#neglected to mention this before but in this au i see them as not siblings not lovers but some spooky third thing lmao

[nikolutke]

“Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night?

Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light?

Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay or should I go?

I’ve forgotten how to tell

Did I ever even know?”

[borathae]

Too Sweet

“You’re too sweet for him, but he can’t get enough of the taste. Even if lately he makes you feel as if he has. Taehyung doesn’t like that you feel this way, showing you that the only drug he ever needs is you.”

Pairing: Gangster!Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: crime!AU, established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: mention of past smoking, mention of murder as well as blood & violence, Dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, lingerie kink, hand kink, dirty talk, praise, he calls her his slut fondly, he also calls her babygirl and (baby)doll, the title Sir is said like three times, cockwarming in his office chair, desperate sex on top of his office desk, DP of her pussy with his cock & fingers, choking without applying pressure, bondage with his tie, strength kink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, he fucks her so good she pees a little jjsjsj, creampie, subby girl tears, he is as gentle with her as he is rough (sexy), smol ownership kink, kinda exhibitionism cause they fuck loudly with his guards outside the doors, hints at female masturbation, allusion to somnophilia, breast play with painless tit spanking, idk if this is warning worthy but he is a little "dismissive" of her feeling neglected by fucking her instead of listening to her, but he apologises healthily in the end and keeps being all "fuck, I misssed you" during sex, cuddles and kisses and praise for aftercare hihi

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: this is based on this post and all of you guys' wishes ohoho. it's definitely less on the soft Dom!Tae side because a bitch (me) wrote this during full ovulation bloom and i quite frankly felt like a bitch (dog) in heat ajjajsjs have fun besties 🤎

Taehyung was working late. He is at home for a change and you thought that it would mean you could see him more, but that wasn’t the case. You haven’t seen him at all today, not even in the morning because he locked himself in his office before you woke and during lunch time, he asked one of his men to bring the food to his office. You can’t stand it when he is like this. 

You know that Taehyung was a busy man. If he wasn’t gone, tending to missions or assassinating his targets, he was holed up in his office, allowing no one to come in. No one. Not even you, his woman. 

You normally don’t mind that he is absent, having your own things to do. But it has been days since you last saw him and you are getting needy. Not only for his attention, but also for his touch. You noticed it starting when you woke up all alone – like always these past few days – with thick, warm slick between your legs and a deep pit in your stomach only his cock could fill. You tried to get rid of it, but no matter how you touched yourself, it wasn’t enough. You missed Taehyung. You missed his touch and how he can turn you into puddy between his fingers. He gets off on the power. Taehyung is twisted like that, giving it to you with a taunting smirk on his lips which so very often makes you shudder. Sometimes he also looks at you as if you were his prey, as if you were one of the many fuckers he tortures on a daily. And you get off to it, craving exactly this look tonight.

Taehyung’s world wasn’t normal or on the bright side of the law. Taehyung’s world was as twisted as him, it was filled with drugs, murder and betrayal and reeked of dirty money and expensive alcohol. 

You slithered into it eight years ago with no chance of escaping. It all began when you came home to your younger siblings slaughtered and your belongings missing. Your parents had died years before and as the eldest of four, you took on the role of mother and father for your younger siblings. They were three, six and eleven when they were murdered. You were only twenty. The law didn’t help you. They dismissed it because of too little evidence, called it a case unsolvable and told you to leave when you begged them to continue the search. You met Taehyung in front of the police station. It rained that day and the air smelled of messy endings – or new beginnings, however one might interpret the meeting. He called you to the dark alleyway he was hiding in and offered you a drag of the cigarette he was smoking, which you declined while he took it for you with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“I can find the killers of your family”, he had told you.

“How do you know what happened to them?” you had asked him.

He pointed at the police station, “I know a lot of things in this city. Things these bastards up there could only dream of knowing. I know your name and that someone killed your three siblings. I also know that your parents died two years ago and that their deaths are connected to these murders.”

“Who are you?” you asked him.

“You can call me Vante, my real name isn’t important”, he told you, not knowing that one day he will have you screaming his real name for him each night as he made the messiest love to you.

“Why are you helping me?”

Taehyung took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled it through his nose. He stepped closer, drawing you in with his eyes. Something sick and twisted glimmered in them and you had found yourself gazing at it in awe. 

“Are you taking my help or not? My cigarette is running out and I’m not about to light another one”, he stressed back then, unaware that one day the only drug he will need in his lungs was your air.

Many years have passed since then. The world darkened in these years. Taehyung lost the playful spark he had back then, while you lost the innocence a normal person without criminal ties possessed. You know how a stranger’s blood feels on your hands these days, know how disgusting humans are once they die and their muscles give up and you know the bitter taste of lonely nights when Taehyung stays out longer than planned. 

You can’t take the taste anymore. You crave the sweetness of his kiss, the saccharine traces of his touch and the honey timbre of his voice.

Taehyung is locked up in his office and doesn’t let anyone in, but you can’t take it anymore. You have to see him. 

Two of his men are guarding the door. Their eyes flit to your cleavage but shoot away instantly, their bodies tense as they try not to look again. Looking at you in the wrong way will cost them their eyes. Taehyung would make sure of that. Just as he made sure that the killer of your family got the ending they deserved. You knew that you were twisted when you felt joy and desire as you watched him slaughter them instead of horror and disgust. You remember fucking him, bloodied and dirty, just beside the bodies of your family’s killer while Taehyung moaned into your mouth, drugged out and high on slaughtering. You haven’t been separated since. Except for these last few days. Fuck, you miss him.

“Master Vante wishes not to be distracted”, his guards try to stop you.

“I want to see him.”

“He told us not to let anyone in. Not even you, Mistress.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Vante!” you call out. 

Moments later the door opens. Taehyung looks at you, then your skimpy outfit, then his guards. 

“You told them to keep me outside?” you ask him, cocking a brow at him.

Taehyung glares at his guards. They avoid eye contact, gawking at the front with pearls of anxious sweat on their foreheads.

“Come in”, Taehyung tells you darkly, stepping out of the doorframe.

With a triumphant bounce in your step, you enter his office. The main lights were off, only his green table lamp was on, tinting the room a mixture of orange and green. 

Taehyung closes the door and locks it, turning to you quickly to grab your wrist.

“What are you thinking?” he hisses.

“I miss you.”

“And that gives you the right to walk around like this in front of my men?” 

You are wearing lingerie and a see-through, short rope. Both blood red in colour. They hug your curves at the best parts and match with the colour of your lipstick. 

“Why? What’s wrong with my outfit?” you act oblivious on purpose, craving the fire in his eyes only you can ignite.

Taehyung furrows his brows. The fire burns deep. You, quite frankly, almost moan because of it. This is exactly the warmth you missed these past cold nights.

“I miss you, Tae. I go to bed alone and wake up just as alone. I miss you so fucking much.”

Taehyung clenches his jaw. He slides his hand from your wrist and steps back.

“I have a lot to do”, he says, retreating back to his desk. 

The distance is cold. Yes, the years took his playfulness, but they never took his affection for you. His distance is cold because it was never there before.

“Did I do something?” you ask him quietly.

Taehyung lifts his eyes from his papers. 

“What makes you think that?”

“You aren’t coming to bed with me anymore.”

“I am. You’re just always sleeping already.”

“You don’t hold me in the morning.”

“I do. You’re just always sleeping still.”

“You lock me out of your office.”

“There’s stuff in here I don’t want you to see.”

“You don’t want to fuck me in this outfit.”

Taehyung purses his lips. 

“You normally always do.”

“I want to do the most sinful things to you, don’t mistake my indifference with lack of desire. If I didn’t have so much shit to do, I’d bend you over this desk and fuck days worth of cum into you.”

You moan with your knees buckling. Taehyung watches it happen, allowing you to know it affects him by loosening his tie a little.

“Did you like that?” he asks – rasps. 

You nod your head, giving him pleading puppy eyes.

“Come here.”

You obey his orders instantly, hurrying to his desk so you could stand in front of him.

Taehyung spreads his legs, leaning back in his chair. It creaks as he does. He runs his hand over his chin, taking you in with fiery eyes. 

“What do you really want?”

“Your touch.”

“Don’t keep stuff from me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want.” You gasp for air. “Oh god, Tae. Don’t make me.”

He darkens his eyes, chewing imaginary gum.

“If you want me to help you, you gotta tell me. You know how deals with me work.”

How could you forget. Making a deal with Taehyung is what brought you here. Letting him find your family’s killer is what made you into the obsessed woman you are today. 

You didn’t have to accept his deal back then, but you did. You took the cigarette and finished it in one inhale, sealing not only your deal with him, but also your fate. 

“I want you to touch me. I’ve been wet since the morning and I can’t stop it.”

His eyes skim over your crotch. His chest rises and sinks in one deep, affected breath.

“Did you try stopping it?”

“Yeah.”

“How?” 

You shy away. Taehyung sits up, hovering his hand over your waist without touching you. It aches not to be touched by him. 

“Don’t be shy now. Tell me how you took care of it.”

“I touched myself”, you whisper.

Taehyung purrs, “you touched yourself. What a bad girl. I can’t remember giving you permission.”

“You haven’t been there for me for days.”

He smiles. The first of the day. It makes your knees weak.

“So it’s my fault?”

“Yes.”

His smile grows. He follows his hand with his eyes as he travels it along your curves. The touch never comes. It drives you insane to have him so close but still be denied the honey warmth of his hands.

“If I knew how fucking needy you were, I’d have fucked you in your sleep.”

You whimper. 

He looks up, meets your eyes in fiery desire.

“I’d have infiltrated your dreams and made you cream my cock before you could even wake up.”

“Please touch me, please”, you beg because you have already reached your breaking point.

He chuckles, chewing gum again.

“I can touch you in lots of ways. Be more specific.”

“Cock. I want cock.”

He leans back in his chair, folding his hands on his stomach nonchalantly. You gawk at them. You crave their touch. Fuck, please.

“Alright”, he says coolly. 

“Really?” you gasp, stumbling because your knees actually gave up on you. Taehyung is on his feet instantly, lifting you onto his desk and holding you between his strong hands. 

“Careful. Are you okay?” he asks, studying your features worriedly.

Despite all the killing he is doing, all the fighting and rough work, his palms are soft. Feeling them on your skin makes you moan. Finally. His touch heals you.

“I want to be fucked so bad”, you beg.

Taehyung chuckles, “shit, you’re gone for.”

“Please”, you open your legs, showing him your wet panties. 

Taehyung licks his lips, gulping heavily. You are soaking the documents under you. Fuck, you haven’t been that wet in ages. Taehyung wants to pump his digits into you, fuck your slickened cunt hard and fast, get his cock creamed. But he holds back. He still has work to do and he knows exactly how to take care of you in a way which still allows him to do what he needs to do. 

“Wrists out.”

You obey his orders.

“From now on, your safeword is Red and your life line is humming our song. Understood?” he tells you as he opens his red tie.

“Yes, Sir”, you whimper, leaking all over his desk.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl when you listen so well.” He pulls your wrists closer, wrapping the tie around them a few times. 

You are heaving. You can’t handle how much all of this excites you. 

“Too tight?” he makes sure, rubbing your knuckles gently. Each touch he places makes you want to scream. You missed it so much. 

“No, just right.”

“That’s good”, he says and lifts your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Each of them. Without breaking eye contact. You are truly puddy in his hands. “You know why I have to do this, don’t you?”

“I touched myself without your permission.”

“Exactly, bad girl”, he says with a playful spark in his eyes. 

You have to giggle because of it, writhing on his desk. Off of said desk he lifts you moments later. 

He sits back down on his chair and begins unbuckling his slacks. 

“Tae”, you moan, pressing your legs together. Finally. Finally. Finally. 

He opens his belt, his button, his zipper. He slides his hand inside. Seconds later, it reappears with his cock between his fingers. He’s already hard and throbbing, sitting heavy in his touch.

You ogle him, drooling all over yourself.

“What do you want to do to it?” Taehyung orders you.

“Sit on it.”

“What a naughty girl, mhhhm”, he rolls his head back, arches his back as he puts on a show of jerking himself off.

This is to rile you up, to show you what you currently don’t have.

“Please, can I have it?” you beg, fighting your restrains. 

“Mhm, take it.”

“Oh god, oh god.”

You fail to climb on his lap on your own and so Taehyung helps you with a guiding touch. He even pulls your panties aside for you, holding his cock in place as you sink down on him. It squelches wetly. 

Taehyung tenses his thighs for just a second, biting down on his lower lip as a deep purr rumbles in his chest.

You totally lose it, falling against his chest with your tied up hands trying to grab his shirt. Your lips press against his neck. He smells masculine and clean. 

“Taehyung”, your moan is filled with relief and ecstasy. 

“You weren’t lying. You’re so fucking wet.”

You move instantly. Messily and needily. You move. Move. Get stopped. 

With both hands dimpling your hips, Taehyung is keeping you still. He ignores your pleading whimpers and your distressed gasps. Instead he rolls closer to his desk and straightens up, picking up his pen.

“That’s perfect. Keep my cock warm like this”, he says nonchalantly.

“Wh-what?” you are out of breath, close to tears. You want cock so bad and you finally have it, but he is denying you to move? Does he want to make you cry? You can’t get any more desperate and yet he wants to prove you wrong. 

You lift your head from his neck. Taehyung glances at you.  

“You didn’t think that I’d allow you to move after the stunt you pulled, did you?” he taunts, chewing gum again.

“What stunt?”

He stops chewing, lowering his eyes darkly.

“When you showed yourself like this in front of my men. When you touched yourself without my permission. When you barged into my office and accused me of neglecting you.”

“You have been neglecting me.”

“Careful”, he warns, bucking his hips up.

You moan, rolling your eyes back as your body wobbles in defeat.

Taehyung pulls you closer, keeping you steady that way. He fucks into you again, gritting his teeth while you whimper like a happy slut. Your cunt is so fucking puffy, sucking in his cock greedily. Every voice in his head is telling Taehyung to drop his work and fuck you senseless. But he can’t. He has a point to prove.

“I’m allowing you to be in my office and to sit on my cock, but anymore backtalk and I’ll gag you”, he warns even if talking is hard.

You spill tears.

“Please more.”

He wipes your tears, caressing your chin afterwards.

“Patience, I still have to work”, he tells you and looks back at the papers.

“Oh god, please”, you plead, hiding back in his neck. You want to move, but you can’t because he is keeping an iron grip on your hips. All you can do is sit on his lap with his girthy cock deep inside you. And you can’t even run your hands over him. You wiggle them in their restraints, begging against his neck.

“Please Tae, please.”

“Patience. It’s only been half a minute.”

It felt like three hours. You need him pumping into you. Warming his cock isn’t enough. 

Time passes. You don’t know how much, but it’s too much for you. All you can concentrate on is his cock. He is so hard inside you. So big and girthy. You were never so aware of being filled than you are currently. You can feel every inch sitting inside you and how he is stretching you out. The pit in your stomach is shrinking but it’s still there because you aren’t allowed to move. You clench your pelvic muscles. Electricity runs through you. This helped. When you tense up, you can feel him press against your sensitive spots. 

Dumb in desperation, you start chasing the sensation. You clench, relax, clench, relax. Over and over. It feels so good. You finally have what you had craved for days. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Taehyung soon breaks the silence, reminding you that he could feel as well. 

You tense up, feeling dizzy. You forgot that it’s noticeable to him when you clench down. 

“Mhm? What are you doing?” he stresses, digging his thumb into your softness. 

“It hurts.” His touch loosens, but tightens again when you continue whining. “It’s not enough, please let me move.” 

Taehyung takes a deep breath, keeps it in for a moment and exhales it in time with his big hand sliding to the small of your back. 

He gives it a small push, moving you like this. You shudder instantly, leaking on his cock. He moves you again and you pick up on it instantly, meeting his movements needily. 

“Nuh-uh.” He slows you down with just one touch. “Like this. Understood?”

“Yeah”, you whimper, obeying his orders.

“Good girl, such a good girl”, he praises and shifts his attention back to work.

So now he’s got you grinding down on his cock. He is glad that he is sitting because it turns his legs weak. He missed your warmth like nothing else. Concentrating on his work is definitely becoming difficult but he is stubborn. He needs to keep cool a little longer. 

You are in a state of ecstasy, panting and drooling against his neck as you finally have what you craved. You have his cock moving inside you. Now granted, the movements are just small grinds back and forth, but it’s like a drug to you. He shifts deep inside you, prods at your puffy walls and swollen good spots and the folds of his slacks are rubbing against your clit. You have his big hand on your back, rubbing circles into your thinly dressed skin. Everything is just perfect. Taehyung might think he is giving you a punishment with such little movements, but you are in fucking heaven. This is exactly what you needed. 

Taehyung doesn’t realise the gravity of his mistake up until the point you suddenly tense up and squeak his name. But by then it is already too late. He has you throbbing around him seconds later as you orgasm as if you never had before.

You whimper, trying so hard not to shake and tremble, but Taehyung can feel it nonetheless. It’s squeezing his cock. 

“You fucking-”, Taehyung growls, throwing his pen aside. His composure is broken. He stands up with you and swipes his desk clean just so he can lie you down on it. He takes your hands and pins then above your head, staring down at you with crazed eyes and gritted teeth. “You’re such a fucking temptress. How dare you cum like that.”

You are barely present after your high, writhing and twitching on the desk. He thrusts his hips. Consciousness returns. The sensitive, fucked state of you is obvious again. 

You squeak his name and arch your back as your eyes finally meet his’. His pupils are blown out, he has a sense of craze in his face. 

“I should tie a vibrator to you and leave you shaking by my feet for what you’re doing to me”, he spits as he finally drills his cock into you. Hard and rough. The desk shakes because of it. Your body does as well. “I have work to do and you’re messing with my schedule. I should punish you, but fuck”, he buries himself as deep as possible and write his name against your walls, “you fucked me up. Just wanna pound into you”, he laughs lazily, following it up with a lulled “fuuck.”

“Harder please”, you beg, riding on the high with your head turning. 

Taehyung fulfills your wish with a growl. His fingers dig into the softness of your thighs so he can keep you in place as he fucks you into a state of senseless on his desk. You answer his guttural growls with high pitched wails of gratefulness. You finally have what you needed. You have his entire attention. And it feels so fucking good. 

It is finally obvious to you how much Taehyung missed you too. He only fucks like that when he hasn’t been with you for a while. He only grips you with such strength when his fingers hadn’t felt your softness in ages. He is only so out of breath when your air hasn’t filled his addicted lungs for some time. 

“I missed you”, he gets out. 

You meet his eyes. Tears escape you easily. He slows down and leans over you to wipe them gently. A moment of tenderness in the passion. A moment to remind you that he loves no person as much and as deeply as he loves you.

“I missed you so fucking much”, he rasps and slides his hand to your neck to rest on it. No pressure. Just contact. His hips pick up speed, claiming you as his’ in more ways than one. 

And you roll your eyes back without closing them, melting into the desk as he rearranges your insides. The pit is finally being filled. The fire is finally burning you again. You are so happy, moaning his name as loudly as possible. 

“Yes baby, moan for me. It turns me on. Moan for me.”

