#my brother and I went to see the new movie we are siblings in arms but siblings in autism

[cyberpawn]

vale transformers au....

[in1-nutshell]

TRANSFORMERS ONE IS OUT! Unfortunately, I couldn't watch it in theaters because work and money is a bit tight right now. I can't wait for this movie to come out in YouTube Movies to watch it. Since we both know it's obviously gonna have a sad ending, do you mind if I added a bit more sadness in this request? Orion Pax has a younger sibling that he raised named Buddy. Buddy loves both Orion Pax and D-16 as a family. Buddy is willing to bite some ankles if anybody was mean to someone Buddy cares about. Buddy is also tagging along with them in the adventures, much to Orion's dismay and dread. I heard there is gonna be a fight between them at the near ending. Buddy is horrified and scared that those two bots that Buddy considered their family is now fighting each other as enemies. Buddy begs and screams at them to stop, but Optimus and Megatron obviously won't. When Optimus and Megatron shoot each other at the same time, in a moment of panic and terror for their loved ones - Buddy jumps in between them and get hit by both of their shots accidentally that immediately offlined Buddy. They both stopped fighting in shock and grief. Buddy's death was the final straw between Optimus and Megatron's relationship. When Megatron and Optimus went in their separate ways, they both knew the war had begun. Characters: Orion Pax, D-16, Bumblebee, and Elita-one. Please and thank you!

Trying to get the TF1 fics out a bit early so we have something to read.

Hope you enjoy!

Slight mention of spoiler in the movie

Bot Buddy being Orion Pax's younger sibling

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Character death (you have been warned!), Cybertronian reader

TF1

Buddy was one of the youngest miners in the group.

They did get some special treatment from certain bots but was otherwise expected to act just like everyone else.

One bot in particular took interest in the younger bot.

Orion Pax was his name.

He saw a lot of himself in the younger bot and offered his companionship.

The younger bot quickly latched onto him faster than rust.

It didn’t take long for them to fall into a sibling dynamic.

Soon D-16 was introduced.

D-16: “So let me get this straight. You saw them and decided to be their friend and the next thing you know your siblings?” Orion: “That’s pretty much it.” D-16 shakes his helm in good humor. D-16: “Sometimes I can’t with you.” Buddy swings their arms around him and Orion. Buddy: “Get used to it D! You’re one of us now!” D-16: “As long as you’re not like this rusty bucket its fine.” Orion: “Hey!” Buddy chuckles: “Don’t worry about that D.” 2 weeks later… D-16 watching Buddy trying to drop kick Darkwing after he ‘accidentally’ knocked their energon cart. D-16: “Primus… they’re worse…” Orion pats D-16 on the back. Orion: “Yep… want to help them out?” Both mech’s wince seeing Buddy get punched in the chassis. D-16: “…Fine.”

Buddy always kept their brothers on their pedes with their antics.

Always kept them both on alert.

Buddy loved to randomly jump on their shoulders or try and pick them up.

Despite their antics, Buddy was a good miner and even managed to do something most miners couldn’t do.

Get on Elita-One’s good side.

No one knows what exactly happened between them both for Buddy to get a bit of favoritism.

Elita refuses to elaborate and Buddy likes to see bots squirm for the answer.

Buddy hands Elita a spare jetpack. Elita: “Buddy I already have a jetpack.” Buddy: “We’re going to need it.” Elita raises an optic but ignores it. Later… Elita: “… How did you know—” Buddy: “The jetpacks are old Elita. Its only a matter of time before someone falls from a faulty one.” Elita pats their helm. Elita: “When I get promoted, I might just ask to move you to be my assistant.” Buddy: “No! I don’t want any more work!” Elita: “Too late, already considering it.” Buddy: “Orion tell her to stop being mean!”

Buddy was helping Elita get used to her new role in waste management when they saw who was on the Iacon 500.

They cheered for their brothers with everyone else.

The bot let out a yelp when they saw D-16 get hurt, but quickly smiled seeing Orion try and help him to the finish line.

…Too bad Chromia won the race.

Good news, Buddy was now a couple shanix richer from the betting pool.

 While they were heading to the med bay to go see Orion and D-16, they quickly hid seeing Darkwing picking them up and leading them somewhere.

Orion and D-16 talking to B-127 when something big falls on to the conveyer belt and jumps off it. Buddy dusts themselves from the junk. Buddy turns and waves at the bots. B-127: “New friend!” Orion and D-16: “Buddy!?” They both go over to Buddy looking for any injuries. Buddy: “Hey quit it! I’m not dying!” Orion: “What are you doing here?” Buddy: “Well I was going to the med bay to congratulate you two, but Darkwing got to you first. Then I had to wait a while until the coast was clear and find out where you were sent. It’s kinda fun going through the shoot though.” D-16: “What you did was—” B-127 pushes D-16 out of the way and shakes Buddy’s servo. B-127: “Hi there! I’m B-127, or you can call me B or—” Buddy: “Wait! I can be B and you can be BB!” B-127: “Or maybe we can go by the Double B’s!” B-127 and Buddy start chatting up a storm. Orion: “What just happened?” D-16: “I don’t know but I don’t like it…”

Orion catches Buddy up on the new information on Alpha Trion.

Buddy is ready to go.

Orion and D-16 try to get them to stay, but Buddy ends up joining.

They are having a blast climbing the crates inside the train as Orion tries to get Elita.

Buddy stared long and hard at the landscape when the group reached to the surface.

Is sprinting with B-127 the moment the giant rock formations start getting closer.

Grips Orion and D-16’s servo when they all get tossed out of the train.

Their chatting and B-127’s chatting makes the other older bots consider gagging them for the remainder of the trip.

When reaching the cave of the fallen Prime’s, they gently hold D-16’s servo as they silently mourn for Megatronus Prime.

Hides behind Elita when Alpha Trion comes back online and nearly decks Orion in the face.

Cries a little bit seeing what Sentinel had done to the other Prime’s.

They deserved so much better than that fate.

Absolutely seething with D-16 when the group sees Sentinel giving the Quintesson’s THEIR hard earned energon.

Once everyone gets their T-cog’s, Buddy is the first to try and transform… unfortunately they did not get it the first time.

The group was running down the hill. Buddy’s helm gets tucked into their frame. Buddy: “I CAN’T SEE! I CAN’T SEE!” Orion starts laughing Orion: “HAHAHAHA—AAH WHERE’S MY HEAD?!”

Buddy gets a bad feeling about D-16 when he starts talking to Orion but brushes it off as stress.

They hoped they were right, especially after he admitted to wanting to terminate Sentinel.

Don’t get them wrong, they absolutely hate the bot now, but to go so far as terminate him?

It didn’t seem right.

Was the first one to get tased and wake up.

They get excited the second they see Starscream, Shockwave and Soundwave.

B-127 and Buddy both tell the other’s who the High guard were.

An excitement that quickly turns into frightened when they see D-16 beating up Starscream.

They tried to get to him, but the crowd wouldn’t let them.

Buddy looked over at Orion, both sharing the same look of worry and fear for their brother.

They end up getting captured by Arachnid with B-127 and D-16 after the explosion.

Orion is riddled with guilt the second Elita tells him that Buddy, D-16 and B-127 were captured with some of the high guard.

Thankfully, he and Elita made a plan with the remainder of the guard to help get the others and bring Sentinel to justice.

Back at Iacon…

Buddy was in between D-16 and B-127 on the ground, restrained as Sentinel prattled about having them executed.

They felt their spark stop for a second when D-16 stood up.

Arachnid had to restrain them when Sentinel started branding Megatronus’s face on D-16’s chassis.

Buddy kicks the spider in the back of one of her legs. She lets go. The younger bot then kicks Sentinel in the back of his knee joints before helm butting him. Snetinel staggers back a bit. They stood in front of D-16 with fury in their optics. Buddy: “Touch my brother again and I swear I will send you to Primus myself!” Many of the captured bots looked in surprise at the young bot protecting the fallen miner. B-127: “Buddy just stay down!” D-16 tries to stand up the second he sees Sentinel start to move to them. D-16: “Buddy get out of the way!” Buddy: “Fat chance!” Buddy tries to kick Sentinel again, but this time the Prime grabbed their pede and with a swift movement twisted it. SNAP! Buddy: “AAAAHHH—” WHAM! Sentinel punched Buddy across the face sending them skidding across the floor. D-16: “BUDDY!” He glares at Sentinel. D-16: “Stop! Your fight is with me!” Sentinel: “No, they made it personal when they helm butted me. Its time to make an example.”

Thankfully the train had just crashed into the building.

Orion hops out and helps D-16 and Buddy up.

Orion briefly thinks on punching Sentinel in the face but is quickly drowned by D-16 yelling that he was going to terminate Sentinel.

Buddy tried to tell Orion that something was wrong, but their older brother was gone, off to tell everyone the truth about what Sentinel did.

They did their best in battling the other guards with their bad pede.

The bot screamed in horror when they saw D-16 and Sentinel going off the edge.

It took them a while to get to where the fight was.

They remembered seeing D-16 holding an extremely injured Orion over the edge of a dark hole.

They didn’t remember screaming, but their voice box started glitching when they saw D-16 let go of Orion’s servo.

Elita and B-127 were by their side holding them tightly, afraid they would try and jump off the ledge to get to him.

Buddy remembered looking at D-16 giving his speech.

Their audial winced when he called himself ‘Megatron’.

They had to close their optics for a second, not believing they had seen a newer version of Orion, now calling himself Optimus Prime.

The two former brothers fought.

Megatron and Optimus were on the ground wrestling the former’s fusion cannon. They barely registered the sounds of pedes coming closer. Megatron: “Let go!” Optimus: “Never!” Suddenly the cannon went off. A scream. THUD! Both mech’s look over and see Buddy’s frame laying on the ground…so still. Optimus quickly gets off Megatron and runs to Buddy. Optimus: “Buddy!” Optimus gets to the frame. Buddy’s optics were offline and there was a smoldering hole in the middle of their chassis where their spark was supposed to be. Optimus gently cradles them. Optimus: “Buddy! Buddy please! Buddy… please… don’t…” He gently hugs the limp frame, not caring in that moment if Megatron blasted him. Megatron just stood up and stared. He wanted to scream. To yell. Megatron wanted to hug his little sibling frame and pray to Primus that this was not happening. Optimus gently places the frame down, stands up and looks at Megatron dead in the optics. Optimus: “Take the High Guard and go. You are banished from Iacon.” Megatron starts walking away but stops for a moment to take one last look at Buddy’s still frame before yelling for his troops to follow him.

There was a small funeral held for Buddy.

 Optimus made sure to hold it together in front of the others.

But Elita and B-127 caught him alone, sobbing with a picture of Buddy, Orion, and D-16, smiling, without a care in the world.

The two bots held their leader tightly as he continued to sob.

Megatron mourned for Buddy in private.

It was only right.

He cried in silence holding a picture of him, Buddy, and Orion Pax on their first day of mining.

In the safety of his habsuite, he could cry all he wanted before his Decepticon’s expected him to come out with a rally cry.

[leah-lover]

My mommy. Alessia russo x daughter! reader.

Reader is jealous of her mother's pregnancy.

You loved your mama. 

Obviously everybody loves their mom but with you it was different. You wanted to be on her, near her and in her eye sight at all times. When you would wake up she was the first thing you thought about, and you wanted her to be the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes. Alessia loved you too, she loved your clinginess, your smile, your strawberry like smell, and laughter. 

Today started out like any other day. You woke up, washed your face, took your stuffed bear and headed to your mommies’s room. They were still asleep, tangled up in one another. You stood up at the foot of the bed and jumped on their sleeping bodies. 

“Honey I told you to stop doing that.”said you mommy half asleep. 

“Come here bear, I still want to snuggle.” Said your mama, Alessia, opening her arms for you. You always looked up to these moments with you and your mommies tangled up in bed. 

“We love you so much baby bear, you know that right.?.” Said your mom. You worry in her voice but you didn't give it much attention. 

“I love you too mommy.” You add.

Your mommy gets up to go make breakfast and you stay in bed with your mama. 

“We have a surprise for you baby bear today.” She says with the biggest smile on her face. “ We are gonna spend the day together at the park just you mommy and me.”she adds. 

“But mama no training today, no football?.”you ask. 

“No care bear, just you mommy and me at the park. Let's go get dressed then.” she says before picking you up and taking you to your room. 

Today was the best day in your recent memory. Mommy, mama and you went to an amusement park, a real park where you and Alessia played football. You had lunch at your favorite place, went to the mall and bought some new toys and ice cream. It was a perfect day. When you came back home all of you were tired. And just when you thought the fun ended Alessia turned the TV on and put on your favorite movie and you had a family doing along. After one of your performances you looked at your mommies only to see Alessia's hand on your mommy's belly. You knew what that meant. Ight mean that mommy was pregnant and that a new sibling was china come and share your mommies with you. You then felt your chest rise and tears built up on your eyes. 

“No.” You yelled. “ No, brother. No sister, just me, mommy, mama, and footy.” You say before storming off to the stairs.

Your mothers didn't expect this huge of a reaction but they still ran after you. 

“ Baby bear please calm down deep breaths my love is okay.” cooed Alessia rubbing your back. You couldn't control what was inside of you and you didn't know what it was you just wanted to cry. 

“It's okay baby we are your mommies we love you we always will.” Said your mommy. 

“No, mama mine. Mine alone.” You say stomping you get on the ground. 

“I am yours baby. I will always be yours and I will always love you, play with you and hang out with you baby.” says Alessia trying to get you to calm down. 

“Baby Olive sleep on aunt Beth. Don't want brother to sleep on you. I sleep on you.” You say referring to Beth and Viv's new born baby. 

It was clear that jealousy was the reason behind your outburst. “But baby Olive is so young she still needs her mommy to help her to sleep. You will sleep next to us if you want to.” says your mommy. 

You busy your face on Alessia's neck crying even more. “I only have one baby bear in this world that I love and that you. It will always be you. I  promise. I will love both of you so much.” says Alessia rubbing your back and giving you kisses all over your face. 

“ Are you okay now buddy.”says your mommy. 

“Think so,”you reply.

“Okay lessi is gonna give you a bath while I prepared your bed is that okay.” She asks. 

“Please bear pjs mommy.” You demand which is granted as your mommy gives you a kiss and walks past you 

About an hour later you find yourself in bed with both your mommies reading you a story. 

“It's okay mommy. I can have a brother. You will love me the same.” You say and put your hands on your mommy's tummy. 

This gesture brought some much needed heart warming Emeryville in the room. 

“Yes we will.” Says Alessia tucking you in bed before giving you a kiss before heading out of your room to let you sleep.

[sarah-bear706318]

Chasing Storms and Finding Love. Chapter 6:

Series Summary: When Tyler's baby sister joins him and his team for a season she seems to catch the eye of a certain StormPar member much to her brothers dismay... will she listen listen to her big brother or follow her heart?

