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Lunar- BTS Werewolf AU Part 6

AN: As I’ve said before, if slowburn BTS werewolf AUs that have springlings of angst, smut, and fluff, this is the story for you! Other than that, please leave a like or comment so I know you’re enjoying the story!! The sections should start getting longer as I keep updating :)

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Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: PARENTAL ABUSE; BEATINGS; mentions of gang activity; general angst; mental health issues; soulmate themes if you squint: seriously if you aren’t into angst don’t read this bc :)))) it’s angsty

Posted: 17 Jan 2021

Tag List: @happynightmareprincess

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But as always, things don’t last forever. Good things rarely last for long enough to really savor them, especially around all of them.

It was during one of the lovely movie nights that YN’s phone started ringing. At first, YN tried to ignore it, not wanting to be rude during the movie, but when it just wouldn’t stop ringing, she made way too many embarrassed apologies as she went to the other room to answer it.

“Hello?”

“YN! My darling daughter! I’ve been calling and calling, don’t you ever pick up for your mother anymore?” YN blood ran cold as she heard the voice she hadn’t heard since she had fully moved into her uncles home.

“I- I’ve just been unloading groceries mom, I couldn’t get to the phone.” The lie falls far too easily from her lips, just like so many others had before.

“Well at least you’re eating, dear.” The sickly sweet tone made YN want to puke, even as she listened more to the woman she had the displeasure of calling her mother on the other end of the line.

“You need to come back to the house, your dear great aunt has passed and you need to come for the funeral.”

YN takes a deep breath before she responds, not wanting to sound too eager.

“Oh, Mother! Of course, I’ll come in! I can stay at the hotel do-” YN starts,

“Nonsense! I’ll be damned if my daughter stays outside of the home when she’s in my city! Your father will be absolutely tickled that you’re here again.” YN’s mother spoke with such assuredness that YN almost agreed without a second thought, not wanting to anger the woman.

“Of course Mom, I’ll stay at home.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, all the fight that is normally in her tone gone from it in an instant, even slipping into the same vernacular she had when she was younger.

“There you go dear, isn’t that much nicer? It’ll be a joy to have all you kids under one roof again, even if it is because of something so nasty.” YN could feel a headache coming on as she listened to her mother drone on about what the dress code was, and how she was so heartbroken, and on and on.

“Are you going to be bringing anyone with you? Huh? It’s been such a worry that you’re all alone up in those woods.” YN is snapped back to attention at the words, and she quickly says that yes, she will be bringing someone with her to the funeral.

Secretly, she has no idea if any of the boys will even want to go with her, but the prospect of going back to that house without one of them to protect her made her feel even worse than the clearly fake worry laced in her mother’s voice.

“Wonderful dear, I’ll be sure to make up your room so it’s nice for the two of you. I’m very progressive, you know.” YN can feel the hot tears making tracks on her face even as she says a quick yes to her mother, listening to the woman drone on as she tries to find a way out of talking to her mother for any longer than she has to.

“Listen Mom, I’ve got to get these groceries put away, when should I be at the house?” YN’s voice is shaking, timid. She’s forgotten completely about the boys in the other room, consumed with the fear of what was to come.

“The funeral is on Saturday, so you should come down Thursday afternoon, to make sure you’ve got time to talk to everyone before you head back out to nowhere. I expect you before noon.” YN’s mother hangs up the phone after she speaks, and YN lets the phone clatter to the floor.

YN is quick to follow, her legs giving out from underneath of her. She is expecting the jolt of hitting the floor, but instead is drawn quickly into the arms of one of the boys. She clenches her jaw, feeling like she’s just overreacting. It's not really that bad, right?

“YN, hey, it’s okay.” YN realizes when he speaks that it was Namjoon who had stopped her from falling to the ground. She could feel the words riverbreate in his chest as he told the others to go back into the living room and fully picked her up, taking her into the other room as well.

“We’re here for you YN, it’s okay. You can’t get hurt here, remember?” Jimin is off to one side, rubbing her back as YN curls up on Namjoon’s lap, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

She’s embarrassed. She feels like she’s overreacting, like the memories of what it was like living in that house aren’t really real and she’s just made the whole thing up. YN really wanted to believe the simple lies she told people of what her home life was like, but she couldn’t hide anymore. Not from them.

“I- I’m sorry.” YN’s voice is soft, all of the parts of her personality that made her who she was were completely gone as she balled her hands into fists. Absently, she noted how it hurt when her nails dug into her palms, but she didn’t make any moves to unclench her fists. She needed the jolt of pain just as much as she needed oxygen.

Hoseok ended up on the other side of her, and he moved to grab her hands, putting his fingers between her nails and her palms, making her unclench the firsts.

“You don’t have any reason to be sorry Mini, you can’t control the way you react to things like that.” YN barely registers what Taehyung says, smiling absently at the familiar nickname he had given her.

“Tell us what’s wrong, sweetie, let us help you.” It’s Hoseok who speaks this time, wiggling his fingers in her hands, trying to make her smile at least a little bit.

“Someone died.” YN’s voice is devoid of any sort of emotion now, and the boys share glances out of worry.

“I have to go back to that house. To those people. They hate me, because I’m not really theirs. Can-” YN cuts herself off, tears welling up in her eyes despite the fact her voice had a sort of trained evenness to it.

“Can one of you come with me? I- I told my mother that I’d bring my boyfriend but that isn’t exactly what we are and I can’t make the choice myself and I don’t want to go alone and I- I- I’m just- I just” YN chokes on her words, speaking too fast as fear swells up in her chest again.

She shouldn’t have told her mother someone would come with her, it was stupid of her to assume one of them would be willing to go into that situation. She could handle it by herself, after all. How many years did she deal with everything that came from that house completely on her own?

Without more than a couple seconds to pause, there are seven voices saying “I’ll do it.”

YN can’t help but smile to herself, internally cringing at the fact her mother is going to expect a certain level of intimacy. The thought of making any one of them uncomfortable... YN can't even bear to finish the thought.

“Um be-before you say yes, Mother is going to expect us to be, well, t-touchy. And we’ll have to share a bed and I’m sure she will make us kiss to prove that it isn’t fake and- and-” YN starts speaking too fast again, and the seven men look among each other again.

“I’ll still do it.” Again, all seven of them respond without any hesitation and this time, YN lets out half a giggle. With a few final sniffles, YN moves off of Namjoon’s lap and into one of the big, comfy chairs.

“I can’t take all of you!” YN gives a soft smile that is bordering on sad as she looks between the boys that have stolen every piece of her heart. She really didn’t know what she would ever do without them.

“You know what this calls for, don’t you?” Jin is the one to speak up, looking steadily between the other boys.

“Clearly, we need to compete to see who’s most worthy of being with YN during this time, hm?” Yoongi this time, also eyeing everyone up.

“Oh, you all can withdraw now, I’m sure I’ll win.” Jungkook speaks up, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Shouldn’t you be the one to withdraw, as the youngest?” Jin is being sassy to the younger boy.

“Why are you so confident, huh? Who says I won’t win?” Jimin speaks up this time, raising an eyebrow.

YN just giggled as she watched them go back and forth, feeling much more at ease, and like the whole thing was just some weird fever dream.

With a sudden shout of “rock, paper, scissors!” from Namjoon, the boys were off, engaging in the battle of the century to see who would accompany YN to the funeral.

After three intense rounds, Jungkook let out a yell, having been deemed the victor. Taehyung pouts, but the game stands, and Jungkook is officially the one that is going with YN.

Once the group calms down and everything settles back into a more normal state, the boys start asking questions.

“Um, YN, I hate to ask things that might be painful, but I thought you were close to your mom?” Namjoon speaks up again, looking at YN with a curious glint in his eye.

“Oh, yeah, well, um, basically, er-” YN is tripping over her words, her ears feeling hot as she tries to figure out how to explain what in the hell her home life was like.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to Mini.” It’s Taehyung again, shooting a look at Namjoon.

“No, no, it’s okay I just- I don’t know how to tell you that it’s, well, weird.” YN turns to look at her hands, playing with the blanket she was wrapped up in. “My parents and I didn’t have a great relationship for most of my life, because I was supposed to be their child when they couldn’t have their own. But then they did. My younger brother and sisters are the light of their lives, and I’m just…” YN trails off, trying to find the words to describe what it was like in that house.

“Well, I was there to make fun of. The bad example. The one to take the anger out on.” YN shrugged in a way that made it seem like the words she was speaking were nonchalant, normal conversation, though they were anything but.

