  

It’s been about six months since then, and every day I feel worse.  I miss you all, and the fact that Nico did all this for whatever unknown reason and said all those horrible lies about me, when I was already in such a bad place...  He acts so nice, and everyone thinks he is this sweet, lovable guy, but he is not.  No kind person would do this.  I don’t care what his personal reason for hating me is, I did not deserve to be banned, and he should have been honest about it.  I’d love it if the ban was lifted and Nico apologized, but let’s face it, that’s not going to happen.  I mean, he didn’t care how badly he hurt me, and he didn’t care if I hurt myself.  My life means nothing to him.  

If you bothered to read all this, thanks.  I still doubt anyone will believe me, but at least the truth it out there.  It feels good to expose it.  And Nico, if YOU ever happen to read this, though I don’t see that ever happening, you can still make this right.  You have to know what you did and how you handled this was wrong.  If you had a problem with me, you could have talked to me.  You didn’t have to ban me, and you didn’t have to lie.  You abused your power as a popular YouTuber and caused me months of emotional anguish and depression that still has not gone away.  Only you can end this.  

[fountainpenguin]

The TV Tropes Trivia page for "The Fairly OddParents" says Birch Hartman once had an idea for a film that was never made. Timmy, feeling sorry for all the other kids Vicky babysat, would wish that every child has a fairy godparent. Because Vicky was under 18, she would also get a godparent - Jorgen Von Strangle. And with fewer fairies to stop them, the Anti-Fairies and Pixies would take over. What do you think? Would Amity allow this? Would Timmy's wish brainwash them so that Vicky seemed nice?

Aww, seriously? I got cheated out of seeing Pixies? Dude, that’s so lame.

The obvious problem here is that it’s been established in show canon that there are not enough godparents for every child. Some fans seem to believe the number of Fairies is 81,000 because that’s how many could fit in the stadium in “Temporary Fairy”. My assumption was that it was just how many fit before it reached capacity, so I personally upped the count a tad.

I did some math last year to figure out how many Fairies were alive during H.P.’s time, and came up with about 7,000 (By the time Wilcox is born, that’s less than the population of Faeheim alone, which bothers H.P. a lot and gives him old people feels). Taking into account the rates they reproduce (including fairies not having babies after Cosmo), this is proportional to how many humans were alive in the time period parallel I set him in.

Unfortunately I tossed that math thinking I wouldn’t need it anymore, and I don’t remember WHAT time period it was and can’t be bothered to work it out right now, but there were dirt floors covered with straw, people mainly used curtains instead of doors, living rooms and kitchens were typically combined into “keeping rooms”, and a firepit in the middle of the floor (not over by the wall in a fireplace just yet) was the main source of light (Candles came much later- lanterns were only for genies for awhile).

Note: I tried to keep Fairy technology advancing at the same general pace human society did, though of course Fairies live longer. H.P. has seen people write with clay tablets, engrave on metal, use ink and parchment, and type on paper. It took them longer than humans to figure out papyrus because it’s not available in most areas of the cloudlands.

ANYWAY, I ended up having like 86,909 Fairies alive. They’re just not a people who reproduce very quickly. Actually, since edibles have to be grown on Earth, there have never been too many Fairies who farm. It was actually the people who were rich enough to survive on Earth who claimed the farms first (they could afford transport costs of goods to and from the cloudlands); thus, it did not benefit the poorer populations to have larger families who could work the soil. Unlike humans, the Fairykind had the option of looking to Alien societies when they built their own. The idea of rent sprang up very quickly. It behooved poorer families to have fewer kids so they could save money.

Worldbuilding tangent: Those of us ladies in first-world countries are usually anticipated by society to become mothers; raising children is seen as one of the most important things a woman can do in her life. 

Not so in Fairy society! The Fairykind can only gain nutrients, fill their hungry stomachs, and even get most taste from food not touched by magic- aka, food grown in Earth dirt that hasn’t been tilled with magic-made tools. This is why they settled the cloudlands around Earth to begin with, and not around some rocky planet that couldn’t support life.

However, even with the expanses of the Earth before them, food has always been a limited resource. Ergo, society promotes the idea that parenting is more of a leisure activity, and you shouldn’t have kids unless you know you can afford them. A homeless or struggling Fairy with kids is viewed even more negatively than a homeless or struggling person without kids (particularly with the way Fairy menstrual cycles work, b/c many subspecies have “breeding seasons” and stuff that marks their fertility, and at other times - for decades or centuries at a time - they could mate as much as they wanted without the risk of pregnancy. As a result, “accidents” are viewed by outsiders in a very “Wow, your parents are either really stupid or really hormonal” kind of way.

The subspecies lower on the ladder are constantly “always fertile” like humans; hence, why they’re on the bottom of the ladder. Remember that Cupid’s family line are the ones who designed the social ladder in the first place; they based it off cycles like this. Obviously, they are more prone to accident babies, and more prone to struggling, and they continue to be cast in a bad light by society.

