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ephemerensis · 4 months ago

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Lavender // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

part 1. this is part 2. i just took the LSAT (law school test) feeling floored and dejected right now i cannot lie! rly just ran through writing this 😖 not proofread im sry

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When you came to, it was Red Robin at your bedside. His hands neatly folded beneath his head as he rested it on the side of the mattress. The way his back rose and fell, and the way he was still as you shifted around indicated he was asleep. You knew little of him, but enough to know that this was a rarity, to see him in his slumber. And it softened something in you, awakening a yearning to protect this peace for him.

Memories of the previous night ran through your head again, and from what you could collect you remembered that bludgeoning feeling that accompanied his little outburst. To think you were the source of his stress, and his being here amplified that. Tense even in sleep like a guard dog at your beck and call.

But he’d forget you soon enough.

If you were honest with yourself, you held a selfish desire for this arrangement to last as long as possible for all the wrong reasons. He was kind and dependable and witty; talking was easy and secretly fawning over him was even easier. This, of course, you knew was unsustainable. You’re a job. He’s a hero in a mask.

When all is good and done and you go your separate ways, he’d find something else to stress over. Although, you hoped it wouldn’t be so taxing. You weren’t happy to be a burden, but if you were his worst then the rest would be easy to bury when you were gone. Wishful thinking, there’s always bigger fish to fry. But worse was the thought that something else could make him as upset as this.

He looked so peaceful, face resting in his palms, features angelically frozen in place. A couple of stray strands dangled between the whites of his mask, brushing against his nose as a breeze trailed in from the open bedside window. You reached forward to push them back, but as soon as your fingers brushed his locks he stirred. Your eyes widened; pulling your hand back, out of embarrassment or something other— you weren’t sure, you pretended to be interested in the birds flying by outside as he’d picked his head up off the sheets.

“Y/N?” It was a wonder you mistook him for Tim the night before, the fatigue was likely to blame. What a ridiculous mistake. Where Tim sounded gentle and fleeting, like waves lapping at the shore, Red Robin was more grounded in his speech. They were uncannily similar in their own respects, but the difference was undeniable. When Tim spoke, it was like he coaxed you into listening, when Red Robin calls your name it’s like he pulls you to him.

You turned from the window to look at him, feigning as composed of an expression as you could, as if your hand wasn’t inches from his face a couple seconds ago.

He stood, stoically brushing himself off and straightening himself, “are you feeling alright? How’s your arm?”

That’s right. You’d been shot at. You glanced at your bandaged arm, neatly wrapped and tightly bound. It honestly wasn’t so bad, it was the tranquilizers that really hit you, and the worst of that effect was long over if your sudden alertness had anything to mean by it, “fine, I almost forgot about it.”

He shook his head, arms crossed, “I don’t know, you seemed pretty shaken yesterday.”

“Was not.”

“Sorry, who was screaming crying?” The ghost of a smile danced on his lips.

Your face burned red remembering your sorry state, “you said you wouldn’t show! How was I supposed to know?”

His lips curled up into a real smile with the twinge of something like guilt hidden underneath it. You didn’t mean to make him feel bad, but the fact that he was smiling was enough to ease your heart. “Told you I could get in anywhere.”

The serene expression on his face reminded you of Tim. In almost every sense they were different, but something in their mannerisms aligned as if the very fabric of their nature were cut from the same cloth and tailored by someone else’s hand. And although you’d only met him once, Tim struck you as someone you really wanted to know. He was magnetizing and more importantly, things with him felt like they were easy.

“Do you know if Tim Drake got out safely?”

Red Robin nodded, “he’s fine.”

“He hid me in the first place, you know,” you smiled to yourself, “and then he went back out for his brother or something. He seems like a really good person.”

He snorted and you swore if you could see his eyes he’d be rolling them, “he should’ve taken you outside to the police or left you with a guard at least.”

You furrowed your brows, “don’t be mean.”

“Just saying,” he mumbled. “They did book tickets for you to return, the Waynes.”

“I’m not going back, I told you that.”

“At least think it over.”

“I slept on it, I’m staying.” You cut him off before he could protest, “at least until the launch. And I meant what I said, you don’t have to watch me anymore. It’s not like I remember all the files I’d read, Gotham is safe, and I have my own people. I’ll just have to keep a… lower profile.”

“You meant what you said?” You couldn’t read his expression, the mask got in the way.

“Every word.” But the way he asked the question made you want to throw in a ‘mostly’ for insurance.

“So you really like Tim Drake?”

Your face burned, immediately crossing your arms in defense. That part of the conversation conveniently slipped your mind.“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“So you don’t like Tim.” The nerve he had to smirk at you left your jaw on the floor as you stumbled for a response. As if you’d admit it twice, you didn’t even know him that well.

“Stop bullying me,” you grumbled.

He just snorted, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “You don’t need to keep a low profile. As long as you’re here I’ll take care of you.”

You whipped your head to look at him. The last thing you needed was to be a burden to the infinitely charming, slightly annoying, masked stranger sitting in front of you.

“No way, I can handle—“

“I’ll take care of you,” he reiterated, in that frustratingly soft tone that made you forget everything else. Your resolve was by no means something weak, but you already had an inclination towards him, you knew this. And he was too tantalizing to deny, he must know this. It wasn’t fair, you had to fold.

“Thank you.”

Despite it all, you still exercised your caution. Unlike before, you were careful about announcing your whereabouts or even spending excessive time in public. He would do his job, but you would do your best to make it easier. And things were quieter, nothing happened.

A week after the altercation your schedules cleared enough for you to meet Tim for coffee. He’d reached out first but you brought up meeting, for business purposes of course. You’d arrived early, out of something like excitement or anticipation. And he was late.

“Hey, sorry traffic held me up.” Your heart sped up when you saw him walking towards the table, and you weren’t sure if it was your brain tricking you into thinking you liked him that much or if you were really that pathetic. His hair was messy in the way hair gets tousled when you change shirts, but it suited him more so than the polished, perfect look he’d worn the day of the gala.

“That’s okay,” you shook your head with as calm a smile as you could muster, “my schedule is open today. I’m not in a rush.”

He beamed at you, taking the opposite seat. “Right! What’d you order?” Tim nodded towards the cup in front of you.

“Oh, it’s—“

“Wait no let me guess.” He squinted at the cup before locking eyes with you. The cup itself wasn’t clear, but maybe he could get a sense for what it was based on the residue on the straw or something ridiculous like that. After a moment, it seemed he’d decided. He spoke with confidence, complete and certain, “a chai… dirty. Like four shots of espresso dirty, light ice, sugar free sweetener.”

And he was wrong. You burst out laughing, “What? No.”

His eyes had a tendency to smile before his lips did, you noticed. He was shocked for two seconds before laughing with you. “Was I close?”

“Not even, you order espresso with chai? Are you okay?” You scrunched your nose and shook your head just thinking about it. Not just espresso but four shots of it, he was something else.

“No, see, I’m more of a straight black coffee kind of guy.”

You had to laugh, making him stare at you with an amused confusion. First his archaic responses to emails and now this. He just looked young, but he was 40 and balding deep down inside, you knew it. “And you like reading Kafka and playing chess too?”

He tilted his head to the side in catlike curiosity, and the sunlight caught in his eyes the way it glimmers on the surface of the ocean. It wasn’t fair to compare him to a cat though, you’d supposed, he was a dog. Through and through. “How’d you know?”

When he’d gotten his coffee order (pitch black; you shuddered just thinking about it) and you’d both settled into the late morning, he suggested a walk around the city.

You were supposed to be playing things safe, sticking to quiet locations that Red Robin could clearly monitor you from. But truthfully, you hadn’t had time to see the city, nor did you want to turn down the most charming guide the place had to offer. So of course, you agreed. Red Robin was good at his job, this much would be fine.

“You know, I’m not so bad a dancer. I just hadn’t waltzed in a long time.” He’d taken you to a park in the heart of it all. It was huge, sprawling walk ways amongst rolling hills dotted with trees. Somewhere in it was a lake, he promised, so that’s where you were headed arm in arm.

“Right,”he scoffed, “I believe you.” You could’ve drowned in the sarcasm that dripped from his voice. If he wasn’t so chipper about it, you might’ve even been offended.

“It’s true!” You smacked his arm with a half hearted huff he had nerve to laugh at. After a breath, you started again, “I’ve been meaning to ask, what cologne do you wear?”

An emotion flickered across his face, going as a quickly as it came. If you’d blinked you’d have missed it, the briefest twitch of his left brow and the way his lips parted for a millisecond. Not that it meant anything to you, you could’ve imagined it, because he was back and beaming before you could push on.

“Why? Do you want it?” From seemingly nowhere, he pulled out a pocket sized atomizer and spritzed the wrist of his sweater. Tim linked his arm with yours again, before taking the cologne covered sleeve your shoulder and arm with it. The scent of that lavender vanilla washed over you again. In your head you thought they were Pavlov-ing you in some tag teamed manner. At first it was whatever, but now those gentle notes meant safety and comfort. It made you mellow. “Just hang around me more often, it’ll stick.”

“Red Robin wears the same one,” and there it was again. Except this time his face didn’t change, but you could feel the muscles the arm linked to yours tense briefly and his pace slowed by a millisecond. “I just thought it was a funny coincidence. I’ve never met anyone else that’s worn it, and I know my perfumes. You’re a fan right?”

“Oh no, not at all.” He said it too quickly and he knew it. It looked like his featured had frosted over, like a deer in headlights. Tim cleared his throat, glancing away awkwardly. “I prefer Red Hood,” he tacked on.

“Oh,” you frowned, maybe he was shy about it or maybe Red Robin yelled at him. He was displeased enough the other day. “You’re awfully similar, I think you’d get along. He’s a little meaner though. Well, not mean but like… closed off.”

“Yeah that guy sounds like he sucks,” he mumbled.

“Don’t say that.” It came out sterner than you’d intended or anticipated. You don’t know why the urge to defend your masked stalker arose so strongly within you, but you didn’t feel justified in anyone thinking anything less of him than what he was. Softening your tone, you tried again. “He cares a lot, and he tries really hard, and he’s good at what he does, and it makes a difference.”

He just stared at you. But not in a way you could decipher. He wasn’t annoyed or spiteful or anything. He just stared; mouth slightly agape and face unshakingly still.

Tim’s silence spurred on your embarrassment, maybe you’d spoken out of turn. You were suddenly very interested in the foliage, “hey, look at that… tree.”

“You’re right.” Relief flooded your body as he broke the tension, and moreso because he agreed with you. “Do you wanna go out sometime? With me?”

You slowed your steps to a halt. It came out a little out of the blue, but more importantly, “this isn’t a date?”

“I can do better than this for a first date.” And with that oh so gentle smile on his face, you were doomed to believe him.

Tim delivered, of course. He took you to a pottery house to paint your own plates and spin your own mugs; none of which were shaped very nicely by either of you, but he insisted they were gorgeous and… avant garde.

After you’d both wasted enough clay and everything was ready to be fired, he took you to a private garden with the most scenic blooms in Gotham. For a workaholic shut in, he knew an impressive amount of plant facts— at least enough to give you a guided tour of the place and tell you what each flower in the bouquet he picked for you meant.

Subsequently he’d prepared a picnic dinner under starry skies and a full moon, that he insisted he’d cooked himself. He was lying, but you wouldn’t find out until years after.

So saying yes to a second date was an easy answer. And to a third. A fourth.

Before you knew it, you were going steady, and the day of the product launch was soon approaching. You didn’t know what you’d do after. It’s not like you had everything on the files memorized, so if anyone kidnapped you for information, Gotham would be safe. But likely they’d try anyways and you couldn’t keep dragging Red Robin along on a string.

You’d grown fond of his presence though, telling him secrets or asking for advice about Timberly, and you were disappointed when he rejected your employment offer. Not that it surprised you, he had his own agenda. You weren’t scared of going long distance with Tim, he’d reassured you that the two of you could FaceTime during your 30 minute lunches and that he liked you, like really liked you. And you could believe anything out of his mouth these days. Moreso you were sad you’d miss him, well, them. One was your confidant and the other your lover; leaving felt disheartening.

“Tell me why you like me again,” you asked. You and Tim were bird watching at a local wildlife sanctuary. Even though it was a Saturday, the reserve was big (and unpopular) enough to be sparse. And the stillness of it all gave you enough room to hear yourself think and bask in the ambiance of being around him.

The truth was you didn’t know much. It was impressive how, with the lengths the two of you would talk, you learned nothing about him. Everything centered around you or the city or something other, and you couldn’t control it at all. He was enchantingly skilled at directing conversation.

“Because your eyes sparkle when you talk and your hair is shiny,” he answered.

You nudged his shoulder, making him lower the binoculars he was looking through from his eyes. “That’s not what you said last time.”

“I find new reasons every time I see you!” Handing the binoculars to you, he pointed in the distance at some vague tree. “Look there, I think it’s a blackbird.”

You peered through the lens and after some squinting to try and deliberate branches from feathers, you could see what he was talking about. “Tim that’s a crow.”

“No way,” he took the binoculars back to take another look. After a few seconds he shook his head solemnly, “it’s too small to be a crow. I’m so sorry, but you’re wrong.”

You gasped at the accusation, as if you could ever be wrong, “it’s too big to be a blackbird!” Looking for the bird again to confirm what you saw, you huffed, “its beak isn’t even—“

When you’d whipped around to tell him to look again he caught you off guard, just looking at you with the most serene smile you’d ever seen.

“Yellow,” you finished. “It’d be yellow if it was a blackbird.”

It was one of those where you couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or being genuine, although neither was every far off from the other, overlapping often like the ripples fish make in a pond. In this regard, he was uncannily like Red Robin; you couldn’t tell a thing he was thinking.

A faint whistling sound pierced through the air for a moment, so subtle it could’ve been mistaken for bird song. That moment was all it took for Tim’s expression to change, barking a command for you to duck before pulling you down by your arm anyway. The dull thunk that hit the tree you were leaning on seconds later told you why.

The red tail of a dart was stuck in the trunk where your neck was seconds before. You really couldn’t catch a break. Your head snapped towards the sound of rustling leaves in the direction the dart was fired from.

“Did anything hit you?” he whispered and you shook your head. Before you could think anything else your feet were moving on their own, trying to keep up with him as he weaved through the trees, dragging you along. The grip he had on your wrist burned and under different circumstances you’d have been impressed with his agility through the rough terrain, like a third grader admiring the fastest kid in school.