“Dad used to hit me when I didn’t do what he wanted. And then make it up to me by buying me whatever I wanted. Nobody cared about the yelling, the screaming, the beatings. All they could see were the things . And Mother was on board with it all, until Dad started to find his pleasures in other women. Then she was suddenly on my side, picking fights with Dad that I always had to take the brunt of.” YN shivers, eyes wide as she grips the blanket tightly. She wills herself not to cry in the silence of the room.

“Mother tried to make things better between us once my uncle died. At first, I believed it too- I needed to, I think.” YN gives a little frown, licking her lips quickly as she unclenches her hands. The boys share looks with each other, the discomfort palpable.

“I believed that she really cared, you know. That she had really changed and things were different. And then I met all of you. I saw the way you cared for each other, the way you speak to each other. Even when you’re angry or upset or mad, you’re kind to each other. It was strange at first, seeing you all be so nice even when you’re clearly big enough and strong enough and skilled enough to hurt each other, if you really wanted to.”

YN’s words this time are punctuated by soft gasps, though she isn’t sure who exactly was reacting.

“Seeing all of you with each other, seeing how you interact with each other. Then seeing and feeling that you treat me the same way? I realized as soon as we became friends that my mother’s concerns weren’t real. You all have shown me more love and kindness in the past few months that I have ever felt in my whole life, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that.” YN’s voice was soft again, though not because she was feeling anything overly negative. In fact, she was almost overwhelmed by the amount of love that she felt for the boys that had helped her realize how gentle people could be.

After a few solid beats of silence, Jimin goes and walks over and pulls YN out of her chair and into a hug.

“I love you too.” He says as he squeezes her, being careful not to be too rough. Before YN can really process anything, she’s in the middle of a group hug, with confessions of love being thrown her way from all sides.

