#noncanon: Henry

[airship-full-of-dragons]

it's the regularly scheduled (not it's just been a while) Look at my Skeleton Oc Dragons time again

[littlesliceofimmortality]

was meant for ajuneofdialtown BUT..tis no longer june..good thing summer is forever :-)

[ID: A drawing of various Dialtown characters walking on a beach in differing swimwear attires. From left to right are Randy, Jerry, Mingus, Norm, Gingi, Oliver, and Karen.

Randy wearing a sunhat, a blue swimshirt, lighter blue trunks, as well as swimshoes. His skin is slightly burnt and scarred. They hold up the top of their hat as they push Jerry on a beach wheelchair, different from the one seen in-game. It is blue and has larger, rounder wheels. Jerry is seen shirtless with top surgery scars shaped like two phone receivers. His swimming trunks are brown like his head. They are the only two, spare Gingi, without sandals.

Mingus has a sunhat that is purple with a pink flower. She seems happy as she carries nothing, only holding a cane with a sand-friendly tip. Her swimsuit is a one-piece that frilly and in a purple that matches her hat. Norm is next to her with a visibly disgruntled face, sweating as he carries both an umbrella, a water bottle, and Gingi on his back. She has on an American flag patterned strawhat, American flag patterned bikini top, and American flag patterned trunks. The umbrella she carries is American flag printed as well.

Gingi has a phone for a head, but it is barely visible as it is tossed over Norm's shoulders. It has the aquatic variant of the tail, seen sticking straight up.

Oliver has on his fez with five beads attached to the string, the colors making the transgender flag. His button-up is the same colors as well, although it isn't buttoned up. It casually carries a bag as it walks next to Karen, who is wearing a brown two-piece swimsuit. She holds a rolled-up towel beside her head as she strolls, also casual. Her skin also appears sunburnt, and is freckled with moles across her body.

/End ID.]

[gamequoteshowdown]

Quote 1: "For one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole. Don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend." - Henry Emily, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator

Quote 2: "They’ll pay for this." - Mickey, Kingdom Hearts

Propaganda

Quote 1: I say this as a major fnaf fan, fnaf only has like 3 genuinely really good moments and this is the best of them. It fucking rules. Also it’s worth noting the guy Henry’s talking to/about has a sort of parallel quote in the third of the noncanon book trilogy, “the devil has knocked on my door before, and I’ve turned him away.” Just think that’s neat - Submitter

Quote 2: Mickey thought Goofy was dead after he got hit in the head with a rock. So, he dramatically says this before throwing off his coat, summoning a keyblade(basically a sword) and then goes on a rampage. (Link to clip cause it's fucking beautiful) - Submitter

[cabeswaterdrowned]

for the ship asks: Noah/Blue and/or Noah/Blue/Gansey

Blue/Noah

Whether I ship it or not: yes I really do! They’re one of my favorite noncanon trc pairings tbh. I do think I was more actively into them on some previous rereads compared to recently but I still think they’re neat <3

Why I ship it or not: I mean they’re a lovely relationship whether you ship them or not, I love that Noah so immediately likes Blue (although obviously that was partly about her energy) that makes her feel more at home in the group, and as I mentioned in my notes consistently throughout the series when Blue is at her loneliest (the scene post the boat debacle in tdt / the kiss scene in tdt / the guiding counselor scene in BLLB) Noah will manifest and sort of reflect certain aspects of her feelings or allow her an outlet for them when normally it’s Blue who is the mirror to other chars, but Noah is also a mirror so that gets into an interesting territory the magic/world building of trc functioning as a metaphor for relationships and char work which is always my favorite way for magic in trc (and in many fantasy stories tbh but specifically in this context) to be utilized. So I think there is something very special to their scenes because of that thread and even though they don’t have as many as some other combos they tend to be emotionally impactful to me from that perspective. I generally enjoy when in paranormal stories there’s a blurred line or connection between love and death which is a big thing going on here but I’ll go into my thoughts on that in my Gansey/Blue/Noah answer otherwise I’ll be repeating myself. I also think while a lot of their interactions are very soft and adorable there’s often an undercurrent that’s just a little bit fucked up, such as Noah parasitically feeding off Blue’s energy (which she lets him do because she loves him so much..) or something of that nature, which makes it like. Real sweet but also real creepy, which is appealing to my tastes.

My opinion on their canon potential (chemistry, canon interactions, etc): well their kiss scene is definitely my favorite kiss scene in either series tbh but can you even call it a kiss with chemistry, or a kiss without chemistry for that matter, given it’s function in the story? That could be its own theoretical debate lol but I do think they consistently have really sweet moments of physicality such as the hair touching and hand holding and the pretzel-of-ghost-boy-and-not-psychic-girl scene. And like, it’s trc it’s the Gangsey there’s canon basis for p much everything ship wise.

My opinion on fanon interpretations/fandom around it (Favorite widespread hcs, pet-peeves, etc): I mean it isn’t that popular as a ship so would welcome more content around it.

Gansey/Blue/Noah

Whether I ship it or not: absolutely! one of my favorite triads in the Gangsey, actually there was a time a few years back where I would have called them my favorite that isn’t the case anymore since other ot3/triad dynamics have caught my eye more / I feel more strongly about at least 3 others than I do about this one, but it’s still really up there. Love them

Why I ship it or not: first of all on a thematic level there’s a lot to dig into with the three of them together. While obviously there is a lot going on in trc that is not the literal blurb, in theory the series is built around the idea of killing your true love with a kiss and the Blue x Noah kiss is essentially her first kiss with death because that’s what her kiss was always going to be, on my Blue Pinterest board I have a section labeled “her first and last kiss” (quote from that scene in the book) as my Gansey/Blue/Noah section. I just love the symmetry of the concept a lot. And then obviously just the transference kiss as a concept speaks to ot3 shipping imo. And then you have Gansey/Noah parallelisms re: their deaths and also the Whelk/Noah Gansey/Adam as foils part, and Blue and Noah being the two chars (besides maybe Henry which is a little different) who understand Gansey best which includes understanding his suicidality … there’s just a lot there that’s interesting imo and certain links between all three dynamics so that’s the perspective from which I enjoy it mostly.

My opinion on their canon potential (chemistry, canon interactions, etc): well Bluesey are canon and have plenty of chemistry imo, and I answered Blue x Noah already. I’m not going to say I think Gansey/Noah chemistry ranks high in terms of Gansey’s male friendships I do think it probably is the least homoerotic of them but like. There’s A Lot of competition to be fair. And there are moments (particularly the TRK scene where Gansey is swimming) that feel that way even if it’s less than other dynamics.

My opinion on fanon interpretations/fandom around it (Favorite widespread hcs, pet-peeves, etc): again mostly that I would like more exploration of it

[the-kinfesssional]

the list of kins starts now with probably one of the bigger ones being

Pokemon- 34 kins (stretched across fictionkin, ockin, and otherkin)

Cookie run- 32 kins (four ockins the rest are canon somewhat)

Dream smp (the bad source)-22(one oc kin the rest are damp and adjacent kins)

hermitcraft- 10 (All somewhat canon kins, sept doom guy who is non canon but heavily headcanoned as being two peoples dad)

genshin- 4 (aether, scaramouche, Lyney, n venti. weirdest combination ever)

sanders sides- 4 (one oc the rest are canon)

regretevator- 6 (roblox games are fun)

cult of the lamb- 1 just the lamb

yandere sim(gods help us these sources)- 1 (ayato, the male stand in for the yandere main character)

the binding of issac- 1 (Azazel, lil demon guy)

Omori- 4 (kel, basil, omori, sunny)

yo-kai watch- 1 (casanono)

Henry stickman series- 1(Charles)

RTGames miitopia playthrough- 2(magical john and chat)

food fantasy- 2 (Coffee and chocolate)

kid Icarus games- 2(Pit and dark pit)

stardew valley- 3(elliott, shane, and krobus)

IB- 1 (Garry)

the amazing digital circus- 1(Jax)

FNAF- 3(Vincent, fnaf movie mike, and jeremy Fitzgerald from a altered rebornica au)

john doe- 1(john doe)

Danganronpa(the gods do not hear our pleas for it to stop)- 4(ockin, shuichi, nagito, kiibo)

vocaloid- 2 (Len and KAITO)

Kirby- 4(Kirby, Marx, Taranza, Meta knight)

Legend of zelda series- 7(JUST A BUNCH OF LINKS and one sidon)

Mario series- 1(Luigi)

splatoon series- 1(Ockin replacement for agent 8)

Wild kratz- 1(Martin)

Phighting(another roblox game yay!)- 6 (One noncanon/ockin the rest are from the source canonically)

phoenix wright ace attorney- 1(Phoenix)

the ugly duckling analog horror somehow- 1(younger version of the ugly duckling)

the stanley parable ultra deluxe- 2(Narrator and timekeeper)

don't starve- 3(Wilson, Wes, and Webber)

Mystreet/diaries(?)- 1(Zane Ro'meave)

that should be it, sorry for the long list we have alot of sources... -🕯️🐑🗡️

Intresting, and that's ALOT of kins.

