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stillfrownyclownlol · 9 months

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Tylo save me...Tylo...save me Tylo...

WHATEVEER leave me alone more ship alphabet garbage 😭😭😭 I'm gonna sleep I got work tomorrow 🫠🫠🫠

Logan Fields

A = Affectionate

A bit reserved. He's never had anybody to be affectionate with besides his grandparents so he doesn't really know where to draw the line. Also, you know. Hes gay in Georgia in 2016, he needs to be careful. A lot more comfortable with verbal affection tho!

B = Best Friend

Logans never had friends so like. If he did have a best friend he would be really loyal to like a concerning degree, probably protective too, but also extremely helpful and encouraging, always trying to teach you new things :D

C = Cuddles

A littleeeee touch starved :< So he does like cuddling with Tyler, especially since they don't get the chance to do it a lot (only at Tyler's house). He's super melty because he has to take off his glasses for it and he gets sleepy quickly. Will probably fall asleep during it...^_^

D = Domestic

He's a little romantic in the sense that he wants to get married and settle down, have a kid, and 3 cats. He's not in a rush or anything but it is something he looks forward to with Ty. He's good at household chores, especially cleaning and taking care of the garden, and he's a pretty good cook. His specialty is still baking tho.

E = Ending

If his relationship with Tyler spiralled (which has a decent chance of happening) :> If the resentment he had with Tyler boiled over and all the bitterness came out, yeah, he'd probably end things, probably in a yelling match. It's hard to see them breaking up amicably ahaha :")

F = Fiancé

He spent a lot of his childhood/early teens thinking he'd never be able to get married, so...it's a big deal for him. Cried when Tyler said yes (and while proposing)

G = Gentle

Generally he's pretty soft spoken. He's not a super physically aggressive person...but he has his moments 🫠 But usually he's pretty light with Tyler, specially since he has like...chronic pain...🤡 Also good at saying super mushy stuff that makes Tyler implode

H = Hugs

A bit awkward about it, but he likes hugging. Always a little hesitant, so waits till Tyler hugs him first, but he's a v good hugger :) very cozy aura. He's a short king so he can snuggle into Ty's chest.

I = I love you

Was so nervous he almost threw up- Got really emotional and cried- he didn't plan it so the whole thing was a mess lmao

J = Jealousy

Tends to manifest as insecurity more than sheer jealousy. Sometimes thinks Tyler will leave him for somebody "better" (him and Tyler are actually pretty similar in that regard) and he might honestly just bring up how he thinks Tyler can do better depending how far they are in the relationship.

K = Kisses

A bit shy. Gets flustered by proper kissing so he's more of a pecker, usually kisses Tyler's cheek or chin because it's hard to reach him with their height gap- he gets all gooey when Tyler asks him to kiss him on the mouth tho (^_^)//

L = Little Ones

He likes children! He finds them more honest than people his age kkkkk. He also likes how children are constantly learning new things and likes teaching them about interesting facts :D gets a bit overwhelmed by hyperactive children though, better with children who have quieter characters like himself.

M = Mornings

Eepy lil guy. So seepy. Big tirremd. Barely coherent in the morning, also he's not wearing his glasses or contacts so he can't even see help him. He needs a shower and like four cups of coffee to even wake up lmao. Tyler be literally dragging him out of bed because otherwise they're GONNA BE LATE-

N = Night

Total night owl, loves staying up late (especially in the summer) to use his telescope. Tyler has to drag him INTO bed otherwise he's gonna stay up till 4am or fall asleep on the balcony :>

O = Open

Honestly pretty closed off, he doesn't like talking about his past unless it's really necessary. Gets anxious if Tyler asks personal questions early in the relationship.

P = Patience

Patience is a virtue he's worked hard to cultivate. He does kind of bottle of his negative emotions so when he *does* lose his patience it tends to be explosive.

Q = Quizzes

Good memory and very detail-oriented, so he knows a lot about Tyler, and he's also good at applying that knowledge. He's better at reading him than most people.

R = Remember

His favourite moments are whenever Tyler is just unapologetically sweet and sappy with him. Makes him forget how mean he used to be :>

S = Security

Way more chill than Tyler, he trusts him to take care of himself, but sometimes he thinks about Tyler stuck on the tree...bleeding out...his organs torn to shreds... and he worries about him 🫠

T = Try

Of course he tries. He's trying so hard. To be brave. To love him unconditionally. To forgive him. He just needs time...hopefully.

U = Ugly Habit

Kind of a grudge holder and he's one of those people who will be kinda salty after you apologize for smth even tho he accepted the apology. Passive aggressive ngl. Tyler is always "..." whenever Logan is annoyed with him even tho he prolly deserves it 🤡

V = Vanity

He doesn't *not* care about his appearance but he doesn't care a loooot. Was raised to be well-groomed so he is very clean and proper but fashion-wise he's kinda...y'all know �� (he can look like a nerd and still be fashionable BUT he isn't just look at him 😭)

W = Whole

They got that trauma bond so no, not really, he wouldn't feel "whole" without Tyler. But I think he would be able to move on at some point.

X = Xtra

Very serious about learning Spanish! Tyler's kinda "...bro I don't even know it that well" about it but Logan wants to make an effort. He's really smart including in languages so eventually he starts speaking more proper Spanish than Tyler (but with a horrible accent) which Ty's just dead over. He can have a full on convo with Marianna and everything.

Y = Yuck

HATEEEES how protective Tyler is. Like he understands where he's coming from but OMFG he feels SO infantilized by it sometimes. And also Tyler is constantly trying to help him and Logan just feels like Ty doesn't trust him to do things by himself. He hates people who let their anger control them too, if Tyler is mad he will just walk away from the argument and hang out in his room.

Z = ZZZ

Looks like an absolute angel while sleeping, it's ridiculous. He just looks so goddamn peaceful and serene, Tyler is just "?!!?!?" and wants to combust 🫠

Tyler Hernández

A = Affection

His way of showing affection is like. Annoying. He's that kind of guy who shows his care by teasing the crap out of you 🤡👌🏽 Logan was kinda intimidated at first but now he's like. So over him because he knows his bf is dumb. He understands the chalequeo.

B = Best Friend

He your RIDE OR DIE FR. Omg...THAT WASNT ON PURPOSE, I just meant that he's really loyal even though he's kind of a "tough love" kind of guy 😭 would tell you if your bf sucked ngl

C = Cuddles

Secretly wants to hug Logan all the time. Logan is very soft and he just kinda...melts when they cuddle. Like its a guaranteed way to relax him, and lord knows he needs to relax.

D = Domestic

King of household chores. Compulsive cleaner. Cooks AND does the laundry. He cannot sit still for five seconds help him 🤡 It would take him a LONG time to be comfy not living with his mom or sister (I think Taylor would move out first) so there might be like. A small period where he and Logan live with Marianna.

E = Ending

He's kinda...reluctant to ever break up with anybody, especially Logan. If he did it'd be like, more on accident after losing his temper, like Logan saying maybe he should leave and Tyler saying he will or whatever. He'd regret it ofc 🤡

F = Fiancé

Oh, he was really surprised when Logan asked him. And happy :). He had gen never thought about it cuz he was so stressed lmao but he was real excited and also lowkey terrified 🫠

G = Gentle

Verbally he's pretty harsh, that's just how he is. But physically, besides the occasional arm/shoulder tug, he's very careful with his loved ones <3 sometimes when he's sad he holds Logans cheeks or rests his head on his lap.

H = Hugs

Ohhhh he loves hugging. If he could, he'd be hugging Logan constantly 😭 his hugs are REALLY long and he kinda does that like. Swaying motion. Also lifts Logan off his feet. Literally shoves his face into his shoulder.

I = I love you

He needs to be really sure of his feelings to say it, and even then he usually says it very quietly or when he thinks Logan won't notice. For some reason has an easier time saying it in Spanish (he just like me fr)

J = Jealousy

Yeaaaaahhhh...worse than Logan. Hate watches people who be getting touchy with Logan :) you know he would get salty/sassy about it he's just Like That TM. And Logan is not putting up with that haha.

K = Kisses

Awkward and makes it way more tense than it needs to be smh. If he's kissing him on the mouth he gets really nervous and squeezes his eyes shut and just HOVERS there waiting for Logan to close the gap 💀 Kisses the top of his head a lot so Logan can't see him blushing cuz he's a loser.

L = Little Ones

Like a beleaguered babysitter. He finds kids annoying and he can be a little Itty bitty bit mean to them sometimes but he's like that annoying older cousin you had that you liked to play with because they were Real with you. Hair ruffler.

M = Mornings

Wakes up right with his alarm and gets straight to work. He goes jogging and does stretches, then comes back home to make breakfast. Logan sleeps through it all help

N = Nights

He goes to bed at like 9pm because he's a dork lmao and he gets tired 🤡 That doesn't mean he'll fall asleep tho! He's super restless and will be tossing and turning and sometimes Logan will spoon him so he'll sit still and relax for a second-

O = Open

...No 💀 HELP NONE OF THESE KIDS ARE OPEN FFS- 😭 naaaah he doesn't feel like telling people his "sob story" or whatever and he doesn't really like talking about it 🫠 He mentions things offhandedly to Logan, who...understands and doesn't ask.

P = Patience

Whatever he loses his temper easy, big deal. Consistently annoyed at the world, and who can blame him? World kinda sucks 🤡 he's been working on not losing his cool so quickly because Logan just doesn't like being around angry people.

Q = Quizzes

He is a detail-oriented guy with a good memory, not to mention being well organized, so he has a space for "important Logan info" that he thinks might be useful at some point. Not at Aiden's level tho (fortunately 🤡)

R = Remember

When Logan confessed, because he was just so...I'm tryna think of the right word here omg. Like, in awe? That this guy he's been crushing on and was honestly not that nice to liked him BACK? And they were so earnest and genuine about it and he was just???? Help???

S = Security

Tyler is overprotective of Logan the same way he's overprotective with all the people he cares (a lot) about. He will put himself in front of him in dangerous situations, remove him from situations if *he* thinks they're dangerous...can get kinda annoying about it...

T = Try

Tyler puts 110% of himself in anything he cares about so yes, he is trying very hard in this relationship. He is very meticulous about helping Logan out whenever possible, planning outings/dates, controlling himself around him, etc etc. Trying to get Logan's forgiveness

U = Ugly

He is overprotective and sometimes doesn't let Logan handle things by himself when Logan totally could. The aforementioned anger issues are also a problem :/ Also can be kinda brash and won't...filter his thoughts before hand when he probably should.

V = Vanity

About as concerned as the average teenage boy is. That is to say, very little- (helpppp I know this isn't the case for everybody LOL). He literally still matches outfits with his sister I don't think he cares about his own style too much LMAO

W = Whole

Nahhhh all of them got that trauma bond for life and would feel incomplete with out each other. I think he'd take it a lot worse than Logan too.

X = Xtra

Sometimes they go to church together as deeply repressed Catholic boys with religious trauma. Tyler thinks he'll go to Hell whenever they kiss but he's gonna do it anyways 😔

Y = Yuck

He doesn't really like, how do I say this, like. "Vapid" people I guess (this is just how he views some people tho). Like for example before knowing him better he thought Aiden was a really shallow person. So he'd never date anybody who he thought had nothing going on under the surface. Needs the relationship to be serious, like, he doesn't want anything casual.

Z = ZZZ

He has bruxism and like, scratches his throat while sleeping (not with his hands like, the swallowing thingy you do) (cuz he just like me fr), and he is literally so loud it will wake Logan up at night even tho he's a deep sleeper 😭

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#tyler hernández #logan fields #tyler x logan #headcanons #ship alphabet

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half-deadmagicperson · 6 months

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Phight '24 Phic 3

For @phicphight (I keep forgetting to tag them lol)

Title: Casper High Class of '08

Words: 1282

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Prompt by @coyotecrackers : Ten years since Danny graduated high school, and fourteen years since his accident. The former A-listers are organizing a high school reunion, and somehow both Danny AND Phantom got an invite… Seriously, how are these things still happening to him?

AO3

“You could always decline as Phantom,” Sam mentioned. Danny was currently on the phone with her and Tucker staring down at his recent piece of mail.

“I know, but they’ll be disappointed.”

“Well, Phantom never was officially a Casper High student, and he’s probably too busy with his position as ambassador,” Tucker chimed in.

“You’re right. They’d probably understand if Phantom couldn’t show up. Besides, I’d like to enjoy or at least stand in boredom without being gawked at. I’ll call Paulina, as Phantom, and let her know.”

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Paulina was understanding, if a little guilt-tripping, and told Danny if he ended up being free he was still welcome to come. Danny agreed before letting her go. He contacted his job to let him know he’ll need that night off before heading off to work.