His guards just right outside the door are non-existent to you and him right now. The fact that they most definitely can hear you, hasn’t sunk in yet. You and Taehyung are lost in passion. You have to pick up on days of absence, you have to fuck until the desperation is finally gone from your systems. Fuck, you need each other so fucking bad. 

“You feel so good, my good girl. Love filling you with my cock. So good, fuck so good. You’re taking me like such a good girl”, Taehyung is babbling. He always gets like this when the sex just hits right. He loses control over his tongue and begins spitting whatever dirty thoughts run through his foggy mind. “My good girl, my fucking slut. Look at you. Fuck.”

His right hand cups your tits, playing with them roughly. The touch is heaven. Even through the material of your lingerie you can feel it.

“Taehyung”, you wail, arching into his touch.

“I hate that you thought I don’t wanna fuck you in this. Shit, I want you like fucking crazy”, he moans and gives your tits a gentle spank. Just hard enough that they jiggle for a moment, but still gentle enough that no pain shoots over your skin. 

You still sob and mewl for him, writhing on the desk like a woman brought to her limits. And you are. He is bringing you to your limits, pushing you right past them because he is twisted like that.

“Fuck, you’re cumming again?” he slows down.

“Don’t stop please. Faster!”

And you enjoy every second of it because you are just as twisted. It burns so deep when he is rough during your orgasm and you need it to continue burning.

“Urgh fine”, he is tensing his jaw, furrowing his brows, “you’re so tight. Your pussy’s sucking me off. Shit, ah- babygirl ahm mhh urgh.”

Taehyung wants to crumble on the floor. Every inch of his body is electric. You have him so high. And it doesn’t stop. His cock is throbbing. He swears he hasn’t been that hard in ages. He might actually pass out from how much blood is shooting to his dick. But he’s got a deal to fulfil. He promised you relief and Taehyung isn’t going to disappoint. He isn’t the type to break deals. No matter how much they ruin him. And you are ruining him like nothing else. 

You are so tight after your high, so wet that it is difficult for his cock not to slip out. It’s squelching out of you, messing up not only your connected bodies but his desk as well.

“You’ll be the death of me”, he gets out.

“More.”

“More?” he squeaks out, following it up with a disbelieved laugh, “how much hotter do you wanna be burn?”

“Until I’m reduced to piles of ash”, you croak and grab his wrist with your tied hands. You guide it to your middle. 

Taehyung picks up on your silent message instantly, rubbing circles into your puffy clit. 

“No”, you mewl, “stick them in, please.”

Taehyung growls needily. He gets a little dumb in pleasure when you reach the point where you beg for what you want without shame. He is so obsessed with you it’s crazy. 

Taehyung slows down to make it easier and slips one of his fingers into your cunt. The tightness makes both of you gasp.

“I’m going insane, fuck”, Taehyung croaks, staring at the pretty view obsessively. His huge cock inside you, his finger right beside it, your puffy lips moving around him and your red lace panties stretching against his shaft. “You’re so stuffed with me. Does it feel good to you?” 

“Another.”

“Shit, you’re actually killing me.”

His second digit fills you just as easily, pressing against your swollen g-spot. You whimper and squirm, tensing around him. He glances at your face. It is scrunched up, skin glistening in a layer of sweat and pleasurable tears.

“Too much?” he makes sure.

“No, perfect. Please move”, you squeak out.

Taehyung huffs out air, giving you exactly what you ask of him. The friction is unbearable, the pressure around his cock is making his knees shake but he keeps moving. You are moaning so prettily for him, stretching your tied up arms above your head as if you wanted to reach for the stars he is making you see. 

“My perfect woman. Urgh my…pretty….slut….my princess, urgh…is this what you…wanted?” 

“Yes, yes, yes”, you squeal and keen, glowing in happiness.

“So beautiful, I’m going insane”, he moans and wraps his unoccupied hand around your neck again. No pressure, just warmth. He doesn’t have to squeeze down to let you know that you belong to him. Not that you need a reminder. You belong to him willingly. 

It was over for you the moment your eyes locked. You had been his’ ever since you shared this fateful cigarette in the dark alleyway while the rain poured down on you. You are his’. No amount of distance will ever change this. 

His hand around your throat is nothing but a warm reminder that he feels the same. His palms are soft, his heavy rings are hard and warmed up from his body heat. The touch is so tender, contradicting to what his other hand was currently doing to you. He is curling his long fingers as best as your tight walls allow him to, matching the rhythm with that of his eager hips. You stopped moaning because you lost the connection to your voice. Breathe. You have to concentrate on breathing otherwise you might pass out. 

“Fuck, I can feel you clenching again. My good girl, taking me so well and looking so pretty doing it. Shit, my slut, fuck sorry I meant my pretty girl. Urgh baby, are you cumming again?”

You give him a small, fragile squeak then break on his digits and cock. You squirt all over him within seconds, screaming his name because it is all you can do. 

“Yes fuck.” He abandons your neck and presses down on your stomach to the point where you can’t tell whether he is still making you squirt or you are already pissing yourself. You don’t mind, riding the feeling with messy tears and a snotty nose. His documents and clothes are ruined, but you can’t stop. 

“Give me everything, that’s my good babygirl. I love it when you fucking wet yourself like that. Shit, I can’t do this for long anymore. Getting sensitive, mh-hm.”

“Please cum inside.”

His hips falter.

“Please, please, ah! Please!” you beg him, making up for the loss of movement by wiggling your hips until he finally picks up his rough pace again.

Taehyung leans down, pinning you against the desk with his bigger frame. He slips his fingers free from your tight cunt, so he can wrap his arm around you. His left hand closes around your throat, his lips are pressed to your ear as he talks dirty to you.

“I’m gonna cum so good for you, doll. I saved up so much for you. Gonna fill you up with all of it until you’re dripping.”

“Please, please, please”, you beg with tears in your eyes.

“Yeah? You want this cum?”

“Yes please, yes please.”

“Shit babygirl, urgh”, Taehyung growls through gritted teeth, squeezing down on your neck as he empties his heavy balls into your cunt. 

You can feel it shoot out of him and cover your walls to the point where you can’t keep it inside anymore. It drips onto the floor, messing up his cock and balls.

“Take my cum. Fuck, such a good girl. You’re made for my cum, urgh fuck”, Taehyung talks himself through it, holding you against him in his strong, protective arm. And you wail his name, wishing for his sticky cum to stay inside forever. 

He slacks against you after his high, dropping with a whimper of your name. 

“What the fuck, woah”, he gets out, trembling in the aftershocks. “Are you okay?”

“Yes”, you get out weakly.

“I kid you not. Fuck”, he exhales deeply. “Put your arms around me.” 

You obey his orders, mewling weakly when he lifts you off the desk and sits you down on him as he sinks into the chair in defeat. His cum oozes out and squelches everywhere, but it’s only a little amount compared to how much was still inside you.

He slacks against the chair, gazing up at you with half lidded eyes. Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. He unties your hands.

“Do they hurt?”

“No”, you assure him, touching him instantly. He feels so strong and warm under your hands. His heart is racing so much. You needed this reminder. The reminder that you can still raise his pulse.

Taehyung closes his eyes halfway. “I love you”, he lulls, following it up with a smile.

“I love you too”, you whisper, lowering your eyes just sadly enough that he worries.

He furrows his brows, tilting your head up with two fingers under your chin.

“What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head.

“Talk to me.”

“Can I be kissed?”

His features soften.

“You’re so cute. Of course you can. Come here, babydoll”, he says and slides his big hand to the nape of your neck to guide you into a kiss. 

You melt into it with a fluttering heart and no thought in your brain except the repeated cheers about how much you love him. You roll your hips down into him. He tenses up, breaking the kiss with a whiney chuckle.

“What are you doing?” 

“Please don’t go back to working, please I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

“I won’t work, just…” He arches his back. “Give me time to recover, ah too sensitive.”

“Please Tae”, you beg, grinding down on him despite his begs.

“Fuck, did I really neglect you that much that you can’t be satisfied no matter what I do?” he groans.

“Yes”, you get out and pull him into a kiss.

“I’m sorry. Shit, gotta make it up to you then”, he mumbles between kisses, hugging you against him as you giggle into the kisses. “Come here you adorable temptress you.”

“Ah Tae. Wait. That tickles”, you squeak in laughter as you and he lose yourselves in a tingly, passionate dance of grinding, kisses and love bites.

[clockwayswrites]

I made myself sad with the last part of ‘City Pigeons Bleed Green’ and the whole Annalise thing (and then shared it to make all of you sad too). It wound back to me saying in a server, mostly joking, that now I need to make an AU of my AU where Annalise lives. And as @any-mouse pointed out here by themselves: this crossover is full of realms. And then I showered and had too many thoughts. So have some of them here!

Bruce and Annalise met at boarding school. Not the same boarding school, obviously, how crass. They went to an all boys and all girls school respectively, but they were ‘sibling’ schools and so would hold certain events together. Annalise was an awkward girl, all limbs. She was too tall, too smart, too in the clouds. She was weird. But so was Bruce. He decided they could be the weird kids together.

They became something of confidants for each other—for all the secret things inside themselves no one else would understand, not really.

They didn’t run in exactly the same circles, the Wayne line was far more grand than the Linwood line, but Bruce did his best to stay in touch even as they grew up. That fell apart some when training and Batman consumed his life. That’s when Annalise, in an effort to be normal ended up making some poor decisions and listening to the wrong people.

In the AU of the AU, Bruce asks her to visit before the baby is born. As recklessly caring as he can be, he offered to say he was the child’s father. He would either set Annalise and the baby up to be comfortable, or they could get married. Divorce was always an option later, should either of them find real love. Of course Bruce insists on the best doctors and they find what was missed: a risk to the lives of both Annalise and the baby.

Bruce and Annalise basically end up in a queer platonic relationship together, raising ‘their’ child.

Instead of playboy Brucie, Bruce’s cover becomes that of the slightly hapless but very loving dad. Why on earth is he so fit then? Well, he spends so much time chasing after children! After all they adopted that circus boy, how patient with Bruce Annalise is. Not to mention the other several—wait, when did they get so many?

Well, see, they took in a child from the streets, yes, Park Row, awful place—though better now with the Martha Wayne Foundation’s efforts. And then there was that whole thing when Annalise found out that Tim Drake was being horrible neglected. Such big hears that family.

And when Dick is feeling stifled, he has a little sibling to focus on. To be useful to. (And Annalise has long talks with Bruce.)

And when Jason finds out about Catherine, Annalise is there—a mother to talk to. (And Annalise has long talks with Bruce.)

(And Annalise has long talks with Bruce.)

And one little hilarious scene in my head:

Jim stared up the steps of Wayne manner. Officer Montoya stared back. She was clearly off the clock. Her hair down and dressed more casually than Jim had ever seen. He didn’t know Montoya could do casual. He supposed casual made sense though, considering the hickies on her neck. Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me you’re not sleeping with Bruce Wayne.” “What?! Ew, no. Not ew as in—I’m sure he’s very attractive to people into that but no. No, I am definitely not sleeping with Bruce Wayne.” "Well, that's a relief—" “I am, however, sleeping with his wife.”

[reallypleasanttree]

Can you write a coffee shop AU where Obanai is a customer who wants to ask out Mitsuri, the cute barista, but is too shy? Please? 🩷🩷🩷

Here you go, anon! Enjoy!

“Obamai!” The barista called out. Obanai walked forward to take his black coffee with lavender syrup. The barista smiled brightly and waved goodbye before she returned to filling the morning rush orders. He paused for a moment to watch her. He started coming to this coffee shop two months ago. The barista with pink and green hair greeted him warmly and he came every day since. Today was the day he was going to ask her out. He’d mentally prepared for her rejection and the 1% chance she would say yes. 

Her voice was chipper and she treated everyone the same. He never saw her roll her eyes at customers or say a mean thing about them. When Obanai was in high school he worked at a fast food restaurant. Due to his subpar customer service skills, he worked as one of the food preppers. But Mitsuri? She carried on conversations with the customers flawlessly as she prepared their drink orders. 

 Her family ran this cafe for the past 15 years. Two of her siblings worked the morning shift with her while the other two went to school. Her parents would alternate shifts wherever they were needed. The Kanrojis were a tight knit family and he wished he’d come from a loving family. Instead he had a deadbeat dad and neglectful mom. Then his five older sisters fled the house as soon as physically possible to get away from their parents. He only knew where one of them lived. If only he had grown up in a family like the Kanrojis. 

“Did you need something else, Obamai?” Mitsuri asked as she glanced over. Oh, right, he was still standing in front of the pick up line staring at Mitsuri lovingly. His cheeks reddened and he saw Mitsuri’s sister snicker. Was it obvious that he liked the eldest Kanroji? Her laughter confirmed it. 

“Uh, no, I was lost in thought,” he said and took a step back. 

“Gotcha, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Mitsuri asked. He swallowed with a nod. He grasped the paper cup and walked out of the shop. Today would in fact not be the day he asked her out. 

——-

“When are you going to correct her? Or are you legally changing your name to Obamai?” Sanemi questioned. On the paper cup, ‘Obamai’ was clearly written followed by ‘xoxo’. Mitsuri wrote hugs and kisses on every order surely, but the implication still made his heart pound faster. Obanai groaned and set his head on the desk. 

“So never?” Sanemi laughed. Obanai shook his head without looking up. Sanemi poked fun at Obanai’s crush on the barista every chance he got. 

“When I ask her out,” Obanai said lamely and rotated his head towards Sanemi. 

“Keep telling yourself that,” Sanemi slapped him on the back and returned to his cubicle on the other side. 

“Tomorrow. I’m going to ask her out tomorrow,” Obanai muttered to himself knowing it wasn’t going to happen. 

———

Obanai stood in line with one person in front of him. Mitsuri’s brother was working the register while Mitsuri was restocking the coffee beans between orders. She was stronger than the rest of her family and worked out regularly at ‘Muscle Mice Gym’. She mentioned she worked out every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night and participated in their dance classes. 

“Next,” her brother called and Obanai stepped forward. He smirked seeing Obanai glance at Mitsuri. Usually, she took his order. It would have been the prime time to ask her out. He said he was going to ask her out, but maybe it would have to wait until tomorrow. 

“What can I get you?” He asked. 

Mitsuri. He wanted to say, but instead went with something new. 

“Black coffee with cherry blossom syrup,” Obanai ordered and pulled out his credit card to tap on the screen. 

“Thanks! Mitsuri will get that started,” he said and waved him to the side. Obanai sidestepped the register and stood a respectable distance away from the pick up counter. Mitsuri set the first customer’s drink and shouted, “Inosuke!” The man took his drink and downed the espresso shot like it was nothing. Mitsuri and Obanai shared a smile as the man ran out of the shop. 

“I’m going to grab more milk,” her brother said and walked into the kitchen, which left Mitsuri and Obanai alone. He went up to the counter. Maybe he could ask her now… No, once she handed him his drink he would. 

“Do you have plans for the weekend? I was thinking about going to see a movie, but I don’t want to go alone,” Mitsuri said. 

“Are your siblings busy?” Obanai questioned. She normally hung out with them on the weekends or worked. Mitsuri nodded as she poured the cherry blossom syrup into a cup. “What about your friend, the one with purple hair?” 

“No, she’s busy with her girlfriend,” the barista said. 

“Or her sister?” Obanai asked. Mitsuri closed her eyes and bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“Also busy.” She shook her head. 

“Then what about-”

“You. I want to see a movie with you, Obamai,” Mitsuri admitted, opening her eyes. Her face reddened. “I tried dropping hints. The hugs and kisses on the cup, my gym schedule, the heart over the ‘i’, and other hints. So, would you like to see a movie with me?” 

Obanai looked at her dumbfounded before nodding, “Yes, but I have to tell you something. My name isn’t Obamai, it’s Obanai.” 

Silence followed and Mitsuri covered her face with her hands. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said and laughed lightly as she uncovered her face. Her laughter joined his. Yet again, Obanai had failed to ask Mitsuri out. Lucky for him, Mitsuri hadn’t.

[agaypanic]

hi can i req a quigley quagmire x fem reader fic?? maybe has something to do with him being jealous + lots of fluff <33

Jealousy Gets You Nowhere (Quigley Quagmire X Reader)

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Summary: Quigley doesn’t like the fact that Y/n and Klaus are friends.

A/N: AU where the Baudelaires and Quagmires aren’t orphans lol

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Quigley Quagmire, like his siblings, always tried to stay optimistic. He believed that looking for a light would prevent you from getting lost in darkness. He was very trusting, quick to make new friends.

So it surprised you when your boyfriend didn’t seem to like one of your new friends, Klaus Baudelaire, that much.

You thought they would’ve gotten along perfectly. They were both interested in learning, especially about niche subjects. They were highly intelligent. Duncan and Isadora seemed to take a liking to Klaus, and usually the Quagmire triplets made pretty similar decisions when it came to who to befriend and trust.

Luckily, Klaus didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t notice how quickly Quigley disguised his displeasure when you introduced them to each other. He didn’t mind when Quigley gave a curt nod instead of shaking Klaus’ hand that was reaching out to him. He didn’t voice his confusion when Quigley’s eyes started darting between him and you with anger and accusation.

But you did. You saw it all, but had no idea why he was acting like this. He was just fine before you opened the door for Klaus. It’s not like Klaus was rude to Quigley in any way. But you had to hold back your questions until the Baudelaire boy had left, not wanting to make him feel unwelcome by pointing out Quigley’s behavior.

“Are you okay?” You asked your boyfriend as soon as the front door closed behind Klaus. You turned to see his expression was noticeably brighter.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked, acting like his entire encounter (or lack thereof) with Klaus hadn’t happened. “Come on, Mom’s making lunch.” He held his hand out for you to take. You sighed before smiling at him. Maybe Quigley was just having an off day and didn’t want to be around a new person. So you decided to let it go.

“Okay.” You took his hand and made your way to the kitchen to see what Mrs. Quagmire was making.

***

If Quigley was having an off day, then he must have been having an off month. Whenever you as much as mentioned Klaus, sourness overtook him, and you had no idea why. But you had a plan to fix it. Klaus had invited you to the library for the afternoon and, with his permission, you dragged Quigley along. You had a feeling that if he knew Klaus would be there, he would make up some excuse to keep the both of you from going. So you decided to just “forget” that little detail.

“Hey, Klaus!” You whispered excitedly to your friend when you spotted him at a table, a small pile of books on it with one open in front of him. He lifted his head to smile at you and your boyfriend.

“Y/n, Quigley! Glad you could make it.” He responded in the same hushed but delighted tone. Quigley pulled out a chair for you to sit in and sat between you and Klaus. Your boyfriend looked at you, irritated that you neglected to tell him that this wasn’t a date to the library but a group hangout with someone he couldn’t seem to stand.

“Sorry we took so long. Quigley needed some convincing to get out of the house.” You said. Klaus waved you off.

“I get that. If I’m being honest, I’m really only here because I’ve read every book in our library.” It amazed you how big of a reader Klaus was. He soaked up every piece of information like a sponge that never stopped expanding.

“Every book?” Quigley asked, arms crossed. He seemed just interested in how Klaus could manage to read so much, but you could tell that he was in disbelief that he could do such a thing. As if it was impossible and Klaus only said it to be impressive.