YN can’t help but laugh and tell them that she loves them just as much as they love her, feeling more happiness in that moment than she thought possible.

~~~~~~

Thursday had come much sooner than YN had wanted it to. Sure, it had only been a couple days, but YN was still nervously twisting her hands in her lap during the entire car ride. She was thankful that Jungkook had offered to drive, seeing as her nerves were a wreck.

“Do you want to talk more about what is and isn’t okay?” Jungkook’s sweet voice brings YN out of her reprieve.

“Yeah, um, what sort of things are you okay with?” YN can feel the heat in her ears as she asks the question, silently hoping he will just tell her so she doesn’t have to think about it.

“I’m okay doing whatever needs to be done to keep you safe.” Jungkook’s voice takes on a bit of an edge as he speaks, and YN swallows hard.

“Um okay, well, you already know we will have to share a bed, which we did yesterday so it wouldn’t be so weird. And, well, um, you’ll have to hold my hand and stuff like that.” YN glanced out of the corner of her eye at Jungkook to see if he was reacting badly, but she found him sitting there with an adorable smile on his face, eyes focused on the traffic around them.

“And if she thinks we aren’t real and asks us to kiss?” He asks, turning to look both ways before he crosses over a road and seeming not to pay too much attention to YN or her reactions.

“Um well I-” YN starts, pausing to take a deep breath and steady herself. “I’m okay with it if you are.” Her words are shaky, unsure.

“We don’t have to, YN. It’s okay.” Jungkook’s brow furrows slightly as he makes a turn, sensing YN’s discomfort but misreading it as a sign she doesn’t want that kind of intimacy.

“No- I-” YN sighs deeply, twisting the material of the sweater she was wearing between her fingers nervously. Jungkook takes notice of her nervous habit, and he grabs one of her hands in his own as he continues to drive. YN swallows again, feeling her ears burn hotter as she turns to face him a little more. To deny that it was an attractive move would have been akin to some sort of basal, universal mistruth.

“I’m not uncomfortable with it you know, but I don’t want to get used to something that won’t continue.” Her words are soft, the usual bite of her tone is gone, but they are the most sure sounding words he had heard her speak since the whole ordeal had begun.

“YN, baby, if you want physical affection in that way from any of us, all you had to do was let us know.” Jungkook lets out a soft little laugh, giving YN’s hand a small squeeze. Her heart flips at the pet name, so familiar as it falls from his lips.

“But it’s not my place to ask for something I don’t deserve.” The words are out of YN’s mouth before she can tell herself not to say them, that the appropriate response would be to tell the boy that yes, she would love to get more-than-platonic physical affection from them (though it could be easily argued their affection was never platonic in the first place).

“I- I mean that I would absolutely love that sort of affection if you’re willing to give it, um-” YN can feel her face growing hot as she withdraws her hand from Jungkook’s, lacing her fingers together and setting her hands on her lap.

“You deserve everything YN. And you most definitely deserve that kind of affection, we just didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. Any one of us would give you the world if you asked.” Jungkook’s words are simple, and YN can’t help the tears that well up in her eyes. She can feel plainly the love behind his words, and the entire situation is completely overwhelming for her.

She reaches over and grabs his hand again, smiling softly to herself as the car falls into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the ride. YN is grateful, in those moments, that Jungkook isn’t half as loud or crazy as he seems when he’s around Tae or Jimin.

Once they finally pull into the driveway of YN’s family home, YN lets out a shaky breath.

“Promise me you won’t let them hurt me Kookie, please.” It’s a half whisper and it comes out like a whimpering plea. Jungkook can feel the fear that has settled into YN’s bones, and it makes him want to rip the heads off of every single person who’s ever hurt her.

“YN-ah, look at me.” He pauses until she turns to face him, at which point he carefully traces her jawbone. “You’re safe with me. The boys aren’t far away, and nothing will ever hurt you again. You’re ours now, and we don’t let anything happen to our people.”

He looks her dead in the eyes as he speaks, seeming to search for something. YN is looking at him with those big, innocent eyes she always does. Her trust in him, in them, is greater than any fear she had, and he can sense that. And suddenly, their lips connect, soft and sweet. It seems to take all the breath from YN’s lungs and give them more oxygen than ever before all at once, and it’s cut off all too soon for her liking.

Jungkook softly rests his forehead against hers, breathing in sync with her. Absently, he thinks of how both Taehyung and Yoongi will be pouty when they find out he got to be the first one to kiss her, and that just makes him want to do it again and again.

So he does, and YN couldn’t have been happier about it. She wanted to slip into a world where it was just the two of them, nothing else going on, nobody else to worry about.

What she got instead was a very disgruntled looking mother knocking at the window of Jungkook’s car, calling for her to come out. Taking a steadying breath, YN plasters a smile on her face and hops out of the vehicle, to face her mother.

“YN, my dear daughter! It’s so nice to have you back in the home! And who is this handsome devil? Hm? You must really be something special to go for someone like my daughter with your looks.” YN’s mother moves from speaking warmly to YN, to snidely about her to Jungkook.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. YLN.” Jungkook gives a bow, and YN almost scoffs. She doesn’t like the way he’s being so respectful, though she never would have expected anything else. “And I assure you, it’s your daughter who is settling for me.”

YN gives a smirk at her mother’s slight frown at that comment. Of course he would have noticed the crude remark.

They make their way into YN’s family home, taking their bags up to YN’s bedroom before returning to the living area. YN is pleased to find that her brother had also brought someone, and that there were all sorts of family members milling about the house.

Jungkook stuck close to YN for the entire afternoon and evening, rolling up his sleeves to show off his tattoos at every chance he got. He also tended to stand between YN and either of her parents whenever the opportunity was given to him, which YN appreciated more than anything.

Jungkook also found that YN had purposefully let down the last bit of the barrier that was still in her mind so he had complete access to her thoughts and feelings. This meant that, as soon as YN felt threatened or like something wasn’t quite right, he was there to save the day. He had to admit that YN opening herself up to him like that made the Alpha part of him feel absolutely wonderful.

YN, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to curl up into Jungkook’s arms and have him take her away from there. She was dreading what would happen once everyone else left, seeing as her brother was staying with his girlfriend and neither of her sisters would arrive from college until the next afternoon.

As the people cleared out of the house, YN anxiety levels rose exponentially. The snide remarks were much less hidden as the people left, none of which are missed by either YN or Jungkook. Despite YN trying to field the situation and talk her parents into being a little nicer, they do nothing to mask their ill intent.

YN feels sick to her stomach at the thought of how she once believed that this was the pinnacle of what love felt like, seeking out Jungkook’s soft touches to ease her discomfort. Jungkook, on the other hand, felt more and more like pulverizing both of YN’s parents with each passing second. The anger radiated off of him like heat waves, and honestly, it gave YN more courage to stay calm and not pay attention to what her parents were trying to do. She knew, at the first sight of real danger, she would have Jungkook there in an instant to protect her, and three of the others outside within five minutes.

And so, things went as smoothly as was to be expected the entirety of those first few hours. YN and Jungkook even went up to go to bed without any real issues, which YN was more than grateful for.

The two decompressed in YN’s room for a long while, with Jungkook laying his head on YN’s chest so he could listen to her heartbeat as they both processed the events of the day. YN ran her fingers through Jungkook’s beautiful mane as she tried to figure out what her next moves were. She felt oddly safe, which she completely attributed to Jungkook and the rest of the pack.

It was nearing midnight when YN stirred under Jungkook, carefully moving his half-asleep from to the side so she could sneak downstairs for a glass of water. She hadn’t realized just how thirsty she was until she tried to swallow and her mouth was just completely dry, so down the stairs she went.

Jungkook, being the big baby he is, insisted on her giving him a kiss before she left, asking her if she needed him to come with. She just giggled, telling him not to be silly and to go back to resting.

YN was as quiet as she could be going down the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone up. She had gotten all the way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass for water when the deep voice of her father startled her.

“What in the world are you doing down here?” His voice is gruff and slurred. Turning around to face him, YN can smell the alcohol from across the room.

“Nothing sir, I’m just getting water.” YN’s voice is small and she can’t bear to look at her father as he stalks closer to her.

“I know what you’re doing with that boy upstairs. The only way some thing like you could have landed that boy was by opening your whorish legs for him. Did you even last a whole week before you were on your knees, huh?” His words bring tears to YN’s eyes even as she wills herself not to cry.

Upstairs, Jungkook’s eyes snap open as he realizes what is going on, feeling the distress coming from YN.

“N-No sir.” YN’s voice is so unsure, she even sounded like she was lying to herself.

“Yeah right” He spits at her feet, grunting as his grimy hand reaches out to grip her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “A bitch like you? If you didn’t open your legs, you must be running drugs for him. Is that it? Uh?”

YN struggles to break away, to deny the claims even as her father’s grip gets tighter on her jawbone. He takes another swig from the bottle he had been drinking, grunting and throwing it across the room when he finds it empty.

Harshly, he tosses her head from his grip, another crude grunt falling from his lips as he watches his daughter fall to the ground.

“I never understood why your uncle liked a worthless bitch like you so much. That house was supposed to go to us, and here you are, living in it like you deserve to live there! Like you took care of them! Like you wanted it!” His words get more and more harsh as his face turns blotchy, anger and disgust lacing his words.

As he raises his hand to strike the girl that is cowering before him, making claims about how this is all she will ever be good for, YN squeezes her eyes shut and prepares for the pain that is to come. She waits for the familiar sting, her heart seeming to beat out of her chest as one beat passes. Then another.

She hears a sickening crunch, but doesn’t feel... anything. Then there comes another, and another, and the various sounds of flesh hitting flesh. YN still doesn’t feel anything, so she slowly cracks open her eyes.

What she finds when she opens them is one seething Jeon Jungkook absolutely destroying the man who had tormented her her entire life. She can both see and hear bones snap under his sharp blows. She can see the blood pour from his split skin. She can hear the too-loud cries of her father as he tries to harm Jungkook in vain.

Despite the carnage in front of her, YN can’t help but let out a happy sort of smile as she rushes forward, not wanting Jungkook to kill the man. There isn't a doubt in her mind that murder is the only thing on Jungkook's mind.

“Kook, Kookie! Stop!” YN yells, dodging his elbows as she tries to get into his line of sight. “Don’t kill him!”

YN finally manages to grab onto one of Jungkook’s arms and tug him backwards slightly. He looks quickly at YN before turning and spitting on her father, growling out a quick “Don’t you dare touch our YN ever again ” before turning fully to YN and drawing her into his arms.

He was covered in blood, but in this moment, YN really couldn’t have cared any less because it all felt like it was over. She pulled away from him slightly, not caring at all that he had gotten blood on her clothes, and tugged him down to her level for a kiss. She could feel his muscles still flexing even as his arms fully wrap around her frame, though she knows she isn't in any sort of danger.

“Thank you” she breathed, tears slipping down her face even as she felt nothing but a wild sort of happiness.

“Come on baby, let’s get our things. The boys will be here soon, we can go home.” Jungkook presses another kiss onto her lips as he brushes the spot on her jaw where her father had gripped it, wanting to wipe away all traces of the disgusting man off of his precious Omega.

YN holds onto his hand tightly as they make their way upstairs, gathering the few things they had gotten out hastily. It dawned on YN that it looked almost as if they never really planned to stay there at all, with how little they had unpacked, and she was perfectly okay with that.

It wasn’t until they stepped outside of YN’s bedroom that they met their next challenger. YN’s mother was absolutely fuming as she ran up the stairs, screeching in that horrible high pitch of hers that they were going to pay for what they did.

“YN! You filthy bitch! You ugly whore! You scheming cunt!” The screeches come as YN’s heart drops into her stomach. She feels the way Jungkook tenses beside her, ready and willing to hurt the woman if she deserves it.

“What the fuck did you do to my husband? What the fuck is wrong with you! We took you in, we cared for you, we loved you! We fed you and clothed you! And this is how you repay us? Huh?” YN’s mother is too close to them now, though a sharp growl from Jungkook sends the furious woman back a couple steps. She may have been completely irrational, but she wasn't actually stupid.

“No I-” YN starts, at least trying to talk some sense into the woman.

“NO! NO!? You ugly little whore! You and that freak need to get out of this house, right now!” YN swears her mother is going to pop a blood vessel, and honestly, she’s not sure she would really care.

“Mom please-” Again, YN is cut off by her mother’s devilish voice.

“No! We never should have taken you into our home! We never should have signed the papers to make you our responsibility! You and that oaf you call a boyfriend are just a pair of worthless bastards!” At this point, even Jungkook’s warning growls and glares do nothing to make the woman back away, but it isn’t until she reaches out her hand to push YN that he really steps in. He captures the woman’s wrist in his hand with a practiced sort of ease, stepping between YN and her mother before he speaks to the enraged woman.

“Listen here you worthless hag, you are going to step aside and let our darling girl pass. You are going to attend to your dipshit husband before he bleeds to death, and you are never going to speak to YN again. Do you understand me?” Jungkook’s voice holds an edge that YN had never heard before. She can almost hear the way her mother’s wrist muscles strain, threatening to tear as Jungkook’s unrelenting grip tightens.

“I said, do you understand?” His voice drops into a lower register as he motions for YN to grab the bags and move past him. As much as he is sure she wouldn’t mind her mother getting hurt, he doesn’t want to do anything more in front of his sweet girl.

YN brushes past him with the bags, oddly calm for everything she had witnessed. She is sure that her lovely Kookie will take care of everything, and that there will be three other boys waiting for her outside, ready to whisk her away.

When she opens the door, she is immediately swept up by someone, the bags dropping to the ground as she is spun around. It had only been a few hours, but the events of the day had left the entire pack on edge.

“Thank the heavens you’re okay.” It isn’t until he speaks that YN realizes that it’s Yoongi who has hold of her. YN doesn’t say anything, instead clinging onto the boy like he was her world. Yoongi carries her to the car, going to put her in one of the seats until she looks at him with those beautiful eyes of hers and asks him not to go, and suddenly she is lovingly curled up in his lap.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is only just coming out of the house as YN is settled into the car. He spots Hoseok and Jin putting the bags in the back of one of the cars. The two rush up to him and ask if anything else needs done, to which Jungkook shakes his head. He silently hands his keys to Hoseok as he heads over to the passengers side of his own vehicle.

“I had to break the woman’s wrist. I don’t know if the man will live or not. We should leave.” Jungkook hops into the vehicle, collapsing down into the seat in exhaustion.

Hoseok and Jin share a sideways glance before they quickly switch keys. Out of the two people that had been in that house, Jungkook was the more likely to need medical attention, so Jin would drive him back to the mansion. Hobi would follow in the other vehicle, keeping an extra eye on YN and making sure Jin got updates as needed.

They all knew that there would be plenty of questions to be asked and answered in the morning, but for the time being, they were focused on getting YN and Jungkook home and rested up.

~~~~~~

Once they pull into their driveway, Jungkook and Jin go straight into the house, knowing that it would be their job to brief the others about what had happened. Yoongi refuses to let YN down, carrying her into the house as Hoseok opens the doors for the two of them.

“I’ll keep her in my room tonight, to make sure she’s okay. You go make sure Kookie's alright.” Yoongi speaks softly to Hobi when they reach the living room, giving the man a soft smile.

“You know what to do if you need anything.” Hoseok says simply, returning Yoongi’s soft smile as he gently rubs YN’s back. She hadn’t put the remaining barriers back up in her mind, so both boys knew that YN was absolutely exhausted and just trying to figure out what in the world the jumble of her thoughts were.

Honestly, her brain was a mess but it was clear that YN really didn’t want to be alone right now, which the boys respected.