Despite his talents, you weren’t so graceful and you found yourself tumbling along. In your own way you were gifted with tripping on every root, rock, and stone that littered the ground. If it weren’t for the grip on your wrist you would’ve fallen and given up at the first rock that crossed your path.

He ushered you into a small bird watching cabin before letting you go and closing the door behind him. You gripped your knees trying to catch your breath as he peeked out the windows.

“Stay low, they can shoot through the windows.” You nodded, sliding to the floor with your back to the wall. Instead of sitting beside you, Tim headed straight towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To get help. You’ll be safe here,” he flashed you a reassuring smile. But before he could leave you caught his arm, shaking your head.

“Red Robin’s here, we’ll be okay. Just stay.” This you knew was true because he said he would be, and you didn’t need much more confirmation beyond that. The only thing that irked you about the whole situation was why he was so late, he’d prevented almost everything so far, but you were certain he was rushing over or taking care of it as you spoke.

To your surprise, Tim didn’t budge, looking you dead in the eye with one of those unreadable expressions again. He didn’t tear away from you or do anything intimidating, but it was in the mystery of his expression that you found yourself nervous.

“They’re not far behind. Let me go.” He spoke gently but poignantly, like goading a child. And while it was compelling, as he so often was, it didn’t make sense.

“No he’s here, it’s not safe outside!” It felt like you were begging. In all the time you’d spent together, you knew one thing for certain. Tim wasn’t stupid, and he definitely wasn’t irrational. This was something else, and he wasn’t being himself.

“Y/N.” In your head you ran through a hundred scenarios. Maybe he got hit by a dart and it made him delusional, or maybe he was a robot clone short circuting. But the plea in his voice when he called your name struck you in the same way an apology from the other night did.

He was still as you let go, reaching instead to cover his eyes with your hand. With just half his face in view, you wondered why you’d never seen it before.

“You’re him.” It was almost a whisper, you didn’t even know if he could hear it or not. But it dawned on you as all the coincidences and reconciliations aligned. All down to the cologne he wore.

“No.”He was firm, but his voice wavered. Maybe you imagined it, but nothing he could say now would change your mind. “I just want to get help.”

Gingerly, Tim pushed your hand down and you took a step back, reeling in the thought.

“You’re Red Robin.” In your own head you tried to disprove it, but it made sense. And you almost felt bad for knowing it because you never wanted to know his identity, that was always supposed to be his to keep.

“I’m a blackbird.”

“You’re a robin.”

But time wasn’t on his side. No one else was coming and the perpetrators were advancing. So without a final refute, he took a breath and reached for the door.

“I’ll be back.”

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changenameno · 1 month ago

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Sausage

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Summary: You’re trying to tell your son something about not wolfing down his food, when your husband Sy interrupts, with the ‘worst’ possible comment.

Though, the real fun begins when August arrives, later that night…

Pairing: Syverson x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual innuendo, banter and teasing, pet names, cursing, threesome, husband Sy and best friend with benefits August, praising, ropes & blindfold, traffic light system, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), talk of punishments

Word count: 2.7K

A/N: I saw this short video and just thought the “content” would fit Sy. And then I accidentally included August. Well and as soon as he arrives the ‘action’ starts for real…All mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy.❤️✨

!Neither the content of the video nor Syverson and August Walker are mine!

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(In case you want to have more backstory and smut, here is the link to the PREQUEL)

Dinnertime never meant peace and quiet in your house. Actually quite the opposite, with a five year old there were only certain times of quiet. Either if it was nap time, night time or if Anthony was doing something he really shouldn’t.

Of course he could be an absolute angel as well, but in some regards he came after his father. Especially in the “up-to-no-good-department”. Both of your men had that special mischievous sparkle in their blue eyes. Though you obviously loved them very much, and even if they were up to no good you couldn’t stay mad at them for long.

Right now you three were sitting out on the porch at the table. Sy had insisted on having a barbecue, because August would come by later tonight. Your husband had just given your son a sausage, and before you could sit down, Tony had stuffed the entire thing into his mouth.

“No Anthony, no take that out. You can’t stuff an entire sausage in your mouth!”

Your son only proceeded to giggle and apparently then Sy decided to join in on the fun.

“No, but you can.”

You stared at your laughing husband, still in denial that you had heard him right. But after a second of opened-mouth-gaping, you started giggling as well, his belly laugh too contagious not to join in.

Head shaking, you grinned at him, when you had calmed down enough to speak again.

“As I was saying, don’t wolf down your food please. I know your friend is coming soon to pick you up for the sleepover, but still.”

“Otay.” Sy ruffled through Tony’s curls, sitting down next to him.

He still wore his shit eating grin, as he began eating.

An hour later the doorbell rang and your son could barely contain his excitement, bouncing up and down when Sy opened the door to his best friend and father.

“Alright, alright buddy, calm down. And before ya leave, say bye to mommy, yeah?”

Tony took off in a sprint, as Sy waited by the door, talking to Tim’s father for a moment. You had been in the kitchen, when he nearly ran into you, quickly hugging your thighs. You had barely placed a kiss atop of his unruly hair, when Tony already bounded back to the door.

So you shouted after him, “Be good! And have fun!”

Sy had difficulty putting the little rucksack, filled with his sleepover necessities, like his stuffy, on his back as he was still bouncing up and down.

“Oi, Captain giddy, will ya hold still for a sec.”

Once he had finally put the rucksack on him, he planted a kiss on his chubby cheeks, hugging him goodbye. He watched them get into the car and drive away, until a warm hand caressed his back. He turned around, seeing you stand behind him. Smiling down at you, he slowly closed the door, then pulled you against him.

“It’s weird that he’s gone till mornin’, ain’t it?”

You wrapped your arms around his muscled midsection, humming in agreement.

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August arrived at eight o’clock sharp. When your men turned the corner, walking into the living room they still chuckled.

“Should have seen her face, I tell ya.”

Immediately you knew what they had been talking about.

“Arrgh Sy! Way to greet our guest.”

“Sorry love.” But both of them still laughed as you approached to greet August properly.

You boxed Sy’s biceps playfully as you hugged your best friend.

“Oh shut up, you.”

August smirked, hugging you back as he commented cheekily, “Heard all we need to do that, is a sausage.”

You smacked his broad chest, chiding, “Argh, you both are truly terrible.”

Sy had snuck behind you, caging you in-between his and August’s chest, “That’s the plan though, right bun?” And with that he squeezed your ass with his big paws, chuckling right into your ear.

Excitement began spreading through your body, already way too excited, you panted, “Riiight.”

August’s hand gently took your chin, tilting your head up, electric blue eyes meeting yours. He licked over his lips, longingly gazing down at yours. Sy’s hands at your hips guided you up and against August’s lips.

The kiss was full of trust and sensually slow, as you had done this many times before. Completely in sync with both men, bottom grinding back into Sy’s growing bulge, your hands pulled at August’s curls. Both of them grunting lustfully, as the carnal desire to have you, rose inside them.

When you pulled back, August’s thumb stroked your cheek, whispering, “Now that was some greeting. You greet everyone like this, darling?”

You huffed, leaning back into the furnace behind you, to better be able to glare at August,” Maybe I should have Sy greet you next time, hmm?”

He laughed darkly, “You little brat. I think you need reminding of who’s in charge.”

The hands on your hips squeezed lightly, “Think Walker is onto somthin’.”

You swallowed thickly, anticipation running through your body, like an electric current. Heat steadily built between your thighs, as you thought about the implications, behind their words. Nodding slowly.

“Good girl. Go upstairs and wait on the bed, in our favourite position.”

Sy added, “If there’s still something coverin’ your darling body, we’ll have to punish ya, alright? Now, up ya go.”

As fun as their punishments could be, you really wanted to be good for them today, so the second they let you escape, you ran upstairs, already disrobing as you went.

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As you reached the bedroom, you’d already shed most of your clothing, swiftly getting rid of your panties and bra as well.

You got into their favourite position, lying down on the mattress spread-eagle, letting out a breath to calm your chittering nerves. Fortunately you didn’t have to wait long before both of them showed up, peering into the room. Two pairs of bright blue eyes landed on your spread out body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

Sy grinned, briefly reaching down to readjust himself, “Always a sight for sore eyes, bun.”

You shivered when August approached the bed, sitting down, while your husband went to the wardrobe to retrieve your ‘special box’.

August placed his warm hand on your naked thigh, gently stroking up and down, enjoying the way his touch raised Goosebumps, “Darling, we’ve got something special planned for tonight, seeing as it’s our anniversary of sorts.”

You nodded slowly, not sure where this was headed exactly. Sy joined you on the bed, on your other side, having pulled out a few things from the box. The most surprising one, a black blindfold. He handed August two ropes that would secure your hands to the headboard, but not before they went over the rules once more.

Your husband began to explain huskily, “As Walker said, we wanna make tonight special. This,” he held up the blindfold, “will be coverin’ your lovely eyes.”

August continued, tone more serious than usual, “Meaning, you can’t touch or see. But we need to know that you’re alright at all times, so darling, if anything’s too much tell us. You won’t be punished if you want to stop, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.”

“We thought to use the usual system. Which is? Remind us darling.”

You smiled, adoring them so much for always making sure you were safe and on board with everything, “Traffic light system.”

“That’s our girl. So are ya okay with that, bunny?”

The minute your enthusiastic ‘yes’ left your lips, August started binding your wrist, knotting the ends of the ropes to the headboard.

“Too tight?”

“No, it’s perfect.”

Sy looked down at you, lifting up the blindfold and proceeding to cover your eyes. The last thing you saw, his blown out pupils, showing clearly he was just as excited as you. A hand lifted your head, so he could tie the fabric behind your head.

Blackness swirled before your eyes, it didn’t matter if you opened them or not, the same blackness greeted you either way. You let out a deep, long breath, trying calm your erratically beating heart.

“Bun, what’s your colour?”

Without hesitating you answered, “Green.”

“Good.”

Trying to gauge what they were doing, you strained your ears to at least hear where they were. The mattress dipped, then there was some rustling. Only when you heard the metallic click of a belt, did you know what they were doing. Suddenly you realized you wouldn’t get to see them naked, making you whimper desperately. The utter helplessness of your situation slowly sank in, making your thighs slick with how much your pussy was dripping.

You nearly shrieked, when a rough thumb teased over your erect nipple, back bowing into the delicious touch.

“Fuck, baby you’re real sensitive.” You only mewled in response as the hand kept tugging at your nipple, sending electric jolts through your whole body. Then a second hand, you assumed both from Sy, began to tease your other breast as well.

You felt another hand, gliding down your left thigh, until it reached your ankle, spreading your legs apart, to fit his broad body between your soft thighs. The first hot breath against your pulsing cunt, made you cry out and again when the light stubble on August’s face tickled your skin. Every touch from them felt intensified tenfold, as you couldn’t see their next move, completely at their mercy.

When August began lapping at your pussy in earnest, happily humming as he swiped his tongue through your wet folds and Sy took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, your thighs began to tremble instantly. Your arms tugging at the restraints, a burning sensation on your wrist as the ropes scratched over your skin there. It was too much, and not enough at the same time.

Just then August growled, sucking your engorged clit, teeth scraping over it lightly, making you tumble right into your first orgasm of the evening. You panted loudly, when he decided to add a long finger into the mix, burying his index to his knuckle in your cunt.

“Atta girl. Comin’ even before a cock ‘s spreadin’ your little pussy apart.”

Your whole body still shook, when a second finger joined the first, beginning to spread your tight walls, so you’d be able to take one of their massive cocks inside.

Mewling and fighting against the ropes did nothing to deter the onslaught of pleasure they ignited.

August muffled voice, nearly tipped you over again, “This sweet pussy is heaven, darling. So wet and just for us.”

You could hear Sy’s groan, now further away as he wasn’t sucking on your breasts anymore. The mattress dipped again and suddenly a rough hand took your other ankle, spreading you even further.

“Enough talkin’, need to be inside and now.”

August laughed lightly before crawling up, straddling your chest, thick thighs caging you in, on either side of your torso.

Whimpering when something a lot bigger than fingers, slid through your velvety folds. Your husband growled, “Bun, colour?”

“G-green.”

August adjusted his position above you, until you felt his hot cock, nudge against your thoroughly bitten lips, as you had tried to stifle all your loud moans, though in vain. “Love, I’m gonna unknot your right hand, so you can tap my thigh, if it’s too much, yeah?”

Right when you wanted to answer, Sy began pressing his fat cockhead into your tight channel, making your reply come out more of a moan, “Y-Yeah!”

August timed his trust forward perfectly, just when your lips opened again in a pant, he shoved his cock half way inside. Your husband kept pressing into you, “Fuck, yeah, let me in bunny.”

Your mewls were muffled by the big intrusion inside your mouth that was August’s throbbing cock. You hadn’t even noticed that he had freed your hand, only when he squeezed it, did you realize. Squeezing right back as you tried to relax your jaw to let him sink in further.

Sy shifted his hips and with a hard trust forward, he finally slipped in completely, your gummy walls making room for his monstrous cock. Both men grunted loudly as you moaned, the vibrations of the sound teasing August.

“Just like that, moan for us darling.” August’s voice sounded desperate and was more of a husky breath than anything.

An unbelievably heat bloomed inside your chest at the praise, their rough, blissful groans turning you to mush beneath them.

It wasn’t long before they started trusting in tandem. August’s other hand jerking your head forward, until your nose was pressed against his pubic hair. You could taste his precum, salty and tangy on your tongue, while you tried breathing through your nose.

When he pulled back, to let you breathe properly for a second, Sy buried himself to the hilt, hitting your sweet spot so violently, you shrieked in pleasure.

Though your noises were silenced again as August rigorously fucked your throat. Sy’s hands held you in place, your waist in his steel grip. Your best friends jerking movements against your face made the blindfold suddenly slip down a little bit.

Revealing the most erotic picture you had ever seen, he was above you, head thrown back, grunting repeatedly as he made you choked on his cock. When his blue eyes opened, gazing at your face hungrily, August groaned, “You make me so fucking hard, gonna come down your throat!”