/lh

Also dies I can't include every single one of your sources . Stupid Tumblr tag limit

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

For the secondary yr ask game 1-4, 10.

hello hello

Favorite secondary character I love them all! It's hard to pick just one, but I think maybe Henry takes it. He's so funny and mostly nice. Entertainment 10/10. Also I was named briefly the president of his fan club, so I might as well go all in.

2. Favorite secondary romantic and/or sexual pairing canon or noncanon? Because those are two different answers lol. Canon is Stedrika, I think. I just love them. There's something so believable and relatable about the way they fell for each other throughout the seasons. Non canon is probably Nilcent. I'll die on that hill. (Liking them as couples does not excuse their behaviors)

3. Favorite platonic friendship Maybe Maddie and Felice? Maddie seems like she really tries, despite being far from perfect, and Felice really needed that. Felice is a main character, but I'm sneaking her in here. (I'm trying not to say the big main character ones like Felice and Wilhelm or Simon and Ayub because obviously those would win, but this is about secondary characters.) Walter and Alexander's background friendship in season 3 is also a lot of fun to watch and very very sweet lol.

4. Favorite triad or polyship I answered this one here.

10. Favorite s1 scene centered on a secondary character Can I give you a funny answer? Because truly one of my favorite moments in the entire show is when Vincent and Nils are pretending to play chess and moving the same piece. It's a very short moment in S1E4 right before August interrupts them and it never ever fails to make me laugh. Honorable mentions: Henry and Walter bonding over their parents dating in high school; Stella and Fredrika telling Felice she's been named for Lucia; Vincent asking who was willing to go down on their principal.

list here

[bongo-thebear]

Henry emily age regression send tweet. William afton age regression send tweet.

Block first tag of this to avoid these rambles. Ok more rambles below

In my best most wholesome noncanon thoughts, they both get to delve into what this means and how they can help themselves use it. William sets up a box with some toys and a blanket and maybe some cute, soft clothes. Coloring pages from their restaurant. Probably invests in getting henry something for chewing, though he'd probably prefer something he can grasp onto, and tougher than a pacifier.

William notices he's stressed or getting a bit sloppy or whatever else signs. Hey, baby bear, do you want to take some time to winddown? And then he actually helps henry go into that soft state of mind. Lets him cry, lets him relax and have only the cares and worries a baby should have. William afton would be worlds best caregiver. Most coddling and pampering and thinks babymode henry is the cutest thing in the world.

Though i dont think Henry would be able to provide the same support. He talks to his own actual child daughter nearly the same way he talks to adults. He's happy to give william space and let him daze out, to do childish things. Doesn't blink an eye if he brings out a pacifier or more childish clothes. Just sorta. Thumbs up. He probably is decent at it, but not what william really really wants. Forever unsatisfied and left either slightly content or grumpier than before. *insert that little poodle dog standing on 2 legs doing a human hand peace sign*

[bon-bons-kindiner]

hiii,,! monstermangle back again!! been a bit, haha,,

recently kinfirmed myself to be a noncanon fazbear/fredbear's employee, and i was wondering if i could get some timeline questions?

vague context; was a walk-around preformer and my only real character i played was "Yellow Rabbit" / SpringBonnie, i mainly stayed around the older kids, teens, and adults. i also worked nights sometimes whenever they needed me to, and that was...almost always the case. haha.

but yeah. thats. kinda all i remember, and i was hoping to get some questions to see if i can remember anything else!

sorry for the ramble

-monstermangle

Hello, Hello, monstermangle! Apologies for the delay, between tumblr not giving me notifications and me moving I hadn’t seen your order. No worries about the ramble, I love hearing about people’s timelines! Please let me know if you want anything changed, have a faz-tastic day, and do tell me your answers if you feel so inclined!

For your questions:

What did you look like?

Did you enjoy performing?

How was the night shift?

Did you work in mutiple locations, or just one?

Did you want to perform as any other character or were you happy as Springbonnie?

Did you ever interact with William or Henry? If so, what did you think of them?

Did you have fun?

[airship-full-of-dragons]

^ guy who's a horrible permanent fusion of these two with one of them being dead in a horrible accident. if you even care btw

oops. turns out i wanted a green boy

[purpleshoenickelhuman]

Thinking about Fionna and Cake but with Dream SMP (R.I.P.) characters in their place. Ideas so far:

C!Wilbur as

A: Simon - both have a white streak, mental health issues, a history with identity issues/becoming alternate selves, and a longing for (some of) the past. He would still be an antiquarian and wants to get his partner back (either Sally or C!Quackity as Betty/Golbetty). Ghostbur could be like Ice King

B: Marshall Lee/Marceline - both part supernatural being (Death/Mumza (Goddess) + Philza (Angel) = Wilbur), has a history with being frenemies/rivals and has a (hinted) relationship with a specific character (cc!Wilbur said romantic c!quackbur/c!tntduo was noncanon, but cc!Quackity said he liked it/wanted it to be (not sure if /j or /s), plays music and sings. Not sure who his Simon would be. Since C!Quackity is Bubblegum/Gary, maybe the Candy Kingdom is Las Navadas

C!Tommy as

A: Finn and a genderbend version as Fionna. Maybe C!Tubbo or Henry as Jake

B: Marceline b/c crime boys duo and older brother Wil. No shipping/romance involved

C!Dream or C!George as either Marceline or Bubblegum. C!Puffy or C!Sam would be Hudson

C!Sapnap as Marceline/Marshall Lee and C!Bad as Hudson. Maybe C!Karl or C!Quackity as Bubblegum/Gary

[thatonelesbianfander]

The Ghost and the Reaper Afterstory Part 3

Fandom// Sanders Sides

TW// Swearing, Crying, Yelling, Screaming, Death, Dead body, Murder, Violence, Knife, Weapons, Fire, Abuse mention

Word count// 5488

Description// 5 years after the Living Spirit’s Uprising, the reapers have taken over the world, replacing every form of government with their own. Any information regarding what really went down during the uprising is heavily censored and if anyone were to speak out against the reapers or try to reveal the truth, they would be killed on sight. This story follows history major college student, Remy Prince, their brother, Romulus Prince, and their partner, Jan Martinez, as they find out that the uprising is not all that they were taught it was.

Characters// Remy Prince (non canon), Jan Martinez (noncanon), Romulus Prince (noncanon), Henry Martinez (noncanon), Nico Flores, Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders, Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders

Pairings// JanxRemy, Demus/Dukeceit, Karrot Kings

AU// The Ghost and the Reaper AU

Masterpost // Previous

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Thomas and Roman sat in their cell with the others, Roman laying his head on Thomas’s lap as she slept.

”This fucking sucks,” Virgil said, his arms crossed.

”Hey, at least we’re together now, right?” Patton said.

”I guess… But we’re still locked up in a cell,” Logan replied. Thomas played with Roman’s hair, Roman opening her eyes and looking up at Thomas. Thomas smiled down at him, pushing some hair out of his face.

”So, what do we do now?” Virgil asked.

”I don’t know… We can’t really do anything since they have us locked up in here and refuse to open the door,” Thomas replied.

”You know… When I said that I wanted to be with you guys again… This isn’t what I really envisioned…” Roman said.

”I know… They’ve just locked everyone from the uprising up… They did it to the living as well,” Virgil said.

”Hm…” Roman said, sitting up.

”Are you good, bud?” Thomas asked.

”Yeah, I’m fine, Pa. I was just thinking…” Roman said.

”About what?” Thomas asked.

”Well, I mean… Nico was able to bust out of jail with some of his new friends… Maybe we could do the same?” Roman said.

”Roman, that’s impossible. This door locks by some otherworldly force, Nico’s door was just locked by a key. It would take some insane luck for it to open-” Logan started before being cut off by the sound of multiple doors swinging open in rapid succession. The five looked out the now open door, looking at each other before hearing people bolting out of their cells.

”What was that about insane luck again?” Roman asked.

”Shut up,” Logan said, glaring at Roman.

”Okay, let’s get out of here before the door closes again,” Virgil said. The other four nodded, everyone getting up and bolting out the door with their stuff. They ran down the hallway behind the crowd of people. The five bolted down the hallway, running into Henry just before a turn.