Ever since he was a child, Danny has always had his eyes set on NASA. After the accident, he was a bit concerned over whether or not his dreams would be attainable. After the ghost problems started to settle down, Danny pulled his grades back up and went to college for engineering and astronomy.

He knew that with his ‘medical condition’ being an astronaut was out of the question. However, he still got to work with spacecraft and educate children on the different planets.

Sam and Tucker went on to become an environmentalist and a computer scientist respectively. The trio decided after highschool to room together and save money. They still live together, but with their conflicting work schedules, they often don’t see each other until night.

Cujo, the ghost of a guard dog from the old Axion Labs, decided to take up residence in their tiny apartment as well. Although, he tends to come and go as he pleases.

Overall, Danny’s life has been pretty good now that things have settled down. He did tell his parents about his alter ego, and they took it well! Jazz was doing amazing things as a psychiatrist. Even Vlad has started to patch things up with Danny’s parents.

Now if only that reunion would have run as smoothly.

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The night of the reunion approached, and the trio found themselves getting ready. Danny decided to ditch the tie after several failed attempts at tying it. Sam donned on a professional looking outfit that still had touches of her gothic aesthetic. Tucker had rented a tux and switched to his ‘special occasion’ beret, which was just the exact same hat except cleaner.

The three of them piled into Sam’s Nissan LEAF (not sponsored lmao) and drove towards their old high school. After about 30 minutes, the familiar sight of Casper High greeted them. Sam parked her car, and the three headed inside.

“Hey guys! Glad you could make it,” Star, one of the former A-Listers, sat at a check-in table with name tags. The trio walked over to grab their tags. While picking up his ‘Danny Fenton’ label, Danny noticed one of the stickers labeled ‘Phantom’. Star must’ve noticed his brow quirk because she spoke.

“He said he was busy with his ambassadorial gig, but we decided to make a tag for him just in case.”

Danny smiled and nodded, ignoring the pit in his stomach. The trio made their way into the gym.

“Holy shit! Fenton is that you?!” Danny turned around to see a shocked Dash Baxter, who was noticeably shorter than him. Danny grinned.

“Sure is! How’s it going, Baxter? I hear you landed a spot on the Packers.”

After freshman year, Dash started to mellow out. He decided that his school work and friendships were more important than bullying some nerd. Danny also suspects that he got some counseling, but that is not really his business.

“Sure did! In fact, Preseasons are starting up in a couple months. If you want to come I’m sure I could score you some tickets.” Danny chuckled.

“I might have to take you up on that.”

After their conversation, Dash spotted one of the other football players and bolted. Danny was pulling a can of pop out of the cooler when he noticed someone approaching.

“Hey, Val! Long time no see!” Valerie Gray rolled her eyes.

“We literally saw each other yesterday,” she stated.

“Well, yeah, but that was different because it was for business.”

“You were playing that new Zelda game for half of patrol.”

“Listen, Breath of the Wild is really fun, okay?” Danny retorted with mock hurt. Valerie giggled.

“Whatever you say, Fenton.”

The night continued forward. Danny caught up with several classmates he hadn’t seen in a while. The DJ was playing absolute bangers. It was fun to relax and socialize for a little bit. Danny was dishing out round two of Puppy Chow when he felt the familiar cold sensation in the back of his throat.

The blue mist of his ghost sense escaped Danny’s mouth. The man started glancing around the gym, trying to figure out its source.

A distinct cracking noise came from the ceiling. Fractures spread their way down to the walls. They needed to get out of there. Guests started running towards the exits until they were blocked by falling debris. Danny stared up at the fissures. The roof was going to collapse, and there was still no sign of a ghost!

Without thinking, Danny started pulling chunks of debris away from the doors. Dash, Val, and several other people joined in. Danny felt his ghost sense go off again and whipped his head around towards the gym. A large piece of the roof started falling with one final break.

The people in the middle of the gym braced for the impact or tried to run, but the impact never came. Floating above the crowd, one Daniel James Fenton held the massive piece of debris and gently set it down in an empty corner of the gym.

“Is everyone okay?” he asked and was met with quick nods. Looking through the new skylight in the gym, Danny spotted a very guilty looking ghost. The man floated up to meet their gaze.

“One night! I asked for one night off, and you decided to come and break regulations!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Phantom, sir, I didn’t realize you’d be here!” the ghost’s voice came out rather meekly.

“Whether or not I was here shouldn’t matter! We have rules for a reason,” Danny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Look, can I ask why you thought attacking a highschool reunion was a good idea?”

“I just wanted to test out my new earthquake powers!” the ghost responded. They must be pretty young if their core is still developing.

“Well how about this, you apologize to the people down there, and tomorrow we can find out a way to train your powers safely with less property damage.”

The ghost nodded and accompanied Danny down to the ruined gym. They made their apology before flying out the roof. The people watched the ghost fade from view before turning their attention to Danny. The man rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ah, yeah, I guess I’ve got some explaining to do,” and so the rest of the night was spent sharing the stories and adventures of Team Phantom, as well as other ghost related shenanigans.

After the night was over, Paulina caught Danny on his way out.

“Well, it looks like my invite worked out well after all,” she said before picking up the last name tag left on the table, “Here. We hope to see you and Phantom at our next reunion.” Danny smiled.

“I’m sure Phantom would love to make an appearance.”

Danny turned and rejoined his group. This was certainly a night to remember.

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #phicphight #phic phight 2024

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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the sleepy post show matty affection and cuddles im- i need a blurb if it so bad lmao (side note: hope everything ls okay mads! ty for all the lovely writing recently but pls take all the time u need to work on asks and requests, we will support whatever whenever u post!! love u!)

in that nme interview, matty said that the first thing he does when he gets offstage is smokes a zoot, but that's technically untrue if you're there - the first thing he does is either find you at the side of the stage or wait for you to come backstage from the audience so he can give you a hug and a sweet kiss or several, laughing when you admonish him for being all sweaty and getting you all messy (but you don't mind, really), and getting all sappy when you tell him he was good. THEN he lights up a zoot - and repeatedly offers it to you - and smokes as he gathers up all his shit and chats to everyone, kissing the top of your head every time he moves past you; when he's ready to go, matty takes your hand and kisses it before he leads you to the waiting car (which takes ages because you have to hug the rest of the band goodnight lol). in the car itself, you make small talk with the driver and matty curls up sleepily beside you; he tries to stay awake as long as possible, but the exertion of performing and the weed have kinda taken it out of him a lil, so you're like "baby, go to sleep. i'll wake you up when we're nearly home, yeah?", and matty's always like "nooooo i wanna talk to you" at first, but he dozes off when you reassure him you can talk when you're out of the car and gently start to play with his hair. towards the end of the journey, you wake him up by caressing his cheek and murmuring his name - he'll slowly blink as he awakens and smile tiredly at you, following you out of the car and clinging to you (lowkey to stay upright) as you lead him into the house/hotel/wherever. but i think matty gets a bit of a second wind when the two of you get somewhat settled at home, in that he perks up a bit as he watches you get changed out of your show clothes (typical boy lmao) and then when you have a cup of tea together; that's when you guys chat about the show and your respective days and anything and everything you can think of, a chat which continues as you have a quick shower together if you're both awake enough for that, or just as you lie curled up in bed together if you're really sleepy. regardless of tiredness level, the night always ends with matty falling asleep with his head on your chest, after some more sweet kissing and shared "i love you"s, and you being all "i'm proud of you" and him being all "it's all for you, sweetheart". cute! <3

(and tysm for the support!! ily)

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks

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sleepanonymous · 2 months

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helloouugh i have seen your tags from the ivy neck post lmao.. did.. something happen again in the fandom? i am not asking for details if you don't wanna give tbh, i just have seen nothing and i was a bit bummed out to see you saying you need ''unsee juice'', the boys can't catch a break. :/ i hope that was a 'general state of things' unsee and not smething recent

Hi Anon, ty for the ask 🖤😅 Yeeeah there was some very subtle but creepy drama happening on Reddit over the past 2-3 weeks. Tea below the cut, I guess? TLDR is everything turned out fine but was still a big "Yikes!"

I was a quiet observer of this one, and I'm pretty sure it flew beneath 99.9% of the fandom's radar. I feel kinda bad bringing it up after the dust has settled, but I guess it's my own fault for tagging that IVy's neck meme the way I did 😅

This stated around the beginning of the month, but to tell the story properly, I gotta start 10 days ago. There is an "identity friendly" Sleep Token subreddit where a girl commented under a post stating that somebody's "acquaintance" was mates with her big brother (III being the acquaintance mentioned).

That comment piqued the interest of one of my good friends, and with a little snooping on the commenter's Reddit profile, they found a post from 22 days ago under r/crushes titled something along the lines of "Are your brother's friends off limits? Age gap?" In the post the Reddit user talks about crushing on an older guy who is friends with her brother (👀), and how he used to like her Instagram stories until he deleted his social media late last year (👀👀). At this point, my friends and I were thinking this could be a coincidence or the user could be talking about III based off the similarities and sparse information provided.

I'm almost certain there was a second r/crushes post or an r/dating post, or comments made under other posts, where the user talked about getting invited by her brother to hang out in his "friend circle," where she asked for advice in flirting with an older guy that shares 0% of her interests. I can't find it linked in any conversations, and (spoiler alert) the user's Reddit was deleted.

By this point I, being a 30-something-year-old woman who used to crush on men much older than me when I was this poster's age, who knows exactly how damaging these age-gap relationships can be, felt extremely concerned for this girl (no offense to III). But I, as well as my friends, all decided to keep our mouths shut and not engage because it's honestly none of our business and we don't need to get involved anymore than we were.

Then there was a post under r/dating seven days ago where the Reddit user asked for advice in staying overnight at her new boyfriend's house. This post pretty much confirmed the Reddit user was talking about III with the information she provided in the post, but it's also where my friends and I concluded that this was most likely an entirely made up situation. This r/dating post literally read like the premise to a fanfiction: recently started dating her brother's older friend, she'd never been in a serious relationship but really likes this guy, he invited her to spend the night, and she has no idea what to expect. People were responding to her post with concern and genuine advice and she was engaging and thanking them and giving them more info.

This all posed two possible major issues: One, if this was real, and III had began dating his friend's little sister, she was posting all of this private information about him and their relationship online in a literal breadcrumb trail for Sleep token fans to find. Two, if this was fake, then what the fuck? What was she getting out of this? Was this some weird IRL Fanfic she was writing for herself, using Reddit as her platform and involving real people who were giving her attention, advice, and genuine concern? Was she trolling in the hopes that somebody in the Sleep Token fandom would be following along? Because that sadly did work.

In a very anticlimactic manner, because I can't explain how, why, where, or who, it was found out that III was not, in fact, dating this person at all. Within half a day of me and my friends finding that out, the Reddit user had deleted her profile. I have no clue if someone reached out to her (nobody in my friend circle did) or if she maybe received the same information about III and was embarrassed by her actions online.

Honestly, for III's sake, I hope that this entire thing was some crazy daydream fantasy of some random girl with absolutely no connections to Sleep Token whatsoever. I hope that it simply blew out of proportion and that III had absolutely no idea about the posts the user was making. Also, for the user's sake, I hope she sticks to ao3, ffn, and similar places for these weird fantasies.

Anyway, yeah. Some people don't know how to behave online and they also need to stop bothering III and stay out of his personal business for god's sake.

#anon asks #sleepanon answers #sleepanon rant #i'm sorry #let's all take a big sip of the unsee juice #and send calm relaxing off tour vacation vibe's iii's way #i might delete later idk

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changbunnies · 1 year

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Sugar (18+)

♡ Pairing: Cowboy/Outlaw!Changbin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: wild west au, cowboy/outlaw au, porn with plot

♡ Word Count: 7.5k (i got carried away lmao)

♡ Summary: Despite how terrible of an idea it is, Y/N can't seem to stop herself from continuously going back to the outlaw she let defile her. This is a sequel, and you can read part 1 here !

♡ Warnings: changbin is still mean and condescending in a "nice" sort of way. not as dubcon as part 1 but it is still a major theme, references to guns and gun fights+ bounty hunters + death + murder, discussions about morality + having a morally gray sense of right and wrong, discussions on purity and being impure / tainted / a "whore" (remember that this is a historical setting, and those views don't hold up! your worth as a person is not measured by purity and sex), their relationship is probs toxic lmao

♡ Smut Warnings: references to part 1 and other past dubcon situations, petnames (darlin, sugar, sweetheart, good girl, baby. reader is also refered to as a toy but not outwardly called one), power play, oral (f+m receiving), fingering (f receiving), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, unprotected piv, creampie

♡ Notes: a sequel to Outlaw that no one asked for but i was compelled to write :') as usual, if you’re interested you can check out my fic rec and feedback blog @stray-dreams !