Yoongi didn’t set YN down until he very carefully placed her on his bed, looking at her in the light properly for the first time. She had a very visible bruise on her jaw from where her father had gripped it and blood all over her clothes from Jungkook.

“Go take a shower princess, I’ll get you something to sleep in.” Yoongi’s voice is soft as he gently moves her head to get a better look at the bruise. He couldn’t deny that it made him angry that someone had marked his Omega. “It’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

YN just looks at him with those big eyes of hers, sadness in her gaze even as she felt comfort in his gentleness. With a little more gentle prodding, she makes her way into the bathroom, Yoongi getting her a fresh towel for when she finishes.

She spends quite a while in the shower, the warm water relaxing her as she tries her best to scrub every trace of her family from her skin. It took YN a lot of thinking to decide whether the entire ordeal had been worth it or not, but in the end she decided that it had been. If they wouldn’t have gone, YN didn’t know if she ever would have gotten the guts to admit that she wanted more intimate affection from the boys she loved so much.

As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped up in the towel, YN secretly hoped that Yoongi would kiss her too. She would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn’t incredibly attracted to everything about the man, but she couldn’t see herself taking that step on her own.

Securing the towel around her, YN stepped out of the ensuite and into Yoongi’s room. She found a pile of clothes on the end of the bed and Yoongi scrolling through his phone.

“I got you one of my hoodies to sleep in, baby. I know how much you like them.” Yoongi speaks without looking up from his phone, smiling to himself as YN grabs the clothes he had left for her. She changes quickly, a smile breaking onto her face when she realizes that Yoongi had gotten her her favorite pair of sleep shorts.

When she came back out of the bathroom, Yoongi had put his phone up on the nightstand and turned out the overhead light. He had the light on the nightstand on it’s lowest setting, which made her feel oddly safe in the already dark-themed room.

“I got your bunny, so you can stay here. I don’t want you out of my sight just yet.” Yoongi’s voice is deeper than usual as he stands and heads over to where YN had stopped. He could tell that she was unsure of what to do, and he was perfectly alright taking the lead.

Yoongi hands the small girl her stuffed animal, a smile gracing his face as she squeezes the thing to her chest. They had all noticed right away that she really liked to cuddle a stuffed animal when she slept, which they found to be completely adorable. Secretly, they had each made sure they had a small stuffed animal of some sort in their room for her, just in case.

“Thank you Yoongs. I-” She paused as she looked up at him with those same wide, innocent eyes. Damn, was he a sucker for those eyes of hers. “I really don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” Her voice is only just above a whisper, love and trust filling her eyes as she looks up at Yoongi.

“Kook is right, you know.” Yoongi says the words absently as he draws her into his embrace. “We would give you anything you ever wanted. You’re our darling girl, our princess, our baby, our Omega. You should have let us know you wanted more intimate affection.” He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.

YN pulled back slightly, brow furrowed slightly in confusion as she looked up at Yoongi’s face.

“Why?” Her voice was still ever so soft, ever so innocent.

“Oh darling, you know exactly what I mean.” Yoongi moves one of his hands up to trace her jaw, ever so careful of the bruise that had formed. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since that first day when you found me in the woods.”

YN can feel her ears heat up as her lips part slightly at Yoongi’s confession, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between the two of them but being far too chicken to actually do it.

Luckily, Yoongi really could read her mind, and he took it upon himself to bring their lips together. YN felt the world around her spin and fade away as the breath was stolen from her lungs. The only thing she could think about, the only thing she could feel , was the soft pressure of Yoongi’s lips against her own.

It seems like hours before they disconnect, drawing a soft gasp from YN as Yoongi lovingly strokes the side of her face with his thumb, watching her as those eyes he loves so much flutter open. In that moment, it feels like it’s just the two of them, suspended in time and space. Yoongi feels complete as he smiles down at the girl, the love and trust so clear in her eyes it’s almost painful for him to look at.

And just like that, the silent moment is gone as YN lets out an adorable little yawn, rubbing at one of her eyes absently.

“Come on princess, let’s get you to bed. Things have been rough for you today, hm?” Yoongi moves to the side and gets into his bed, frowning when YN doesn’t really move. With a quick assessment of her thoughts, he realizes that she’s unsure because she doesn’t want to assume anything or overstep her boundaries or- well, she’s completely overthinking the entire situation.

“YN, come ‘ere. I’m not going to make you sleep alone tonight.” Yoongi makes a motion with one hand as he draws the covers back for her with the other, a soft smile gracing his face. YN runs a hand through her hair, taking short, quick steps to get to where Yoongi was.

If she was really being honest with herself, she craved nothing more than the complete, devout protection that the pack gave to her. That Yoongi gave to her. It made her feel like she was really worth something, like she was cared for in the exact same way she cared for them.

Absently, as she curled up next to Yoongi and laid her head on his chest, she thought of how most other people would have thought what Jungkook did was too much, too violent. YN couldn’t have explained to anyone why she felt the way she did, but she honestly trusted him, trusted them , more now.

They had all told her many times that they would protect her, that they would keep her safe, that nothing would ever hurt her again, but she didn’t really believe them. How could she? Sure, she knew that they had done some unsavory things in the past, but that didn’t mean that they would actually do anything for her. Why would they? She was riddled with self doubt, even if she did her best to hide it away.

As YN lay on Yoongi’s chest, listening to the slow beating of his heart in time with his deep breaths and thinking about how she felt about everything that had happened, she slipped closer and closer to sleep. By the second, her eyes were more and more heavy, the calming scent of Yoongi enveloping her completely and calming her to the point it was practically impossible for others to tell if she was asleep or awake.

Yoongi is wide awake, on the other hand, breathing softly and mulling over the day as he plays with YN’s hair. For whatever reason, it calmed him greatly to have the girl there, on his chest. He felt like he was doing what he was meant to by having the Omega so close to him. He sighed to himself, wholly unable to tell if his intense liking for the girl was due to his Alpha nature or if it was because of who she was. He wanted it to be because of her, because of who she was instead of just because of their natures, but he couldn’t be sure . After all, he had felt very similarly when Jimin and Taehyung had first come into the pack, and while he loved them both dearly, part of that affection was because they were younger Betas and he felt he needed to protect them.

Later, Yoongi would blame his thinking of the two boys on them showing up in the room, but honestly, he wasn’t mad about it. Taehyung and Jimin burst into the room like a pack of wild animals, both of them wanting to see YN for themselves.

“Yah! No! Calm down!” Yoongi hissed out as soon as he realized what was going on, anger lacing his words as he accosted the younger men “YN is resting, can’t you see that?”

The two boys stop in their tracks and sheepishly actually look at the scene before them, both of them finding the way that YN had curled up to be adorable. Jimin was the first to apologize, rocking back and forth on his feet as he put his hands behind his back, blush tinting his cheeks. Taehyung sighed as he repeated Jimin’s apology, pouting as he looked at the scene before him.

YN had one hand curled up, gripping onto Yoongi’s shirt right next to her face, the other clutched her stuffed bunny to her side. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were softly fluttering open. They didn’t even have to read each other’s minds to know that it was difficult for all of them not to coo at the adorable girl.

“It’s okay YN, you can sleep. It’s okay.” Yoongi ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke softly, wanting to calm her.

“Taehunie? Minie?” Her voice was laced with sleep as she mumbled out the words, barely lifting her head even as she turned it to the door. Her eyes were glassy as she looked towards where the two other boys stood.

They were in sync with each other as they both moved towards the bed, kneeling down to look YN in the face once they were to the side of the bed.

“YN-ah, baby, are you okay?” Taehyung is the one to speak first this time, one hand reaching out to touch the side of her face softly. “We wanted to see you.”

YN looks at Taehyung with those same beautifully innocent eyes, a smile creeping onto her face at his words. “I’m okay Tae. Safe.” Her words were much more clear, though she didn’t speak in a full sentence. It took them looking into her mind to realize that she meant that she felt safe with them, not some other random thing.

“It’s good you feel safe! We love you, we always want you to feel safe with us.” It’s Jimin who speaks this time, reaching a hand out and laying it on her arm as he spoke.

“Safe. Mine.” Her words are back to being half mumbles as she snuggles back into Yoongi’s chest, feeling safe. Because of their mind link, they understood that she meant that she felt safe with them and that she was glad she was with them.

The two boys at the side of the bed shift their focus to Yoongi at the same time, matching pouts on their faces.

“Hyung, can we stay?”

“Please?”

“I don’t wanna leave her.”

“Yeah Hyung, me neither.”

Yoongi puts up one of his hands to silence them, sighing deeply. He knows he’s gonna regret it, but he looks down at YN and tells them that it’s her decision if she wants them to stay or not.