“It took a while, but yes, every book.” Klaus smiled at your boyfriend, before looking at you. “Speaking of books, I found that one you recommended to me. It’s very interesting so far.”

“I knew you’d like it!” You grinned, seeing that the book you had suggested to Klaus was the one he was reading now. You stood from your seat. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna grab a book I’ve been looking for.”

“I’ll come with you.” Quigley said eagerly. He stood up and pulled you away from the table and towards the maze of bookcases, despite not knowing what book you were looking for. You started leading the way when he was about to pass the section you knew the book was in. “Why didn’t you tell me he would be here?” Your boyfriend asked with annoyance as he watched you search the shelves.

“You wouldn’t have come if I told you.” You shrugged. “What’s your problem with Klaus, Quigley? He’s been nothing but friendly to you since the start.”

“Oh, and I bet he’s been just friendly to you as well.” Although your back was turned to him, you could feel his eyes roll. You turned around.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t tell me you’re blind, Y/n.” Quigley huffed. When you didn’t budge, he started to do an impression of your friend. “Look at me, I’m so smart. I’ve read every book in my library. I’m such a genius. Oh, Y/n, I love your book recommendations. I’d read every book under the sun if you suggested it because I love words!” You had to hold back a laugh. Sure, it was funny, but this was your friend that Quigley was making fun of.

“He doesn’t sound like that.” You said as you turned back around, trying to find the book you wanted.

“I don’t know. I think I was spot on.” 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” Quigley didn’t respond. Finally spotting the book on a higher shelf, you looked around for a stool to drag over. You set one up and looked at him. “Oh my god, Quigley, you are jealous.”

“No, I’m not.” He rolled his eyes, but he moved to stand beside you when you stood up on the stool. Even though you were balanced, he put a hand on your hip, just in case. 

“I think you are.”

“I’m not.” He said with finality. He glanced up to see you pull out a book. “Did he recommend that to you?” You smiled, taking his hand as you stepped down to the floor.

“Nope.” You turned the book cover to him. “You did.” He looked at the title and it was indeed the book that he was talking to you about earlier that week. He didn’t technically suggest it for you to read, but he knew that you liked trying to show an interest in the things he was interested. 

“Oh…” He didn’t really know what to say now. You squeezed his hand.

“Klaus and I are just friends, Quigley. I only have eyes for you. I’m dating you, after all.”

“I’m sorry.” He said sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. Klaus has been nothing but kind, and your jealousy made you a bit of a jerk.” You started to walk back to the table, pulling him with you. “Come on. Time to say sorry.” 

Quigley tugged you back before the two of you could get too far. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your forehead before resting his head on yours.

“I’m sorry, N/n. I just don’t like sharing you, I guess.” You smiled.

“It’s okay. You just have to get used to it.” He nodded and the two of you broke apart, hands still interlocked. “And get used to it fast, because I’m having lunch with his sisters tomorrow.” Quigley groaned behind you as you two walked towards the table.

“There’s more of them?”

[rekaning]

The Housekeeper | Part 2 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: Elijah and you have a moment of connection.

Previously: Part 1

"Do let me know if you grow tired of spending time with my hum-drum of a brother, darling. I could certainly use your services in my own home." Kol smirked slyly as he kissed the back of your hand.

You could hear said "hum-drum" scoff behind you as you playfully rolled your eyes and patted the younger Mikaelson's cheek, "I don't think that will be any time soon, Kol. But thank you for the offer."

Finn patted your shoulder, grabbing your attention as he brought you into a side hug, "Honestly, you're dodging a bullet. Kol's quite the neglectful caretaker, you'd be cleaning that place for a full year and not be halfway done."

You chuckled heartily as Kol let out an indignant cry. Finn stepped away, going over to Elijah to say his good-bye's while Freya embraced you. "I'll text you pictures of the site and any more items we dig up. It was so good to talk shop with someone who isn't Kol or Finn."

You giggled and hugged her back tightly, "My ear is always open if they ever drive you up the wall."

While you said your farewells to Freya, Finn stepped away from Elijah, he glanced back at you before turning knowingly to his little brother, "We all approve, you know?"

Elijah, having seen him look back at you, blinked in surprise before sighing, throwing you a quick glance to make sure you weren't paying their conversation any mind, and cut back to his brother, "Was I that forthcoming with my interest?"

Finn chuckled softly, "Rebekah took notice first and went about hinting to us that you were pining."

Elijah looked affronted, "Of course she did, and I do not pine."

Finn smiled sympathetically, patting his shoulder in a show of comfort, "You do, brother."

His little brother huffed and looked away, unknowingly trailing his eyes to you, still talking with Freya and Kol, who'd stepped into the conversation.

Elijah cleared his throat and focused back on Finn, his eyes slightly wary, "Do you all truly approve?"

The elder Mikaelson brother grinned, "We really do, Elijah. Even Henrik. And before you ask," he mentioned quickly when he saw Elijah open his mouth to question, "Nik was the one to blab."

Elijah shook his head, a look of affection crossing his face at the mention of his youngest brother.

Finn took another look back and saw that your conversation with Freya and Kol was coming to an end. He turned to Elijah one last time, another hearty pat to his younger brothers shoulder, his eyes warm as he said softly, "You deserve happiness too, Elijah. We all think so. She's not like them."

A familiar sinking feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. Elijah sighed, "You can say their names, Finn. I will not shatter like some fragile, porcelain doll."

"I know," Finn acknowledged softly.

"Finn, come along, you bore!" Kol called obnoxiously from the car.

With a roll of his eyes, Finn stepped away from his little brother and as he passed you, he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. He quickly leaned down and whispered, "Take care of him, will you?"

You looked up and smiled brightly at the eldest brother's request, "For as long as he needs me."

Finn's smile widened, heading to the car without another word.

You heard Elijah step forward behind you, both watching the car drive away. Once the car was out of sight, you turned around, seeing Elijah's eyes already on you, a small, somewhat forlorn smile on his face, "Not many people can get into Kol's good graces. Especially in such a short amount of time."

You two began to make your way back inside the estate. You chuckled sheepishly at the subtle compliment, "I've dealt with Kol's type before. Mainly with middle children, they feel the most isolated of their siblings. It's usually because they feel the most deeply, at least I think so. And they try to hide it behind jokes and aloofness. But my mother would always say, 'You see a lot more when you're in our position'."

Elijah opened the door for you with a questioning look, "Our position?"

You inclined your head in gratitude of his gesture and hummed at his question, "Mmhm. Those in the service industry. We see a lot of things that people don't intend to show, but nobody really notices us. We're seen, but we're not seen, y'know?"

Understanding came over him, "I see. A valuable skill she passed to you, it seems."

You beamed at the compliment and Elijah's heart leaped at the joy displayed so plainly on your face.

"Was she the one to inspire you into pursuing this career?" He asked, moving over to seat himself at the plush couch in the living area.

You hesitated for a moment, never expecting to talk so personally with him but moved to take a seat at the other end of the couch, "She was, yes. She'd take me with her to work on days I didn't have school. She would bring coloring books and toys from home to keep me occupied but I always liked to watch her work."

Elijah smiled warmly at the thought of a child version of you sitting at a table of a stranger's home and being fascinated by your mother's work ethic.

"She was always so dedicated, it didn't matter who's house it was. I wanted to be like her. She dedicated her life to bringing others happiness by being of service to them. When I did my first meaningful act of service, it was such an unforgettable experience. It was..."

You tried to find the word before Elijah finished for you, "Euphoric."

You blinked in surprise, your eyes on him, as if you were seeing him for the first time. Breathlessly, you nodded, "Yes, exactly."

Elijah smiled wryly, "I am no stranger to that feeling. I have spent nearly my whole life in the service of my family. For their safety, comfort, and well-being, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them."

Your eyes shined with new-found respect for your employer.

"You've had to give up a lot, haven't you," you whispered, almost afraid to voice out the statement.

His eyes softened as they trailed to a point behind you, melancholy apparent on his face, "A few things, yes."

You ached to wipe away that look on his face. You stared down at your lap, hands gripping each other so that you didn't impulsively reach out and touch him. You looked over to where his gaze had moved to and it hit you.

Turning back to him, you bobbed your head toward the object in the other room, "Do you still play at all?"

He sighed, "Not at all. Too busy."

You grinned and stood from the couch and with courage you didn't know you possessed, you grabbed hold of the well dressed Mikaelson's sleeve, pulling him up from his seat and dragged him over to the grand piano in the drawing room.

"Well, you seem to have some free time right now, so," you pulled out the piano bench and gestured for him to sit.

He chuckled at your firmness, but seated himself in front of the instrument. You sat down beside him, hands in your lap and your knees grazing each other. Elijah perhaps should have fought a little more, he had a meeting in 15 minutes, but the eagerness on your face had him rooted to his seat.

"You are oddly persuasive. Very well, any requests?" He lifted the fallboard and placed his hands over the keys, ready for whatever piece you might voice.

You thought for a moment before settling on the piece, a favorite of your mother's.

Elijah nodded, inhaled, and played.

The piece began slowly, his fingers tenderly pressing down on the keys, the sound sweet and soft before it built up, louder and louder, with more emotion. His fingers were gliding across the keys, hands moving higher on the board, then scaling down toward the lower notes. His fingers moved so pointedly, so rapidly, it looked like he was simply tickling the keys.

The music swelled and you closed your eyes, feeling yourself moved with the melody. And all you could think about was your mother. Your moments with her, moments that weren't significant by any means, just times when you and her would go out to the park and walk around, the moments you would help her cook in the kitchen, the time you helped her set up a few light bulbs around her home, the times when you two just sat at her couch and watched a movie together or read in the living room.

And soon enough, you opened your eyes, the last of the notes fading away. Elijah looked over at you and he felt his chest tighten. Your eyes were swimming with emotion, tears threatening to spill over. But your smile was as radiant as moonlight. Your eyes stared up at him, overflowing with an emotion he couldn't place.

"Thank you," came your chocked whisper.

His hand lifted without a second thought, and wiped a finger across your cheek where a tear had broken free and raced down your face.

He looked at you in a way you couldn't fathom at the moment, an emotion you couldn't—or perhaps, wouldn't—name.

Your entranced gaze was cut short at the sound of a blaring tone coming from within his jacket pocket.

The both of you blinked and moved away. When had you even scooted closer to him?

He reached into his jacket and extracted his phone, noting the time—6 minutes late for his meeting—and stood, an apologetic look thrown your way. You smiled back and shook your head, a clear sign saying, 'don't worry'.

He walked away in the direction of his office as he answered the call.

Your body deflated dramatically the moment he was out of sight.

Did that just happen? What exactly happened?

You placed a hand over your racing heart before shaking your head and rising from the bench. You carefully closed the fallboard and pushed the bench so that it was under the piano.

Brushing off non-existent dirt from your clothes, you pushed the incident away from your mind, for now.

You had bed sheets that needed changing.

Author's note: A shorter part but its the spark needed to jump-start this whole thing into gear!

***

Part 3

All the Mikaelson siblings already shipping you and Elijah together lmao

Also the piano piece I listened to was the main theme from Interstellar, particularly this arrangement.

[katiekatdragon27]

Did I ever mention that I ship these three as a polycule? No? Well, now you know.

Also, tis the grand return to my Western AU! It has gotten a ton of traction recently and when it was initially posted, so I might as well give the people what they want.

Progress pictures n some lore under cut:

Ok so here's the picture. When Bang first came into town, the first face he meets is Beep. Of course, being dehydrated, hungry, and in a giant mental fog, he thinks he's dead and assumes that Beep is some beautiful angel from Hevan. Beep is taken aback at first, but just decides to help him anyway.

Bang ends up staying with Beep and Bing when recovering, becoming insta-besties with Bing while slightly rizzing up Beep (for a lack of a better explanation), to which she reciprocates slightly. After he's well enough, Beep takes him into town to introduce him to her and Bing's other friends. There he meets Bo, Beep's best friend, and Boop, the bartender.

When Bang first meets Boop, he does some slight friendly flirting to him, to which Boop is incredibly flattered by. He won't admit to it tho, very much giving "it's not like I like you" energy. They often spend time together when Bang gets off sheriff duty, sharing drinks and having a gay ol' time.

Despite this, Bang does not neglect time to hang out with Beep either. He often helps out on the ranch when she's working and he's off duty. Beep actually teaches him a ton of things, such as cattle herding and maintaining farmland. Romantically working together if you will.

What Bang doesn't know is that Beep and Boop have been unofficially seeing each other for a while before this. They never really made their relationship status known, but everyone sorta knew they were a couple. However, both of them have been rizzed up by Bang, so when the two of them have an open discussion about it, they just stare at each other in disbelief, then decide to tell him together one night.

That is the night in the picture. After the confessions of course, but still that night. Bang was surprised to hear that Beep and Boop were together, but he was even more surprised that they both liked him too. They end the night admitting their crushes, and stuff and they all form a circle of love yippee the end.

I don't like picking sides for shipping lol. If I see it both ways, I'm making them poly, idc. Making peace with both sides as my sibling would say.

Anyways, have a lovely day^^

[heich0e]

pleaseee can we get some nai college head cannons!

this is not headcanons my apologies

part of the trigun college!au (nai/f!reader)

You hear the jingle of keys against the marble countertop down the hallway. The thump of a backpack hitting the floor. The swish of plastic bags. The sound of footsteps drawing nearer to you.

“Hey, I picked up takeout from—“

Nai turns the corner into Vash’s bedroom, one hand curling around the doorframe as his tousled, white-blonde hair comes into view.

“Oh.”

You watch every trace of softness in his face harden. Harsh lines and ice overtaking the momentary glimpse of warmth you’d caught in his expression.

“Hi!” You wave from your place in Vash’s bed. You have a cozy blanket wrapped around you and your laptop resting in the cradle of your crossed legs. Your essay sits neglected on the screen, forgotten now even in spite of the looming deadline, your eyes glued instead to the boy hovering in his brother’s doorway.

“Where’s Vash?” 

Nai has a tone that makes people flinch. You’ve seen it happen countless times with your very eyes—on campus, at the convenience store around the corner from he and Vash’s apartment, even at the rare party he frequents. But no matter how terse his words might be, you never do.

“He accidentally stole Nicholas’ laptop charger when we were on campus earlier, he just ran over to bring it back before Nico’s night class.”

At the mere mention of the brunette, Knives’ expression turns even more severe; his upper lip curls in visible disgust.

“He’ll be right back,” you add, smiling softly.

Why are you smiling?

Nai spins on his heel to slink away, but you stop him.

“Did you say you got takeout?”

“I got my brother and I dinner,” he makes sure to emphasize who the meal was meant for, though he doesn’t spare you a glance over his shoulder.

You laugh into your fist as he slinks away back towards the kitchen, and you hear him clunking around huffily as you return your attention to your assignment.

You reach for your cellphone after rewording a sentence that really doesn’t matter instead of adding another one that does, pulling up your text conversation with the boy whose bed you’re sitting in.

(6:15pm) Nai’s home! Hurry back or he’ll kick me out again plssss

As soon as you hit send, you hear a suspicious jingling from somewhere in the room. It’s too conveniently timed to be a coincidence. You slip your laptop off your lap, pushing it to the side, and lean your body over the edge of the bed to peer down at where you’d heard the sound coming from. Lo and behold, Vash’s cellphone is resting on the ground next to his bedside table. It had probably fallen off the bed while the two of you had been toiling away at your respective school work, just before he made a mad dash to campus when he realized he’d accidentally come home with two laptop chargers instead of one—and gotten a strongly worded text message from the other charger’s owner (who’d obviously just come to the same conclusion.)

You sigh, plucking Vash’s phone up from the ground. He’s constantly losing the thing, or cracking the screen, which is a little ridiculous considering the brightly-coloured case he has it wrapped in—cute little cartoon characters are printed onto the red plastic, and he’s added various stickers (and scratches) to accompany them. You’re laughing a little at the design when the phone jingles again.

6:16PM - New Message (1) Nai: Hi. That girl is here again

6:16PM - New Message (2) Nai: She’s in your bedroom

6:16PM - New Message (3) Nai: When are you coming back? Where are you? If you (…)

You snort to yourself as message after message pops up on the screen, the latter part of the last one lost to the cut of the notification preview. You know Vash’s passcode, but you also know it’s not your place to see what his brother is texting him—not that the younger sibling would care.

But you suspect someone else might.

You pad out to the kitchen, Vash’s phone clutched in your hand.

Nai is standing in the kitchen in front of a mountain of takeout containers. They’re from a fancy restaurant uptown you know he likes, because Vash had mentioned it on a few occasions. Nai tends to have more… particular tastes than his little brother, who you’re fairly certain would be happy to eat out of a convenience store for the rest of his natural life.

The elder twin hears you come in and glowers at you at you hover in front of the island in the open concept kitchen, the expanse of marble separating you.

“He forgot his phone,” you say, holding up the device in front of you demonstratively. 

Nai’s brow creases, his lips tugging down at the corners in an even deeper frown than before. You watch as he lifts his hand to rub at his temple in frustration.

Knives hates it when Vash doesn’t have his phone. Or forgets to charge it. Or loses it. Or cracks the screen. Or does anything that impedes him from getting in touch with him.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” you assure the elder of the two brothers, setting the phone down on the countertop. “He left a while ago and he was coming right home.”

The phone is snatched up from the counter almost as soon as your hand has pulled away from it, and Nai shoves it into the pocket of his joggers. You watch as he reaches for his keys next.

“Are you going to find him?” you ask, and Nai ignores you, tugging his jacket on.

“If you leave now, you’ll probably just end up missing each other. He’s probably already in the elevator!” you call to the blonde’s retreating form as he stalks towards the front door angrily.

“It’s not even dark out, and campus is only 10 minutes away.”

He stuffs his feet harshly into his sneakers, though he’s careful not to crease the backs.

You glance around furtively, looking for another excuse to keep him from needlessly going chasing after Vash.

“Hey, if you go, do you mind if I have some of this?”

Nai whips around just in time to see you leaning over the counter to slip a finger under the edge of one of the takeout container lids to peek inside. He crosses the apartment towards you in three long strides, leaning over and snatching the box out from under your hand with a sneer.

“Was that steak?” you ask, eyes wide and sparkling, your hands clasped in front of your heart.

“None of your business,” he snaps.

It is steak. Wagyu. Cooked to a perfect medium rare.

Just the way he likes it.

He opens his mouth to snap at you again, probably about touching things that don’t belong to you, or getting the hell out of his apartment, when the front door swings open.

“Honey I’m hoooooooo—”

Vash spots Knives sneering down at you on the other side of the apartment, craning over where you’re leaning against the kitchen counter, faltering to a stop. The fist-full of heavy convenience store bags he has clutched in his hands rustle as the swing in his grip.

“Oh, hi Nai! You’re home early!” Vash smiles when he sees his brother, his eyes crinkling at the corners behind the round lenses of his glasses. He kicks his tattered boots off clumsily in the doorway before approaching you both. “I got us dinner! There’s lots, so we can all share!”

You see a twitch of irritation in his older brother’s jaw. Nai takes a step back from you.

“You left the house without your cellphone again.”

