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Nightfall Heir Chapter 1

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Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Childbirth

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Summary: Two years have passed since the events surrounding the destruction of the Absolute. Baldur's Gate is slowly rebuilding itself from the rubble, and you and your companions have established yourselves within the city to help in its restoration.

You and your vampiric lover, Astarion, had been nigh inseparable since coming back together. Yet a certain turn of events saw to your kidnapping and then... to your unexpected pregnancy.

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As you lay in Astarion’s arms, you relished in the bliss that coddled your heart.

Alas, your mind wandered. It had not always been like this.

Blissful.

Your memories vividly recalled the time you had first laid with him, the time where the soft glow of fireflies had danced in the air, casting shadows that whispered secrets into the grass beneath you. The subsequent times thereafter had also been a symphony of sensations - feverish rustling of bedsheets, and the intoxicating scents of his cologne mingled with the musky aromas of passion. Back then, Astarion had always assured you that your very essence would be enveloped in a euphoric blend of pleasure and ecstasy. However, beneath the surface of those passionate encounters lay a web of deception. Your trysts had been nothing more than a meticulously crafted facade, a mask to conceal the collective traumas that haunted you both. Astarion had sought protection and trust from you, while you had yearned for a semblance of true companionship and belonging from him.

Still, the scars you both carried were etched into your souls, impossible to conceal. They were etched into the very fabric of your beings, leaving invisible wounds that refused to heal.

You flinched at the painful recollections as you looked up again at his peaceful, sleeping face. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took in a deep breath. His scents of bergamot, rosemary and aged brandy eloped you with a warmth like a midsummer’s kiss. His enchanting perfume restored a sense of peace. Yet, the darkness that still lingered in the back of your mind clawed its way into your consciousness once more.

Shuddering, you pressed yourself harder against his body to shield yourself, and though, in his sleep, he tightened his arms around you, you felt your walls again crumble. As the salt of your tears stung at the corners of your eyes, your unscrupulous mind continued to ravish your heart…

You were flung back to your childhood, vividly recalling the relentless barrage of blows, the sound of bones cracking, the scathing verbal assaults, and the relentless condemnations. The overpowering stench of sweat and blood used to fill your nostrils as you were forced to confront opponents far stronger than yourself, all for the perverse amusement of the masses... enduring unspeakable torment that had assaulted your body and mind alike. Such was the brutal reality of the Drow society that had shaped your upbringing. And yet, your tortures were not so different to that of which your lover had suffered at the hands of his old tormentor, Cazador.

The torment you had both endured had left deep scars, which had resulted in your eventual separation. The memory of it lingered, triggering a silent sob from you. In the past, you and Astarion had made the mutual decision to remain ‘just companions,’ driven by guilt over having used each other as shields for your sufferings. It had seemed like the ideal solution, a way to aid in healing. But unbeknownst to either of you, it had only exacerbated the anguish, a truth you both refused to acknowledge, even to yourselves.

At least, not until the events in Cazador's gloomy prison had unfolded.

Your mind, shrouded in darkness, conjured up a vivid and haunting replay of the events...

Your heart had been torn asunder as you had watched Astarion confront his old, wicked master. The anguish inflicted upon Astarion had been unbearable, a raw wound visible in your eyes. Alas, the hunger for power had consumed him, a voracious appetite for ascension that had wrapped around him like a suffocating web. In a mere breath, the Astarion you had known and loved had vanished. The vibrant essence of the witty, sassy, and flamboyant Elven vampire you cherished had been replaced by a feral beast. The sight of his former slaver, now succumbed, bloodied and kneeling, blurred the line between captor and captive.

You recall having exerted every ounce of your strength, having plead with Astarion to resist the seductive pull of power, to spare the lives of the countless thralls and spawn. The weight of this decision had threatened to consume his true self, which would have rendered him unrecognizable. Unimaginable sorrow had consumed you as you had contemplated the magnitude of such a loss.

The anguished cries that had escaped him as he struck down Cazador had reverberated through your being, threatening to shatter your very core. Even though Astarion had eventually yielded to your pleas, a deep resentment had grown within him towards you.

Your mind then shifted to when you and your companions had returned to the Elvensong Tavern nigh your vampiric companion. Your body had trembled uncontrollably, with tears streaming down your face, your sobs wracking your entire being. The weight of your despair had felt like an unbearable burden, threatening to consume you entirely. You remember the painful pounding of your heart in your chest, the rhythm deafening in your ears, and your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to regain control. Halsin’s sudden powerful embrace had provided a sense of stability, and his firm hold had offered a sense of security that you had desperately needed in that moment. He was, in fact, the only companion strong enough to hold your arms to prevent you from burning down the place in your despair. You recalled the surrounding room blurring as your vision had become clouded by tears; the world reduced to a haze of pain and anguish.

The others, your companions, had surrounded you, and eventually their presence had become a comfort amidst the chaos. Their words of reassurance and support had washed over you, their soothing voices attempting to ease the torment that had consumed your mind. Though their words had been barely audible through the fog of your despair, their presence alone provided a sense of unity and shared strength.

Sighing inwardly as you nestled yourself in the crook of Astarion’s shoulder, you remembered that back in that tavern on that night, time had seemed to lose all meaning to you. You had continued to tightly cling to Halsin as he cradled you, and your body had gradually succumbed to exhaustion.

After what had felt like an endless stretch of time, Astarion had finally returned. You recall that the room had been dimly lit by then, and the dancing candle light had cast long shadows on the worn wooden floor. You had heard the faint echoes of his fervent apologies, his voice trembling with remorse. The weight of his rage, which had been directed solely at you, had torn through your heart like a sharp knife. Truly, you hadn’t blamed him. It had been a battle within himself, a struggle to maintain control. Nevertheless, it had still shattered your already delicate heart and mind.

And then you recollected, amidst the heaviness of the situation, he having expressed his gratitude. The words had hung in the air as he had thanked you for rescuing him from the brink of losing his very self. You had saved him from becoming a reflection of the one he despised most in the world. Cazador Szarr.

Late that same night, under the glowing moonlight, he had guided you through the calm silence of the local cemetery. After having reached a secluded plot, he had unveiled a tombstone that had been crafted for him upon his ‘death’ as a mortal elf. The tombstone had stood there, adorned with weathered vines, a testament to the passaging of two long centuries. The air surrounding you both had carried a hint of mustiness and an earthy scent, mingling with the faint aroma of decaying leaves. A chilling breeze had whispered through the graveyard, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Astarion’s voice had broken the silence then, and he described how this tombstone represented not only the end of his previous life in Cazador’s clutches, but also the death of the creature he could have become had he ascended. In that moment, he had realised he was no longer a mere spawn, but finally, truly free.

And as he often reminded you, even now, it had all been because of your unwavering perseverance, infinite patience, and resolute devotion. Your enduring devotion to him. For that, he had fallen profoundly for you and had not hesitated to confess his adoration right in front of his grave. He had not hesitated to guide you down onto the mound of earth, where your bodies soon intertwined with an intense fervour, either.

You remembered the fierce emotions that had flooded your body. Every touch and every caress from Astarion had sent shivers down your spine, electrifying your skin and loins with an unbearable ecstasy. The air around you had seemed to crackle with an intoxicating energy, as if the gods themselves had acknowledged the depth of your connection.

Your breath had hitched with each movement, the anticipation coursing through your veins. The taste of passion had lingered on your lips as a mix of desire and a hint of rebellion. The gritty texture of the earth beneath you had only heightened the rawness of the moment, grounding you in the physicality of your love.

You bit your bottom lip with the memories which now overwhelmed your senses. You felt it all again. With each feverish thrust, the passion had intensified. The heat between your bodies had grown to burning new heights and had wrapped you both in a cocoon of shared desire. Astarion’s touch had ignited a fire within you as his hands had explored every inch of your body with a frenzied hunger. The world around you then had faded into a blur, leaving only the two of you entangled in a dance of unbridled passion.

In that moment, the boundaries of time and place had ceased to exist. Moans and gasps had mingled in the air, a symphony of pleasure and longing as you had moved together with an unspoken understanding.

It had been just you and him in that graveyard, your souls entwined as one. The world could have crumbled around you once again, yet you would have remained oblivious, lost in the sheer intensity of your love.

You trembled at the memory of the last echoes of ecstasy fading away, and the intense heat between your thighs after he had filled you. You had found solace in the knowledge that your devotion had been reciprocated with equal fervor.

As your mind floated back to your present time, you shivered again at the sudden delicious tingle at your junction, a soft moan escaping your lips. You froze, glancing up at your sleeping lover, hoping you had not been loud enough to stir him, but he was as still as the tombstone that adorned his grave. Which brought your salacious thoughts back to that night. That night had cemented your relationship once and for all. He was now yours and you were now his and the both of you had been inseparable since that night two years ago.

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A/N: A v fun chapter to write. Enjoy!

Warnings: alcohol, brief sexual content, mentions of alcohol, sexual content and death/dying

Word Count: 5666

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Chapter 16: A Dream Come True

“Dearly beloved.”

Klaus stood below a beautifully decorated arch just outside the banquet hall, where the ceremony was taking place. There was already a red carpet rolled out to the arch and once everyone was in their places, (Y/N) had walked the beaming Sloane down the aisle to her fiance. It was such a magical moment. She now stood behind the bride and was holding her flowers with Viktor standing behind Luther as his best man.

“We’re gathered here today for a good time, not a long time, so let’s have a good time, huh? ‘Cause the sun can’t shine every day. Can I get an amen?”

The crowd along with the bride and groom erupted into “amens” and cheers and whistles in response.

“Luther,” Klaus started once they all calmed down. “Do you be taking this banging hottie to be your lady?”

Luther lovingly smiled at her. “I do.”

“Sloane,” Klaus tearfully sighed. “Do you promise to love and cherish this big hairy bastard for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours?”

“Give or take a day.” Five called out, getting lovingly shushed by Klaus. Sloane grinned at Luther, her tears hardly contained.

“I’m gonna try.”

“Well, then… I’m sorry.” Klaus wiped at his eyes for a second before throwing his hands up in the air. “I pronounce you married as shit! Viva la apocalypse!”

Sloane threw herself at Luther, pulling him into a loving kiss. Luther wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer as everyone cheered and clapped. (Y/N) grinned as she carefully clapped with the flowers in her hands, her heart unbelievably warm for them. Never in her life had she imagined her family like this, all together, for Luther’s wedding. It was something they probably wouldn’t have believed if told two timelines ago.

The party moved back indoors, where the newlyweds began their first dance as the rest watched them with so much love in their eyes. Klaus was the most enthusiastic out of all, moving to the music as he cheesed at them. Luther and Sloane looked at their family with sweet smiles before returning to their dance as the fog machines hissed out their white clouds. The colors from the party lights and the disco ball danced across the room, giving the room a soft, yet spirited look.

“This is officially worse than the apocalypse.” Five muttered and looked around before his eyes landed on the spread of food and drinks. “Ah, there we are.”

He began to walk away, but (Y/N) grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back to her, a sly smile on her face. She cocked her head to the dance floor, where Diego and Lila had already joined. “Come on, bub. This can be like our wedding dance.” She whispered, and Five couldn’t argue with that. So, after setting his drink down, he followed his love onto the floor. Even Klaus joined, dancing with himself to the beautiful music.

Five and (Y/N) felt like they were actually thirteen again as they danced. Their hands clasped while her other sat on his shoulder and his other wrapped securely around her waist. In this very moment, if the Kugelblitz had sucked them up and signalled the end of its reign of terror on the cosmos, Five wholeheartedly believed he would die a happy man. The place he found himself, with his family, with his wife in his arms, was a place he finally felt somewhat content in. It was most likely the best place he could be in right now, all things considered. He hoped (Y/N) felt the same.

“Do you wish our wedding was like this?” He quietly asked. (Y/N) lifted her head from his chest and softly smiled at him, the light dazzling in her eyes.

“No.” She whispered. “I already had this and I almost threw up about three or four times. What we had was perfect.”

“In front of the Ball of Twine?”

“I was standing in front of you,” She nuzzled her nose with his. “That’s more than perfect.”

With a grin, Five touched his forehead to hers, swaying to the music in complete bliss.

Once everyone was tuckered out from dancing, they moved to the tables to replenish their stamina by indulging in the food spread. (Y/N) had sat herself down at her shared table with Five, a plate in one hand and a drink in another, when she saw Chet taking a photo of Luther and Sloane. She softly smiled at them before realizing that no one had given any speeches. She turned to Five just as he walked up to the table with two more glasses of alcohol to add to the collection on the table. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He nodded and watched her leave the table and go up to the DJ booth, grabbing the microphone and standing at the edge of the dancefloor. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?”

Her family paused their conversations to look up at her with curious gazes.

“Uh… as Sloane’s maid of honor, I’d like to give a speech before I’m absolutely shit-faced for the night.” She pulled a few chuckles. “Luther… I know you and I have never been the best of friends and I’m glad that’s changed. If I’ve learned anything from experiencing a countdown to my death for a third time now, it would be that I need to love who is true to me, then to cherish who I love. And I love you, Luther. I wish I said it more, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. It is, and… it’s been a blast being your sister.”

It all started to sink in that this may be the last time she would see her family. She didn’t know if that caused her eyes to water, or the sight of Luther wiping away his tears. Perhaps both.

“Sloane, though the first time we met, you tried to kill me, I can’t say it’s nothing that hasn’t happened before. I’m so happy that our best moments were within an hour, inside a weird-ass hotel room, sipping on wine and listening to jazz as everything around us got sucked into a black hole. Because I learned that my new family member is one I’m proud to call my sister. Luther, this one’s a keeper,” She winked, earning some more chuckles. “Sloane… I can safely say that you are in good hands with my brother. And your (Y/N)’s smiling down at you right now. I know it.”