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

no first paragraph before read more because it goes straight into a dubcon discussion and i don't want anyone who would be bothered to accidentally see it! <3 just click the read more and enjoy !

You really should know better. You should know it’s a bad idea to keep going back to the outlaw who violated you, who treated you like a toy, who’s sense of morality was gray at best and entirely nonexistent at worst. How foolish must you be to continually make the same mistake over and over again? To return to the man who treats you as an object suited to his needs and entertainment?

Yes, you really should know better. And yet, here you are again, with the object of your fury and desire standing before you with that signature smirk and amused glint in his eye. Because despite everything, you find yourself addicted to him. You seek him out, again and again, unable to resist no matter how much the rational part of your brain screams at you not to.

The first time you met him again following that fateful first encounter was by coincidence. Changbin had strolled into your town as the sun hung low in the horizon, tying his horse to one of the many hitching posts outside your family’s saloon before entering. You didn’t notice him right away, much too busy serving drinks to the men on the opposite end of the bar from where he sat, but once your gaze finally reached his..

You froze completely, eyes wide and breath halted. His brow raised when yours eyes met, a delighted glint in his eye as his famous smirk overtook his features. Your mind and heart were racing, grappling between what you should do and how you will look if you make a scene out of him being here. He didn’t intend to stumble upon you here when deciding to settle in town for the night, but by God, was he glad this was the place he chose.

He had noticed you first evidently, and was just waiting for the moment when you’d notice him too. And it was amusing seeing you so disconcerted by his presence, your strong persona faltering the minute he entered your space.

He knew where your safe space was now, knew where you called home and where to come find you if he ever so chose to. You, the timid rabbit ensnared in a trap, and Changbin, the deadly hawk ready to devour.

You had to get it together, had to proceed as normal if you didn’t want someone else taking notice of your odd behavior and asking questions. If you were in your right mind, you could probably think of an appropriate excuse to why you were pushed off kilter, but Changbin left you anything but in your right mind.

“What can I get you tonight, sir?” You said after taking a brief moment to steady yourself. The entire exchange of looks the two of you shared likely lasted mere seconds in reality, but it felt like an eternity. He smiled, a mischievous one that did your racing heart no favors, before he answered, “A bourbon, if ya please.”

The night continued as normal for a time following that, with Changbin acting as a surprisingly well behaved bar patron. Though, the only reason he was well behaved was because his eyes were fixed on you. He watched in delight as you wrangled in rowdy patrons and ducked advances from drunken men left and right.

It was fun for him; watching you in your element like that, navigating the clamorous saloon with ease and redirecting trouble with a well practiced stern sweetness. Even your rejections to your patrons were sweet, almost sickeningly so; batted eyelashes, rehearsed apologies and excuses, with empty promises of a ‘next time.’

Eventually it came time for the saloon to close, with locals shuffling through the streets back to their homes while guests from out of town had to decide whether or not they’d be paying for a room to sleep off the drink in. And it’s during that time that Changbin finally caught you alone, the door to one of the saloon’s secluded storage cupboards left ajar after you entered the room.

You were just following your nightly routine, checking what stock you had left and taking note of what you’d need to get more of before the week’s end, when you heard the subtle squeak of boots behind you. “Hey there, darlin’,” he smiled as he closed the door behind himself, stepping closer to you after the lock clicked.

“Changbin–” your voice came out in a stern whisper, unconsciously taking a step back as he moved closer, though there wasn’t far for you to go in the small space, “Get out.”

“Now, now,” he tuts, feigning disappoint as he takes another step forward, further closing the gap between you, “is that any way to treat a payin’ guest?”

“Regardless of that, you still aren’t allowed in here,” you scowled, but his grin didn’t falter; if anything, it grew larger, gratified by the brave front you were putting on. If it were with anyone else, your bravery wouldn’t be a front at all, because you certainly are a brave woman– just not with Changbin.

With him, you’re weak, your spark diminishing the instant his eyes fall on you. And you’ll fight it, of course you will, but when all is said and done, you will give in. Because that’s just the effect he has on you.

“If you’d rather we do this out in the hall, I’m fine with that,” he challenged you, knowing very well that’s the last thing you’d want. His hand reached up to your neck, pushing your hair behind your shoulder and exposing your neck. “It’s a shame the marks have faded,” he said, voice low as his fingers traced your skin, “what do ya say we bring ‘em back, hmm?”

“Absolutely not,” you hissed, your hands landing on his shoulders as you tried to push him away from you. He stood firm despite your pushing, letting out a low chuckle as his fingers moved from your neck to your shoulder, and down the length of your torso. And to be fair, you weren’t actually using your full strength; you were holding back, and he could tell.

He’s familiar with how a woman who's desperate to get away will react– screaming, hitting, clawing; none of which is what you’re doing. And maybe that would make sense if you were the sort of person who’s fight or flight instinct was to freeze instead, but you're not. You’re brave, you fight, you don’t let men get the better of you.

So why is it that when it’s Changbin putting you in this situation, you easily relinquish control? Why were your attempts to put up a fight so feeble, as if you want to let him overpower you? The answer to that question is clear– the biting words and scornful looks doing little to hide the glimmer that hides underneath.

You want him. And if you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself yet, he’d help you see it.

He brought his face close to yours, foreheads just barely touching, the scent of bourbon strong on his breath. The saloon had grown quiet with the closing of the bar and guests retiring to their rooms, and it made you wonder if Changbin could hear how hard your heart was beating. Your eyes were looking to the side, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Eyes that looked straight through you, eyes that uncovered your deepest, darkest desires with ease, eyes that left no room for secrets or lies. Those were the kind of eyes Changbin had, and he used the power they held to his advantage with you. You can’t hide from him; his eyes strip you bare, leaving you as transparent as glass.

Whether you admitted to your desires or not, he’d be the winner. If you gave in right away, confess that he filled you with an impulsive need you previously thought impossible, he’d take pride in the fact that he made you that way. And if you fought, if you denied and rejected, you’d grant him satisfaction when you inevitably crumbled to his touch. Either option left you the loser, because he knows he’s right, and there’s no escaping it.

A one-sided stalemate, where the victor was already predetermined. Your fate unavoidable, Changbin’s hold on your senses undeniable. He has you, and that's why you couldn't look at him. Because no matter how hard you denied it, the truth would be apparent. Much to your dismay, he sees you for who you are– try as you might, there would be no hiding it.

“Look at me, sugar,” he said as his hand hiked up your dress. He wanted to see the expression you held, wanted to see how far your self determination had fallen. Whether it was a look of submission this early on, or a look of pure contempt, it wouldn’t matter; because either way, there’s fun for him to have with you.

“What do you want from me?” you asked with eyes squeezed shut, voice beginning to tremble as his hand rubbed between your thighs. You’re not even sure why you asked, entirely; you knew this was nothing but a game for him, an addictive cat and mouse. He’s in it for the pleasure, for the thrill of making you crumble to his whims– it was as simple and clear as that.

“Oh, darlin,” he cooed as he leaned his head further down, lips brushing against your ear, “you already know what I want.” Fuck. He could see goosebumps erupting on your skin, noticed the way you instinctively tried to close your legs together, though his hand instantly stopped the act from happening. Fun, he thought. Toying with you is so fun.

“I want you,” Changbin continued, bringing his other hand to your face and forcing you to look back at him. “I want you pinned down underneath me. I want to hold you by the throat while I fuck you. I want to watch you become stupid from my cock.”

Oh, God. Your face was on fire, heart bursting out of your chest, hopelessly ensnared by him; caught in a trap you had no hope of escaping from unscathed.

“I’m not going to let you do that,” you managed to say without stuttering, a feeble attempt to stand your ground, though the proverbial floor to stand on no longer existed. But with his hand nestled between your legs, you couldn’t hide the way your body reacted to his words; couldn’t hide the way arousal pooled in your underwear. Once again, your body has betrayed you.

“Is that right?” he grinned as he spoke, the amusement in his voice clear. He knew you’d let him have you, but the fact that you were denying it makes things much more exciting. “I don’t think that’s true, sugar,” Changbin said, now directly rubbing over your soaked underwear, “I think you’ll let me do anything I want.. I think ya want me just as bad as I want you.”

He was right, of course. Maybe you’d hide it for a time, but you won’t be able to resist for long. He’s frustratingly smug and assured, but it’s not without reason. Your self respect, your dignity, your purity– what had become of it? In blatant terms, it’d been ruined– forever marred by his touch, the damage to your body and mind irreparable.

And whatever you could reclaim from what was left has been forever tarnished by your own actions. Tainted by your desire for the man in front of you, your thirst forever unquenchable, the very sanctity of your being in the hands of a criminal.

And in the end, he fucked you right there, in the small, tucked away storage cupboard, with your back against the wall, and legs around his waist. His strength held you up, his arms hooked under your own and supporting all of your weight, your desperate noises muffled only by clamping your hands over your mouth.

He made regular visits to the town after that, becoming a loyal regular of the saloon, charming staff and other patrons alike with his wit and allure. It was infuriating watching him play the role of a simple wanderer looking for work, his true nature and motives known only to you.

No one else seemed to know what lied underneath the charming front. The worst kind of man, a manipulator through and through, a deviant who beckoned you to his room in the late hours of the night, the proprietor to a secret affair not yet uncovered by those around you.

However, he couldn’t hide his identity forever; his past actions eventually caught up to him when a gang of bounty hunters began to sweep the area with wanted posters in hand, eager to collect the reward for the head of Seo Changbin. He left town in a blaze of smoke and gunfire, shooting back at anyone who dared follow him.

You were relieved at first, knowing that Changbin couldn’t return without instigating a fierce gun fight for his life. But as the weeks passed, a gnawing feeling began to eat away at your chest. The bounty hunters moved on, carried by the promise of wealth further west, and yet Changbin hadn’t returned to town. And that was a good thing– or at least, it was supposed to be.

Did you.. miss him? No, that was impossible. Completely unfeasible, utterly out of the realm of possibility. That’s what you told yourself, but the gnawing feeling didn’t recede in the slightest; if anything, it grew stronger with each passing day.

Did you really want to see Changbin again? No, it had to be the hormones talking– surely you weren’t actually hoping to see him again. He twisted your beliefs and made you confused, that’s all; you could recover from this with time.

But you’d been thinking a lot lately about what made Changbin different from the bounty hunters that hunted him, and you came to the conclusion that they weren’t much different in the end; they went wherever money and women called to them, a penchant for violence ingrained in the very essence of their actions.

The only difference between them and Changbin was that he didn’t live under false pretenses or a faux sense of morality; he knew exactly who he was, and he didn’t pretend to be anything different in front of you.

And can you call a bounty hunter morally superior when at the end of the day they are still taking a life in exchange for money? Can you really say that one sin justifies another? Is it okay to kill someone if that person was in the wrong first? You didn’t think about these things until you met Changbin, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know where you stood anymore on whether or not someone like him deserved to die.

You found yourself questioning the people you used to applaud, and wondering if you were really as good of a person as you thought you were. Maybe these complicated feelings always lied within you, and all it took to bring them out was meeting the right person.

No, it was all Changbin’s fault that you’ve begun to feel this way. He warped your thoughts and desires, he made you doubt what you once held firm to, he’s bad for you.

But even so, knowing he’s bad for you, knowing that he makes you act irrationally, knowing that he triggers your deepest impulses, you are here again. Back in the place you first met him, the place you once called home, surrounded by the ghosts of your past, of the person you were before you met him.

“So we meet again, darlin’,” he said when your figure first emerged in his doorway, tense frame instantly relaxing when met with the sight of you, hand falling from its readied position on his gun holster.

You are no threat to him, hungry for his touch as you are. Any threat from you would ring hollow, because for better or worse, he knows you. And you're certainly capable of a lot of things, but fighting against your basest desires doesn’t seem to be one of them.

You stepped inside fully, trying to have a nonchalant air about you, though you’re sure Changbin was able to see through it. He always reads you easily, always takes notice of even the most minute of changes in your body language. You’re sure that even now, he can sense the subtle shy anxiety that wells under the surface. But regardless, you’re here now, having come too far to retreat at the last minute.

And you know that he knows what it is you want, knows why you are here, but should you still be honest? Debase yourself by admitting your most carnal of desires? But at this point, what were you if not tarnished?

Your worth can’t go any lower than it already has– you were already brought to your lowest point, so what was the harm in indulgence? If you were already ruined, why shouldn’t you disregard all you’ve ever been taught, all you ever thought you knew, and let him devastate you?