And with that his cock began twitching, shoving himself inside completely as he began spurting in your throat with a roar. His cum filling you, though you couldn’t swallow it all, as it began to overflow, dripping over your swollen lips and down your chin. All the while Sy had picked up his pace, grunting like an angry boar when your cunt tightened around him.

As August pulled out of your mouth, kneeling down beside your head, he gave you the opportunity to glance at your raging husband between your legs. And the sight of your brutish man, combined with the hard jabs against your sweet spot, made you fall over the edge a second time. Your whole body spasmed, the rhythmic clenching of your cunt taking Sy right with you into a mind-blowing orgasm

“Fu-uck what a good girl, comin’ on my cock like that!”

He pressed inside as far as he could and then let go completely, planting his hot seed as deeply as possible. Your walls milked him until it was near overwhelming and he had to pull out. You mewled softly as you immediately felt terribly empty.

August’s hands nimbly freed your other hand as well, kissing the inside of your wrist lovingly. “You good, darling?”

Exhausted but satiated you nodded, “Never better.”

You pulled the blindfold off completely, sitting up, handing it to Sy while grinning devilishly, “Next time, one of you has to wear it.”

August’s hand pawed at your nape, pulling you in, for a long and slow kiss.

Once you had separated, Sy was standing next to the bed with a washcloth, cleaning you tenderly.

Afterwards you lay down again with the two big, burly men curled around you, making you not only feel loved but also so very safe. Just before you drifted off, Sy commented on your previous statement, “Ya know, I think our darlin’ bunny still hasn’t learned.”

August’s amused reply, rumbled against your neck, where he had buried his face, “I think you’re right. Maybe a punishment is needed, so our darling can learn how to behave properly.”

You laughed lightly eyes already falling shut, too relaxed to care about an impending punishment right now.

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year ago

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I'd like to see how batfam deal with babybat (not necessarily baby like 4 or 5) that's obsessed with video games? Like first thing he does in the morning is turn on his playstation before he even has breakfast or anything, maybe Bruce takes him out to get some outside time but instead he's just pointing out how some things look like this certain game he played etc, and basically the only way his brothers can interact with him is if they asked to play with him

Alrighty. (Y/N) needs to touch grass also.

Summary: (Y/N) is obsessed with video games. That is not really a good thing.

Warnings: (Y/N) is a gaming kid, obsession with video games, possible addiction?, author doesn't know, Bruce trying to fix that obsession.

Bruce kind of regretted buying his youngest son PlayStation. He thought that it would be something that everyone could enjoy. Bruce however, prohibited Fortnite. Not happening. That was the only game that wasn't going be in the manor.

They had some multiplayer games, some solo games in different genres that everyone could enjoy. But (Y/N) got obsessed with video games. Bruce thought that it was something normal, kids are usually obsessed with them.

But (Y/N)?

This was not good. It was very bad in fact. Bruce was lowkey horrified at how (Y/N) couldn't start his day without starting the PlayStation. Bruce was worried about it. His solution?

Take down the screen time and make him read more. Also, he would have to restrict the time on the PlayStation in order to achieve this. It wasn't going to be easy, but getting him go out. He talked to the rest of the members of the family and they have agreed to help him.

Bruce was going to get ready for a long process. He researched and looked for the ways how to help his son and he was now officially ready. The others were ready too.

It started easily enough. Bruce had set firm boundaries with the play time. There were set hours and (Y/N) was nowhere near happy. But he couldn't do anything.

Also, Bruce said that he would have to read for an hour and go outside for an hour. Alfred would make sure of it. And if there was one person that (Y/N) didn't mess with, that was Alfred. He was tough and strict when he needed to be and (Y/N) knew he stood no chance with Alfred.

And that's why (Y/N) was outside with Jason, who tried to get him to do some sort of physical activity.

" Look Jay. " (Y/N) said, pointing at something at the tree line. Jason frowned.

" It reminds me of a game. "

Jason didn't know what to say to that. His little brother had an obsession and Jason was shocked. Tim is an angel compared to (Y/N). An angel.

" Nice. " Jason mumbled, kind of worried. " How about we look for Titus? " Jason said, running. (Y/N) huffed, but ran with Jason. Jason saw the Great Dane and the Great Dane saw him too. Titus immediately started running past Jason, running towards (Y/N), circling him while the little boy laughed.

Jason stopped, watching as the two ran. He looked at the Garden where Damian was.

" He is going to be running for hours. " Damian said, bringing his teacup to his lips.

" Yup. " Jason said, chuckling.

And Damian was right. (Y/N) ran for hours and was so exhausted that he could barely keep his head up. During dinner his head was dropping and Alfred had to keep his head up in order for Bruce too feed him.

They couldn't let him go to bed without diner. The others were cracking up at the sight.

" I think that the detox is going well. " Alfred said, an amused smile on his face. Bruce nodded, putting the spoon to (Y/N)'s mouth. (Y/N) opened his mouth and chewed.

" It is. Titus is going to be happy with how much more playtime he is going to get. " Damian chimed in and the said dog walked into the dining room. He nudged (Y/N)'s little hand and (Y/N) seemed more awake.

For a second.

" I think he ate enough. " Bruce said, picking his son up. He put him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started carrying him to bed.

Maybe he will finally get enough sleep tonight.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batkids #damian wayne x male reader

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starwarsmum · 4 months ago

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Day 7 of Maribat BioFamily September! I managed a whole week! Prompt of the day is Love Languages

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The manor has been quiet ever since Marinette had gone home after the trial of Hawkmoth had ended. Damian had resorted to his usual grouchy manner and everyone was much less physically affectionate with one another.

The change hadn't been immediate. Tim had made a point to do a daily video call to begin with, and anyone who was available would crowd around the laptop to say hello. But as they all fell back into their routines, video calls became phone calls, which became texts. And the thing with texts, at least for the Batfamily, was that there were certain times they couldn't answer.

So now, after two months, the family were back to their emotionally constipated ways and Dick hated it. As another person who thrived from physical affection, he missed the way his new little sister would launch herself at him to say hello. Or the way she would spend quiet time with Damian, which seemed to mellow him out more than anything else anyone had tried.

Or how, when Tim was crashing from a caffeine high and needed more to keep going, she magically appeared with a fresh cup, and some cookies she'd baked with Jason who, surprisingly, found a sense of calm in kneading dough and learning something new. Even Steph, exuberant as she was, had withdrawn somewhat, no longer having Marinette to watch sappy romcoms with.

So when Bruce suggested they invite Marinette back for the summer, Dick had been overjoyed. He had immediately booked off two weeks so that he could fully immerse himself in the experience of Time with MarinetteTM. He even decided he would live in the manor with everyone else as much as he could.

They all made a special effort to be at the manor when Alfred told them that he would be collecting Marinette from the airport. Well, all except Damian who everyone said would probably do better picking her up than helping with the welcome party effort. To everyone's surprise, Damian agreed to go without any argument.

Dick was charged with getting the decorations up, given he was the most able to climb. Steph and Jason were choosing music, having agreed that they would both add songs into a playlist and go from there. Tim was arranging some party games - karaoke, a few board games some cards - while Cass stayed out of the way.

Duke was still on the day patrol, although they planned for him to arrive back while the festivities were still happening and swap out with Bruce and Steph. Barbara was due to arrive any second with a trivia quiz to round out the night, and Dick couldn't wait.

_ _ _

When Marinette landed in the airport, she had so much energy that she practically vibrated while going through customs. Everyone who spoke with her gave her indulgent smiles, and she dragged her luggage into arrivals. Looking around, she squealed as she spotted the green eyed boy that she had been steadily falling in love with over the past couple of months.

He caught her up as she flung her arms around him, tucking his face into the crook of her neck. He had grown a little taller in her absence and her toes scraped the floor as she clung to him. He put her down after several moments, smirking down at her before she pulled him down into a kiss.

“Alfred is waiting for us, Angel,” Damian said at last, brushing a hand against her cheek gently. She beamed up at him, heart full of joy, but she let him pull away and take her luggage. “You have brought a lot with you, were you planning on staying for longer than the summer?”

“No, silly,” she giggled, picking up one of her bags. Damian grabbed her rolling suitcase and the other bag, motioning towards the door. “I brought the gifts I've been making for everyone. It's been kind of…lonely without you all in Paris.”

Damian hummed in agreement before pulling her to a stop just before they stepped into the open air. He leaned towards her, kissing her softly and she melted into him again. They had agreed that they would keep their budding relationship to themselves for now, not wanting the others to meddle before they knew if it would work.

While they had been long distance, they had gotten to know each other fairly well; Marinette asked questions about his favourite classes, hobbies, his friends, and Damian asked about her dreams for the future now that there was no supervillain terrorising Paris. They'd watched films for date nights, streaming things at the same time and chatting about them.

In spite of that, it just wasn't the same as being in the same city. So before they were sucked back into the family dynamics, it was nice to reconnect by themselves. And when she pulled back again, he chased her for a moment which filled her with warmth.

“Hi, Monsieur Alfred,” she said as they approached the car. The butler smiled at her, helping to put her luggage in the trunk before opening the door for Damian and her. They talked quietly in the backseat, not touching but not leaving a lot of distance between them. When they pulled up to the manor, Damian stepped out of the car first and offered his hand back to her. She giggled as she let him pull her out and said softly, “Thank you, Dami.”

Inside the manor, everyone cheered when she came in, and Marinette was overwhelmed with happiness at how much effort they'd gone to for her. They spent the next few hours playing games and catching up until Dick excitedly said that they had set up karaoke.

“Before we move over to that, I need to give you all something!” Marinette trilled, grabbing one of the bags and pulling out delicately wrapped parcels. She moved around the room, handing them out and she could see the surprised faces of everyone except Damian. When someone asked what the occasion was, she merely shrugged and blushed lightly. “I just like making things for people, and since you all are basically family now, I wanted you to have something from me.”

There was a moment of silence before Steph impatiently ripped open her parcel. She stopped short as she pulled out a pair of pyjamas that was reminiscent of her Spoiler suit. Nobody else having waited to open the gifts once they heard Steph do so, they all similarly pulled up short as their alter-ego personas were put into sleepwear form. One by one they all swung back to stare at Marinette, although Damian merely looked amused.

“Was I not supposed to work out that Jason and Tim, who are exactly the same size and shape as the two vigilantes I met on the Watchtower, were Red Hood and Red Robin? Please, I'm a designer, measuring people by sight is kind of my thing. None of you even have magic to disguise you, how no-one has worked out that the Batfamily just so happens to be the same number of people as all of you is absurd.”

There was silence throughout the room until Tim pulled the rest of his gift out of the wrapping and gasped. Marinette giggled when he turned back to her, gaping. His hands were gripping the clothes tightly and the rest of the family were watching him with concern in their eyes.

“I figured if I was telling you I knew your identities, you deserved to know my other secret,” she said, the words making Tim stare at her wordlessly for several more minutes. “I mean, aren't you all supposed to be the world's greatest detectives? Kind of embarrassing that I had to spell it out for you, my initials are literally MDC.”

Her words were met with stunned silence as everyone immediately turned over their gifts to find her signature stitched into the tags. She was then buried under a pile of loving people.

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bluejaysandblackbats · 6 months ago

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It's That Time Again!!! (1/5)

Through All of Time and Space: Space alien, Thad Thawne, falls to Earth and takes on the form of Bart Allen, making minor changes according to what he saw in orbit... Tim Drake mistakes him for an angel. (yj98/flashfam; TimThad also TimBart; space alien AU)

A Love For All Seasons: Jay Garrick catalogs the first five years of Judy's life. (flashfam/jsa; JayJoan; no powers AU)

magic yellow lightning: AU where Barry keeps Bart while he recovers from a near-death experience. Bart is four years old, and Barry suggests it'd be best for Bart to stay with him on his vacation. (flashfam; BarryIris; no powers AU)

in between seconds: Don goes to the past to speak with his son, knowing his next mission might be his last. They speak to each other between seconds. (flashfam; MeloniDon; canon divergent AU)

Comfortably Wrong, Painfully Right: Bart accidentally sends two similar text messages to Conner and Preston. (flashfam/yj98; KonBart and PrestonBart)

A Joyful Rebellion: AU where Meloni Thawne recalls her time with Digger Harkness. (flashfam/flash rogues; DiggerMeloni)

Nothing But Time: Tim and Thad are roommates and freshman year classmates at Brentwood Academy. Both tightly wound boys struggle to overcome their differences to pass the class's partner assignment. (yj98/batfam/flashfam; TimThad; boarding school AU/no capes AU)

✨Snippets of the fics under the cut to help you guys decide✨

Through All of Time and Space:

The subject’s name is Tim. Bipedal human creature. Non-childbearing. Blue eyes, dark hair, and fewer organs than documented in human literature. I believe something in him is broken. I wonder if he’ll be useful to me in the future despite this. For now, he’s chosen to keep me a secret. I believe this is for his benefit. He doubts his mental faculties despite my original subject, Bart’s declaration of his intelligence. I needed his assistance to assimilate into Earth's culture.

Tim’s expressions change when he looks at me. His heartbeat slows and his eyes waver as he studies my form. He fails to understand that Bart is my blueprint for appearance and nothing more. I tried to explain it but the explanations only upset him. Human emotion feels complicated. I took the form of someone he had a fondness for, but he looks at me with pain in his eyes and a heaviness in his heart. I apologize to him for it, and he smiles. I don’t understand him. But I want to.

A Love For All Seasons:

Day One: As she lay on my chest, I remembered touching her little head. It was the size of my palm. My heart skipped a beat and found the rhythm of hers. I glanced at Joan as she slept peacefully in her hospital bed, wondering how she could remain so calm. I felt her hands and feet, counting her fingers and toes as tears streamed down my cheeks. How could I ever sleep again? How could I ever relax, knowing her tiny life was in my hands? Her little head that couldn’t fill up my entire palm? Her tiny fragile body with her perfect little face—. She had a full head of hair. It was the last thing I noticed. I spent so much time worrying that I didn’t notice my daughter’s full head of beautiful brown hair. I didn’t notice my eyes and nose and mouth translated onto her little face. It all sank in at that moment. I would love her forever.

magic yellow lightning:

I put his red rubber rain boots on as he sat with his hands stretched out. “Grandpa? Am I magic now?” Bart questioned.

“Huh?” I asked in reply.

“I got shocked-ed by lightning. Am I magic now?” Bart asked. I smiled as I held his hand.