Sloane fanned her eyes to keep her tears at bay as she grinned at (Y/N).

“Congratulations, you two.” She lifted her glass, everyone else doing the same and cheering for her as she returned the mic and went to the newlyweds to exchange hugs and kisses.

Having the perfect opportunity, Klaus danced his way over to Five and pointed at him. “Cinco! Mi hermano.” He greeted his disgruntled brother and sat beside him. “Listen to me, Dad is upstairs right now with a plan to save everything. So, what say you and I pop up to the suite for a little chitchat?”

“What, are you like Frick and Frack with the old man now?” Five frowned at him.

“This dad’s different. He’s a turtle. Hard on the outside, but all cute and wrinkly and occasionally delicious on the inside.”

Five swallowed the liquor in his mouth and looked up at his brother. “Klaus?”

“Yeah?”

“Old dogs like me and him never change. He has never had our best interests at heart. And you’re lucky (Y/N) isn’t over here right now or else she’d rip you a new one. This is the happiest she’s been in the last few hours. So!” He dropped his shot glass into a bigger glass, both fizzing up and spilling over a bit. “My only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition, and then enjoy my possible last time having sex with my wife.”

Klaus groaned. “Sure.” He clinked his glass with Five’s. “Have at it.”

“I shall!”

(Y/N) returned to the table just as Klaus twisted in his seat to get a look around the room, eyes landing on Diego, who was happily munching on his food. Lila was about to sit down with her own food when she noticed Klaus’s calculating stare. Before he could even stand, she placed her food down and went up to him, pushing him back down in his chair.

“Klaus.” She pulled a chair up to him and sat down. “Don’t even think about going over there and filling his empty head with bad ideas.”

He looked at her in feigned offense. “Moi? How dare-” His facade fell when Lila pressed a fork into his chest, right over his heart.

“You may be unkillable, but I’ll find a way to make sure that your time on this earthly plane is chock-full of pain and suffering. Got it?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Great. Big smile.” She turned him forward and posed, Chet taking a picture of them, the bright flash affecting both him and Five. Lila gave him a kiss and walked away. “Bye.”

Klaus groaned and blinked his eyes to rid himself of the spots in his vision. He turned and set his sights on his next victim: Luther. He stood up and stumbled away from the table.

Meanwhile, Five was happily feeding his wife shrimp from hand to mouth and then allowing her to hold his glass while he drank from it. It was something neither of them had thought of when they started doing it, but it was enough to make all the singles in the room sick with the two’s PDA. Her lopsided grin faltered when Five bit off a piece of pineapple from her kabob she was holding.

“Oh…” She mumbled as he munched on it. “You ate my fruit, Five…”

He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “What’s yours is mine, baby.”

“Hey, guys.” Viktor greeted and joined their table with a plate of food for himself. (Y/N) turned to her brother with a regained smile.

“Enjoying the party, Viktor?”

“It’s nice, yeah.” He nodded, looking around the room with a thoughtful smile. “It’s good to see Luther finally find someone and settle. What about you guys?”

When he turned back to them, Five had slammed his empty glass on the table a millisecond before (Y/N) did. “Sucker.”

“Best out of three.”

Viktor chuckled at the two as they started another drinking contest. As he watched them, Klaus greeted the bride and groom at their table. “Mazel tov to the Mr and Mrs.”

“Hey, brother!”

“Cheers!”

They happily clinked their glasses with him before he crouched between their chairs to talk to Luther. “Now, about Dad.”

“No, no, no, no.”

“No-”

“The answer’s no, Klaus.”

“Baby, baby, he’s a changed man.”

“No, the man is incapable of change.”

“Lulu, he’s different. You know, he helped me to conquer my childhood fears.”

Luther hummed as he continued to eat.

“We played catch together.”

“Whoa, wait,” He frowned. “You played catch with Dad?”

“Yeah, we call it bus-ball, but that’s kind of our thing. I mean, you could find your own thing with him.”

Luther groaned in irritation. “Would you stop? Listen, you’re being duped.”

Klaus chuckled. “No, I’m not being duped-”

“No, you are. You are.”

“Come on!”

“In fact, worse. You’re being enabled by your own father.”

“Yeah, but I really think if you just give him a little chance-”

“Klaus!!!”

His exclamation echoed throughout the room, everyone flinching at his volume. Klaus, in particular, covered his ears and shrunk in his place. Sloane reached over and placed a hand on her husband’s knee. “Babe, it’s fine.” She whispered. “It’s our wedding.”

Klaus whimpered as Luther nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He reached over and brought his brother into a crushing hug, kissing his forehead. “Listen, I’m just trying to enjoy my wedding, okay? And you should, too.”

“Okay.”

“Go have some salmon and a Jell-O cup.”

“That sounds nice. Alright, well.” Klaus stood and began walking away. “Screw it, I tried.”

The atmosphere of the party shifted immensely when the elevator dinged. The doors parted to drop off Reginald, whose presence shocked the party members in the least pleasant of ways. Everyone’s eyes watched as he awkwardly walked around, all except for (Y/N), who kept her tipsy gaze fixed on the tablecloth in front of her. Five gently intertwined their fingers and squeezed her hand as Reginald busied himself at the food spread.

“It’s okay, Starlight.”

“No, it isn’t.” She shook her head. “Why is he here? He can’t just show up to a wedding he’s not invited to. Especially not one he was uninvited from.”

“I think…” He reached for the bottle and began to pour more alcohol into her glass. “I think you need another drink.”

(Y/N) nodded in thanks and took a hearty gulp of her drink, pressing a hand to her chest as she suppressed a belch. Her eyes traveled over to Reginald, who was currently finding a place to sit and eat. No one was welcoming in the slightest, all glaring at him whenever he looked their way. For a moment, he locked eyes with (Y/N), but her stare was deadly and it threatened his life, so he took a seat at an empty table and began to eat.

From his table, Klaus caught his father’s attention and wordlessly encouraged him to try a smile. Reginald’s look of shock melted into an odd and forced smile as he looked about the room. Though, he didn’t receive any of the reactions he hoped for. Everyone was either looking at him in horror or disgust, for none of them had ever seen their father smile. Before the agonizing moment could drag on any longer, Reginald flinched in his seat at a bright flash, Chet grinning with a camera in his hands.

At that, (Y/N) rolled her eyes and turned back around, chugging the rest of her drink and then taking Five’s and draining that as well. “Okay,” He sighed and filled both the glasses again. “Guess those are yours now.”

“What’s yours is mine.”

Ben was left alone after Allison departed from their shared table, previously sulking with her during such a high-spirited event. As he buried his head into the table, Klaus came over and sat with him. “Hey, Ben-ihana. Don’t hit me!” He chuckled, pretending to flinch before dropping the theatrics. “Hey, listen. I know we ain’t exactly been best buds in this timeline or whatever, but man, do I have a mission for you-”

A loud and nauseating belch erupted from Ben’s mouth, causing Klaus to cringe and fan the stink away. “Ugh… Charming.”

“Eleven people.” Ben drunkenly slurred, picking up a piece of shrimp.

“Huh?”

“There are only eleven people left.”

“Okay. Drunk Ben clearly likes numbers and… shrimp.”

“And you couldn’t even invite me to your stupid bachelor party…”

Klaus looked up at Ben’s dejected face, his brows twisted in a sadness he thought was incapable of him. “Oh… Have we finally flicked off bad Benny’s hard candy shell?” He cooed as he rubbed his back.

“Why don’t you like me?” Ben whined.

“Because you’re a huge puckering asshole.”

“Okay, but you like the other Ben.”

“Yeah, we love the other Ben.”

“Why? What was so special about him?”

“Because he was a know-it-all. He was a scold.” Klaus’s face lit up in recognition. “He was a tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day…”

At his heartfelt laugh, Ben frowned in confusion. “Those… Those are all bad things.”

“Yeah, but they looked great on him.”

“Okay, you know what? I am so much better than that other Ben.”

“Mmhm?”

“I was Number One. Twice. Does Dad give a shit? No. He was busy hanging out with you.”

Klaus pouted and leaned closer. “Oh, man, methinks you might be trying a little too hard. Look around. Nobody’s polishing their boots or pressing their tights. We’re a complete and total shit show. Ya get it? A-And our Ben, my Ben, was just that kinda disaster…” He leaned even closer as he lowered his voice in adoration for his deceased brother. “...and it made him ridiculously easy to love.”

Ben didn’t respond, for he was too far away to form any words. All he had to do was to simply not try. After all, it was one of his favorite things about his sister. (Y/N) had been unapologetically herself. No matter how many times they silenced her, no matter how many times they casted her aside. She was so loveable because she was such an amazing person, and she never tried to hide it.

Perhaps that was why Reginald thought so highly of her, even when she failed so tremendously. Ben felt a pat on his shoulder and Klaus was gone, unknowingly leaving him to mourn his sister.

Just as Viktor left the table to speak with Allison, the clinking of silverware against glass could be heard. Everyone’s attention turned to Reginald, who was standing with the mic in one hand and a glass in the other. “I know it is customary for the father of the bride to make a speech…”

Off to the side, Viktor nervously approached Allison. “Hey.”

As soon as she saw him, she sighed and turned back around. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Allison-”

“No, I get it.” She turned back to him. “It’s a wedding. Everybody’s drunk, and we’re all supposed to be chummy. But I’m not feeling it.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to be in a festive mood. But will you please just hear me out?”

Their conversation was drowned out by Reginald’s voice sounding throughout the entire room. He lifted the mic to his lips and looked at the bride as he cleared his throat, the feedback whining a bit. “Sloane, ever since you were a little girl, I’ve always known you were exceptionally bright. And though, I can’t say I know Luther all that well, from the few moments we have shared, it seems you found yourself an adequate partner.”

A few hushed reactions sounded, most in confusion, before he continued. This time, though, he looked to (Y/N), who was scowling at him in her seat, her eyes heavy with alcohol. “I acknowledge that, as a father, I was not without my faults. I hope these shortcomings will be seen as only a rough patch on an otherwise verdant lawn.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and grabbed the whole bottle of alcohol, taking a large swig of it. Away from them, Viktor and Allison were still having their attempt at reconciliation.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was wrong. I lied, and… I betrayed your trust.” He softly spoke as tears glossed his eyes. “But you’re… more important to me than anything in this entire world. Will you forgive me?”

For a second, Viktor had hope in his relationship with his sister. Her eyes widened just a fraction and her nose flared as her face softened. Only for a moment. Within the next moment, she blinked and her cold and standoffish nature returned.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

A small smile made its way onto Reginald’s face. “I’m proud to call you my children. Even those whom I raised in a revenant version of myself. I hope that tonight, we can create a few special memories in whatever precious little time we have left.”

Viktor’s crestfallen expression mustered up a bit of courage to continue talking. “If you won’t forgive me, just know I forgive you.”

“For what?” Allison tilted her head. “I didn’t do anything wrong. You know, I’m… really tired of being the asshole that has to meet you halfway. I am tired of being a sucker.”

“You’re the sucker?”

“Our whole lives, all you said you ever wanted was for us to be close, and we finally got there, and you fucked it up. Not me.”

Viktor swallowed. “Is this really how you wanna end things?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll sleep fine tonight.”

With that, Allison walked past her brother and towards the elevator. As she did, everyone watched her in confusion, but they all figured what happened. Reginald trailed off his speech for a second before focusing again and reciting a poem.

“The sun rises over a lily’s field.

A mother veiled, her lips concealed.

The mourners come in droves of black

to bury what their hearts unpack.

With shallow breath and time eclipsed,

I pray you miss death’s gentle kiss.”

(Y/N)’s eyes moved away from Allison, who glared as the elevator closed in front of her, to Viktor, who pinched the bridge of his nose as his shoulders trembled. She ignored the applause Reginald received from Klaus, Diego and Lila, her heart broken for her brother and for her sister. Speech concluded, he bowed and took his leave for the night.

“I didn’t think the old man had it in him.” Five muttered.

“One of our biggest flaws as a family is underestimating the capabilities of our father…” She whispered, chugging her glasses down.

From the DJ booth, Chet nervously tried to revive the party. “Alright, alright. Time to turn those frowns upside down! This one is for all the party people in the place.”

The upbeat music that played through the speakers was just enough to get everyone out of their seats and back onto the dancefloor. (Y/N) made sure to get a good, long drink in before hopping from her seat and pulling Five with her onto the floor. Viktor watched them for a moment, but then he sniffled and wiped the tears from his face before joining his family.

Despite Reginald the Party Crasher and Allison blowing up at Viktor, the family still danced their hearts out with each other. For them, it was the least they deserved. Years of childhood trauma that carried to adulthood, then the constant threat of their impending doom, resulting in them being the only people left to celebrate the growing of their family…

Of course, they would be laying it all out.

Even with her spinning head, (Y/N) was so unbelievably happy to be there. The sight of Five wildly dancing with a bottle of alcohol in his hand was something she never thought she’d see, but it was certainly something she welcomed. She laughed aloud as she twisted and jumped and spun to the beat of the music, occasionally pulling people to dance with her. She even danced with Ben, and at some point, Diego was giving her a piggyback ride around the dancefloor.

Eventually, the dancing began to wind down into a slower tempo. Luther and Sloane held each other close as they danced, Diego and Lila sat together near the DJ booth, Klaus and Ben were off getting wasted together, Viktor sat beside himself to eat some more and Five stood on the dancefloor, dreamily watching as (Y/N) sang along to a love song into the microphone.

“Why do birds suddenly appear

Every time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

The girl could barely hold herself up, but she still put on a show. Her eyes were gently closed as she focused on how the lyrics and melody of the song went, but everything was so fuzzy. Still, she was in a very pleased mood.

“Why do stars fall down from the sky

Every time you walk by?

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

Her eyes opened and immediately found Five, who sloppily grinned and waved at her, just as drunk as her. She returned the smile and continued with the song.