“YN~” They whine at the same time, doing their best to give her perfect puppy dog eyes. “Can we stay with you, please?” YN giggles at their antics, and nods into Yoongi’s chest.

“Yeah, you can stay.” Her words were muffled because of the position of her head, but the two boys had no problems hearing her.

Jimin is the first one to climb back into the bed, quickly shimmying under the covers and wrapping his arms around YN. Taehyung climbs in directly after him, doing the same thing to Jimin that he had done to YN.

Yoongi just sighs as he looks at the three other people that had gotten into his bed, a smile on his face despite his outward annoyance. He really did love them, and if he was being completely honest with himself, having the three seek him out for comfort made his Alpha feel absolutely wonderful .

YN felt incredibly safe and happy like that, wrapped up between the three. She felt loved, cared for, wanted. Within a minute of the two boys clambering into the bed, she was completely out, sleeping peacefully.

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MAYEM: Just Like Me - Pt. 2

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Sans and Papyrus watched in shock as their father was skewered.

His form wobbled and rippled as the red code began to retract, a claw-like hand pulling out something white and glowing from Gaster’s back. It squeezed his soul tightly, black tendrils desperately clinging to it and trying to pull it back into the melting mass that was his body.

Papyrus shot to his feet, summoning an attack pointed like his father’s and slicing downward on the strange ‘arm’ that was tugging at his dad’s soul.

The code shattered like glass, but not before the hand clawed desperately one last time.

Gaster used what remained of his hand to thrust the lever forward.

The machine jumped.

Sound came back with intensity. The time machine crashed through the equipment of their lab and rolled over and over onto itself, tossing everyone around inside it like ragdolls before slowly sliding to a stop.

Whatever it was that tethered Gaster to an infinity was ripped off him as they traveled dimensions. The lights stopped, the stars faded, and the sound became something closer to normal.

He melted.

By the time the machine stopped, he was little more than a smudge of black and white on the floor.

The room was dark save for the occasional sparks from broken wire.

Sans was knocked out cold.

Both Gaster’s were little more than black puddles at his feet.

Papyrus was left alone.

His head was spinning but he was awake. The first thing his eyes focused on was the tiniest little glow at his feet.

His father’s soul was in three pieces, barely held together by the black slime.

Papyrus screamed louder than he ever had before.

Funny enough, the sound of screaming was what gave him the shock to pull himself together.

What a familiar sound. It was so, so quiet.

Everything was so, so quiet.

He reformed as best he could, unused to not being pulled apart at the seams as he did. It was easier than he remembered, but he couldn’t complain about it.

He blinked up (two eyes, a bit melted, a bit odd from where they’d been held open so long) and gazed up at Papyrus. Then down at the soul. A shattered, but still living soul. Then back up at Papyrus.

His thoughts felt sluggish and echoing in the empty space of his head, but he connected the dots well enough.

“p͎̦̺̗̜̣a͍̬̩͕͖p̣̻̰̙̟͕ͅy̗r͈̞ͅu͙̖̬͕͉s̹̞̦̼.̥.͚͙̫̯͈ͅ.̹̠͈”

Papyrus was shaking like a leaf. He looked over to the double of his father, tears streaming down his face. The shock seemed to melt away, replaced with action.

Despite the ringing in his head and the aches in every joint, the lanky skeleton jumped up and kicked the door of the time machine wide open. He darted out of sight, the sounds of clattering and shuffling in the dimly lit lab ending with quick footsteps as he jumped back into the machine with a bucket.

He hadn’t done this before, but he remembered Sans telling him about it. It was all he could do while his brother was knocked out cold.

“C-CAN YOU CHECK ON SANS?” Papyrus asked the double, although was unsure if he could even move yet. If he couldn’t, well… so be it. His brother wasn’t dust, so he was probably okay. Hopefully just a little rattled.

Gaster nodded, pulling himself up onto his suddenly-new knees and--wobbling badly. He hadn’t had to balance in a very, very long time. Still. With one hand on the wall and a bit of magical cheating, he made his way to where Sans was slumped, running a hand over his head and back, searching for cracks and fractures as carefully as he could.

Sans seemed fine, but he had probably yanked his head pretty roughly and possibly banged it against something just enough to knock him out cold. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as fragile as his double.

Meanwhile Papyrus very gently began to fold the ‘void’ overtop the soul in layers, covering it completely before gently lifting it up and setting it down at the bottom of the bucket. He then began to pile the rest in, gathering as much as possible until it was full.

There was still a lot more to gather up, but he would need another. Papyrus had dried his tears, focused with a very clear mission. He very gingerly carried the bucket out of the machine and set it down, then grabbed another and did the same. --

He was relieved to see Sans was all right. Being knocked unconscious was dangerous, but it was better than being dusted. He began counting seconds (he could count seconds and expect them to find a stopping point?) , hoping the skeleton would come around quickly. Otherwise, he held still, watching Papyrus work.

After the second bucket he looked at the double of his father, his voice shaking. “IS SANS ALRIGHT?”

He then realized that he actually didn’t really know who this ‘Gaster’ was. But… well… he only knew one other Gaster. It had to be him, right? “ARE YOU… ALRIGHT?”

“S̀a͜n͟s̀ i̷s̶ ͠f͘i̶ne.” he said, his voice riverbrating as if it came from somewhere much deeper than it really did. “H̴e's ju͏st͝ u͡n̨c͜o̸n̷sc͘ious̵.͠ ̶W͟e̡'̛re b͝oth͡ f͟i̵ne.̶ ͢I̛s G͡as̕t̵er.̕..?”

He glanced over at his double.

What was left of his double.

...it had been… good to see him again. He didn’t want to say goodbye yet.

Papyrus nodded before his mouth wobbled at the question. He tried to keep from crying again, busying himself by fetching a third and final bucket. “I DON’T KNOW.”

As he scooped up the last remains of his father, Sans finally stirred. He mumbled and reached for his head.

Gaster really wasn’t in a position to be giving advice or comfort right now, still reeling and feeling oddly empty, but still, he tried. “He̕'͝s͡ n̡ot ̷sha͢t҉ter̡èd͘. T҉hat'̛s ͜a͘ ͜goo͠d́ ̷s̛i͜g͜n͏.̧ Fo̕cu͟s on͝ t҉ha͟t͡.”

When Sans muttered, he reached out and caught his hand, holding it lightly. “Ỳo҉u h͟it yo̷u͡r ̶h҉e͡ad͞.̢ ͟D͢on̵'̛t ̷mov́e̕ muçh҉. ͡”

Papyrus nodded and carried the last bucket out as Sans cracked open his eyes. “dad? jeeze… what… what happened?” --

Gaster froze.

“U͢m̶.” He glanced at Papyrus, hoping for help. “U̷͘m̶͡ḿ̢͘ḿ҉̷m̛mm̷͜m̡m̧̡m̶̷m̷̀͠m̷.̷”

There was no good answer to that.

“.͘..Ch̵ar͡a ͝ca̶ught ỳour̀ D̕a͟ḑ.̛ ͢Į t̡hink͜ ̛hȩ'̨s͢ f͡ín͘e̸. Papy̧r͏u͟s ͡i̶s t͢ákįng͝ ͏c҉a̶re of͢ h́im͞. ̛B͠ut̴ yo̵u ͝n͝e͠e̸d̢ ̵t͠o͠ ͘n͘ot̀ ͝f͢r͏eak͘ ou̷t͟ ̵an̢ḑ ̨t̨a̴ke ̡i͜t̛ ͡easy. Oḱay͜?̶”

Maybe just heavily implying he wasn’t Sans’ dad would be good enough??

-- Papyrus climbed back into the machine just as the double was explaining everything. “... what?” Sans’ eyes opened a little more and he looked at his brother. His expression said more than words ever could. “no. nonononono.” He started to laugh, grin widening uncomfortably. “pap is he alive? what state is he in?” Papyrus couldn’t think of anything to say. He tried to choke out ‘he’s alive’ but the words caught in his nonexistent throat. Sans laughed harder and started to shake. His brother kneeled down and gently pulled him into a hug. The laughter turned into sobs.

Not again. Please not again.

He could still hear it, faintly.

The vibration that was his twin.

It was weak and unsteady, but fuck if it wasn’t there, and fuck if he was letting his double’s kids fall apart in the meantime.

There would be a time for tears later. Never cry when it wasn’t safe to. Hold in emotions until in a safe place. It wasn’t safe now, and god damnit, his twin needed these two pulled together if he was ever going to pull together again.