Chapter Summary: Your brother walks seeing you and Scott sleeping and loses his mind! Your brother and new boyfriend get into fight right in the middle of your room. In the aftermath of the fight you try to talk to your brother when he says things he can't take back

Pairing: Scott Miller X fem!reader, Tyler Owens x sister!reader

Series Warnings: Sneaking around, Pissed off Tyler, Love Struck Scott, ALOTS of kissing, A little age gap, Cussing, Drinking, Storms(duh), Falling in love, Slow burn

Chapter Warnings: MAJOR ANGST(sorry) A very pissed off Tyler, fist fights, LOTS of yelling, sibling fight, cussing, soft! Scott, asshole Tyler, lots of tears, heavy makeout session, fluff

A/N: this chapter might hurt but I do have a plan! also I saw on google Tyler's middle name was James so I went with google lol Thank you everyone who is reading liking and reblogging my story! I am new to writing and it makes me feel good and encourages me to keep writing!!! and aslo big shout out to @nikkicloudie for always letting me bounce ideas off her, you are such a big help!

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"WHAT THE FUCK"

You are jolted awake at the sound of a very pissed off older brother and something hitting the wall. Before you have anytime to think you feel Scott being ripped out of bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK TYLER LET HIM GO, AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN MY ROOM"

"THAT DOESNT MATTER WHY THE FUCK IS HE IN YOUR ROOM IN YOUR FUCKING BED"

" THATS NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS TYLER, NOW LET MY BOYFRIEND GO AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM NOW!"

Tyler is seeing red at this point and looking between you and Scott, he's shocked enough to let the grip he has on Scott loosen, and Scott stumbles trying to keep his balance.

"BOYFRIEND?! DID YOU JUST SAY BOYFRIEND Y/N?!" Tyler yells going to grab Scott again, but isn't fast enough, you are in between the 2 tall men in the matter of a second.

"YES BOYFRIEND" you yell at your brother

"I'LL KILL YOU" Tyler yells pushing you aside and goes to throw a punch when Boone grabs his arms and pulls him back, while Javi does the same with Scott. You look around wondering where the hell they came from, then you see your brother never closed the door.

"What the hell is going on in here" Javi says looking at the three of you.

"I FOUND THEM IN BED TOGETHER AND SHE JUST CALLED CLIPBOARD HERE HER BOYFRIEND"

"DON'T CALL HIM THAT, NOW TELL ME HOW AND WHY YOU ARE IN MY FUCKING ROOM TYLER JAMES OWENS"

"I WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU WITH COFFEE SO I USED THE EXTRA KEY"

"YOU HAVE A KEY TO MY ROOM TYLER ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW"

"YES THEY GAVE ME 2 YESTERDAY"

"SO YOU KEPT ONE WITHOUT TELLING ME ARE YOU INSANE TYLER"

"NO BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW Y/N" your brother yells to you before he turns his sights to Scott

"NOW WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY SISTERS ROOM IN HER FUCKING BED"

"WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING DUDE LIKE SHE SAID WE FELL ASLEEP WATCHING A MOVIE" Scott yells

"WITH YOUR FUCKING SHIRT OFF"

You look over to your new boyfriend where Javi is still holding him back from your brother and see he does indeed have his shirt off, holy fucking hell does he look good you think to yourself, but when did he take his shirt off, but before Scott can say another word you hear another voice.

Kate, Lily, Dani, and Dexter are now standing in the still open door to your room looking very confused to what they are seeing. Great more people to witness this It's Kate that speaks up first. "What is with all the yelling we can hear the 3 of all the way downstairs".

"I JUST FOUND MY SISTER IN BED WITH THIS ASSHOLE, AND HE HAS NO SHIRT ON THATS WHATS WITH ALL THE YELLING"

Your brother pulls out of Boone's grip and tackles Scott to the ground and Javi right along with him. You stand there in shock with a mix of angry and hurt tears streaming down your face while your big brother and boyfriend throwing punches at each other. Javi gets to his feet and does his best to grab Scott with the help of Dani as Boone does the same to your brother with the Dexter helping him. You have had it at this point

"KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF BOTH OF YOU THATS ENOUGH!" you yell at the top of your lungs "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE TWO OF YOU ACTING LIKE THIS! SCOTT SIT SO I CAN CLEAN YOUR FACE, BOONE GET MY BROTHER OUT NOW" you say pulling your boyfriend from Javi's grip and pushing him on the bed.

"WHY DOES HE GET TO STAY" your brother yells still being held back

"BECAUSE TYLER HE DIDNT COME BARGING IN UNVITED, AND I CAN ONLY YELL AT ONE OF YOU AT A TIME AND I'M MORE LIKLY TO KILL YOU RIGHT NOW THEN HIM TYLER JAMES"

"I'M NOT LEAVING TIL WE TALK ABOUT THIS Y/N"

"YES YOU ARE TYLER I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU OR SEE RIGHT NOW, BOONE DEXTER GET HIM OUT NOW" you yell

"This isn't over Y/n" your brother says before he angrily shrugs out of the grip Boone and Dexter have on him and stomps toward the door. The others look between you and Scott before they too are heading to the door.

"Hey Javi could you please bring me some ice to put on this idiots face and Boone will you check on my idiot brother so he doesn't do anything stupid" you say to the men, and they both nod

"Do you need anything Y/n" Kate ask in a soft voice from the doorway

"Actually coffee would be amazing Kate thank you" you say looking at her then to the wall where you heard something being thrown at it just minutes ago, "and maybe a few extra towels since I not only have to clean a bloody face but coffee off the floor and wall and make my brother pay for the coffee since he started all this" you say meeting Kates eyes.

You make your way to the sink to wet a rag for Scott's face, and to see if you can find a first aid kit. As your walking back to the bed to clean up your boyfriends face you are beyond pissed, and Scott can tell so he just stays silence. He has a busted lip, a cut over his right eyes and a bruise forming on his cheek. "This is gonna sting but I gotta clean it" you say to Scott before wiping the alcohol pad over his lip while he winces. Before Scott can say anything there is a knock at the door and the sound of the door opening.

"Here's the ice your coffee extra towels and your extra key Kate made your brother give it up" Javi says walking over to hand you the bucket of ice and setting the coffee towels and key down on the bedside table.

"Thanks, hows idiot number 1" you ask still wrapping ice in a clean rag and handing it to Scott.

"He's bout the same as idiot number 2 here, Kates taking care of him"

"Tell her thank you"

"I will, I'll leave you to tend to him I'll check back later"

"Thank you Javi" "Thanks man" you and Scott say at the same time then Javi is out the door leaving you and Scott alone.

Scott breaks the silence "I'm so sorry baby". You say nothing as you walk to the bathroom to throw away all the bloody supplies you just used to clean his face, then back to the side of the bed where your coffee sits, picking it up to take your first sip.

"Baby please talk to me please" Scott begs

"What do you want me to say Scott hmmm, That its ok you and my big brother got into a knock down drag out at 7 in the morning in my room" Scott stays silence still holding the ice to his face

"Or do you want me to say I love knowing the fact that the whole state of Okla-fucking-homa just heard me and my brother yelling at each other, oh how bout this cleaning my boyfriend's bloody face first thing in the morning is how I wanted to start my day, and all this without coffee, so please Scott where do you want me to start"

"I can't say enough how sorry I am, I didn't want to fight my girlfriend's brother shirtless first thing in the morning with 5 other people watching and having to hear you cry and yell at your brother broke my heart, I will do anything to prove how sorry I am baby"

"It's not just you I'm mad at. My brother did barge in and you were only defending yourself I hate fighting with my brother" you say in a small voice trying to fight back tears. "He's one of my bestfriend and I know he means well but I think sometimes he still sees me as that 5 year old little girl he walked door to door with taking me trick or treating" Scott let out a laugh at the thought of that.

"I know you and my brother have a history and you hate each other but I can't do this every single day cleaning blood off one of your faces because you both wanna throw punches everytime you see each other or have a screaming match with my brother, I want him to be ok with the 2 of us. I really can see us going the distance and I want that so much but I really cant live with the two the men in my life fighting, and don't worry my idiot brother is gonna get the same talk with too" you say looking to Scott while wiping your eyes

"I don't think me and your brother will ever see eye to eye or be friends but I can be civil with brother if that's what you need me to do, I'll do anything to make this work with you and keep you as my girl" Scotts says brushing hair from your face

"You'd do that for me really" you ask

"of course I will babygirl" Scott replies pulling you into his arm

"Can I ask you one more thing baby" you say looking at Scott

"anything sweetheart"

"Not that I'm complaining because I most definitely am not but what happened to your shirt and why did I not get to help you out of it" you hear Scott laugh before he replies

"Well baby that is 2 questions" Scott laughs while you rolls your eyes

"But I got hot I'm not use to wearing a shirt while I sleep or having a gorgeous girl cuddled up next to me, as far as you not helping i thought you wanted to take it slow"

"I do but I'll never complain helping you get shirtless" you say with a wink and a kiss to his lips

************************************************************************

You and Scott stay in your room for a bit longer before you decide its time to go talk to your brother. You reluctantly pull yourself from Scotts arms to go get dressed. Once your dressed you and Scott walk out of your room, you turn to see your brother at his truck and you catch his gaze. Scott's room is on the first floor so the 2 of you walk down the stairs hand in hand you can feel your brothers eyes on you the whole time. Scott kisses you goodbye and tells you to text him when you're done or if you need anything.

You make your way over to your brother, the look he is giving you is making you feel like you did when you were 15 and took his old truck for a joy ride with your friends and crashed it. You make it to his truck and finally get a good look at his face, Javi was right he didn't look much better then Scott.

"You ready to talk about things like grown ups Ty"

"You tell me Y/n" Tyler replies

"I know you don't like Scott and there is a history there but you cant just bust into my room at 7am and be pulling people out of bed throwing coffee at my wall and punching people. I really like him, and he has treated me with nothing but respect and been so sweet since I met him. Can you please for me get on board?" you say to your brother

"No I can not get on board you wanna know why, I walk into my baby sisters room and see the ONE person I told her not to mess around with in her bed shirtless and you what expect me to turn and tip toe out off the room maybe put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door on my way out"

"No Tyler but I do expect you to act like a person and not a caveman, and like I told you we fell asleep watching a movie"

"WITH NO SHIRT Y/N, DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT LINE"

"EXCUSE ME WHAT LINE TYLER"

By this time you are both screaming and now have your brothers whole crew along with Javi and Kate stand there watching everything unfold. You look to your left and see Scott walking over as well.

"YOU WERE JUST WATCHING A MOVIE AND HIS SHIRT HAPPEN TO COME OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF IT"

"I'M NOT USING A LINE TYLER THATS WHAT HAPPENED WE FELL ASLEEP AND HE GOT HOT AND TOOK IT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND EVEN IF SOMETHING DID HAPPEN ITS MY ROOM AND I'M 25 YEARS OLD AND CAN DO AS I PLEASE IN MY OWN ROOM"

"I DONT CARE THAT YOU ARE 25 I'M NOT GONNA STAND BACK AND WATCH MY BABY SISTER GET HER HEART BROKEN BY FRATBOY CLARK KENT AND I PAID FOR THE ROOM I PAID FOR YOUR PLANE TICKET DOWN HERE AND YOU ARE MY LITTLE SISTER AND YOU ARE DONE SEEING HIM"

As soon as the words left his lips he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he knew he just crossed a line, he looked around at his crew and their faces told him the same thing. Before Tyler could speak you beat him to it.

"Wow Tyler I didn't know you were keeping a tab stupid me I thought this was my graduation gift from my big brother guess I was wrong" you say with tears now running down your face then you dig in your purse for your wallet. You pull out all the cash you had on you and shove it at your brother. "Heres all the cash I have its about $380 this should cover at least the plane ticket I'll get the rest for the room and anything else you paid for by the end of the day, I'll have my stuff out of the room you paid for and see if they have an open room if not I'll figure out something I'd sleep on the street at this point, thanks for the gift big brother" you turn to Boone and hand him one of the keys

"Here Boone have your own room for once give me 10 minutes to get my stuff and I'll leave the extra key on the bedside table" You turn around and start to walk away with tears running down your face, you hear your brother calling after you but you don't want to deal with him. Tyler has never in 25 years to cause your tears only dried them, he was the person you went to not the one you ran from.

"Jelly bean" Tyler yells again

"Give her space T" you hear Bonne say to your brother

Scott meets you at the stairs and walks up with you to get your things from the room you stayed in last night. While your packing your things you don't say anything the tears have stopped and at this point you feel numb to a degree, you don't fight with your brother he's your favorite person in the world so this is an all new feeling.

After you gather all your things you walk down to the front desk with Scott to see if they have an empty room.

"Can I help you ma'am" the older woman behind the desk ask

"Yes I was hoping you have an empty room I can rent for a few days" you say to the woman

"I'm so sorry ma'am with all the storm chasers and the extra people that came in from Soonersville from the storm yesterday we are all booked up but there is another hotel down the across town its about 15 miles up hwy 25"

You hold back tears and force a smile before thanking her and walking out of the office. Once outside the dam breaks and you can no longer hold back the tears you then feel Scotts strong arms wrap around you pulling you into his chest. All you think about is what you're gonna do for a place to sleep tonight. Your first instinct is to go to your brother but for the first time in your life you cant and you are feeling helpless.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do Scott, I have no place to stay I don't even have a car to get me to another hotel or to sleep in" you sob into his chest

"Baby please don't cry you have a place to sleep, you can stay in my room"

"Don't you share one with Javi tho?" you ask

"Javi wont mind you staying I promise. I'm not letting my girlfriend sleep on the street or in a hotel across alone where I cant protect her, come baby lets get get you to the room to relax and I'll go get you something to eat." Scott says kissing your forehead.

You get to Scotts room he opens the door for you to enter first. Javi sitting on his bed with his laptop, the opening of the door gets his attention and you see him look up from what ever he was doing. He sees you and Scott with your things so he gets up to help.

"They didn't have anymore rooms available and I didn't want her staying across town alone, so I told her she could crash with us at least until a room opens up, that's cool right?" Scotts looks over to Javi

"Yeah man that's not a problem, I wouldn't want her staying across town alone either"

"Thank you Javi, as soon as I room opens up I promise I'll be out of your hair" You say looking to Javi

"You can crash in here as long as you need to Dr.Owens" Javi says with a smile

Scott and Javi help you get settled after the events of the morning and the fight with your brother

"Baby I'm gonna go grab something to eat for you is there anything else you need?" Scott says coming to sit next to you.

"I'm ok I'm not really hungry but thank you , could you take my card and pull some cash from the ATM another $200 should pay Ty back the pin is 9291 hell pull out all that it will let you so I know I don't owe him anything and Javi could you take it to him please I really don't wanna see him, If he needs more just find out how much and pull it out" you say in a low voice handing Scott your card

"yeah y/n I'll give it to him" Javi said

"Sweetheart you have to eat something, so how bout we compromise I'll you get an order of those spicy tuna rolls we had last night and you can put them in the refrigerator for when you get hungry later hows that " Scott says running his hand through your hair

"ok" You smile up at your boyfriend with tears in your eyes

"Also keep your money I'll draw some out from my personal account for Javi to give him" Scott says handing back your card

"Scott no I cant let you do that, that's to much money you are already letting me stay in yalls room, I cant be a freeloader to yall too I have the money I promise"

"You are not a freeloader I want to do this for you, you've been through enough today, if it makes you feel better I'll let you buy me a coffee in the morning" Scott says with a wink

Before you can say another word Scott gives you a kiss before him and Javi leave, when you hear the door close behind you let the tears fall once again. What you thought was gonna be a great time with your brother has turned into a nightmare with your brother. You grab the remote and flip thru the channels until you land on some movie, you lay there watching it until you feel the morning catching up to you and you fall asleep

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It's been about a month since your fight with your brother and he has been nonstop blowing up your phone but you were still so hurt that you just weren't ready to talk to him or see him. This was the longest time you have ever gone not talking to your brother and it was killing you, you missed your big brother but the words he yelled at you kept replying in your head. You also haven't done but 2 chases with Scott you have been mainly staying behind the scenes reading the data reports and radars for both teams again just another way to avoid your brother.