“On the day that you were born the angels got together

And decided to create a dream come true.

So, they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold

And star light in your eyes of blue.”

(Y/N) leaned her head back during the small pause, stumbling back a bit when she lost her balance, but composed herself and went back to the mic.

“That is why all the girls in town

Follow you all around.

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

The song broke out into a short instrumental break, during which (Y/N) let go of the microphone and danced with herself. Since her eyes were closed, she failed to notice Five drunkenly doing the same. When the music signalled for her to come back in, she grabbed hold of the mic stand and sang the repeat with more passion than before.

“On the day that you were born the angels got together

And decided to create a dream come true.

So, they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold

And star light in your eyes of blue.”

Snapping her eyes open, she pointed straight at Five as she swayed her hips.

“That is why all the girls in town

Follow you all around.

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

Completely enamored, Five made his way up to her and hopped onto the platform, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close as she seemingly finished the song.

“Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

She smiled at him as he leaned forward, peppering kisses to her cheek, moving his lips to her ear. “(Y/N)... I love-”

“WAH-AH-AH-AH-AH!

Close to you!”

(Y/N) interrupted him to sing her favorite part of the song as loud as she could, Five lovingly smiling at her as he held her steady. She began to repeat it, but he silenced her by pressing his lips to hers in a very uncoordinated kiss. Immediately, she was thrown off and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling.

Sloane lifted her head from Luther’s shoulder to look up at him. “So, just to recap this night… Ben, Five and (Y/N) are blotto drunk.”

They broke out into chuckles.

“And Viktor and Allison almost punched each other out.”

“Oh… Yeah.”

“Yeah… And Dad recited a weirdly moving death poem.”

Luther scrunched his face up as he hummed. “You know, that’s not bad for a Hargreeves family wedding at the end of the world.”

She softly smiled at him. “You know, I didn’t need a big to-do. This is all I needed.”

He gently kissed her and held her tighter as she rested her head on his shoulder. This was all he needed, too.

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“Oh, guys! Come on!”

“Freaky little turds.”

Five and (Y/N) pulled away from each other when they heard Diego and Lila shout at them. They were just about to enjoy a peaceful time outside where the ceremony had taken place, but they found themselves bombarding a very intimate moment between the two teens. Five groaned and adjusted his wife’s dress so that it was properly back in place and moved to sit beside her, (Y/N) quietly and sweetly apologizing to them.

Diego shook his head at them and pulled Lila with him to the seating area built with stones. (Y/N) moved her empty heels out of the way so Diego could sit down, Lila following suit and resting her head in his lap. Surprisingly, those two were the least drunk of the party, Diego being careful with his liquor and Lila having not a drop. With a hazy mind, (Y/N) noted that as well.

“Is this where the party is now?” Viktor asked as he walked outside.

“Welcome, Viktor.” She grinned at her brother, who chuckled in amusement and sat at the top row of stones.

Luther and Sloane were the next to walk outside, staring up at the orange glow of the Kugelblitz above them. They made their way up to the rest and took their seats. “Hey, guys.” Luther greeted with a grin. He turned to Viktor and leaned close. “Hey, uh… I saw. And I… I appreciate you trying.”

Viktor looked down for a moment as his argument with Allison flashed through his mind, but when he concluded that he did all he could, he nodded to Luther in thanks. A commotion started when Klaus and Ben stumbled outside, approaching the group with alcohol and cigarettes.

“Oh, no, no, no, no!”

“Hey, what?”

“Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here?”

“Come on!”

Klaus quieted Five and Diego’s complaining by holding a hand out. “Guys, hear me out before-”

“Hear him out.” Ben repeated, placing the cigarette between his lips.

“The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not- I don’t mean our Ben, the nice Ben. I mean this Ben. The asshole, he’s gone now.”

“Gone.” Ben whispered after gulping down some liquor.

Luther shook his head at them. “Klaus, what are you talking about?”

Klaus continued on as Ben animatedly nodded and pointed. “And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben, and he’s one of us, and he’s a member of the team. And he’s part-”

“...part of the family!” The two of them exclaimed in unison. They broke out into drunken giggles as Five wiped his mouth.

“And as a welcome gift, I suggest we throw him off the roof.”

“Yeah, I’ll help.” Diego agreed.

“Come on!” Klaus playfully groaned.

Luther smiled and waved his two brothers off, pointing at Ben. “Hey, you know what? You know what? He can stay. He can stay.”

“Why?” Diego frowned.

“‘Cause it’s my wedding day, man. Come on. He can stay.”

Klaus and Ben quietly cheered and joined the family on the stones, quietly thanking Luther as they did. Once everyone was seated, their gazes moved up to the sky, where dark clouds painted across the bright orange canvas. It had slowed its course down, the lifeform that was left taking longer to get sucked into its end.

It was sort of peaceful, the way they all admired it. At any second, they could die with everything and everyone else in all of space and time. They found themselves so very lucky to be here now.

“Hey, you wanna know something?” Luther gently spoke with a smile. “Tonight is all I ever really wanted.”

“To get hitched?”

“Just… everybody coming together when it really matters. One big real family.”

Luther reached down and kissed Sloane’s hand, Ben and Klaus cuddled up along with Diego and Lila. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Five and snuggled into his side, burying her face into his neck as he continued to drink. He wanted the moment to remain much longer, he really did, but his stomach swirled and groaned. He coughed and fled from her arms, hurrying a few paces from everyone as he gagged. Everyone exclaimed when they heard the grotesque sounds he made.

“Oh, I think I’m gonna hurl…” He murmured as they giggled. “Actually, uh, I think I’m hungry… See ya, guys. I’m gonna hit the buffet.”

“Me, too! Wait for me, bub!” (Y/N) stood and followed him back inside. Before she was gone, she turned to her family, blowing a kiss to them. “Goodnight! Thank you for having us! Congrats to the groom and bride!”

“Night, (Y/N).” Sloane smiled before the girl scampered off back inside. She leaned her head back to look at Luther. “Does she always get that drunk?”

Luther frowned and shook his head. “God, no.”

“Maybe we should call it a night.” Lila rose from her spot.

“Come on, it’s early.” Luther whined.

“Goodnight, guys.”

Ben watched her and Diego leave with a grin. “Where are we going? To bed?” He chuckled as he stood and began walking away.

“Who’s this guy?” Luther jokingly pointed at him with a chuckle.

“Ben.” Klaus sighed and ran to catch up with him. “Where’s he going? Where’s he going? This isn’t the end. Come on, who’s up for some more…”

“Scrabble?” Ben suggested.

“...karaoke… Yeah!”

Viktor smiled at the drunken conversation between the retreating pair and let out a heavy sigh. “That’s my cue.” He chuckled and stood, making his way back inside after bidding the night’s farewells.

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(Y/N) tried to stifle her giggles as she and Five staggered down the halls of the hotel, Five gripping a metal bowl full of food in his hand. She had almost dropped the bottle in her hand when her face smacked into the wall, but she steadied herself and followed after Five. He slammed his hand into a wall to keep himself from falling, but his halt caused her to crash into him, the two falling to the ground. Food and booze forgotten, Five rolled over and hovered over (Y/N), bringing her into a messy kiss. She hummed and kissed back as she ran her hands through his hair.

“With everything we’ve discussed, it’d be folly to wait.”

At the sound of Reginald’s voice, Five pulled away from his wife and staggered to his feet. The door to the White Buffalo Suite was cracked open, the boy only able to see his father in the room without opening the door any further. Reginald was facing someone who was blocked by the door.

“There is no time. I can’t do this without you. Do we have a deal?”

Reginald reached out and shook hands with whoever he was talking to. Before Five could burst in and get to the bottom of this, (Y/N) had found her way back to her feet and grabbed him by his tie, pulling him with her into the open elevator.

“Come on, bub. Let’s take this party to our room.”

Five’s eyes stayed trained on the door of Reginald’s room as (Y/N) pressed the button to their floor, dancing in place as the doors closed them off from whatever secret interaction had just occurred.

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it-happened-one-fic · 7 days

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Guileful Nightfall Playlist

In celebration of the upcoming posting of the third part of Hours in the Moonlight: Guileful Nightfall!

Master-list for Hours in the Moonlight here!

#Twisted Wonderland Playlist #Hours in the Moonlight #Guileful Nightfall #Jamil Viper #kalim al asim #vampire #Vampire AU #playlist #vampire playlist #Twisted Wonderland #twst #Scarabia #Scarabia x reader

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nonokoko-is-daydreaming · 1 year

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Spy x family masterlist

Old links redirect you to my main blog. This is because they were written before I created this one.

☁︎ = Headcanons

✰ = One shot

❥ = x reader

✉ = Letter

The Forgers

✰ Forgers' Christmas Preparations

☁︎❥ Forgers x Robot child!reader 🤖

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Loid Forger | Agent Twilight

TBA

Yor Briar | Thorn Princess

☁︎ Yor doing her nails

Anya Forger

✰ A for Anya | Pt. 2

☁︎❥ Anya with a psychic!babysitter

Yuri Briar

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Sylvia Sherwood | The Handler

Fiona Frost | Agent Nightfall

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Franky Franklin

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Daybreak

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Camilla

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Dominic

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

AUs

Spy x families

☁︎ Initial concept

☁︎ Second concept | The daughters | Their powers (DISCARDED)

SWAP AU

☁︎ General hcs | ☁︎ Yor or Yuri

#spy x family masterlist #sxf headcanons #one shots #sxf x reader #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yuri briar #agent twilight #agent nightfall #fiona frost #daybreak #franky franklin #sylvia sherwood #camilla #dominic

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entropical-punch · 6 months

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Alright everyone, I haven't written anything here in a while and I need some fresh ideas. I'm taking anything and everything under consideration. No promises it'll lead to something, but I wanna get the creative juices flowing, y'know?

Do your worst.

#yandere #yandere x reader #college craze #we pariahs #genshin impact #genshin x reader #nightfall #rotworld #rotpeach #monster #monster x reader #dark ficiton

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undertale-writing-times · 11 months

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Ummm... More Nightfall X Reader? I love him...

Since you didn't give me a prompt number, I decided to give myself one :)

There was a random number picker that I used. I'm also writing one that would be long. It's just taking me a bit to get that one finished cause I want to finish other ones too.

It would be hard to not notice that Nightfall had been acting a tad... strange, lately.

Whenever you two were together, he would look nervous tapping his thumbs together, and looking off away from you. He got calls more often than you would like to admit, and whenever he slept, he would leave his phone on lock. You didn't even know that he knew how to do that! He hated using the phone and things like that, he said that they made him feel strange.

So why, as of lately, has he been using it so often?

You were afraid to ask, so you didn't. Just waited and watched.

You knew, at least in the back of your head, that he wouldn't cheat on you or anything. You two had been together for... so long! At least 5 years It most likely wasn't a lot for him, though for you, it was because you were just a human.

What if he is cheating on you, as you are just a human? What if he was scared of you dying, or something? He's been speaking about something called a soul bond, what is that? He wouldn't explain and seemed sheepish whenever you asked.

You had nobody to talk to about this.

Nightfall wouldn't cheat on you, you knew that he wouldn't, you were his datemate and he said that he loved you so often.

Every time you two fall asleep together, he would hold you, his tentacles wrapped around you loosely. He wouldn't hold you like that, if he was cheating, right?

Too many thoughts were rushing through your mind, you almost didn't hear the phone ringing. When it finally cut through and you reached over to pick it up, you could hear Solar's voice "Hey Y/n!"

Solar? What was he calling you for? Nightfall and Solar didn't often get along, but they've been trying to get close again. Solar said the past was behind them and Nightfall often looked guilty.

"H...Hey? What's up what do you need?"

"Wellll do you think we can hang out? It's been a while! Meet me here" then he said an address and hung up before you could even answer.

You blink once, then twice, looking at the phone tilting your head to the side. Even Solar was using the phone?

Okay, what the hell was going on?

You nibble your bottom lip, staring down at the address. What if you didn't go? They were planning something, you knew it. Damn, this wasn't good for your anxiety. Not at all. You felt nervous.

Breathing in and out slowly, you push yourself to get up, and head to where the address told you to go.

It was starting to get late, was Solar even going to be awake when you got there? What if he wasn't? A little weird that someone that slept during the night would invite you over to just a bit before it was night time, right?

Yet, even so, you decided to ignore that. If they invited you to come over, then he must want something. Even if it is just to hang out a little at first.

When you got to the place that he asked you to come to, you saw it wasn't exactly what you were expecting.

There was a cave beside the ocean, you could hear the sound of waves crashing against the sand, and inside the cave there were lights. What the hell? You gulp down your nerves, and slowly walk in your eyes scanning around.

The lights were pretty, shining brightly in the darkness, and you could hear music playing. Oh damn, was this where you're about to die? That’s the only thing you could picture. Nightfall and Solar were going to kill you, for what reason? You had no idea.

Ugh, why did your mind go straight to the bad thing so often? That isn't fair, you knew that Nightfall would never want to hurt you. He was your datemate, and you his. He loved you more than anything! Well... maybe not anything, as the sky was so special to him, but he told you that you were like a star to him, and that meant a lot.

Even if most people wouldn't realize.

As you got closer to the end of the cave, you stop when you saw Nightfall sitting on a rock, seeming to be waiting until he saw you, and he smiles "Ah Y/n, there you are" he pushes himself to get up, walking over taking your hands into his own. You could feel the slight chill from the sludge that coated him. He never did explain where that came from.

"Yeah," you nod slightly, tilting your head to the side "I'm here, why are you? Solar asked me to come over and told me to come here... what's going on?"

"Well... we have been together for quite a bit of time now," Nightfall starts, the sparkles in his body shining brighter something you've noticed happens when he gets embarrassed, "And I have decided that this will be the best time for me to ask this big question" he looks down at the ground, moving down onto one knee, and holds out a box, which had a ring in it that sparkles slightly in the faint light “Please, marry me?”