“H̺̲̮̹̤̞͒̉͛ ͖̇ͫͨ͛ͥͭ̃Ē̻͎̥̘͈̰̭̆ͨ̚ ͇̼͂̉̿ͪ̓̋ͫ ̖̻͚̳̭̳ͤ̀ͯI̲͇͖̹̬ͨ̿̉ͭ́͛ ̏̏͛͛ͯ̋̑S̲͈̪͈͕͉ͥͅ ̑̑͐ ̰̯̥̖̎̎͋A͋͆ͤ̽̔ͥͪ ̻̬̼̎ͦ̓̒L̲̜̩͈̦̘̣̉ͩ ͉͖̖̱̤͕ͯ̄ͅỈ͇̼̹̻ͩ͑ͦ ̼̺̦͋͗ͬ̔̈V̩̩̜̻͖̪̺̋̅̓ͩ̔ͭ̚ ̉̓͂É̩̭͙̫̭̪͑ͨ̔ͦ̑̾”

The machine gave a rattle with his volume.

“A̧n͟d ͘h͠e ne͝e͡ds ̶y͟ǫu tw̕o̴ ͘to̢ ̴pu̧ll҉ ̸y͝ou̷rsel҉v̷es ̵toge͢ther ̴if͞ he͡'s g͘o͡in͞g t͠o̧ s̕t͜ay t́ha҉t ͜wáy. Do you ͢hav͠é śome҉wh͞e͞re ̶śafe͡?͏”

Both jumped a little with the sudden noise of Gaster’s voice. Papyrus looked a little ashamed that he hadn’t been able to say that himself. He just… his voice had left him and he didn’t know why. “EV-... EVERYWHERE IS SAFE HERE. WE’RE SAFE. I THINK.” Papyrus finally managed before looking at his brother. It took another moment to find his voice again. “HIS SOUL IS IN… PIECES, BUT HE’S HOLDING IT TOGETHER I THINK. I PUT HIM IN THE BUCKET ALONG WITH THE REST OF HIM JUST OUTSIDE. I…”

“... I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO BEYOND THAT.” Sans had calmed down, his eyes heavy-lidded. “no. yeah. that’s… that’s really all we can do.”

He felt so… so tired.

“just… give him some time… i guess. keep him close. keep him grounded like last time.” He looked between the two. “we should take him home. just… keep an eye on him.” He felt like he was going to pass out.

Gaster watched the two talk, listening carefully. He saw the dazed look in Sans’ eyes and remembered, vividly, lifting his own Sans to transport him places when he was too tired. Could he do that again? This Sans seemed less fragile, but possibly concussed. He could try to do it again, anyway.

He turned to Papyrus.

“Where̕ is h͞o͡m̨e͞? Do̢ you h͞a̧ve͠ a̕ doc̴t͟o͏r̨ y͝o͞u ̷t͡r̴u͏st҉?͝”

“WE’RE IN THE MOUNTAIN RIGHT NOW. WE’LL NEED TO TAKE A LOT OF ELEVATORS AND DO A LOT OF WALKING TO GET OUTSIDE WITHOUT DAD’S TELEPORTING. THEN WE COULD TAKE SANS TO TORIEL.” Papyrus looked down at his brother. “SHE’S THE BEST HEALER WE KNOW.” --

Gaster nodded.

He wondered if he’d be allowed to break the mountain to get them out. Probably not.

“T͏hȩn̶ we s̴hou͟ld ͡g҉et̵ ͝mòvi͡ņg. Ì ͟can ̵cár̷ry t̀hem̷. Śans ͟s̛hoưldn'̀t҉ ͜m͏ove ͜ver̷y̵ ҉mu͘ch.͠ Do͝n'͝t́ l͜e̷t͢ ̢him fall͝ ̸as̛l͘eep͟.͠”

With that as his final verdict, he summoned a blaster.

His largest one. The dragon. It felt so small, but it would be something Sans could climb onto and had plenty of handholds. The ride would be smooth, and Gaster had a much lower chance of dropping him from the back of a Blaster than he might’ve had Sans moved while being levitated.

The buckets of goo, on the other hand, would be easy to carry.

He stood, wobbling again on his new legs, before stumbling. “...a͘n͢d̵ ̢i͡f̀ ̢yo̸u҉ c͝oúld͟ ̴h͡e̴l͟p͘ me ́bala̶ńce҉, t̵ha͘t͘ ͞w͞ou͠l͜d̨ b͢e ̢hel̴p͡fùl.͡”

He wanted to fall apart and rest a while. Get used to this silence and stillness and lack of color.

But not when the kids needed him.

Papyrus nodded in agreement. He helped Sans up onto the blaster first before helping Gaster get his footing. Once he was confident he wasn’t about to fall over, he handed him one of the three buckets before taking the other two for himself.

He felt the most comfortable know that his father’s soul was in his hands. The skeleton would then lead his father’s double into an elevator, which would take them down and out of the lab. After that they would walk a bit through Hotland before jumping in yet another elevator. This one went sideways, carrying them through the tail end of Hotland and through the capitol. It looked to be suspended from the tall cavern ceiling, traveling above and around the buildings. As they passed a certain point images appeared on the wall in front of them, zooming past fast enough to animate. It was a cartoony image of one of his blasters laughing. --

Gaster followed along closely, looking through the familiar-unfamiliar terrain and trying to move as quickly as he could.

Still, he couldn’t help but smile at the image of the blasters.

He wondered how much trouble his double had gotten into with that one, or if no one had cared by the time it were done.

He hoped he’d gotten into trouble. Maybe there was a good story behind it.

-- Papyrus smiled a little at the image as well. It had been there ever since his father had built these strange sideways elevators. Not many used them and he had more or less built them just to get the three of them from the lab and back quicker if he wasn’t around to teleport. Or if he was feeling lazy. Maybe he just felt like building them anyway, just for the opportunity to put that stupid image on the wall. Eventually the elevator stopped and they stepped out, Papyrus leading them through the few empty streets and up through where the barrier once stood. Now the other side was a small parking lot. The skeleton made his way to an old yet pristine car parked under a tree.

He’d never walked out the barrier before.

He’d seen the surface now, a thousand times through a thousand different eyes, and more. But he’d never actually walked out the barrier with his sons.

He wished it were his sons. He wished it were a better situation.

He walked out the barrier and kept his mouth shut. He followed Papyrus to the car, the Blaster still holding Sans steady, and he set what he was carrying of his twin down, just in case as he helped Papyrus open up the doors and begin trying to fit everyone in somehow that wouldn’t cause more damage.

They finally succeeded, and Gaster slipped into the back, keeping a watch over Sans and his double’s remains as he did, determined to keep them in as good condition as he could while Papyrus drove.

With everyone secured Papyrus drove carefully down the mountain. The silence until now had been uncomfortable and strained, but even he found himself exhausted. He was trying really hard to keep himself a stable platform for Sans. The last thing they needed was him losing hope again. Their father would come back. Everything would be okay. They would just tell him some knock-knock jokes and out he would come, good as new. “I SHOULD… I SHOULD WARN YOU. OUR DAD NEVER REALLY GOT ALONG WITH MANY OF THE OTHER MONSTERS… OR HUMANS… YOU MIGHT BE MET WITH SOME HOSTILITY IF THEY THINK YOU’RE HIM.”

Gaster shrank down at that, already dreading it.

He. He hadn’t been scared in so long, and now he was finally out of his void, and--

And the first thing that might happen would be hostility? Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck.

He nodded.

… “...if I'̛m a puddle̷,͠ ͠c̢an ̶I a̷v͘oid ͜the̵m?̴”

Papyrus laughed but it was tired and a little forced. “YOU CAN TRY.” They made it down the mountain in good enough time before pulling up outside the row house Toriel lived in only a few blocks down from theirs. He got out and ran to the door, knocking to see if she was home before making any move to stir his brother, who was slumped and trying desperately not to fall asleep. He loved sleeping and this was… really hard. After a few moments Toriel appeared in the doorway, barely getting a hello in before Papyrus began talking her ears off about how Sans was hurt and they needed her to help. After only a few moments she was rushing to the car. --

Gaster saw her approaching the car and for a moment panicked and destabilized, and a moment later pulled himself together, because there wouldn’t be much such a large monster could do in such a small car.

There wasn’t any room in the car this time to summon a blaster, so instead he used telekinesis to levitate Sans out without jostling him, hoping his twins’ non-reaction when he first saw telekinesis all those years ago was indicative of the rest of his world.

“I̧ ̧t̶hi̶nk͝ he̛ h͠a͝s ͢a ͞ćoncu͘s̶si͏o̴n̛. ͢H͡e̷ ̷was͢ p̴a͞s̕s̀ed o̷u̵ţ ̨for̀ over thirt͟ỳ ̕s͠e̷c͏oǹds͠. ̵”

Toriel very gingerly removed Sans from the car, the telekinesis aiding in getting him into her furry arms. She shot Gaster a very untrusting look. “s’not dad, tori.” Sans mumbled as he clutched his head. “time stuff. different dad.” The former queen looked confused, but her expression lightened. “I… well… if you say so.” She began to carry Sans inside, Papyrus hovering for a moment and looking between the buckets that were his father and his brother. “CAN YOU STAY WITH SANS? I WANT TO GET DAD HOME.” He asked Gaster, not wanting to leave his father’s soul OR his brother unattended.