You moved hotels a few times and was back in a room to yourself, with some over night sleepovers with Scott. Things between you and Scott were going amazing and despite the fight with your brother you couldn't be happier. The two of you were still taking things slow nothing beyond some heated makeouts and getting a little handsy.

You were sitting in your room waiting for Scott to get done with their chase and texting Casey and Ashleigh in a group text

🩷Casey💛: Have you slept with him yet y/n😉

💛Ashleigh🩷: Oh I want details😉😉

Y/N: Yall no we have not had sex yet but plenty of making out and touching🫣

💛Ashleigh🩷: Is he a good kisser?

🩷Casey💛: And what do you mean touching?

💛Ashleigh🩷: Ohhhh I wanna know that too🤗

🩷Casey💛: Under the clothes or on top of the clothes🤔

💛Ashleigh🩷: Please tell us y/n we're your sisters and from the pictures you have sent he's so hot!🔥

Y/N: GIRLS lol ok ok I'll throw yall a bone, Yes is a very good kisser the best kisser EVER we spend hours making out😍, and as far as the touching its been a mix of both but we stop before it goes to far. But i love waking up in his arms he makes me feel safe like nothing bad can happen as long as hes beside me🥰

🩷Casey💛: AWWWWW my zeta bata little sis is in love ❤️ have you told him yet

💛Ashleigh🩷: I love LOVE❤️😁

Y/N: no I haven't said the words yet I don't know if he feels the same and I don't wanna scare him off I have never felt this way before I really see it all with him

🩷Casey💛: if you want my advice tell him the way you feel talk about him and the looks I see him giving you in all those pictures he totally feels the same, take a chance

💛Ashleigh🩷: I totally agree with Casey, you need to tell him you cant keep it in forever. Now have you and your hot brother made up yet?

Y/N: No thats a whole other story...

After another hour of texting your ZBZ sisters about the whole ordeal with your brother and what they are up too the door opens and Scott walks in looking tired but oh so sexy

"Hey babygirl " he greets you with a kiss on the forehead before putting his things down

"Hey baby" you smile standing up to wrap your arms around him pulling him down to your level in a heated kiss before pulling away and lightly pushing him down on the bed and straddle his lap.

"I like coming home to this baby"

"Oh well you are gonna love this" you say before running your hands through his hair and pulling him into another kiss this one with more passion and heat. He swipe his tongue over your bottom lip and you open granting him permission. He runs his hands up and down your back and under your shirt. You tug at his hair and a little moan slips out and you take advantage of and take his bottom lip between your teeth. Scott starts to kiss down your neck and nip at your pulses points and a moan leaves your mouth. All of a sudden Scott pulls away and looks at you.

"I love you y/n, I know it's only been a month and its ok if you don't feel the same but I couldn't go another second without telling you"

You stare at him in shock with tears forming before you speak up

"I love you too Scott"

Scott smiles back at you before flipping you on your back and hovers over you before pressing his lips to yours, in a kiss so heated and so full of passion your mind goes blank and the breath is stolen from your lungs. Just as things are really getting heated there is a knock at your door. You and Scott pull away and sigh as he rest his head on yours.

"I'll get it" you tell Scott as he rolls off of you and on to the bed.

You open the door and are face to face with your brother for the first time since your fight a month ago

"Tyler" you say arms folded over your chest

"I'm so sorry Jelly bean"

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2024: Day 17 - Seagull

Edward, 1931

It was a cool evening at Vicarstown Sheds. For once, all the engines were there, a truly rare occurrence ever since Thomas had gotten his branchline and the new Big Sheds had been built at the other end of the line. However, an incident earlier in the morning had left those sheds blocked off, and all six of the Fat Controller’s engines were sleeping out in the old sheds for the night. Percy had even brought up a bunch of old trucks that needed repairing so he could join the others! Though Edward wondered if that was less because the trucks needed bringing up and more because Percy hated being away from everyone, even if he fought with the big engines like a cat does with dogs.

Somehow, the conversation turned towards the engines and their families. James was not fond of talking about his – old scars ran deep – while neither Percy nor Henry had any family to speak of, not in the way that Edward, Thomas or Gordon did.

“I only met my first three siblings,” Gordon said. “They were Great Northern, Sir Frederick Banbury and Flying Scotsman. Fine engines, important and powerful - quite like me.” “Have they ever stuck on turntables?” asked Percy cheekily. Gordon huffed crossly, but didn’t rise to the bait. It was a rare night of peace in the sheds, and none of the engines really wanted to disturb it.

“What about you, Edward?” asked Thomas. “You spent the most time with your siblings out of all of us, didn’t you?” Edward chuckled softly. “I did,” he agreed. “I was part of a group of express engines known as ‘Seagulls’. My specific class was the ‘Larger Seagulls’, and we were very proud engines – we could get into such arguments that you wouldn’t believe! But we were close. I remember when they tried putting superheaters in some of us – we looked so ungainly it was crazy. The Fat Director had a different superheater put in me when I came to Sodor though.”

“Do you have any other stories for us?” quizzed Henry, genuinely curious. The big engine had never had a family outside of the engines on Sodor, and had always been curious about how classmates interacted.

“Oh yes!” grinned Edward. “One time, Princess Louise was coming to visit us, and my brother Number 36 was chosen to take the special train. He was very pleased about it and boasted endlessly until we were sick in the smokebox of him! But then the Princess became ill, and she wasn’t able to make it. Poor 36 looked about a minute away from tears, and we all decided to try and cheer him up, so we convinced the cleaners to dress him up for the big event anyway. They really went for it too! They covered him in flowers and flags and various coat of arms’ until he was barely able to see! The cleaners even took off his front brakepipe to not ‘interrupt’ the decorations. 36 felt better after that. The Princess did come a few years later, but 33 got to pull the train instead of 36 – and boy did neither of them shut up about it! The pair were practically at each other’s funnels for weeks leading up to it, and then it was over and they were right as rain again. I suppose that’s the best story I have – we were a bit boring as a class.”

“Boring?” snorted Gordon. “You have a sibling who pulled a Princess!” The big engine looked very peeved at the idea of an engine like Edward being the one to pull such an important person, but still could only smile when Edward rolled his eyes fondly.

“Yes, Gordon, boring. Or need I mention the fact one of your brothers was in a movie, at the Wembley Exhibition and has recently begun pulling trains all the way up the East Coast?” Gordon snorted in amusement, his eyes softening as he remembered his eager younger brother.

“Scottie always was keen to make an impression,” he hummed gently. “I always wonder what he’ll do next.” Edward could only agree, telling several more mundane little stories about his siblings and their various incidents. But eventually, he slowed, and gazed out towards the station.

“Ah well, I’d best get some sleep,” yawned Edward. “I’ve got a freight train over the bridge tomorrow!” Gordon paused at that, his eyes going wide. None of the other engines seemed to pick up on the subtle shift in their express engine, instead focused on Edward.

“Would you like me to take it?” Gordon asked slowly. The entire shed went quiet, all the engines gazing over at their express engine in shock. Gordon never offered to help with any trains, and especially not goods trains. Edward just smiled softly.

“That’s very kind of you, Gordon, but I can manage. I know you don’t want to be seen with little old me, but it’s been years since I last saw my siblings… and I’d like to. Maybe ol’ Nobby will still be round too!”

Gordon, Henry and James shared a worried look as Edward yawned again and closed his eyes. None of them knew what to say, and spent the rest of the night trading glances and trying to think of a way to dissuade Edward from going over the Vicarstown bridge.

But there was nothing they could do. The next morning, Gordon took his morning express, James set off with a local passenger train and Henry puffed away to pull a heavy goods train that had him huffing and wheezing. Thomas and Percy followed shortly after; Thomas with his faithful coaches and Percy with a line of trucks needing to be taken down the line.

Edward set about preparing his goods train with a little extra puff in his cylinders. He hummed to himself as he pushed the trucks into a line, whistling cheerfully to his friend Trevor the Traction Engine as he trundled by.

Edward set out not too late in the morning, but late enough that the express would be catching him while he was at Barrow.

Edward puffed along without a care in the world. The sun was shining, the grass was a gorgeous shade of green that put Henry to shame, and the sky was an endless blue. There was nary a cloud in sight as Edward rolled along, passing by fields as he headed for the bridge.

The rails were so smooth too, a sign Edward always took to mean he was nearing the Barrow steelworks and riding on its rails. They were always the smoothest rails in the area, and possibly the nicest Edward had ever run on.

That was when Edward rounded the bend and puffed into the yards. Nothing seemed out of place at first, as Edward puffed along, shunting his train away into its proper siding. Only… where were the Seagulls? The class always seemed to be milling around, no matter what. And yet… it was stonily silent. Edward puffed deeper into the yards, following its curves with practiced ease as he headed for where he knew the coal and water to be. If his siblings were anywhere, it would be there… right?

They were not there. Only a few ex-Midland engines milled about, all looking oddly smug. “I didn’t know one of you was in steam,” snorted one, shooting Edward an odd look. Edward scowled.

“Why wouldn’t I be? My controller needs me. Now, where can I find the other Seagulls?” Two of the Midlanders exchanged a look and directed Edward towards a part of the yard he’d never gone before. It was deep behind the sheds, along a short line that took Edward deep into the industrial heartland of Barrow.

And that’s where he found them. Or more accurately, what was left of them. Every single one of his siblings had been scrapped, melted down and ripped apart and twisted and mangled beyond recognition. All of them were there, from peppy young 125 who’d always been so excited to see the day right the way through to 36 himself, his once gleaming paintwork and pride reduced to nothing.

They were all gone.

They were all gone.

Edward was the last of his kind, the last of his class. The rest of them were here, torn apart and awaiting trucks to be loaded into and hauled away forever.

Edward returned to the yards looking very pale, and found Gordon had shooed off the Midlanders. “I’m… sorry, Edward,” Gordon eventually managed. Edward could only reply with a small sob.

“They’re all gone. I’ve lost them all. I didn’t do anything… I want to go home.” Gordon gently buffered up to his friend, and guided him back towards the station. It would look odd – him and the old engine double-heading the express – but Edward needed it.

“It’s ok Edward,” murmured Gordon. “You’ve got us, don’t you?”

It was the last truly kind thing the big blue engine would say to Edward in nearly two decades.  

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[strawbrygashez]

Zero Day Family HCS

Some thoughts I have about how the two would interact with each others families and whatnot..

•In the movie, it seems like Cals family is always doing something & are very family oriented! With how large that one party was and how we see Cals parents interact with Cal a lot more positively than how Andres parents interact with Andre… SO this makes me believe that when Andre does accompany Cal to those big family events, he feels slightly overwhelmed and out of place.

Since Andres extended family is more than likely all back in Germany, it feels so alien for him to see a whole family around like this. Grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, you name it.. he has no idea it feels that’s like. It’s literally always has been just Andre and his parents the majority of his life.

That being said though, I think Cals close and extended family welcome Andre with open arms. They’ll chat with him and pull him either which way at a party to go see something or someone :,)

(Speaking of, wouldn’t it be funny if one of Cals cousins had a little crush on Andre.. and they tell Cal something like, “Yeah your friend over there is kinda cute. What’s his name again?” And Cal just… becomes a total dickhead and is like “Let me introduce you to him :D he’s single!” And drags them along to meet Andre despite their protests. He himself knows that Andre will more than likely not be interested at all but Cal loves pushing Andres buttons and making him uncomfortable every now and then.)

So Cal will walk off after he introduces the two and says some bs like “hey you aren’t seeing anyone right Andre? I want you to meet my cousin.” Andre is dying on the inside because he has no idea what to say to her and it’s just so uncomfortable for them both. He definitely finds Cal after and hits him in the back of his head)

•Cals siblings are obsessed with Andre. They always run to the door when he comes over and show him things they made or new toys they got and unless Cal puts up a fight or Andre is just really not in the mood, they’ll try to pull Andre outside so they can play things like football with him.

Initially, Andre didn’t think he’d like being around Cals siblings because for all he knew, all kids were just annoying and loud but once they started going on about how they like Andre more than their own brother sometimes, he’s making sure he’s the coolest guy they know. He likes the feeling of being someone others look up to and the little ego boost that comes with it :,)

•Again with Cals siblings, I think even they can tell how totally joined at the hip Cal and Andre are.. which leads to some teasing and “Uncle Andre” being said 💀 Andre won’t even take it to heart like he would if anyone his age was saying that kinda stuff to him since their just kids and are genuinely just playing around. He’ll just playfully shove them away or put a hand over their face to make them shut up.

•Andre isn’t particularly close to Cals parents but they like him well enough. Andre doesn’t really know how to deal with parental figures that well because his own parents are kinda just yknow ‘there’ for the most part. He doesn’t particularly feel very close to his own parents besides maybe his mom a bit.

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•Andres mom loves Cal a lot! I feel like Andre never had any close friends growing up so she’s so happy Cal hangs out with him. Especially because he seems so nice and a good influence (💀).

I like to imagine that one day, Cal went to Andres house because he needed to vent and just get out of his own house for a bit but when he showed up, Andre wasn’t there. Like maybe he’s working later then usual or some school thing came up. Usually, Cal would just go up to Andres room anyways to wait for him but Andres mom insisted on making him something.

Cals sitting there at the dinner table dissociating and she notices somethings off so she asks if he’s okay and.. he just starts bawling. He doesn’t even mean to but yknow how just hearing someone ask if your okay can make u cry? Yeah. So she sits down with him and tries her best to calm him down and understand what’s going on.

Hes’s eventually able to calm himself down with a mix of her help and him just being embarrassed he broke down in front of her. Andre comes in soon after and is very confused why Cal looks like he just got done crying with his mom next to him. And is even more confused when his mom tells Andre to keep a eye on him and maybe take him out somewhere.

•Andres dad and Cal barely interact besides Andres dad patting his shoulder and asking about school, girls, what he’s been up to and etc. Cal can tell that Andres dad doesn’t like him that much since Cal doesn’t really act all tough and masculine but it’s nothing crazy. Just kinda a thing where they’ll occasionally chat and nod to each other but that’s about it.

•Andres mom loves to share embarrassing things about Andre so much. Like telling stories about how cute Andre was and how he’d follow her around all the time when he was younger, how’d he pick her flowers, how he still believed in Santa a bit past the appropriate age to still believe in him, and etc. she also loves showing Cal Andres baby pictures and videos too. Andre will straight up leave or put his head in his hands but Cal doesn’t give a shit. He’s SO giddy about seeing this old side of Andre. It takes everything in Andre not to hit Cal when he asks “Where’d that sweet, kind boy go?”

[laismoura-art]

The gameplay reveal left me in despair. They just can't. They can't just violently murder Subscorp and on fucking pride month. Please say sike right now Ed Boon, this is not funny. I have been shipping those two since I was a child and saw them for the first time.

I'm already on copium pretending those two are their children.

But you know what!! Now I'm gonna ship them even harder!!!!

(I also love your story 'Be my king' not a lot of people write about the Snow Blind movie)

Ok, ok, first I gotta say I was a bit confused with this ask, and then I went to watch the trailer and check the SubScorp tag, and I'm--

And to be fair, that was quida hilarious!😅

Anyways before I say anything, let's calm down and take a deep, deep breath!