Oh damn.

This was really happening?

You couldn't bring yourself to answer at first, staring at him with wide eyes. He wanted you to marry him? For real? You gulp then smile and lean down hugging him tightly starting to press kisses against his skull/face while making sure to be careful not to knock him back.

So that's why he's been acting so weird! That makes sense.

You were so happy.

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how-masterful · 2 years

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31 Fics of Fright

Day 26- Set The Night on Fire

Delgado!Master X Reader

Prompt: Nightfall

Notes: And today on Masterful writing fics about situations she wishes were real. If only fireworks were eco-friendly, didn’t scare dogs, and also were alive with alien capabilities... a girl can dream.

Warnings: None

The Autumn on Mulcero was a thing of legend, according to the Master’s delighted description as he walked you down towards the perfect viewing spot. He’d been insistent on bringing you here, framing it as a reward for your dedication to him, but you knew otherwise. You’d taken a cheeky look at what he’d been reading up on in the TARDIS- he’d tailored this to your most perfect preferences. He’d been planning this for weeks.

The hill was a short incline, the Master keeping a gentle hand to steady you as you made your way down to the clearing. It was positioned high above the bay, overlooking the views of the swirling, glimmering waters and the bustling streets below. The village was decorated for the harvest season, streets lined with banners and lanterns, pumpkins hanging freely in the trees, shop windows decorated with cartoon witches and vampires.

You’d enjoyed a slice of pie from the largest pumpkin that year, washing it down with a glorious warm apple cider, the hot liquid sliding down your throat like liquid gold. Apparently, the bounty had been incredible this year, the soil producing the most incredible produce they’d ever seen. The Master looked awfully proud at that, raising your suspicion at his knowing grin. You suspected he had something to do with it all, the way he was encouraging the villagers in their celebrations.

The village was alive with energy, the celebrations taking over what felt like the majority of the land. You couldn't help but smile at the wonderful stands of artisanal goods, the joy that flourished in the air. You could always appreciate somebody enjoying the Autumn. It was your most beloved season after all.

The Master had kept to a schedule, guiding you up the hill to the beauty spot with enough time to see the last wisps of twilight. The sky had melted into a vivid rainbow of warmth, the gorgeous blue shifting into a richly vivid orange, the deep red bleeding into a deep and potent violet, then purple, then the most comforting shade of navy. The sky was alight with power, the shimmering stars of the distant galaxy poking through the atmosphere, twinkling and blinking like rhinestones in the velvet of the night. Down below the villagers had lit a great bonfire, burning wood and carving pumpkins, laughing in merriment, tipsy on wine. You leant against the Master's shoulder as you sat on a blanket up on the hill, pointing down at the celebrations curiously.

“Master?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I know you have a plan but… can I ask why we’re not down there?”

The Master smiled, taking your pointing hand into his own and patting the back of it fondly. He gazed at you with the same knowing expression. It spoke of trust, in both the plan and himself.

“Because this is the position we need to be in tonight, my dear girl. The last of the celebrations should be observed from the highest of places.”

“Why?”

He tapped the back of your hand, your curiousness inspiring. You relented, sinking into his side and following his hand, gazing up at the sky.

“You’ll see.”

After a short while more of celebration and small talk, you noticed the villagers had begun to sit in circles, laying back and staring up at the sky in anticipation. You did the same, laying back down against the grass, hand intertwined within the Master's grip. You watched the sky, waiting in mystery, for whatever it was that had excited both the Master and the villagers to appear.

It started slowly, the last of the purple sky slipping away behind the horizon, giving way to the blanket of navy and the pitch black of the night. From where the purple had disappeared, small tendrils of orange and red began to snake their way through the sky, dancing around every twinkling ball of gas, aiming right into the heavens.

Your eyes widened as the tendrils began to circle and spark, more and more appearing in the night sky. They twirled and exploded before merging together, the colours setting the night aflame as they separated into the most incredible shapes. The tendrils had taken new form, pumpkins and leaves and crops, the purple weavings its way into the shape of bats and broomsticks, a slither of green shaping itself into a witch’s hat, a shooting star of white creating the most wonderful shape of a ghostly apparition.

The colours continued to manifest within the sky, swirling and jutting and sparking into shapes and moving pictures. They seemed to you like the northern lights, colours gliding like fireworks across the sky, painting themselves into still life's and portraits of seasonal fun. You couldn’t look away, the incredible sight before you engulfing your vision. The Master was chuckling, his attention occasionally slipping to peer at you from the corner of his eye. You were transfixed, amazed by the natural wonders that were currently making a vampire in the sky.

“How… why…” You whispered, reaching up towards the sky in awe.

“It’s the planet,” the Master replied. “It’s celebrating the season.”

“The planet?” You gaped, eyes following the flurry of bats across the horizon.

“Yes, the villagers have had a successful harvest. The planet is celebrating, thanking them for their good work.”

“The planet is alive?”

“Of course. It’s been like this for centuries. Although I must admit, they’ve never been this successful. A new fertiliser, I heard a chap in the village square say.”

Slowly, the pieces began to fall into place. The successful autumn, the harvest, the celebration, the Master’s knowing look. You’d been so curious why the Master had travelled somewhere and insisted you not leave the TARDIS. You thought you finally knew why.

“Did you do this?”

Your voice was soft, almost a whisper. The Master turned to meet your eyes; your attention finally pulled from the glowing lights in the sky. He seemed apprehensive, as if he was unwilling to say what was about to pass his lips. You smiled, so genuine and adoring, your hand reaching to caress the side of his face. Your thumb brushed against the scruff of his salt and pepper beard, his eyes so old and wise and powerful. This was a man who had changed a whole world just to make you happy.

“Thank you, Master.”

You saved his breath, already knowing what he wished to say. The Master nodded, before turning back to face the sky.

“Ah, what a wonderful skeleton. How striking.” He mused, pointing at the sky.

You giggled, sighing contentedly as you turned to watch the light show, your heart filled with a new and indescribable feeling of warmth. You inched closer to the Master's side, gaze following his fingertip.

He was right. The skeleton was indeed wonderful and striking.

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doomstonee · 2 years

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listening to yuno miles is an experience within itself

The song is “road to riches”

#skylanders #thrillipede #dive clops #nightfall #skylanders superchargers racing #skylanders superchargers #autism trio with the adhd backup vocals #thrillipede jar #shitpost #video #yuno miles #my art is included it’s the human version of thrillipede #I made a thrilliepde edit pfp and it devolved to me making a thrillipede x reader book cover

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azukiel · 9 months

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Nightfall Heir Chapter 9

🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW

Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Childbirth

⭐Here is the story on Archive of Our Own ⭐

You and your vampiric lover, Astarion, had been nigh inseparable since coming back together. Yet a certain turn of events saw to your kidnapping and then... to your unexpected pregnancy.

🔥Comments and reblogs are much appreciated! 🔥

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It was almost dawn by the time Astarion and the others returned to the house. Of which day, though, you were not to know. You had been still slipping in and out of consciousness. Halsin put you into a deeper, more restful slumber so that your dreams would not torment you and you could heal better.

Astarion and the others were visibly exhausted as they stumbled in through the front door, their armour dripping with sweat and copious amounts of sanguine fluids. The others in the group, however, looked paler than the vampiric-elf himself.

“What happened? Are you all ok?” Shadowheart’s voice was full of worry.

Gale nodded, his hands were still trembling. “Our bodies are unscathed, mostly. But... it is going to take a while longer to erase what happened from our minds.”

Shadowheart and Halsin looked at them, confused. Astarion’s gaze was austere and brooding.

“Carnage. Pure, bloody fucking carnage!” Karlach piped up then, her voice rather one of excitement, as she was still giddy from the event.

“Honestly, Astarion,” Lae’zel continued, a somewhat proud look on her face, “I knew all had reason to fear you, but this night truly emphasized that fact.”

“They had it coming.” Was all Astarion replied as he looked over at you, his eyes drooping with a deep anguish.

“How is she?” His voice came out small, almost meek.

Halsin looked sympathetically back at him. He put his hand on his younger counterpart’s shoulder and squeezed gently, trying to calm his nerves. “As well as could be expected. She should recover.”

Astarion’s breath escaped him, and tears began to cascade down his pale features, streaking rivulets through the caked blood and grime on his face. The others looked at each other knowingly before looking back at Astarion, their eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

“We will go to barracks and clean up there.” Wyll spoke once more. “We will return later, after we’ve all had some rest and recuperation.”

Halsin nodded in agreement to Wyll’s suggestion, and as they all filed back out the door, they either patted Astarion on the back or shoulder in reassurance, showing their understanding.

“We already bathed here. I hope you do not mind.” Shadowheart spoke up after a few moments when Wyll, Karlach, Gale, and Lae’zel had left.

“No..no, of course not.” Astarion smiled faintly, attempting some form of decorum. Yet, he could not help but sob within his attempts to remain composed.

“It is alright to weep, my friend.” Halsin patted him on the shoulder again. “It’s healthier to let it out than to keep it all pent up inside.”

“I know...” Astarion seemed more frustrated by himself than anything. “We could not find her...” His teeth gritted as flashes of what had occurred that night flooded his mind.

“Who, Astarion?”

“Faceless.” His tone was bitter, angered and frustrated as he balled his hands at his sides. “She escaped... that fucking murderous bitch escaped... left the remnants of her coven to meet my blades. And meet my blades, they did. I gorged on their blood and left their innards sprawled along the walls and their limbs strewn along the floors. Faceless will have nothing but the entrails of her comrades to return to. And when she returns, I will hunt her. I will hunt her to the ends of Faerûn and rip her fucking throat out.”

With each spoken word, his anger only intensified. Shadowheart put her hand upon his arm to calm his ever-growing ire. The tears only cascaded faster down his cheeks then, creating muddy paths from their mingling with the crimson life force of the fallen.

“She will pay, my friend,” she tried to soothe him, yet even her voice shook with rage. “But now you must clean yourself up and get some rest. I am sure Tav will recover quicker with you close to her.”

Astarion wiped his wet face roughly, not bothering to address his utter shame at his outbursts. In a way, he found it almost relieving that his companions saw his weaknesses and felt them as he did. After all, they had been through countless trials together. He knew their allegiance would never wane. That thought alone caused his sobs to abate and gave way to some semblance of peace.

“Indeed,” Halsin concurred. “Rest yourself for now. Shadowheart and I shall rest soon after.”

Astarion nodded. “The guest rooms are at your disposal. And thank you. Thank you both for everything you have done for her. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Repayment is not needed. It’s what friends are for.” Halsin responded with a kind smile.

“Exactly.” Shadowheart reiterated. “You both would not hesitate to do the same for any of us.”

Astarion flushed through the blood and grime that streaked his porcelain features. “Indeed, we would. Now please, go rest. I will wash up and take vigil over her.”

Halsin nodded in agreement as he stifled a yawn. Looking out the doors of your balcony, he could see the hint of sun coming over the horizon.

“Lathander is bringing upon a new day, Astarion. Did you happen to find her ring?”

Astarion’s tired eyes shot open in remembrance. Shoving his hand in under his leather Drow armour, he bought out the ring... still attached to a rather pointed finger. Halsin and Shadowheart’s mouths dropped agape.

Astarion pulled the ring off the finger and stared at the finger with disgust.

“I was able to cut it off the bitch’s hand before she escaped,” he explained. Taking a deep waft of the finger’s scent, he promptly threw it out the open door with such force it flew far enough to fall into the river, which flowed at the far end of the garden.

“Now I will remember the cunt’s scent. I will hunt her down and destroy her if it is the last thing I do.” His face once more filled with rage and resolve, causing Halsin to look at Shadowheart with a concerned expression. They knew Astarion would keep to his word. He was resolute and stubborn like that. Alas, Astarion now, of all times, needed to be re-centered, especially now that you, his beloved, were with child.

“Astarion,” Halsin began calmly, “go and clean yourself up. When you’re done, you and I need to have a talk.”

Astarion’s expression turned to one of confusion then, but he did not question the Archdruid’s command, and went to do what he was told.

When he returned after a while, Shadowheart was now downstairs in one of the guestrooms asleep, and Halsin was sitting on the chair he had brought into the main bedroom, watching you as you slept. Upon entering the room, Halsin looked up at him with a tired but warm smile.

“Take a seat,” he motioned to the side of the bed. Astarion did so, looking down at you for a moment before he refocussed his attention on the much bigger elf.

Halsin leaned forward and gently placed the palm of his hand on your stomach, and this time, Astarion noted his action.

He squinted slightly as he spoke, “What... what are you doing?” Astarion asked, confused.

Halsin smiled broadly this time, making Astarion suddenly grow uneasy at his obvious joy.

“My hand is not merely upon her stomach...” the druid began, smiling calmly.

Astarion blinked hard, still very befuddled. “Speak plainly, Halsin,” he demanded, a slight frown knotting his brow.

Halsin tilted his head for a moment before answering. “There is something you need to know about Tav, something she was not aware of, or too shocked and afraid to tell you.”

Astarion’s mind had churned rapidly, all of Halsin’s words spinning into a chaotic clutter in his head.

“Is she dying, Halsin?! Is that what you are telling me?”

Halsin could not help but chuckle softly at Astarion’s conclusion.

“No, my dear friend,” he reassured. “She is quite the contrary.”

Astarion blinked hard again. “What, Halsin?! What in the Nine Hells is it?”

“She is with child.”

Astarion just stared at Halsin in pure and utter disbelief, and Halsin kept a level and sympathetic gaze with him as the news settled upon Astarion’s fraying senses.

“How is that... that possible? I’m technically... dead!”

“Undead.” Halsin corrected with a grin. “But undead can procreate when coupled with life.”