Vash’s eyes widen in the wake of his brother’s words. He uses his free hand to pat along his pockets, and then winces sheepishly when he realizes his mistake.  “Sorry, sorry! Had to run to campus, and I must have left it—”

Nai reaches into his pocket and retrieves the device, holding it out to his little brother.

“What’s the point of a mobile phone if it stays in one place?” Nai mutters sullenly.

Vash takes it appreciatively, tucking it into his own pocket. Then he spots the containers on the counter.

“Woah, what’s all this?” he asks excitedly, craning up onto his tiptoes to peek around his brother’s shoulder at the food on the counter behind him. “Did you pick up food too?”

“My meeting with the department chair was shorter than I expected, so I thought it would be nice to eat together. I didn’t realize we’d have company.” Nai’s gaze flickers resentfully to you from the corner of his eye.

“Well, there’s so much food here now, it’s a good thing there’s three of us!” Vash chirps happily, turning to you. “You’ll stay, right?”

Your friend’s face is alight with expectation.

Behind him, Nai is scowling.

You smile brightly.

“Of course!”

[pianocat939]

Celina! I just had the weirdest idea!

Coralline au!

M/c lives in a world identical-if not exact- to ours…

But!

There is a small door in m/c’s room that takes them to the rottmnt dimension.

The turtles are the ‘beldams’ of the story, the only difference being their world isn’t a fake trap used to kidnap children and devour their souls. Their world is literally rottmnt only they are yanderes with button eyes. Also every other character that isn’t one of the turtles is strangely not there-

M/c’s home dimension- to help follow some of the plot from Coraline- kinda sucks. Neglectful parents who are so strung up in their work, they don’t notice m/c. M/c would live in a two-story small house (mainly because I don’t know how I would fit the other characters into this, so they don’t exist here).

M/c loves rottmnt, and so finding a doorway that leads them to a parallel universe with the rise characters only they have sewn on button eyes would surely make m/c really happy at first, given her current circumstances. Yeah sure, they act a little different and kinder compared to the show, but they seem really nice! What’s the worst that could come from staying a little longer?

I can imagine the turtles seeing m/c as their own kin- but not in the delusional “ I am related to you by blood way. More in a “you are our adopted sibling/child” kind of way. They believe they should be the ones to take care of m/c because, clearly, their parents aren’t doing that good of a job at it.

I also wanted a huge motivator for the turtles going platonic yandere on m/c, so I decided to add a bit of angst to this au. Everyone but the turtles is dead, minus background characters.Either by the Shredder or Krang, they are all dead. Or they never existed in this world! Either way, m/c still has no answer as the turtles never talk about them.

Also, Donnie has most likely already stalked m/c before their arrival in their world, which allows the other turtles to already have crucial knowledge on m/c that will aid them in their goals. Poor m/c still hasn’t noticed the cameras-

Once m/c realizes what is going on, it would be far too late to stop it. M/c’s only contacts in their world is their parents, and they won’t believe m/c! Though, it may not be too hard to convince them, seeing as they are already kidnapped and locked away-

The only thing m/c can even do to escape is run and hope to find a new caretaker, because they ain’t getting their parents back from the turtles. I guess the other option is to re-enter the other-world, which would most likely result in m/c being tied down whilst Mikey stitches buttons on their eyes don’t worry, Donnie has already gave them something to make them go numb. They don’t feel a thing physically!

Now, let’s say m/c somehow freed her parents and escaped. Now, m/c would have to burn down the entire house and find a new place to live, because they WILL find a way to get through the door if it is intact. Though, this may not even save m/c, because Donnie could easily make another one in their new home…

(Is this good? I hope it is. I love how we both just torture m/c with fictional mutant turtles with superpowers-)

Yes, it's very detailed! It's great.

Tw: restraints, implied forced surgery(?),

"Look at you! So pretty with your button eyes!" Mikey holds your face in his hands. "Now you're officially a member of the family!" His grin is wide, and a sense of glee is evident on his face.

"Yeah, you have a nice pair of buttons, bud." Raph also smiles at you, kneeling down to be closer to your eye level. His onyx, dead button "eyes" stare back at you. "I'm so happy to have you as our new member."

Leo strokes your head, "No more having to go back to the place...That wretched place where your so-called parents harboured you. But it's alright, no more having to be neglected by them! You'll just be coddled with all the brotherly and parental love you deserve!" His expression darkens when he mentions your parents, malice seeping through his words.

"And as a celebration and in memory of this wonderful event-" Donnie turns his back to you, his metal spider arm holding his phone, "Say 'Buttoning!'" Everybody poses as the camera clicks, cheering the word 'Buttoning!' alongside Donatello.

But you...You weren't smiling in the picture, you had a look of horror. Restrained in Mikey's chains, unable to speak in fear of what they would do.

[idontknowanametouse]

Tashigi and Smoker siblings AU (plus Hina and some others)

Because one (1) person asked me to talk about it! Yay! (long post btw)

OMG this is so fucking niche and may be cringe and OOC but I don't care this is so much fun

Secretly soft Smoker my beloved. Weirdgirl Tashigi my beloved. Pretends to be responsible but is actually not Hina my beloved

(cw: canon typical violence, child neglect, emotional abuse, toxic family relationships, physical abuse, private prison, kidnapping, children in life-endangering situations, brainwashing/mind control/idk-like situation, slight misgendering, deadname mention, non-consensual drugging)

Backstories (because if Oda doesn't do them backstories apparently I'll have to myself)

Smoker and Hina:

Smoker's village was attacked and destroyed by pirates when he was 5, and then was taken in by an orphanage that took care of many orphans from all of the world (they were a floating place, similar to Germa). However, they didn't take care of the kids well and mainly neglected them, also instituting physical punishments. At there, Smoker met Hina (she is 2 years older than him here) and they became the only friends each other had at the time, having a sibling-like relationship. When Smoker was 14 and Hina 16, they ran away due to being tired of that place and almost died a few times until they met Tsuru who offered to take the two in on the Marines, and they did accept it, not only because of the whole almost dying thing but also because they hate pirates due to them destroying their homelands. While in the marines as a recruit, Smoker did approach a lot Akainu, who saw in him a potential of someday taking over his place as Admiral, both in power and mindset. That lead to Akainu eventually taking a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.

Tashigi:

Tashigi's parents were pretty absent in her life and very neglectful, to the point she had to learn to do many things on her own as a 6 years old. Her deadname was just the word used to refer to the eldest son, so, uh, yeah, lots of neglect here. Due to being seen as weird by the other kids in her town, she didn't have any friends, and instead would go to the library to read about swords and snow. She met a guy who worked at the library who was the only one to be always kind to her, and though they didn't interact that much, she always saw his many younger siblings calling him "nii-chan". That made her wish she had an older sibling to care for her. When she was 9 years old, Tashigi was kidnapped by a runaway ex-marine alongside many kids from other islands. She was kept in private prison inside a basement from the age of 9 to 13 years old, and, while she was there, they were forced to call the man "aniki" and into a twisted family-like dynamic. They were forcefully trained Rokushiki and fought against the man daily, and, as kids, they would obviously always lose. As a punishment for losing, they were forced to take off their clothes and were spanked. Eventually, all the other kids died, leaving only Tashigi behind before she is rescued.

Timeline

(They meet 10 years ago, Tashigi is 13 and Smoker is 26)

The marines were making a routine supervision over an island when they found out an ex-marine runaway was hiding there. Akainu, who was amongst those marines, decided to go kill the man himself. He found the place the man was hiding and, with all the destruction of a battle, the door to the basement Tashigi was kept was destroyed and she immediately tried to run away. However, she saw Akainu pursuing the man and was scared he would do the same to her. That's when Akainu said the words "strike down", words the man always used to order her to attack. Her built-up instincts made her go against the man, managing, for the first time, to take him down. Akainu sees her "potential" and decides to hand her as a "gift" to Smoker so he can learn how to "forge a weapon of his own" (did I already mention how much I fucking hate this bitch)

Akainu hands Tashigi to Smoker with no further explanations about what the fuck is going on, and Smoker, who doesn't know shit about taking care of a child, tries his best on providing her the bare minimum. He realizes she doesn't like her deadname and starts calling her "kid" until she picks a name for herself.

It takes two weeks for Smoker to realize he can't take care of a kid alone. One day, Tashigi is training with some of the weakest recruits and she is losing, because she is a kid. However, Smoker realizes her getting each time more nervous, and, that night, he thinks if he should really be the one to take care of Tashigi. He decides to talk to her about it, but when they meet, she starts to take her clothes off. He asks what the fuck she is doing and that only makes everything worse and then Tashigi just says she thought he was gonna spank her for failing so many times that day. Smoker is fucking horrified and tries to explain her how wrong all of this is, but she doesn't seem to actually grasp it. Then, he promises that, while she is on that headquarter, nobody will hurt her, and if they do, he'll kill them, and that if she needs to or feel scared, she just needs to scream for him. Tashigi is so schocked by this demonstration of care she can't even walk, so Smoker gets her to bed. When he is carrying her, she tells him her name is Tashigi. He immediately calls Hina after that because she kept in touch with the whole orphanages situation much more than him and knows more about taking care of kids than him.

When Hina gets there, she thinks he wants to hand Tashigi to an orphanage or to someone else, to which Smoker replies Absolutely The Fuck Not. She hands him the reports of the conditions in which Tashigi was found and Smoker, who didn't know any of that, is fucking horrified. Hina talks to Tashigi the next day and Tashigi asks her to not take her anywhere else because she likes there and Smoker is very kind to her. Hina is... confused, at the very least, but promises she will never take Tashigi anywhere she doesn't want to.

Time starts passing by. Tashigi comes out as a girl and Smoker tells her he's trans too. Hina forces Smoker to take Tashigi out of the headquarters and to a sword store (idk the name for that sorry) and they wait for, like, two hours while Tashigi goes crazy about everything around her. When it snows for the first time, Smoker thinks Tashigi is gonna faint from such happiness she feels. She sometimes has nightmares, and while Smoker doesn't know how to handle them, Hina helps her calm down.

When she turns 14, she starts taking estrogen. Sometimes, Smoker just stays by her side while she walks on the city so no creep will bother her, but Tashigi doesn't know that, so she thinks he's just being an asshole and doing it to embarass her. At this age, Smoker starts to realize Tashigi is a lesbian before Tashigi herself notices it, as she really likes staring at girl's butts. He always rebukes her for doing it on duty, but she still looks anyway out of spite.

At 18, she officially enters the marines as of her own choice (before, she would just accompany Smoker on missions and patrols with the excuse of being his "apprentice"). When she does, Tashigi talks to him and apologizes for not being able to train or sparre with him, and talks about the things "Aniki" made whenever they sparred. She is able to fight anyone but him. He is glad she told him that and promises he would never force her to do that.

There aren't much important occasions to the AU and everything with Luffy runs like in canon... until after Marineford.

After finding Tashigi, Akainu didn't have as much contact with Smoker anymore and didn't get news from him or Tashigi (that was Hina's doing. She always hated the guy). When they met again in the post Marineford, like, when all marines reunited and where talking about the damage and the normal guys were treating their wounds and recovering the body of the deceased, he could see Smoker and realized he was much different than he thought he would be now. He was softer than Akainu remembered, specially for Tashigi, who also was not how he had expected to be. When the two talked, he realized that change was much deeper than he had thought, as Smoker didn't seem to hold the same hate for pirates he did 10 years ago. Akainu associated all of this to one thing: Tashigi. Then, he remembered about one creation of the marine's science departure to which they asked his opinion over who would be a good test subject. He now knows who.

A few weeks after Marineford, when things were starting to settle down and look normal again, Smoker is called to Punk Hazard and is told to be completely alone, bringing nobody else with him. As soon as he arrives, he realizes the place looks really empty for a science unit and starts suspecting about something. He receives a call from Tsuru and she tries to warn him that she found out what they want with him, however, before she can finish, Akainu shows up. Smoker realizes he's fucked and tries to get out of there, but ends up being caught and imprisoned with Kairoseki.

Caesar Clown developed some sort of truth serum they would test on him. It works, and Akainu uses it to find out about Tashigi's main weakness, which is the fact she can't fight Smoker. After the serum's effects are over, they decide to test YET ANOTHER invention on him (Smoker can't catch a fucking break). This time, it's a drug whose effects include major memory loss while it's active and make the mind open to suggestions. Akainu uses it to make Smoker come back to his mentality of 10 years ago, but even more harsh and cruel. He also uses images of Tashigi as subject of hate and loathing. He wanted to experiment it to an extreme, to see if it would work even going against extremely strong beliefs and feelings.

As soon as Tsuru's call is cut, she realizes shit got fucked up and immediately calls Hina, as she managed to find out what they were gonna do to Smoker. However, when Hina goes to find Tashigi to tell her what happened, she is nowhere to be found. The thing is, Smoker didn't tell anyone where he was going, and therefore Tashigi thought he had disappeared and just went on her own rampage looking for him.

Two weeks pass by with no news of Smoker or Tashigi. Tsuru warns a few marines, only the ones she knows she can trust, about what actually happened to Smoker: Hibari, Doll, Koby and Helmeppo. They all do agree this is pretty fucked up to do, specially to one of their own. These four plus Hina and Tsuru team up to go to Punk Hazard so they can spank Caesar Clown until he hands them the solution to this shit.

Meanwhile, Tashigi's search took her to the headquarter that is basically all dominated by Akainu. Yes, she know this idea is dumb as fuck, no, she won't stop. She gets there and manages to get infiltrated for a while, but is soon discovered and has to run away, however, she refuses to because she won't leave without Smoker.

Tashigi causes a big commotion by defeating most of the guys there and attracts Akainu's attention, and he actually finds it good that she is there so he will be able to test Smoker. He goes towards Tashigi and she tells him to fuck off and just tell her where Smoker is. He smiles in the grossest way ever (gods I hate that bitch so fucking much) and then Smoker comes in.

Tashigi is relieved for a second, then she realizes something is wrong and asks Akainu what he did to him. He says he only helped Smoker. Tashigi, then, starts running and Smoker chases her (yes I made a "pun" with his nickname cuz I think I'm clever) until she has nowhere else to go. She begs him to stop and asks for help, and then he says the words "Aniki" always said before he spanked her and that is one of the most traumatizing things that could ever happen to her.

However, Smoker is suddenly stopped by something before he can hit her. It's Hina, who came in really fast with those other marines mentioned before. They manage to get Kairoseki handcuffs on him and through a lot of struggle they run away and drag Smoker with them.

Now, the thing with the drug is: he's been receiving constant doses and reinforcements of it for two weeks. It will take that same time so it completely leaves his body. And the meantime sucks. Like, a lot. For all of the people involved in it, and as Smoker still wants to kill Tashigi, they can't even let him walk around freely and all that stuff, so the Kairoseki makes his pain worse. Yeah, nobody's having a good time.

All of the people involved in his "kidnapping" are now being chased by the marines, and they can't come back with him detoxfied, so, yeah, they are basically runaways now. Again, nobody is happy. Tashigi goes to him everyday even with everyone telling it's a bad idea, she doesn't care. She just wants to see him.

Eventually, the drug finally runs out of him and his memory is fucked. The last month felt like a really long and weird dream from which he can't recall much, but he knows it wasn't good. Eventually, however, after he is freed from the Kairoseki, he sees Tashigi and immediately remembers, like as in a deja vu. For the first time in his life, he runs away.

Eventually they have a talk (Tashigi forces him to) and assures she is not angry at him and that she'll fucking kill Akainu and Caesar Clown. They start picking up the pieces as they start creating a... new marine, let's say. One that doesn't stand the shit the world government does.

Things I wrote for the AU

First Meeting (Tashigi and Smoker meet and spend their first day together)

Rough Night (Tashigi ends up vomiting in her second night there and Smoker helps her)

Some other facts about the AU

Tashigi and Hina's islands had lots of Wano immigrants, similar to Zoro's, and the two often talk in Wano language/japanese when alone

Tashigi is autistic. That's it

Smoker and Tashigi are both trans. Smoker chose his name after he ate the fruit as an 8 years old and Tashigi chose hers also as an 8 years old after a great swordswoman from a few centuries ago (little nerd Tashigi my beloved)

Tashigi tries her best to never cry and has more traits of Smoker's personality on her own, as she is much more... aggressive to pirates than in canon, at least in her words. She doesn't like killing anyone though.

Tashigi almost never uses Rokushiki today, and when she does, it's incorporated in her sword style, which is the one she masters.

When they are in private, Tashigi calls Smoker nii-chan and he calls her snowflake

Tashigi and Reiju are dating after she was assigned once the guard the Vinsmoke family and they kept in touch until they started dating

Hibari and Helmeppo, due to their very absent and neglectful fathers, would often be sent to the headquarters Hina and Smoker were in so they would babysit the two. Due to that, they often spent a lot of time with Tashigi for being the only kids there and became friends, even with the age gap.

Tashigi was not born with sight issues, but due to the constant injuries on her head and eyes, she couldn't practically see anything anymore without glasses, which were handed to her when she got to Smoker.

[the-paper-shredder]

Wick: Frostbite AU

So, after years of being on here (and my biggest interest getting some traction on here too) I'm finally doing a post on one of my AUs for Wick! Hooray!

Now you may be wondering, which one? Well, I'm introducing one I mentioned nearly 3 years ago, the Frostbite AU! As seen in the title, lol. Now the current version of it is slightly different from how I described it beforehand, so I'll start with that I guess.

In late 2014, Duncan along with Travis and Sam, do a ritual on the grounds of the Weaver property. It predictably wasn't done right, thus backfiring; they get put in an alternate timeline where they're in the winter of 1927, and the Weaver family never died. However, even with that, when the trio meets the family, everything just feels so wrong.

To put it in simpler terms: time travel and a cannibal cult. You heard that right. Anyway, time to go on with the characters.

Duncan: ➵ Full name is Duncan Wallace. ➵ 16 years old. ➵ Sam's his younger brother and they have a complicated, mostly negative relationship. ➵ Very secretive about why he's going to such great lengths (i.e. the ritual) just for knowledge on Wick/the Weaver family. But he did not expect to be sent to an alternate past. ➵ Looks calm on the outside but on the inside he's freaking out about being in 1927. This combined with his anger issues, stubbornness, and great ambition makes him a force to be reckoned with. ➵ Sees Travis more as a frenemy due to some stuff Travis did a month beforehand.

Travis: ➵ 15 years old. ➵ The ritual was technically his idea, but he didn't really mean it seriously. It just happened that Duncan took it seriously. ➵ Doesn't know what the fuck he's doing at all times. He's just trying to hide how anxious he is about being stuck in 1927 by continuing to act how he usually does, a.k.a. talkative and goofy. ➵ Still sees Duncan as a best friend. ➵ Didn't really know Sam until the ritual, so he's attempting to make friends with him (a.k.a. one of the few connections to normalcy he can find). ➵ Admittedly kinda terrified of the Weaver family lol.

Sam: ➵ Full name is Samuel Wallace. ➵ 14 years old. ➵ Duncan's younger brother. Once again, a complicated, mostly negative relationship. ➵ Only got dragged into this because he was wondering what the hell Duncan and Travis were doing on private property in the middle of the night and he's also interested in urban legends. ➵ Literally so pissed about being stuck in 1927 with no way out (pun unintended) and he's making it everyone's problem. ➵ A loner and rather quiet. When he actually opens up, he's sarcastic with an eccentric sense of humor, along with being idealistic and impatient.