But no, you can’t do that. It would be too easy, and if there’s anything you’ve learned about Changbin, it’s that he doesn’t like easy. He wants you to stand your ground, he wants you to argue and fight against everything he says and does. He wants your eyes angry, for your voice to tremble with indignation, because it’ll make it that much better when he dismantles you.

He wants to be the object of your ire, for your resentment to build to the point of eruption, only for it to be eclipsed by how good it feels when he fucks you. Whether or not you truly hate him is up for debate at this point, and ultimately doesn’t matter much. What does matter is the fun you grant him, the cat and mouse game culminating into a moment that can only be described as pure bliss.

“I know, I know. Ya want me to fuck you, don’t ya darlin’?” He smiles as he says it, anticipating what your reaction will ultimately be. A glare maybe, with your face hot and red, or mousy as you finally admit openly how bad you want him.

While the looks of animosity are his favorite, he likes the shy looks too; the timid expression on your face when he catches you off guard, a quick glimmer of embarrassment or sheepishness before you can conjure your antipathy to replace it.

“No. I want to fuck you. And you’ll let me,” you say, hoping to come across as confident and stern, “You’ll do whatever I want you to do.”

“Oh? Is that right?” Changbin lets out a laugh, head tilting as he grants you another amused look. That’s certainly a surprise, but he’s not opposed to it. He can easily do that– give you a taste of control, that is. It’s an interesting proposition; a fun one.

He can let you believe you’re the one in charge, that you have the power to make the rules and that he’ll follow them. And maybe he will follow them– to an extent, of course.

He’ll give you his ‘yes, ma’am’s’ and ‘whatever ya say, darlin’ ‘s, play the role of the obedient man cursed to follow your whims, hit you with tongue-in-cheek remarks and let you ‘tame’ him with harsh looks and biting words when he steps out of line. All so that in the end, when he easily takes all the control away from you, it’ll be that much sweeter.

It’s a fun game you’re offering him, so he’ll play the hell out of it. “Sure, sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl for me, I can give ya a reward,” Changbin smirks as he says it, clearly not taking you seriously in the slightest. But that’s okay, because you didn’t expect him to; you knew any attempt to wrestle control would be met with an amused smirk, you knew that none of your harsh words would do anything but fuel his delight.

The reason you’re doing this isn’t to try and gain some sense of control that you know you won’t be granted, and you don’t intend to make him genuinely submit to you; it’s just part of the game between you, and you’re doing your part to make it the most enjoyable it can be. Because if you’re addicted to Changbin, if you can’t escape the way his touch makes you feel, if you can’t get past the need and craving for him, then you need to make him just as addicted to you.

Just as your thoughts are consumed by him, you want his to be consumed by you. Think of only you, crave only you, make it so that no one else in the world can compare. You want to be the first person, the only person, he goes to when he wants to fuck. You want to be the drug in his veins, you want to eat away at his self-control the same way he eats away at yours.

Changbin could easily fight against your touches, stand firm in place and overpower you if he so chooses, but he’s letting you push him to his knees. “Oh, this is what you want?” he asks with his usual smirk, his hands already moving under your dress to squeeze at your thighs. “Ya could’ve just asked, sweetheart. I’ll do it if you ask me nicely.”

You roll your eyes, letting a scoff escape your lips. The only way he’d listen to a request from you is if he relentlessly teased and embarrassed you first. You can easily picture the way he’d grin at you, and the condescending tone and words he’d use to make your fists tremble and skin flush. Yes, even if you asked nicely, begged sweetly, or even desperately, he’d use it to ruin you.

“I’m not asking,” you say as you pull your dress up and over your head, tossing it to the floor beside you, because if Changbin is going to be between your legs, you want a full view of it. Rather than act though, he stays completely still, looking up at you with a lifted brow and not at all subtle smirk, as if to challenge you. A look that says ‘aren’t you going to make me?’

You bring your hand to his hair, tugging roughly as you pull him closer to your center, commanding him to get started. “So pushy, are you always this needy?” he teases with a laugh, but adheres to your demand nonetheless, wasting no time in letting his tongue out to lap at you, his hands now squeezing your thighs rougher than before.

Your previous affairs were a secret you held close to your chest, as you knew you’d be branded a “whore” if it was known you’ve had sex whilst unwed. That being said, you’d only done the act with those you had serious interest in. Sweet men, who treated you like an angel, with the utmost care and consideration. Careful touches and soft kisses that were carried through all interactions with you.

When they ate you out, they did so sweetly, with slow kitten licks and gentle caresses to your thighs. And it was nice, you even thought you liked it at the time, but you know that’s not what you want now. Everything about Changbin is different from every other man you’ve been with, and you want this moment to be different too. You want him to devour you, to make a mess of you, to make you feel a pleasure so foreign and intense that it consumes you.

And that’s exactly what he grants you– a pleasure so explosive you have to bite your lip to hold back the noises that threaten to leave you. The drag of his tongue can only be described as euphoric, and when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, you can’t help but let out a loud, shuddering gasp. You want to keep watching him, but you can’t– your eyes refuse to stay open, the pleasure much too intense to do anything else.

He can tell you’re close when your thighs start twitching, quick breathy pants and whines leaving you freely. And that’s when he gets an evil idea– an idea that will make you desperate and whiny, one that will rip any semblance of control out from your hands and place it back into his. A strong suck on your clit, a few quick flicks of his tongue, your body trembling as your mind screams close, close, close–

And in an instant the feeling is gone, all the built up pleasure receding into nothing. A frustrated whine leaves your lips, looking down to see Changbin staring back at you with that stupid fucking smile he has every time he successfully drives you crazy. “F-Fuck, you fucking asshole, you–” you prattle off insults, though the act does nothing but add to the satisfaction he feels; this is exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

You move your hand to the back of his head, pushing him back to where you want him and demanding that he keep going. And to your surprise, he does, though not without a muffled snicker first. And if your mind wasn’t so clouded by the desire to cum, you might have realized what his intentions were by going back in without a fight, but you didn’t have the mental capacity for that any longer. All you knew is that you wanted, needed, to release all over his tongue.

Changbin goes through the same motions as before, expertly building you up to your release, getting you so, so close, before pulling away again right before you can. Another frustrated, high pitched whine leaves you, hips stuttering in an effort to feel something, anything to bring your release to you. You look down at him again, eyes glossy from the tears welling in them, and fuck, that look really does it for him. The pretty look of aggravation mixed with desperation makes his cock impossibly hard.

You try to push him to your pussy again, but this time he resists, staying firmly in place and watching the way your expression twists into one of near anguish with an amused satisfaction. “Changbin–” your voice doesn’t come out anywhere near as stern and commanding as you wish it to; instead, his name leaves you as an urgent, desperate mewl.

“Aww, poor thing. Ya gonna cry?” he mocks you, head tilted and an infuriating grin plastered on his face. Fuck. You knew it wouldn’t be long until Changbin flipped the script and put you back at his mercy, but this soon?

And he didn’t know whether you were genuinely vying for control or not, if you went into this with the intent to fight until the bitter end or if you were resolved to relinquish it after some time; what he did know is that he loved seeing you like this. Broken almost, resolve crumbled like a sand castle hit by a wave, so weak and ruined, all because of him.

“Want me to keep going?” he asks in a tone that is almost sickeningly sweet, another twisted smile of satisfaction on his face. You nod frantically, a shameless display of your need, and he smirks, answering your reaction with a condescending, “Why should I?” Another whine, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as indignation and desperation eat away at you.

Changbin coos when he sees the tears fall, another “poor thing” leaving him. Funny how he’s the one on his knees, yet is the one entirely in control. You beg wantonly now, countless utterances of “please” and “I need it”, all sense of restraint and shame seeming to have evaporated the moment your tears began to fall. The display makes his cock throb in his trousers, erotic beyond words, utterly enthralling and so pretty.

“Shh, that’s enough darlin’,” he says as he takes one of your legs and guides it over his shoulder, fully ready to support your weight and keep you standing for what he plans to do next.

You keen when his tongue finally makes contact with you again, body shuddering as your head lolls back. One arm snakes around the leg not propped up on him, squeezing at the flesh within his reach, while the other moves between your thighs, fingers prodding at your entrance for just a moment before sliding easily inside.

He gives you no time to adjust to the thickness of his fingers, setting a fast pace with them from the very start. Your eyes roll back, a cacophony of lewd noises filling the space as your high quickly builds back up for the third time.

Between the earlier denied orgasms, the relentless pace he’s setting now with his fingers and the way his lips feel wrapped around your clit, you’re already dangerously close. Your fingers tangle in his hair, both as a means to ground yourself and to keep him as close to you as possible; and it only takes a few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue to send you over the edge.

You cum hard, Changbin’s body and hold on your leg being the only thing keeping you upright as the waves of pleasure course through you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your entire body shaking, with the only noise you’re capable of making being sharp gasps as your release spills on his tongue and fingers.

You sink to the floor when he moves back and lets you go, legs akin to jello and no longer able to support your weight after having what was easily the most intense orgasm of your life. Your eyes are still closed, breathing labored as you try to bring your mind back down to earth. Changbin meanwhile rises to his feet, being the one to look down at you now.

It’s a pretty sight; your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, tear stains on your cheeks and body flushed. But it could still be prettier, and he knows exactly how he wants to achieve that look. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” you hear Changbin’s voice call to you from above, and when you do you’re met with quite the sight.

His cock is in one of his hands, trousers having fallen to the floor around his ankles. You must have been too lost in your haze to hear him unzip his pants, or to hear the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor. You look up at his face next, taking in the expectant gaze he’s shooting at you.

You’re half tempted to say no, to make a big show out of protesting and coax him to put you back in your place, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want his cock in your mouth right now. It’s not often you’re granted the pleasure of sucking him off, as he usually he goes straight into fucking you after he’s done with his merciless teasing– so you’ll play the good girl role, just this once.

You shift to be fully on your knees, opening your mouth wide for him and letting your hands rest on his thighs. He brings a hand to the back of your head, pushing you the rest of the way when you hesitate, ensuring you take the entirety of his length in your mouth in one go. You gag when the tip touches your throat, but Changbin’s hand holds you in place, preventing you from instinctively retreating.

The way you're looking up at him through your lashes, eyes glossy with fresh, unshed tears and nose touching his pubic bone– it’s enough to drive him wild. But he won’t lose it just yet; he’ll grant you a small kindness by giving you a few moments to adjust, to familiarize yourself with the feeling of his cock down your throat and learn how to breathe through it. He can’t let his favorite toy completely suffocate on him, after all.

He sets a brutal pace once he’s sure you’re adjusted, sparing your poor throat no mercy. You can barely even hear the low groans he lets out over the salacious sounds leaving your mouth and throat. It’s a struggle not to choke and sputter every time he thrusts back into your mouth, and each failed attempt causes the tears on your lashes to spill over.

The saliva that has pooled in your mouth escapes out of the sides, sliding down your chin and dripping onto your chest. You can’t help but squirm as he holds your head in place, your nails digging into his thighs as you try your hardest to ignore the growing ache in your jaw and effectively breathe through your nose. You can feel his cock twitch against your tongue as his pace becomes the slightest bit more sporadic, and for a moment you think he intends to cum down your throat, but he doesn’t.

He pulls out instead, a subtle smirk on his face as he watches you take big, gulping breaths to allow air back into your lungs. You wipe your face clean with the back of your hand before you look up at him, knowing he’s far from done with you. He takes you in his arms, helping you rise to your feet (though you doubt he’s helping you due to any sort of caring, and is only doing it to get you where he wants you faster.)

“Come with me, darlin’,” he says as he leads you to the bed with him, paying no mind to the unsteadiness in your legs as you try to keep up with his pace. Changbin sits first, pulling you onto his lap immediately after. You already know what he wants, but you can’t– your knees ache from the time spent on the hard floor, and the usual strength in your legs has all but evaporated.

“Bin–” you start to whine, complaints lingering on your lips, but he tuts before you can even begin to speak them. “What’s wrong, sugar? Didn’t ya say you wanted to fuck me?”

Fucking asshole, throwing your words back at you and looking at you with that devilish smile. He should know you weren’t even that serious about it! He’s just being cruel. “I can’t, I–”

“You can,” he interrupts, guiding you to align yourself with him, “You will.” His hands are holding your hips, another expectant look on his face as he waits for you to sink down on him. “You’re so fucking mean–” you cry, body trembling as you lower yourself onto his cock. He just grins, knowing very well that if you truly hated how mean he was, you wouldn’t have crawled your way back to him.