There was no harm in letting him see the accident in a fun light. He survived and that was all that mattered. “Yup… And now that we’ve both been struck by lightning, I can tell you all my magic secrets. You can help me make my potions,” I answered. Bart smiled with his eyes shut. “You can open your eyes. If you keep them closed, we won’t be able to tell if you’ve gotten your sight back.”

“It’s not bad to open them?” Bart questioned. I kneeled beside him, rubbing a smudge on his cheek with my finger.

“No, it’s not bad. It’s helpful. You’ll start to see lights again, then shapes, and your sight should come back fully in a few days. It happened to me, too. You’re so brave, Bart. I was really scared when it happened to me, but I’m so proud of you. You’ve been such a big boy,” I commended him. He reached up for me to carry him, and I felt his body go limp in my arms.

“Not seeing makes me sleepy, Grandpa,” Bart mumbled. I rubbed his back, wondering if I upset him. “How am I gonna watch SpongeBob?” I held back a laugh.

in between seconds:

Time is a lot like origami paper to me. If I use the speed force like fingers, I can fold a straight line into a three-dimensional object. And in those folds are points in time. When Bart was born, I could feel all the creases in time where he touched. So, I searched for a crease in time where he would understand. I kissed my Bart goodbye and ventured through the folds of time until I saw an opening. A pocket in time where he and I could talk. I waited for him to feel my presence in his time. Bart.

I felt him before I recognized his face. The speed force carries unique energy for all of us. Dawn felt like cool air like the inside of a tornado. Wally felt like the rumble in a thunderstorm. Bart’s energy felt like rippling rays of sunlight, almost like water. Uncontrolled but uniform.

He met me in a space between milliseconds. “You’re not supposed to be here,” Bart stated. It wasn’t accusatory. It was an observation. My breath caught, and I wanted to cry, but I had an urgency in me that wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. I touched his face, and he gasped.

“Dad?” Bart questioned as tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew me by energy alone. I nodded.

“Hi, Bubs… We’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Don’t we?” I asked, still holding back my tears as I held his face in my hands. I was pure energy, but he was flesh and blood. My flesh and blood.

Comfortably Wrong, Painfully RIght:

“Okay… Let me get this right: You have a crush on Kon. You have a crush on Preston. You couldn’t decide which one you wanted to ask out, and you were so baked you sent them the same question. Am I getting this?” Cassie questioned.

Bart nodded. “Oh, you’re fucked. Like this is better than TV,” Cassie laughed.

“You’re not helping,” Bart half-shouted before lowering his voice, “They’re both coming tonight. I can’t cancel on Preston because he went through a lot to come here, and—.”

“Cancel on Conner,” Cassie interrupted.

“I can’t. How do I tell him I take it back?” Bart replied. Cassie groaned. “Exactly!”

A Joyful Rebellion:

I sat there next to him, hiding in a brand-new HDPE pipe for my father’s new construction project. He pushed his feet out, attempting to roll us, and I laughed. “Hey, amnesia boy… Do you wanna do something bad?” I questioned. He grinned, moving to take off his jacket and shirt while I took a lighter out of my pocket. His eyes widened, and he backed away.

“Kinky… But I prefer my pleasure without pain,” he chuckled. I shook my head and climbed over his lap and out of the tube. He followed me, and I reached down into his pocket for his flask.

“Wanna see something cool?” I questioned. He bounced his head from side-to-side, and I walked toward the wooden structure of the building and took a swig of his ancient alcohol before spitting and lighting a fire. He hooked an arm around my stomach and pulled me away from the blaze as he laughed.

He rocked as he walked me back and away with two strong arms wrapped around me. “Good on ya! Fuck that building,” he smiled into my neck. He understood me. Even if it was on a base level, he could accept my actions without any explanation. He didn’t care who my father was. All that mattered was me and what I wanted, and I wanted him.

“It’s my dad’s,” I replied. He froze, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Fuck him,” he whispered. And the weight fell off of me. “Yeah, fuck him. What does he matter? Whatever he did to make you feel this way… Fuck him.”

Nothing But Time:

Thad sighed as he sprayed the room with an air freshener and opened the window. “God,” Thad groaned as he stifled a gag. He asked for a new roommate, but he didn’t expect someone like that. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand as he looked around in horror at the clothes strewn across the beds and floor. Open soda cans lined the nightstand and dressers. A used bandaid rested on the dresser. He stepped outside, waiting for his new roommate to arrive, growing more and more agitated as time progressed.

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year ago

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Me: *squints at the photo, pushing my glasses up a little* “Hudd...teacher? sir?...master?... is -is that some kind of squid-bird-person that got a towel dropped on its head?”

“Sorry. Sorry...no more bad jokes...... the figure kind of reminds me of someone you’d see at a funeral. A mourner of the dead -veil over the face to hide one’s tears.

...

*takes a sip of the strange tea again -probably shouldn’t, but I wanna taste sound and hear colors*

....

The wings... hmm... I guess this is some type of angel, like -like a psychopomp! ....... I don’t really understand the tentacles though... maybe it’s to suggest that the figure isn’t exactly a merciful being; like how some see death as just another stage of life, while others dread the thought of it...

Was I close?”

(The other definitely picks up on the mumbled titles, a hint of something that you could swear is a purr rising in his throat before he forcibly silences it.)

" Close enough. " (He mumbles to himself.)

(The more you fumble through possible explanations, the more Hudd's face scrunches. You must not be hitting the mark, because his expression blends between mild humor and puzzlement.)

" Humans and their... " (Hudsyn waves.) " Peculiarly overactive imagination that certainly never fails to amuse. "

(The disappointment he manifested, which was already very palpable, bleeds into you seamlessly as soon as you place your lips on the cup again. Mild irritation, longing, that rabid and feverish anticipation from before still just barely contained. Images of yourself seen from Hudd's point of view as he grabs you by the shoulders, jostling, screaming, biting, kissing-... Kissing? Oh. Oh okay. His hands roam on your hair, then clutch, pull, yank your head back. A palm cups your chest, wanton, possessive and- The vision fades entirely, jarringly even. It leaves you feeling disoriented and scared, as if something interrupted it purposely.)

(White fingers snap in front of your face.)

" ... Are you paying attention right now? "

(No. No, you weren't.)

(You register something odd in the back of your head. A tingling sensation that crawls up your scalp, to the side of your face, then your forehead. Little by little, trickles of anxiety seep into your pores. You can instinctively tell they're not coming from the demon in front of you, there's another source. One that's very muted but agitated nonetheless, grabbing at your psyche, begging you to listen. To seek. Help. It needs help. It's hurting. A phantom force veers your head in a new direction. Towards the only part of this room the light does not bathe...)

(That hall.)

(A somewhat low growl shakes you off the stupor entirely, attention locking back onto the demonoid while the intrusive signal fades from the forefront of your mind. Hudsyn is far from pleased.)

" Don't tell me you're one of those with the five second attention span. I have expectations regarding you. "

(Jab aside, he finally answers your question.)

" Yes and no. " (The demon makes a face.) " It truly makes me marvel just how much humanity has lost sight of what's real or not. And I've harped on this a lot, you would know. Your fiction grows and grows and now- The truth muddles. A psychopomp? A mourner? Tentacles as a symbol of evil?! " (Hudsyn snickers.)

" That, mentee, is an angel. No more, no less. This much you got right. " (There's a nod.)

(The historian claps his hands together, some of that earlier giddiness slipping out again.)

" An angel. " (He repeats.) " Here. On the surface. More of them, so many more! "

" Do you know one thing that's common to most -If not all- Angels? "

(He's got that stare that tells you the question is entirely rhetorical.)

" They've all spent some manner of time with siadar. Seen them, spoken to them, learned their culture and their tongues. "

(He emphasizes the last part, grits it out.)

" This specimen is a guardian-rank. I studied him very, very well before my work truly began. "

(The look Hudd gives you is a lot more friendly this time.)

" Go on, I know you must be dying to know more, ask about him. "

(You have a feeling things are going to get interesting soon.)

#Hudd oc #pinnie's art

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Hi, if possible do u think u could do outsiders hc, on the topic of little quirks they would all have? Like for example idk maybe someone has like lots of stuffed toys in their bed, or like someone who enjoy weird food combos ykwim? Love love love ur writing and ty!

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AH I DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL TODAY?? lol sorry

Darry

- He used to eat glue 💔

- Like, he thought it tasted really good! His dad had to confiscate all the glue for a month because of him.

- If anyone ever mentions this he pummels them into the ground

Sodapop

- He likes to collect flowers and plants and tear them apart

- Not in a destructive way, in a “I need to keep my hands busy” way

- He especially likes tearing everything except for the spine off of a leaf, it’s his fave

Ponyboy

- he walks in circles while listening to music

- He just paces around the kitchen for actual hours and honestly it worries darry a bit

- He’s having the time of his life though, even if he looks crazy doing it

Twobit

- he refuses to drink things normally, he always chugs whatever he’s got

- His record is 20 seconds for a gallon of milk

- He feels awful afterwards but it’s worth it to him for some reason

Steve

- He still plays with the toy cars that Mr. Curtis got him as a kid

- Secretly of course, but soda knows and just doesn’t say anything

- But he’ll be in his bedroom going “vroom!” With them. He loves mimicking car crashes

Dally

- he LOVES those tiny glass animals!

- He steals a bunch of them every-time he sees them, just because they’re so TINY AND THEY FIT IN HIS FIST SO EASILY

- He doesn’t play with them or anything but he still likes looking at them. He’s got them shoved in his dresser with his underwear.

Johnny

- he collects things from the schools lost and found lmao

- He’s not usually much of a thief, but he can’t help himself. He loves all the weird clothes especially

- Sometimes he wears the clothes he took to school to see if anyone recognizes them (so far nobody has. He would be scared shitless if someone realizes)

Tim

- he doesn’t wear pajamas, he straight up goes to sleep in the clothes he wore all day

- Like, jeans and leather jacket. He has woken up multiple times to see that his arms are both asleep

- He says it’s because he doesn’t care, but he actually outgrew all his pajamas and doesn’t want to get new ones

Angela

- she steals peoples pets

- Sometimes she returns them for money, but usually she keeps them until either they run away or Tim kicks them out

- She’s an animal girlie what can I say. She names them all variations of Angela too (Angel, Angie, lala, etc…)

Curly

- he still sleeps with the stuffed rabbit he had as a kid

- It’s got one ear completely gone because he chewed it off as a kid

- Tim and Angela tease him to no end but he knows they wouldn’t ever tell anyone. He hopes that at least.

Bryon

- mf hates cats

- He’s not superstitious at all, but he’s convinced taht they’re bad luck

- Maybe they just remind him of Angela idk, but he will scowl and groan if he sees one (loser alert!)

Mark

- he loves worms so much man

- He picks them up and holds them in his hand until he eventually drops it. He goes digging for them sometimes

- he is a hero and saves them after it rains! He picks them all up and puts them back in the grass

Cathy

- adores porcelain dolls. She isn’t really a materialistic person, but she used to have one and she still loves them

- The outfits? The hair? She wants one so bad but she doesn’t ever buy one because it’s “a waste” and she’s “too old for them”

- But she stares at them for so long when she’s in the store

M&M

- he gets cold so easily!!! Warm this boy up!

- He wears jacket after jacket but still gets cold, his bed has a million blankets on top, it’s like a mountain

- Ofc, this means winter is his least fave season, this kid turns straight up blue in winter

#I don’t know why I didn’t get a notification #the outsiders #curly shepard #tim shepard #dallas winston #steve randle #angela shepard #darry curtis #cathy carlson #m&m carlson #bryon douglas #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis

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kookygranger · 1 year ago

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Hi!

I'm so late!

But I'd love to know about HF!E

for the wip game!

Thank you, Betty! ✨

HF!E stands for High Fidelity!Eddie. It isn't a HF au it just takes place in a record store and I didn't have a name for it. It was an idea for a one-shot inspired by this playlist featuring gothic/spooky songs before goth was a genre.

It made me think about Eddie who just moved to Chicago with Corroded Coffin and is slowly being accepted by the scene. Reader works at a record store and is playing this mixtape over the speakers and Eddie very much falls in love.

I started writing it and then didn't really like it but here's a lil' snippet:

“What the fuck are you listening to anyway?”

“I made a pre-Halloween mix. Music that lead to goth before goth was a thing.” You frown as you try to unstick a bright red sticker from the price gun you’d been tapping on the pile of vinyl.

Eddie smiles to himself as he continues to pretend he’s browsing and not tuning into your conversation.

“Are you going to The Allied tonight? There’s some new band from Indiana or something playing, apparently they do a sick cover of Master of Puppets.”

Eddie pauses in his faux perusing for a second as he awaits your reply.

“I wasn’t really planning on it, no.”

The guy huffs, “No? What was your plan, going home to sulk to The Velvet Underground?”

“I don’t sulk–“

“You do when you listen to The Velvet Underground.”

“What do you want me to do? Pogo to Heroin? Anyway, I was gonna work on an article actually.”

“Why don’t you write about this band tonight? Tim says they’re pretty good. He saw them a couple of weeks ago at the Metro.”

“Tim said that about that god awful noise band that played at De Salle’s. It was the worst four hours of my life. I thought my ears were actually going to bleed.”

“Whatever, you say that like you’re not currently playing the most depressing German synth music that nobody in their right mind would listen to.” He points out the new song playing from the speakers behind you.

“First of all, this is David Bowie’s Low. And if you knew as much about music as you claim to, you’d know that this was his seminal work in his Berlin era and an ambient soundscape masterpiece. Secondly–“

“I like it.”

Both of your heads shoot up at Eddie’s interruption. He blushes and clears his throat as you catch his eye and the corner of your mouth quirks up. “Sorry, I just–it’s a good mixtape. I like the theme.” He frowns and shakes his head at himself, he doesn’t know what came over him. Who is this guy that’s bothering you, anyway? You have amazing taste and he’s pretty sure you’re the most angelic thing he’s ever seen. You gesture in his direction and look back at the guy that’s teasing you.

“The customer is always right, Simon.”

Eddie moves quickly to the B section and finds the album you were talking about before heading over to you.

“Did you find everything you need?” You smile at him sweetly as you hop off the counter and take the record from him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before. Customer service isn’t exactly my strongest skill.”

The guy, Simon, snorted. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off the way your face lit up quietly when you realised what album he picked.