”Henry! You’re here too?” Thomas asked, Henry turning towards the five.

”Yeah… I just died a few minutes ago and they just fucking threw me into a cell with no context whatsoever,” Henry replied.

”That happened to me after I ascended as well,” Roman said, Henry turning to Roman.

”Ah! Roman, right?” Henry asked.

”Yeah, I don’t think we ever met during the uprising,” Roman said.

”Yeah, we didn’t. Flowers always talked about you when we shared a cell together in the living world,” Henry said, shaking Roman’s hand.

”Flowers?” Roman asked.

”Yeah. Nico. You know?” Henry replied.

”Is Nico okay?” Thomas asked, concerned.

”I don’t know… I-” Henry started before being cut off by a loud screaming. The three turned towards the sound, seeing a reaper flying towards a wall, slamming into it. Nico soon emerged from the hallway that the reaper flew down, running over to the reaper and kicking them in the face multiple times.

”Fucking stay down, goddamnit! I’ve literally hit you 20 times now! Stay down!” Nico said, knocking the reaper out. He stepped back a little, putting his hands on his knees while breathing heavily.

”Nico…?” Thomas said. Nico looked over to Thomas, his eyes widening.

”Thomas…” Nico said. He walked over to Thomas, Thomas meeting him halfway.

”Is that really you…” Nico asked, tears forming in his eyes. Thomas put a hand to Nico’s face, holding his cheek. He smiled, nodding at Nico. Nico smiled, hugging Thomas and sobbing into his shoulder as Thomas hugged him back.

”I missed you! I missed you so much! It was so difficult without you!” Nico sobbed, Thomas holding him close.

”It’s okay, Nico… I’m here,” Thomas said, putting a hand to Nico’s face. Nico leaned his head into Thomas’s hand, smiling at him.

”I’m so sorry… I couldn’t keep my promise… I couldn’t protect the twins… I…” Nico started, tears falling down his face.

”Nico… You did everything you could… Hell, you took a fucking bullet for Remus! You gave Roman a comfortable final resting space, you brought Remus back to the living land, you comforted them when they were sad… You did so much more for the two of them than you think… That’s all I needed you to do…” Thomas said, smiling at Nico. Nico smiled back, holding Thomas as he kissed him. Thomas kissed back, they two staying in each other’s embrace until they had to pull away. Nico smiled at Thomas, looking at him lovingly.

”I love you so much,” Nico said. Thomas smiled back.

”I love you too,” Thomas said. The others walked up to the two, the two turning to the others.

”Nico…” Roman said. Nico walked over to Roman, grabbing his hands. He smiled at Roman, Roman hugging him as tears formed in her eyes.

”I was so scared without you! They wouldn’t tell me where you were! I thought something bad happened to you! I-” Roman cried.

”Shh… It’s okay… I’m here now,” Nico said, smiling at Roman.

”So, what are we doing now, Flowers?” Henry asked. Nico pulled away from Roman, taking the box out of his pocket.

”Everyone. Touch the box,” Nico said. The others nodded, each touching part of the box. Nico pushed the button on the top of the box, everyone fading from view.

The group reappeared in the graveyard, seeing the sight in front of them. Remus bolted towards Alan, screaming.

”I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! YOU GOT MY FATHER KILLED! YOU MADE MY SIBLING HANG THEMSELF! YOU MURDERED MY DAD! YOU MADE ME HATE MYSELF AND MY BEST FRIEND! YOU’RE A FUCKING BASTARD! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!” Remus yelled, hitting Alan repeatedly with a bat. Alan pushed Remus away, Remus stumbling back. Alan grabbed Remus by the neck, Remus struggling to get out of his grip. Janus came up behind Alan, hitting him in the head with the bat Remus had dropped.

”Hands off my partner!” Janus yelled, Alan dropping to the ground, holding the back of his head. Janus caught Remus as they fell forward a little, glaring at Alan.

”Wow. You would really treat the person you call your father this way?” Alan said, looking up at Janus.

”I do not consider you my father. I haven’t considered you like that ever since the beginning of the uprising. You are too late to try to toy with my feelings about you, those have hardened to stone,” Janus said, pointing the bat at Alan. Alan glared at Janus, looking around to see Remy, Jan, and Romulus standing near the car. Alan kicked the bat out of Janus’s hand, punching it in the stomach before charging at the three. Alan took out a knife, raising it above his head, about to attack the three before being interrupted by Remus tackling him again.

”Leave the kids out of this! This is between you, me, and Janus,” Remus said, glaring at Alan. Janus walked over to the two, picking Alan up and holding him as Remus grabbed out a knife.

”You took everything from me. You made me into my worst nightmare. I never wanted to be like this. So, we’re going to do this the hard way. You’re going to die, and me and Janus are going to make it so no one has to be told what to do with their afterlife again,” Remus said, pointing the knife at Alan. Alan glared at Remus.

”If you kill me, you’ll just be proving everyone right. Killing me would only make you seem evil,” Alan said.

”I don’t care about how people see me anymore. Hell, I don’t even care about my own life anymore! You made me like this. You took away everything I held dear and fucked with my head, so I’m going to return the favor,” Remus said, raising the knife. Alan broke out of Janus’s grip, pushing it down and grabbing Remus’s arm, making Remus hold the knife to their neck.

”Oh, how the tables turn,” Alan said, Remus struggling to keep the knife away from their neck.

”Let me go!” Remus yelled.

”Goodbye again, Antichrist,” Alan said, pushing the knife closer to Remus’s neck before stopping to a rock passing through his head. He dropped Remus to the ground, turning to the source of the rock.

”Hey! Dickhead! Leave my child alone!” Thomas yelled, throwing another rock at Alan. Remus looked over to Thomas, tears in their eye.

”Ah! Little Thomathy Sandy! Back from the dead I see. And how to do plan on fighting me by yourself?” Alan said, walking closer to Thomas.

”Oh, I’m not alone,” Thomas said, smiling.

”Huh?” Alan said before feeling a rope tying around his neck. He looked back to see Roman pulling the rope tighter.

”This is for everything you did! For trying to murder me and my family! For separating me from my only source of comfort! For making me kill myself! You’re my and many others personal hell!” Roman said, pulling the rope. Alan gripped the rope, trying to pull it off of himself.

”Virgil! Now!” Roman said. Virgil nodded, rushing in and sliding at Alan’s legs, putting a rope around Alan’s legs and tying it. Virgil pulled the rope up, Alan falling to the ground. Nico walked over to Remus, lending them a hand. Remus took Nico’s hand, standing up and hugging him tightly. Nico smiled, hugging Remus back. Remus pulled away from the hug, walking over to Alan and standing overtop of him. Janus joined them, standing next to them and holding their hand. Logan walked over to Remus, holding a mace.

”Here you go. Custom made,” Logan said, smiling. Remus’s eye lit up, Remus grabbing the mace from Logan and holding it in their hands.

”Oh, hell yeah!” Remus said, smiling at Alan.

”You know, this isn’t the way I expected your death to go, but oh well. Any last words?” Remus said, pointing the mace at Alan.

”You’re not ever going to be the good guy! You will always be evil, this is just reinforcing that fact!” Alan said, trying to taunt Remus.

”You know, I’ve thought it over, and I kind of like the evil label. I mean, if it means not being associated with the likes of you, I’ll take it. Janus, cloak,” Remus said. Janus took off their cloak, giving it to Remus.

”Everyone, slash at the cloak,” Remus said. Everyone took out knives, each taking a turn to slash at the cloak. Janus took the slashed pieces, grabbing a lighter and lighting the pieces on fire. Remus turned to Alan, smiling at him menacingly.

”Now, time to bash your brains out!” Remus said, holding the mace above their head. Remus brought the mace down on Alan’s head, not stopping until Alan’s face was a gorey pulp. Alan’s body faded from view, leaving behind his cloak. Janus tossed its lighter onto the cloak, the cloak bursting into flames and burning up.

Remus turned to Thomas and Roman, tears filling their eye.

”You guys are actually here…” Remus said. Thomas nodded as Remus rushed over to the two, hugging them before bursting into tears.

”I missed you so much!” Remus said.

”I missed you too, buddy. I’m so proud of you,” Thomas said, smiling at Remus. Remus smiled back before turning to Roman.

”Ro…” Remus said.

”Rem… I… I’m sorry… I know I broke our promise… I just couldn’t…” Roman started.

”Are you safe and happy?” Remus asked, putting a hand to Roman’s face. Roman looked at Remus before smiling.