“Wh... what?” Astarion stuttered, his eyes wide and still clouded with confusion.

“Dhampir.” Halsin stated.

Astarion’s lip drooped as he continued to look blankly, the words not yet settling in his tired mind.

Halsin cupped Astarion’s shaking hand with his large palm and guided his hand to the very tiny bump of your abdomen, leaving Astarion’s cold fingers resting gently there.

“Close your eyes, my friend. Let me guide you.”

Astarion complied with Halsin’s request. As instructed, his eyelids fluttered closed.

“Focus all of your senses on her. Feel every sensation within reach. Close yours around your little babe here inside; let nothing else distract from their presence.”

It was barely perceptible, but to a vampire’s keen wits and the help of Halsin’s magic, the ever-so-faint essence of a new soul graced Astarion’s senses. His eyes shot open, his mouth fell slightly agape. How had he not sensed this before? Had he been so wrapped up with his carnal pleasures with you for him to have noticed? Then why had he not noticed during normal times? Surely he had not been that distracted?

“Now the real work begins, my friend.” Halsin grinned.

Astarion snapped back to reality, the daze within him beginning to lift. His face still looked stunned, like an anvil had slammed into his forehead. Were those tears he could feel stinging the corner of his eyes?

“What exactly are you insinuating?” Astarion queried hesitantly, afraid of what Halsin may reply, feeling nervous about whatever news the Archdruid was about to relay to him. Astarion knew almost nothing of children, childbirth, or even child-rearing. Whatever little he had learnt was from all your previous interactions with them back in camp and at the new orphanage Halsin had established in what were the old Shadowlands - now Lightlands - as Halsin had nicknamed it. But babies? No. Absolutely nothing. Though contemplating, or perhaps lamenting at the inability to have children with you had crossed his mind on more than one occasion.

“Besides hunting down and destroying that woman that haunts us all... you will have to be the spearhead that guides and supports Tavrin through the emotional and bodily changes she will experience with her pregnancy and then the pains of childbirth, for her sake, and the safety of the babe’s.”

Halsin’s words came down like a sledgehammer. Astarion’s jaw clenched immediately. He suddenly found himself dumbfounded, his speech almost robbed by the notion of becoming a parent. Him, a parent?

He looked between your sleeping form and Halsin, who was now eyeing him inquisitively.

“Is...is this real? There’s absolutely no mistake?”

Halsin sighed and his jaw tensed. “Of course, this is no mistake, Astarion. You are going to be a father.”

“Me?” Astarion’s voice quivered coarsely.

Halsin chuckled. “Of course, you. Who else?”

Astarion then eyed the Archdruid, causing the bear of an elf to blush and clear his throat.

“My friend, the three of us have not continued our secret tryst in quite some time. Of course you are the father. Tav would have it no other way.”

“I...am going to be a father...” The words rolled out of Astarion’s lips as easily as the salt of his tears that now rolled down his cheeks. He broke into a bright and joyful smile as the tears kept flowing. Leaning over, Astarion embraced Halsin tightly, making the larger man blush furiously. But he did not repel from the embrace, but rather relished in it. He cared deeply for the both of you, and perhaps missed the naughty nights the three of you spent with each other on the odd occasion. Halsin hoped, truly, that you would find yourselves living in peace with this child and that Faceless would no longer hound you and continue to threaten the happiness you two had built together. But the threat she still posed lingered darkly in all your minds.

Both pulling away gently, Astarion wiped his dampened eyes with his sleeve. “I’m still having a hard time believing it. I mean, I do now but... everything I had learnt about vampirism and my kind, which was very little, came from Cazador. He ensured the shroud was kept pulled well over our eyes. Being undead and all, I thought it would be impossible for us to conceive children. I now stand corrected.”

Halsin nodded, relieved that he was gradually opening up about it.

“There is one thing I know, though.” Halsin began. “Only true vampires are able to conceive with other humanoid creatures, and now that Cazador is out of the picture, well, technically, you are now a true vampire.”

Astarion pondered on Halsin’s words for a moment. “You are right...”

“Have you and Tavrin discussed offspring at all before, by any chance?” Halsin smiled softly. “Even briefly?”

“No...” Astarion paused for a moment, gazing tenderly at the smooth features of your bruised and battered face, “But honestly... it has crossed my mind on more than one occasion.”

“This can only mean one thing,” Halsin deduced as he shifted to take hold of Astarion’s chin, forcing him to avert his loving gaze away from your body to meet his. “The gods have spoken.” Halsin let go of him, a mischievous grin slipping across his broad chin.

Astarion could not help but chuckle. “I did not take you for being the teasing type, Halsin.”

“I guess the children’s humour has rubbed off on me,” he laughed as he referred to the many children that were keeping Thaniel and Oliver company back at the orphanage. “And soon there will be the pitter-patter of a little Astarion and Tavrin running around! Gods be willing, perhaps many pitter-patters of tiny feet to fill your new home!”

Astarion sat back and blinked. “Multiple offspring?”

“If you both remain busy.” Halsin teased further.

Astarion gulped. “Ah.. well, then I hope I shall live to see these ‘pitter-pattering of feet’, as you put it.”

Halsin laughed and clapped Astarion across the back jovially. “Don’t be so forlorn, my friend. All will be well with us watching over each other.”

“I know. It’s just that... I’m still reeling from all that has happened and now with this bombshell... I don’t know what to think. But I have to thank you again, Halsin, for everything. I have to thank all of you, to be honest, but you especially. I never would have thought I would have bonded with a bear of a druid so well.” He laughed at the motion, causing Halsin himself to chuckle.

“And me being a disciple of the Oak-father, never would have thought I would have coupled with an undead and a drow from the Underdark, for that matter, but here we are!”

Astarion went silent and looked thoughtfully towards his love. “Speaking of couplings...” Astarion trailed off. “Would you endure one more favour for me?”

Halsin blinked. “Oh?” He looked at Astarion curiously, his own heart beginning to pound in his chest. “A-another threesome?”

Astarion chuckled cheekily, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, I would not say no to that, but we must wait to see what our beloved Tav has to say.” His eyes narrowed on Halsin, and his grin turned salacious. “Though I am sure she would not abhor the thought. The nights the three of us have spent fucking till the morning birds sang sure were deliciously fun.”

Halsin felt his cheeks heat at the memories. They had been, indeed.

“But that is a favour for perhaps another time,” Astarion continued, his tone becoming more serious once again.

“All this cultist blood I gorged on has made me feel somewhat sick to the stomach. My palette needs cleansing and well,” he looked back down at you. “With Tav in such a state, obviously I cannot feed from her...”

“You want to feed from me?” Halsin raised a thick eyebrow.

“Only for a few moments. Just enough to get this foul blood flushed through my system and to curb the worst of my hunger. And well, with our history of the three of us... I thought perhaps you might be willing to share just a little of your healing with me?”

Halsin’s smile then took Astarion aback. He was not expecting the Archdruid to actually agree.

“As a druid, it is my duty to regenerate life. If I can give you life anew, then I will do so by whatever means necessary, my friend.”

“I never would have imagined the Oak-father to endorse such decadence between us...” Astarion started, unable to hide his amusement, yet his voice turned grave. “That is, if he actually does, of course. Not like I care, but you…”

Halsin drew Astarion in close then, much to the vampiric-elf’s shock. He pulled away just far enough to stare Astarion in his faint crimson eyes.

“Life is life, Astarion,” he murmured, a low growl entering his voice. “To celebrate giving life in whatever form one might encounter should be reason enough to bring a smile to anyone’s lips.”

The fire in Halsin’s voice stirred both fear and lust in Astarion. Yes, the three of you had some... heated interactions in the past, but this time... something felt different. Was it perhaps the emotions stirred from discovering about the unborn child, or was it merely because Halsin and his power were both desirable and dangerous and incredibly alluring, or a bit of everything, really? Either way, his cock was starting to feel tight.

Halsin placed his finger firmly beneath Astarion’s chin. “Tavrin is fast asleep and well,” his finger left his chin then and traced a trail along your elegant jaw.

His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “As the Oak-father made me a protector and a healer of the woodlands, it would be an absolute sin not to bless your carnal thirst with my own essence of life.”

Astarion squirmed in his spot and gripped his thighs tightly. That sentence alone was enough to make him grow fully hard beneath his leather trousers. Halsin, knowingly, grinned.

“That will have to wait until Tav gives us all permission, if she has the will or needs to do so,” he added as he looked at Astarion’s growing arousal.

Halsin looked away then, pushing down his own growing lust that he felt towards you both. He could not help but reminisce on the beauty of you taking hold of him, and the desire to embrace you again as he had the past times the three of you were in bed together. He could not help but shiver at the desire to have Astarion covet him with affections once more. The three of you in a sweaty, tangled mess, riding each other into oblivion, moaning and crying your praises of each other. How his mind wanted him to believe it could happen then, but with your safety a constant priority, and you currently teetering between the Abyss and the divine, Halsin would not break his promise to the Woodland Whisperer to look after you and the child within your womb first.

Astarion nodded, and a sudden guilt gripped him. “I won’t feed from you without her permission, despite my own predicament right now.” He looked down at his hardened member as it pressed against its trappings, and his brow furrowed. “I do not want to betray her. I would never...”

“I understand your sentiments,” Halsin reassured gently.

“Though I must remind you rather amusingly that it was her who initiated our little... understanding.”

Astarion could not help but chuckle then. He could remember it well. “Oh trust me, I know. And I’ll have you know, that of all of you that had tried to woo her and get into her panties at one point or another, which is all of you to be honest, you are the only one I was willing to accept aside from myself, of course.”

Halsin laughed jovially. “And I am honoured, my friend.” He glanced down again at Astarion’s tented crotch pressing up painfully under those tight leather pants. He fought his continued urges to ease the Elven vampire out of his troubles.

“Now, I think we all need to sleep,” he began, once more pushing such lurid thoughts from his mind. “Put the Eclipsed Radiance back on her finger lest you lose it and then get some rest. We can all talk again after we’ve rested enough.”

“Yes, of course.” Astarion cleared his throat as he took the ring from his clean shirt pocket and slipped it back onto your ring finger. As he did so, Halsin had stood to close the doors and curtains.

“Sleep well, Astarion.” The bear of a druid squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “And remember, all will be well.”

Astarion nodded. “Thank you again, Halsin, for everything. I owe you all a great debt.”

Halsin smiled gently. “You owe us nothing, my friend.” And with those words, he left your bedroom, closing the door behind him gently.

Sighing, Astarion slipped under the blankets and curled up beside you, watching your plump chest rise and fall from your breathing. Though your breath was still somewhat laboured, Halsin and Shadowheart’s healing was repairing you slowly. And for that, Astarion was eternally grateful.

Gently, he reached his arm over you to place his hand once more upon your stomach, focussing his senses and energy as Halsin had shown him.

After a few minutes of silence, you inhaled deeply and groaned, but remained in slumber.

Astarion stiffened as your breath rattled against his ears, and his senses focused back on your breathing.

“Just sleep, my dear. Sleep.” His words came out like a gentle plea.

With your steady and comforting breathing resuming, he felt assured that everything was finally calm. As he pressed his chest up against your sleeping form, his face rested gently against yours. Again, he focussed his senses to where his hand rested upon your belly, and a great warmth filled his entire being. He could feel them; the life that grew in you. He could now smell them, too, and tears welled up in his eyes again at the notion that all this was possible. Even though he had considered offspring before, he had never thought to bring it up to you, as he had always thought it impossible. You yourself had never mentioned children, either. Perhaps the both of you were too afraid or embarrassed to discuss it.

But it was real now, and his happiness swelled in his chest and he smiled at you sleeping beside him. If you would let him, he would love nothing more than to father more children with you one day. How he would manage running around with a gaggle of mini versions of you and himself he could not quite comprehend yet, but if it was with you, then he would manage. And with that thought lingering on his drowsy mind, he would strive to be the best father and partner that he could be.

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SECONDHAND SMOKE

─ Logan Howlett/Wolverine x mutant f! reader || WC: 2.2k

SYNOPSIS: Waiting for Logan back at the X-Mansion, he welcomes you into his arms and enjoys his cigar with you on his lap.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. SMUTTY. Thigh Riding. Dirty Talk. Kissing. Scent Kink. Light Oral (f receiving). Established Relationship. Older! X-Men Logan implied. Age Gap Implied [Logan looks to be in his 40s, Reader is in their 20s]. Reader is a telepath & telekinetic mutant with a human appearance. Telepathic communication. Logan is a tease and a lover boy, he uses multiple terms of endearment. They match each other's freak.

A/N: I've been meaning to upload another Logan fic especially since watching the D&W movie on Friday, and I wanted to share this with y'all. This story is also technically part of a larger idea, but that will be talked about later. I have other things planned for Logan as well for X-Men Logan, old man Logan, and variant Logan. That man is not going to be safe on my watch. Thank you to @ozarkthedog for the proofread and the motivation to keep writing for this man, and shout out to @zloshy for taking part in the aesthetics and the encouragement with the yap sessions. I adore you both. Anywho, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! <3

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You’ve been waiting for him all day while he was out with the rest of the leading group of X-Men, something regarding a history lesson that needed to be handled. You stayed at the mansion on Xavier’s orders, tending to the younger class of gifted mutants until the veterans arrived by nightfall. To keep yourself occupied, you perused the many books Logan kept on his shelf towards the far end of his bedroom, picking up a well-loved novel from Hemingway to delve into.

Carefully turning the pages, the wording and storytelling entranced you, each paragraph manifesting into visions that played in your head like a live-action film. Half of your senses remained in the book while the other listened for the familiar creaks of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hallway.

You sensed him before you saw him. Halfway into the book, you lift your head at the sound of the door opening, spotting Logan standing by the threshold of the room’s entryway. Closing the door behind him, he steps towards where you sat on his bed, holding your chin upwards to face him. Bending forward, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, followed by a content sigh that made a smile creep up on your face.