And yes, Praxis deliberately tried to cast Ambrosine into the struggling position when he cut off his funds after Ambrosine had H.P. as a teenager- and Ambrosine put H.P. in the same scenario when H.P. had his third kid and there was still no supportive mother in sight.

Do you see where I’m going with this? Promote the idea that status can only fall with marriage and not raise a lower-ranked person up, and ta-da! The Fairy caste system is in place and keeps the power in the hands of wealthy fairies- families who tend to marry cousins to keep their wealth in the family. A poor full-blooded fairy is technically still ranked higher than, say, a rich elf on a legal level where inheritances and things are concerned. In personal interactions, not so much.

Compare this with Anti-Fairy society, which places a heavier focus on family loyalty- if you choose to keep the kid. In Anti-Fairy society, you basically have the right to give up the kid at birth since you had to have the kid if your counterpart did, whether you wanted to or not. Antis dumping their kids in the middle of nowhere is the stereotypical exception rather than the rule, and used by Fairies when they want to paint Antis in a bad light. In reality, Anti-Fairy society has systems in place where you can take pups, and other Antis who want kids but are infertile because their counterparts haven’t had any can adopt them. 

However, if you choose to accept the kid and you begin spending resources on it, then this idea of family loyalty comes into play, because bats roost in colonies, see. It’s a very, “I didn’t HAVE to keep you, but I did, so don’t you dare make me regret this by dishonoring the family name we’re risking for you” kind of thing. With these family ties in mind, if a teenage Anti-Fairy parent kept their kid, it would reflect poor on the teen’s parents for not stepping in to help them raise it. Raise, yes- politics are a different story sometimes.

SO! This idea of parenting being a leisure activity for Fairies contributes to A) Fairies not rioting when they couldn’t have kids anymore, and B) Their population being small.

What were we talking about again? Oh yeah. Family size, the Fairy population, and Amity. Sorry.

86,909 Fairies alive in my headcanon at the time of “Jimmy Timmy Power Hour”. There are more human kids than that. If this wish affected the entire world, this means that even Fairies who haven’t been trained to be godparents would get sucked into this.

Realistically, this is a wish that the Fairy Council would never allow, and it should shut down Cosmo and Wanda’s wands. You would think this would be one of the very first additions in Da Rules, because it could seriously screw up society and cause unnecessary stress, panic, and chaos.

So it’s not so much Amity having a say in whether this wish is okay or not, though they would be the ones to decide which fairies get which godchildren, and it would a be a rush job so they wouldn’t study personalities first. The godparents they have on file probably have personality details written that they could glance at, but they don’t have time to evaluate ALL the Fairies. In fact, they probably wouldn’t have time to evaluate all the kids: Hence, Vicky may have slipped through the ranks there. 

Odd that she’d end up with Jorgen. Jorgen’s position as Keeper of Da Rules is pretty important, so you’d think he and the Council would be the absolute last resorts, and Amity isn’t allowed to assign them without their permission. I suppose they would have said, “This is important, so I’ll volunteer”, and Amity assigned them to the first kids to come up. In which case, Jorgen and the Council likely would have been “brainwashed” by the wish in the same way they were by the Secret Wish (and they’d probably treat it as seriously).

Of course, things would be a little easier on Amity if the wish only affects Dimmsdale (especially if Timmy just wanted all the kids who had been bullied by Vicky to get godparents). In theory, Fairies (and Anti-Fairies) who have passed their certification classes and been licensed to be godparents apply to Amity in the hopes of being assigned to a child. So, when Timmy makes the wish, Amity would simply take all these certified newbies and assign them to godkids, and possibly make certification classes easier, or even offer temporary certification to students “because this is an emergency”.

Still, there is a godparent shortage going on right now, and evidently has been since “Temporary Fairy”. Jorgen said in “The Big Fairy Share Scare” that Fairies simply weren’t pursuing godparenting as a job anymore- probably because you have to pass all those tests and you get paid by commission; you’re out of luck if your kid loses you and you don’t get assigned to another one for years. 

Additionally, after the ban on fairy babies was lifted when Poof was born, many fairies are entering that age where they’ve accumulated sufficient funds to support themselves and are looking for leisure activities (or otherwise taking advantage of this opportunity for parenthood in case the window of opportunity closes again). They’re interested in settling down and raising families. There are only so many times you can be ripped away from a godkid before you begin craving something more permanent. 

Cosmo and Wanda are a team and had been with Timmy for many years; they were confident in their ability to raise Poof while still being his fairies (though we know this was rough on Timmy at first during Season 6). Some other godparents, after losing their kids, probably decided to take some time off. Fairy World is having a baby boom right now, so to speak. If Timmy made this wish for all the kids to have godparents, then these godparents would definitely be ordered back onto the field. Retired experts are first in line, before hopeful newbie fairies (or dust forbid, Anti-Fairies) are approved for work.

If this movie ever does get made, I’ll have to debate over whether or not I consider it canon. I’ll probably say, “It’s canon, but depending on the number of kids who get fairies, you may need to pretend that each godparent is assigned to multiple kids, except Jorgen because he does what he wants”.