”I am now,” Roman said. Remus hugged Roman as Roman hugged back, the two staying in each others arms. Janus walked over to the three slowly.

”Hey… uhm… Thomas…” Janus started. The three looked towards Janus as Janus walked to Remus’s side.

”Hey, look… I’m really sorry for murdering you and causing all of this… I really didn’t want to… I just…” Janus said before trailing off. Thomas sighed.

”Look… I don’t forgive you right now… I don’t know if I ever can… But I have seen how happy you’ve made Remus… I’ve never really seen them this happy with someone who isn’t connected to me in some way… I don’t forgive you, but I am willing to give you a chance to make things right,” Thomas said. Janus looked up, smiling a little.

”Thanks…” Janus said. Thomas nodded, turning to Nico as Nico walked up to him.

”Nico…” Thomas said, taking Nico’s hands in his. Nico looked at Thomas, smiling. Roman and Remus walked over to the two, the two smiling at the twins.

”Dad…” Remus said. Nico let go of Thomas’s hands, turning to Remus.

”Hey, bud. I’m okay now,” Nico said, smiling at Remus. Remus smiled back, hugging Nico. Roman and Thomas joined in on the hug, the four staying in each others embrace for a while. Back over with the others, Jan hugged Henry as Henry and Janus talked.

”Hey… I’m sorry for being such an asshole to you at first… I guess I was kind of just angry with the reapers and took it out on you since you were the person I connected them to,” Henry said.

”Nah, it’s fine. I kind of deserved it, so I don’t really care,” Janus said.

”Is there a way we could get Henry back?” Jan asked.

”Hm… Maybe…” Janus said. It got up from where they were sitting, walking over to Henry’s body and inspecting it. Henry and Jan joined suit, walking over and standing next to Janus.

”Maybe… If I do this…” Janus said, grabbing out their scythe. They extended their scythe, holding it upside down and stabbing Henry’s body with the sharp part at the top of it. They pulled the scythe out, backing up as Henry’s body glowed a faint red before patching itself back up.

”Try it now,” Janus said, gesturing to Henry’s body. Henry walked over, stepping on his chest and sinking back into his body. Jan walked over, sitting down next to Henry as Henry started to breathe again. Henry sat back up, rubbing his head and looking around. Jan hugged Henry, crying into his shoulder. Henry smiled softly, hugging Jan back. He looked up to Janus, Janus smiling at him. He gave Janus a small thumbs up, Janus going back over to Nico’s body and picking it up. It walked over to the others who talked together.

”Yo, Nico,” Janus said, everyone else turning to Janus, “Want to get back into your body?” Nico looked back at forth between Remus, Roman, and Thomas before looking back at Janus. He shook his head.

”Bury it. Bring it back to the graveyard, and bury it next to everyone elses,” Nico said. Janus nodded, disappearing from view.

”So… What now?” Remy asked.

”Hm… I don’t know… I mean, there’s still the problem with the reapers in the government, but that can be sorted out pretty easily,” Remus said.

”Oh, wait! Didn’t you say you had a school project you were working on?” Nico asked.

”Yeah. Remy and Jan were supposed to interview Roman, but he got ascended before they could start,” Romulus replied.

”Oh yeah… I’m sorry for being an asshole to you… I was just kind of pissed off that the reapers left me hanging there for 3 years that I kind of wasn’t thinking before I spoke,” Roman said awkwardly.

”It’s fine. It’s understandable,” Remy replied. Jan and Henry walked over to the group, joining them as they talked.

”So, why do you bring up the project?” Remy asked.

”Well… We’re all here so maybe we could help you with the project,” Nico said.

”Ooo! Yes! That would be amazing!” Remy said.

”Well… We should probably get these three back to their college first,” Janus said, reappearing next to Remus.

”Oh, yeah… But my car isn’t big enough for all of us…” Romulus responded.

”Eh, we can make it work,” Jan said, walking up to the car. The group gathered around the car, looking at it.

”Hm… Well, Henry can drive… Nico and Thomas can be in the passenger seat together…” Romulus said, the three nodding and getting in.

”Jan, Remy, Remus, Janus, and I can squish into the passenger seats in the back… Which just leaves the rest of the group to the trunk,” Romulus said. The rest of the group got in, Henry starting the car before driving off.

The group joked around and told stories as they drove.

”And then the dude insulted me, so Janus fucking socked him in the face!” Remus said, punching the air.

”Woah!” Remy said.

”Still wish I could have been there to fight him as well,” Thomas said.

”Thomas, we all know you’re not a fighter, come on. You barely ever fought during the uprising,” Janus said.

”Still would’ve fought him,” Thomas replied, leaning his head on Nico’s shoulder.

”Ooo! Tell them about our time at Junior’s! That was fun! I still think about that day every now and then,” Janus said, smiling.

”Didn’t Junior’s close a few years ago?” Jan asked.

”Well, we’re dead. We can just visit abandoned places, and no one would know,” Janus said.

”It is pretty sad what happened at Junior’s though,” Thomas added.

”Yeah… But we’re kind of getting off topic… Let’s get back to the interviews,” Romulus said.

”Hmm… What other things are there to tell…” Remus said.

”Well, we explained your death, what we did in the afterlife before you reunited with your family, what your family did before reuniting with you, and how the uprising started… Do any of you have stories from the uprising?” Janus asked.

”Well… After Remus left your office after starting the uprising… They came back to the hospital room I was in… And then, that morning, they let me out early and we started the search for recruitment…” Roman replied.

”Oh yeah, I remember… We struggled trying to come up with a good excuse for why Roman should be let out early since ‘we started an uprising against the grim reapers’ isn’t really the excuse that people would look for…” Thomas said.

”Yeah… That was pretty frustrating… But after that, we went back home, and packed some stuff up before heading off in Thomas’s car,” Remus said.

”I joined the uprising first after Thomas stopped by my house with the twins for emotional support since he’d gone through a lot in the past 48 hours,” Nico said.

”I honestly thought you would’ve called me crazy for it if it wasn’t for the fact that you could see that Remus was with us,” Thomas said.

”Eh, I’ve had crazier stuff happen to me before the uprising,” Nico replied.

”Anyway, after Nico joined us, we swapped cars to his since the reapers didn’t know his license at the time, and headed off,” Remus continued the story, Remy making sure to take lots of notes, “We first ran into Patton on the side of the road, and thankfully he remembered me.”

”Kind of difficult to forget someone when they’re the first thing you see after dying because of your abusive boyfriend,” Patton said, leaning on the back of the carseat.

”Yeah, but anyway, Patton joined our team, and we continued to drive and look for a place to set up camp,” Remus said.

”That’s when they met me and Logan. We had been trying to complete our ascension tasks at the time, but once Remus explained the situation, we joined forces with them,” Virgil said.

”Yup, they got in the car, and we continued to drive until we found the base, which was an old abandoned atomic bomb shelter in a woodsy part of the nearby district,” Remus said.

”What about you, Henry? What was your role in the uprising?” Remy asked.

”Hmm… I’m pretty sure I was part of Logan’s department, wasn’t I?” Henry replied.

”Yeah. The Planning and Strategy department. That department basically came up with all the battle strategies and stuff,” Logan said. Remy nodded and wrote something down in their notebook.

”We’re here,” Henry said, parking the car.

The group got out of the car, walking up to Remy and Romulus’s campus housing. The group went inside, Mabel jumping off the couch and rubbing up against Remy’s leg.

”Hey there, Mabel! Did you miss me?” Remy asked, picking Mabel up and holding her. The group walked inside, each taking seats in the room. Remy took out their laptop, opening it to a blank word document. Jan sat next to them, looking over their shoulder.

”So, what now?” Remus asked.

”I have to write the essay, and Jan will read off the notes to me,” Remy said. Jan grabbed Remy’s notebook, opening it and flipping through the pages. The group gathered around and watched as Remy started to type.

”Oh, there’s the beginning! You have to start with Remus’s death first, that’s what started it all,” Janus said, pointing to a line of text in the notebook. Remy typed down something on their laptop as the other discussed how to format the essay. Soon, they heard a knock at the door. Janus walked over to the door, opening it to a group of reapers at the door.

”Janus Martinzon,” the one reaper said.

”What do you want?” Janus asked.

”Well, we got the news that Alan is dead, and since you’re back we’ve decided that you will be our manager again!” the reaper replied.

”Okay, so why are you here?” Janus asked.

”Well, a bunch of fugitives have escaped Martinzon Jail a few days ago. We were going to ask Alan for help, but he was already gone before we could, so we dealt with it ourselves. A bunch of the fugitives are dead, and we are just looking for the final batch. We were just wondering what we should do,” the reaper explained.