Let's go in *inhale*

And out *exhale*

And now let me do some damage control to Mr. Boon.

"They are brothers now."

He most definitely meant brothers in arms. They wouldn't just go ahead and make these characters actual blood related siblings. For obvious reasons: 🇯🇵🇨🇳

Also, I watched and rewatched the new trailerS and a couple things got my attention!

In the first trailer, Liu Kang said: You can face each other like sworn enemies or united as brothers.

The bit "sworn enemies" that plays a big hint to their old dynamic. The Shirai Ryu and the Lin Kuei were beyond "bitter rivals" they were sworn enemies, with a historical and cultural war going on!

So it's very much clear the characters from different/opposite backgrounds, raised to hate each other, are still there.

Which makes this whole, actual siblings very unlikely. (Breathe people!)

Another important bit from the first trailer is Lui Kang explaining how, in his timeline, they all "chose peace"

So Kitana and Millena are together as sisters. And SubScorp is in some sort of peaceful pact (such as the previous games)

But now there's this trailer and we get to see more of Kitana and Millena's new dynamic and they are not fully at peace, Millena doesn't trust Kitana even Kitana saying she just wants to help!

For me, it felt like this timeline pushes enemies to seek a peaceful pact but that doesn't come with ease, they still have issues to overcome.

So SubScorp are two members of sworn enemy clans, they are bothers in arms, and they have to fight for each other as such, they have to leave hundreds of years of historical and cultural baggage behind and work together to help Lord Liu Kang.

They have to fight like brothers, even though they aren't, they must. That's how they keep peace in this timeline.

Another thing I found in the second trailer:

Noticed the different outfits? The first one brand new matching with Hanzo’s and the second one looking classic-like?

You can argue these are just different outfits, but I'm pretty sure Sub is the only one in the whole trailer who displays a different outfit, Hanzo himself never changes.

So I think you caught my drift already, right?

Kuai is baby, he knows from other lives how to form a bond with Hanzo, how to be his ally, how to stand by him and watch his back!

Bi-Han, on the other hand... what if Bi-Han is part of their challenge to keep the peace between their clans, what if, like Millena, Bi-Han is sceptical and distrustful? What if he puts their dynamic on the edge? What if he can't accept Hanzo as his brother(-in-law) in arms? And that's their personal struggle in this timeline they gotta solve?

So, what you think?

Edit: forgot to mention, I'm so glad you liked Be My King! Makes me so happy to see Snowblind being appreciated!💙💛💙💛

[svtminghaolove]

First time meeting you - Maknae line (ATEEZ)

Helloooooo lovlies ~ I’ve just realized that maknae is like the hardest word for me to write, I always write makanae.

Triggers: Bullying

San: You were about twelve years old and had just started to take taekwondo lessons.

It was a normal day at school, your classmates had been fooling around during class and now you were playing hopscotch with your friends during recess. You were about to take a break to get some water when you heard something that sounded like kicking a pillow, and then followed by some laughter. And you knew exactly what that meant.

"Hey! Stop hitting him!", you screamed as your rounded the corner to see two upper classmates kicking a younger boy, still older than you but younger than them.

"Scram, this has nothing to do with a baby like you!", one of the two boys said and the younger boy sniffled as he tried to scramble away from them. "Stay still!", and the other one kicked the boy again.

"Stop it, I said! If you don't, I'll kick you too! And I know taekwondo!", you said, getting in to the stance you now days were very familiar with.

"Yeah, what she said!", a voice said and another boy joined you, standing in the exactly same position as you. He was somewhat familiar, but you couldn’t really place him.

“Who are you?”, you asked and he gave you a wide grin.

“I’m San, I know taekwondo too! And I don’t let people bully my friends!”, He turned to the boys again.

“Cool, me neither! I’m y/n by the way”, he nodded and the bullies scoffed.

"What the hell are you doing? Get lost you freaking-!", then one of the boys raised a hand to hit you.

You and San sat outside the principals office. Your hands and knees scraped, but nothing worse for wear. The other boys were already inside with their parents, and you could hear their loud voices from inside. Your parents were coming any seconds now and the teacher were looming over the two of you, just waiting for an opportunity to scream at you. But you and San just sat there, glancing at each other with a big smile on your faces, not even regretting the fact that you'd beat up the two boys(boo for bullies). And it almost felt like a movie because when your eyes met, you just knew that you'd made a new best friend.

(And when your parent came you also found out that San's dad was your teacher, coincidences, coincidences)

Mingi: (A/N: y/s/n = your sisters name, y/b/n = your brothers name) It was a pretty normal day, you were at the park together with your younger siblings and your dog, watching them as they ran around playing.

"Hey! Watch were you're running! Don't push each other!", you yelled and stood up from your bench, but your brother and sister just made funny faces at you and continued to chase each other.

"You're going to fall! Hey, y/s/n is five years younger than you, slow down before-", your words got caught in your throat as you saw your little sister get caught on a crooked stone square and it almost went by in slow motion as you saw her start to fall head first, hands not ready to catch herself.

"Got you!", and then a tall boy in your own age caught her before she even touched the pavement.

"y/s/n!", you breathed out and ran over as your brother took ahold of your dog and was shortly there too. "I told you to watch we're you're running!", your sister looked more confused rather than afraid, especially since she was dangling in the arms, hanging in a random guys arms.

"Oh my god, thank you!", you bowed and took your sister form his arms. "She could've been hurt badly if you hadn't caught her, thank you", you smiled and took notice to the guy for the first time. He was tall, very tall, and hade a cute look, but maybe that was just the big goofy grin he had on his face, and he had the same school uniform as you.

"It's nothing", he ruffled your sisters hair who now looked up at the guy like he was the stars in the sky. "Be careful, we wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"No…", she said shyly and stepped in next to her brother, still making heart eyes at him.

"I think we go to the same class", you made a gesture to your own clothing. "I'm y/n, class 3", he smiled and nodded.

"Song Min Gi, class 2", you smiled back at him and your siblings had already forgotten the almost-accident and were now back to running around and playing.

"Maybe you want to keep me company while I try to keep these two alive? If you have the time of course.", he blushed at your words, a bit surprised by your offer.

"I have a little while, I'm a trainee so we have a packed schedule", he said and you raised an eyebrow.

"A trainee? For how long?", and then the two of you proceeded to talk for about half an hour before he had to run to his practice. But the next school day you had a new friend at the lunch table swing by.

Wooyoung: You and Wooyoung met for the first time in school. You were a new kid at school, a quiet one too, the one who liked to sit in the middle row but closest to the window so that you could blend into the crowd and still be left alone. Wooyoung was the complete opposite, he was the guy. The one everyone wanted to be around, the one the guys wanted to call best friend and the one girls dreamed of calling their boyfriend. You had of course known of Wooyoung before this but nothing more than knowing each others name since you were in the same class. But this was the moment that started they war the two of you would have going on and off for a few years.

To be honest, it wasn't anything that bad, but for a insecure teenage girl with no friends, in a new place and was already having a horrible day, it was more than enough to brand someone their enemy.

It was your fifth day in this school, and you had a horrible day. It had started with a fight with your mom who pissed at the fact that you had gotten detention for coming late, to which you had defended that it was because you still were new to the area and had gotten lost on your way to school. And then you had stormed out of the house, forgetting your bag you might add, and because of the fight you were late for class. Again. And got attention. Again.

You were emotionally and physically drained and in such a cranky mood that even the few friends you had made knew to not poke fun at you today.

"Ooh y/n, love the hairstyle! Did you run into a bush on the way here or something?", Wooyoung, who sat behind you in class, leaned over and plucked a leaf from your hair. This was probably the first word except from a greeting he's said to you, and it was a teasing comment. It freaking annoyed the fuck out of you. You leaned forward, making an obvious sign that you weren't interested in talking, and he didn't continue the conversation.

At lunch you had managed to calm down a little (little being the key word) so you walked with your friends to go to the cafeteria. And one important detail of this story is that the school that you went to, had multiple floors, and you were walking at the bottom one when you got water dumped over your head. Your friends screamed and jumped away form the splash as you got drenched.

"Am I in a freaking youth drama or something", you said to yourself through gritted teeth.

"Oh shit!", you looked up and saw Wooyoung peaking out over the edge, looking down on you.

"Wooyoung, I'm going to fucking kill you!", you screamed and then started to run.

He screamed something back at you but you didn't even care to listen, you were so freaking pissed. And luckily for Wooyoung a teacher got ahold of you before you managed to catch up to him. You got attention for the rest of the week and that started the war (mostly prank war to be honest) between you and Wooyoung.

And to make to story fair, you found out a few years later when you and Wooyoung had started going out that he had actually not meant to dump that water on you but on one of his friends, but he had been pushed and started a war on accident.

Jongho: You were visiting back home from collage during the holidays, and had told no one that you were coming home two days earlier than expected. That also meant that your parents would be at work when you got home, but you were hoping to maybe surprise your brother that miraculously had managed to be able to be home for a few days even though he was a trainee.

And that's also why you got so excited when you saw his sneakers in the hallway and his slippers missing from their mandatory position next to your moms. You quietly put down your bag in the hallway and slipped out of your shoes, ignoring your own slippers and started tip-toeing into the house. You saw the back of his head peaking up over the couch and a smile spread across your lips.

"… got you!", you wrapped you around his neck in a hug. "Your Noona is home!", you laughed, but it only took a fem moments to realize that the boy you were hugging, wasn't your little brother; because he was sitting right next to him. You looked down on the boy in your arms who was giving you an awkward smile.

"Hello."

"… Not me Noona", your brother said with laughter in his throat.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!", you quickly let go of him and stepped back. "I thought you were y/b/n, I had no idea that anyone else would be here, I'm so sorry!", you bowed and felt how the heat rose to the tip of your ears.

"It's okay", he smiled and you gave a somewhat wonky embarrassed smile.

"I'm y/n, y/b/n big sister", you smiled brushed away your hair from your face and he nodded.

"I'm Choi Jong Ho, y/b/n's friend from the agency."

"He's a trainee too", your brother added.

"Ah, nice", and then there was a short awkward silence before your brothers loud laugh interrupted it.

"Wow, Noona that was really awkward!", and your cheeks burned from the embarrassment.

"Ya! When did you dye your hair? Does mom and dad know that you dyed it?", you yelled and locked him into a hug. The two of you bickered a little while before you straightened yourself.

"Well, I'm going to go pack up my stuff, you guys go back to whatever you were doing", you gave Jongho a smile. "Nice to meet you, hope you debut soon."

"Thank you, you too", he smiled and then you went to unpack.

The one thing that you didn't know was that your little brothers friend now was slowly growing a pretty big crush on you.

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[thatonelesbianfander]

The Ghost and The Reaper Chapter 8

Fandom// Sanders Sides

TW// Death, Suicide mention, Crying, Shouting, Swearing, Yelling, Murder, Attempted Murder, Blood mention, Knife, Violence, Punching

Word count// 2942

Description// Janus is one of the many grim reapers whose job it is to reap the souls of the dead and help them ascend to the afterlife. After one assignment, the spirit they reaped, a 23-year-old nonbinary person named Remus, refused to ascend. Now, Janus is stuck with them following it around wherever they go.

Characters// Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders, Janus Sanders

Pairings// None

AUs// Found/chosen family Creativitwins & C!Thomas, human!sides, they/them Remus, it/they Janus, he/she Roman

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Remus woke up in their father’s arms, yawning and rubbing their eyes. They looked over to their father, seeing him awake and on his phone. Thomas looked up from his phone, seeing Remus awake. He smiled.

”Hey, Rem,” Thomas said, putting his phone down on the arm of the couch.

”Hey, Pa,” Remus responded.

”How did you sleep?” Thomas asked, pushing some of Remus’s hair out of their face.

”Good…” Remus replied.

”That’s good! I’m going to make some breakfast, do you want anything?” Thomas asked.

”No, I can’t really eat, so I’m good,” Remus replied.

”Oh, right. I forgot… Well, I’m going to make breakfast for me and your sibling then,” Thomas said, getting up and laying Roman down next to Remus.

”Are you good to be out here with Roman?” Thomas asked.

”Yeah,” Remus replied. Thomas smiled, walking to the kitchen. Remus turned on the TV, watching the news as Thomas made breakfast. Roman woke up a little while later, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Remus looked over to Roman, smiling.

”Hey, Ro!” Remus said, turning their attention away from the TV.

”Hey, Rem,” Roman said, still a little tired.

”Pa’s making breakfast right now,” Remus said.

”Okay,” Roman responded, grabbing his phone and turning in on. Remus sat next to Roman, looking over his shoulder.

”What are you doing?” Remus asked.

”Playing a game that I picked up recently,” Roman replied.

”Cool!” Remus said.

”Oh, you’re awake, Roman,” Thomas said, peeking around the corner.

”Yeah,” Roman said.

”Okay, well, I’m making breakfast right now. It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Oh, also Remus, can you open the curtains real quick for me?” Thomas said.

”Sure, Pa!” Remus said.

”Great! I love you two,” Thomas said.

”We love you too, Pa,” Roman responded. Thomas went back into the kitchen, continuing to make breakfast as Remus walked over to the curtains, starting to open them before seeing Janus out in the front yard.

”Janus?” Remus asked, Roman walking over to Remus.

”Who’s that?” Roman asked. Remus jumped, startled a little, looking around the room.

”Roman, is that actually you? Are you still alive?” Remus asked.

”Yeah, why?” Roman replied.

”That’s weird… Janus is only supposed to be seen by the dead, not the living…” Remus said. Janus looked to the windows, seeing Remus and Roman standing in front of the window. Janus waved to the two, signaling to Remus.

”I should probably check this out… Stay here, I’ll be right back,” Remus said, walking out of the house. They walked over to Janus, Janus having a worried expression on its face.

”Remus! There you are! You weren’t answering your phone! I’ve been trying to contact you all morning!” Janus said, meeting Remus in the middle of the yard.

”I had my phone up in Roman’s room. Me and my family had a movie night last night and ended up falling asleep in the living room,” Remus replied.

”Okay, it doesn’t matter. I don’t have much time to explain, but you have to get out of here! Get your brother and your father and get out of the district!” Janus said.

”Why? What’s going on?” Remus asked.

”I can’t explain it right now, but if you don’t get out of here, my manager is going to kill you and your family! You need to get out of here now!” Janus replied.

”Y-You ratted me out, didn’t you…?” Remus asked, a sad expression on his face.

”I…” Janus started.

”Oh, yes they did,” Manager said, cutting Janus off. He walked up to the two, putting a hand on Janus’s shoulder.

”Now, Janus. You weren’t going to go behind my back and betray me now, were you?” Manager asked.

”No, sir,” Janus said, looking down.

”Good,” Manager replied.

”What are you doing here?” Remus asked, putting their hands up in fists.

”You’ve been a very bad spirit, Remus Sanders-Kingstone. Interacting with the living, visit your family. Didn’t you hear anything in that meeting yesterday?” Manager said, putting a hand to his face.

”What do you care? It’s my afterlife!” Remus said, standing in a defensive stance.

”Um… Excuse me…” Thomas butted in. Remus turned to Thomas, who stood next to them.

”Hi, I’m Thomas Sanders. Sorry to bother, but who are you?” Thomas asked.