“Hey,” you said, meeting Logan’s softened gaze as he moved away from you to the other side of the room, plopping down on the leather armchair in a heap. He exhaled heavily through his nose, throwing his head back along the edge of the chair. “Long day?”

“The fucking longest,” Logan grumbled, his brow bone creasing before he relaxed.

“I thought you liked hanging out with Scott?” you questioned, the end of your voice trailing off into a playful tease as you sat up on the mattress.

“Sweetheart, that man has a pretentious stick up his ass. You couldn’t pay me to spend time with him.” You laughed at his mild irritation, knowing Logan’s faux vexation towards his friend was a facade to cover his true feelings of fondness.

Reaching for a box of cigars to his right, Logan clipped the cap off a fresh one and popped it between his lips, holding it by his teeth. He glanced at you, the corner of his lips curling up in a mischievous grin.

“Come here, you gotta light this for me.”

With a smile, you obliged, quickly rising on your feet and striding to where he sat in the chair, swinging your legs around to situate yourself over his denim-clad lap. Straightening your back, your eyes briefly flashed black as you materialized the metal lighter from its place on the bookshelf before Logan, flicking the spark wheel until the red flame brightened his chin. The foot end of the cigar sizzled as it burnt to ash, the familiar scent of finely aged tobacco filled your nose as he drew in his first breath.

“Sneaky.” He mumbled around the cigar, taking a harsh pull of air before curling his fingers to hold it, huffing the smoke out on the next exhale.

“I call it being efficient.” You grinned to yourself, accepting the reciprocated hum rumbling through Logan’s broad chest. Your fingers skimmed his collarbones that peeked through the white tank under his flannel, admiring the bob of his throat and the steady rise of his body whenever he breathed.

“What were you up to in here? Snooping through my shit?” His sight darted to the burgundy button-down you wore, ending right at the top of your bare thighs. He brought his free hand to caress your leg, running circles over your skin and feeling you shiver slightly under him. “I was looking for this shirt last week, you know?”

“First off, this was gifted to me,” you stated with a roll of your eyes, smacking Logan across the chest and forcing a dry chuckle out of him. “And secondly, I was waiting for you to come back.”

“Hmm, so you’re saying you missed me?”

“Surprisingly, I did.” You sneaked your other hand towards Logan’s neck, curling your fingers around the thick hair at his nape. He almost purred at the touch, smoking his cigar and looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Besides, it’s nice and quiet here. You also gave me permission to be here for your information.”

Since dating Logan, it has been a slow start to accomplishing milestones for either of you, taking things one step at a time to avoid scaring the other off. Now that things have been good between you, he gave you free reign to be in his bedroom at the mansion, usually spending the day here for some solace or sleeping in his bed instead of yours on the other side of the estate. On a mental note, he intended to make your presence in his life more permanent.

“Damn, I forgot I gave you permission to take my stuff,” Logan quipped, somehow becoming more cocky than he usually was. You loved him for it either way.

Asshole. Although you didn’t verbally say the word, he heard your voice in his mind, taking the telepathic route. His smirk widened as he took another drag of his cigar, the smoke heavy in the air as it circled the two of you.

“All yours, darlin’.” He offered you a wink, squeezing your thigh with his other hand to keep you in place, seated on his thick thighs.

You spent a few minutes talking to him, giving him a rundown of your relatively calm day and mentioning the book you read earlier. It was oddly domestic, something that most mutants would not be able to partake in, and Logan silently thanked whoever granted him the opportunity to experience it.

A comfortable silence occupied the room once Logan was halfway down his cigar. Enjoying his company, you nuzzled into his neck, taking in his natural scent. A mix of pinewood and leather filled your senses, musky and so clearly him, your belly twitched at the warmth of his body against yours. Absentmindedly, you began to litter kisses over his skin, placing a few more along the base of his throat and moving upwards to the corner of his jaw. He could smell the shift in your behavior; arousal mixing in with the lingering haze heightened his senses, and his attention was directed back to you.

“Need something?” His voice dropped an octave as he asked you, running lines up and down your leg, the sensation making you squirm.

“Need you, smartass.” Holding his face, you kissed him on the cheek and once more on the tip of his nose, reaching his lips along the way. His eyes closed at the touch, wanting nothing more than to feel the caress of your tongue and sink his teeth into your bottom lip.

“I want you too, but I’m on my smoke break.” You were ready to pout at him before Logan adjusted your positioning, shifting you more off to the side so your pelvis sat on one of his thighs. The thickness of the denim covering the hard muscle of his leg rubbed against your underwear, a moan settling in the back of your throat at the contact.

“Get yourself off while I finish this. Promise, it’ll be worth it, hun.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, knowing what he was asking for, yet your cheeks warmed under his stare. He merely shrugged, raising an eyebrow and patiently waiting for your next move.

Doubtfully, you pivoted your hips forward, dragging yourself across the vast expanse of his thigh before drawing backward. The first few passes felt strange, but you quickly found your rhythm, rocking your hips in even thrusts. The material of his jeans rubbed just right against your panties; the thin fabric that separated your body from his added more friction to your sensitive clit. Your lower spine grew warm with Logan’s free hand idly holding your waist, calmly guiding your movements over him until he was confident you got it handled.

Logan leans back into the chair and plants his feet on the floor, giving you more leverage to work with. His keen eyes take in the way you flutter yours shut, eyebrows furrowing in concentration at getting the perfect angle and drive. He can hear your heart beating in your ribcage and can feel the pumping of your blood flowing through your veins to rush between your legs.

Muffled moans pour out of you, gripping the fabric of Logan’s shirt and tilting forward a bit more, digging your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. The secondhand smoke from his cigar amplified the incessant throbbing down South, a second pulse that pounded through your body with a need clawing at your gut. The motion of your hips grew more persistent as your slick seeped into your panties, known to Logan when his nostrils flared to catch your scent in the air.

“Feeling good, princess?” You heard his voice filtering through the light mess of your thoughts, focusing on making yourself feel good under his orders. You hummed against his neck, nodding and keeping your even pacing as you leaned into his muscular body.

“Yeah, I know it’s good. Bet your pussy is just crying for me now, probably tastes just as sweet too.” Logan’s vulgar mouth only motivated you to grind your hips harder against his leg, reminiscent of a bitch in heat the more you moved over him.

There was something erotic about getting yourself off while Logan observed and enjoyed his smoke. To him, you were quality entertainment, a sight for sore eyes after a hectic day full of learning things he was trying to retain. Your mind grew clouded, full of the many ways Logan handled you, things like this that kept you on your toes the way he knew how. Flashbacks of this morning flickered before your eyes, reminiscing the feel of his tongue slipping inside you and his bicep tucked under your neck as he fucked you from behind.

Logan could picture it too, traces of your daydreams passing by in his head, instances where he made you feel so good you had nothing left to give. He wonders how wet you are, could taste your cunt on the back of his tongue, missing it since he left you with a weary grin on your face as you slept in his bed. He hopes you stained the worn denim that separated the two of you and prays that you leave your mark on him, no matter how temporary.

“Getting close?” he asked. He didn’t hear you respond, but your voice remained floating in the confines of his skull.

Yes. Fuck yes. So close. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please.

“I will sugar, promise I will.” His hand ran up the curve of your spine and gently curled around your neck, pulling you backward to hold his gaze. Your glossed-over pupils dilated at the sight of him, irises darkening and filling with ink. The embodiment of your powers made him curious at first, with blackened eyes at the indication of specific actions, but he quickly got used to seeing the signs every time he made you fall over the edge.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Make a mess on my jeans, and I swear I’ll treat your pussy the way she deserves, the way she needs. Let me feel it.”

Logan. Logan. Logan.

“Fuuuck…” You whined under your breath, doing three more harsh passes over his thigh before your body abruptly tensed, legs shaking and pressing into his hard body as the wave slammed over you. Mind clear and body lax, you hummed against Logan’s throat, pulse thumping against your lips as you placed a light kiss.

He took one last pull of his cigar before smudging it into the ashtray on the end table to his left, ideally saving whatever was left of it for after he fucks you. Wrapping his thick arms around you, he brings you closer to him, pulling your hips over his to hover over the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Need something?” you taunted, parroting his earlier words with equal tone and sarcasm.

“Yeah. Need to clean up the mess you made.”

Crashing into your lips, he kissed you deeply for the first time that night, curling his tongue around yours in affectionate swirls and releasing an audible groan. Holding you close, he stood up on his feet and picked you up with ease, strolling towards the bed in three strides. Lighthearted giggles tumbled out of you, making Logan’s heart beat in tandem with yours. The sides of his face creased as he mimicked your smile, tugging hastily at your sodden underwear and tossing them to the side. Rough fingers curled around the soft flesh of your thigh, parting your legs to admire his handiwork as he heard your voice in his head again.

Greedy.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” As if to prove your point, he licked a broad stripe up the length of your cunt, your wetness coating his tongue as he placed a complimentary kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves, re-igniting the fire he started.

“Now be good and let your old man have a taste.”

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To Nightfall

A/N: And finally, Chapter 20!! Thank you to everyone who has given this series your love and support. It honestly means everything in the world to me that you guys read and enjoy it. This series is like my first-born child and I have a very deep connection with it. The writing process for this third installment was so fun and satisfying; this was probably some of the most fun I've had writing this series. I have no idea what the final season has in store for us, but I just hope it's a happy ending so I don't have to worry too much about Five and Reader. But until then, I hope you enjoy the final chapter of To Nightfall! Thank you all so much, happy new year and much love to you beautiful people ❤️❤️

Warnings: character death, violence, blood, mentions of death/dying

Word Count: 6640

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Chapter 20: Que Será, Será

The lights within the practically turned-over laundry room sparked as the guardian stood from the ground and dragged its katana back to its side. Surrounding it were about ten of (Y/N)’s clones, all lifelessly scattered around the floor. On the other side of the room, behind the dryers, was Sloane, (Y/N), Five and Ben, all taking cover. All of them sported some kind of face wound, except for Ben.

“You, (Y/N) and countless of her clones have hit him with your axes countless times. He should be dead by now.” Ben glared at them, as if they were the issue.

“It’s the armor,” Five informed. “It’s hitting like cement.”

“There’s a space,” Sloane explained. “Between the backplates.”

(Y/N) elevated herself a bit to look over the dryer, her ax still clutched in her hands. “We need to get behind him.”

“Let’s kill this thing.” She nodded and stood to her feet.

“Sloane, wait-”

“Hey, asshole!”

Before they could stop her, she ran out of cover. Five grabbed (Y/N) and blinked away as Sloane ran up on the wall. The guardian turned to her and, like it was nothing, flung a knife towards her. She cried out in pain when her exposed waist was slashed, resulting in her crashing to the ground. The guardian roared and marched up to her.

Just as it was about to attack her, Five’s whoosh sounded from behind it. Hearing the whoosh, the guardian turned and struck Five across the face, sending him to the ground. (Y/N) gasped and dodged the swing of its katana, running to stand behind it. However, she wasn’t fast enough and ended up being forcefully kicked to the other side of the room. She screamed out in pain when her back and head came into contact with the wall, the girl nearly knocked out cold when she hit the washer below her, then the ground.

She painfully lifted her head to meet the end of a katana, her demise staring her right in the face. Her heart rate increased as she tried to move quickly, but every part of her body ached too much to move. She whimpered as the guardian lifted its weapon high in the air.

Its attention was taken off of her when several tentacles wrapped around its body. The three turned their heads to see that Ben had emerged from cover and was using his power to hold the guardian back. He yelled with the strain put on him as the guardian struggled against the tentacles. His yells turned into cries of pain when the guardian ripped itself free, tearing apart the tentacles. As soon as they were injured, they retreated back into Ben’s body for recovery. He glared up at the guardian as it turned its back to the three, rushing up to Ben with his katana at the ready.

Opponent right where she wanted it, (Y/N) forced herself to her feet with a grunt and a groan. She scooped her ax into her hands and ran up on the guardian, swinging down and hitting it in its weak spot in its back. It abruptly dropped its weapon and fell to its knees, face-planting into the ground with the ax sticking out from its back.

Safe for the moment, the four exchanged looks of relief. (Y/N) let a smile twitch onto her face as she and Ben shared a nod. Perhaps Luther and Klaus were right. Perhaps there was a bit of the old Ben in him. Somewhere.

On the fourth floor, Viktor sped through the halls in search of anyone. “Five? Allison? (Y/N)?”

As he passed by a closet, he heard a very faint ring resonating from inside, but his adrenaline was too high for him to worry about it. That was, until the door was busted down. Spinning around, he was met with Lila, who stepped out of the closet looking disheveled and very pissed.

“Finally. Someone with a power worth mimicking.”

“Lila? Why were you in a closet?”

She exhaled and went to answer, but she caught sight of a guardian down the hall. “I’ll explain later.”

At the sound of a snarl, Viktor turned to be met with the ax-wielding guardian twirling its weapon through the air. “Shit…” He sighed out. “I’m tired of running.”

“Me, too.”

They shared a look before they both rolled their shoulders back and clenched their hands into fists, Viktor summoning his energy and Lila mimicking it. Unfazed, the guardian charged for them. They stared it down as they strengthened their power.

“This feels oddly familiar.” Lila referred to the war they fought against each other in 1963.

“At least this time, we’re not aiming at each other.”

They glanced at each other before turning back to the guardian and releasing their power, blasting it back. It flew down the hall and smacked into the floor with a loud thud, its chest sizzling with the gaping hole left in it. Lila chuckled and cocked her head in the opposite direction.

“Let’s go.”