”Bring them back,” Janus said, glaring at the group of reapers.

”What?” the reaper asked, confused.

”Bring the fugitives back to life. We have the power to do so, so what I want all of you to do is go to every single person you’ve killed without reason. Every single fugitive, every single person who spoke up, every single person who tried to spread the truth. I want you to find them in the afterlife and return them to their bodies. After that, I want you all to get out of their governments, and release a formal apology for the harm you caused,” Janus said, still glaring at the group.

”But, Martinzon!” the reaper started.

”I don’t want to hear it. Keep it to yourself. Now go,” Janus said, cutting the reaper off. The reapers disbanded, walking off. Janus closed the door, walking back over to the group.

”Welp, I’ll deal with that more later. For now, let’s finish this project,” Janus said, sitting back down next to Remus. The group talked as Remy typed on their computer.

”You forgot a period there, Rems,” Jan said, pointing towards the screen.

”Oh, yeah! Hang on!” Remy said, clicking on the sentence and adding a period.

”When do you need to present this project anyway?” Virgil asked.

”Next Monday. We got the project on Tuesday, Wednesday was used to get to the graveyard, and today is Thursday, so we have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to finish this,” Jan said.

”Well, we’re halfway finished with it, so how about we take a break and finish it tomorrow,” Remy suggested, gesturing to the screen.

”I can get behind that. I kind of just want to go home right now,” Remus said.

”Honestly, same here,” Logan agreed.

”Umm… You moved my body from my bed, right? I really don’t want to have to look at it when we get home,” Roman said.

”Yeah, don’t worry. I gave both you and Nico a proper burial in the graveyard near Remus and Thomas. Everything’s good to go,” Janus said.

”Well, then let’s head back home. We’ve all had a long day,” Logan said. The group got up, waving to the four before leaving the house. Remy closed the door behind them, walking over to the rest and closing their laptop.

”Let’s go,” Remy said. The three walked up to the bedroom, Henry deciding to stay downstairs and sleep on the couch. They all got ready for bed, Romulus falling asleep as Remy and Jan laid down together. Remy turned to face their partner, Jan looking up to the ceiling.

”Everything alright, Jan?” Remy asked, concerned.

”Yeah… I’m good… It’s just…” Jan started before taking a deep breath, “Everything we were told about the uprising was fake, we had to see Roman hanging from her ceiling, I had to watch my uncle die… Everything’s just been so hectic…”

”I know, Jan, but it’s going to be okay. Henry’s safe now, and we’re at home… That’s all that matters now…” Remy said, hugging their partner. Jan smiled at Remy, quickly kissing the head and hugging them back. The two soon fell asleep in each other’s arms, safe and happy.

“And that’s the story of the ghost and the reaper!” Remy finished presenting. The auditorium erupted into cheers and claps, Remy looking over to Jan and smiling. Jan smiled back, the two walking to the back of the auditorium and sitting back in their seats as the next group went up. Remus and Janus walked up to the two, Remus jumping at Remy.

”You two did so good!” Remus said, hugging Remy. Remy hugged back.

”Thanks! I’m glad you guys could make it!” Remy said.

”We wouldn’t want to miss something we helped out on!” Patton said, leaning over Remy and Jan’s chairs from where he was sitting.

”Yeah! Do you really think we would miss out on this chance?” Roman chimed in.

”I guess not,” Remy shrugged.

”How have you all been? We haven’t seen you since Friday,” Jan asked.

”We’ve been good. It’s been fun rebonding with everyone and just getting to spend some peace and quiet with them,” Thomas replied.

”Yeah, but we should probably quiet down now. We don’t want to become too distracting,” Remus said. The group turned to the stage, listening to the presentation and clapping after it was finished. The group watched as Ms. Martinzon walked up to the podium and started to talk.

”Thank you for being here today! All of your projects were very interesting to listen to, and very well thought out. Now, before we begin, we have a few words from the legendary hero themself, Janus Martinzon. Could you please come to the stage?” Ms. Martinzon said, Janus standing up and walking up to the stage. They walked to the podium, standing up and beginning to speak.

”Thank you, Ms. Martinzon,” Janus started, looking at Ms. Martinzon before turning back to the crowd, “Before I start, I just want to say that you all did a really good job on your projects.” Janus took a deep breath before continuing.

”8 years ago, I met the person I call my love. When I first met them, they weren’t how I know them now. They were just a scared young adult. They were timid, shy, they didn’t talk much. I watched as they opened up to me through the few months that we spent together. I watched them turn from a shy, timid person to a loud, passionate person. That was probably one of my proudest moments, seeing this person go from a quiet person to the person they are today,” Janus said, looking at Remus in the crowd as Remus smiled at it softly. They took another deep breath before continuing.

”Their story isn’t what you all were told it was. They didn’t do all of what they did because of selfishness and a want to erase the reapers from the world, but instead out of love and protectiveness for their loved ones. They did it so no one had to be forced to leave their loved ones ever again. I didn’t see it at first, but I see it clearly now. That is why I am here now. To celebrate them, and the person they are. Someone who stands up for what they believe, someone who selflessly gave their life to make sure no one would be forced to choose again,” Janus said, looking over to Remus who had appeared by its side.

”This person you see here is not evil like they all said. They are selfless and full of caring. They are more than what others say they are,” Janus said. Remus smiled at Janus. They took the podium, starting to speak.

”Thank you for that, Janus. Before they announce the grades, I would like Remy Prince, Romulus Prince, and Jan Martinez to come up to the front,” Remus said, grabbing the microphone off the podium. The three stood up, confused asa they walked to the stage. The three walked over to Remus, Remus turning to them.

”For your help in allowing people the freedom to choose their afterlife, Janus and I would like to present you three with these medals. Wear them proudly,” Remus said, Janus summoning three medal pins and giving one to each. Remy looked down at their medal, seeing the words “legendary hero” engraved on it. They looked up, smiling at Remus and Janus.

”Thank you,” Remy said. Remus smiled back, giving a thumbs up.

The group walked down the sidewalk, talking amongst themselves. It had been a few days since they got back to college from their big trip. The world was almost returned to normal. The reapers had all gotten kicked out of the government, allowing the humans to retake their governments. The barrier between the afterlife and the living world had been broken down, allowing the dead to live in the living world. Everyone who the reapers had wrongfully killed was returned to their bodies and reunited with their family, and they were made to apologize for spreading the false propaganda. Meanwhile, with the group, everything had been going great. Remus moved back in with their family along with Janus. Nico and Thomas were officially dating, and Nico moved in with Thomas and the twins. Roman and his friends all got an apartment together, and spent a lot of time bonding together. Janus was still making amends with everyone, but their relationships with everyone seemed to be a lot better then it originally was. Meanwhile, Remy and Jan have been growing closer every day, going on more dates and opening to each other more. Romulus had also gotten his art known due to him being a part of the liberation. The group did still have some problems, but they knew that those would heal with time. The group soon arrived at the door to Remy and Romulus’s campus housing, Remy unlocking and opening the door. Remy, Romulus, and Jan walked inside, turning around to find the others walking away.

”Hey!” Romulus called out. The group turned around, confused.

”Aren’t you guys going to hang out with us?” Romulus asked.

”Sorry… But we better get going back home. It’s been nice though!” Remus said.

”Will we ever see you again?” Jan asked. The group looked around before Remus pulled something out of their pocket, tossing it to the three. Remy caught it, looking down to see three necklaces with a gem inside a glass protective covering on each one. The gem switched through different colors, one moment being an emerald green, and the next a amethyst purple. The three looked up to the group, confused.

”Any time you want to hang, use that. Just call our names and we’ll be there,” Remus said. The three nodded, the group waving to them as they faded out of view.

”Welp… Guess it’s back to normal for us,” Romulus said. Remy handed the two some of the necklaces, keeping one for themself. The three talked amongst themself as Remy closed the door. This is where their story ends for now.

Masterpost // Previous

[gamequoteshowdown]

Quote 1: "Hold on, my boy. A gentleman should never ruin someone's dreams without a reason." - Professor Layton, Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Quote 2: "For one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole. Don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend." - Henry Emily, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator

Propaganda

Quote 1: Just this photo - Submitter

Quote 2: I say this as a major fnaf fan, fnaf only has like 3 genuinely really good moments and this is the best of them. It fucking rules. Also it’s worth noting the guy Henry’s talking to/about has a sort of parallel quote in the third of the noncanon book trilogy, “the devil has knocked on my door before, and I’ve turned him away.” Just think that’s neat - Submitter

[fictionkinfessions]

here's something funny i never talk about bc its noncanon. anyway. i got alzheimer's at a young age after henry died. and i kept calling him. i forgot he was dead. and i just kept calling a dead line in an empty house trying to reach my dead son. i guess thats not very funny after all. i'll get back to this when i think of a punchline.