John & Mary: ➵ In their early 40s. ➵ With Pastor McAlroy's disappearance, Mary has pretty much taken over the role of religious leader for the small town of Pine Creek. ➵ Mary is also known for giving people in need both shelter and food. ➵ Surprisingly enough, Mary is not totally neglectful of her children. However, she is 100% emotionally abusive and manipulative. Hope she dies ← is literally the writer. ➵ John has been emotionally shut down/repressed for over a decade, even before his time in WWI. ➵ Less active of a parent than Mary, but John still takes care of his children's needs nonetheless.

Benny: ➵ 17 years old. ➵ Practically Mary's right–hand man, trusting her completely even if it's mostly out of fear. ➵ Often helps around town due to his strength, his biggest acquaintances being the Edwards family. ➵ Worried mess who still continues to preach religious stuff both from the bible and what Mary tells him. His only escape from such an anxious life is napping whenever he gets the chance. ➵ Not particularly close with his siblings, but still cares for them. ➵ Towers over pretty much everyone, even his parents.

Tim & Tom: ➵ 14 years old. Tom is a few minutes older than Tim. ➵ Actually Mary's nephews and the Weaver kids' cousins, but are close enough that they're considered basically twin sons and brothers. ➵ Were isolated from society until they were 9. With basic life skills and common knowledge taught by Caleb, they were placed in the same grade as him once put into school. ➵ However, due to Tom's illness, he's often left at home and Tim brings him the notes after school. Tim, along with Caleb, are also Tom's main caretakers. ➵ Tim also will cook meals alongside Mary, although he refuses to make what Mary's often making. ➵ Tom barely talks and is overall a boy filled with terror at the world around him. On Tim's side, he acts older than he actually is, due to the responsibilities he's had to take up.

Caleb: ➵ 12 years old. ➵ Close with Tim, Tom, and Lillian. He's considered one of Tom's main caretakers. ➵ Very aware of what Mary has been doing, he hates her but is also terrified of her, so he tries to avoid trouble. The twins are the only ones who know this. ➵ To outsiders, he's just an energetic kid full of kindness. He is one, he's just one hiding a lot of dark things about his family. ➵ Has a bunch of friends that he often hangs out with. ➵ Not only taller than the twins but overall just tall for his age.

Lillian: ➵ 8 years old. ➵ Mary's favorite child and gets away with being a little shit (particularly toward the twins) because of this. ➵ Close with Caleb and tries to get closer to Benny. Cares about the twins to some degree, but not a whole lot. ➵ Mature for her age but isn't entirely aware of what Mary's doing. She just knows her mom is doing something only a few people are allowed to know the truth about. ➵ Energetic and charismatic, learned from Caleb and Mary. Still loves rabbits. ➵ Tall for her age, but isn't taller than the twins let alone Caleb and Benny.

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Imagine if pez came back as a recom she's been dead for 16 years and now she comes back to see her son adopting a Navi lifestyle who has two loving parents tonowari and Ronal both loving spider two siblings she's envys spider her son her baby boy now calls someone else mom but like Quaritch she understands it's for the best she not like Ronal

Hell imagine if she saw spider die in the little warrior Au I feel she would lose it just disconnect she just got him back and loses him to the RDA full on bloody war path

I've posted about her before.

I think paz would feel this cold but vicious grief when it comes to spider. She was torn from her baby when he was a few months old. She got him back when he was 16, passed from family to family, damaged more and more each time, before he was adopted by ronal and tonowari, both who are better parents and a better family then she or miles could ever imagine giving him.

she wants to love him so bad and he barely recognizes her. she wants to scoop him up and love him and make up for all the years she missed, but he only sees the RDA scorpion flyer who helped destroy his soon-to-be home, just like he did when he first met quaritch, but tack on all the maternal trauma he has, it would be even harder to look at her (all his fathers/father figures have been neutral and neglectful at worst, his past mother figures, who were mainly neytiri, were hateful towards. not to mention how much deeper psychologically maternal trauma goes).

she aches to hold her baby, except, he's barely her baby anymore; even if he wanted to connect with her, her desperation and her pain make her move to fast, scaring the boy off. when they do connect, there is always that bit of disconnect on either side; neither of them know who the other is, neither of them can see eye to eye.

if she were to lose him, to watch him bleed out, it would create a wound so deep, there is no return, no stability left, no nothing; there would only be excruciating pain in her chest, no sense, no self-control, no self-preservation. she would get herself killed within hours of her sons death because she wouldn't be able to hold herself back from charging the heart of the RDA the second she could compose herself enough to 'form a plan'.

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Muzan Kibutsuji x Nezuko Kamado’s Twin-sister! Muggle-born! Slytherin! Reader (feat. Severus Snape)

Angel of Darkness

Warnings: Mentions of Death, child neglect, Snake bite, venom, Muzan is a bit ooc and spoilers of the end of the Demon Slayer manga.

Soulmate Au

(A/n: Y/n is older than Harry and Draco by a year.)

Y/n Snape or originally called Y/n Kamado. She was Nezuko Kamado’s forgotten twin. Y/n was originally a very nice girl but she was often insulted and ignored by everyone in her home village. Having enough of this treatment. She ran away from home and ended in another dimension. She was adopted in 1984 by Severus Snape at the age of 5 years old. Because of the treatment she endured through her real family; she became resentful of towards them when Severus treated her with love and care. The caring and kind girl became cold, calm, stoic, and sarcastic like her father. She had been taught different potions, spells, wandless magic, and of course later on unsupported flight. Y/n has a resentment towards Harry Potter and the Boy-Who-Lived hates her. However, she hates him for how his father bullied hers when they were their age. Like her father, she was in Slytherin despite being a Muggle-born. She has a lot of friends within her house and she was also friends with Draco Malfoy.

In the year of 1997....

Y/n watches as her father kills Dumbledore Albus Dumbledore. However, she doesn't show it but she knew that he doesn't want to kill the Headmaster and could tell he was hesitant. “Do you think is this going to work?” A male voice asks before the Slytherin girl then looks at him. ‘I am sure.... Muzan...’ she says through their thoughts. Muzan Kibutsuji, was the Demon King and the progenitor of the Demon race. At her 18th birthday, he was her soulmate. After he died at the hands of the Demon Slayers mainly in Tanjiro Kamado’s hands (Y/n’s biological older brother). Muzan’s soul has merge with hers.

Dumbledore fell from the Astronomy towards his death. Harry Potter, the boy Y/n hated so much because of the rivalries between both of their families. The Slytherin girl watches as the Death Eaters including Severus leave. Before he left, her father gave her a look that she could tell before leaving immediately.

The Boy-Who-Lived then goes after the Death Eaters but Y/n on the other hand decides not to follow before looking around in the Astronomy tower. “Y/n....” the former Demon King calls out making the Slytherin girl then looks at him. “You gave me a reason to resent your siblings.” he says as that made Y/n growl at the thought of Tanjiro and Nezuko. “I have no concern towards both of them because of how everyone treated me back in our dimension.” she then says as she can speak to him outloud without anyone disturbing them. “I really don't care about you killing my mother and my other siblings. I believe they deserved it.” she then adds to her lover.

“You’re alright that I killed them?” Muzan asks as the Slytherin girl then gives an evil smile. “Yes, I am. They didn't treated me decently so they deserve it.” she then says. Y/n smirks. “I could see their reactions once they find out. You are my soulmate, Muzan." She says as she starts to smirk at the thought. Muzan then gives an evil smile. The form he is seen in his spirit form was the way he was in the final battle.

The Slytherin girl then decides to leave the Astronomy Tower. She already has her hands on her father's copy of the Advanced Potions making text book. She was surprised that it ended up in the possession of the Boy-Who-Lived, but she was able to get it back so anyone wouldn't get hurt again. She found out that Potter used the Sectumsempra spell her father created against Draco.

Muzan on the other hand, well after, he found out that she is actually Nezuko Kamado’s twin-sister but she looks older than her twin. The way time works on this dimension is different from theirs. He really wants Tanjiro to continue his dream but the boy managed to break free from his control. Y/n pretty much scoff at his attempt to control her brother and told him not to waste his time on her biological family.

The Slytherin girl was currently near the walk ways outside Hogwarts. She sighs. The war begins with Dumbledore dead.

Time skip to 1998 the Battle of Hogwarts...

Y/n was fighting for her school and she wants that Dark Lord. As her father and Draco's parents can't break off the arranged marriage unless if the Dark Lord was killed. Of course, the former Demon King was disgusted with it but they both maintain appearances to avoid suspension. She secretly helps the students under the instructions of her father. She knew that in order for both of them to come out alive was to, well, do bad things to survive. Many thought of her to be loyal to the Dark Lord but no she's loyal to Severus Snape and will always be.

Back to the present, while attacking and dodging attacks of a few Death Eaters. She then Harry giving a look to follow him and his friends. They made their way to the Shrieking Shack. When they made it there, Snape wasn't alone the Dark Lord is there as well.

Y/n listens to their conversation. She's not surprised on why the Elder wand doesn't work on him. Of course, Draco disarmed Dumbledore that night at the Astronomy so it won't work. That had her and Muzan wandering on why he called her father.

Things happened quickly. Voldemort commanded Nagini his snake to attack Severus to which Harry cover Y/n’s mouth to prevent her from screaming. As her tears pour down her cheeks she heard the hissing sound of the Dark Lord's snake as it attacks the poor Potion Master's neck.

“I regret this...” Voldemort mutters before disapperating of course Nagini left. Afterwards she along with the Trio then ran in the shack. The Slytherin girl's eyes widen in horror while Muzan in spirit form looks surprise on what he's seeing. Y/n immediately made her way towards her father before taking out something from the pocket of her robes. “Here, father. Drink this." She says as Severus looks at her before he decides to do so. Y/n help him in drinking the potion.

The Slytherin girl then wraps something around her father's neck. Severus then looks at his daughter as a tear fell from his left eye before he gently places his hand on her head before gently patting it.

Harry then made his way towards their former Potions Professor. The two (mainly three) then look up to see Potter as he knelt down in front of Severus. As Severus looks at Harry, he gestures to his lone tear. “Take it, take it” he pleads. Harry immediately looks at Hermione, Ron, and Y/n. “Quick, give me a flask! Anything!” the boy begs. Hermione hands him a vial.

As Harry takes the offered vial, he hurries up with filling it with Severus’ tear. Once it’s filled, Severus looks at Harry again. “Look at me” he demands rather gently. The boy does as he says as the former Potions Master looks into his green eyes, reminded of Lily Potter. “You have your mother’s eyes” Severus’ tells him. He feels sorrow as he thinks of his former friend.

The Slytherin girl then gives her father a look of sympathy as she has feeling that he's thinking about Potter's mother. Y/n then looks at Harry. “Potter, don't let the lives that were lose tonight in vain...” she tells him to which the Gryffindor teen thought for a moment before he nods his head. He and his friends then left the Shrieking Shack leaving the Slytherin girl (and Muzan) with her father.

“Y/n” Severus calls out in a weak tone. “Ye-Yes Dad?” She says giving her full attention on her beloved father. “Ple-Please take care of yourself...” He says in a weak yet low voice. The Slytherin girl then gives a sorrowful look. She managed to give the anti-vemon to him onto time before it starts to kill him. “T-thank you, Dad..... Thank you for taking me in when my real family and everyone in my home dimension ignore my existence.” she says as she wraps her arms around him. She felt Severus wrap his arms around in his embrace.

Muzan in spirit form was watching the interaction between his soulmate and her father. He really felt bad for Y/n as she was treated as the so-called black sheep in by her biological family. The same family he killed but unknowingly didn't know someone survive of him injecting his blood. Y/n’s twin-sister; Nezuko Kamado. Although, time works differently so the Slytherin girl is older than her living siblings by 3-4 years.

Hours later after the Battle of Hogwarts....

The Slytherin girl is in the Hospital Wing looking at her father. She was relieved that she managed to save him on time.

She was then snap out of her thoughts when she hears a familiar voice. “Snape....” she then turns around to see the Boy-Who-Lived as he seems rather nervous before he takes a deep breath. “You know, I think we should clear the misunderstanding between both of our families. I am so ashamed of how my father bullied yours when they were students. He was one of the reason why your father ended up following the path of becoming a Death Eater besides your grandfather.” he then says before Y/n growl at the mention of her grandfather Tobias Snape. “Of course, I hate him for what he did to my father.” she then replies. “He’s already dead, Y/n. You don't have to worry about him anymore.” Muzan in spirit form tries comforting her. The Slytherin girl then sighs.

Harry then gives her a sympathetic look. “Hey, I felt sorry for you that your real family didn't treated you like the way Snape treated you.” he says as Y/n (and Muzan) were surprised on how he knew that. The Slytherin girl then gives him a serious look. “Not a word to anyone, Potter.” she says. “Don’t worry. I can understand my aunt mistreated me growing up so I can understand.” the Boy-Who-Lived then says as Y/n widen slightly at that.

The Slytherin girl then shook her head immediately. “*sighs* Yes, it's true. I'm not from this dimension but from another. However, I left a long time ago.” she says before looking at her father. “He was the first person who treat me with kindness.” she says with such emotion in her voice. Harry justs nod. “You know, I was wrong about both of you. You both show that there's more between both of you.” he says which made Y/n look at him. “I really hated how much of a jerk my father was and my mother was originally friends with yours until their sixth year. Now, I couldn't blame your father for hating me because I reminded him his own bully and rival.” he says as he looks at her. “I never thought he really didn't want to kill Dumbledore.” he adds as Y/n sighs. “He never wanted to but he has no choice in order for the Dark Lord to trust him completely.” she says. Harry then looks at Severus. “I hope he wakes up.” he says as the Slytherin girl nod in agreement.

An hour later....

Y/n had to leave the Hospital Wing to get something to eat as she made a promise to take care of herself. After she left, the former Potions Master’s finger start to move. Severus starts to groan before he slowly starts to open his eyes. When he completely opens them, he looks around his eyes widen that he's in the Hospital Wing.

When the Slytherin girl came back. Her eyes widen before she immediately made her way towards him. “D-Dad?” she then asks trying her best not to let the tears fall from her eyes. The former Potion Master slowly gives his daughter a hug as she cries on his shoulder. “I'm glad that you're awake..” She sobs out making Severus sigh and rub a circle around her back “It’s okay now. I'm fine now” He says.

Muzan in his spirit form smiles but it was a genuine smile. He had grown to care for Y/n. He then notices someone it was Minerva McGonagall. “Y/n, someone is here.” he then says as the Slytherin girl then looks surprise at her lover's words before looking up. It was Professor McGonagall. The former Potions Master then notices this as well. “M-Minerva?!” he asks completely surprise to see his friend and colleague. Severus flinch as he thinks she was angry at him for the things he done. Y/n immediately move away from her father allowing her professor to hug him but careful not to hurt his neck. “Y-you are not mad at me?” the former Potions Master then asks looking surprise.

At that Harry came to the room to see that Severus is awake. “I’m not, you dunderhead.” McGonagall says to him as the Boy-Who-Lived then approach. “You were a hero. You saved us.” he says which made the former Potions Master then roll his eyes.

They then started to explain what happened. They never left out that the Dark Lord's gone. Severus sighs in relief, finally he's gone. He can finally take a break. “I think I need to retire from teaching being a spy took a toll on me.” The former Potions Master then informs as the other three (more like four) nod in understanding. He then looks at his daughter. “Did Kibutsuji kill anyone when you let him took control?” he asks as he wants to know if Muzan killed any innocent. Muzan in spirit form then sweat drop. He did kill innocent people but seeing things through Y/n, he stopped doing it. The Slytherin girl then laughs nervously.

“U-Uh...” The Slytherin stutter before giving her father a nod. “That's good to hear...” Severus says in relief “I didn't wanted to use you over his personal needs...” He adds making the former Demon King grit his teeth. “How dare you think that I'm going to hurt innocent people?!” he thought. “Don't worry, Dad. I can handle him” The Slytherin girl confirm making Severus nod again. “That's good, sweetheart.” He says.

Harry then looks at Y/n confused. “So Kibutsuji is your soulmate? I found out through the pensieve.” he asks making the Slytherin girl nod in confirmation. “Yes, he is, Potter. He was from the dimension I came from. However, after he was killed his soul sort of got stuck to me.” she says. The Boy-Who-Lived just nod. “I notice when he takes control your eyes turn red.” he says. The Slytherin girl then decides not to talk about it. So she remains silent. Muzan on the other hand stood there in his spirit form quiet as usual. Since Y/n zone out of the conversation. The former Demon King didn't and payed attention.

Months later....

The Malfoys were pardoned thanks to Harry and the Snape family. Of course, Severus was pardoned thanks to the Boy-Who-Lived and his daughter. He was given galleons for saving the entire Wizarding community. However, the was used to only renovate the inside of Severus and Y/n’s home in Spinner's End. The Slytherin girl then decides to persue her path on becoming a Potioneer. Muzan was really happy for as it was something she wanted to do.

However, one day while helping her father gather Potion ingredients as he's out of it particularly for personal use. They (along with the former Demon King) found a passage way but Y/n immediately recognize it as the same one that took her from hers and Muzan’s home dimension. The Slytherin girl got in first with her father follow behind her. When they got through, they both look around. Y/n narrows her eyes while Severus was following behind her(and the former Demon King). They were in the mountains but the ones in her old home. Y/n then growls being around her again while her father notices his daughter's discomfort. Severus held his daughter's hand. “What's the matter, my dear?” he asks in a worried tone.“Thi-This place..” she says as she wanders her eyes around. “What is this place?” The Potion Master asks.

They were both snap out of their thoughts when they notice somebody. The first one was a boy with burgundy hair, he has bright a red while the other was blind, has a scar on his forehead, fair skin but his left arm is wrinkled, and of course he wears Hanafuda earrings. This was Tanjiro Kamado; Y/n’s biological older brother. The other was a girl who is identical to Y/n but younger due to how time works differently in the Wizarding World. She has black hair like the Slytherin girl, identical pink eyes, and pale skin. This girl was Nezuko Kamado; Y/n’s biological older twin-sister. The Slytherin girl then narrows her eyes while she could hear Muzan growl.

Tanjiro then smells a familiar scent that he hasn't smelled in a very long time. He then turns his attention to where it lead to before his eyes widen in shock. “Y/n...?” he whispers in disbelief. Hearing this Nezuko look up before her eyes widen in shock to see her own twin-sister. The one they ignored and barely paid any attention to. “Hello, Tanjiro, Nezuko...” Y/n says in a monotone similar to Severus’. While her father narrows his eyes at his daughter's living biological siblings.