“What are your strongest skills?” That was such a weird question Munson, what the hell?

You looked up at him a little taken aback, before a small smile crept up on your face.

“Talking about music…or” you shake your head in contemplation, “writing about it actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe it’s not so much a skill, more like an obsession.”

“She’s actually kind of good.” Simon butts in with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“Such a high compliment cuz.”

You were cousins. He still had a shot.

“You write for magazines?” Eddie asks.

“Zines mostly,” you point to a stack of xeroxed pamphlets on the counter, “but I’ve published a few reviews with Spin and The Face.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That’s pretty cool.”

You breathe out a laugh and take the cash he hands you, collecting his change. “Thanks.”

“Wait, you're Eddie, right?” He turns to Simon, almost forgetting he was there. “Your band’s playing at The Allied tonight? I met your drummer Gareth at a show last week.”

“Uh yeah that’s me. We’re called Corroded Coffin.”

“Cool name.” You smirk and hand him his record wrapped in paper. Eddie tucks it under his arm, his dimples showing as he smiles back at you.

“Thanks.”

“You’re from Indiana then?” You call back to Simon’s earlier statement, as Eddie doesn’t make a move to immediately leave.

He rubs the back of his neck as he nods, “Yeah. Just moved here a couple of months ago with my band.”

“Welcome to Chicago, Eddie.” You smile and introduce yourself, “Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you…vinyl wise I mean.”

“Thanks,” he scratches the stubble on his jaw before stepping away from the counter. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight at the show?” He tries to keep his voice casual, but there’s a hint of hope in there.

You bite your lip and shrug, “Yeah, maybe you will.”

Eddie nods and takes his queue to leave, the bell jingling again as he steps back out into the cold.

“Yeah, maybe you will.” Simon mocks you in a breathy imitation and you roll your eyes. “So now that you know the singer is cute are you coming?”

“Obviously! You better get me on the door list, or I swear to god I’m telling Aunt Carol about the stash in your underwear drawer.”

Okay, there were a lot more High Fidelity references than I remembered. Fun fact: I have read the book and watched the film and HBO reboot so many times I could quote word-for-word. I also dressed up as Zoe Kravitz's Rob for an office Halloween party once, complete with the Wings Over America live album that she talks about in that scene with the misogynistic cheater. Only one girl got it because she was a fan of Zoe Kravitz lol.

#wip game #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #she writes

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androgynousblackbox · 4 months ago

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How To Lose a Lucifer In 10 Days. 27 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Step 27: Who?

Alastor opened up his eyes to a blindingly white room, sitting down on chair in front of a table. From there he could see the top of another chair waiting for someone to use it. He supported his elbows on the surface and rubbed his temples with both hands. Somehow a hydraulic hammer had penetrated in his head and left to its own devices at maximum velocity, making it very hard to think at all.

He… had come to this room before, didn't he? The more he stared the space around him, the more he was sure that he was familiar with it. He was sure that he also didn't like it tbe first time. So much felt like a stab through the eyes. He rubbed his eyelids with his palms unless he was seeing stars in the dark.

Someone was opening the door.

When he lifted his gaze again, squinting, he saw an angel standing there on the frame, clearly keeping up his distance.

“H-hi, Alastor!” said the angel, barely moving. His hand was still on the handle, as if waiting for his chance to get out. “How are you?”

Alastor stared at him a long time. The light brown hair and the brown eyes did not interest him, but the soft blue dots on his chest caught his attention a little more than before.

“Gabriel” said slowly, relieved and confused at the same time he finally got. He was sure he was right, just like he knew he was the messenger angel, he just didn't know why he knew it. A second later it hit him. Of course. They had seen each other before. He had asked him a question. It was like his brain was slowly waking up, but at least the headache was easing up. “I am…fine, all things considered. When can I go?”

“Uhm” Gabriel cleared his throat and made his way to the chair in some very long strides. He extended his feet over the floor, looked at him, touched the back of the chair with one hand, threw him another glance and only after another beat he let himself fall to the seat. Every step of the process with the same look of apprehension as if waiting for the chance to run away. Alastor would have find it highly amusing if his head wasn't pounding so hard inside. “Hi” said again with an uncomfortable smile.

Alastor gained back another piece of knowledge. Angels were all idiots. No exceptions whatsoever. Something about the certainty of that notion relaxed him, as if finding solid ground after a while.

“Hi” said back, returning a sharper smile. There was no rush after all. No reason to lose his cool. “When can I go, Gabriel?”

The angel swallowed up.

“Uhm, soon…ish, kinda. I-I just really prefer to ask you some questions, if that is okay.”

“It's not like I can stop you, isn't?” Alastor chuckled pleasantly when the angel stiffened over his seat. “Very well, if you must. Ask what you need.”

“Uhm” Gabriel cleared his throat. “First of all, which is your name?”

Alastor blinked slowly. Shouldn't they know that already?

“Alastor Abaddon.”

For some reason that answer seemed to calm down Gabriel, almost as much as knowing angels were idiots did for him.

“O-okay. Good. Are you a sinner?”

“Not quite. I am a fallen you all picked up from Hell for who knows what reason. Something about how I could be a danger for Heaven, if I don't remember badly” said, trying to ignore the stab of pain that came directly from his crown. Nothing of what he said rang wrong or untrue, but he needed to go over one more time to be sure.

“Do you know why you fell?” asked Gabriel, paying close attention to his face.

Alastor looked around the room. The memory came back suddenly, clear and strong.

“I killed someone” said, as if announcing he bought the milk. He had killed many things before. That one wasn't special, it couldn't be if he didn't remember much else after the fact. “An annoying lamb cherub. Then I was send back to hell.”

Gabriel nodded, relaxing some more.

“Do you know why you were in Heaven in the first place?”

“Oh, I asked many times. One moment I was in a battle during the last Extermination against the first man and the next moment I am here. Nobody could tell me why.”

“And, uhm, what do you do in hell?”

Alastor blinked as he looked down at the table. Maybe it was because of the whole room itself, but it hurt to think long enough to come out with his answer. Tiredness, he had to assume was the reason. He knew already his role in hell.

“I… I am known at the radio demon. I have my humble broadcast from which I delight my listeners. I recently have also come to be the King Overlord, able to regulate the other Overlords by any means necessary and according to my own judgment. I see no reason why any of that should be a concern for Heaven.”

“It's not” Gabriel pursed his lips for just a second. “The matters of Hell are for Hell to deal with and vice-versa. We just wanted to make sure we have the right information.”

“You all took me out of hell and weren't sure about who I am?” Alastor was almost impressed at the level of utter incompetence Heaven could reach. It was truly a talent.

Gabriel coughed into his hand, ignoring his question.

“Uhm… how about family? Do you have any in Hell?” asked instead, shrinking on himself as if Alastor could react badly to that curiosity.

He had no idea why, though. There was nothing offensive about that inquiry.

“No, not really. Unless you want to count my father, but he was one of the first souls I consumed when arriving to Hell so his screams can join the damned for all eternity. You could say we are not exactly close now. Such is death” finished with a little flick of the wrist, chuckling to himself. Then he looked down to himself, tilting his head to a side. “And… my child, of course. Although they are too small to be seen right now, they are always with me” said, blinking as his thought took shape again. How could he have forgotten about his child, even for just a second? He had to have a very negative reaction to whatever sleeping spell they put on him or something for that to happen. He patted his abdomen absent-mindedly in a silent request for his little one to forgive the slip.

“What uh… ”Gabriel looked over at the door, as if to double check it was still there, “what about the other parent? We understand that you need two people for a pregnancy. We consulted with a winner that went through those so we are sure that is how it works.”

Alastor squinted his eyes. Did he think that was something to be proud of? How old were angels such as him and he needed a mortal soul to tell him about some of the most basic aspects of living?

“There is no other parent” said slowly. The pounding in his head was less strong now, but it was still very much annoying. “I imagine that it's a difficult concept to grasp here in Heaven, but down there single parents are nothing to be surprised by. This is going to be my child only.”

“So… it was a surprise to have them?”

“I wanted them” declared Alastor and he knew that was right as soon the words came out his mouth. Maybe they haven't been planned, and maybe he didn't remember exactly why he decided to have them, but that mattered very little to him. That was his child anyway. His family. “If I didn't, they wouldn't be here.”

"You don't think about the other parent then?"

Alastor scoffed. Why should he? They weren't there with him, so why should he dedicate them another thought?

"What does that have to do with anything?" asked, officially irritated now. Gabriel shrinked on himself as if he had screamed, even though he didn't. "I told you already that I don't plan to do anything to Heaven. I have more than enough to do in Hell already. I don't know why I am still here."

"Yes, uhm, sorry" Gabriel cleared his throat, avoiding his eyes. "I am sorry, we kinda… need some time to figure things out."

Alastor sighed, as if he got stuck dealing with someone else's children.

"How long is that supposed to take?"

"Not much, hopefully" Gabriel rised up from his chair. "W-well, we… I think we have everything that we need. You can come back now.”

Alastor stared at him for a moment, realizing the angel was waiting for him to stand up.

“No spell this time?” asked, lifting himself up.

“The ideal would be not to need them at all” explained Gabriel, adjusting his glasses. “If you can just follow me on your own, that would be the best option.”

Ah, sure. Since he couldn't get out of that prison anyway, they could afford allowing him that much. Alastor shrugged and conjured his staff.

“Very well. Show me the way.”

It didn't take them long to reach the zone where the cells were, all with their own glowing gold bars. Alastor didn’t bother learning the path, he already knew that it was pointless. He couldn’t teleport or send any shadow outside of the confines that whoever had designed that pocket dimension wanted to. Gabriel stopped in front of one of them and gave him an entrance inside. The one in front contained a forcefield around one of the bed that he recognized instantly and knew why just as quickly. Another radio demon with similar, although weaker, powers was also there.

“You all should know already these are entirely unnecessary" said Alastor, because the least he could do is try. "Haven't I been really cooperative up until now? An actual room to stay in wouldn't make much of a difference. Maybe if not for the comfort of my future child at least. Stress is not very good for developing babies, you know?"

"It's just a precaution" said Gabriel, lifting an arm to guide him inside. "If this continues much longer, we can see into better arrengements later on."

"How generous" Alastor grunted slightly, walking inside.

Gabriel shrinked himself away to let him pass and then closed the bars again.

"S-see ya" said the archangel, running away as Alastor arched an eyebrow.

He moved up to his bed when the forcefield in front of him went down. There was, in fact, another radio demon that looked exactly as he did before his fall. But the surprise element was the man that was sitting next to him in the bed. Alastor stared at that face until his brain finally provided him with the right information. The king of that demon, another Lucifer. They had talked before, of course. Being locked up in the same prison kinda made it inevitable. He had never seen the king of his Hell before, though, so he found himself staring at the man as that one looked back, trying to smile at him.

"Heey, buddy" greeted Lucifer, grabbing to the bars. "H-how are you doing?"

That was the first thing that Gabriel asked him too. Why was everyone so concerned about him all of the sudden? Even his other version seemed to be waiting for a response, head slightly tilted to the side with interest.

"Could be better" said with a shrugg. "As I am sure both of you can agree with. This whole situation is still so ridiculous."

"Right?" said another voice at this left, followed up by a chuckle. The voice was the same as the devil in front of him, but he couldn't see him. One could only assume that he also looked the same. "Hi. You are the other Alastor, uh, the radio demon from my dimension, aren't you?"

In other words, his king.

"Your Majesty" said, throwing a glance to the cell in front and wondering briefly why those two got to be together. The question was easy to answer too as soon he thought about it. Those were a couple. They were having their own baby together, so naturally they couldn't be apart for long. How could he forget? "Indeed. Have you perhaps ever heard my radio show?"

The king grunted in the other side, as if the act of remembering was costing physical effort.

"Sorry, I didn't really hear the radio back at home. Not the biggest fan of our media, to be honest."

"Oh, please, do not compare me to that mainstream garbage, your Highness" said, looking over to the other Lucifer again. Even sitting up in the bed with the other Alastor, he could still tell he was a lot shorter than what anyone would have expected from the most powerful being in Hell. So maybe not much highness to be found there, unless that other king was radically different on that. He was different from the other Alastor, after all, so who knew. "I am as indepedent as they come. Just a man who does it for the love of the medium and only talks about relevant topics. I don't even take sponsors unless I can think of a particularly funny way to insult them in the air."

"Oh" The king laughed softly. "Well, with a pitch like that, I might try it when we return."

"See you do. Always a pleasure to recieve another listener" Alastor sat on his own bed, somewhat relieved that at least there was one good thing he could take from the whole situation. The only good thing that there could be, as far he was concerned.

"Uh, by the way" said the king. "I… uhm, I couldn't help but to hear you when you came in. Are you expecting too like the other Alastor?"

The radio demon in front of him groaned audibly, covering his face with his hands. The other Lucifer looked to a side, mortified. Alright, so they were both more shy he gave them credit for, that was a surprise.

"I am" said, patting his own belly. If he pressed down he could feel something hard, that wouldn't normally be there, different from himself, and that brought him a sense of comforting warmth in his chest. He was hoping to keep the whole pregnancy a secret in hell, keeping it hidden with spells and whatever else it was necessary, until his baby was out and, well, do his best to protect them. If the people who already targetted him knew that he had become significantly vulnerable, then that was going to be just bad news all around. But lie about it at that point just wasn't an option either. "However, I hope I can count with the discretion of his Majesty. I am not planning to advertise it once we return."

"Oh, of course! I was kinda assuming that anyway. Congratulations!" The king perked up in the other side. "Did you used black magic too? Since sinners can't normally reproduce and all of that."

The other Alastor groaned again. This time the other Lucifer let out a chuckle, right until the point his Alastor throw him a pillow to his face with one black tentacle. That Lucifer frowned at the demon, but looked to a side, pouting.

"No, didn't need to" said, calmly taking his shoes off to lift his legs to his chest. "I just wanted it so it happened. That is all."

The king must have caught by the tone of his voice that he didn't want to get in too much details right at that moment. Or at least that is what Alastor wanted to believe as the man let a beat pass between them.

"Oh, okay" The king accepted it easily. "So… is the other parent waiting for you to come back or…"

"There is no other parent" replied firmly, almost gnarling his teeth to a non existent threat. "This little one is mine. No one else."