”Oh, you can just call me Manager! I’m the manager for all the reapers in this district including your kid’s friend here,” Manager said, putting a hand on Janus’s shoulder.

”Oh, is this the guy you said was like that one character from the movie last night? What was his name? Valentino?” Thomas said, turning to Remus. Remus chuckled a little.

”Yeah, that’s him,” Remus said.

”Oh, you think I’m like this Valentino guy, huh? Let me guess that character’s really good, just like me, huh?” Manager responded. Thomas and Remus looked at each other before laughing.

”Ha, are you kidding? Valentino was a fucking bastard! Just like you!” Remus said, continuing to laugh.

”Okay, enough of this. Let’s get to business,” Manager said, snapping his fingers.

”What do you mean by th-” Thomas started before being cut off by another reaper holding him back.

”Hey!” Thomas said, trying to squirm out of the reaper’s grip.

”Pa!” Remus said, trying to get back over to Thomas before being detained by another reaper.

”Now, let’s get this over with,” Manager said, summoning a knife and his scythe. He started to walk over to Thomas before pausing in his tracks, a rock passing through his head.

”Hey! Dickhead!” Roman yelled, Manager turning to face him, “Leave my family alone!”

”Roman! What the fuck are you doing?! Get out of here!” Remus yelled, still struggling to get out of the reaper’s grip.

”Well, look at who it is! The one your little brother broke the timeline for!” Manager said, snapping his fingers. Another reaper grabbed Roman, bringing him closer.

”Wow. This is the one you really decided to break the timeline for?” Manager said.

”Let him go!” Remus yelled, tears starting to form in their eye as they struggled against the reaper’s strength.

”Honestly, Remus. Out of all the people you could have saved, you decided to save this one,” Manager said.

”What is he talking about, Remus?” Roman asked, scared and confused.

”Oh, Remus didn’t tell you?” Manager asked.

”Shut the fuck up!” Remus yelled.

”Tell me what?” Roman asked.

”You were supposed to die when your father went on that little date. That little voicemail you left was supposed to go unanswered and that knife was supposed to be through your chest before your father got home, but your dumbass twin over there decided to go against that and break the timeline,” Manager said.

”Remus… That’s not true… I wasn’t supposed to die, right…” Roman asked. Remus looked down, tears falling down their face. Tears started to form in Roman’s eyes.

”Now, no thanks to your sibling, the Antichrist is on the rise and can emerge at any time,” Manager said.

”Remus…” Roman said, looking over to her sibling.

”Now, I’m put in charge of doing all the dirty work,” Manager continued.

”But, I never really wanted to die! All I wanted was to see Remus again! I didn’t…” Roman cried.

”Hush now. Everything will be alright. Your family will be able to be together!” Manager said.

”Really?” Roman asked, looking up at Manager.

”Yup! In the afterlife!” Manager replied.

”I…” Roman said.

”Goodbye now,” Manager said, raising his knife.

”Wait!” Roman said before feeling a sharp pain as Manager rammed his knife into his chest.

”NO!” Thomas cried, trying to reach out to Roman as she fell to the ground, laying motionless. Remus’s breathing picked up, their eyes darting back and forth.

”ROMAN!” Remus yelled, breaking free from the reaper’s grip. Remus looked over to Manager angrily, charging at him and tackling him to the ground.

”YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I’VE ALWAYS HATED YOU, YOU RUINED MY LIFE!” Remus yelled as they punched Manager over and over again. They looked around, eventually finding Manager’s knife on the ground. Remus picked the knife up, mercilessly stabbing Manager’s chest over and over again with the knife.

”DIE, DIE, DIE! DIE, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Remus yelled, continuing to stab Manager in the chest. Remus dropped the knife, their breathing heavy as they sat overtop their work.

”Remus…?” Janus asked, reaching out towards Remus. Remus turned around to face Janus, their eye completely black. Janus stepped back a little, its eyes wide.

”It’s the Antichrist! Retreat!” one of the reapers called out. Remus darted over to his father who held Roman, teleporting the three of them away.

Janus stood in the wreckage of the events that had just unfolded, walking over to Manager. Manager’s body faded away, his cloak staying behind. Janus picked up the cloak, turning to the other reapers.

”What do we do now?” one reaper asked, “Manager’s dead, and the Antichrist has emerged! There’s no way we can fight them on our own! We’re screwed!”

”I don’t know! This never happened before and I’ve been a reaper for thousands of years!” another reaper replied.

”Janus! You were closest to Manager and the Antichrist! What do you think we should do?” another reaper asked.

”I… I don’t know… I’m just as lost as you… But I know we’ll get through this together,” Janus replied. Janus put the cloak on, grabbing his scythe out.

”For now, everyone return to your work. Let’s let the Antichrist have their time for now. They won’t be around for long, I promise,” Janus said. The other reapers nodded, disappearing from view. Janus sighed, looking down sadly.

”Oh, Remus… What were you thinking… Your worst nightmare is now true…” Janus said, sadly. Janus faded from view, reappearing back in the Manager’s office and sitting down in his chair. Meanwhile at the hospital, Remus paced back and forth in the hallway as Thomas stood near the door to Roman’s room.

”Oh god, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! He’s dead and it’s all my fault,” Remus said, pacing back and forth as tears fell down their face.

”Remus, buddy…” Thomas said. Remus looked over to their father, Thomas holding his arms out to them. Remus rushed over to Thomas, falling into his arms and trying not to cry.

”It’s going to be okay, Remus… Roman will be fine…” Thomas said, holding Remus.

”I’m scared, Pa! What if he’s not! You already lost me before! I don’t want you to have to go through losing another kid!” Remus panicked, hugging Thomas tightly.

”Remus… It’s going to be okay, trust me…” Thomas said, pushing Remus’s hair out of their face. Remus wiped the tears off their face, smiling at their father.

”Thanks, Pa,” Remus said. Thomas smiled. The door to Roman’s room opened, a doctor stepping out of the room.

”Oh! Are you the family of Roman Sanders-Kingstone?” the doctor asked.

”Yeah. How is he?” Thomas asked.

”He’s okay, he’s just resting right now. You got him here at the right time. The wound was pretty fresh so it was easy to treat, and thankfully the knife that you said he was stabbed with didn’t hit any vital organs, so all we had to do was treat the wound and stop the bleeding. He didn’t lose much blood by the time you got here so we didn’t have to replace any, which is good. He did also hit his head kind of hard when falling, but it’s nothing major, and doesn’t seem concussed or anything. All I really recommend is that he stay here for a few days to rest and so we can keep an eye on him, and then once he gets home, he refrains from doing anything too physical so the wound can heal and scar like normal,” the doctor replied.

”Okay, thank you,” Thomas said.

”No problem, sir. If you’d like you can visit him, but just be quiet when you first go in because he may be resting,” the doctor said.

”Okay, come on, Remus,” Thomas said, grabbing Remus’s hand. The two walked into Roman’s room, Roman laying on her bed. She smiled as he saw her father and sibling walk into the room. Remus rushed over to Roman, hugging her as Thomas walked over to his bedside.

”How are you feeling, Roman?” Thomas asked.

”I’m feeling good,” Roman replied. Thomas smiled, sitting down on the edge of Roman’s bed. Roman looked at Remus as Remus hugged him.

”Remus… You’re…” Roman started.

”The Antichrist? Yeah… I didn’t want to be… I…” Remus said, cutting Roman off. Roman frowned as Remus hid their face in his shoulder.

”Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this!” Roman said. Remus looked to Roman, smiling.

”Okay, well, you should get some rest, you need to heal,” Thomas said, pulling Remus off of her. Remus hugged Thomas as Thomas held them.

”You get some rest,” Thomas said.

”Can you stay with me for right now? I don’t want to be alone,” Roman said. Thomas nodded, walking over to the corner of the room and grabbing the chair. He pulled the chair over to Roman’s bedside, sitting on it while holding Remus.

”I love you, Pa,” Roman said, closing his eyes.

”I love you too, Roman,” Thomas responded. Roman fell asleep, Thomas falling asleep soon after. Remus looked around the room, checking to make sure the two were actually asleep before fading from view.

Remus reappeared in Manager’s old office, reappearing in front of Janus. Janus looked up from its screen, seeing Remus standing in front of them. They jumped a little, startled by Remus’s sudden appearance.

”Remus! What the hell!” Janus said, swiping their screen away.

”You betrayed me,” Remus said.

”I-” Janus started.

”No, I don’t want to hear your excuses,” Remus said, putting a hand up, “You lied to me. You ratted me out and almost got me and my family killed. I thought I could trust you.”

”You can trust me!” Janus said.

”Not anymore,” Remus said.

”Look Remus, I had no choice. If I could have not told my manager about it, I would’ve but-” Janus started.

”Oh, don’t bullshit me! You don’t care about me or my feelings, you never did. All you ever cared about is your stupid ass job, and looking good in front of your boss,” Remus said, cutting Janus off.

”No I didn’t! What about that day at Junior’s? We broke the rules then and interacted with the stuff in the surrounding area! Or when you came home crying at I comforted you! Or what about yesterday morning?” Janus said.

”The day at Junior’s was in private, no one could see it. Besides, a lot of other reapers hang out in abandoned places during their day off. The item rule only applies when other people can witness it. And the other two things you mentioned were just common things other people would do for anyone. Besides, you’ve said so yourself, multiple times, I was not your friend,” Remus said.

”I only said that because we weren’t that close at that time,” Janus said. Remus rolled their eye.

”You and I both know that’s bullshit. You never thought of me as a friend, you only ever thought of me as a nuisance and a distraction,” Remus said.

”Well, you kind of were. I mean, I was always behind on quota because of you,” Janus murmured under its breath. Remus rolled their eye.

”But come on! You don’t have to be like this! You told me so yourself, you were terrified of being the Antichrist! If you just calm down, maybe we could figure out some way to-” Janus said.

”No,” Remus said, cutting Janus off, “This is who I am now. There’s no way to fix this. It was destined from the start. It’s the reason why it took me longer to die that day. It’s the reason I was fucked up from a young age. It’s the reason for everything. This is me now, and you’re just going to have to accept this.”

”Remus…” Janus said, reaching its hand out to Remus. Remus turned around.

”Get your reapers ready. I wage war on the reapers, and I won’t stop until you are dead,” Remus said.

”I…” Janus said.

”And to think I even considered you my friend. Rot in hell,” Remus said before fading out of view. Janus put its head in its hands, tears starting to fall down its face. Remus reappeared in Roman’s hospital room, standing next to Roman’s bedside.

”Stupid Janus… Why do I even try with them… They’re never going to change…” Remus whispered under their breath. They looked up at Roman, holding Roman’s hand as she slept.

”I love you, Roman… Don’t forget it, okay?” Remus said. They let go of Roman’s hand, curling back up in their father’s arms and falling asleep.

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Cauldron (part 2)

Call To Adventure

The school wasn't very far away from their house. There waiting for Puck at the front doors was her best friend, Fae. She was beautiful. Tall, fit, long blonde hair and bright green eyes. She smiled from ear to ear. “Puck! Did you hear?” She squealed. “No what? Did our principal quit? Did Jenny put a snapping turtle in the toilet again? What, tell me!” Puck grabbed Fae’s shoulders and shook her until she almost fell over. “We have a new student, look!” Fae spun her friend around and adjusted her neck so she was looking at the ‘Welcome to Willow Creek High!” sign. There stood three kids leaning up against the broken, busted, sign that was ready to fall over. One was a tall boy with dark brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. He was tan and wore dark jeans, a grey t-shirt, and on his wrist was a silver chain bracelet with a red ruby. The girl in the middle had blonde hair with the tips dyed red. She had a leather jacket on and intimidating brown eyes. The third kid was a short kid with freckles from his cheeks to his shoulders. He was only in a tank top in the autumn air. At least Puck had a scarf. The tall boy met eyes with Puck. They were so captivating, bright, almost as if he was charmed. When he raised his hand to run his fingers through his hair she was reminded of one important detail. The bracelets around their wrists were strange and designed unlike any other bracelets she had ever seen. “Oh shit.” Her eyes widened and she looked away quickly. “What? What is it?” Fae raised her eyebrows and willingly followed her friend into the long empty hallways of school. Puck cursed under her breath until they got to her locker. Throwing it open, she pulled out several books and placed them in her backpack. “Fae, go find Oisin I need to talk to him. Tell him I’ll be in the library.” She nodded and ran off.

Oisin stood at the front of the school bouncing a soccer ball from knee to knee. A few of his friends stood around him counting how many juggles he could get before it hit the ground.

Thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty- OISIN-

His concentration was broken and he kneed the ball into one of the boy’s stomach. “Fae, what the hell?!” He pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose and helped his friend off the ground. “Your sister needs you. She said it was really important.” The face she was making told him it wasn't a prank this time.

Puck pulled her Dark hair up into a pony tale so that it was out of her face. Her bangs never moved though, they were too stubborn. There was always at least one small strand of hair in her face. The ponytale went down to the middle of her back and often got in the way when she was trying to read one of her many spell books. She flipped through the beautifully decorated books and lovely handwriting to find her little purple bookmark. Her smile that was almost always present was near extinct. “Puck?” Her head shot up to see her twin brother. “What? What’s wrong? Is it mom? Is she okay? Tell me what’s happening?” He placed his hands on her shoulder and looked at her sunglasses. She tried her best to keep her eyes hidden. Her mother and father hated when she did that though. Her father used to say that it was a gift. Her eyes were beautiful no matter what color they were. They were deep and hypnotic. Her mother said that the eyes are the gateways to the soul but Puck had seen all the movies. The soul always came out the mouth. “Oisin, it’s not about mom.” He let out a sigh and let go of her. He relaxed and stepped back putting his hands on his hips. “Damn it Dork, don’t scare me like that. Now, unless it’s really important I’m gonna go back to my friends.” As he was walking away he smiled and tucked his soccer ball under his arm. “Oisin! Now is not the time for your sibling sass!” He looked down at his twin sister and his smile faded. Oisin’s perfectly white teeth were now hidden by his dusty rose lips. “There are hunters here. There here in the school! I saw them!” Puck’s voice was low but cut through the thick air. Her heart was pounding and she was positive it was as so loud Edgar Allan Poe would be churning in his grave. “How do you know they were hunters? What if they were just tourists from the next town over?”

Puck flipped the book she held over to show her brother the pictured of several pieces of sketched jewelry. They represented all the bloodlines and societies of hunters. At the bottom was the exact silver bracelet that Puck had seen on each one of their wrists. Underneath the sketch was a name Scarlet Order. Oisin’s eyes widened and snatched the book. “Fuck!”

The school bell rang and everyone rushed to class. “I’ll call mom but you need to go to class. There are three of them I think. Don’t do anything stupid before we go home.” Puck pulled out her cell phone and started to dial home. Oisin was completely struck by lightning. For years they had lived far from those idiots. Of all the times they could have showed up it had to be right then.

[paeeje]

God I wish this was a better update but it’s not. This morning, the vet called me and told me Koda deteriorated throughout the night. He was no longer able to hold his head up, and he began vocalizing his pain and misery. I made the decision to let him go.

I told him how much I love him and how proud I am of him for being so strong and brave. I told him how much his sister is going to miss him, but also how happy his other sister and brother are going to be to get to see him again. I told him not to be afraid. I told him that he’s going to feel so much better. I told him that I’ll see him and everybody else again someday, and to wait for me because it’ll be so good to get to come home to them wherever we end up. I kissed him so much and he had the tiniest bit of energy before he left to give me a couple more biscuits and head rubs. He went peacefully in my arms with me telling him so many more time how much I love him.