In the lobby, the quartet had entered, unknowingly joining their family. (Y/N) felt her heart flutter when she saw Klaus being helped to his feet by Viktor and Allison, groaning in pain as he held his head. “Klaus!” She cried out, running up to her brother and tightly wrapping her arms around his middle. “Oh, my god! I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Klaus groaned and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “It’s good to see you, too, sister dear.”

Viktor stepped back from Klaus to assess Five and (Y/N). “You guys look like hell.”

“You try fighting a guardian.” Five tiredly mumbled.

“We just did.”

“So did we.” Ben added.

“Klaus, I thought you were dead.” Sloane awed. Klaus nodded and waved everyone off as (Y/N) pulled away from him.

“Yes, yes, I’m alive and amazing, despite Dad’s attempts to bash my brains in, but tearful reunions later. What you guys need to know right now is that… Dad killed Luther. And he locked me out of the tunnel, and he rang that stupid bell!”

Noticing Reginald walking about the front of the lobby, (Y/N) rushed up towards him with her family following behind. “What the hell are you planning here?!”

“We don’t have time for this, my child.”

“You killed Luther!” Sloane screeched, holding her bleeding side.

“I had no choice. You refused to come together as a team.”

Ben growled and shook his head. “All of your stupid myths and stories. There were never seven bells or Norsemen. (Y/N) was right, you didn’t bring us here to save anything. You brought us here to die!”

“That’s not so.” Reginald dismissed. “Somewhere in this hotel is the key to resetting the universe. We just need to find the sigil!”

“I don’t care about your sigil!” Sloane hissed. “None of us do!”

“Yeah, we barely survived that guardian with his stupid helmet and his sickle!” Diego roared.

As everyone continued to scream at Reginald, Five’s eyes began tracing a familiar shape on the floor. To get a better view, he ran up the staircase to look from the bannister.

“The guardian we killed had an ax.” Viktor frowned in confusion. (Y/N) turned to him with the same expression.

“I killed one with a sword.”

Diego and Lila looked to each other and spoke in unison, “There’s one left.”

From the bannister, Five’s gaze trailed over the stars marked on the floor below everyone’s feet. The pattern they made was one he swore he saw countless times. The one on the tattoo he cut out of his older self, the one from Pogo’s book, the one on the pachinko machine at the Hotel Obsidian, the one Reginald had shown them in his journal. The sigil.

“Hey!” He shouted down at them. “I found the sigil! It’s on the-”

From the ceiling, glass shattered, the final guardian falling through. It threw the sickle-end of its chain towards Five and struck him in his arm. He screamed as a white-hot pain surged through his body, the boy falling to the floor.

“Five!!!” (Y/N) hollered and bolted up the stairs without a second thought. When she reached his side, she quickly sat him up and leaned him against the bannister. “Oh, god, Five! A-Are you-”

A strangled gasp left her lips at the blood spitting out of where Five’s arm should have been. Snapping her head to the side, her eyes widened at the sight of his arm lying on the ground a couple feet away from them.

Below them, the guardian landed in the lobby. It wasted no time in swinging its sickle into Klaus’s stomach, leaving a deep gash. It then tossed one of its explosives, blasting back some of them. The mace-end of its chain was thrown and sent into Ben’s abdomen. They were losing. They were all losing.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still composing herself as Five gasped and held the stub of his arm, blood spurting out from it. Thinking quickly, she ripped off the elastic waist of her harness. “Okay, okay.” She rushed in a panicked tone. “I got you, I got you.”

In the lobby, Diego had managed to land a few hits to the guardian, but they were deemed useless when the guardian simply swiped its sickle down and sent Diego to the floor in a heap. The only one left standing was Sloane.

The guardian snarled and stepped closer to her. She immediately held her hand up and used her power to halt it, but since she was already severely injured, she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. She whimpered and strained until her power gave out. Just as the guardian went to attack, it was stopped.

It was stopped by Luther.

“Nobody hurts my wife, you son of a bitch.”

The guardian turned its head to face its smirking opponent, who had appeared behind it and was holding it by the sides. Luther let out a grunt before lifting the guardian and tossing it back, the armor-clad monster flying back and crashing to the ground. Luther didn’t even look at it, his focus on his teary-eyed wife. The two smiled before he approached her and gently pulled her into a hug. Sloane couldn’t find the words she wanted to say to him, rendered speechless by his sudden appearance. Despite the slightly-healed slash through his chest, he still looked exactly like the man she married one night ago. He was still her Luther.

He glared up at Reginald, who was staring in astonishment, yet disapproval. “All those years I stayed loyal to you. You wasted my life on the moon, and for what? To use me on this stupid mission?”

“You did have a purpose.” Reginald gravely responded. “I left you to guard the most precious thing in the universe.”

“And what was it?”

“You’ll soon understand. You all will.”

Having enough of his half-answers, Luther pulled back to lovingly peer down at his wife, cradling her face in his hand. Sure, she was battered and bruised, but she still managed to be the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes upon.

Their gazes shifted to his hand when neither could feel the other’s touch anymore. Luther’s hand was fading, becoming transparent. He quickly turned to Klaus, who was splayed on the floor with his hand held out towards his brother, the blue hue surrounding his hand withering and dying out. “Klaus…”

He rasped as his other hand weakly pressed into his stomach wound. “I can’t… hold it.”

Not wanting to waste another second, he turned back to Sloane with a gentle, adoring look in his eyes. “I will love you forever. Okay?” He whispered, Sloane wobbly smiling and nodding in answer. The tighter she held him, the faster he seemed to disappear until she was left holding the empty air before her. Once again, the love of her life was taken from her. She was just thankful she could say goodbye this time. Though, as Allison and (Y/N) had warned, it still wasn’t enough.

And with one final breath, the blue of Klaus’s hand diminished as his body went limp.

From the bannister, Five let out a loud groan as (Y/N) tightly fastened the elastic strip near the end of his stub, the bleeding slowing to a stop. He would have kissed her and thanked her endlessly had they been in very different circumstances, but now was not the time. The both of them leaned against the bannister to look down at their family spread out in the lobby, their stomachs twisting when they noticed the final guardian gaining its strength and rising back to its feet.

“The sigil is in the lobby floor!” Five shouted down at them. “It’s the stars!”

“Children!” Reginald immediately called out. “Find a star on the sigil! Stand on it!”

As if on cue, Klaus sucked in a deep gasp and sat up straight from the floor with a groan, gently holding himself as he shivered vigorously. He had reanimated, and not only that, but his wound was completely healed.

“Ben, now’s your time, boy! Quickly!” Reginald shouted. Ben hesitated, but slowly stood from the floor as Sloane absently stepped to the side, stepping on the star beside her and causing the panel to click.

“Seven points, seven of us?” Viktor stumbled around in confusion. “We’re the bells?” He and Lila stepped on two other stars, the panels clicking and lighting up just as Sloane’s did. Right as Allison went to stand on a star, Reginald called out to her.

“No. Not you.”

Klaus staggered to another star and stood on it as the guardian straightened itself and situated its mask back onto its pore-cluttered face with a monstrous growl. “Hurry!” Reginald urged as Five reached the end of the stairs with his wife assisting him. “It’s the only way to stop him!”

Ben and Diego stepped on two more stars, leaving the last one dead in the middle. Allison, (Y/N) and Five stared at it before they locked eyes on each other. Awaiting the next move.

“Number Five, quickly!”

(Y/N) widened her eyes at Reginald. He wanted Five to go. Why did he want Five to go? Why not her? Why not Allison? It would make sense that Allison would be exempt from any danger considering they made a deal. Her heart hammered faster in her chest at the possibility of this being a sacrifice. She looked in the other direction to see the guardian swinging the mace-end of its chain menacingly. It was now or never.

The guardian let out a roar as she launched herself off the stairs and darted for the star. Before she could reach it, though, Five had blinked and appeared on the star. She fell to the ground at his feet and stared up at him in horror. His panel lit up and clicked before a beam of light cast down on each of the seven. A bright light glowed in their chests before a lightning-like energy blasted out of them and connected in the center to Five’s body. He cried out in pain as another string of energy shot out from their combined power and struck the guardian in its chest.

The monster dropped its weapons and shook uncontrollably until it fell to the floor, lifeless. An innumerable amount of cockroaches fled from out of the armor, causing the body to deflate into nothing.

The seven were released from the lightning-energy as (Y/N) stood to her feet slowly and stared at Five in alarm. He stared back at her and moved his mouth to speak, but instead of words, a strained gasp left his lips as his limbs locked and he threw his head back.

“Five?!” She gaped. Looking around, she realized that the other six were in the same state as him, indisposed by the beams that had them in their grip. Her eyes moved all around when she noticed every single inch of their surroundings crumbling and melting away until they stood in a bright yellow outline of what once was the Hotel Oblivion. “What’s happening…?”

Reginald walked around the seven and to the now empty front desk that rotated in a straight angle and came to a complete stop. He stepped through the opening of the desk as a hologram lifted from it, indescribable codes glowing and shifting around the screen-like surface as he used his hands to move them around.

(Y/N) watched in horror as the color drained from her family’s faces. This scene was all too familiar. She remembered the night of Viktor’s concert when he had nearly killed them all, when he had nearly killed her. She remembered her brothers and husband having the lives drained from them with their faces sinking in and their bones straining against their skin. If it was possible at all, and it proved itself to be, they seemed worse off now. Because whatever was killing them now was showing no sign of stopping. And she could do nothing to stop it.

“This wasn’t part of the deal.” Allison hurriedly walked up to Reginald. “You’re hurting them.”

“I can’t stop now.” He replied, sparing her a glance. “It’d shut down the machine.”

“What machine? I don’t understand.”

“The hotel was just a facade. We’re stuck inside a machine in another dimension. Whoever created the universe built this place.”

(Y/N) whirled on him. “What are you doing to them?!”

The beams shone brighter and the seven screamed louder.

“What are you doing?!”

“The particles inside their bodies are the only things that fuel the machine.” He explained as the same particles ejected from Harlan were being extracted from them. (Y/N) realized then that those were their lifesource, what they were made of, what fueled their powers. They weren’t entirely of this world, but of another somewhere she may never find.

Five moved his eyes to her, the only part of his body he was able to control. “You have to stop him.” He choked out. “He killed Luther. He tried to kill Klaus. He won’t stop until we’re all dead.”

And she wanted to, she swore she did, but when the volume of their cries increased along with the brightness of the beams, her need to help them spread further in her heart. Without thinking, she reached her hands out to grab hold of Five’s arm, but as soon as her hands made contact with the beam, an unbelievably striking pain shot through her body. She wailed in pain and drew her hands to her chest. She stared down at her quaking hands to see that the color had faded from them.

Allison gasped and turned back to Reginald. “You need to stop.”

“I’m almost done. And when I am, you and I will get what we came here for.”

“No, you are killing them!!!”

“Everything in life has a price.”

She glanced at her dying family one last time before whipping her head to Reginald.

“Stop!!!” She screamed, her eyes glowing that bright orange once again. Unfortunately, the hologram surrounding Reginald also acted as a forcefield, which blocked out her power, rendering her harmless.

(Y/N) was sick of it. She was sick of Reginald’s lies, his deception, his constant betrayal towards anyone in his path and the countless half-truths he spewed towards them. He cost too many people their lives. He killed Luther, he tortured her and her siblings throughout their childhood and when they tried to escape the abuse, he pulled them right back in. (Y/N) remembered that night the breaking news of his death was broadcasted on every news channel around the world. A heavy weight had lifted itself from her shoulders and for a second, she actually felt free. She would do anything to feel that again.

Anything.

The moment she spotted the sickle on the ground, she dropped to the floor and clutched it in her hands. She locked eyes with Allison, who simply nodded at her. It was the perfect opportunity, with Reginald turned away from her and completely engrossed in his work. She could end it all. She could save them all.

“This is for (Y/N).”

The girl lifted the sickle and slashed Reginald in the side of the face with it. His hands drew away from the hologram, causing the beams of light to vanish, releasing the seven. They all fell to the ground with coughs and groans. (Y/N)’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she and Allison fearfully backed away from Reginald.

Half of his face was now gone, the inside of his head anything but humane, a green substance oozing from his head rather than blood. He crashed to the ground in a lifeless heap, his otherworldly blood dripping down the other side of his face. He wasn’t human. He never was.

Figures.

Without another thought towards him, (Y/N) dropped the sickle and rushed over to Five, wrapping her arms around him and lifting him into her lap. “Five? Five, look at me. Look at me. I’m here… I’m here.”

Five coughed and weakly held her hand in his. It was deathly cold and almost limp, but she kissed it all the same. She pressed his palm against her cheek in hopes of warming it and he smiled tiredly at the sentiment. With slight difficulty, he turned his head to the side, eyes widening. “Allison…”

She looked up to see her sister standing before the hologram, her hand hovering over a glowing red button on the screen. “Allison! Stop! We don’t know what that does!”

“Allison, stop!”

Allison turned her head away to look at Viktor, who shakily got to his feet and glowed a dim blue, his power sputtering a bit. “Don’t make me do this!”

“Do you trust me?” She whispered.

He paused for a moment because, ultimately, he did trust her. As foolish as it was, he knew that after everything, Allison’s intent for her family was good. She wasn’t behind Luther’s death, she didn’t want Klaus to die. Whatever deal she made with Reginald would save them. And he believed that wholeheartedly. That was why he let his power deactivate.

“Viktor, what are you doing?” Five frowned. “Stop her!”

Allison smiled at Five with misty eyes. “You don’t need to worry about (Y/N) anymore, Five.” She sweetly whispered with genuine care in her tone. “She’ll be okay soon.”

(Y/N)’s face morphed into terror.

“She’s gonna be happy.”

Everything about that did not sit right with her at all. (Y/N) inhaled deeply and carefully stood to her feet, her hands letting go of Five. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), what are you doing?”

“I’m stopping her.”

The girl jumped over Five’s body and bolted towards her sister. Allison sniffled and smiled wider at her before turning back towards the button.