-frances elsner.

x

[findthebae]

hello! i'm an irl of michael afton (five nights at freddy's games) and i'm honestly just looking for anyone who wants to talk to me! i would especially love to talk to evan/crying child, henry emily, or any fellow freddy's employees (even noncanon ones!) but i'm happy to talk to literally anyone, including folks i never met in canon. please if you want to get in contact, reblog or comment on this post, contact me on this blog (asks or dms are fine), or ask for my discord :) i also run a fnaf kin themed discord server, so if you want that link, or just prefer to talk in a group rather than one-to-one, i can share that too. thank you!

! ! !

[justawhimm]

you’re real

fandom: cyb//erp//unk 2077 summary: becoming a father never felt like his sort of thing. he'd never planned it, initially. so when ke//rry eur//ody//ne unexpectedly ends up pregnant late into samurai's run, he does just about everything to ignore the fact that the baby even exists. needless to say, that doesn't go amazingly for long. this series explores the births of his four children and some moments of his parenting style toward each of them.

chapters: 1/8

content warnings: transmasculine pregnancy, graphic depiction of childbirth mention of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, mention of smoking, mild mistreatment of a pregnant person, initial resentment toward unborn child

notes: So, I found out recently that Kerry has other kids. They're apparently marked as noncanon nowadays, but oh well! I love the idea of Kerry having much more of a clear, full, lived life. Especially given his rockerboy lifestyle, I think that likely involved multiple kids and multiple marriages. We won't get into all of that, because this is kinda just a kink account, but I'll at least get into all of this with Kerry's four kids. :) I started this particular chapter a while ago, but finally finished it for the sake of @monsterexer​‘s Mayternity bingo series. Ayyy finally posting content!

Current Year: Early 2007 Kerry's Age: 19

cross posted on ao3

Crop tops had become his top of choice of late. At this point, who the fuck cared? Kerry stopped denying and hiding shit a while ago. A thing of the past. And he wished people would stop asking about it. It wasn't that big of a fuckin' deal.

Maybe he'd just wanted some damn privacy for once.

But, now every night they were on full display. The little virus growing within his gut was a secret to no one, least of all his bandmates. (Now, anyway.)

Kerry felt prying eyes staring at him again as he rested his hand against the uncomfortable curve. Either Denny or Nance 'cause of their worry, or Henry 'cause of his terror. He was jittery and jumpy with practically every move he made now. Y'know, as if he was just gonna pop and the whole thing would be over in an instant. It was kind of true, he guessed. While not at his due date, he was within the range where it wouldn't have been weird if he dropped now.

Johnny was the only one who didn't have his eyes on him. Kerry was pretty sure the whole thing freaked him out a little. Yeah, yeah. Join the fuckin' club, choom. Kerry knew it was probably a good mix of things. Not telling him 'til the screamsheets knew, for one. That was a big one, given that they fucking lived together. He was also pretty convinced Johnny had touched his stomach at one point while he slept and the trojan gave him a little spook. He definitely didn't like making eye contact with it anymore, anyway. Whatever the reason, Johnny ignored the situation as much as he could. And when he did acknowledge it, he was just being an ass about it. God, fuckin' get over it already. Not like it was goin' anywhere at this point.

Looking up, Kerry finally saw that stoic look of concern in Nancy's eyes.

"Keep feelin' yourself up," she gave a half-assed attempt at keeping the mood light, crouching down beside Kerry and offering him a slight smile. Kerry appreciated it anyway, "How're you getting by tonight?"

Removing his hand from his rounded gut, Kerry shrugged listlessly. He'd been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed until then that the green room was empty, save for them. How long had it been like that? He rested his back against the sofa he'd been sitting on. This fuckin' thing was so low. His stomach had dropped at least a couple weeks ago, and it'd only been getting worse since then. He had no choice but to keep his legs slightly spread to accommodate the trojan inside.

"Just as low as last night. Back aches somethin' fierce, but that's nothin' new."

"Sure you'll get through the gig?"

"If I could manage it last night, I can manage it tonight. I thought they were seriously gonna bust out last night." A false alarm happened not long before the show was supposed to end. False contractions, probably brought on by the stress he'd been putting his body under to keep performing while he was like this. They had three more gigs to get through and then he could purge this virus from his system.

"And you're feeling better than you did then?" Nancy asked, looking for proper verbal confirmation that he was okay to do this, and not just some vague notion.

"Yeah. Definitely." Absolutely fucking not. Kerry felt sick to his stomach, but he'd performed under worse conditions. Besides, he thought he was looking pretty damn good today. Why deprive their fans from seeing him? Especially if he was just gonna get bitched at for bailing on the gig when he wasn't even in labor. God, this whole thing was such a pain in his ass…

"Great!" Nancy patted his back for emphasis. "We're on in 30," she informed him.

"Where're the others?"

"Smoking outside."

Oh for fuck sakes… Guess it was important, but it was still annoying as hell. Kerry had been itching for a cigarette for ages, and them smoking in the same room as him had been driving him mad with the cravings. Needless to say, that'd had to stop.

"Help me up, would ya?" He requested, grumbling to himself. This was getting so damn old… She took hold of his arm, while his free hand would support his back. Using his legs and her strength, he'd get to his feet and immediately feel the weight of what was growing as it was shifting into his pelvis. If he was seriously gonna have to deal with this shit for 3 more weeks, he was gonna lose his mind.

With a small, weak smile and a nod of thanks, Kerry stepped (Yes, stepped! The next person he'd hear telling him he was "waddling" was getting a punch in the family jewels.) toward the mirror. Had to gussy himself up. Always had to do it himself, even when it led to his back aching all the worse because he preferred to do his makeup while standing instead of sitting.

Unpacking his small makeup pouch, he'd pull out his eyeliner, eyeshadow palette, and brushes. Brown eyes connected with the large curve of his stomach, cringing slightly when he'd witness and feel the slight movement from beneath stretched skin. Definitely running out of room… Then again, he'd been convinced of that for weeks now, that he couldn't possibly get any bigger. And yet here he was.

While his expression did relax as he started making himself up, his neutral expression of concentration contorted into a small scowl as he felt another sharp pain travel through the small of his back. His hand wouldn't tremble though. He kept applying, and just ignored it. The fuck was anyone gonna do, after all? Not like he could pop something for it. He'd already gotten the riot act about that, and really? He should be praised. Dropping smoking, drinking, and pills all at once? He should get a fucking award for that. All for this virus. …Fuck, they were getting low.

Kerry's gaze averted from himself in the mirror and back toward the door when the rest of his bandmates returned, reeking of smoke. The smell was a relief, honestly. It gave him a bit of something, at least. Looking in the mirror again, he'd finish off his eyeshadow and start on the eyeliner. Shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, he'd keep much of his focus on what he was doing.

"Not gonna have a repeat of last night, right?" Henry was the first to speak up, striding over to his side.

"Don't got a clue what you're talkin' about," Kerry responded with a distinctly facetious tone, not breaking eye contact with the mirror or closing his mouth as he ran the thin brush tip over his waterline.

"Good. Drink your water like a–"

Kerry paused to let out a pained groan and placed a hand on his stomach, causing Henry to instantaneously take a giant step back with a jolt. His eyes were wide with fright. The others had similar reactions. Nancy's first instinct was to join him at his side instead, while Denny's eyes went wide with surprise and a slight bit of panic. Johnny's expression was almost unreadable with his aviators covering his eyes, the only thing noticeable was his slightly agape mouth. Laughter bubbled out of Kerry no more than a moment later, using the mirror to look around at everyone and their faces.

"Jumpy bunch, aren't ya? Just scarin' 'im, I'm fine," he assured. A quiet collective sigh of relief came over all of them, though Nancy would be the one to send him an unimpressed stare through the mirror.

"Not funny, Ker'."

"Sorry Mother Nance. Promise not t'do it again," Kerry half-heartedly assured as he would go back to lining his eyes.

Things went back to normal. Their usual arguing, primping, and drinking. There were at least a couple of more sharp pains from his back, making the weight in his pelvis even more distracting. It didn't feel like it was going anywhere to him, though. It just felt like the pain in his back made the weight in his pelvis feel worse than it really was. It made sense to him, so nothing to get worked up about. With his makeup done, Kerry gave himself a chance to sit down in front of the mirror to rest his legs.