I brought him home to my house where his siblings can say goodbye. I wrote him a note to take with him, as well as notes for him to take with him to his brother and sister and another girl I’ve lost. He’ll go home to his first home tomorrow where he will be buried next to his brother and sister.

Thank you guys so much for everything you’ve done for us. Because of you, I was able to easily pay the remainder of his bill. I will never forget the kindness you all shared for me and my boy. I’d love to tell you about the boy you helped.

Koda was born on July 19th, 2009 to a stray girl named Squeak! We had been watching her for days hoping she’d give birth close to the house where we would be easily able to watch the babies grow. She ended up giving birth in the woods that day, and she only came down for food and water. We tried to follow her back to wherever she left her babies, but she was too smart for that and led us in a completely different direction. About a week later at 6am, my grandfather called me to tell me Squeak was bringing the babies down one by one! She brought them down and left them in a patch of old, dead Christmas trees that had collected over the years. She ended up bringing down four healthy babies. Two black kittens and two tabby kittens. We ended up with one boy and one girl in each color.

We noticed right away that the boys were a little different! Pogo, Koda’s brother, was missing half of his tail! And Koda was missing his back left paw! They had both just been born with a defect! That never stopped Koda from enjoying his time! He would walk with an obvious limp due to the missing paw, but he still played and enjoyed his life to the fullest.

Koda starred in my senior year project as Captain Cathab (Captain Ahab) in my final project which was a silent movie starring all of my cats in our own version of Moby Dick. I remember having to rush him to the hospital one Christmas Day many years back because he had a urinary tract blockage. I remember how excited I was to get to bring him home. I remember how upset he was when he lost his only brother, and then how hesitant he was when I brought home a new brother for him years later. He and Elijah ended up getting along great eventually. I remember how happy he was when I carried him with me to go get the mail so he could have outside time without running away. I remember tossing him in three feet of snow when he so desperately wanted to go outside one day. He was so confused and didn’t know what to do with all that. I remember how happy he was getting to move to a new house and sit in the window to smell the breeze. I remember how upsetting it was for everybody losing his twin sister just a handful of months ago. I remember so many good times and some bad ones too, but ultimately I remember how much I love him and how much I will always keep him with me.

Please don’t take any day with your animals for granted. There are truly never enough pictures or videos you can get of them. Tell them each and every day how much you love them.

I love you so much, Koda. Wait for me. I’ll be with you again someday, and I can’t wait to see you again. I’m so proud of you. Sleep tight, my handsome boy.

I know this is a long shot, but I’m trying to post wherever I can to help.

This is Koda, and he was rushed to the hospital this morning (6/7/23) after becoming noticeably lethargic.

I just received the call from the doctor that Koda is dehydrated, anemic, has a severe upper respiratory infection, and has fluid build up in his abdomen.

They are unsure at this time where the fluid is coming from, but worst case scenario is cancer. They have started him on fluids and antibiotics to stabilize him, but his prognosis was given as “guarded.”

I was given an estimate of $1000 to $2000 for his treatment and hospitalization. I’ve got $400 down at the moment with another $600 on the way when I get paid this Friday.

If anybody would be willing to donate to Koda’s care, it would be more appreciated than you could ever know.

My PayPal is paeeje@yahoo.com and my Venmo is @ paeeje.

Or if you would feel more comfortable donating directly to the hospital, he is currently hospitalized at Hillside Animal Hospital in Frostburg, Maryland. Their phone number is 301-689-2782 and his name is Koda Rank.

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[pinksirensong]

THE ADDAMS FAMILY (II)

The inside of the Addams residence was truly a scenery of a horror movie, if Matthew was there, he would certainly made jokes about murder and would be definitely afraid when she wouldn’t deny it. Morpheus always thought Y/N would make a wonderful queen for the Dreaming and him, but right now he was surer of it than ever, especially at being the Queen of Nightmares.

- Our house is as old as the Addams family itself, it passed to generation after generation. It belongs now to my uncle Festus and my father, Gomez. We all live here together, well I don’t anymore but the rest do. Now aside them there are also my mother, Morticia, my siblings Wednesday, Pugsley and Pubert, grandmama, Lurch and… - a hand came running down the hall and threw itself at her legs. Y/N stooped to its height. – Thing, oh I am deeply sorry for taking so long. We have a new guest for the wedding, please do inform Lurch of it, we do not want another incident like the last one. – after endless years nothing should surprise him anymore and yet seeing his beloved talking to a very alive hand was strange to Morpheus, especially because both appeared to understand each other well. – Yes, he is indeed very handsome, and I would like to keep him this way, so if you could please check if Wednesday took my crossbow, it would be very much appreciated. – after he responded to her, something that only she could understand, Thing went upstairs.

- What is that thing? – Dream asked her while looking at where it went.

- That’s Thing, he’s also family. – after seeing his face, she grinned. – For someone who’s lived an endless life you surely look surprised.

- It looked like it was talking to you.

- Thing was talking to me, we all understand him. Is his language too difficult for you? Also, please, do not call Thing “it”, we actually have a cousin named Itt and it would be very confusing. – reaching the backyard, he noticed that the outside wasn’t different from the inside. – There they are, come with me, my dream. – Y/N pulled him by the arm towards her parents.

- Y/N, dear, we were looking for you. The wedding is about to start, and your uncle would be very upset if you weren’t here. – her mother said and then looked at the man at her daughter’s side. – And who might that be?

- This is Morpheus.

- Oh, the Morpheus. I see.

- I brag about you every chance I got. It is not every day you found someone who’s equally devoted to their beloved as you, my dream. – Y/N said after realizing he was surprised that she talked about him to them, Morpheus expected them to know only of his existence and nothing more.

- Our daughter has high standards, so if she is allowing you to meet us it is because you are special. – Gomez said, most fathers would be jealous of their daughter dating someone, but he just wanted his little nightmare to be happy.

- You both set the bar too far, I would not accept nothing less than what I saw you two have my whole life. – no matter how odd they were, no one could say that Morticia and Gomez weren’t deeply in love. Y/N poked Morpheus side to bring his attention to her, motioning to the bouquet of stems still at his hand.

- These are for you, Miss Addams.

- Oh, how thoughtful of you. – one of the thorns pricked her finger, but the only person slightly worried about it was Dream. – Please, call me Morticia. We are family, after all. – excusing herself to put the bouquet at some vase she left being followed right behind by her husband.

- Now you’ve already met my parents and Thing. Oh, there is Lurch, he seems busy so we can talk later. – he saw her wave at someone, or something, that looked like the Frankenstein monster. – Let’s search for Wednesday, she’s probably with Pugsley trying to get rid of Pubert.

- Is that not your youngest brother?

- Yes, there was this old tradition, or so grandmama say, that when a new child comes to the family, they must get rid of one of the oldest. When Wednesday was born, I left her at the doghouse for a full day…and the funniest part is that we never had a dog. Mother talked to me, of course, and made me see reason. She will probably do the same with them.

- You are a very peculiar family. – he closed the little space between them and putted his arms around her. – Against all odds that only makes me love you more. I must admit that I was nervous about meeting your family and Matthew although with good intentions did not help with it.

- I, too, was nervous about the day you would meet them. As I told you before, you are the first that I bring home and even knowing they would love you as I do, it still got me nervous. We are indeed a peculiar family, and most people don’t like us. – Y/N remember all the times other kids would be mean to her but being the way she is since forever it didn’t matter, and she never cared for them, but she knew that it wasn’t that easy for Pugsley. Y/N and Wednesday were tough and too cold to care about what others thought of them, but they would defend their family until the end and no matter the means to the end. – It is important for me that they like you.

- It is a relief that they do not dislike me then.

- Oh, my dream, let’s not celebrate before you meet my sister. Now she will be hard to impress, Wednesday's at that very special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind.

- Boys? – the question didn’t come from Morpheus, but an unknow woman to her that didn’t seem to fit at the place, probably some outsider.

- Homicide. - Y/N smiled wickedly at the stranger before she left. – Let’s sit down, the ceremony is about to start. – and indeed, it did. It was like the bride couldn’t wait to get out of there, and while her parents told her that Debby absolutely loved the family, especially her uncle Festus, she couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. She was too perfect, she came at the exactly right time and always knew what to say. Festus was an Addams, but much like her father he was very naïve about other people. Debby was lucky and got her wish, but only because of Wednesday. Just like Y/N, her sister knew something was wrong and was determined to prove it but could only do so if they remained there. Wednesday Addams gladly stole her sister’s crossbow with the intention of only hurting the bride a little bit…or at least make it look like it and after extracting the information she needed then Debby could rot in any way she deemed better, and no one would know it. She had a good plan and a lot of determination, but unfortunately her aim wasn’t at her side and instead of Debby it hit Y/N’s thigh. In a second Dream’s arms were around Y/N’s body making sure she wouldn’t pass out because of the blood loss, the bride was a mix of furious knowing it was meant for her and happy to use this as an excuse to leave that family and never come back. No one looked shocked at the situation.

- Oh, Wednesday. – Y/N turned to face her sister with a very disapproving look. – How many times shall I tell you to not fire the crossbow inside the house?

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[panandinpain0]

Birthday Date

Howdy, fellas

Percy Weasley x Male!Reader

Don't judge me- I've always liked (*cough* simped *cough*) his character, sooooo...

Also, it's been a while since I've read the books or watched the movies so I'm a little hazy on the actual plot/what happened with Percy and his family...

This really was just a whim.

It's really fluffy

Warnings: Swearing, Spying?, it's lowkey stalking ngl, but not in a super creepy or obsessive way...

Hope you enjoy!

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The Weasley family sat around the dinner table. But it wasn't right. It was eerily silent, especially for the Burrow. The only sounds were the silverware scraping on the glass plates.

It was Percy Weasley's birthday, and none of the family had contacted him in years.

"Bloody hell, have you really not talked to him for years?" Hermione burst out, putting down her silverware and looking at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, then to each sibling.

"No, 'Mione, we haven't," Ron responded, not even he held the heat he used to when his brother was mentioned.

"I know what Percy did was wrong, but..." Harry trailed off, not having the heart to look up from his plate.

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears, covering her face with her hands as Mr. Weasley wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I- really, I just want to know how he's doing! Is he safe? Is he even alive?!" Molly sobbed, her voice dripping with tears. She was bordering on hysteric.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" Hermione asked, leaning forward with a sympathetic look on her face as she regarded Molly.

"He won't want to talk to me- to any of us," Mr. Weasley responded, rubbing Molly's shoulder.

"You know more spells than most of us, 'Mione, do you think there's one that could help us now?" Harry asked, looking over at his childhood friend.

Hermione thought for a moment, biting her lip as she contemplated.

"Oh!" She perked up as if a lightbulb had went off in her head. "I do have one..."

After dinner, which had been more lively after the solution was suggested, they all crowded into the sitting room.

"I'm not sure if this'll work, but it should, if I do it correctly. Any ideas what he could be doing on his birthday?" Hermione asked lightheartedly as she double checked the spell book she carried.

"I'm not sure, but I hope we can find out," Fred responded, exchanging happy looks with his twin. They'd never been to fond of Percy but you never knew what you had until it's gone.

"Alright, hold on tight," Hermione warned, casting the spell over them all. They went from standing on their creaky wood floors to being in the middle of a street, standing on the damp asphalt, seeing as it had rained previously. They were standing in front of a restaurant who's light flooded through the tall windows and cast over the street.

"Just to be clear, we can see them, but they can't see us," Hermione informed the group, everyone looking around them to see what was going on.

"Where are we?" Ron asked.

"Is this that new street they built off of Diagon Alley? I'm pretty sure one of our old Gryffindor mate's own this restaurant," Harry observed.

The group's attention was quickly caught by the sound of talking coming in their direction. Laughter...

"I'm not joking," Percy Weasley said through his laughter.

His family all stared at him. Percy Weasley was walking in a nice suit, holding hands with a man, both of them seemingly very happy.

"It seems like it would be a joke," the other man replied, not being able to stop smiling.

The group was taken aback by the American accent. They never expected Percy to be in a relationship, much less with an American man. The two walked until they were in the middle of the windows, though the customers inside payed them no mind.

"Hey," the man caught Percy's wrist and gently tugged him into his arms, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding his jaw.

"(Y/N)?" Percy asked, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s middle.

"Happy birthday, my love," (Y/N) whispered, smiling and pressing his forehead to Percy's, their breath visible in the cold.

Percy's face dusted a light pink as he smiled at the man in front of him.

"I love you," Percy whispered back.

"I love you more." (Y/N) swooped down for a kiss, capturing Percy's lips in his own. "Now, come, I got reservations and it's cold." They both laughed and (Y/N) held open the door, entering after Percy.

Mrs. Weasley was crying again, holding a hand to her mouth as she tried to keep it in. They all watched as (Y/N) took off Percy's coat, leading him to the table and pulling out his chair for him. After ordering (Y/N) leaned his hand across the table and joined hands with Percy in the middle, rubbing his thumb over Percy's knuckles. The two were entranced with each other, it was beautiful to watch.

The spell wore off then, and they were all back in the Burrow's sitting room. It was mostly silent, until Molly broke it.

"He seems happy, right?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"Very happy," George agreed, wrapping an arm around his mother.

"You should write to him," Hermione advised, wiping away a few stray tears. She had been touched by the sweet display.

"Who do you think that was? His boyfriend- husband? Surely he wouldn't have gotten married without telling us?" Molly asked frantically.

"Come on, mum, we'll get you things to write to him," Fred said, helping George lead her to the desk.

"Maybe we all should. Write him, that is..." Mr. Weasley proposed, trailing off. He felt like he was the worst father, casting out his son for such a trivial thing, looking back.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, patting him on the shoulder.

If they had watched for longer they would see you pull out a box with a ring inside, and Percy frantically nod his head yes. You weren't his husband, not yet, and Molly was right. He wouldn't get married without telling her.

End

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I'm gay :)

-Author Max <3

[the-mini-muse]

Polin Drabble - Adulation

Adulation

Eloise turned the key and opened the door to her and Penelope’s apartment. 

“Pen! Did you get my text? I’m starving. We making something or are we going ou-,” Eloise stopped on the edge of their living room. She eyed the two people on the couch suspiciously. She then smacked her lips and shrugged quickly, “What are you guys up to?”

On the couch was her best friend and her brother sitting quite far apart on the couch and staring very hard at the movie playing on the television.

Colin lazily shifted his eyes from the tv to his sister and raised an eyebrow,” I thought you were the smart one? Watching a movie. Obviously.” His tone imperious and his eyes seemed to look down on her even though he’s the one that was sitting. 

Eloise just stuck out her tongue in response. Childish. Yes. You would have to be when dealing with a child! 

With an eye roll, she looked over at Penelope instead. The red head seemed to still be hyper focusing on whatever regency movie was playing. Unblinking eyes staring at the screen. Pride and Prejudice? Sense and Sensibility? Doesn’t matter,”Penelope?”

Her friend turned towards her as if surprised, “Oh! Eloise! Welcome home, I didn’t see you there. This movie is just so..interesting! How was your day?”

Poor Pen’s face was turning a cherry red color and her rambling stopped abruptly as she looked at Eloise with a hopeful face.