“Allison!”

Her hand reached up.

“Wait! Allison, don’t!!!”

Her hand neared the button.

“No!”

Allison pressed the button.

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The night was dark and stormy when the cab pulled up to an extravagant home settled in Beverly Hills, California. Thunder rumbled as Allison climbed out and shut the door behind her. She stared up at the house she hadn’t been to in so long. This time was going to be different.

Allison reached under the potted plant on the porch and picked up the spare house key, just where she knew it would be. She unlocked the front door and took little time to observe the interior as she made her way through the lounge room and up the winding staircase. The door to Claire’s bedroom was open, as she knew it would be. Allison stood in the threshold of the door, her heart warming and picking up pace as she smiled at the little lump on the bed, turned away from her, wearing a silk scarf for her hair. She gasped and choked on a sob as she moved towards the bed.

Exhaling, Allison sat on the edge with a wobbling smile, gently placing a hand on the child’s leg. “Claire…” She whispered.

The little girl turned, the beautiful face Allison had been yearning to see smiling tiredly at her. “What’s wrong, Mama?”

Allison joyfully laughed and brought her daughter into a tight hug. “Nothing, baby.” She sniffled. “Oh, I’m just so happy to be home.”

A lifetime without this moment felt like eternity for Allison. Her constant fighting and tears and bloodshed felt all-for-naught up until now. Now that her beautiful Claire was in her arms once again, her heart felt whole again. She didn’t think she could be any happier.

“It’s where you were always meant to be.”

Her eyes snapped open at Ray’s voice. Slowly, she turned to meet her husband, the same age as she left him in 1963, smiling fondly at her. “Hey, baby.”

She tilted her head with a grin, her entire chest warming with the growth of her heart. Ray’s smile widened before he nodded to Claire. Allison looked back to her daughter and took her smiling face into her hands, thumbs caressing the apples of her cheeks and her lips pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Everything she wanted was right here, in the home she had missed so dearly.

She hoped (Y/N) was just as happy where she was.

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The ding of the elevator sounded before the doors slid open. It revealed five pathways that all met in the center of the outside memorial, where a stone platform stood. Viktor stepped out first, followed by Five, then Diego, then Lila, then Ben, and then Klaus. The six slowly walked about the greenery around them that stood between each pathway as some sort of decoration.

“Cool.” Lila laughed. Five walked up to the stone platform to see that it held a statue of Reginald’s head. He looked down at the plaque engraved in the stone.

OBSIDIAN MEMORIAL PARK

Graciously Donated By

SIR REGINALD HARGREEVES

The 1st Day of October 1989

Another timeline with Reginald Hargreeves.

Viktor turned his head back to the elevator when he noticed someone else step out of it, a bright smile stretching across his face. “Luther?”

Luther looked around at them with wide eyes and a hopeful smile as his brother approached him. “Oh, shit. You can see me?!”

“Yes!”

“I’m alive?!”

“Yes!”

“I’m alive!” He cheered as Viktor threw himself into his arms, Luther catching him and holding him tight.

“Luther’s alive!” Klaus cheered as well.

“Oh, my god!” Lila grinned.

Now back on his feet, Viktor took a look at his brother and gaped in amazement. “Wait. That’s not all, big guy.”

“Huh?”

Luther looked down at his body and realized that his abnormally large muscles and beastly body hair was gone. Once again, he was back to his normal size. His size before Reginald had injected him with that serum. “Whoa! Oh, shit! My body! Wait.” He marveled at his figure as Klaus joined his side. “I look amazing.”

“Luther’s all svelte now.”

“Wait. I gotta show Sloane!”

Five lifted his arm and then froze when he realized he lifted his arm. “I got my arm back…”

“This is so cool. W-Wait… Where’s Sloane?”

Klaus blinked a few times. “Oh, she was, uh… She was right behind me-”

“When Allison hit the button.” Lila reminded.

“She’s gone, too.” Diego pointed out.

Five’s heart sank to his stomach when he didn’t spot his love anywhere. He twisted his body every which way in hopes that she would emerge from a corner or step out of the elevator. “(Y/N)’s gone, too… Has anyone seen (Y/N)?!”

“Last I saw her-”

“She was trying to stop Allison.”

“Would they be in the same place?”

He held his head in his hands as his siblings’ voices overlapped. He tried to wrap his head around it all. They were in a different timeline. They were standing in the hotel. Well, where the hotel used to be. Reginald had done it. He reset the universe.

“You got your fingers back!” Lila gasped and held Diego’s hand, the man grinning in relief.

“Sloane? Sloane!” Luther called out before marching up to Five and fisting the front of his suit jacket. “Hey, I don’t care about your resets, alright? I want my wife back. Where is she, Five?”

Five lifted his head. “I’m glad you’re alive, but take your hand off me.”

“Not until you give me an answer.”

“My wife is missing, too, Luther, and I would like to get to the bottom of it if you would let me go.” He jerked his body forward, but nothing happened. He was still in the same spot. He didn’t jump. “Something’s wrong…”

“That’s right. You’re about to get your ass kicked.”

“Yeah, kick his ass.” Diego excitedly grinned.

“No, you moron. My power.” Five frowned at Luther. “I can’t blink.”

At once, everyone tested out their power. Luther clenched his fists, but they didn’t squeeze nearly as tight as they used to.

Diego twirled his knife in his hand, but it slipped from his fingers and clattered to the ground.

Klaus held his inkless palm out to summon a spirit, but nothing happened.

Ben shut his eyes and braced his core for his tentacles, but nothing within him moved.

Viktor tried to summon his energy, but his hearing was no longer advanced enough to listen to the sounds around him.

“This means I’m mortal again?” Klaus whined. “Awe, man!”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Ben shook his head. “How do we get ‘em back, you idiots?”

No one answered, because no one had a single clue as to what they just got themselves into. Luther began to back away. “I gotta… I gotta go find my wife.”

Klaus gasped and turned to Luther as he ran down one of the pathways. “No! Luther, you can’t go. You were dead five minutes ago. You’re fragile!” He turned back to his family. “I gotta go after him.”

“No. Wa- Klaus, wait!” Diego called as Klaus followed after Luther.

“I’m out, bitches.” Ben hissed and strode down another pathway.

“Guys, come on!” Viktor called out. “We should stick together and figure this out-”

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” Diego questioned. Lila looked up at him with raised brows.

“Live our lives?”

The two clasped hands and shared a hopeful nod before heading down another pathway. This left Five and Viktor to stare at each other in disbelief. Just like that, the family was once again separated. Five couldn’t entirely blame them, but a part of him felt betrayed by his siblings.

He couldn’t think about that right now, though. Because he had his own agenda. He needed to find (Y/N).

Without a word, Five turned and exited down another pathway. Viktor’s shoulders slumped as he watched him go. He had no idea what this new timeline had in store for him, for his family. Was there another apocalypse to come? Could they finally live in peace as they so desired? He didn’t know. All he knew was that everything they had gone through, every hardship within their lives, had started and ended with Reginald Hargreeves.

“Asshole.” He spat at the statue before heading down the last pathway, leading him into a world run by the very man he thought he defeated.

None of them knew it yet, but the water they stepped into was deeper than they ever anticipated. None of them knew it yet, but they had just set out their new lives…

In a Reginald Hargreeves dystopia.

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As soon as (Y/N) creaked her eyes open, she shut them tight against the glaring sunlight that seeped through her blinds. She groaned and lifted her head, gingerly rubbing her temples to soothe the aching. She did it again. She stayed up too late. She couldn’t keep doing this, but the deadline for her drafts was approaching quicker than she thought.

Wait.

Her drafts?

She blinked and frowned down at the typewriter before her, a half-finished chapter typed out on the paper. She vaguely remembered working on this chapter what felt like a lifetime ago. Before the news report, before the funeral.

A tiny bark had her head snapping over to the left, where she saw a small golden retriever bounding up to her and pawing at her pajama pants. Her heart fluttered. “Mr Pennycrumb…?”

The puppy happily yapped and pawed at her calves. With a joyful laugh, she gently picked him up and scratched behind his ear just like she knew he liked, giggling giddily as he licked at her face. “Oh, my baby! I’ve missed you! Yes, I missed you, baby!”

Mr Pennycrumb wiggled and jumped off her knees, landing on the floor and skittering out of the slightly ajar door. (Y/N) shook her head and blinked rapidly as she looked around. She was in her old bedroom. The bedroom she used to share with Anthony. The bedroom she never thought she would return to.

“What the hell?”

She stood and headed over to the door, but froze when she passed by her mirror. Slowly, she backpedaled until she was staring at herself. Immediately, her hands flew to her chest and she gaped at her body. She nearly jumped for joy at the sight of her adult self staring right back at her. No longer was she in that prepubescent body. Yes, she felt a bit less energized now that she was older once again, but she preferred this much more than what she was forced into for so long.

(Y/N) gasped and reached her hands up to run over her now scarless face. Those dreadful lines that interrupted her features and reminded her of such a terrifying time in her life, were gone. She could feel tears building up in her eyes at her relief. When she blinked them away, she noticed that her hands were back to their original skin color. It was like she was completely reset. Did this mean Five was back to normal?

“Oh, god… Five!” She ran to her bedroom door and flung it open. “Five!”

She choked on her words at the two heads that perked up at her voice, distracted from their morning cartoons. She nearly fell into the wall as tears she didn’t even feel building up this time started to spill down her face.

“Mama!”

“Good morning, Mama!”

(Y/N) sobbed and ran to the couch with open arms. “My babies!”

Jada stood on the couch and jumped into her mother’s arms, wrapping her little legs around her waist as (Y/N) crushed her daughter against her. “Jada! Oh, my sweet baby girl!” She pulled away to press kiss after kiss to her soft cheeks, the girl’s heavenly giggles causing more tears to escape. “Oh, my god… Oh, my god… I missed you, babyface. I missed you so much!”

Jada gave her mother a kiss on the cheek before she was gently set back down on the couch. (Y/N) picked up Michael and gave him the same treatment, which surprised him, since he was told that he was getting too heavy for her to hold.

“Mama’s baby boy! My beautiful baby boy! I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I was gone! Mama’s never leaving you again, you hear me? Never. Never ever!”

“No more business trips?”

“No more business trips.” She peppered kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his lips.

“Mama! Gross! Stop!” He laughed and wiggled out of her grip until he landed on his feet.

(Y/N) kneeled before her babies and brought them into a tight hug. “I’m so happy I’m home…”

“I’m happy you are, too.”

She let go of the children and turned to see her mother exiting the kitchen with a soft smile, her signature purple slippers on her feet. “You’ve been working yourself to death lately.”

“Mom…?”

“I made breakfast. It’s still warm, so I suggest you get it now-” She stopped when (Y/N) threw her arms around her and hugged her tight. Furrowing her brows, she slowly hugged back. “Um… Alright. Good morning to you, too, honey.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” (Y/N) sobbed. “This is- Oh, god- This is-”

“Hey, hey. Breathe, (Y/N).” She pulled away and wiped her daughter’s tears away. “Wow… You really need to work out a sleep schedule. Here, why don’t you have some coffee?”

That was when (Y/N) remembered. “Oh! Where’s Five?”

“Who?”

She blinked. “Five. My husband. I-I introduced him to you.”

“Honey, what? Are you talking about Anthony?”

The front door to the house opened, (Y/N)’s face dropping at the man who stepped inside.

“Dad!”

“Daddy’s home!”

Michael and Jada ran up and hugged Anthony, who was alive and well. He was dressed in business casual attire and his goatee was freshly trimmed. He set his briefcase down and picked up Jada, gently kissing her cheek. “Ya miss me?”

“No more business trips for you, either, Daddy!”

“Yeah, you and Mama have to stay here with us and Grandma from now on!”

Anthony softly laughed and shut the door behind him, plopping Jada back onto the couch and ruffling Michael’s hair. “I’ll think about it, alright? Morning, Mom.”

“Welcome back home, Anthony.” (Y/N)’s mother hugged the man and kissed his cheek. “How was your trip? You’re just in time for breakfast.”

“Smells great. I’ll tell you all about it.” He gently smiled at her before pulling away and turning to (Y/N), his smile melting into a more tender one as he walked up to her. “Hey, baby…”

(Y/N) couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. This wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be. Anthony was dead. She had to see his body for the autopsy. She had to put his funeral together. He couldn’t be here.

But then again, Mr Pennycrumb was from the sixties.

When Anthony brought her into a kiss, she closed her eyes for only a moment, she only kissed back for half a second, she relived her old life for a speck of time before her eyes flew back open. Because this was not her husband. Not anymore. She was promised to Five, devoted to him, and she had no intentions of changing that. Not even for Anthony.

He pulled away and gently kissed her forehead. “Did you just wake up?”

“I… um…”

“You know she did.” Her mother chuckled and walked into the kitchen. “She was up again, trying to finish her drafts.”

“She’s a hard-working woman.” He squeezed her arm. “It’s what I love about her.”

(Y/N) watched Anthony walk into the kitchen with wide eyes, her mind racing. As she examined her home, she recognized minor differences. Anthony’s obituary was no longer sitting on its own shelf, Ben’s favorite books were missing from her collection, the family photos were updated. The last time Anthony held Jada, she was just a baby. But those photos couldn’t have been taken more than a few months ago. Swallowing, she looked down at her hand.

The white bracelet that belonged to Sparrow (Y/N) no longer took its place on her wrist. She never even remembered taking it off. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

Her new wedding ring was gone, replaced with the old one she had taken off long ago. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right at all.

“What’s wrong, Mama?”

(Y/N) turned to the couch to find her children staring at her with big, curious hazel eyes, Mr Pennycrumb happily wagging his tail between the two.

“Oh, god…” She shook her head as the aching in her temples worsened. “Something is… very wrong.”

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