Your pace isn’t all that fast given the ache in your knees, but contrary to what you’d expect, Changbin doesn’t scold you. Instead, he cups your face under the chin, directing you to look at him. “So sweet, aren’t ya sugar?” he smiles, thumb rubbing your cheek while his other hand stays firmly on your hip, “such a brat sometimes, but you do whatever you're told in the end, don’t ya? Such a good girl when ya want to be, huh?”

You should be ashamed of the way his words fill your stomach with butterflies, but you truly can’t help it. He knows what he’s doing too; knows how to drive you absolutely crazy, knows how to be mean in just the right way, so that when a praise hits your ears it affects you all the more.

However, despite your best effort, you can’t get your legs to cooperate with you any further. Your legs feel so heavy, and having your hands firmly placed on Changbin’s chest for support does nothing to ease the unsteady trembling. It’s a subtle sort of humiliation– making you do something he knows is near impossible in your current state.

The tears are welling in your eyes again and threatening to spill, frustration in your gut and exhaustion completely taking over your body. Your legs throb from the exertion and fatigue, your energy beyond spent, you can’t keep going. Your pace slows to a near stop, and you look at him pleadingly, teary eyed and pouty, a silent beg for his help.

He knew you wouldn’t be able to do it for long, but he made you do it anyway, because this is what he really wanted. He wanted to watch you turn into a pathetic, whining mess, he wanted to relish the look of anguish on your face. He has to be cruel to you, because the end result is always so addicting.

“Tell me what you need, baby. Need my help? Need me to fuck you?” he smiles sweetly as he asks, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. You nod quickly, leaning into his touch that shouldn’t at all be comforting but somehow is in your near-delirious state. “Use your voice, sweetheart. I gotta hear you say it.”

God, he loves when you get to this point– where all anger and shame has been replaced by the overwhelming desire and need you feel for him. You’re babbling out pleas over and over, and he takes a moment to savor the sound of it before shushing you. “Hush now, darlin’, I’ll give ya what you want.”

He flips your positions easily, you landing on your back against the mattress and Changbin now hovering over you. You stare up at him as he sinks back into you, the sight of him making your heart race. It’s infuriating how handsome he is, especially in moments like this, where sweat lingers on his brow and his jaw clenches.

Changbin is good at acting unaffected by you, always able to make it seem like he’s not at all enthralled or addicted, always making your need for him appear one-sided. But the truth is he needs you just as bad as you need him, because in you he has finally found his perfect match. You wanted him to crave you solely, to look for you and only you, not knowing that he already was.

He didn’t seek you out all those times after your lucky re-encounter because it was easy or convenient; it’s because it was you, specifically. He’s no stranger to brothels and bordellos, nor to the coy advances of working women. There are countless women in the world, countless establishments he could spend his coin at to satiate himself, but they weren’t you. All he wants and all he needs, the very picture of perfection, you.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a sensual kiss as he starts to thrust in earnest, and the act makes your stomach twist. He’s kissed you before of course, but only ever with the intent to tease or humiliate you, and never while his cock was inside you. And you don’t know why, but it feels good. He can tell you like it too, by the way you clench around him, and from the way a pleasured noise he’s never heard before leaves your throat.

He keeps his lips attached to yours, tongues sloppily rubbing together. His fingers dig into your hips as he fucks into you, his tight hold leaving indentations behind in your skin. Changbin curses under his breath when he pulls away, both of your highs quickly approaching. You’re squeezing him so tight, and the feeling of your nails digging into his skin is intoxicating.

“Fuck, ‘m so close-” he groans, pace quickly becoming more sporadic. And this is normally the point he’d pull out, letting his cum spill between your thighs or onto your chest and stomach, but.. He looks at you, and all he can think about is how you’re his. He wants no one else to have you, no one else to touch you, no one to even look at you the way he does.

So instead, he pulls you in even closer, your chest firmly pressed into his as he presses his lips to your ear. “Gonna cum in you darlin’. You’d like that, right? Want me to fill you up?” You gasp at his words, one that transitions into a moan as your arms and legs wrap snuggly around him. It’s a bad fucking idea, but you want it so bad.

Whatever the consequences are, you’re too far gone to care about them. You want him to claim you in all ways; his teeth, his nails, his cum– it didn’t matter, so long as you were his in the end. “Y-Yes, please, I want it,” your answer comes out between shuddering inhales, desperate and eager for Changbin to release inside you.

It only takes a few more thrusts for him to spill inside you, the sensation of his cum shooting in you both foreign but good beyond what you ever could’ve imagined. His hips don’t stop moving even as he cums, and the continued thrusts paired with the feeling of being filled up for the first time sends you over the edge too, body convulsing in his hold as pure pleasure fills your senses.

You’re both breathless when you finally come down from your high, body going limp as you release Changbin from your hold. He pulls out slowly, and fuck, the sight of his cum dripping out of your hole is utterly intoxicating; he’s definitely going to become addicted to it. He lies next to you when he’s done admiring the view, looking at your face next with a subtle smile.

“What do ya think about being my lady? Hmm, baby?” he asks as he pulls you in, pressing your body into his as his arm wraps around your waist. You blink as you process it, a sort of warmth overtaking your body as the question settles in you.

“...Are you serious?” you can’t help but ask, unsure if this is going to transition into some sort of tease if you say yes, or if the question is genuine.

“Dead serious, darlin’,” Changbin answers easily, his smile the most earnest you’ve ever seen it to be. Not at all condescending, no trace of a humiliating remark waiting to be said; he’s simply asking you a question, with nothing more beyond it.

And he wouldn’t say it’s love that drives him to make you his, because genuine love is a foreign thing to a man like him, but this is likely the closest he’ll ever get. He just wants to know you’ll always be there, that you’d follow him anywhere he goes, that no matter where life takes the two of you, you’ll belong to him and he’ll belong to you.

And fuck, it’s a really bad idea. You really, really shouldn’t– you should know better. So why are you entertaining the idea? Why does the thought of spending your days with someone so objectively terrible make you so happy?

He’s really fucking ruined you, it seems. He’s a terrible man who does terrible things, he’s a criminal, he’s a manipulator– your immediate answer should be a resounding “no.” But the truth of the matter is that Changbin makes you feel like no one else; infuriated but desired, broken but simultaneously put together.

You’ve come to enjoy the dynamic you have with him; you now understand the fun in the back and forth, the pleasure to be had in the banter and fight, how impossible it is to let someone who matches your energy go. And a life with him would surely be a life of turmoil, of danger and of risk, but it would also be one of pleasure and unforeseen excitement.

Your life was good before meeting him, but it was also dull and predictable. You were likely to spend your whole life in the same place, forever at the beck and call of your parents, or a man that while sweet, wouldn’t excite or please you the way Changbin does. If you say yes, your life will change forever.

No, that’s not quite true; your life already has been forever altered by meeting him. You’re already his, and this is nothing more than a formality. Because why else would you be here right now, if you weren’t already his? For better or worse, you belong to him, body and soul, and you’ve come to realize that nothing will change it.

“Teach me how to use a gun and I’m all yours,” you finally say, and Changbin laughs, clearly pleased with the answer you came to. “You got it, darlin’. Just promise ya won’t shoot me by the time we’re done.”

“No promises. I’d be careful if I were you,” you smile, tone light and playful. “Is that a threat, sugar?” he meets your smile with one of his own, tilting his head to the side as he always does when he’s amused.

“Sure is. Don’t pretend you don’t deserve it,” you answer, and he laughs again, pulling you into a kiss afterwards. Body to body, limbs tangled together as you smile at each other, he thinks about what a perfect partner in crime you’ll be from here on out.

#skz x reader #changbin x reader #skz smut #changbin smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune

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hi!hi! truth or dare 🕯️, 🥤 , 🍄, and 🪲 hehe

hiiii ty friend!! // [questions]

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

it entirely depends on the fic lmao. like sometimes i rewrite then edit old fics, which i love because it's a quick job and i can see how much i'm changing and what's improving (which i did with "hours" last summer), but some fics (ie sugar baby au) are just. a fuckin headache. because it feels a bit clunkier and harder to get my head around which i like less

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

i really like all of pigeontoad's wesper fics! they've got about 3 on their pseud but they're all a nice mix of horny and sweet 😊

🍄 ⇢ share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

i think my fave wesper headcanon, which i write into a lot of post-canon fics, is that they try VERY HARD to take things slow after the auction, like VERY VERY HARD. and they try to do this in terms of physical stuff as well as like, sleeping in separate rooms and giving each other space and taking things slow and sensibly. and i also think they fail FUCKING miserably and end up joined at the hip and making out pretty much every night from the very first night every night (and i think this settles, eventually, and they start to grow as individuals on their own, but really fail at "taking it slow")

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

i added some bits to my firstprince cowboy au! but i can't count so this is 93 words:

This early, the light is sparse, and that means shadows sink and spread like watered down ink over Alex’s face. There is still a brightness in his eyes — or, that isn’t exactly right. It’s a kindness, or a goodness. Henry isn’t sure it makes sense for it to be directed at him of all people, but he thinks it would be uncharitable to complain. Alex didn’t have to invite him out today, and neither of them are idiots. He’s doing this for Henry, like offering out an olive branch to a strife-torn man.

#asks #anon

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 - roof floor. two sides of one coin

series masterlist ! current: two sides of one coin !

pairing; phoenix x five warnings; death, mentions of past, heartbreak, love lol, not proofread. word count; 8.9k notes; last chapter of the season, thank you for reading truly. hopefully some of you out there are agreeing with how making this story become. now I have bring out a white board for this one coming. LMAO. cheers, I'll see you next book :3

THE DREAM STARTED AS GOOD, AND HE ALMOST DIDN'T WANT IT TO END. Five was settled on a chair, the house familiar. He had seen it before. It was Phoenix's home, the one he had visited. The house was as large and pristine as it used to be. He looked down and saw a mug of black coffee in hand, as he sat on the porch, feeling a smile on his face. Then looking forward to seeing the purple-haired woman. Her hair is loosely clipped to an updo. Her hands pressed dirt down as she fiddled with flowers around.

Getting up she sighed and removed the gloves walking up to him, "Well the new tulips should be ready to bloom in like a couple of months."

Five rolled his eyes, "I don't know why you are so keen on keeping the garden."

The woman walked up to him, an arm next to his head, "Because my mother loved tulips, you idiot."

All he did was smile and lean up to press a kiss into her lips, "Just shut up and join me," he said and pulled her into his lap, sitting in content silence.

That was before his dream started shifting and started seeing a blur of his dreams and memories. Stumbling down a hall, Phoenix's giggles rang in his ear. Their hands are tight in grip. The blur of watching Reginald, shaking his hand with someone else. The sounds of high-pitched moans in his ear. Sensations of nails scratching along his shoulders. The feeling of pure euphoria.

That was all until he peeled his eyes open. His head pounding and trying to gather itself. His surroundings were all spinning and blurry.

Lifting his head he mumbled, "What did I get up to last night?" his vision cleared as he absorbed the room he settled in. Eyes then landed on a lump of purple hair with a bare back, noticing the red string tattoo down her spine, "Fuck," he muttered.

"That is what you did," a voice replied.

He turned to see her moving and also getting up. His head turning away as her breast came into view.

This caused the girl to snort, "As if you didn't see more than my tits last night," she laughed, getting up and gathering the thin sheet around her body, "Plus if I do say so myself you weren't too shabby."

Five groaned and just began getting dressed, "You're stupid," was all he could really say. He didn't need her knowing that he too enjoyed their time together.

Phoenix just hummed, "Alright there buddy, I'll see you out there."

Five grabbed onto her forearm, "Wait aren't you going to change?" He questioned as he looked down to see her just have a thin sheet around her.

The woman smiled and leaned closer to him, faces almost touching, "Trust me, honey, I'm comfortable in my own body," she paused to give him a peck on the lips, "Don't worry I won't be jumping into anyone else's bed." Was all she said and left the room, to leave Five to his thoughts.

The purple-haired woman strutted down the hall and headed back to the seamstress in hopes of getting another outfit. To really bring out the joy of the end of the world.

Finished getting dressed, a tight-fitting black suit vest to match her stripped cropped dress pants. And tying up her black Converse on her feet.

"Oh this is perfect, shows off your tattoos perfectly Miss Magnolia," she said a smile on the old lady.

Phoenix smiled and nodded, "Thank you once more."

Before she could reach the door, Reginald Hargreeves stepped through, "Miss Magnolia, if I could have a word."

The woman paused and nodded, "You may."

Reginald nodded, "As I come to know, you my dear are an essential part of this mission."

Phoenix raised her brow, "Are you sure about that?" she questioned, "Last I heard you killed Eight Hargreeves because she was too powerful."

The man shook his hand, "Eight is a story for another day, that is if you help us see to it," he started, "I could see you and Five are getting along famously."