Before the two Kamado’s could say anything they were interrupted when their were people were calling out to them. Pretty much, 8 other people came around. “Who the hell are they!?” the one who wears a boar mask asks. “No way!!! She's so identical to you, Nezuko-chan!!” A guy with blonde hair screech making the two Snapes roll their eyes at that. “Who are these people, Tanjiro?” A guy with white hair who has scars on his face asks while the remaining five look confused. Y/n then narrows her eyes. “I’m not surprised that you two didn't even tell them about me, Tanjiro, Nezuko.” she says as she looks at the friends of her two biological siblings. “Allow me to introduce myself.” she then informs making the others who were confused look at her. “My name is Y/n Snape but my real name is Y/n Kamado. I am Nezuko’s younger but forgotten twin-sister. Mostly known as the so-called black sheep in our family.” she reveals to the friends of the Kamado siblings making them look surprise. “You had another sister, Tanjiro-san?” One of them who has black hair and blue eyes then asks. “I thought Nezuko-chan was the only sister you have living.” The blonde-haired guy then says. The Slytherin girl then glares at both if her biological siblings. “Idiotic dunderheads. You really think I would consider you both as my siblings? No, because you're nothing but strangers to me now. I had found out about what happened to our mother and siblings but it doesn't concern me." She then says having no amount sadness in her voice making the friends of her siblings look at in her surprise. “After all they deserve it for your incompetence and ignoring my existence.” she then adds.

“Y/n, we-” Tanjiro was then cut off when his sister interrupt him. Y/n narrows her eyes. “Don’t Y/n me, brother. I'm no longer the same kind girl you and the rest of our family knew a long time ago. I already had enough because everybody here hates me but all I wanted was to help.” she rants as she tries her best not to let the tears fall from her eyes. “You were all focus on Nezuko and not me?!!! Do you have any idea that I've been suffering on the inside, do you?!” she then asks as her brother remain silent as the realization hit him hard. The Slytherin girl then looks at her twin but they don't look like twins anymore because she looks a bit older. “What about you, Nezuko? Have you even bothered to know what I feel? No, because you all just ignore me.” She then adds making Nezuko look down in shame. “That’s why a long time ago I ran away and left our dimension. I became Y/n Snape, the daughter of Severus Snape.” she then finishes as her father step forward as he stood next to her.

Muzan has the urge to take control and mock Y/n’s brother pretty much whom he thought he can pass his ideals to him when he's about to be defeated months prior in this world but in the Wizarding World it was about 2 years.

Severus then glares at his daughter’s biological siblings. “Idiot, ignorant, and selfish dunderheads. You two really thought things would go your way. Especially you.” He says as he looks at the older Kamado sibling. “You and your other siblings ignore Y/n. Took the things she done for granted but never bothered thanking her. People like you, get what they deserved in the end.” the former Potions Master then scowls. Seeing this Y/n then let the former Demon King take control as her eyes turn red. She then smiles wickedly. “What a shame.... I really thought about letting you to rule the world and continue my goals. However, now I think it wasn't worth it.” Muzan spoke through the Slytherin girl shocking Tanjiro, Nezuko, and their friends. The burgundy hair boy then forward his eyebrows. “Muzan Kibutsuji?!! You've survived?! And why are you controlling my sister?!!” he then demands making the former Demon King laugh darkly. “Control, her? Well, I didn't. She allowed me to take control.” she then says as the Kamado siblings and the others look surprise. “What?” Tanjiro asks not believing what he's hearing. “Don’t call Y/n your sister as just as she said before you are nothing but strangers to her now.” Muzan then informs. The former Potions Master then decides to speak. “Unfortunately, it escaped your notice but life is unfair and also cruel. As punishment because of what you did of ignoring the existence of my daughter. Kibutsuji’s soul merge with Y/n’s soul. My daughter's soul mark is the Blue Spider Lily which means he was the soulmate to my daughter.” He then reveals as the former Demon King while having control of Y/n’s body smirk while looking amuse by the others’ reaction.

“Y/n, for-forgive me...” Tanjiro says as he feels embarrass for what he had done to his beloved little sister. “No, it's too late for you to say those things to her...” She says, bitterly. “She's happy now. She's happy without you both anymore....” The former Demon King spoke through Y/n. “Yes, that's right in the dimension she currently lives with me. Of course, she has people she cared about in comparison to you dunderheads. If you treated her decently none of this would happen.” Severus then scowls.

‘Do you want me to kill them, my love?’ Muzan asks Y/n through their thoughts. The Slytherin girl then places her hand under her chin before she then starts speaking. “No, but keep them alive. I want them to suffer in misery and regret for what they did to me.” she then says making the former Demon King groan in annoyance but he decides not to argue. Muzan then looks at the burgundy-haired boy. “You’re lucky she told me not to kill you. Even though, I want to.” She then says as he and their friends get into combat position. The former Demon King then scowls. “I have no intention on killing you as it's just a waste of time.” she then says as Y/n’s eyes turn back to normal. She then takes out her wand pointing it out her brother, sister, and their friends. “Take one step or I'll hex you.” she then warns.

The two Kamado siblings want to approach their sister but with her pointing that stick at them and the look she's giving tells them she's no longer the same girl they knew. “Y/n.” Nezuko calls out but her twin just ignore her with her eyes narrowed.

Severus places a hand on his daughter’s shoulder making her look at him. “We should head back....” he says making the Slytherin girl then smile. “I would love that very much, Dad.” she then says in a soft tone before her stoic yet unreadable expression cross her face once more when she looks at her biological siblings. She just scowls before she and her father then flew away in black smoke. Tanjiro drop down to his knees as tears start falling from his eyes. The younger Kamado then kneels beside him as they both cried feeling regret for the things they did to their younger sister.

With the Snape family...

They find themselves in the passage way. The Slytherin girl then feels satisfied for the truth she said to her biological siblings. Y/n has a satisfied smirk which made her lover amuse as she gave them hurtful yet truthful things. Well, Muzan being her soulmate wa what shock and horrified them more. The former Potions Master then approaches his daughter as he holds his hand out in which she gladly took. To which they got through the portal. When the got through, they found themselves back in the woods on while they were gathering Potion ingredients. They then continue doing so.

Later back in Spinner's End in Y/n’s room....

Y/n was reading her father's copy of Advanced Potions Making. While her lover was watching her as she looks cute on how she's concentrated. Most of her behavior were planted on her by her father even though they weren't biologically related by blood. Y/n has people who cared about her. Her father, Muzan Kibutsuji; her lover, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Mariam Nott; Theodore’s sister, Narcissa Malfoy; her Godmother, Lucius Malfoy; her Godfather, Professor McGonagall, and the late Headmaster Dumbledore. The Slytherin girl was satisfied with the life she has in the Wizarding World as she then let's go off her life back in her home dimension. She doesn't care about what happened to Tanjiro and Nezuko. It didn't matter to her. She then continues on her path to become a Potioneer.

End of this one-shot

Behind the scenes of this one-shot (play music feature on this one):

Y/n is seen dancing with her boyfriend who is pretty much Muzan in his final form from the Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga. She then giggles. “You know I like it when you look like this.” she then admits making her boyfriend chuckle. “You do, huh, my love?” Muzan says as he keep his arms around his girlfriend. They both keep dancing in the music. Y/n then looks at her boyfriend in the eye. “Are you okay about dancing without wearing shoes?” she asks worriedly as he chuckles. “Don’t worry, I can handle it. You knew I've been a part of a lot of dancing competition when I was back in High School.” he then says as they continue dancing with his girlfriend.

Muzan then carefully twirls Y/n around making her giggle. He then smiles softly. His girlfriend was surprised that he's able to continue dancing without slipping when he's not wearing shoes because his character’s final form doesn't wear any so he's barefooted.

The young actor slowly spin his girlfriend around making her yelp in surprise. “Calm down, love.. I won't let you go...” He assure his girlfriend. “You better..” She mumbles. Muzan continue dancing with her while they were looking at each other. After the music stop, the young actor then looks at his girlfriend. “You were a great dancer, my love.” he then compliments making Y/n blush. “I’ve had dance lessons when I was back in middle school.” she then admits. The young actor then pulls her close to him. “You were incredible, Y/n.” he then says as he felt her place her head against his bare chest. His girlfriend then looks at him. “They would at least let you appear in your character’s normal form not the final form.” she then mutters.

Muzan then immediately knew what she was feeling. After shooting scenes with him in this appearance. She seem to be very clingy when other people stare at him. The young actor could tell she was jealous. Muzan then carefully places his hand under her chin careful not to hurt Y/n with his fake long finger nails. “Are you jealous?” He asks carefully making his girlfriend look at him surprise. How did he knew?

“Why would I be jealous?” She ask innocently making Muzan to let out a breathy laugh. “Well, my love, it's pretty obvious that you are.” He says. Y/n rolls her eyes out and shove her boyfriend away a little. “Meanie...” She says along with a pout “Sorry. Sorry. ” The young actor replies before making his way to his beloved girlfriend. When he approach, Y/n let her hand go through the wig white he was wearing on his head for his character’s final form. Muzan gently grab her hand with his as he then took it to his before gently kissing it. “No need to be jealous, Y/n. I am yours and yours alone.” he says before moving Y/n’s hand to his chest. “Just as much you are mine.” he then adds.

The young actress blush at her boyfriend’s action. “M-Muzan, I-” she was interrupted when her boyfriend then kisses her. Muzan then wrap his arms around her waist. He then felt her wrap her arms around his neck.

They both then pull away but the young actor kept his arms around his girlfriend. They two then look at each other's eyes. After moments of silence, Y/n then sighs. “Fine, maybe I was a bit jealous. It's because we have to shoot when you look like this. I couldn't stand any other women staring at you in this appearance.” she says referring to where he was shirtless. Muzan then wrap his arm around her as he then places a kiss on her forehead. The young actor then looks at his girlfriend. “I know, my love, I noticed.” he then says before he then caresses her hair.

The young actress looks down as she was flustered for what her boyfriend said. “Oh, stop it.” She mumbles making her boyfriend chuckle. “You're so cute” He comments making the young actress even more flustered. “Muzan!” She whine before burying her face against the young actor's chest. Muzan then smiles softly. “This is one of the reasons on why I love you. You're so adorable when you look so flustered.” he then says.

The young actor then carefully caresses her hair with his fake long. “My feelings for you will never change. I am yours and yours alone.” He reassures his girlfriend. Hearing those words, Y/n then wrap her arms him. Muzan then wrap his arms around her. She is the only one he ever love so it would never changed.

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In the Biomech AU explanation post, you said something about how the biomechs need treatment at each growth stage to update them with information and whatnot for their development into their intended purpose...And that Fazbear monumentally screwed up at every stage with the celestials and that messed them up? Judging by the picture of that doctor pinning the poor baby before stabbing them with a needle I assume that "screw up" is 1-ton TRAUMA?

Oh boy you have no idea 🥲

See, the people behind the scenes pulling the strings and shitting up everything intended for the celestials to be a main attraction that could outshine even Freddy Fazbear himself. I’m a tad inspired by the canon DA formerly being intended for theater but repurposed into a daycare animatronic these days, but instead they were a fluke star attraction more or less ‘banished’ to the daycare so they wouldn’t have been too harsh of a waste of resources in their failed objective.

They were intended to be a revolutionary biomech, a singular entity that could change shape and aesthetic onstage and wow focus groups because by Al accounts being able to alter your own biology and literally werewolf out into a different shape entirely?? That’s fucking amazing, and by all accounts they would have struck gold upon their debut!!

Except… plenty of members of the team assigned to them were very extreme and emotionally neglectful.

Now, Fazfuck Entertainment never really had a kid track record with being empathetic to even their own staff ffs, but this is doubly so for their biomechs. In their eyes, they exist only to attract audiences and take in tons of moolah, and the biomechs owe it to them to be the scrumptious little money makers they were made for.

So… their harsh methods and cold uncaring treatment of the DAs in their early days left them with a loooong string of… “issues” down the line.

The neurologists tasked with updating them could just whip their memories clean each time the stress and anxiety got too much, but while the ax forgets, the tree remembers. Trauma the likes of which was inflicted upon them during their various treatments and stress tests CANT just be wiped away in a snap. It sticks with you, it’s ingrained.

It cuts so deep that you start shaking when your handler carrying a speaker wife that looks too much like a needle approaches you the wrong way. And you don’t even know why.

It glued itself so deep that a sea of adults resembling the sea of unimpressed, disproving scientists you can’t even recall makes you wants to empty your stomach contents. But you can’t because you’ve gotta be good! Be good for the hardworking faculty that made you this big of a deal at all

And of course, let’s not forget the numerous times these people have mentioned that Sun’s existence is a mistake.

The DA was intended to be one personality. The two siblings have been forced through so many procedures in an attempt to merge them together or at the least completely eliminate Sun’s personality so the strain on their shared frame would cause too much stress when they switch. Of course it didn’t work, it can’t lest they both end up dead, or arguably worse, stripped of both personalities and functionally inert.

But man did their creators try their damndest, much to the twins’ dismay and terror.

So! When they both had a horrific meltdown on their opening night that decided their future as a star or a flop, they flopped hard. Not a lot of people really like seeing a kid’s mascot horrifically devolve into a screaming, twisting lump of Mental Breakdown Supreme a la The Thing so uh, that was a bust. They were stripped of all recollection and the project was deemed a failure. But the higher ups didn’t want their hard spent money to go to waste, BUT it became apparent that the DA can’t stand being around adults. Gods, not so many adults. They just can’t.

So what did they do with the highly unstable biomech(s) with PTSD out the wazoo? Put ‘em with the kiddos baybeeee-

I mean, it means minimal exposure to adults, Fazbear Entertainment has all but scrubbed The Incident from people’s collective minds (Or Else), and the DA still gets to make themselves useful! Sweet 😎👉🏽

I’m tinkering with making them a theater biomech like in Somnophobia, that way they’ll have plenty of time to build up their theatric flair and cool off from being harried by shitty execs and lab coats for a while, because I have it in my head that these two were Wayyyy finicky and unpredictable, too much so to be around kids at first.

They had to take time to spend healing each other and just. Talking in their mind palace because neither really knows Why they feel so seemingly needlessly stressed pretty much all the time, but I also think it lends credence to how snappish Sun is in-game and how it translates here. That poor bastard is treated a fair deal worse than Moon but that’s really not saying much

And uh, we won’t get into the whole Bonnie Incident right now, at least not during this post it’s getting long. Just know that he got too involved in protecting his little Moon and Stars and things got heated. He has protections the DA didn’t so they couldn’t just wipe his mind like they’d been doing the celestials without getting in trouble.

Their solution got them in less trouble… but it was more permanent.

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Confusion and Misunderstandings

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: They used to be so close that they could basically read each other's minds, but a lot has happened since then and they've both changed a lot. Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical child abuse/neglect, slight misgendering Word Count: 9,733 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: I thought that it would be really funny and also fitting to do the "I'm not dating your sibling" for these two since they are technically siblings in the show. I hope things don't feel too rushed towards the end, I got kind of carried away with the rest of the fic because I love me some world building. Thank you all for reading another installment of the OTP challenge! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

pranks - canon divergence - (seemingly) unrequited love - "no, I'm not dating your brother" - peace - university AU

The morning of their father’s funeral descended on them before any of them were really prepared for it.

They had a lot of mixed emotions, both about going back to the house they had grown up in and their father dying. The death of their father was something that they had been waiting for, since it meant that they were really free of him and they got to live their lives as they wished. At the same time, it was very shocking to realize that someone they had grown up with their entire life was now gone from existence forever. 

The other half of their feelings came from even the idea of returning to their childhood home. That place held a lot of good memories, but at the same time it was also chalk-full of bad ones. 

For Viktor, the house had been the only thing that he had known until he stole away into the night with two of his brothers to lead a better life. It had been both a sanctuary and a prison, though he hadn’t know that until he had left. For Diego, the house was something that he had used as a vessel to spend time with his mother and a place where he was tortured with what his father brutally called training. For Klaus, the house was a place that he only returned to when he wanted some extra spending money and thought that it would be funny to knick something from their father. For all of them, it was the place that they had lost one brother because they were all too scared and timid to go after him and also the place where they had watched another die.

Regardless of how they felt about it, they had all unanimously agreed that they needed to go back so that they could at least see the two beings that had really served as their parents growing up. Pogo had been terse and strict when it came to training them, but he was also tender and compassionate when he knew that they were struggling. Grace had been the model of a perfect mother, even if she was a little lacking in the ability to feel compassion because of her robot nature. Leaving them both behind without even a note about whether or not they were okay was the trio’s biggest regret. 

So when the morning of their father’s funeral finally rolled around, they all solemnly got up and began to patter around their shared apartment so that they could get ready for the day. 

Viktor was the closest thing to a morning person that they had, so he was up first. He turned the coffee maker on and then got out a scoop full of food for their elderly street cat. She was a lithe tabby with a good chunk of her ear missing from a fight that she had gotten in, which was the reason that they had decided to trap her and have her been an indoor-only housecat from that point forward.

The smallest of the house’s human occupants had just finished getting himself his mug of coffee when the second awoke. Klaus grumbled and muttered to Ben, who was no doubt hovering over his shoulder and hounding him about something or other. He poured himself a mug of coffee and then stumbled to the living room, flopping down onto the couch beside his tiny brother. Viktor was surprised that the dark liquid in the cup didn’t slosh everywhere.

“You ready to go back to the house?” Viktor asked, his voice soft and melodic. He loved the mornings more than any other time of day. There was something peaceful and reassuring about the low murmurings of the world beginning to wake up. It was quieter than it was during the day, which was a huge relief to him but also not the suffocating silence that came with night. 

After he had gotten off of his medication, a few months after getting a therapist when they were all twenty years old and could actually afford one, he had discovered that he had powers. It was something that had been very shocking to the trio and a huge adjustment to everyone, but mostly to Viktor. They had worked together to figure out what the extent of his abilities were and to train him to make sure that he didn’t use them when he didn’t want to. It had been reclaiming for the others, to realize that they could work with superpowers and otherworldly abilities in a space outside of the Umbrella Academy. It had also been fulfilling to Viktor to know that there was something special about him, even if Klaus and Diego had reassured him time and time again that powers or not, he was something wonderful.

“No,” Klaus groaned. “I’m so not excited to see all of the ghosts that spent all of my childhood harassing me for something I never had the energy to give them. I mean, I was being forced to do physical exercise and learn all day and then they spent all night screaming at me. They’re all adults, even if they are dead, they should have understood that there was nothing little me could have done for them!”

Viktor leaned onto his brother so that the side of his head was pressed to Klaus’ shoulder. Despite his siblings reassuring him almost constantly that it wasn’t his fault, he still felt guilty that he hadn’t been there for them when they needed him. It was one of the most written about things in his ‘feelings book’. That was something that his therapist suggested that he do after he finished coming off of the medication his father had doped him up on and then found a good antidepressant that worked for him. 

He basked in the silence and calm of the morning, knowing that the day was probably going to have him bent over that book for much longer than he wanted to be once they finally got to escape back to their apartment. “Ben helps, doesn’t he?” he asked as he sipped his coffee.

“Yes, but I don’t really like relying on our dead brother to help me keep all the other ghosts away. And he deserves to have the same feelings-trip that we’re all in for when we go back to that God forsaken house,” Klaus griped.

Diego walked out from his bedroom and made a b-line for the coffee. He poured himself a mug while saying over his shoulder, “If shit gets too bad then we’ll just leave. Easy peasy.”