On the corner of her eyes she noticed Colin turn his head towards Penelope in amusement, he didn’t do a very good job hiding that smirk on his face. 

Eloise just hmmmm’ed. She took a moment to really look at them. 

Sweaty, clothes a bit disheveled, breathing a little fast if Penelopes chest was an indication. Between Penelopes shifty eyes and Colins face - one she calls his “I’m innocent. It wasn’t me” face that worked on their mother 90% of the time - she felt it was her turn to try to hold in her own smile. 

I mean seriously!

She considers herself quite a perceptive person and she couldn’t help but feel a tad bit offended that these two could even THINK of trying to hide their relationship from her. At this point it felt like they weren’t even trying! 

“Work was fine, “She answered as she took a seat on the end of the “L”shaped couch that they had and basically sat next to Penelope. Her back to the tv and having a vantage point now where she could see her brothers face clearly but blocked Penelope from watching her movie, “Although, I do want to let you know that I have this new coworker…”

“Oh?” Penelope glanced at Colin whose face morphed into one of distrust.

“Oh yes, his name is Henry and he is EXACTLY your type! I mean you haven’t dated anyone in a while so I figured since I’m your best friend (shrugs) I can help with that by setting you up on a date”

Her friend looked at her in disbelief and quickly replied, “It’s ok. I’m good. Really. I’m sure your coworker is a very nice man but I’m really not looking currently.”

Colins face turned away from them and looked back at the movie. His jaw clenching and eyes narrowed. 

Oh god her sides was starting to hurt as she tried to hold her laughter in and keep a straight face herself, “But Pen, he’s tall, smart as a whip, smooth deep voice, and he has muscles for days! That suit he was wearing was tailor made but there’s NO WAY to hide those arms.”

“Well why don’t YOU date him instead?” Colins irritated voice interrupted her adulations and caused her to give her attentions to him momentarily. 

Penelope sucked in her lips into a thin line as she looked between the siblings nervously. Eloise turned back to her knowing that it would only agitate her brother more to be ignored, “ and I told Henry all about YOU. “

“Me?” Pen asked weakly.

“Yep! (Eloise extended the “P” sound so that her lips made a smacking sound)  Pen he sounded VERY interested especially when I showed him pictures of you! I HAD to show him that one picture when we went to the beach last summer? (Eloise turned her head towards Colin) Brother remember - when you came back from Spain (“Greece” Penelope interjected) and Pen was wearing that two piece green bathing suit? It’s the one later that night near the bonfire and she had to borrow your jacket?”

Of course he would know. He had asked for a copy of that photo of Penelope smiling, wearing his jacket, the embers of the fire highlighted her red hair and made her look ethereal. It was also the background wallpaper on his phone once you enter the code to unlock it. She’d only found out after picking it up from the floor where Augie had just set it down after an episode of whatever kid show ended on the Netflix app. Colin had given his phone to their nephew in order to keep him occupied the last time the whole family gathered at their mothers house. 

Colin didn’t dignify her question with an answer and so she continued, 

”Anyways, I just wanted to make sure with you that it would be ok for me to give him your number?”

“No. Absolutely not!” Colin glowered at Eloise. 

“And why not?!” She glowered right back taunting him. 

“Because…!!” Her brother sputtered angrily.

“Because what?!!” Eloise stood up with her hands on her hips.

“Because….” His breathing hastened as he turned to look at Penelope who was now biting her lips worriedly. 

Eloise just tapped her right foot impatiently, “Well that’s not really a good ex-“

“Because I’m in love with her!” Colin’s gaze flicked from Eloise to Penelope who eyed him in wonder so he continued but this time in a tender tone, ”I’m in love with you…”

He moved closer to her on the couch and raised hands to hold her face as she teared up - her own hands softly covered them, thumbs caressing his as she seemed to search his face for something Eloise did not know. 

“Oh well my work is done. I’m going to mums house. I think they still should have some leftovers from dinner since your here, “ Eloise smirked as she looked at their confused faces, “Oh! Whatever you both do next, PLEASE for the love of God and all that is holy - keep it in the bedroom!”

With that, Eloise turned around and walked out of the apartment with a big smile on her face. 

Henry? She cackled. Oh yes Henry, tall broad shouldered hunk of a man. Starred in that one show on Netflix. She meant Henry Cavill of course. Eloise’s proudly started texting Hyacinth that she has some very juicy information and NO she couldn’t say anything but it’s so so good and with that she continued to walk with a spring on her step. 

[rere-the-writer]

Hi! Can I please request an Elijah Mikaelson oneshot? It's like Elijah went away because of Hayley marrying Jackson. He has a family with the reader already when the Mikaelson family found him. Thank you!

Who is ready for fluffy angst?! Because that's what you are getting.

Warnings- Fluff, A bit of Angst, Protective Elijah

Russian:

Moy olen' - my stag

Ya lyublyu vas - I love you

It hurt Elijah to watch Hayley making plans to marry Jackson as if her and the Original never shared late nights together nor her being in love with him. Elijah decided to leave as he just wanted to get away from the pain, away from seeing the woman he let in marry another as she felt it would protect Hope.

"Are you sure Elijah?" Rebekah asked watching him pack understanding how hurt Elijah was as it was rare for Elijah to let anyone in so to see the woman he loved marry another had hurt the Original. It was the one trait of Elijah's that Rebekah found annoying, how easy Elijah could love someone so deeply only to be hurt. Rebekah had warned Hayley to not play with Elijah's feelings if she planned to marry Jackson yet she did.

"Yes. Besides you and Niklaus can take of yourselves, Hayley will have her wolves."

"But Hope will want her uncle."

"Then call me Rebekah. I can't....be here." Elijah says kissing Rebekah's forehead as he walked out carrying a bag. Elijah drove not really caring where he was going until he settled in a small town up near New England.

It was a chilly morning as Elijah woke up finding you feeding your new born son making him smile leaning over kissing the baby's head. You were an ancient wolf that Elijah met and had a friendship with that it turned into something more.

"He is up early."

"Takes after his father." You teased as Elijah chuckled kissing a mark on your neck that you explained to Elijah that he was your mate and how older ancient wolves like yourself, marked their mates. Elijah had a similar mark on his shoulder and took his role as your mate seriously, having grown every protective of you.

"I apologize baby." Elijah says sitting up leaning against the headboard as you smiled moving to burp the baby boy. Elijah hadn't plan on falling in love again but yet here you were, an old wolf without a pack and seemly made for him well the Universe thought so.

"What are your plans today?"

"We are snowed in so I was thinking you, me and little Nikolai could cuddle up on the couch and watch old Christmas movies."

"Sounds lovely my beloved mate." You sat nuzzling Elijah's neck taking in his scent before Nikolai whined for his father which Elijah happily took his son in his arms. You got out of bed shuttering feeling the cold wood floor and muttered a few things in Russian.

"This reminds me of the cold Siberian winters." You couldn't help mutter making Elijah chuckle having gotten up and placed a kiss on your neck.

"It reminds me of the winters when I was child." Elijah says softly peppering more kisses on your skin and you both ready for the day. It was quiet as Nikolai slept on you as Elijah got up hearing a knock at the door making the Original wonder who could be out in this weather.

"Elijah!" Hayley breathed hugging the vampire confusing him as he saw Klaus and Rebekah with her. He hadn't seen his siblings for about a year in a half with a few phone calls but they never told him that there was any trouble.

"What are you doing here?"

"We need your help Elijah." Rebekah says looking her brother over noting he was dressed in a black botton up and slacks with slippers.

"Come in and get out of the cold."

"Moy olen'?" Your soft voice reached their ears as Elijah smiled at you seeing you standing there with a raised eyebrow holding the new born. Something sparked in Hayley seeing Elijah walking up to you kissing his son's head rubbing his back.

"Baby, meet my brother and sister, Rebekah and Niklaus. This is my friend Hayley." Elijah tells you as you looked at the three.

"Everyone this is my mate and son, Y/N and Nikolai." Elijah tells Klaus and Rebekah with a smile while Hayley stared seeing how soft and happy Elijah looked.

"So a Russian wolf, Elijah?" Klaus says smirking when it was just him and Elijah with Hayley as you went to lay the baby down with Rebekah following.

"Y/N, is a lovely woman and is as old as us." Elijah says sipping his tea making Klaus smile. The hybrid couldn't really remember when Elijah had been truly happy but was glad you and Elijah meet.

"So you ran off!? To some wolf?"

"No Hayley....I just needed to be away for awhile." Elijah tells Hayley eyes flashing a bit of hurt as you returned with Rebekah. You were at his side right away sensing that Elijah was upset but he waved off your worry by kissing your palm.

"What do you need of me?"

"Our crazy aunt is after all the first born in the family. Meaning she'll be coming for your son soon." Klaus says watching Elijah sit up as you let out a low growl.

"We come back to New Orleans with you."

Nikolai seemed to hate the change of environment as he whined against your chest as you cooed softly. Elijah was making you dinner while you were up in his bedroom calming Nikolai.

"How was the wedding?" Elijah asked Hayley when she walked in as she crossed her arms watching Elijah cook.

"Beautiful, you would have known if you hadn't ran off."

"Well you pretend that we were never together."

"Does your so call mate know about us?"

"Yes. She knows everything. Does Jackson know?" Elijah says turning looking at Hayley as she looked away as she hadn't told her husband a thing. Hayley frowned watching Elijah walk out carrying a tray of food leaving her with her thoughts.

"I've got you something to eat." Elijah says smiling seeing you sitting on the bed as Nikolai was finally calm laying on Elijah's pillow.

"Thank you. Your scent seems to calm our pup." You tell Elijah watching him sit by Nikolai rubbing the baby's back as you eat some food.

"I must apologize for all this."

"No need Eli, you are my mate. Ya lyublyu vas." You tell Elijah with a smile as his heart sang as he always adored it when you said I love you in Russian.

"I love you too." Elijah said softly leaning over kissing you softly and turned his attention to Nikolai when the baby began to squirm. Elijah chuckled gently rolling the boy over watching him light up it made you smile watching Elijah with Nikolai as you three enjoyed your little family bubble.

"We should have another."

"You'll have to wait for my next heat, beloved."

"Until your next heat then." Elijah teased leaning towards you nipping at your neck making you giggle leaning away then kissed Elijah as you three enjoyed the peace for a moment.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

A Sister's Love

Pairing: Platonic Damian Wayne x Al Ghul!Reader

Warnings: Injuries and blood. Drugging, Trafficking and sexual assult but these are not the main themes.

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian's, shadow.

A/N: Was originally gonna make this a Dick Grayson x Reader but realized it would be weird cuz of mixed families and stuff. And I don't wanna be pushing the boundaries of incest.

Growing up in the League of Assassins meant a lot of things for you. It meant that you were raised to be powerful and commanding. It meant you knew how to kill a man in 47 different ways and counting. It meant that you were raised to rightfully think that you were the best.

Although for every good thing there was always cons. Your schedule was rigid and your peers were unfeeling. Your mother most of all, but that didn't stop you from trying to win her affection. It was the reason why when your little brother was born you felt threatened.

That was until you met little Damian. Your mother had handed him to you with a smile of pride that she never showed you and you hated him. But then you saw his precious little face, a nose tinier than a button and adorable lips that were curled into a pout. He was so beautiful.

Since then, you put any differences you might have had with your mother behind you. According to Ra’s it would have been a mistake to show Damian such tenderness, to teach him about loyalty to your heart, instead of without it.

But Talia couldn't ignore the tug she felt in her heart seeing you and Damian together. You still worked hard, harder than she had ever seen before, now determined not to show that you were weak and have them take your brother from you. Damian followed your example, training to her approval, however taxing it was for him.

And more importantly, Damian loved you. You were the first woman he had ever loved and he was smart enough to know that would never be a mistake. You were his shelter in a storm, his fire in the cold. You were the best sibling that anyone could ever even dream of.

But then you had to part. At age 10, Damian went to live with his father, Bruce Wayne. You had never met the man when he was with your mother and you assumed you wouldn't need to, he wasn't your father.

Both you and Damian didn't want to leave each other. You'd miss your little brother and you'd miss the feeling in your chest whenever you'd look at him. Damian would miss home; he would miss your presence and he would miss the familiarity. But he couldn't stay.

That's something you learnt at the League. Damian couldn't stay, with you. He was meant for bigger things than you.

Another thing you learnt was that you didn't have to stay either. You wanted to see the world, see what everything else had in store for you. And your mother, bless her, gave you her blessing.

Of all the things the league taught you, there were things they missed out on. And a part of you was thankful for that. Because you enjoyed the feeling of wide-eyed wonderment when you stepped into a train station for the first time ever.

You had never tasted a chocolate muffin before, you realized as you stuffed your face at a local bakery. Coffee and chocolate muffins went well together. You liked sweet things better than spicy things, you noted when you didn't enjoy the tteokbokki you bought at a Korean food stall.

People were kind, not foolish. They smiled at you when you came in and genuinely asked you where you were headed. Like the woman you met on the tram who was heading to Washington DC. Even through the short ride, the two of you had bonded and she had left you with her phone number and a promise that if you were ever in DC, you would ring her up. Diana was trusting, too trusting. You could have assumed it was because she was stupid, but you wanted to believe it was because she was smarter than even you.

Some people were kind like her but of course, some were impolite and pig-headed. You of course didn't waste any time putting them in their place. Maybe that was why you shouldn't have any faith in humanity.

But isn't humanity just the thing you should be putting faith in?

It was fun at first, discovering new things, seeing how people really lived outside of books and things taught to you back at the League. You knew everything, you weren't naive enough to be oblivious but reading about something was miles apart from actually experiencing it.

After a while however, you got lonely, it was a huge world with people constantly moving and you've come to realize that unless you're with somebody, you can't really move from your place. Instead, you'd be stuck watching all of them. So, you sought after your brother.

It was easy enough to track Bruce Wayne, he lived in a house large enough to be seen from outer space. Getting to Gotham took longer than you expected. Time passed so easily when you didn't have a purpose but now that you had somewhere you needed to be, the train couldn't go any slower.

Gotham City was less gloomy than people made it out to be. The sun was shining and the city was bustling. In some ways, it seemed a little homey. Maybe that was because you didn't have to worry about someone hurting you. If anything, they should pray that they don't choose you as their next victim.

Of course, you could've gone to Wayne Manor and introduced yourself civilly but you wanted to see Damian more than anything and didn't want to delay it any longer. And more than that, you wanted to see Damian is his cute little school uniform.

That's what led you to wait outside of the well-reputed Gotham University, waiting patiently for the bell to ring and students to file out of it. You already knew that they wouldn't come out singing like in the movies but a very small fraction of you still hoped.

Your heartrate increased with every passing minute, excited to meet your brother after nearly a year of being apart. Eventually, the bell did ring and students began trickling out of the doors, looking like bumble bees, excitedly zipping around and talking to their friends.

'Would this have been my life if I was never born in the League?' You wondered, looking at a girl who was animatedly chatting with her friend, arms interlocked as they moved towards the parking lot where their parents were waiting.

When you finally saw Damian, you suddenly felt out of place. Like an outsider watching someone else's brother when you saw his eyes lock onto someone in the commons. Even though you weren't on the school campus, you could still recognize who it was.

Richard Grayson, oldest son of Bruce Wayne, waiting to pick up your little brother on a motor cycle.