Phoenix couldn't help but blush, "You know I keep on having dreams of something telling me something is wrong," she said trying to avoid anything of Five.

"Well, you can find out if join us for the meeting."

Everything in this world of hers was left behind, "Alright what the hell."

Reginald nodded and opened the door for the young girl behind her, "Perfect, after you."

The two walked down the hall to eventually arrive at the lobby. Klaus and Chris cheering for the girl.

Five's eyes landed on her new outfit, and just nodded in her direction, knowing she would feel it.

"Alright let's begin. The Norse had eight sleepers. The Blackfoot, eight stars. As a boy, I heard the legend of the eight bells. All these stories are the same. The village is under threat by flood, by fire, by a night that never ends. A shaman brings his disciples to a sacred cave. He tells them if they can ring the eight magic bells, the village will be saved, and all will be restored just as it was." Reginald retells to all the umbrellas in the room.

Lila couldn't really take the shit, "Reggie?" she calls, and watched the man hum at the question, "Can we get a little less Brothers Grimm, and more 'what the hell does this have to do with us?'"

"There is a truth to these myths. None of you can deny what's going on around us. All of existence will be gone by the end of the day, but whoever or whatever wove together space and time, they left a way to put things back together if the universe ever faced total annihilation," he answers as his eyes travel to each of the people left in the world, "There is a portal in the universe. I built this hotel around it. And on the other side is the answer," he finishes.

Luther who had Sloan huddled to his shoulder speaks up, "And... we're supposed to, what? Just stroll in there, ring some bells, and fix this shit?"

"Sarcasm aside, you are mostly right," he answered, "Except for the guardian."

Everyone looked at each other uneased as he said the words, "What kind of guardian?" Asked Viktor.

Before Reginald could answer, Diego beat him to it, "Kinda guardian that does this," he says lifting his hand with missing fingers, "He has a sword."

The older man nodded slightly, "It is a force to be reckoned with."

"See? Yeah. This is where you lose me," Luther speaks up exasperatedly.

"Honestly that's where?" Phoenix speaks up, "He lost me at magic bells," she snorted it out, Lila letting out a laugh at her friend's joke.

"Why would the builders of this 'back door' need to have a guardian?" Viktor then asks ignoring the purple-haired girl.

Sloan then spoke knowing why, "Ah! To protect it from people who want to use it for nefarious means," she answered with a smile.

"That is correct Sloane," Reginald confirmed.

"So it's gonna take all of us to defeat the thing protecting the bells," Allison adds hearing the words from the old man.

Five rolled his eyes, "You're actually buying his crap?"

Allison looked over at Five, "How is a guardian and bells crazier than time-traveling briefcases and assassins with cartoon masks?"

"Actually she got you there," Luther replied agreeing with the Rumor.

Everyone was somewhat silent, before Ben stood from his seat, "I'm in."

Five stared at him, still trying to figure out who was in the room with Reginald the night he and Phoenix stumbled across.

"Me too," said Diego, getting up and letting Lila fall on the couch, "But I think some of should stay back, like Lila.

The blonde didn't like the answer and stood, "Uh no. Or maybe you can stay and I go."

"This is way bigger than all of us. Nobody can stay back," Allison added.

This made Phoenix's senses tingle a bit, it was something about her tone that she didn't like. There was something up there.

"You my children, are all that stands between us and oblivion," he says trying to convince them, "Are we ready to go?"

Phoenix scoffed, "That's where we are Reggie, Hotel Oblivion," she said crossing her arms.

"Well, I say we vote," Viktor offers.

Ben looked at him in disgust, "This isn't a democracy. Dad's calling the shots."

Five shook his head, "I'm with Viktor. We vote."

"The world is ending, and you want to count hands?" Reginald asks looking around the room in disbelief.

"You're asking us to risk our lives," Luther adds, "I think it's only fair you give us time to discuss it. Privately."

"Agreed, Phoenix come along," Five said getting up and dragging her with him.

The purple-haired girl was confused, "Are you actually thinking about this?"

He turned to her, "No, but last night before," he paused to blush slightly, "Us I suppose, we were stumbling down the hall, and I saw Reginald talking to someone."

The girl hummed and nodded, "You're right I do have very vague memories of him," she paused to slump on a chair nearby, "I bet my own life it's Allison."

He raised an eyebrow, "And why do you think that?"

Leaning closer to him, "Well think about it, she has the most win if whatever comes out of it," she starts and watches Five sit next to her, "She's always talking about Claire, and some dude named Ray right?"

Five shook his head, "No she isn't."

"I know, I had a brief moment where I touched her and saw it," she said shrugging, "There's another thing."

Five looked at her, "Well on with it."

"That feeling of Eight, remember when I told you it felt familiar?" she asks and watches as he nods in agreement, "Well it's getting heavier, I don't know what it means."

"Are you saying Eight might be alive?" He asks looking at her.

The woman shrugs, "Whoa there, I'm not saying anything, I'm just feeling a very strong energy in the air right now," she says looking in his direction, "It might also just might be me still horny."

Five scoffed and got up, "If you behave," was all he said, and walked away, listening to Phoenix's laughs from afar.

Getting up from her seat she spots Lila from across the lobby, walking closer to each other.

"I hear you had a good time last night," Lila began her elbow tapping her.

Phoenix laughed, "It was enjoyable, to say the least," she started settling to sit on the steps, "Dear old Eight did have good taste for men."

The two huddled together, "Do you think this is the end of it all?" Lila asked breaking their silence.

"I don't think so. As much as things will become shit, it will only get worse and then we'll be saved somehow." Phoenix tells her.

It wasn't long before everyone gathered together once more. Five and Phoenix leaned on a pillar as the rest were by the stairs.

"I think you can all guess which way I'll be voting. We've all been through a lot. We've all lost people," Allison starts and looks over at Five and the others, "But their deaths all have to mean something. Which is why I'll be voting to go with Dad."

Not a shocker, thought Phoenix to herself.

Lila then steps down and whispers something to Diego, "Let's go save the bloody universe!"

"Well then since she's voting that way, I vote to stay. How's that for playing nice," he says and gives her a smug smile.

Lila scoffs, "You're not being serious?"

"It's his vote, Lila," she says looking back at the blonde, "Klaus?"

He drinks in hand and smiles, "I'm with Father."

"Okay that's four to one," Allison continues then looks forward, "Viktor."

The smaller man looks at her and sighs, "Look, I want to believe, okay? I really do. I just can't shake the feeling that we don't know what we're getting ourselves into."

"No, but we know what we've got if we don't," Allison responds, "We have to go into this together. Viktor. A family." She continued in hopes of convincing him.

Viktor was annoyed now, "You can't just keep throwing the word 'family' around. It isn't enough. I vote to stay."

Allison didn't respond but moved on, "Luther?"

"Um, Sloane and I talked, and, well, we're out. Look we wanna spend whatever time we have left together, and not fighting some guy with a sword and ringing bells and stuff." Luther states, looking at his other siblings.

"Well, dead even. Four in, four out," Viktor says.

Reginald then looked over at the duo, "That leaves you Miss Magnolia, and Five."

Five still didn't back down, "I saw the future, and it told me to sit this one out. I vote stay. It's time we accept our fate."

Phoenix claps, "Well I've been haunted in my dreams by voices, all in despair, and maybe it's time I snuff them out. As for Chris thank you for leaving him out."

The curly-haired boy pulled on his denim jacket, "When Eight came into my universe I was met by a brilliant mind, my family then were thrilled to have her. And now she left me some of her powers in thought that she would take care of me. But in reality, I think it is time for me and all of us. To go back to the people we miss in the beyond."

Allison taking it the worst looked over at her siblings, "You're all pathetic."

Reginald then steps forward, "Children, I can't say I'm happy with this. But I see now the blame falls on me. I failed you when you were young, and I have failed you now. And in doing so, I have doomed the entire universe. If anyone needs me I'll be in the courtyard...awaiting the end." He finishes and walks out of the lobby.

"Now what?" Diego then asks.

Phoenix this time was the first to answer, "We wait for the end, dear friends," she says and walks off, Five not far behind.

"See you around, It's been interesting," Five adds as they disappear.

He runs up the final steps to catch up with her, "And just where do you think you're going?"

The girl shrugs, "Nowhere in particular," and so she continues walking just to be at the reception area, and Five without a word follows her.

Five smiled slightly at the sight, before Phoenix could turn he spoke up, "Would you mind giving me one more dance?"

The girl turned to him, "Hmm look at you, even in defeat I would've thought of a way to save everyone," she said as she placed her hand in his.

"Normally I would, but I wouldn't do that while you're here with me," he replies, spinning her, and placing his hand back at her waist.

Furrowing her brows she couldn't help but smile all the same, "You are a softie."

Five didn't know why he was acting like this. Even with Eight, the two most of the time bickered, but that was how their love language was. Yet as Phoenix said, here he was treating her as some rare jewel he had found. He couldn't help but want to treat her the same way. As a beloved jewel that was no one else's but his.

"Only for you," he said not disagreeing with the statement.

Phoenix only smiled and continued their silent dance at the end of the world. With the man, she had dreams with all the blurry dreams finally coming to her at a time like this.

"Hey Five, can I tell you something?" She suddenly said, their bodies flush as they swayed.

Five didn't even have to have Eight's mind-reading powers to know, "You don't have to say it, me too. Somehow this twisted time brought us here together."

As pulled them apart slightly, she fully stepped back and gasped, "I remember, it was Allison in the room with him."

Five searched his head as much as he could before it clicked. His memories appeared, and in that room with Reginald was no other than his sister Allison.

The two with no more time left to dance, left the room back to the hotel. And just like a cue, they heard Sloane's screams.

As they entered, the sight was Sloane holding her husband Luther in her arms. All bloodied, chest holding a deep gash. In the corner, Allison too had bloodied hands.

Just after the duo had come into the room, Viktor followed, "Oh my God, Luther."

Phoenix held onto Five's hand tightly, "What happened?"

"He went to go get ice. I couldn't—"She started in between sobs, "He didn't come back. I..I don't know," Sloan cried out, still looking down at her husband.

Everyone in the room held somber faces.

Lila looked over a Diego with a frown, "It must have been him. The Guardian."

Looking back down at Luther he nodded, "She's right. Whatever did this had a long curved blade," he said leaning down to inspect his body closer.

"How...How can you be sure?" Viktor asks.

Diego turned back to Viktor, "I don't know much, but I know knives."

"Children, what's going on?" Reginald's voice comes in gasping at the sight, "Oh God! Luther."

Ben who was sitting clenched his jaw, "If we attacked first, he would still be alive."

Everyone in the room was silent, hearing the distant rumbles coming from outside. Until the entire building started trembling.

"Gu—Guys! Hey guys!" Exclaims Ben as he catches a glimpse of the end of the non-existent corridor.

"What are we gonna do with Luther?" Sloane cries.

Five who also saw the end of the hall looked around, "Okay, we're out of time! The Kuelblitz is here."

Reginald taking his moment opens the passage, "Into the passage! It's the only way."

Diego grabbed a gun from the wall, "You agreed to stay!" Viktor says as he stops him.

The man looks at him, "They killed Luther alright?!"

Reginald still holding the door, "Come on, children! Hurry!"

"We can't leave him," Sloane says trying to grab her husband.

Allison gets ahead of it and grabs her, "We go now, or we're gonna die."

Everyone shuffles in, Five pulling the purple-haired girl with him. Once more evading the Apocalypse. The specialty of the Umbrella Academy.

"Let's never do that again," Viktor said panting as the rest of them looked around the room.

"What, narrowly escape the Apocalypse? It's kind of our thing, isn't it?" Five says stepping into the room.

Allison looks over at the bull's ass, "There's something very wrong with that."

Lila looks over at it, "Same suite, just ass-backward."

"No hyperbole there," Five agrees looking at the same bull.

Ben just paced, "This is some Alice in Wonderland bullshit," he mumbles.

Diego still with a rifle in hand agrees, "Yeah, it only gets weirder."

Last to arrive was Reginald who panted as he slammed the door shut, "At last, the other side."

Phoenix had been counting as each person came in, "Uh try again Reggie, wheres Klaus?"

"Children, I'm sorry, but your brother. I did all I could, but he didn't make it through in time. The Kgelblitz has claimed its last victim." He replies out of breath.

The purple-haired girl didn't know the séance all that much but he was a part of the family, "Bullshit, he was right behind five and I," she pressed.

Sloane already sad to leave her husband, couldn't bear the thought of another, "We need to go back."

Reginald shook his hand, "There's nothing to go back to. Children, there will be time for tears later. Right now we have to keep moving." He says and speeds out of the room.

"Wait, Luther and Klaus?" Vikor then asks, the thought of their brothers gone.