“You two have been spending too much time around each other,” Viktor declared. He shot back the rest of his coffee and then dislodged from the spot on the couch where Klaus had wrapped around him. As soon as Diego had his own mug of coffee he ushered the other man out the kitchen and set to making them something that they could eat for breakfast. Usually they grabbed whatever they could find in the cupboards before they all had to go to work, but they had taken the week off to focus on the mess that was going to be their father’s funeral. If even the thought of having to go back to their childhood home was exhausting them this much then it was going to be a good idea for them to eat real food that morning.

Viktor made eggs, scrambled for him and Diego and sunny-side up for Klaus. They sat in the living room in relative silence as they ate and mentally prepared for the day before they got up and really got ready for the day. 

They had all picked out their outfits the night before, especially since they knew that it was going to take a lot of slow-moving patience to convince Klaus to wear something other than his most debauched outfit to their father’s wake. It was something that both Viktor and Diego kind of wanted to allow, because it was a huge middle finger to the man that had abused them their entire lives, but at the same time they didn’t want to have to deal with what Allison and Luther would say about it.

Around ten in the morning they were all finally ready to go. Diego was wearing a black turtleneck with a pair of black dress slacks, the very edge of his knife holster peaking out where his belt was keeping his pants up. Viktor had chosen a gray button up and a pair of black slacks, along with his nice brown wool dress coat. Klaus had been forced to wear black as well, though he had managed to convince his brothers to let him wear the leather pants that laced up the sides as well as the tanktop that had very low-dipping arms. 

“Coat, you’re going to freeze to death,” Diego informed his brother was he tossed the aforementioned garment in Klaus’ direction.

“Ah, Diego, really taking after Mom. It makes my heart so warm that you want to take care of me,” Klaus teased, just like he always did.

Viktor waved his hand in between the two of them to get them to stop fighting before they had even started. It was something he had gotten very used to doing when they all first moved in with each other and were raw and damaged from their father’s abuse. “Can we get a move on? I have someone I have to meet up with at four tomorrow for lessons and if we don’t get going now then we’re going to get there next week.”

Both brothers rolled their eyes affectionately but listened to him. Viktor grabbed two umbrellas from where they were propped up in the corner and then forced the clear one with pink piping into Klaus’ hands. It was almost April, which meant that the New York weather had turned rainy and muggy. It was drizzling now, but there was no guarantee that it wasn’t going to turn into an absolute downpour at any point in the near future.

They piled into the car with Diego in the front seat, Klaus in the passenger, and Viktor relegated to the back as payment for taking the car Monday. They sped through The City, taking the long way so that no one would see them and they could park in the back of the Academy. They were unsure if there would be any of the crazed fans waiting for them out front like there often had been when they were teenagers. While it had been over a decade since the Umbrella Academy as a whole (Five had disappeared a mere year after it had started so they didn’t really count him), they all knew that there were still some people out there that were fans of them. Most of them were quiet vintage collectors of their merch and comics from their heyday, but Diego and Klaus had both been stopped at least once a year when someone recognized them since they had all moved out.

They parked the car and then got up to the backdoor, which was unlocked. They were able to walk in without any problems, but Diego did make sure to lock the door behind him to prevent anyone else from getting in. 

“I feel like we’re breaking in,” Viktor complained slightly, glancing back and forth to see if Pogo, Grace, or any of their siblings were around.

“I always forget that you didn’t sneak out with us all the time,” Klaus yawned, stretching his arms above his head leisurely. He dropped them around Viktor’s shoulder so that the smaller man was forced to lean into him.

Diego let out a hum. “You might have been so doped up on whatever you could get your grubby little hands on that you can superimpose him onto your memories but I remember,” he glanced back at his brother from where he was leading the trio. Viktor knew that it was one of Diego’s biggest regrets that it had taken him until they were seventeen and Ben was dead for him to reach out. They often talked about a lot of the things that they could have done together had they just connected sooner.

They walked to the front entryway, where they divested themselves of their coats. Each of them placed their jackets over the hooks that corresponded with their numbers, like it was still muscle memory even after the years that they had spent away. They left their umbrellas propped up next to the rest of the ones stocked in the house.

“Mom? Pogo?” Viktor called out into the vast, dark hallways of the house that had served as his prison until he was eighteen.

A beat passed before the signature clicking of their mother’s heels on the hardwood alerted them to her presence. She was walking out of the frontmost lounge with a feather duster clasped in one of her hands. She sat it down on one of the tables that held yet another useless vase as she quickly walked over to them. “Oh, you’re all back!” she beamed so wide that it almost looked like her mechanical eyes were sparkling with joy. “It’s been so long since I last saw you all. How are you doing?”

“We’re good, Mom,” Diego smiled. He leaned into the touch when she reached her hand up and cupped his cheek. He had always been the closest to their mother out of the kids that were forced to spend time away from her, so it made sense that he was the most eager out of them to see her.

“You’ve gotten so big, Diego! I always knew that you were going to be the second tallest of your brothers,” she chuckled. She then turned to Klaus, “Klaus, how have you been?”

He made a sound and tilted his hand back and forth before he rushed in and gave her a hug. Finally, Grace turned to Viktor. She brushed her finger over the longer strands of hair on his forehead, reminiscent of the long bangs that he had worn as a child, “Vanya, you cut your hair. It was always so hard to get you to do that when you were little.”

The shortest of the brothers awkwardly cleared his throat as he shifted his weight onto his other foot. “Actually, Mom, I prefer to go by Viktor now. Guess Allison has to be your special girl now by default.”

Something about her programming must have made it so she easily accepted changed such as gender and sexuality in her children. Viktor knew that she would be the safer person to come out to since she had been very supportive and welcoming to Klaus’ gender experimentation when they were kids. She beamed as soon as he finished talking and said, “You’ll always be special to me, no matter what you want to be called or whether or not you’re a girl.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Viktor smiled. He let her press a kiss to his forehead before they walked off towards the sitting room. She gathered up the feather duster and then returned back to her work, no doubt slipping back into the programming that she had when they were all still living at the Academy.

Viktor had turned around so that he could marvel at the paintings and the intricate design work in the halls. Even though he had spent his entire life walking around the usually empty mansion, he had never been aware enough to notice all the details about how it was decorated.

“Careful, baby bro,” Klaus warned as he caught Viktor before the smaller man had the chance to trip down the stairs into the front parlor. 

With his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink with embarrassment, he said, “Sorry about that, thank you.”

They walked over to the collection of chairs and couches where the remainder of their siblings and their teacher were sitting. The shiny silver urn was resting on the top of the living room table so that Reginald could be the center of attention, as he always had been in life.

“Welcome back, Masters Klaus and Diego,” Pogo immediately said upon noticing them. He then turned to Viktor, “I believe that a reintroduction is due from you, dear boy. Much seems to have changed in the last twelve years.”

“Ah, right, that,” Viktor cleared his throat. He had felt a spike of hurt in his heart when he thought that Pogo was just going to skip even acknowledging him when it had taken such a huge toll on his mental health to show up in the house again. “My name is Viktor. I use he/him pronouns.”

Klaus slung one of his long, gangly arms over the back of the smaller man’s shoulders and said, “And we’re very proud of him for being Viktor. Are we going to get this whole show on the road?”

“Why, do you have somewhere to be?” Luther asked as he looked away from the urn and up to his brother. The trio tightened immediately, almost able to smell the anger and resentment that was roiling off of him. Luther had always been closest to their father, going so far as to stay in the Umbrella Academy seven years after the rest of them had left. The last they heard about Space Boy, he had been injured during a toxic chemical attack and was going to be keeping a low profile while he recovered. Nothing had been published about him in any reputable magazine since then.

“Maybe we just don’t want to hang around in the house that we left on purpose,” Diego suggested. He flopped down into the chair that was across from Luther and dragged Viktor down next to him. The seat was big enough that they could fit in the same spot without being on top of each other. It was something that the three of them had realized very quickly upon moving out. Since none of them had someone that they were romantically interested in left in the house, like Allison and Luther did, they very quickly became touch starved. They found comfort in being able to cuddle with each other and it helped a lot with some of the harder emotions they were dealing with.

Viktor immediately melted into the touch of his brother, leaning into his side. The power that had been humming to life in his chest died down, and so did the storm that had previously been beating against the windows.

“Now, children, there’s no need for that,” Pogo shook his head. “This is the first time that you’ve all been back in the same place since your eighteenth birthday, and while I wish it was under better circumstances, your mother and I do want to be able to enjoy today just a little bit.”

“What better circumstances would there be other than our shared abuser dying?” Klaus asked, throwing his arms up above the air. He did a half twirl before he collapsed down onto the couch next to where Diego and Viktor were sitting. He splayed out hand out so that his fingers were interlinked with their brother’s, which was his favorite way to be close to them. That way he could take up as much space as possible while still being touched and affirmed that everything was okay. It also usually meant that the ghosts were bothering him, but that much was a given seeing as they were back in their childhood home.

Luther whuffed out a breath of air, which was very unbecoming on him. He folded his massive arms over his chest and said, “What has gotten into you three? You weren’t like this the last time we saw each other!”

“We grew up,” Viktor replied with a small shrug. “We got to experience the world away from Dad and we realized that a lot of the things that hurt us were because of him. We’re still sad, he was still our father, but it feels kind of nice to know that he’s never going to be able to control us like that again.”

“Us? What would you know about the way that we grew up, Viktor?” Allison asked, petty and snarky as always. Viktor almost wished that they had taken her with them that night when they stole away to the closest homeless shelter where Reginald wouldn’t be able to find them. If they had then she might have become a Broadway performer, or even a makeup artist or fashion designer. She wouldn’t have gotten sucked into the vanity and narcissism of Los Angeles and Hollywood, she wouldn’t be divorced and on the verge of losing custody of her child.

Pogo cleared his throat and clacked his cane down on the ground in front of his chair to get their attention. “Children, you’re all allowed to have your own feelings about your father but this is his wake, so do try to be respectful.”

“Yeah, the whole ‘respect the dead’ crap is total bunk,” Klaus shook his head. “Ghosts usually don’t come back until after their funeral, the grief and all the people talking about them pulls their essence in too many directions at once. I also think that Dad might be a little too busy playing tennis with Hitler.”

Allison let out a small snort and calmed down, which meant that Diego also relaxed back into the chair that he had been sitting on. Viktor knew that his brothers had grown extra protective over him after learning that the trio shared a fear of confined spaces because of the similar things that they had been through. Sometimes when someone said something threatening in Viktor’s directions, both of them would get a little more fired up than was absolutely appropriate for the situation.

“I think that someone murdered Dad,” Luther blurted out all at once. “Klaus, you should try to summon him as soon as the wake is over so that we can ask him.”

“The news said that it was a heart attack,” Allison’s mouth flickered down into a frown as she turned to glance towards the blond next to her.

“Well, yes, according to the coroner’s report,” Luther admitted.

“Wouldn’t they know?” Viktor raised a brow at his largest brother.

Diego let out a breathless laugh and then forced himself out of the chair. Suddenly having the entire space to himself made Viktor let out a small squeak as he slid to the side and fumbled to get back into a proper upright position. “You think that one of us killed Dad, don’t you, asshole?”

That sucked all of the joy and light out of the room, not that smushing the tiny flicker that was remaining was all that hard to do. Viktor got up from his chair and stormed out with Klaus, not even willing to give Luther a chance to explain himself. If he stayed in there much longer he knew that he was going to blurt something out about the cage in the basement, his  medication, or his powers. All of which the brothers had agreed needed to stay a secret for Viktor’s own safety.

Klaus drifted off to the library while talking to a spot of nothing over his shoulder, which was most likely where Ben had decided to hang around that day. Viktor smiled at them as they left, before he turned and began to walk towards his old music room. 

The place was immaculate, just as every other room in the house was. It had huge windows that let in massive amounts of healthy sunlight on days when the clouds finally parted. The wall containing the door had four floor-to-ceiling bookcases that were filled to the brim with music books. They contained all the knowledge that Reginald had been able to collect about the history of music, music theory, and all of the composed songs from all the famous musicians around the world.

Viktor had spent years buried in the room, trying to learn a piece that he thought each of his siblings would like so that they could enjoy something when they were studying or training around the house. It had never worked, but he dreamt it would back when he was that young and naive.

He trailed his fingers over the perfectly positioned music stand next to the grand piano and then stepped over to the windows. His hands slipped into his pockets so that he could just stare out at the people and cars going by on the streets below, completely unaware of anything other than themselves. 

“Viktor?” a voice asked from behind him.

“Yeah?” he replied immediately as he turned around. He was surprised to find that it was Allison who had followed him and decided to talk to him. He had expected it to be Diego, needing to vent some of his feelings before he had some sort of explosive outburst or Grace coming to visit with him. It wasn’t them, or even Pogo or Klaus, but instead his one and only sister. “What can I do for you, Allison?” he asked.

Some anxiety fluttered to life in his stomach as she took a step closer into the room. He knew that she probably didn’t remember, hours and hours of training at four-years-old were bound to bury the memory of a single rumor, but he did. He remembered her coming to the edge of his cell, the first person to visit him other than Grace or Reginald in what felt like an eternity, just to speak the words that would make his life miserable until decades down the line.

“I wanted to apologize for the way that I acted earlier. I’ve just been going through a lot recently and it’s made me a little bitter. Do you think that we could start over? I want to get to know you as sis-siblings, now that we’re adults,” Allison said.

Viktor felt a fair of discomfort and dysphoria rage up inside of him at that. Not a lot of people knew him from before his transition since he hadn’t made any friends in college and he hadn’t known anyone from before then. He had gotten top surgery almost half a decade ago and he had been on testosterone for even longer. He passed so well that unless he told people, it was impossible to know that he hadn’t been born with his body looking as it currently did. He knew that he was going to hear his deadname and possibly the wrong pronouns or titles when he came back to the house, but it was still hard to have it happen. 

He pushed those feelings down and reminded himself of what his therapist had said. Allison and Luther hadn’t been given the opportunities and familiar support that he, Klaus, and Diego had so there were bound to be some hiccups and difficulties in the process of acclimating back into each other’s lives. He needed to take it slow and give Allison an actual chance before he shut her out of his life. “Yeah, that would be fine. Do you want to go out for drinks before you head back across the country?”

Her face lit up at that and the dark stormcloud that had built inside of Viktor immediately vanished. He had spent a long time in his childhood wanting to be close to his siblings, all of them rotating through his life for at least a little bit of time each. Allison and Luther had always seemed like the hardest to obtain, so the fact that one of them was reaching out to him and seemed excited at the possibility of forging a relationship with him seemed really lovely.

Neither of them got to continue their conversation as their attention was immediately drawn to something going on outside. The stormclouds that had been drizzling over the city had worsened in the last couple of seconds so that they were completely blotting out the sun. It almost looked like it was night with how closely they were interwoven with each other. The wind had picked up so that it was pelting leaves from the weak spring trees against the window and whipping around the flags over on the next block. The rain was also pouring down from the clouds hard enough that it was rattling the glass on the window.

What really caught their attention, once they had moved up to the edge of the room closest to the windows so that they could get a better look at the storm, was the swirling blue and white vortex in the middle of the courtyard.

The siblings glanced at each other before they darted out of the room and into the hall. By the time that they got to the main hallway and into the kitchen to the back entrance of the house, they had been joined by the rest of their siblings. They rushed outside, all of the piling towards the door to try and get out before the others did. 

Diego and Luther rushed so that they were closest to the vortex. Allison placed her hand over her face to try and keep her hair out of the way while she stared up at it. Viktor felt like his heart had stopped in his chest when he finally got a good look at the swirling mass of light. He didn’t even notice as Klaus stopped by his side, one hand on his arm while most of his body was pointed back towards the house.

The sight in front of him wasn’t something that he ever expected to see again in his lifetime. He had spent years waiting with the lights on, years making fluffernutter sandwiches and only eating half of them, years staring outside and around the house, just waiting. He had given up hope when a decade had passed, any little bit of faith that he had extinguished by the cruel march of time.

The blue cleared just a little bit so that they were able to see through it. They could make out pavement that had been bleached brown by the sun, as well as a fence and some trees. The most intriguing part about the scene in front of them was by far the man that was standing in the center of the circle. He was about as tall as the portal and he was wearing a beige suit, with brown hair and a clean shaven face. The surface of the portal was still shimmering to the point where they weren’t able to make out any features.

“What is it?” Allison called to her brothers, which was the first thing that brought Viktor out of his thoughts.

Klaus let out a little laugh as he dragged Viktor a step backwards. While they had done some work on helping him control his powers, Viktor had absolutely no self defense or fight training so it wasn’t a good idea for him to be close to a supervillain. Klaus was also the most out of practice when it came to fighting, which is why he had taken the defend-Viktor stance instead of Diego.

“Don’t come any closer,” Luther shouted as he gestured a hand back at them, like that would have stopped them from doing anything.

They didn’t have to wonder about what was happening for much longer as the person standing on the other side of the portal pushed forward. He tumbled down onto the ground in a heap before he quickly righted himself, still tightly holding the case that he had in his hand before he fell through. The man that was now standing in front of them had an angular jaw and sharp cheekbones, as well as dark eyes. His hair hung down on one side of his face, just as it had when he was a child.

“Five!” Viktor cried as he realized who it was. It wasn’t something that he had expected to be able to say, even after he had seen the all too familiar portal open up in the backyard of his childhood home.

“V, wait!” Diego shouted as he turned and grabbed his brother before he had the chance to break through the line to his childhood best fried. They were all staring at Five with wary, unsure eyes. It had been too long since they had last seen him and while everything matched him, including the age and the powers, it still felt too good to be true.

The man shifted towards Viktor when he saw the smaller hero rushing towards him but as soon as Diego caught him, he straightened back up. He was toying with one of the buttons of his suit for just a moment before he stuffed his spare hand into his pocket. “Good to see you all too. Am I too late for the funeral?”

He pushed passed them and then walked into the house. Now that the portal in the backyard had closed, the rainclouds dissipated so that spots of the blue sky could be seen above them.

As soon as the kitchen door swung shut, they all seemingly realized what happened and rushed back in. It was hard for them to all get into the kitchen once more, since they were more eager to return then they had been to leave. “Wait, Five!” Viktor called as he wrenched himself away from Diego and then nearly sprinted after the long-lost superhero.

Eventually they found him in the main kitchen, where Grace kept all of the things that they weren’t allowed to even sneak. It was easy for them to get in there now that they were adults and no longer lived there, but as children it had been tightly locked. Viktor was frozen by the door as the rest of the siblings walked in. Diego grabbed his arm and tugged him over to the side where Klaus had already jumped up on one of the counters to watch Five. Allison and Luther stood by the door, looking strange in their attempts to be authoritative. 

“So, is it really you?” Viktor asked, his voice almost caught in his throat. Diego’s arm was around his shoulders to try and ground him as the ex-hero noticed the way that the storm clouds were whirling around outside of their windows.

“It is. Sorry for being gone for so long, I got caught up in some things,” Five explained. “What’s happened while I’ve been gone?”

“Just like that?” Luther snorted. “You’re expecting everything to be exactly the same as when you left?”

Viktor resisted he urge to smack his brother upside the head. Five had just come back to him and now Luther was too busy posturing to appreciate that fact. Their brother should be treated like a feral cat that needed to be trapped, with respect and patience, not at all like how Luther was currently treating him.