"5 minutes!" Someone from outside of their room announced. Denny and Henry began to stand, since they were ready and didn't exactly make the same cocky entrances as their two frontmen. Nancy would follow not long after, leaving Johnny and Kerry to compose themselves enough to get up and get on stage.

Kerry was almost certain Johnny was high on something. What, he wasn't sure. They didn't use in front of him anymore, or as much as Nancy could control that.

"You look miserable," Johnny would fill the silence, picking himself up and finally approaching the mirror to toss his hair around a bit.

"Happens when you can barely sleep."

"Yeah, heard you keep gettin' up last night."

"Thing was punching my bladder like a speed bag. Nearly pissed myself twice."

"So that was what that was," Johnny grinned slightly, looking over toward him, "Had no idea what ta think when I heard you running around sayin' "Oh fuck, oh fuck" over and over. Thought I'd have to call Nance."

"Nope. Just nearly made a disgusting mess." Another ache in his back. God, this was such a fuckin' pain. He grit his teeth and would breathe through his nose, putting his hand to his back once again. This show was definitely gonna be rough. "...Help me up, would ya?" Kerry watched him contemplate it.

"Yeah. Alright. Better help you up now so you can make it to the stage before we head back to the hotel tonight." Johnny stood there patiently as Kerry carefully turned in his seat, then offered his metal arm out to him. Kerry rolled his eyes at him all the while.

"Har-fuckin'-har. Even funnier the 50th time you've said it. Shut the fuck up, Johnny." Begrudgingly, he'd take hold of Johnny's arm. Abruptly, he was yanked up to his feet, causing Kerry to wince with the pain that came with it. Arm almost pulled outta socket, his stomach lurching forward… Definitely hadn't been pleasant.

"Ouch. Should a future daddy really be talking like that?"

"Not in the mood right now, man. Let's just fuckin' go." The pain evened out and he could let out a breath, absently stroking the curve of his belly. Glancing back up at him, he was relieved when Johnny let go of him without a word. Nothing else snarky to say, he guessed. Asshole.

He would follow Johnny out of the green room, intent on keeping up his pace so he wouldn't have anything else to bitch about.

It all started off great. Stepping onto the stage, everything was pushed to the back of his mind. None of it mattered. The bickering, the rumors, the worries– fuck it all. None of it held any weight on his mind. He was just there to play, to sing. They weren't going to have a repeat of last night. His waves and big smile told the crowd that. And if he'd been able to see them past the blinding lights, then clearly he would've seen that they knew it was going to be different.

His axe had been passed off to him on his way onto the stage. The strap seemed like it'd have to get looser and looser with each performance. Even then, he was still able to play. He wouldn't miss a note, even as that strange, sharp pain struck him again halfway through "Five Rings." It almost felt like the pain itself was making the trojan press down, further into his– nah. Didn't matter. Don't fuck up a single note, a single cue. He sang, played through it all.

With the end of the second song, he almost felt relief. A moment to breathe, and Johnny was taking the time to address the crowd. Good… good. He kept his hands on his axe to keep them away from his stomach, other than the occasional hand being brought up to wipe sweat from his brow. He was already feeling the heat of the stage lights. He could usually handle it well. It wasn't like poor Nance, after all. Head to toe in black, just absorbing all of that heat. She was a fuckin' trooper. No wonder why she went through so much water while they played.

"...and let's all welcome back Kerry Eurodyne after last night's dramatic performance!"

Forced out of his thoughts, Kerry immediately gritted his teeth and sent Johnny a glare. Oh, this fucking dickwad. It took genuine effort to get himself to speak through the pain. No one would ever be able to say he wasn't a damn good performer after all of this shit.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that." He spoke into the mic with a level of feigned amusement to his voice. "Kid thought it'd be a hilarious prank ta make me think they were comin', so…" Kerry shrugged his shoulders, unable to really think past that. The pain was too distracting. Johnny started speaking again, but Kerry wasn't absorbing any of it. Shit, it was really turning into something wasn't it? This wasn't like last night. It felt worse. But fuck that. He wasn't gonna get laughed at. Kerry wasn't gonna turn into another fucking spectacle. He wanted eyes on him, but not for this.

It was fine. Just make it through a couple of hours and then he could promptly get bitched out by their manager again.

It would only get worse from there, but playing was so much easier than speaking tonight. Singing backup was fine so long as the pain wasn't peaking. His mind felt like mush in the moments following the contractions ending, though. It was becoming more and more difficult with time to pretend that he was okay. For now, though, he thought he was managing it… fine.

Fuck, what next? "Seven Virtues?" "Blistering Love?" He looked to Johnny for that cue for the start of the next song. Hearing the first note gave him everything he needed to know. All right. The money maker. "Blistering Love" was loud, full of power, one of their most popular singles for a reason. He'd also been playing it since he was 15, so it was way too easy to just shut his brain off and play it without a thought in his head. …Ah, fuck, speaking of head.

There was no way the trojan's head could be any fucking lower. It felt like it was practically right between his legs, like if he spread them any wider (impossible, because of the leather pants he wore) that it would just fall straight out of him. Thankfully, he knew far better than that. It just wasn't gonna happen.

What would happen, however, was a want to push.

But that wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

His facade would finally break, and Kerry's eyes would momentarily widen with terror. He knew some fans must've seen him, but no one in the band did, nor did anyone off to the side. No, this wasn't happening. There was no fucking way, right? His water hadn't even broken. It couldn't be… If his water hadn't broken yet, then it wasn't coming yet.

Yeah. Yeah!

He was okay. Calm the fuck down, Eurodyne and plaaaaay–ooooo, fuck, it hurt! Oh, fuck, yeah that– that was getting to the unbearable levels of hurting now. He'd been so locked in his own head that he hadn't felt the full pain surging through his back and gut through the last few songs. How the hell had it gotten so out of hand so damn quickly?! This was supposed to take for fucking ever. He was supposed to be in some pristine hospital paid for the suits, complaining to Nancy when the thing just wouldn't come out of him. This was so completely and entirely not that.

Oh god, what the fuck was he supposed to– low, low, low, low!

Kerry gave a short push to test the waters, squatting just slightly where he was standing. It looked more like he was trying to give his legs a chance to bend after having his knees locked for too long, especially as he was trying his hardest to avoid making a face with the effort. And god he hated that it felt good. Well, maybe not good. "Right" felt a bit more appropriate. Oh, this was fucking bad. Shit, how many songs did they have left? Too many. Way too fucking many.

He couldn't do this. No, oh fuck no. This "trojan" was about to make its grand entrance into Troy soon if he wasn't careful. He didn't have a clue how none of the others hadn't noticed by now. Had he just been flawless with everything he'd played so far? He'd get a big head about that later, but right now he was far more occupied by another big head. If he was doing amazingly well for apparently how far into labor he was in, he was pretty damn sure that he was about to ruin that streak of brilliance.

. . . Okay. Contraction passed.

He could do this. He could do this! With the dulling of the pain, his confidence resurged. Kerry straightened himself up and phoned in a big grin right on cue. This song was ending, and Johnny was queuing up for the next. Next should've been "No Man Anymore," from what he could remember. With the hand signal Johnny gave, though, and the abrupt beginning, this was definitely not that. Why the fuck were the playing "Archangel?" That wasn't supposed to be played 'til the last tour date! What the fuck was he doing? Looking to Denny from where he stood, she looked just as confused as him, but kept up her drumming like a pro.

So, what more could he do but to act on cue? With the end of the first set of lyrics, Kerry played the riff. His favorite from any of their songs thus far. All eyes were on him now, and he couldn't fuck this up. He played it up as best as he could in his condition, arching his back and gyrating slightly to the beat of Henry's bass. An instant regret as the pressure was really getting to the point of intolerable, even between contractions. This thing was on its way out. Impatient little asshole.

The next contraction came before the song could end, and oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck he had to push. He had to. There was no denying it. This thing wanted out whether he liked it or not. His grin had long since gone, having dissolved into to a look that he hoped could be read as passionate concentration, or something akin to that. With Johnny's loud vocals and guitar taking center stage, he'd squat down slightly like before. Kerry backed off from the mic, but would still try to keep himself from grunting with the aggressive shove of a push he gave. C'mon, kid… fuckin' work with me here!