Gaster nodded, less than thrilled with the prospect, but willing to see the logic.

“.҉..h̶ow̕ ͝sho͡úl̡d I͜ beh̶av̛e̡ ar͢o̢und ̵the ̡Q͏ue͟en͏?”

At that Papyrus smiled, “JUST BE YOURSELF. ONCE SHE REALIZES YOU AREN’T OUR DAD YOU’LL GET ALONG FINE.” He walked around the car to get into the driver’s seat again. “AND SHE ISN’T THE QUEEN ANYMORE. SHE’S A TEACHER.” Sans was trying to do at least some legwork for his father’s counterpart. Toriel carried him inside and set him down on the couch. “he won’t hurt the kid either. this dad is a big softie.” Well. Not really. But more behaved. He wasn’t really up to being specific right now. --

Gaster nodded, not very pleased with that but not knowing what more to do, and stumbled behind Toriel to get inside.

Toriel sighed and kneeled in front of Sans, her hands glowing as they hovered over his skull. “I trust you, Sans.” Either way she glanced warily at the other Gaster. “What happened?” “Mom?!” Came a voice from the kitchen before a teenage human peered around the corner. “What’s going on?” “Sans is hurt, but he will be alright.” The human dropped whatever they were doing and rushed into the living room, pausing only slightly to look at the Gaster before heading to the couch. “That’s not the same Gaster, is it?” They asked, somehow able to tell all on their own. “nope.” Sans smiled a little. “No talking.” The boss monster chided. --

Gaster wasn’t really sure what to say about what had happened, and before he could decide whether he was supposed to lie or make up a story, the human had arrived.

He flinched back violently, knocking against the wall and pressing his fingers to the holes in his hands tightly, as if trying to distract himself, even if he was looking only at the human.

He remembered, vaguely, that he’d only ever told his double about his--his own history with Chara.

This human looked nothing like the creature that had attacked them in the void, and all the world like the human who’d finally given him hope and died anyway.

He hated time travel. He hated time travel. He hated time travel.

He dragged his eyes away from Chara and tried to focus on his alternate-dimension kid. He felt like he’d been asked a question. He’d already forgotten it.

Frisk stared at the other Gaster. “... Does every Gaster react violently to me?” Toriel inhaled sharply, annoyed by the entire situation. “My child, can you go fetch some pillows for Sans please?”

The human nodded and did just that, turning and heading down a hallway. “So.” Toriel began again, looking at Gaster with annoyance. Her patience was thin with Gasters apparently. “Tell me what happened.”

Gaster shrank down at that look being given to him from a boss monster of all creatures.

He didn’t want to die yet. He’d only just gotten back…

“.̡..͠the ma͜chi̕n̡e͘ ro̸l͢l̢ed ̨aņd ̢o̢vęrtur̴ne̷d.͠ ̕Sans̨ ̴h͡i͟t ̷t̢h͞e͏ ҉w͜all aǹd ͏wa͝s k̀no͡cke͜d ̵un͏c̷ons͜cío͜us̶.͏”

Toriel nodded, “And what happened with their father? I did not see him in the car. Papyrus said that he was hurt.” --

“He's͜ ͟a ̨p͜ud̡d͡le r͝i̕ght́ ͏n͘ǫẁ,” Gaster said, wishing he could say the same about himself. “B̧ut he̵'̧l͝l ͘b͏e fi̴ǹe͞.”

He shot a meaningful look to her as he said it, feeling as bold as he could and flicking his eyes towards Sans, hoping she got the message.

There seemed to be some unspoken parental understanding. She nodded and looked back down at the skeleton, who was still struggling to stay awake but feeling better with the healing. “I will not pry about how they have ended up with two fathers. I have given up asking Sans about it years ago.” Sans would have made a quip right then, but thought better of it and stayed silent. A moment later and Frisk came back with some pillows and a blanket.

Gaster held still as Chara reentered the room, watching warily. “Ah̸.̴ ͠Y͞e̶s.̀ We̵l͞l͡. G̨o͜o̷d idea̷.”

He wasn’t feeling quite brave enough to quip yet. Not with this crowd.

An awkward quiet fell over the room as Frisk and Toriel helped Sans lift his head up enough for the pillow and put a blanket over him, then set about getting him something to drink for later. After a few moments Toriel’s clawed hands withdrew and she sighed. “You will be fine. Just rest for awhile and don’t move too much.” She managed a smile, “I know that will not be hard for you to accomplish.” Sans smiled tiredly, “you know me all too well.” --

Gaster watched from his distance on the corner, wondering if he could get a little closer to his alternate-dimension kid without causing some sort of stir.

Still. It was good to see they had friends in this dimension, ready to take care of them.

After a few more moments, he couldn’t fully stand the quiet anymore and asked, voice a bit more distorted than he intended, “͟When w͠įll ̛he ͝b͘e ͏ab̷le ́to ̕go͞ ́h͜óm̡e?̨”

“I would say a few hours until he gets his bearings.” Toriel stood up, “Until then you should stay with him. Keep him awake.” She seemed to force out the words. “Sans trusts you, so… so will I.” She sighed, “Would you like some pie while you wait?” --

Gaster relaxed a moment, feeling a bit safer with Sans’ blessing apparently protecting him, but--

...well. His initial reaction to that was to say, ‘if it’s not any trouble,’’ since it was incredibly rude to turn down offered food and he wasn’t about to piss off the boss monster, but then he stopped, realizing--

“͟...I҉'d̕.͞.. s̡ay ͏y͡es, ̕b̢ut..͜.͡ ͝I'm ̡no̶t͜ ̴a̧c̀t̕u͝ally ̢s̢ur͢e I ͏can ҉e͜a̸t͝ ͏liķe th̵i͏s.͘.̨.”

“try it anyway, G.” Sans said from his position on the couch. “dad eats sometimes even though he doesn’t need to. i don’t even know if he can taste it.” Despite everything Sans seemed okay talking about his father.

Gaster nodded, considering that. He signed, a bit startled to find it wasn’t nearly as loud as he’d come to expect with clinks and rattles and bells, and--he sighed, If he can’t, it’ll be another thing for me to nag him about, at least.

What he said to Toriel was, “T̕h̶e̵n, if͢ ͏i̛t's͏ not́ ̷a͘ny tr̀oưb҉l͟e̢...?”

“It is no trouble.” Toriel said, offering him a tiny smile before vanishing into the kitchen. This Gaster did seem much more polite at least. “hey.” Sans looked up at Gaster and shifted his hand under the blanket before weakly holding his cellphone out to the goo. “do me a favor and call paps. let him know i’m okay.”

Gaster nodded, moving over to sit on the floor beside Sans’ spot without any hesitation, now that there was no one else in the room. He took the phone and found Papyrus’ number quickly, dialing.

Should I put it on speaker?

“nah, it’s fine.” The phone only had to ring twice before Papyrus picked up, “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” --

“͡He'͟s͜ ͏fįne.̵ ͟He's҉ ri̡g͡h͠t͟ ͠be͞si͏de͢ ͠m̨e. Ţh̸e ̧Q́ùee͝ń i͞s go͢ing ̡to keep͜ ̡h̡i͠m͏ here a fe̶w̡ ̶h̀o̧ur̵s ҉un͘ti͠l ͝he'̵s f̢u͞ll̶y҉ bétt̸er̢.͟” he said quickly as he could, not moving the phone from his ‘ear’ even with Papyrus’ loud volume. It didn’t bother him anymore. “Hơẁ ̕i̕s͡ y͢o͝ur f͏a̴ther?”

“OH. OKAY.” Papyrus said, then fell quiet at the question. “I’VE… MOVED HIM INTO A LARGER COOLER. I’VE JUST BEEN TALKING TO HIM.”

Another pause, “NOTHING HAS CHANGED.” --

“Ţh͏at's ͜n��o͟t a ́b̷ad th͜i͏n͝g͠,͏” Gaster said, “̕͡T̷hat̵ me͏an̷s ̛t̴hi͟ngs̴ ar̴e͘n̢'t̨ ͢a͢n͏y wo̢rse̶. H̕e̷'s̴ śta̵ble.̴ ̴Y͟ou're dóínģ ̡wél̀l̛.”