"Oh, me too!" said the devil unexpectedly. "I mean, I am a single parent too! That is what I meant, of course" the man laughed to his own clumsy explanation until the sound died down.

Alastor stared at the wall as he slowly started to remember. There was a princess of hell, of course. A naive young woman with some rather adorable antlers that fought hands on a reporter in live television.

"Charlie" said before he could stop himself. The name had come out so easily out of him, but he was sure he haven't even thought about that incident in a long time.

"Yeah, that is right!" The other king perked up again. "I wanted her hard enough so she also just sorta happened too. I recently also adopted Emily, and oh, she is just the sweetest girl you are ever going to meet. I can't wait to get back to them. So, hey, that is why if you ever want to talk about single dad stuff, I am your guy!"

Alastor felt his smile stretched out some more with a bitter irony. Something about the obvious affection the king hold for his daughters irritated him. It wasn't that common to see that naked display even among other parents in Hell. For as much love Carmilla obviously had for her own offpring, she still kept a professional distance in public so her own enemies wouldn't weaponize it against her. He supposed if anyone was going to be able to go against that convention it was going to be the king, the one who had no one to fear, the one who could go against all of Hell and still win. That safety had to feel nice.

Alastor wouldn't know. Just like he doubted that a man on that position could have a lot of useful info for him in how to take care of a child in Hell, outside of a palace and without the full power of the crown behind as support.

"Emily?" asked to change the topic, his ear twitching at the name. It sounded familiar, but not in the same way that Charlie's name did.

"Oh, yes, she is a new member of the family. She fell to Hell so, you know, fallens have to be together! She lives with me and Charlie at her hotel. Did you heard about it?"

"I did" admitted Alastor, narrowing his eyes as he looked for that piece of info. "A place for lost souls to try to gain their ticket to Heaven, wasn't it? Not a fan of the concept, to be quite honest."

"Me neither, actually" The king chuckled a little. "After Emily fell and move in with us, I think Charlie is going to change the direction of the whole thing. Just a general rehabilitation center sounds more doable than entering Heaven, doesn't it?"

Alastor considered just saying that he had achieved that without even intending to, but saw no point on that. It wasn't something he was actually proud to, after all, and it's not like he had anything to show for it, outside of some wings he never liked to use anyway because he hated flying. The only thing he could prove with his story was that some souls truly only belonged in Hell and surely the devil himself didn't need further confirmation of that.

"Sure" He shrugged it off. He didn't see many sinners being fans of that idea either, but it was less out there than gaining an entrance to Heaven. He didn't know how he did it himself, so maybe it was for the best to drop it entirely. "Is that the case for the Charlie of your universe, other Majesty?" asked to the devil in front.

"Oh, you can call me… whatever you want" finalized the man, scratching his neck. "And uhm, I don't really know. I have been kinda… away for a while so I didn't have a lot of time to talk with her. But I think she may come to the same conclusion."

Alastor took notice of the hand still holding to the golden bar. More so in the wedding band he had. His thumb started rubbing on one of his fingers before he could stop it. Something about doing that made him uncomfortable.

"Are you two married?" asked, arching an eyebrow. A king of Hell marrying a sinner surely had to be news worthy. How did that even happened?

For some reason, his question send the other Lucifer into a fit of laughter, blushing a bright golden, while the other Alastor glared at the tiny devil, growling with a tight jaw.

"No" said, smacking the king again with a pillow, which only made him laugh harder. "Your Majesty still has yet to finalize his issues with the Queen. It may take years, for all I know!" pointed out, sending the king a deathly glare as Alastor was throughly confused.

A baby in the way and they weren't even official? If that were any other being of Hell, he wouldn't find anything perplexing about it. It was the fact that any version of himself would accept a situation like that where it stopped making sense for him. He would much rather be single and raise his kid alone than to ever be the side piece of anyone. It was all his or nothing was. Maybe that other Alastor just had different standards than him. Lower ones, that is.

"I see" said, looking now the devil rolling out of bed to escape the attack, calming down from his laughter, but with the smile still on his face as he brushed his hair back. Well, it was an attractive smile, he could give him that mentally at least. And he was still the devil, so there was a lot of power despite his tiny body. It wasn't hard to imagine why his other version would be into that. "How did you two meet, anyway?" asked, conceling his actual curiosity for polite interest, as if just making conversation.

"Yeah, I wanted to know that too" apported the voice of the king. "I was never into Overlord politics so I didn't met this Alastor before."

"Likewise, the king was never big on being a public figure. This is the first time I see the face of one" said, looking at Lucifer, who flinched in place.

He didn't seem very keen on answering, so the other Alastor cleared up his throat to call attention back to himself instead.

"Oh, that is easy! It was through that same hotel of our darling Charlie" said, remarking the possesive pronouns with a sharp smile that his companion corresponded with a frown. "Since our Majesty was oh so busy with his royal duties, it fell onto me to support her dreams and help her to shape her hotel into what it end up becoming, offering protections and accomodations to the best of my ability. Only after months of us already finding a comfortable pace, Charlie contacted the king to ask for a small favor and that is how we came to know each other. Isn't that right, dearie?" said, spitting the endearment without separating his teeth. "From there, it only made sense for the two father figures of the princess to be together!"

"Oh, sure, sweetie" said the other Lucifer, returning the same tone. "You were soo easy to love at first sight! No issue at all! Not like you were a fucking pain in the ass or anything like that!"

"Oh, I know, my king, you don't have to say it! You on the other hand, took a lot more of work to get used to! Almost as much as tolerating getting thrown across a room!"

"Oh for my name, are you still going to pull that?! I already said I am sorry!"

"But it's part of our love story, how could I forget, oh tiny love of mine!"

"Oh, you fucking…"

The reply of Lucifer was cut out when his other version started snickering from his cell. Alastor covered his own mouth, trying and failing to contain his own chuckle.

"Sorry, sorry" came the voice of the king after a beat. "It's just… is that your version of flirting? Because if so, now I get it! You two sound like an old married couple."

"No, we don't!" said the pair at the same time and they glared at each other.

The king laughed even harder at that.

"I have to agree" added Alastor. He didn't know many old married couples or couples in Hell for that matter, but it was amusing the way his other version gnarled his teeth to him. It was like seeing a puppy pretend to be a full grown adult. Not only because of the bars separating them, but because Alastor was sure that if it weren't for them that radio demon still would not stand a single chance in an actual fight against him. "Adorable" chuckled.

"I want a divorce" grunted Lucifer, moving towards the other bed.

The other Alastor huffed.

"Splendid idea, your Majesty! Make sure to let the Queen know first!" commented, just as Lucifer let himself fell face first to his pillow.

His only response being wordless noises of annoyance. The radio demon in his same cell turned in his bed, giving him his back. The light around them started to dim slightly. It was time to rest anyway. Alastor sighed through his nose, wishing he had any way to keep track of the time. He could swear the entire day had been barely a few hours and suddenly was on the white room with Gabriel, but who was to say, actually, locked up as they were on that place? It could have been two days already or two weeks and they have no idea.

After rolling again to the other side of the bed, the previously known king of Hell, single parent of two, now prisoner of Heaven, still single parent, Lucifer was yet to be able to sleep. No matter for how long he closed his eyes or how comfortable tried to make himself in, his brain did not want to turn off. His body needed to keep moving, even as he knew he actually wanted to rest, as if the next positions was going to make it better and then it didn't.

Logically speaking, he knew very well what reasons he could have to be anxious. Being a prisoner of Heaven, for once, was never a good thing to be. He had two daughters waiting for him back at home that he had to return to. Neither of those worries would quiet down even as he kept insisting that it was only a matter of time, just a little bit more for his siblings to be convinced that he didn't had any super secret weapon of doom under his sleeve and then he could just go, but it wasn't only that.

He just didn't know what else there could be. Worse than thinking he let the stove on before getting out of home. Worse than forgetting where he put his keys. Something, something, something that kept nagging him, asking for attention, but didn't had the decency of telling him why. Whenever he tried to think about it harder, a stabbing of pain went through his head right behind his eyes and he was left with nothing but a fading headache. It was on his last tossing that he noticed a dark figure close to his face.

He immediately gasped so hard that swallowed up his own saliva and coughed a couple of times, as the dark figure rised up at little. The dark silhouette had two tail ears standing from its head, similar to what he had seen the radio demon having. A curious smile was plastered all over its face, not threatening in the slightest.

"Uh" said, before remembering to lower his voice, just in case someone was actually sleeping. "A… Alastor? Is this a… projection of yours?"

The dark silhouette shook his head and pointed to the wall behind his back. In direction to the radio demon of his own dimension. Lifting dark tendrils born of its hands, the creature spelled out the word shadow for him to read.

"Oh" So the guy could have his own shadow dettached from himself. Sure, why not. "So, are you like… still a projection of him or what?"

The shadow tilted its head, ear twitching. It pointed to the arm of Lucifer, signaling to the wall, and then to his fingers, pointing to itself. Lucifer had never been the best a charades, but somehow the answer came out naturally to him.

"An extension?" suggested and the shadow nodded happily. "Oh, okay. Is he awake right now?"

Another head shake from side to side. Lucifer sighed, laying his head on the pillow again. The shadow was still observing him, curiously, like waiting for something.

"So…" started, not sure of what to say either. "do you come out only when he is asleep or…?"

The shadow tapped its own chin before its entire shape dissolved. Lucifer let out a small dissapointed oh. Weird or not, at least the guy was a distraction from his own insomnia. A soft pat on his nape made him turn, seeing that the shadow had spelled out more words over the wall.

Now asleep, but not calm. Like you.

"Gee, thanks for calling me out, buddy" mumbled Lucifer. The shadow showed him a wide smirk before spelling out I can go out whenever. "Well, aren't you lucky."

The profile of the deer demon jolted its shoulders in a silent laughed before moving over next to Lucifer, manifesting on an almost corporeal fashion like the first time, as if it were sitting on the floor. Now that Lucifer paid more attention, it was darker than any other shadow he had seen. Its figure seemed to absorbe whatever small portion of light was around it rather than reflect it.

"What can I do for you then, buddy?" asked with a sigh. "I am afraid that I am not as fun as usual without my magic" explained, showing his handcuffs. The shadow moved its head again, wanting a clarification. "If I had my magic I could… I don't know, make appear an instrument and play something. The lack of music here is kinda depressing, isn't it? I know we are supposed to be in prison, but at least give us something to pass the time, you know?"

The shadow looked up for a moment and then separated its hands, making appear a tiny representation of a shadow Lucifer playing the piano. Lucifer chuckled. His own shadow had a goofy smile smacking the keys, but at least looked happy.

"Yeah, exactly. Do you like piano then? Can you play?"

The shadow nodded. Between its hand, a smaller representation of itself was playing while a femenine figure stood behind. That last one had deer ears as well, that Lucifer could only imagine were there to get across the fact that they were related rather than as a part of reality.

"Your mom taught you?" asked, smiling. The shadow expressed an affirmative. That made sense. Even the most wretched of all sinners were once children with families too. It was easy to forget with all the horror they unleashed so freely. "That is cool. What else can you do?"

The shadow seemed to think about for a bit. Then its smile extended as it reached a hand to Lucifer's face and returned it to its side, pressing its thumb between its fingers and wiggling it for him to see.

"Ah!" Lucifer grasped his cheeks. "You were the one who stole my nose all along, didn't you. You are the responsible for why I can't wear glasses without magic" The shadow agitated with an open grin, as if laughing, and threw away his "nose" over its shoulder with a satisfied expression. Lucifer gasped, making the appropriate shocked face. "I knew there was a reason why you went to Hell. Is there any end to your evil intentions?"

The shadow shook its head no and moved as if letting out a sigh, supporting its head on its arms at the border of his bed. Lucifer let his head fell into the bed pillow again.

"You know, you might be an evil nose stealer, but you are kinda cute too" commented. The ears twitched slightly as the shadow grinned. "Can I…" Lucifer extended his hand with the question, but halfway through thought better about it. Cute or not, this was still the extension of a guy he had literally became aware of that day, so it was probably crossing some kind of social boundary to just pet him when they haven't even seen face to face. "Ah, nevermind, I didn't say anything…"

He started to retract his hand, but then suddenly there was a cold, cloudy texture right under his palm. In order to reach that position the shadow had to partially fuse with his bed, letting its lower jaw dissaper while the read of its head came out to recieve Lucifer's hand.

"Aw" sighed, reaching out again until the head returned to it's previous position and he scratched around the ears. The eyes of the shadow closed, pushing against its hand like a cat that didn't get its quota for the day and wasn't afraid to demand it. Lucifer couldn't help but to get closer, using both his hands now. It felt weird to say the least, like caressing a concentrated cloud of pure darkness, but not unpleasant by any means. "Is the rest of you like this or it's only you?" whispered lower. The shadow shrugged. "You don't know? Well, I guess it doesn't matter. If I am doing something that makes you or him uncomfortable, you would tell me, right?"

A silent nod. A hand wouldn't do something that the arm didn't want either. With that reasoning in mind, Lucifer let himself relax a little as he kept whispering to the shadow. From the first moment that he was brought to that cell, it seemed way too big and empty for him, but it wasn't so bad with a little bit of the right company.

Lucifer was letting out a yawn as he ate the piece of bread that came with their food tray. It was basically the same three items every time, bread, a glass of water and a block of ham, so there was no real difference between breakfast, lunch or dinner. Technically speaking, he didn't need to eat at all. The only reason they gave them those was because Alastor had convinced his siblings that radio demons such as himself and his other version were a lot more prone to turning cranky if their stomachs were empty. Also, probably not good for their babies, because there were two, remember, very real ones that it was in their best interest to keep alive. So that is how they started feeding them. At least it was something else to do than to argue with each other or avoid arguing with each other.

He drank his water and spilled the rest on top of himself when one of the tentacles of Alastor dragged him to the other bed, enclosing them both inside of his barrier.

"Fuck, man, couldn't you just warn me?" asked, looking down. If he had his magic he could just dry his clothes instantly, but without it, there was nothing else to do but to tolerate it. He was never going to get a cold out of it, but still.

"Did you heard them last night?" asked Alastor, ignoring his indignation.

Lucifer sighed, grabbing a portion of the sheet to see if that would help. But the fabric was so thin that it barely made any difference.

"Yes" recognized. "You too, huh?"