The siblings didn't really have much to say. So in silence, they followed after the older man. Five making sure he held onto Phoenix's hand.

As they arrived at the lobby, Reginald looked around in awe, "It's magnificent," he said continuing down the steps.

Ben too was amazed at the sight, "You guys should've stayed here. This place is way nicer."

"Lila and I barely got out alive last time remember?" Diego added so they knew the severity.

Ben being cocky as usual responds, "Yeah, but I'm here this time, and the numbers are in our favor."

"Well, whatever it was. it was strong, fast, and super pissed," Lila added remembering how it took off Diego's fingers.

Walking to the front desk Diego was the first to arrive, "Alright, so, whatever you do, do not ring this bell."

"Why's that?" Phoenix asked.

Diego looked at her, "Be my guest if you want to lose a finger," he paused to look at Ben, "or a tentacle."

Sloane still not in the right state of mind moved forward, "I'll take my chances."

Before she could Lila got in her way, "Don't!"

"Get out my way," she argued.

"To take this thing, we need to be in the right state of mind," she tried to say and calm the recently wed and widowed.

With tears in her eyes, Sloane replied, "Right state of mind? You think I'm angry? Yes, I'm angry. I want to kill whatever it is that hurt Luther."

Diego moved forward, "Luther isn't the only one that's gone."

Viktor nods, "We lost Klaus too. I'm angry okay? We all are."

Phoenix lets go of Five's hand to move towards the revolving doors, "Don't try it Phoenix, Doors won't let you out."

Allison looks around, "So what we're stuck here?"

"This place is a test and a trap and a means of salvation, all at once," Reginald answers as he walks up to the front desk.

Viktor doesn't listen, "Does anyone know what that sign says?"

Diego replies, "Yes, it says "do not ring this bell.'"

Five moves in, "We get it Diego, bell bad."

"He oldie, Reg, what do we do now," the purple-haired one asked.

The man doesn't say anything for moments as they all call his name. All he does is flip frantically through the pages of some old journal he carried.

Before Lila could hear the old man's answer she made up her mind, "I'm hungry. Does anyone fancy an unagi roll?" she asked and walked towards the revolving sushi bar.

Ben scoffs, "How could you possibly be hungry at a time like this?"

Lila frowned and looked at him, "I don't know. How can you be a dick at a time like this?"

Phoenix snorted at the words from her Brit friend, earning a glare from Ben.

"Hey!" Diego interjected, "Back off alright?" he said stepping closer to the man, "She's eating for—"

"—Strength," she cut off Diego before she could out her pregnancy to the entire room, "In trying times. Diego come with me for a second," she then added quickly, pulling the man by his arm.

While everyone disbursed for a second, Phoenix couldn't help but feel that dull strong pain still. She was here. How the tattooed girl didn't want to know. But all she hoped was that she was here for good and not some evil shit. If it came down to a fight, she didn't know if this time Eight would be easy to take down. Somehow when they were back in her place, her fighting felt thin, it was strong, but it was held back by any strength. This time she wasn't sure if she'd win. Either way, it might not even be Eight in the flesh, it could be just something holding the substance of her power. Or at least she hoped.

The true lingering question was, would they survive this one? Or was this more so the actual end for all of them? Selfishly, Phoenix hoped they survive. She just now found a new love. Someone who also has the abilities just like her. Someone who isn't afraid to call out her bullshit. Someone she least expected to fall for.

"You feel it too huh?" A voice came next to her, she saw no other than Chris.

She didn't really have to ask who he was talking about, "I do, but I only hope it's not as I think it is."

The younger man scoffed, "From the last time, I sure hope it's just an empty shell and nothing else.

Before the two could talk about it more, she felt a hand in hers, "Phoenix we got to go."

The girl nodded and followed, Chris right behind the two.

"Gather 'round children. Now that we've had a chance to catch our breath, the real work can begin."

Five moves forward, "Ah, the myth of the eight bells, eh?"

The man with a book still in hand nods, "Exactly. Somebody's been paying attention."

"Okay, so we find the bells, then what?" Diego asks just wanting to kill the beast.

Reginald looked over at him, "No, no, no. The bells are just a metaphor for this," he said putting up the book and showing the group a drawn symbol.

Phoenix couldn't help but roll her eyes as everyone could see what the hell that man was talking about.

"The sigil," Five said looking at the shape.

Reginald once more nods, "That is correct Number Five. The sigil is the key to the seven bells. Once we find this symbol we're one step closer to resetting the universe."

"What do we do when we find it?" Sloan asks.

At that, the older man paused, "I don't know," he says genuinely.

Viktor furrows his brows, "Excuse me? We're here because you said you had a plan," he says hands moving in exasperation.

The older man looks over, "I do, up to a point."

Lila snickers at the words, "Great. So we'll just stay in the hotel forever. Staring at the walls and eating bad sushi."

No one could answer her sarcastic remark besides of course Allison, "Finding the sigil is our only way out of here and the best chance we have of testing the universe."

Every word that came out of her mouth just made Five's idea that Reginald and Allison were working together, all the more true, "Funny how you and Dad are on the same page again," he questioned while giving her an accusing look.

To avoid any conflict Viktor spoke up, "Okay, where do we start?"

"We'll split into groups," he states closing his book, "I'll get with Allison and Sloane, Ben and Five with Viktor."

"No, we want Allison," Viktor interjected.

Five looked over, "Ben for Allison. We've trained together so it makes more sense if we take Allison."

Allison just smiled in disbelief, "Uh, no, thanks."

Viktor looked over at her, "Why not?" he asked.

The woman had no response, but Reginald filled the silence, "Splendid idea. Allison, you go with the umbrellas. Sparrows, stick together."

Five looked over at Phoenix, "Come on, let's get going—"

"—no she must go to a different floor, we have to split up to get more ground," Reginald said as he cut off Five trying to get her to go with him.

The purple-haired girl nodded and smiled at him, "I'll be okay Five," she said squeezing his hand and heading off on her own to a different floor than the others.

Stepping into the elevator, the girl quickly moved through the rooms slowly. It wasn't until she was on the floor that she realized. How the fuck am I supposed to find some sigil? I can't fucking see.

So she just sighed and tried her best with the abilities she had, but then as she stepped through a door the whole floor changed. Her heightened sense of feeling walls is different. Some that were open were now closed off.

"Jesus what is happening here," she mumbled as she went on about opening other doors.

Still, each room was untouched, or no unfamiliar energy that she could trace.

But it was sudden that she felt a shift of five strong entities. And of course, it all came to life when the rumbling of the bell spread through the hotel.

And one of them appeared at the end of the hall.

"Well, shit."

The large knight stood tall and proud with a sturdy staff in hand. All the more ready to defeat her and she stood weaponless. The knight slammed the staff onto the ground and then walked closer to her.

As the large statue reached her, it slammed it right where she was. But luckily Phoenix moved out of the way in time. Cringing as she felt the wind past her face.

"Holy shit," she gasped at the sheer force that would've hit her.

Pushing her back against the wall, she leveraged herself up to kick the knight and make it stumble.

Slapping her hands together, a slight pulse shocked the floor. As she separated her hands, a glowing gold staff appeared. She twirled it around her body a couple of times, before leaving it to settle to rest on her forearms and partially behind her.

With her other hand, she waved the statuette knight, "Now we're even ground you freak," she hisses and does miss her chance to run towards it.

The large staffs slammed against each other, as the two tried landing a blow on each of them.

Phoenix slammed one tip of her staff against the ground, to help her jump over the knight, all to stab the staff through its torso, her hands glowing her eerie red, pushed against its back to send it tumbling a few feet back.

"That all you got freak?" she taunted.

The smile fell off her face when it got up, and teleported behind her this time. The being grabbed her by the neck to through her through a door. Groaning as she tumbled and rolled on the tiled floor.

She was in a room similar to where she had bathed naked in front of Five the first time all those days ago.

"I just had to say something," she mumbled cracking her back as she took a running head start to the knight. Jumping right before, and wrapping her legs around his head. Crossing her ankles to keep the hold, she used her hands to try and pry off the head.

The knight doing its best to knock her over. Moved and flailed around, even to reach for a knife in its sheath. Moving it forward to stab it in her thigh.

The girl screamed, "Fuck you, you mold-looking piece of shit!" she gritted, moving her other leg up his shoulder. The once in pain followed, not leaving behind that hissing of a young woman.

pushing her legs down and hands on the head she was able to rip it off. Ungraciously jumping off and landing more so, stumbled back to the ground. Right as she thought she won, the knight just continued to move towards her staff back at hand.

"What does it take with you?!" she screamed, this time not caring if the whole building went down. Hands brightly glowing. One stretched out to conjure it frozen, her hues surrounding it, the other moved her wrist and fingers as she ripped it apart with her hands. The room was all slightly following her commands as well, the walls crackling under the sheer amount of power held within. Each piece that was ripped off the knight, pulsed throughout the building, each more violent than the last.

As the other Umbrellas and Sparrows went on the fight. They felt each of the pulses, almost like small earthquakes right below their feet. The walls all had thin little cracks, all glowing that bright red.

Five who had been hiding behind a washer, noticed and recognized those lines, "Phoenix," he whispered, but not having enough time to think about it as he had his own to defeat.

When all the pieces had been separated, she pulled her hands into fists and crumbled the knight, sending one last pulse that jolted the building, the lights flickering. Sighing she leaned back to a wall and removed the knife from her thigh throwing it across the room. Reaching for any piece of cloth she could find and wrapping it around her thigh tightly.

Pushing herself up to a stand, she made her way back to the elevator, "Jesus Reginald, what did you do," she mumbled leaning against the elevator, pressing the 'L.'

Looking to the last one to arrive, "Phoenix," they had mumbled walking over to her and pulling her into a hug.

"Five I did say I was going to be fine," she mumbled into his neck with a chuckle.

Five pulled away from it and smacked her on the side of the head, "Yes by almost taking us out in the process, whatever ever you were doing shook the entire building," he said and pulled her by hand towards the others.

The two then realized Klaus was back, "Klaus," Five started at the sight of the man.

The séance looked over at the two, "You guys look like shit."

Phoenix scoffed, "You try battling the guardian love," she said an arm around Five's shoulder as the wound on her thigh was throbbing.

"We just did," Allison says.

Viktor looks at the others, "So did we," he replies looking at the others who apparently also did.

"Guilty here, nasty buggers," she mumbles, "Klaus honey, we thought you were you know dead?"

Klaus nods, "Yes you maturing loving flower, that resembles my dead sister, I'm alive and amazing, despite Dad's attempts to bash my brains in, but tearful reunions later. What you guys need to know right now is that. Dad killed Luther. And he locked me out of the tunnel, and he rang that stupid bell!" he says finally.

The group then went to face the man who coincidentally stepped into the area, "What's your plan, old man?" Five yells his arm around Phoenix's waist.

"We have no time for this," Reginald says while the book is still on hand.

Sloane is once again in tears, "You killed Luther!" she says.

"I had no choice. You refused to come together as a team," he says looking towards them.

Ben appalled at his father's words, "All of your stupid myths and stories. There were never eight bells or Norsemen. You brought us here to die!" he exclaimed, angry that he had never seen his intentions before

The older man shook his head, "That is not so. Somewhere in this hotel is the key to resetting the universe. We just need to find the sigil!"

"Phoenix I might be on onto something, can you stand?" he asked watching as the girl nodded. Not hearing the siblings behind him argue with the man.

"Ours had a horse," Sloane added holding onto her wound.

Phoenix caught herself up with the conversation, "Mine had a staff."

Diego and Lila looked at each other, in sync, "There's one left," they realized.

"Let's go after it!" Sloane suggested.

Phoenix laughed, "Not to be a sour puss, but some of us barely made it out alive," she says motioned around the room.

"Hey guys I found the Sigil. It's on the—" Before he could finish the glass above them shatters, the last knight dropping through. Not before throwing his axe on the rope towards Five. Cutting his arm clean off, leaving him to his screams.

The others preparing for a fight, slicing Klaus first. Slamming it into the ground to get everyone off their feet. Stabbing Ben right in the stomach.

The others evade and scream to avoid getting hit. Diego getting into a direct fight with him. To be smacked on the ground. Before setting on Sloane who did her best to keep it from hitting her. Hands glowing weakly, as she was injured badly. As her power flickered off the Knight was never able to get her.

"Nobody hurts my wife, you son of a bitch," Luther says and grabs into the guardians threw him easily behind him as if he were a rag doll.

The mask flew off the Guardian to travel a holed-out face. All the while Luther and Sloane reunited, Phoenix moved closer to the guardian.