It was like having his own nervous Papyrus all over again. He kept his voice as steady as he could, despite the shatteredness of it, and tried to think of more to say. “͟T̛el͘l͠ h̶i͠m͜ Sa̶ns ìs al͝l ri͘g̡h̀t ̷a͠s w҉eļl͜.̀ ̴I̴'͝m sure the ́b͟astar̢d̡ wi͘ll ̡be f̸r̶eak҉i̛ńg o͡út͠ if ̨y̷ou͝ ̛do̷n't.̨”

He wasn’t really thinking about anyone else hearing him call his twin a bastard. It was just. Sort of what they called each other sometimes.

Papyrus nodded even though the gesture went unseen through the phone. “YES. YOU’RE RIGHT. I WILL.” His smile was audible, even if it was just as tired as Sans. “THANK YOU.” --

Gaster relaxed, losing his form just a bit more, pleased to hear Papyrus’ tone changing. “̴I̸f͢ you ̶nee͜d ̡an͜y̶th̛ing͞,̨ ca͜l̀l͝ San͏s.̢ ̀I̢'ll̶ ̕be rig̵ht ̢b̢esi̶d͜e̴ him ͞u̴n͡til ̡we҉ ge̷t b͟ack͜ t̸o͏ ̷y͏ou͢.̷ T͞ȩll ҉G̛o͏opste͏r̢ ̵I̵'͠m͢ ́l̸aug͘h҉in͘g ̶a̢t͠ him.̵”

He paused, then, not really sure how to say goodbye to his twin’s au children, before settling on a, “se̢e you s͡o͡on,” he’d use with a friend rather than anything he’d have said to his own children.

“OKAY.” Papyrus said, still smiling. “GOODBYE. SEE YOU SOON.” Sans didn’t say anything after Papyrus hung up. He could infer everything that he had said well enough. A moment later and Toriel came back out with a plate of pie, handing it down to Gaster. “Here you are.” --

He set the phone back up on the couch beside Sans, easily in reach. When Toriel returned, he quickly straightened up as if stung, tensing and pulling his form more solid once more. He seemed much more easily malleable than his counterpart.

“̴̕T͜ha̢nk ̢yơu,” he managed, taking the plate, and hoping whatever she saw with him was acceptable.

It seemed to be acceptable enough. Toriel didn’t linger, moving back into the kitchen. The sound of plates and cutlery filled the silence, the living room dark and being illuminated only by the soft glow from where the boss monster busied herself. “she likes you.” Sans smiled and glanced down at Gaster. “she gave you pie.” --

He looked up, still holding the pie in his hands, not yet daring to try it. “..̴͢ís̸ t̡h͟at hów it go͟es͡, he̶re̢?”

He began to relax again somewhat, melting once more against the couch.

“̀.͢.it͘'s ̵şo qu͞ie͘ţ he̡r̷e͟...̵”

“that’s how it goes with tori.” Sans smirked and glanced down at Gaster again. “yeah?” He hadn’t gotten a long enough look at his father’s double before they jumped to be able to tell what he meant. Right now he was just… a goop. A goop like his dad. --

Gaster nodded slowly, his gaze dropping back down to the pie. To the gentle shadows of the house. The glow from where Tori was working. It was all so… subtle. Blended. No sharp edges, anywhere.

“it́ ͠w̧a̢s̀ so̧ ̨l̴ou̷d ͝fo͟r ́s̨o͡ long̛.͏ Untiļ ̧Gaste̡r c̷am͠e, ͜I̧ th̀i͏ņk I͞ for̡got̨.͘.̴.”

Gaster was going to be okay. Sans was going to be okay. He was free. He could go see his boys again.

Gaster choked on a sound and began to melt.

“sounds like the opposite of what dad told me about the void. the opposite to what i saw.” Sans said, then blinked at the sound. “y’okay?” --

Gaster nodded again, to both questions, not feeling quite capable of replying verbally. He continued to melt, forming a small dark puddle on the floor.

He pushed the pie out of the danger zone a few seconds before his hand melted as well, a white streak in a dark mass.

Sans watched as best he could from his position on the couch, but remained silent. This Gaster acted a lot different than his when it came to ‘gooping’ and he wasn’t sure what this meant.

If it meant anything he needed to know about, Gaster would probably tell him. --

Gaster eventually ended up as a slightly lumpy mass on the floor, which was about what his emotions felt like at the moment.

A huge mass on the floor.

It’d been a long time since he’d cried, he thought, maybe, but--this was about as safe as it was going to get for the next few hours, and he just had to watch over Sans and not worry him and he could literally fall apart for a little while as long as he pulled himself back together when needed, right?

...he hoped The Queen didn’t come back and see him like this.

A few moments later and the Queen definitely did return. She let out a startled yelp at the puddle on the floor before eventually sighing and trying not to pay it much mind. She walked over and began to get Sans sitting up slowly before handing him a glass of water.

“Was my pie that good?” She joked.

The goop seemed to shrink away a bit, avoiding her as she approached Sans.

When she spoke, he formed enough of a head and mouth again to say, “͜S͏o͜r̢r͢y͞. Hąd̸ a̴ s̴m̴all͞ ̨męlt̸down̡.͢”

“I can see that.” Toriel said, but sounded kind. She was warming up to this new Gaster quickly it seemed. “You are a very far cry from your… twin.” “we got the bad dad.” Sans smirked. --

“̴Y͢ou͘ ̵g̀o͝t̡ t̵he̕ ͠o͟b̕vi҉ou͏s͢ o͞n͢e͟,” Gaster said, wondering if he’d ever stop correcting people about that. “͠M̵in͡e g͢ot̶ th̶e ̢h̀a͏n̡d͝so͜m̛e ͘on͝e.”

He hated to reuse jokes, but. Well. That was a lie. He was entirely reused material.

Toriel chuckled a bit, the sound loving and kind. Her attention then turned to Sans. “Once you drink that and you think you can walk, I think it is safe for you to go home. Do you wish for me to drive you?” “that might be good, yeah.” It wasn’t a very far distance, but he didn’t exactly want to walk it right now. --

Gaster began to reform a bit more solidly, getting his… basic body shape back. He listened to them talk and waited for them to work out the plan.

“C̡all̸ ͘Papyru͘s̀?̕”

“yeah.” Sans said, grabbing his phone and punching his brother’s name before handing it down to Gaster. He still didn’t feel up to talking all that much right now and knew Papyrus would be of fewer words with their father’s double over himself. --

Gaster was starting to remember why he liked signing all the time, but dialed regardless.

“He'ĺl͞ ͏̛b͏e h́o͢m̡e so̷o̶ǹ.”

“OKAY. THE DOOR IS STILL UNLOCKED. I’M IN DAD’S ROOM.” After hanging up and Sans had finished his drink, Toriel helped him up and guided him to her car. Once everyone was in they drove to the next block over and parked outside the apartment complex the three lived in. Toriel helped guide Sans to the door before bidding them both goodbye, urging them to call should they need anything. Inside was tidy and mess all at the same time. You could tell where Papyrus had cleaned recently and where Sans or his father had abruptly messed it up again. The entryway was cluttered with a skateboard, shoes, papers, and keys. When you moved into the living room there was a somewhat lumpy couch sat in front of a large TV with a multitude of electronics hooked to it at nearly every angle and port along with piles and piles of books ranging from physics and the planets to the plants of the surface and human biology. It opened up to the dining table and kitchen which was… surprisingly clean. Papyrus must have been the only one to ever really make use of it. Shooting off that was a long hallway with four doors. One was covered in colorful posters, one was normal and boring, and another looked like it had been kicked down once or twice. Sans lead Gaster through the house and to that door. --

He kept his head down and quiet throughout the car ride and goodbyes. Even if this Queen was apparently relatively pleased with him, he was still going to err on the side of caution.

The house. Was homey? It felt lived in, and comfortable, and cluttered. He wondered, in another life, if his house might’ve become something a bit more like this, with the boys growing up with him.

Not the time to wonder, right now. He could find out later, maybe. That would be good.

He followed Sans to the more battered door of the hall, and followed him in.

It was obvious as soon as you entered that this was Gaster’s room.

Nearly every part of the walls were covered in notes and string and marker. Half of them looked like completely rational notes and calculations while the other half looked like the insane scribbles and a madman. There was no real bed, just a pillow and a blanket thrown into the corner. Pieces of electronics torn apart and rebuilt were scattered everywhere, some of them plugged in and some not. Blueprints were rolled up and shoved into what was probably meant to be a trashcan, but had since become someplace for him to store them. Papyrus was sat on the floor by a battered old stool in front of a messy desk, a cooler beside him filled with black slime. He looked up at them as they entered. He had been crying again.

#undertale #RP log #mayem #just like me #goop #kid #sans #papyrus #toriel #frisk

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