And for the first time in your life, you experienced insecurity, watching them greet each other like brothers. The feeling was sour and you wondered if it was a mistake coming here, thinking that you still had a place here.

It was true, people didn't move from their place unless they had someone to go with. You hadn't felt fulfilled like that since your brother stopped being at your side. He was everything you knew. It was just your mistake for thinking that in the year apart your brother wouldn't have found anyone either.

***

"Drake, pull up the security cameras from today at my school parking lot." Damian ordered, stepping into the Batcave.

"No 'Hello', no 'How you doing?', it's always 'Tim, do this' 'Drake, do that'," Tim commented sarcastically but still pulled up whatever he needed, "And then as soon as I give you what I want, you're going to forget me again. And not even visit the kids."

Dick spared him a laugh at his dramatic scene, ruffling his hair as greeting and then turned his attention to the screen. The footage was played at double the speed until Damian's eyes locked onto just what he wanted to find.

It was just for a second, when Dick's motorcycle had zoomed past but that was all he needed. Damian had seen your face and it wasn't any mistake, he'd know you even if he was blind. Even though he was so sure it had been you, he still couldn't hide the way his body froze, eyes wide when he saw your face.

It was the same face he'd see every night before he went to bed and the very first person he wanted to see every time he woke up. Your image was what came into his mind when he thought of being nurtured, when he thought of being safe.

There was a time when he was younger, too young, there was a thunder storm. He doesn't remember much from the night, just hiding his face against your chest and you wrapping a blanket around him. His mother trained him even harder the next day, until he almost dropped but he'd never forget curling up to your warmth. Not even now, when he knew that thunder storms were the least of his fears.

It was as simple as that. With his father and brothers, he didn't have to worry about looking weak, he didn't think of love as a weakness, rather he considered it as the fuel behind strength. Yes, his father taught him well. And now he would show you just how much he's grown. So, you can be proud of him.

"We need to find her."

"Why? Who is she?"

"My sister."

***

Of all the things you wanted to experience, visiting a bar was one of them. Was the air really enough to intoxicate you? Were you really going to lose all sense when you stepped into it? Would be able to drink your troubles away?

You were sorely disappointed. The alcohol didn't taste good, it burned when you swallowed it and made your tongue feel fuzzy. The music was so loud that your brain began throbbing against your skull to the beat of the song.

Men were picking fights and women were having fun but even then, you couldn't find it in yourself to get up and actually have fun. I mean, how were you supposed to? How was cosying up against a drunk man supposed to make you feel better? How was getting lost in throngs of sweaty people who didn't know what personal space was meant to improve your mood?

If anything, it just reminded you of just how pathetic your life was.

You were realizing you had no purpose. Damian was all you had known for years now, knowing only to protect him with your life and love him with your heart. Who were you without him? What did you like? What made you happy outside from your duty at the league?

A man knocking into you brought you out of your thoughts, which had been happening all night. Except this man stopped in front of you and gave you a smile that turned your stomach upside down.

"Sorry about that pretty lady, let me buy you a drink to make up for it." He spoke with a voice that was trying to be smooth but instead sounded like metal scraping over each other.

"No, thank you." You said sharply, not yet done with your Manhattan anyway. You were barely enjoying your time here as it was and you were sure another drink wouldn't change your mind.

"Not a fan?"

You shook your head at him, choosing to humour the man.

"Then let me buy you another one, if you don't like it then you have nothing to lose."

You pretended to giggle at him and he swelled with pride. Did he think he was winning?

"One Boulevardier." He told the bartender who nodded and began preparing the drink. Until it was ready, you indulged the man in front of you who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.

He placed the drink in front of you and if you hadn't known that it would burn going down and turn you into a shell of yourself, you might have been curious to what it tasted like.

"You see that dude over there?" He nodded to a man standing in the other corner of the bar and you turned to look at him. Another man, covered in tattoos who didn't look any different than the one standing behind you.

"He's my pal, owns the bar. Ask him and he'll hook you up with free drinks tonight. For a price, of course."

You turned back around to face the man and out of the corner of your eye saw something dissolve into your drink. It was only for a second but you saw the last remaining grains turn invisible and you definitely noticed the way the once steady drink was now swirling into a vortex in the middle.

"Drink up, princess."

You smirked. Tonight, might be fun after all.

***

This was boring.

You had been pretending to be unconscious for about 40 minutes while these men drove you to some undisclosed location. Their conversations were unbelievably dry and it's not like you had anyone else to talk to. Everyone else who might have been even mildly interesting were knocked unconscious.

Eventually they pulled up to some sort of holding facility and if your assumptions were correct then this would be a midpoint before they sold all the girls here to some sort of pimp.

Once they lugged you off the truck and threw you into a room with so many other people, you could hear their breathing did you open your eyes. It seemed like this was some sort of abandoned butcher or meat factory, judging by the ominous hooks hanging above your head and the metal walls. The door had been bolted shut, the only way to look through it was a small glass window.

Only after you finished taking in your surroundings did you even look at the other women who had been trapped in the room along with you. Your stomach turned.

There were so many unsuspecting faces who looked like they didn't sign up for this. Half of them looked under the influence of something, sweating profusely even in their sleep, faces scrunched up in pain. The other looked like they were forcibly taken, bruises covering their skin, hair and clothes in disarray and more than half of them had either a black eye or a swollen lip.

Maybe it was their fault for not being trained, that's what someone at the league would've said. But isn't it their captors’ fault for misusing their training, their strength, for something as vile as this?

You decided to wait, you couldn't assume that this small group of girls was the only one in the confines of the building. How many more were here?

You weren't feeling overwhelmed, not at all, not with the weapons that were littering you. A kunai hidden is either of your boots, throwing stars in your pockets hidden underneath your vest and a war fan in your pocket. You could handle these clowns without even looking up.

But it wasn't your life you were concerned about. It was the lives of these underaged, vulnerable girls who had fallen prey to these monsters.

While you were waiting a couple of the girls started to wake up. Some were still heavily drugged, still groggy when their eyes fluttered open and unable to focus onto anything. Others shot up straight as an arrow and began crying, screaming, begging for them to let them out.

They were ignored, by both their captors and you. Why try and reassure then when you weren't sure what was going to happen. More importantly, why throw off the monsters lurking outside the door that there was one woman who hadn't been phased.

Instead, you just stared blankly, trying to get comfortable and hear anything through the walls. Eventually, you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. You covered the lower half of your face with a scarf, making sure that anyone who left here alive today, wouldn't be able to remember your face. Whether it be as a saviour or their punisher.

The girls whimpered and curled into one another, crying quietly and you felt sympathy. There was no way they'd be able to move forward from this without having fear stab at their heart with every step they took. You could only hope they had something in their life that would make them feel safe.

For tonight, you'd be that for them.

A few men opened the door with a cruel smile, stepping inside for a second before bolting it shut. They flaunted guns and other weapons to the girls, finding pleasure where there should be compassion and worry. You were disgusted watching their smirks twist maniacally when the girls cried harder seeing them brandish their weapons.

One of the men stepped forward and grabbed the girl closest to him who begged and cried to spare her. His disgusting hand might as well be made of acid because you almost felt the sick burn when it snaked between her legs and copped a feel while she sobbed and screamed, trying to fight him off.

You grabbed one of your weapons and returned their sick grins with one of your own.

It was going to be hard to cop a feel when he can't feel anything.

You were going to break each and every bone in his hand to ensure that.

***

"Can I borrow your phone please?" You asked the bloody and broken man by your feet. He glared at you and spat blood on your boots, unable to do anything else. You sighed and faked a pout.

"Is it here?" You wondered, holding the dirtied boot over his ribs and his eyes widened, catching drift of what you were about to do. You rammed your foot into his broken ribs, courtesy of yourself, and he screamed bloody murder. Music to your ears.

"Apparently not. Want me to check your pants?" You asked, raising a brow and he frantically shook his head, using whatever strength left to pull out his phone from his pocket and you smiled, thanking him quietly.

"Now, let's hope that one blow is enough to put you out of my misery." You sang, punching him right in the face and he passed out. Lightweight.

You took a look around the place, seeing bodies littered over the place like confetti. Blood was scattered on the ground and you're sure if people looked hard enough, they'd find someone's teeth. You on the other hand looked fine.

You sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably, tired after the fight and dialled a number onto the phone.

"Hello, police?"

"Yes, how can we help you?"

"Well, there's a sex trafficking scam going on at my location. Quite shoddy but they have a number of women trapped here and it would be nice if you could send backup to have them escorted home safely."

"A sex trafficking scam?"

"Well, it could be just a regular trafficking scam but I'm not too sure."

"All right, I'll have someone check it out."

"Good, and I realize you might get a lot of calls like this but please don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. Tell your people to send a couple of ambulances as well, you'll need them."

"Of course."

You could only hope the person on the other end of the line would eat their words when it was on the front of the newspaper. For now, your work was done.

In the meantime, how were you going to get anywhere from here? Where even were you? Was there anyone even conscious here who could give you directions? Or would you have to call the police again to find out where to go?

Not that you'd wait long enough for them actually arrive here. You'd return to the bar way before that for another drink. Maybe now you'd actually be able to enjoy one.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a creak coming from the other end of the warehouse. It echoed through the halls and you leapt to your feet, soundless moving to hide in the shadows and pulling out a kunai.

The footsteps that followed it were light and airy, barely even touching the ground. They were trained, whoever they were. You kept your ears open in order to hear something.

"Whoever was here was trained." You heard someone comment.

"Are you really that stupid, Nightwing? It's obvious that my sister was the one who took out this ring and reported it." Came the snappy reply back and your breath caught in your chest. Make no mistake, that was your brother's voice.

"We must find her."

He was actually looking for you? He knows you're here? You're not entirely surprised, you haven't exactly been careful or stealthy when it came to concealing your face around Gotham. A mistake on your part but you couldn't have been more relieved.

You still remained quiet, not wanting to disturb the flow, not wanting to interrupt. You had the mind of a soldier but when there was no one to follow you seemed more like a sheep. It made you feel slight shame, that you were unable to stick up for yourself despite being so many things.

Maybe, the league wasn't the best thing for you.

Immediately you scraped the thought from your mind, berating yourself for even thinking that. The league had given you everything, everything you were today was because of them. You were strong and calculating, the leagues proud soldier.

You were proud of your roots, thankful that you grew up to be the person you were. They had given you everything, and your brother was just one of the gifts that you had been blessed with in your life.

"Damian." You spoke softly, stepping out of the shadows. His head snapped towards you, eyes widening when he took in your form. It really was you. His sister.

Damian wasted no time in bounding towards you and you knelt down to meet his eye level, catching him with open arms. A part of your heart sang when you realized he was still small enough to fit in your arms. He still held you close. He still loved you.

"I've missed you, Ya Amar." You spoke softly, cradling his head that was buried in the junction of your neck.

"I as well, Okhti."

***

Damian was ecstatic that you were in Gotham. Of course, it didn't look like it to anyone but everyone who knew him well could tell that he was happy that his sister was home with him. He didn't wait for even two seconds when you got to the Batcave (much to Bruce's surprise) to show you all his pets.

The next few days would be considered the best of his life.

Damian wanted to be as close to you as possible, sitting near you during meals, training with you, talking with you, even going as far to sneak into your temporary bedroom at night for cuddles. He certainly got more comfortable showing affection since the last time you were around.

He showed you his hobbies like painting and sketching and you were impressed. He had the skills to be doing something like this? Damian had picked up many new talents and many new stories since you last saw him and he was eager to share them all with you.

The next few days would be considered the worst of your life.

You had found Damian now, so why didn't you still feel fulfilled? Why did you feel like something was missing? Like this wasn't meant for you? Why weren't you satisfied?

Why did you feel envious that Damian got to experience so many things? Why did you feel resentment against him when you realized you never got the same things he has?

Your life felt like it amounted to nothing.

You loved your brother but so far you had just been living for him. And now that you realized there were parts of the world that you wanted to see. There were thoughts in your mind that were of your own and desires that you didn't have to explain to anyone. As long as it made sense to yourself.

And you realize one thing with an aching heart.

You couldn't stay here in Gotham.

"Does Damian know?" Bruce asked you one day when you had asked him a favour. Bruce so far had been a little cold and unfeeling ever since you had met him in the Batcave uninvited. His feelings towards you got more negative when you gave an offhanded comment about how you thought he was taller. But he was the only one you could ask for a favour. He was the father to your beloved brother and you could only hope he would offer you the same consideration.

You had asked him for a flight to Washington, to see if Diana really meant what she said. To take a leap of faith for the first time in your life.

You shook your head no, "Not yet. I'm hoping he will take the news well. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I just—I need to—" You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Bruce nodded, "I understand. Just tell him before you go. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."

"It makes me feel worse." You admitted, feeling a little guilty. How could you not feel happy at your brother’s happiness?

"You need some time to figure out that your world is yours. No one else should determine how you feel about yourself."

"You are very wise," You said softly, "Thank you."

***

"I love you dearly, Damian." You tried to coerce him from his room where he had locked himself in only 5 minutes ago. No doubt he was sulking since he found out that you would be leaving for DC in two days’ time.

"If you did, you wouldn't be leaving!" His voice was muffled, as if his face was buried in his pillow or even Titus. You had been trying to coax him into open the door for 20 minutes now and had multiple offers from Grayson, which you turned down.

"Oh, for the love of—Damian Wayne, you open this door right now!" It was silent for a moment before you heard the lock click open and took that as the indication from him to step into his room.

It was large and from the moment you stepped in, it was easy to tell the space was his. There were swords mounted on the wall, paintings on the wall adjacent to it. His desk was tidy and in the corner of his room, there were multiple easels and sketch pads.

Damian was sulking on his bed and you sighed, feeling guilty. You sat beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. Even though he was upset with you, he still sank into your touch, feeling comforted by mere contact.

"It's not forever, Damian. Wherever I'm going, I'm going to come back. I just need some time to myself." You tried to explain.

"But why!"

"The league taught me well, Damian. But it taught me to live like a soldier, but not as a person. There are so many things that I don't know about myself. What do I like? What do I want to do with my life? And I need to figure it out for myself."

"Why can't you do that here?"

You gave him a pained look and realization dawned on him, "Because of me."

"Damian, in the time we spent apart you learnt so many things about yourself. That you like animals, that you like art. There are so many blanks in my life and I need the distance to figure it out. I need to understand myself." You explained wistfully.

It was true, there were so many blanks in your life. You didn't even know what food you liked better, what hobbies you enjoyed. You wanted to experience new things, without the influence of Damian, without relying on him. And more importantly, you were scared you would put Damian above yourself time and time again.

It was all you knew. Damian was worth more than your life, worth more than your heart. But if that was true, you wanted to know at least what your heart was worth to you. If you didn't hold any value to yourself, it would be foolish to think you would to anyone else.

You needed the distance. You needed something new. You wanted to dive into uncharted waters and figure out the magic for yourself, without anyone to help you.

"It's not forever," You reminded gently, "I'm going to come back, I can promise you that."

Damian began leaning until his head was settled in your lap and you chuckled, gently scratching his scalp and he nestled into your belly. Hard to believe this was the same boy who left only a year ago. You wondered if you would change as much as he did or if you were stuck in your ways now.

"Okay," He said, voice muffled and you smiled, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thank you for your blessing, Ya Amar. It means the world to me. I love you; you know that."

"I do." He said, now wrapping his arms around your waist, "I love you too."

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