"Phoenix stay away from it!" Five yelled his arm tied up to avoid more bleeding, "The sigil is on the lobby floor. It's the stars!"

"Children find a star on the sigil. Stand on it!" Reginald yells as they watch him the guardian stands again, "Hurry it's the only way to defeat him!"

Phoenix cracked her neck, "Not the only way," she hissed, running at the whole speed her hands glowing the familiar red. The guardian swung its weapons at her, but all they did was turn back to dust. Moving her hands and fingers, the guardian looked down at itself to see it being crushed. All to eventually meet its end.

Everyone but Five had stepped on the sigil, but the room then all fell into a gold room full of symmetry, "Hey you're okay," Five said checking to see if she was wounded anywhere else besides her leg.

"So you've found love once more I see," The two looked over at Reginald confused, "And I had done you a favor to bring her back."

Five's eyes widened, next to Reginald almost as if a door had opened. Eight Hargreevees in the flesh stepped through. Blonde hair long a soft resting on her back. She looked exactly like the last time he had seen her, minus the stab through her. Except she wore a white version of their uniform. He was in a trance at the sight of her.

"Darling, I came back to you," she spoke, the flat American accent that he so long missed, "I told you all would be well."

Without instinct, Five's grip on Phoenix fell, and began walking toward the woman he married. Leaving a girl to be brokenhearted.

As he reached his wife he couldn't help but smile. Lifting his hand to touch her cheek, "You're real," he whispered tears coming to his eyes at the feeling of her skin under his. Blue bright eyes, that just seemed to see through him and the world.

Her hand reached and covered his, "Of course I am. I'd always come back to you."

Breaking their reunion, "Number Eight, you know of your mission," Reginald's voice broke them apart.

The blonde looked over at the older man and nodded, "Yes Father."

Five furrows his brows as he watches her move away from him, "Eight, what does he mean?"

She doesn't answer, but when he goes to grab her hand, he's incapable of moving, "Eight?!"

Eight only had one this in sight, a girl and her brilliant purple hair, "There can only be one of here darling."

The rest of the Hargreeves, all stuck to their stars, unable to stop her.

Just like it was engraved in their memory, they watched Eight begin to glow slightly, her hair floating and mixed her her brilliant hues.

Charging up a large blow, Phoenix could believe this was happening. One she was a second choice, rebound if you will. Two, she was fighting against one of the strongest forces in the universe.

Putting her palms up she was able to disperse the force around her, not before stumbling at the sheer strength. This woman didn't train with her powers enough, yet had enough force to blow her open.

"Eight this is what you said would happen!" Phoenix called avoiding all her attempts to get hit.

The blonde smirked, "Well change of plans little bird," she seethed, floating in the air and conjuring large stones at the girl.

Clapping her hands once more to get the staff kicking it to hit the stones. Breaking them apart, but it wasn't enough when Eight came barreling towards her. Grabbing her neck, "Come on, I thought you'd be stronger than this," she laughed throwing her to the ground breaking ground.

Phoenix rolled and tumbled a couple of times, before quickly reacting and throwing her hands up so knives flew right at her.

Thinking they would break apart like the many times she countered, to her surprise they didn't. Each knife either skimmed her skin or stabbed her. Eight yelped at the sensation but pulled out the knives at hand.

"Now you're talking," she hissed and continued to conjure things out of her memory, but the pest was agile and able to move them aside.

Phoenix slammed her hand on the ground, and Eight's power diminished for the time being. The purple-haired girl sped over to her and punched her in the face.

"God I've been waiting to do that," she said not waiting for her to recover, and kicked her in the stomach.

Everyone didn't know who to cheer for, they had come to know Phoenix and what'd she's done for them. Eight on the other hand was the original, was there for all her siblings in one way or another.

Five the most was conflicted on who his heart truly belonged to. Eight had been his wife the woman he had promised to love until death. Which happened, she had died. Never believed that he'd love anyone else, yet Phoenix dug her way through his skin.

The two fought hard as explosions and pulses could be felt, and they were thrown near the family. Phoenix got up, bruised and bloodied.

"Phoenix watch it!" Lila called gathering her attention, looking just in the she caught her spear that was about to pierce her heart.

"Just die with grace Phoenix!" Eight taunted her hands attempting to push the spear more.

While Phoenix's attempt was the opposite, the ruling force started picking up winds as the two pushed their limits. The tattoo girl felt this was her end. After all, she was only here for the mission of not ending the world, and finding Eight. Here she was, strong as ever, even more so now she thought.

In her dying moments, she didn't want to regret anything. Love was something she never lacked. Her parents more than anyone did just that. Lila had grown to give some type of love, as friends from different times, but they did. Fighting for each other before they knew anyone in this room. And then there was Five, or so she thought. The boy had convinced her that he was in love with her. After all they had gone through. But it seemed she was just a doorstopper, the meanwhile before he got to what he wanted. It hurt to know that she had grown to love him and all his family and flaws. The ruthless stone cold man, aggravated hated everyone. Maybe his act truly was that good, she believed on that night, that he did too return the feelings.

Just as time seemed to stop, as she was going to let go she heard it. Lila had even frozen, she had known the name but didn't use it out of respect. Gasping looking up, it had been decades since heard that name.

"Rhaenyra!" Five had called from his frozen feet in hopes that she heard him, "Don't give up please!"

Somehow it was comforting to hear that name after all those years. Fully standing she blasted the spear right back at Eight, except unfortunately for her, it pierced right through her.

Rhaenyra ran as much as she could, and caught her with her power to soften the landing, "How is this possible? I have all the power in the world you should've died."

Feeling the faint heartbeat, she knew it wasn't long, "A name holds more power than you think."

The blonde coughed, a little blood spouting out, "Rhaenyra, let's have a chat huh," she said and held out a hand and touched her forehead.

Soon thereafter they were no longer in the same place before she sat Eight along with a little boy in her lap.

"James meet a really good friend of mine," the blonde begins, "This is Rhaenyra."

The little boy smiles at her, "She looks like you Mommy," he says noticing the differences between the two. Purple hair, tattoos, and pale grey eyes.

Eight chuckles and nods, "That's because she is me from a different timeline," the woman explains.

Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel James heart beat familiar. Almost like Five's.

"Go on James I'll be with you in a second," Eight says and places the boy on the ground, he goes off and runs away into the thick magnolia trees, "I'm sure you're wondering, but he's Five's and I son."

"Where am I?" the purple-haired one asks, feeling nothing familiar at this plane of land.

Eight laughs, "You won't find any you know. This is the Void. The place you go when you die. Klaus would be able to explain it a little more."

Rhaenyra furrows her brows, "Wait you're saying I'm dead? Where's god?"

"You're not dead hun, just visiting, god is a little girl on a bike. Kinda a pain in the ass," Eight says scratching her head.

"Why are we here?"

Eight gets up from her chair, in this world she wore a loose white dress, "Because my dear, I'm dead. And Reginald has a bad case of leaving those close to him dead. Trust me on that," she says, and snorts, "Plus I can't leave you without your memories."

The purple-haired girl turned her head, "What—"

Before she could finish Eight had tapped the side of her head. The girl stumbles from how much she's missed.

Rhaenyra looked up at the woman, "Oh my god, I know the two of you. Five he hunted me down several times...You also did, you warned me," she realized but paused to look in her direction, "Wait but why were you trying to kill me out there?"

Eight sighed and crossed her arms, "Well I wasn't. It was Reginald who wanted to see you Crumble per se. He brought my body back with a cause basically. It was going to be you and me against the end. One of them would die. But before Reginald brought me back to life, as one does in making a deal with God, the girl," she paused to look somewhere.

"Anyway, that my memories would be intact. So I just had to get you here in the void to speak like equals. I won't lie to you, if it wasn't for Five's little heroic moment, you have died. And that's the end of it."

Rhaenyra frowned at the words, "Why'd you let me live? I had accepted my death."

Eight moved and held her hands, "It's not your time yet, mine was and was always to die at my father's hand. But I'm okay because I have my son. And you Five."

"But he's your husband?"

Eight waved a hand, "He was my husband. And I served my purpose of being with him when we both needed it. I was a flashlight for the darkness. This time you're his sun that shows him the world my love," she said and placed her hand on her shoulder, "We both can't exist in this world. You and I are the opposite sides of one coin. One must fall for one to rise."

"He chose you at the sight of you," the purple-haired girl said, remembering the hurt that went through her.

"Then make him regret it, because the chapter of him and I had been over the second I stepped foot in the 1960's. On that note there he is." The blonde reached out a hand for the curly-haired boy she had met a few days before.

"Hello sister, I've missed seeing you," Chris said and hugged tightly, "learning to use your powers was hell."

Eight laughed, "I'm sure it was, I'm glad time treated you well little brother."

Rhaenyra shook her head, "I'm confused why are you both here?"

Eight and Chris looked at each other and smiled, "To return what belongs to you," Eight said and placed her hand on Rhaenyra's chest, Chris on top of hers.

Their hands began glowing a distant hue of orange that sparkled with an occasional pinks.

"What are you doing? Eight?" she asked frantically.

Eight smiled, "It's a gift from me to you. Just take care of each other, okay?" were the final words from Eight Hargreeves.

All the while Eight and Rhaenyra were passed out, the rest of the Umbrellas/Sparrows. Nearly dying, until somehow Allison grew a heart for other than herself and saved the rest of them.

"Trust me," were her final words before pressing the bright red button.

The first thing she heard was the elevator ding, and from a distance cars and vehicles honking. All of them walked out and couldn't tell where they were.

She was the last to step out, as she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but utter a gasp. Was this the gift Eight meant? Did she give her sight? Something she kind of had but never to the extent of this. The colors of things never had felt more alive. The textures, movement, and architecture, were all new to her.

Lila laughs as they make out alive, "Cool," she says looking around at a true small park.

Fives walks forward to see the head statue of Reginald.

Viktor suddenly turns and sees Luther. Come out of the elevator, "Luther?" he says smiling.

The tall man looks over confused, "You can see me?" he asked surprised.

"Yes!" Viktor exclaimed bringing the man to a tight hug as he shouted happily that he was alive.

Rhaenyera smiled along as the rest cheering the man was well in the world of the living.

"Whoa that's not all big guy," he says motioning to his smaller frame.

Luther looks down and lets out a breathy laugh, "Whoa!" he motioned with his hand on his chest, "Oh shit! My body! Wait." he continues looking down his arm to see no hair, "I look amazing."

Everyone then started noticing new things about themselves, Five's arm, Diego's fingers.

"Wait I gotta show Sloane," he said looking back but confused when he didn't see her, "This is so cool. W-Wait. Where's Sloane?"

Klaus raised a hand, "Oh she was, uh...She was right being me—"

"When Allison hit the bloody button," Lila says.

Diego looks around, "She's gone too."

Klaus couldn't help but feel different, "you know, I don't know about you guys, but I have not felt this good in years." he said stumbling around the grass.

"Does anyone know where the hell we are?" Ben then asked.

At this Rhaenyra answered, "The hotel, or at least where it used to be," Her eyes settled on each one of them. Taking their features in.

"I think the old man did it, he reset the universe," Five then added.

Luther couldn't help but worry about his wife, "Sloane! Sloane!" he called out, "Hey, I don't care about my resets, all right? I want my wife back. Where is she, Five?" he said grabbing onto Five's jacket.

The young teen looked at him, "I'm glad you're alive, but take your hand off me."

Luther didn't listen and grabbed him with both his hands, "Not until you give me an answer."

"Okay, screw this," he said moving forward, but nothing happened. He looked back at his family, "Something's wrong."

"That's right. you're about to get your ass kicked." Luther said.

Diego smiled wildly, "Yeah, kick his ass," he says encouraging the fight.

Five looked back at Luther, "No you moron. My power. I can't blink."

Luther let him go, "Yeah right," he answered sarcastically.

The others all then tried to use their abilities remotely, but came empty-handed, "that's not good," Diego mumbled at the sight of a knife he twirled falling.

Rhaenyra looked down to look at her palm. Realizing maybe this is what they meant.

Everyone started going about their own lives.

Including the purple-haired girl, before a hand reached to her shoulder, "Where are you going?"

Her eyes landed on his, "To live my life once more," she said.

"I thought we would do that together?" Five asks.

The girl was furious, "Oh you thought? Did you even think when you chose Eight?"

Five frowned at the words, "She was my wife—"

"—Exactly! She was Five. Eight has been dead for a long time!" she paused to chuckle dryly, "Find me when you know what you want."

"Rheanyra! Wait!" he called following out of the small park.

Leaving nothing but the Reginald statue, their lives all waiting to become something new. Hopefully this time it'll stick.

Rhaenyra free at last. To do whatever she wanted, something she hadn't been able to do in decades.

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