Then came a burn and that wide eyed look returned, this time bringing along an aggressive feeling like he was going to be sick. Oh, no. No-no-no-no-no-no! This wasn't happening! He pushed again, this time involuntarily. He was squatting more. Someone had to have noticed by now right? Please. Please– someone help h–

It felt like something exploded inside of him, and all at once everything was disgustingly wet. It wasn't like in the movies, where a wet spot just appeared and a puddle was clearly beneath him. Oh, no. These leather pants made it feel so much more disgusting. Soaking the inside and dripping down through each pant leg. His socks, his shoes: they weren't drenched immediately. It felt way too slow, feeling it as it seeped down further. Two small individual puddles pooled beneath him, as well, soon meeting each other to create one larger one. Kerry wouldn't even notice that "Archangel" had ended until he heard some of the gasps of the closest fans that noticed what happened.

He was suddenly all too aware of the sets of eyes that were on him, even without being able to see them all. Fuck, this was gonna be all over the screamsheets. No one was ever gonna let him live this down. Letting go of his guitar, he'd instead reach out to grip at the mic stand, as though it might be able to help him stay on his feet. Peering up slightly, he'd first be able to see that infuriatingly unreadable expression from Johnny. Not even an agape mouth this go around. With his eyes covered by those stupid fucking aviators, he looked downright unimpressed with what was happening. He was gonna kick this motherfucker's ass, whether he was pushing a human being out of him or not!

"C'mon Ker'," Denny's familiar, gentle voice was suddenly in his ear. It was similar to last night, where she, too, had been the closest to him and first to join his side. Except this time, he was quick to shake his head and turn the microphone away from his face. No, oh god no, he was not going to be making the entire venue aware of this!

"Can't move," he whimpered, "it's coming. 'M not fuckin' around, Den, it's comin'." With a hand on Denny now, a far more stable support, he'd squat down further and bear down once again. Denny's dark brown eyes would widen with her own panic, turning back toward Nancy. She'd been on her way over as well, with Henry practically frozen in terror back at his spot on the stage. Denny gestured for Nancy to hurry the fuck up, since she absolutely knew nothing about any of this shit.

Quickening her pace across the stage, Nancy trotted over and got to Kerry's other side. She worriedly took hold of his arm, looking him over.

"C'mon, Ker'," Nancy echoed, then gently began to urge him toward offstage.

"He said–"

"Nance, it's comin' outta me! Like, it's–" Before any further words could come out of his mouth, Kerry was frantically pushing again. Teeth grit and a groan of effort escaping him, her own bright red eye would widen with the realization. Oh, for fuck sakes! "–just get my pants off. It's got nowhere t' gooooooo with these things!" The burn was getting worse. Oh god, it was actually coming out. It was for real sticking out of him, what the fuck was he supposed to do?!

"I am not taking off your pants in front of–"

"Well I can't fucking move Nancy!"

"Johnny!" Nancy looked back toward where Johnny was still standing there, having made no move at all to do a damn thing. But, fuck. If Nance was calling him over, he knew he was gonna get a whole fucking earful of bitching if he didn't come over. And so Johnny begrudgingly sauntered over to approach Kerry at the front, moving the mic stand off to the side completely.

Kerry still couldn't see this fucker's eyes. Not like he gave a damn in that moment, not when he was once again bracing himself on his bandmates and pushing hard to try to get this thing out of him. Its head had almost nowhere to go. With him in a thong and tight ass pants, it was bound to hit the limit soon. And soon it was, as he felt resistance with the end of that push.

"Johnny, pull him off the stage. We're not doing this here."

"No! Nance, please!" Kerry was panicking, begging. "Its head is almost out, I swear t'fuckin' god. I need to–" Johnny pushed Nancy out of the way slightly, and suddenly Johnny's hands were on him. Arms hooking underneath his own, Johnny would start to drag Kerry off the stage. That was where the production staff started to scramble, trying to either get out of the way or figure out what they were going to do. They were all completely useless to Kerry.

Stopping far offstage, Johnny would stand him up again before starting to pull his guitar up from around him. It was handed off to a stagehand, while Denny and Nancy both were crowding him again. Henry had followed the rest of his bandmates offstage, but was staying a good distance away. He still wanted absolutely nothing to do with that. Behind everything else, Kerry could still hear the chattering of the concert attendees. None of that mattered, though. Absolutely none of it. What really did was just getting this kid out of him.

Standing up normally again, Kerry would begin his struggle in getting his pants down. They were wet, disgusting, and restrictive. Nancy was finally helping, taking charge of unbutton and unzipping the leather pants and shimmying them down his hips and thighs to the best of her ability. With the state of things, she knew better than to think they'd be able to get them down too far. Instead, she just focused on getting them down enough.

Getting them down to his thighs, Nancy still couldn't quite see the extent of everything. The offstage area wasn't exactly brightly lit, with nothing really being easy to see in this dim light. After she'd pull down Kerry's thong, however, she cautiously felt for a sign of something and oh god did she find it.

"I need a light. Someone– a light, before he–" Kerry would groan before she could finish her request. He was finally able to spread his legs some. God, this thing had really just been trying to come out in the most cramped place ever. With the spread of his legs came the feeling of the head slipping down further. So when he pushed, that would give it the shove it needed to come to a full crown. That sharp burn had Kerry gasping, then hunching over and groaning more before Denny would try to urge him to stand up straighter.

With Nancy on catching duty, Denny holding him up, and Henry being utterly fucking useless, that would leave Johnny to be the one to try to find a light.

"A light!" He'd yell from behind Kerry, probably at one of the stagehands. Someone shut the curtain that led to the offstage, while someone finally turned on a light. Coupled with that, Kerry would hear the familiar click of a flashlight.

"There we go… Kerry, you're almost there. Head's almost out. Are you still having a contraction?" Nancy looked up at him, but he could only barely see her past his stomach. He'd try to answer her question, only for it to come out as a pained groan as his body would involuntarily push for him. Nancy said something else, but none of those words would ever make it to Kerry's ears.

The pain was so much louder than everything else, like a siren blaring in his ears telling him to end this. He could barely even hear his own pained moans anymore. Dull nails would involuntarily dig into Denny's wrist. He would have to apologize to her for it later, but for now it would fall away from his mind as quickly as it registered.

The burning finally stopped all at once, eyes going wide and wondering if it was over. His thighs were wet all over again, while he heard more fluids splashed to the ground.

"Head's out."

Fuck.

"Breathe, Kerry. It's almost over. . . . No cord, so you can keep on pushing when you need to."

"Are you all just gonna stand there and watch?! Someone call a fuckin' ambulance!" Denny's own mother henning made Kerry grin slightly. Denny and Nance were so fuckin' good to him… Kerry panted out softly, resting his head against Denny's shoulder and closing his eyes briefly. A very short rest before his body reignited its urge to get this thing out of him.

Feeling one of the shoulders making its way out of him was probably even weirder than feeling the head coming. Second only to the feeling of the baby rotating to get itself out.

"That's it Ker'. You've got this." He heard from Nancy.

"I know it hurts, Ker'. Almost done. Just a couple more." He heard from Denny.

"This is takin' forever…" Johnny sounded almost worried. Like the amount of time it was taking was somehow indicative of how well it was going. Nobody tell him how some people spent literal hours pushing their babies out.

Kerry groaned once again with the peak of his current contraction. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, this was it!

"It's– Nance– it's!! It's out, it's fucking out!"

"I know, Ker'. I–" Another gush, followed by silence. There was relief. Kerry panted softly, eyes opening fully. A bit of sweat was burning his right eye, but he didn't give a fuck about that right now. No more than a moment later, Kerry heard a tiny cry. Panic really started swirl around them now. Not the band, no. Each one of them was stunned into silence, while the stagehands and general people amongst the production were trying to figure out just what the fuck they were supposed to do. None of them were even a blip on Kerry's radar right now.

Nancy scooted back slightly, lifting the newborn up so the parties involved could see.

She was small, with black hair like Kerry's. Apparently having not inherited his mouth or lungs, because her cry was quiet. Like the saddest thing had just happened to her and she needed an immense amount of love and comfort to assure her that everything was going to be okay.

"Holy shit," Kerry breathed, looking down at the blood covered babe.

That was his. That was the little… the little asshole that had made his life so much more difficult the last several months. Looking down at her, it was feeling difficult to shove that anger onto her like he had before. How could he? She was so little.

He knew he was going to get bitched at to hell and back for all of that, but whatever. That was a future Kerry problem. All he could do for now was just reach out and take his baby from Nancy, unable to pry his eyes from her.

"Hey… hey, I know... I know."

[kincalling]

hey, um, I'm Adam Parrish from The Raven Cycle but a substantially noncanon version? Mine was a no magic unvierse and I didn't go to Aglionby, I was a public school student. I have a lot of memories, but the big stuff is Noah was alive and our age, I went to high school with Blue, and I didn't meet Ronan, Gansey, and Henry until the summer before my senior year in college. I'm 25, so I would prefer no minors, sorry!

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