“I don’t expect everything to be the same, I can see that a lot has changed since I left. Like Dad clearly turning you into another one of his science experiments,” Five snarked at his brother. He teleported to the center island of the kitchen and then spread out two piece of white bread. Viktor immediately recognized what he was doing, having done it every night for himself since they were about twelve until he left the Academy and he didn’t have enough money to continue.

Viktor shifted anxiously, leaning further into Diego. In a lot of ways, Five was just the same as he had been when he left, but he was also very different. They had all changed and evolved as people (for better or worse) so it was to be expected that Five would do the same wherever he had been. “Why come back after all this time?”

The second tallest of the siblings let his eyes flick up from where he had been spread peanut butter evenly over the bread. “I thought that it would be fitting for me to drop in when the old man was finally gone and not a moment sooner. Guess I got the calculations off by a couple of days, but you can’t really blame me since I was doing them in my head.”

They all just stood around in silence for a moment as they took in what their brother had just told them. It was a lot to wrap their heads around, both that Five had been alive and living somewhere else for all this time and that he was back. They had no idea how long he was going to be back for or what their lives would look like now that he wasn’t gone. He had been absent for more than a decade, they had all adapted to living without him long ago, so it was almost like they were regressing back to being thirteen again now that he was there.

Five finished making his sandwich and then pushed passed them so that he could move into the hallway. The rest of the siblings grouped together so that they could talk about what had just happened, all huddled together except for Viktor. Unlike when they had been excluding him when he was a child, this time he had done it voluntarily. He slipped out of the kitchen and quickly caught up with his long-lost best friend.

The other man hadn’t gone that far, just a few steps down the hall. He didn’t seem to be in any kind of a rush, leisurely strolling down the hall while taking massive bites out of his sandwich. Viktor was able to catch up with him easily, and then they just walked down the massive, dark hallways of their childhood homes together, side by side. He didn’t realize how badly he had missed Five being by his side until all those muted feelings from his childhood returned to him without the medication stamping them down. 

He wrung his hands in front of him, pulling at the callouses on the ends of his fingers. “Can I ask where you were?” Viktor asked, casting a gaze up to the taller man. Five had always been a little bit taller than him, especially when the cis boys started to hit their massive growth spurts in their early teen years. The only thing that had changed in that department was how much more Five had grown over the years. Viktor hadn’t grown since he was fifteen at the latest, and Five had obviously kept growing well into his twenties. He was almost as tall as Luther.

“You know how Dad said that time travel was hard to predict and unwieldy?” he asked, pausing when they got to the little alcove where Grace’s charging station was.

“Yeah,” Viktor nodded.

“Well it turns out that was only half true. I was able to control my jumps in time well enough to only move time instead of moving time and space until I started getting tired. I ended up going backwards instead of forwards and I got picked up in Dallas in the 1960s by a woman who raised me alongside her daughter. She worked for an organization that delt with time anomalies such as myself, so when I became old enough I did as well,” he explained. His voice was much softer and full of a lot more emotion then it had been when they were in the kitchen.

That much Viktor was used to. Five was often brash and abrasive when he was around the rest of the Umbrella Academy, mostly because he was insecure and didn’t want them to be able to pick up on any of his faults. They tore each other apart when they were kids, all of them scrambling for a crumb of attention from their father. Around Viktor he knew that he didn’t have to worry about any of that.

“You’ve changed,” Five said softly.

“Yeah. I, um, a lot happened. I got off the medication that Dad had me on when I was kid and then I discovered a lot about myself. I go by Viktor now, by the way. I know I had just chosen my name with Mom’s help when you left, but after I discovered that I was trans I had to go through that whole process again,” he rambled awkwardly. He hadn’t expected all of the butterflies and skipped heartbeats to come back immediately after he saw Five again. When he was younger he hadn’t known what they meant, but now he was pushing thirty and had dated more than a dozen people. He knew what a crush felt like and it was so frustrating to him that his crush on Five was so forceful that it transcended nearly two decades.

The sandwich was long gone, Five had always been a fast eater. He had placed his hands in his pockets while Viktor was going on his little ramble, so he pulled one out to reach up towards the short locks of hair against Viktor’s forehead. He brushed his fingers over the one that grew just in front of his ear, tucking it back with the rest of them, “I like the hair, it suits you.”

He felt like his face was on fire. He tilted his head up so that he was looking at Five with a better angle, a small smile toying at his lips. “Thank you. I like yours, it suits you a lot better now that you’re older.”

“Grace was right, I did grow into it,” Five chuckled weakly. He shifted and the smile fell off of his face as he asked, “What else happened, while I was gone?”

Viktor felt his shoulders sag as he thought about it. “Well, the Umbrella Academy kept going without you. I’m not sure that Dad ever looked for you or if he just told me that he did so that I would stop having fits about it. I, um, that is, we waited for you. To come home.”

That seemed to do something to Five that Viktor didn’t quite understand. The other man had always been in control of his emotions when he was younger, had been able to school them whenever he wanted. He had done it a lot when they were hanging out because Viktor had seemed so fragile and delicate back then, something that Viktor had only realized after moving out. It seemed like his ability to do that had gone away, even just a little bit.

“I’m sorry that I never came home. I was tempted to a couple of times, my mother wasn’t exactly kind to me when she was raising me. But I thought that if I stayed with her then I would be able to make something out of myself, something that you- and the rest of our siblings, could be proud of,” Five explained. The fingers of his right hand, the one that he had used to tuck Viktor’s hair out of the way, twitched next to his side where it had been hanging.

Before either of them could continue the interaction, Diego charged down the hall with the angriest expression on his face that  he had worn since they had left their home. “V, come on, we’re leaving,” he nearly demanded as he grabbed his brother’s hand to tug him down the hall.

Panic rushed through him at hearing that. The idea of having to leave Five so soon after getting him back made him want to crumble into a million pieces. “What? Why? The funeral hasn’t even happened yet. We said that we were going to stay for dinner for Mom,” he was nearly begging. They had all agreed, even reaffirming it earlier that morning, that they were going to leave whenever anything got too uncomfortable for someone or one of them said that they wanted to. 

Usually he wouldn’t break an agreement like that. He loved his brothers and he put in a lot of work to gaining their trust. He wasn’t the type of person to throw it away for nothing, but this was something that he desperately wanted. He wanted to stay in the house that had tortured him for his entire pre-adult life if it meant that he got to spend another moment with Five.

They paused a few short steps down the hallway. Viktor tossed his head back so that he could look over his shoulder at where Five was standing. His heart throbbed and ached in his chest as he wanted nothing more than to be back in the close proximity that they had just held, almost touching but not quite.

He turned back around to his other brother and felt his heart sink down into his stomach. Diego’s face was almost crumbling with his desperation. There had only been a couple of times that Viktor had ever seen him look like that, so close to breaking the hard mask that he forced over his face. “Please, V, I need to go.”

All of the fight and desperation to go back to Five melted out of him. He still wanted to spend more time with his long lost childhood best friend, but his brother currently needed him more than Five did. If luck was on his side like it had been for the last several months, then they would see each other again.

Viktor turned around so that he was facing towards Five while walking backwards down the hall. It felt like something was being wrung out of him, becoming thinner and thinner with every step that he took. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you around?”

Something about Five’s demeanor had changed since Viktor had the interaction with Diego and decided that he had to leave. The mask that was usually over his face right before or right after missions was very obvious, his eyebrows drawn and his jaw clenched. The line of his shoulders was tight and his hands were stuck into his pockets. “Maybe,” he muttered as he turned away. “If you’re not too busy blowing me off for your new life.”

That hurt.

The words clung to the back of his mind the entire time that he traveled down the stairs with Klaus and Diego. He could barely even worry over the latter of his two brothers and what had happened that made him want to leave so soon because of how much what Five had said was bothering him. He had moved on and gone on living after Five had left, but he had never fallen out of love with him, he had never gotten a friend as close and comforting as Five had been. He had a life, but there was still a Five-shaped hole in it that he thought was going to be filled with his childhood best friend now that he had returned.

Maybe too much time had passed between the two of them, maybe too much had changed.

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He found himself in a very awkward funk in the days following the funeral, but he tried to brush it off as an after effect of being back in the house where they had faced so much trauma. Klaus and Diego also seemed to be struggling with the things that they had faced when they were there, which made it all that much easier to just brush off the hurt that Five had caused Viktor.

The longer that time stretched on and the more steady that his brothers became, the harder it got for Viktor to just brush off the issues he was having.

It wasn’t like what was happening was concerning enough to need an emergency appointment with his therapist, but it was enough that his brothers were starting to pick up on it. He had lost a lot of his appetite due to anxiety, picking at his dinner and sometimes skipping breakfast entirely. He was a little more lethargic and often retired to bed earlier in the evening. 

Diego had told Klaus what he had overheard in the hall one night, when Viktor was sitting with his back pressed up against the door so that he could cry without either of them coming in. The emotion had stopped immediately when it became a much more pressing issue to try and figure out what his brothers were saying about him. They were able to put together what Viktor already knew, between Klaus’ ability to pick up on what had barely been there when they were children and Diego overseeing a lot of their conversation in the hallway. 

They were both being the stereotypical overcaring big brothers after that, making Viktor’s favorite comfort food and letting him pick what they watched in the evening. He could tell how much they cared and that made it so he had to go along with it, and slowly he felt himself coming back out of his shell once more. His therapist had been right, now that he was off his medication and onto something useful, even his darkest depressive spirals didn’t last forever.

Almost a month after the funeral, they were all gathered in the kitchen. They were trying out the borscht recipe that they had gotten from the Russian eatery down the street, the one that they had eaten at almost every week when they were in college. Viktor had chosen this one specifically because he knew that Klaus loved it and they would be lulled into thinking it was for him because it was Russian.

A knock on the door jerked them out of their poorly sung ballot. The music on the record player balanced precariously on top of the fridge,  the only spot in the house that wasn’t occupied by dishes and food at the moment, continued on while the trio glanced at each other. 

Viktor put his knife down next to the cutting board and then wiped his hands off on the towel that was thrown of his shoulder. He walked up to the front door so that he could answer it, but the words died in his throat when he saw who was standing in front of him. They were both silent for a moment before he managed to squeak out, “Five?”

“Viktor,” Five replied, his voice soft like it always had been for him. “Can we talk?”

“Out!” Diego shouted from where he was in the kitchen when he picked up on the other man’s voice and figured out who it was.

“I’m a big boy, Diego, I can decide who I do and do not want to talk to. It’s not like that time when we were in college,” Viktor snapped back in reply. He didn’t resent his brother for the harsh interaction that he and Five had shared, but he didn’t want it to happen again just because Diego decided to get protective of him. 

He turned back to his brother after peeking into the kitchen to make sure that Klaus and Diego weren’t plotting anything. He gave a weak smile and then turned to the side so that Five could step into the apartment. As soon as he had, Viktor’s hand twitched at his side as he wished that he felt comfortable enough to drag the other superpowered man around with their fingers interwoven like he had when they were children.

Instead, he just shut the front door and then headed towards the last room down the hall that served as his bedroom. He sat down on the edge of his bed, allowing Five to pace around or sit down on Viktor’s practice chair that was right next to his music stand in the corner closest to the window.

It was quiet for a moment, both of them hovering around each other and too nervous to say the first thing. Five cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his pants leg, before he said, “I wanted to come and apologize.”

Viktor had felt like his breath had stolen from him. Five had made amends for things that he had said or done in their childhood in a myriad of ways, but he had never said those words before. Reginald made sure that all of his children knew that they were never to apologize in dozens of different ways, all of them abusive, and they had stuck pretty hard with Five. The fact that the time traveler had even thought to come and say something like that to Viktor made the smaller man want to forgive him on the spot.

He was past his days of accepting the bare minimum though, so he stayed quiet and let Five continue talking.

“The way that I acted back at the house was entirely inappropriate and not at all fair to you. I believe that I… romanticized what we used to have and how we felt to each other when I was away. I thought about returning to you often, but I knew that it wasn’t something I could logically do until Reginald was gone. I… I’m not sure what I’m trying to say,” Five looked rather flustered as he tried to get his thoughts and feelings into words. Five was brilliant, that much Viktor knew for a fact, but he had also been very emotionally stunted and apparently still was. “I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that I’m in love with you. Or the person that I remember getting to see around the medication that you were on. I thought that when I came back we would be able to pursue something, arrogantly forgetting that I had been gone for seventeen years and you would no doubt have made a life for yourself. A life that I don’t really fit in anymore.”

He took a shaky breath, bowing his head down so that he was staring at the ground. “That’s not your fault and I don’t blame you. I just got upset when I saw how close you and Diego had gotten, the way that he had moved into the place in your life that I had wanted, and I reacted poorly. I’m sorry, Viktor. I hope that you can forgive me and we can rekindle a friendship. If I haven’t made this whole situation irreversibly awkward.”

Viktor laughed. He knew that he shouldn’t since Five had just bared his soul to him and admitted what Viktor had always been hoping he would come back and admit, but something about the idea of dating Diego was irrevocably hilarious to him.

He noticed the way that Five’s cheeks were burning red with embarrassment as he turned around to head towards the door. He lurched forward, using one of his hands to catch the edge of Five’s maroon dress shirt while the other covered his mouth. “Five, Five, wait! I didn’t mean to laugh, I’m not laughing at you, everything you said was really sweet. I promise,” the laughter and giggles quickly turned to tears as everything finally sank in.

“Why are you laughing, then?” Five asked, though there was no anger to his tone. Instead he sounded broken and hurt, which was something Viktor never wanted to hear from him again.

“Diego and I aren’t dating. I’m not dating Klaus either. Or anyone for that matter. We’re all just really close because it helps us deal with the trauma from the house,” Viktor explained, now wiping at his face to get rid of the tears streaking down his face.

Five turned around so that they were standing face to face. He tentatively reached up with one hand and brushed away the tears with his thumb while he cupped Viktor’s cheek with his other. The smaller man eagerly leaned into it, basking in the feeling of the callouses against the soft flesh of his face. “I’m so sorry for assuming that you were and then treating you poorly. You didn’t deserve me acting like that towards you.”

“It’s okay, I probably would have done the same,” Viktor reached up so that he was toying with Five’s lapels, which leaned easily into his arms threading around the back of the taller man’s neck. “Did you mean what you said? About being in love with me?”

“Viktor, I could never lie to you. I meant what I said and more,” he replied gently.

“Good, because I’m in love with you too,” he blurted before he really knew what he was saying. His heartbeat was up in his ears and the wind outside had picked up exponentially since he had gotten this close to Five.

His breath was stolen from him in the best way possible as Five leaned down and connected their lips into the kiss that he had been waiting years for. It felt like a piece of his soul, something that had been stolen from him after Five left, had slotted back into place where it belonged. The feeling was wonderful and indescribable, like pure euphoria was being fed to him in the form of Five’s tongue dancing with his.

When they broke apart so that they could breathe, Five pressed his forehead against Viktor’s and then wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist. “I love you, Viktor. I am never going to be parted from you again. Not unless you wish it. You are my light, my life, my world, my grounding stone. I thought of nothing other than you and one day returning to help you live the life you wanted while I was away.”

“We can still do that,” Viktor promised with another light peck. “You’re here, you love me and I love you. We can carve out a piece of the world together and live how we want.”

They kissed again, this one just as wonderful and magical and intense as the first one had been. Viktor never wanted to leave this moment, never wanted any part of Five to not be pressed up against him at one time. He felt like he needed Five’s love and touch to breathe, as though he would simply turn into dust if it was taken from him.

“You’re going to have to apologize to Diego and Klaus before they kill you, though,” Viktor laughed when they broke apart. Five groaned, his head flopping down onto his lover’s shoulder rather dramatically.

[yanmuffins]

what if the dimension of batman vs vampires p&f reader and damian accidentally stumbles upon is vampire!reader dimension? oh, and they arrive after vampire!reader is killed and turned into a vampire

the drama if p&f reader looks the exact same as vampire!reader (honestly, i see them as two different people since p&f reader is the same age as Damian and vampire!reader seems to be dick's age), since bruce looks at them and can't quite remember If vampire!reader looked like this when they were little

they all looking at p&f reader and damian being kids and wondering If vampire!reader were like that at this age, but then realizing that they don't have memories of vampire!reader like that

the despair, the anxiety, the guilt they fell

Why didn't they noticed vampire!reader sooner? why didn't they acknowledged them? why why why why

now vampire!reader it's nowhere to be found, and they could be in danger (they are), hell, for all they know they could be dead! (they kinda are)

and p&f reader and damian slowly backing away as they watch these alternate versions of their family descend into madness

let's just hope that version of the batfam finds vampire!reader fast and don't become desperate enough to end up becoming yanderes for p&f reader too

context &. context.

interesting!!!

i think vampire! reader and p&f! reader are basically just different versions of the same person. p&f! reader is gender neutral so they could be whatever gender you want them to be, while vampire! reader is female. also, you are correct, vampire! reader is older. while p&f! reader is around a year older than damian and came to the manor after him (being around 10 when they came to the manor and 14 in the fic), vampire! reader is around 21-years-old, closer to jason in age, and came to the manor somwhere between dick leaving for the teen titans and bruce adopting jason.

so, yes, p&f! reader is not only younger, but was the last one to arrive at the manor in their reality, and they had a pretty good, healthy childhood before that. not to mention bruce already had damian, so the concept of a biological child wasn't entirely alien to him, and they already had their hands full with him. the familial bonds ate tight-knit, lives are too busy, bruce already has to deal with his exceptional children and since reader is so normal, they're kinda overlooked.

and although there are similarities in the way and reasons both readers are neglected, i think it's worse with vampire! reader. she's around 7 when she comes to the manor, the circumstances around it being extremely shady (it was a scandal), and she's there before anyone except dick, whom she has shallow interactions with. from then on comes jason and the following children, and she just has to watch her father (and older brother) make time for everyone but her.

anyway, appearence-wise, p&f! reader and vampire! essentially look the same, or at least extremely similiar. but here's the thing: vampire reader's bruce does remember what his daughter looked like when she was around p&f! reader's age. and that's what makes him crumble, because vampire! reader looked abstemious and somber from a yong age, which is a far cry from her younger, alternate-dimension version.

that fact hits him the hardest, but dick notices it too. his birdie looked like a mini-adult from the day she came to the manor, and seeing p&f! reader he just wishes he could have actually bothered to be there for her. jason notices it the most because he was the one closest to reader before joker killed him, as she was the only one in the manor around his age. the others, though?

they have no idea. mostly because they weren't there when vampire! reader was a kid, but there are some memories; of her welcoming them home, little acts of affection, trying to get close to them. and they took it for granted. they started noticing her lately, yeah, but as it seems it had been a bit too late.

vampire! au damian would feel kinda jealous of the sibling bond p&f! reader and damian share, it would stir conflict between the two damians which i think could be funny amidst the angst (if you ignore that they're both kinda terrified of this batfam spiraling). all in all, i think bruce thinks of how shit it is to have a child missing so he would make sure to help send both p&f! reader and damian home safely. he's got his own kid to take care of and good lord, that's going too big of a mess for him to even worry about the two intruders in his dimension.