"Difficult to ignore when he started giggling" Alastor flattened his ears back. Lucifer could tell that the king wasn't trying to be loud, but it was inevitable when it was literally the only sound worth paying any attention too. And maybe he wasn't able to sleep even before that. "Isn't this a bit sadistic already? What is the point of make them forget if later they are just going to put them next to each other?"

"I mean, I think I get it?" offered up with a shrugg. "The whole idea is to try to minimize the threat. The threat is how fucking nuts they are for each other, according to them at least. Make them not nuts and then you can release them to the wild again. But before doing that, they have to make sure they will stay not nuts even if they know the other is nearby."

Alastor took a deep breath.

"Say not nuts three times in a row."

Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"They are just testing the waters to see how much they can be exposed to each other before the whole spell breaks apart."

Alastor narrowed his eyes in his direction.

"You seem to know a great deal about this" said, not entirely acussatory but almost.

"About mental spells? A lot more than you do, buddy" Lucifer stand up, sitting on the bed. Alastor retracted his legs to his side again, but he was used to that by now to get offended by it. "If I was the one doing this bullshit, not that I would, mind you, because this is fucked up, that is how I would do it."

"And if the spell does break apart?" asked Alastor.

Lucifer sighed, letting his shoulder fall. He did hope it didn't come to that.

"Then try again until it sticks."

Alastor sneared.

"That can't be good for any brain."

"It's not" Lucifer frowned, squeezing his hands together. If he at least had his magic he could maybe do a barrier to protect any of them, send them a little bit of energy so they could protect themselves, or something. But the whole stupid thing had been done while they were all sleeping and the next day they were taken out to being told that it was already done. "Mess with ingrained memories like that is bound to fuck anyone. You don't fuck with something that was that big in the life of someone for so long and expect it to come out exactly as you want to. Nobody works like that. The other Lucifer might be okay…ish because he has a lot more years to fill in the blanks on his mind, but the other Alastor… I don't know. He… didn't seem that bad, didn't he?" said, before realizing that was a stupid question.

Even if that Alastor was actually in bad shape, he wasn't just going to tell any of them. To his Lucifer he might have, but not in his current state.

"He does have a kid to think about" pointed out Alastor and Lucifer almost got the sense that he was saying it more for his sake, than because he believed it. But there was an attempt. "That could make him more cautious if he realizes something is wrong."

Lucifer exhaled. He truly hoped that.

"I know we are trying to not make things worse by bringing up stuff that contradicts them, but I feel like shit" commented, throwing himself on the bed. He tried to not think about how it was still a little warm from when Alastor slept there, rubbing his eyes. "And last night? Oh, that was painful. I just wanted to tell him, can you kiss already and shut the fuck up, please, you know you want to, this is sad, just do it, but noooo, we have to try to not cause their fucking sense of reality to essentially be destroyed. Which may translate into a fucking aneurysm or who the fuck knows what else because minds are one of the most unpredictable motherfuckers there are, even in divine beings."

He sighed again, covering his eyes with his forearm.

"This is fuck" commented, for good measure.

"Fucked up" corrected Alastor.

"Fuck your english, it's a stupid language anyway. I would know since I speak all of them!"

Alastor chuckled.

"True as that may be, your Majesty, your dispair is not truly helping anyone, is it not?"

"I know" Lucifer let his arm fell on the bed as he turned to his side, looking up. "We essentially have to lie to a parent that he doesn't have two kids and to another that he doesn't have a pregnant partner with his third. Are you okay with that?"

"Of course not" Alastor almost frowned at the implication. Lucifer was relieved somewhat to see that he could get offended by that. The sinner could be a monster, and a proud one at that, but even he could tell this was beyond acceptable. "But what does mopping and feeling bad about ourselves going to do? We didn't put them here. We didn't do anything to be put here ourselves either. Why should we be the ones to lament it?"

"Wow, the healing powers of rationality and logic. I feel so much better already" Lucifer rolled his eyes as he stand up. "You always know what to say, Al. Truly appreciated."

"You are just upset because you know I am right" said Alastor, snapping his fingers to lower the barrier as Lucifer squinted his eyes at him.

Maybe he was, but he didn't have to be an asshole about it.

"Just don't make it worse already, alright?" replied, before going back to his own bed. What was he doing, thinking that demon could offer any kind of comfort anyway? Clearly that was his own fault. Just because the other Alastor could be that support for his Lucifer, didn't mean this one was going to be the same in any sense.

The thought twisted his guts. As he looked over to the cell, he wondered if that Alastor even existed anymore.

The moment after the trays and everything they used for the good dissapeared, the king stand up over his knees and grabbed to the bars.

"Alastor?" called and then blinked. "From my dimension, to be clear?"

"The one who isn't is Al!" informed Lucifer, smirking to his radio demon. "And I am Luci if any of you wants to call me."

"Oh, alright! Thank you, I was thinking it was going to get confusing" Lucifer turned to his side, even though he couldn't see anything about the one locked up there. "Last night I was talking with your shadow about doing something. What do you think of it?"

"Well, it's not like we have a lot of options for entertainment here" The radio demon of his dimension sighed. "Sure, I don't mind."

Lucifer grinned.

"Guys, I was thinking that we could do a little shadow puppet thingy, if you all want? My Charlie loved to hear stories growing up."

The other two looked at each other for a moment.

"Uhm, cool" said Luci slowly. "What uh, what kind of story do you have in mind, buddy?"

"Oh, she loved the ones to do with my duckies! I have a bunch of character with their own backstories and personalities that I would tell her about when…" Lucifer blinked slowly and then shook his head, regaining his train of thought. "When she asked for it! I can updated it a little so includes some blood to make it more interesting."

"It seems we have been upgraded from toddlers to preteens. Marvelous" replied Al, recieving a frown from his Lucifer.

"Sure, buddy!" said Luci, squeezing his teeth. "It would be nice to have something to do around here for once! Just don't pay attention to the grumpy ass here."

Lucifer snorted.

"Okay, if you say so. You can come out now, man" said, making a gesture through the bars. The shadow of Alastor came out between the other bars and expanded over the floor, essentially making a dark framed in which center he could bow for everyone, as an actor on his stage receiving his standing ovation already. "This story is…" Lucifer then blinked, looking over at the other cell. "Hey, Al, doesn't want your shadow to join in?"

"No" replied the radio demon, just at the same time that a dark figure slipped underneath him and joined the first one in the dark frame.

Al's shadow looked curiously at the first one, tilting its head. It was pretty easy to see the difference between the two of them, as one looked just darker than the other. But Alastor's shadow took the hand of his other version without hesitation and bowed at his side, smirking the two of them.

"Oh, well, look at that. Someone was feeling left out, huh?" teased Luci.

Only a growl of warning was his response. Lucifer cleared his throat.

"Very well" Lucifer cleared his throat, getting himself on the narrator mood. "This is the story of the paper boy who became king!"

That was a story that he knew Charlie actually loved. The original one was a lot more bloody and ruthless, since the paper boy had to fight legions of enemies before he could be turned into the personal guard of the king, but he only told that once Charlie was a lot older and wasn't going to be so squeamish around the subject.

After the paper boy had become the guard, he and the king fell in love with and went out to conquer the rest of the other kingdoms. A dramatic battle later, the beloved guard of the king actually died and the king, enraged, killed everyone in the battlefield to offer their bodies as a sacrifice to the god of the ocean in order to revive him. Since of course he couldn't make a story with a unhappy ending for his duckling, the god accepted all the bodies and returned the guard under a slightly different form. Now turned into a creature that could survive in dry land and in the waters too. He and the conqueror king would continue to create terror among their enemies, alongside their own three offpring to take after them.

Lucifer finished his story on a sudden and complete silence. He waited for a bit until Luci looked up, uncovering his mouth.

"Wow, buddy, that was great!" said with a tight smile. "Did… did you really came out with all of that on your own? That was so creative!"

"Thank… you" Lucifer frowned a little, a bit dissapointed by that response. From where else was he going to get that story? And why his eyes looked so concerned? "I told that to Charlie a million times before since she was a kid."

"No wonder she loved them so much!" commented Luci, looking to the other radio demon in the cell with him.

"Well, I thought it was entertaining enough" said Alastor instead. "Maybe the death of the guard was a little underwhelming though. Why kill him if you are just going to revive him anyway?"

"So he can get cool powers later on, duh" replied Lucifer, as if that should be obvious. "Besides, come on, it's romantic and badass to pay with blood to get your husband back."

"And what point did they married?" asked Al suddenly and Luci stared at him like he wanted to slap him.

Lucifer blinked.

"I didn't mention that? Ah, just assume they were married and were ruling both as kings the entire time since they were together. Yeah, exactly, like that" chuckled when Alastor's shadow represented both the king and his guard in each other's arms, sharing a kiss under wedding bells. Al's shadow was spread between the audience around, throwing rice to the happy couple. "Thanks to both of you, guys. You did a great job!"

The two shadows offered a reverence to their public. Lucifer started applauding and Alastor followed, before Luci joined in and Al, rolling his eyes, gave a couple of claps. Alastor's shadow then turned to his other version and silently joined its hands. Al's shadow looked surprised, but returned the favor and bowed its head before returning back to its source. The other shadow did as well, sending a wave of its hand to Lucifer.

"So, what do you all think?" asked Lucifer after a beat. "Do you want more stories like that? I have a ton more where that came from."

"I might have also have a few" said Alastor. "Since my shadow is the main actor, I could be a writer too."

Lucifer's eyes sparkled, like he had been told the best news of his week. Suddenly his parental relation to Charlie was too obvious to miss.

"Oh, yes, absolutely, buddy! I can't wait to see what you have! We can all participate too, it could be fun!"

"S-sure" said Luci, clearing his throat. "I-I will think of something."

The fun lasted them three days. On the third, the shadow of Alastor was less darkr than that first one. By the fourth, his darkness was dimmer than Al's shadow in such an obvious way that the other shadow looked concerned, passing its eyes between the presents.

"Are you okay?" asked Luci, just as both shadows returned to their sources.

"I am fine" said Alastor. The king wouldn't be able to see it, but Luci could see how dizzy the man looked, how exhausted. "I think it's just the constant activity. Someone did want a civil war on their story yesterday" added, sending a glare back to him. "Probably a small break and it will be good as new."

"Hey, Alastor, buddy" Luci frowned, already fearing the worst. "When was the last time that you had a magic transference?"

Alastor stared at him up head. Genuine confusion written all over his face was all the confirmation he needed.

"Fuck" said looking down at his hands, still retained by the handcuff. He tried to draw the sigil in the air, but nothing was coming out. "Fuck. Al, Al!" turned to the other radio demon, pulling his arms to bring him over. "Extend your tentacles the closest you can to him and repeat the same movement I show you with it, okay? Don't fucking argue with me, just do it!" added when Al opened up his mouth.

The sinner thankfully realized that he wasn't joking around. He pulled out one of his arms through the bars and from there his tentacle sprung out, stopping near the other radio demon.

"What is wrong?" asked Lucifer, but Luci shushed him out quickly.

"Repeat this movement" indicated to Al, drawing the same movement again. From the tip of the black appendage a little bit of magic started to glow, but it wasn't until the third try for this Al could get it perfectly. The figure started floating above Alastor. It was a bright, glowing red.

"GABRIEL!" yelled to the ceiling. "OR URIEL OR SAMUEL OR WHOEVER THE FUCK IS BEING THE CREEP TODAY! YOU HAVE TO COME HERE RIGHT NOW! PLEASE!"

A blink later, Uriel appeared at the end of the hallway, running towards him.

"What?!" asked, not understanding anything, but alarmed just because of his tone.

Luci gnarled his teeth at seeing her.

"You fucking pieces of shit, you don't know how magic pregnancies work!" said, pointing to Alastor. "He needs magic similar to the father for the baby to survive! I thought you have found some way to do that without them touching each other, but you never even thought about it because you didn't know! You stupid fucking dicks!"

Uriel looked back at the radio demon and then back to him, processing the new information.

"Well, how we were supposed to know!" protested. "Normal pregnancies don't have that many norms!"

"IT'S MAGICAL! IT'S ON THE TITLE, WHAT DID YOU THOUGHT!

For a second there, Luci was genuinely concerned that his sister would just insist on him doing the transfer since he was the one with the magic closest to the father there. But he had no idea what effect, if any, that could have on the baby at the stage they were in and didn't want to risk just getting experimental around it now. Luckily, for now at least, Uriel didn't thought about it and moved to the cell of Lucifer. As she did, other two archangels appeared at her side. Raphael and Michael, the later looking more pissed than the former.

"Luci, I am going to free your hands, but you have to behave still, alright?" warned Uriel, opening the cell and coming inside.

"Why do you need me?" asked Lucifer and the question seemed to send a new headache he couldn't shake off.

"Because you are his king, you fucking asshole, so you have to make yourself responsible!" yelled Luci. "Just fucking do it!"

"Oh" Luci blinked, accomodating those words inside of him as Uriel tooks his wrist. "Right, of course. Yeah, that make sense." He sighed with relief when, for the first time since he was captured, his hands were free.

Only for one of them to be immediately grabbed by Michael.

"Let's finish with this" said the archangel, pulling him out of the cell to the next one, their two siblings following closely behind. Once they broke the golden bars on the other cell, Alastor pulled back on the corned, gnarling his teeth as his ears were pulled all the way back. "Luci" called to the king.

"It's okay, buddy!" said the other Lucifer, jumping on the bed of Al to see above all their wings and halos. Al saw him without saying a word. "Let him do this and you will feel better, I promise! It's okay! Lucifer, you just need to give him energy directly to the stomach for a good while. It has to be the stomach directly, not his shirt! At least… I don't know, ten minutes I think?"

"Ten minutes?" said Michael, groaning as he pushed Lucifer inside. "Fine, whatever, since you are the expert and all. Luci" insisted when the king just stood there, in front of the fallen.

It was the first time they saw each other face to face, as far they knew.

"Uh, yes!" said Lucifer, walking closer. Al protected his abdomen, growling to him. The king lifted both his hands. "I-I know, it's scary. You do well protecting your baby, but I won't hurt you, I promise. I just want to help."

"I have no reason to believe you. Any of you" The eyes of the fallen turned into dials, but that effort had his knees shaking until he slipped to the floor. "Don't come any closer!" snapped when Lucifer barely made a movement foward.

Lucifer froze for a moment, looking around the cell the answer.

"How about a deal?" offered. "You let me do this for my own peace of mind and I promise you I won't hurt you or your baby. A favor for a favor."

"Should we allow that?" asked Raphael.

"YES, NOW SHUT UP!" Luci looked in shock when it was the Al at this who yelled that. Al shrugged, not bothering to add any words to cover up for that.

Alastor lifted his gaze, breathing harshly. He looked over at the other archangels and then at the hand that Lucifer was offering to him, glowing already in a gentle red.

"Deal" said, clasping their hands together. The magic exchange came through their chest, a glow of green that stayed with Lucifer a moment longer as the red glow vanished from Alastor. Luci wasn't entirely sure, but he thought he saw the eyes of the radio demon glow in gold for a second. "Don't try anything" warned finally, letting him go.

Lucifer nodded, kneeling at this side. Alastor glanced at him and then at the archangels as he opened up the last buttons of his shirt.

"How long…?" asked Lucifer.

"Just do it, your Majesty" insisted Alastor, grabbing the hand of the king to place on his stomach.

A soft gold glow started shining from their union. Alastor closed his eyes, visible more relaxed than a moment before.

Uriel turned towards Luci.

"How frequently does this need to happen?" asked.

Luci told her just as much as Bel had told him, down to the sigil to check on the magic level for the baby to be alright. Uriel learned it the movement too so she could use it in the future. Once she got it, Luci had to explain her too which color meant what.

"And he doesn't need that?" asked Uriel, throwing a glance to Al.

"Black magic. Different rules, don't worry about it" Luci sighed, making a dismissive gesture. "Just don't let that happen again with them."

After a considerable while, Uriel came back to the couple. Lucifer glared at her as she did the sigil in the air. The sigil was on a clear, strong green now. A beat passed before a crack could be heard. Lucifer turned around, horn out and mouth spitting fire in a low growl, static sounds filling the room.

"Sleep" said Uriel, Raphael and Michael at the same time.

The devil knocked the floor. Alastor could get out a screech through his mic before he followed, his demonic form dissapearing as he laid against the wall.

"I was afraid of that" Uriel sighed. "We have to take them back to try again."

"What the fuck?!" demanded Luci. "What happened?!"

"They remembered" said Michael, crossing his arms. "They started glowing the moment they shook hands."

"Glow?" said Luci. Slowly, that long forgotten ability came back to him. He had stopped using that almost as soon as it became an active effort for him in Hell, he had no need for it. A couple of times he had tested it out on Lilith, but the moment he didn't get the response he was hoping for, didn't try again. "What are you going to do with them now?" asked as Raphael was making the couple float in the air, taking them out of the cell.

"Something different" Uriel shook her head. "The sad thing is that this was working. The prophecy was getting weaker for a moment there."

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"The Switch"

Season 1 Episode 4: “The Switch”

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“The rookies are temporarily paired with new training officers: when Nolan and Lopez track down an escaped criminal, the discover a little kindness goes a long way. Jackson is forced to face his fears when he is partnered with Officer Bradford and Officer Chen and Nolan must face a hard truth”

Original Air Date: November 13th, 2018

Written By: Vincent Angell

Directed By: Toa Fraser

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Another new episode, another cold open led by John and Talia. It would be Talia if she wasn’t spitting official police codes and their meaning at John. Action is only one aspect of being a cop, as we forget there is the paperwork side to also being a cop and Talia does not let John forget that. He is in his training days as a rookie police officer and that also means learning every single thing there is to being a cop including all of the penal codes! I like that Talia is always quizzing and grilling John!

We enter the roll call room with all of our favorites! We learn that the rookies are at the point in their training where they switch their T.O’s for a few days. John gets paired with Angela, Jackson with Tim and Lucy with Talia. As mentioned by Angela later in the episode, this is done on purpose. The rookies can’t learn only one way how to be a cop. And as we’ve seen already, Tim, Angela and Talia all have different teaching methods and police procedurals. They were getting too comfortable with their normal T.O.’s, hence a switch-up! A glaring visible reaction we see is from Talia and Lucy when Grey announces they are going to be together for these next 2 days and its for the most obvious reason: Talia knows. How are these next 2 days going to be for Lucy? I guess we'll find out!

John and Lucy’s relationship has been a main focus for these first few episodes of this series and very heavily focused on this episode. I don’t know how television works, but I want to assume that maybe the reaction towards this relationship was not a positive one and the writers/creators of “The Rookie” picked up on it and decided to end them before they could really even start? Or I could be completely wrong and this was their trajectory for this relationship the entire time?

I am truly so sorry for my words that I spoke regarding my feelings on them because as of episode 4, I no longer feel the same way. I have no defense to take on this matter! It is hard to root for John and Lucy as a couple The older you are, age gaps in relationships don’t really matter, but in John and Lucy’s, it does, because their age gap doesn’t work. To me, and I am assuming a lot of other viewers, the age gap reflects one as of a creepy uncle and his younger niece, not one of love between two grown adults.

At the end of the episode, we finally get to the John and Lucy of it all. When John confronts Talia to tell her to back off from his personal relationship, she quickly turns it around and for lack of better words shoves it back into Johns face. John is all talk- he says he cares for Lucy and wants to be with her, but Talia is right. If John truly cares for Lucy like he says he does then why is he letting her potentially ruin her career; the second word spreads that Lucy and John are dating, it will not only put a Scarlett letter on her uniform but it will also end her barely begun career as a police officer, but for John, barely a scratch on him and he will basically get off scotch free. John knows that Lucy deserves and wants to be a cop as much as he does so why would he do that to her.

Lucy comes to see John, clearly upset and distraught. Lucy, who has been struggling with this decision to end things for weeks, is taken aback when John so very nonchalantly, at least to her, ends things first before she can end it with him. John says its because he doesn’t want to be the reason why she fails out of training, which Lucy takes offense to as she should because that reasoning alone is John protecting his self. You can clearly see the pain that is written all over Lucy’s face and how this has been an inner turmoil for her for weeks and it makes all of it kind of really sad. As much as we don’t like her and John together, she actually felt something for him and it’s killing her to end things with him.

I think it’s safe to say that John and Lucy were exactly who each other needed while in the Academy, but now as they are in their training days, their so called relationship is crumbling, and fast. Their relationship has shifted and they are trying so hard to grow together while also growing through their training, but are they actually just growing apart and at the very least, for the absolute better?

4 episodes in and this episode is the most we have gotten to see of Angela!! I immediately like her. Right off the bat, she is telling John about her personal life regarding how she was raised and how she grew up: by a single mom, the youngest of 4 siblings, all of which are boys and the only girl of the family! The first of hopefully a lot more insight into her personal life! We are slowly getting more back stories from not only Angela, but a handful of other characters as well; At this point, we know the most about John and Tim, a little about Jackson (he is a legacy) and now Angela. Hopefully we get a little more insight into Lucys personal life as she’s the only one we don’t know much about!! Not only do we get to see more of Angela but also of John interacting with someone else who isn’t Talia! It’s safe to say that John is a large part of the comedic relief of this show hence his current dilemma of his training rook book. John has been carrying it around all throughout the courthouse to study, but when he has to stop a convict from escaping he RUNS BACK TO GATHER THE SCATTERED PAGES OF THIS TRAINING BOOK-JOHN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LEAVE THE BOOK AND RUN!!! Angela is quick to tell him that this is the exact reason why this switch up happens every year. The rookies get too comfortable with their official T.O’s and need to see the perspective from a different T.O. Eventually, John and Angela find the escaped convict at his daughters quinceanera, where they let their human sides show and allow him to finish the night with her before the arrest is made. Like Angela said, they aren’t monsters. We also get even more of who Angela is as she tells John more about her family life/growing up and opens up about her dad because seeing this dad with his daughter is bringing up memories of her own dad.

Watching Jackson and Tim being paired together is like seeing a newborn giraffe trying to find their walking legs while the mom just sits back and watches. Jackson is this newborn giraffe: he has the legs but they are shaky and brand new. Jackson watches Tim and sees what he strives and hopes to be one day in his career. Jackson looks so young compared to Tim, both in age and experience. Tim knows he’s a damn good cop and every rookie he’s trained has also became a good one too, and Jackson wants to eventually get there but how long will it take him to do it and to what extents?

Jackson being oblivious to Tims training style, thinks he’s in for the beginning of an easy ride when Tim starts to talk personal with Jackson than BAM, a Tim Test- “Ive been shot boot. Where am I?” One of the more recognizable ones as well. It is the same test he did with Lucy on her first day and where as Lucy didn’t pass (at least according to Tims standards), Jackson did or at least impressed Tim a bit with all of the correct answers.

Tim and Jackson stake out the house with Tim’s fellow cop friend and in doing so they start to get shot at and yet again Jackson freezes up the instant he hears the gunfire and he becomes the shell of a person and hides within himself, so afraid. Tim is shocked to say the least and this is not a good impression for Jackson at all, so what’s going to happen?

Tim is angry to say the least and before he even gets out of his shop Angela knows why. I believe that Tim has every right to be as angry as he is. How is he properly supposed to train a rookie who wants to be a cop when at the first sight/sound of bullets and guns he runs and hides? To Tim, Jackson is asking to be killed and that is the last thing that he needs on his shoulders. He confronts Angela and to his dismay Angela knows and has covered for Jackson as well. I like how Angela tells Tim that Jackson isn’t broken because he isn’t, he just has some issues to work through. (If we are going to talk about broken people, there are essays we all can write about Tim Bradford, especially Season 1, so he just needs to push his mouth!)

I like to see that Jackson is opening up to Nolan, it’s the starting stages of the friendship between our rookies! The end of day one, Jackson goes to Tim in the locker room to stand up for himself and his actions. Tim is not Jackson’s T.O therefore, in Tim’s mind it won’t affect him whether he succeeds or fails because in the long run it won’t affect him, he harbors zero responsibility towards Jackson. This episode shows the first few signs of the serious friendship of Angela and Tim (and I know that they are best friends but again I am writing these as if I have never watched this show before and I don’t know what’s to come!) But where does Tim stand with Angela, because what happens to Jackson would directly affect Angela and after this episode, we know that they have a friendship beyond just being patrol officers together. Which is exactly why I think Tim brings Jackson to see his friend, Wallace. Wallace is a hermit of a person of who he once was and that’s no way to live and if Jackson continues down this path that he is currently on, Jackson will become just that and Tim knows and sees that. Tim was never going to turn Jackson in, but he did need to put a little fear in not only Jackson, but Angela too. This can’t happen again.

Did Wallace cure Jackson? No, but is it the first step in the right direction for helping Jackson with his fears, absolutely. Which also proves true when Jackson takes a step in the right direction in helping Tim during the quickly ill fated shoot out towards the end of the episode. He didn’t get out of the shop and start shooting, but he did take the initiative to prove to not only Tim but himself as well that he’s not scared anymore and he can be a good cop, just let him show it. I think it was a blessing in disguise that Jackson was switched to Tim for these 2 special days- in hindsight, it was exactly what he needed.

Theres tension in the shop between Talia and Lucy for the most obvious of reasons. Lucy has yet to do the one thing that Talia has told her to do: end things with John. Lucy tries to continue to talk about it but Talia doesn’t want to hear it, she has said her piece regarding it and if Lucy doesn’t want to follow it than that’s on her own conscious and it’ll be nobody but herself to blame for her own actions. Not only is Lucy breaking things off with John right for her to do in her professional life it’s also right for her to do in her personal life as well because let’s be real: Lucy! Chen! Can! Do! So! Much! Better! Hopefully we will see it happen soon. It makes you wonder if Talia has been in this situation before or if she’s known someone who’s been in a similar situation as Lucy is in.

Back at the precinct hallway, Talia is calling Lucy out regarding Lucys ignorance of arresting the wrong runaway from the car and good for Talia. As much as I like Lucy at this point, she does seem to be a little too confident (Hmm maybe Tim is rubbing off on her?!). Lucy thinks she’s one of the better rookies and there is nobody out there like her; Talia quickly shuts her down. Talia sees the potential in Lucy, but I also think that she sees the lack of commitment to being a good cop. Talia mentions she’s putting maybe 65-70% into her training days and the other 35-30% of her training/rookie days into being with John. Lucy should have 100% commitment to her training and rookie days and zero commitment to John, it should even be a question. Talia doesn’t understand why especially when it can ruin her career before it will even start. Lucy needed to hear this very tough from her- maybe it’ll whip Lucy into shape and into doing the right thing…which is inevitable ending things with John.

The amount of personal information we are getting on our favorite characters in this episode is really great! Talia shares more personal information on her childhood in that being she grew up in the foster system, I can’t wait to learn even more on that.The next day in the shop, Lucy expresses to Talia that she doesn’t want to end things with Nolan because she really likes him and it’s one of the things she’s been most serious about in a long time, the first is about becoming a cop, as we learn that entering the police academy was on a whim to anger her parents but it quickly became one of the best things that Lucy has ever done in her life. 4 episodes in, we can say its safe to assume that anything that Lucy does in her life is serious and she doesn’t take it lightly. Which is why she says that ending things with John is going to hurt her and it’s a hard decision for her to make, but at the end of the day, she knows that she has to do it. She knows this because of Talia’s words that she overheard in a interrogation room. Like Jackson being paired with Tim, I think it was a good thing for Lucy to be paired with Talia. Talia is exactly who she needed to give her the push to end things with John.

I like how all of the side scenes and storylines converge and end up with everyone back at the precinct and all working together. There is a good balance of personal storylines as well as ensemble storylines and it is handled very well. At the end of day 2, the final day of “The Switch” the rookies are getting grilled by Grey on their T.O’s personal life but in a surprising, but in a typical “The Rookie” fashion, none of them fess up and say a damn thing about their temporary T.O’s.- makes you wonder why not, when each of them clearly did learn something personal?!

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Honorable Mention: Jackson’s Dog Biscuits Hack

Episode Peak: The end of John and Lucy. Or is it?

Episode Pit: Not enough Tim and Lucy (we are all thinking it!)

Quote of the Episode: “Yo, yo, yo. You call an Uber? I’ll understand if you don’t give me a five star” ~ Wade Grey

Episode Rating: 10/10. This episode is exactly what we needed at this time. We learned so much more about a number of the characters regarding their personal lives. We got a little switch up in partners and to see how they all interact with each other was awesome! I can’t wait to see more!

Random Thoughts:

Lucy’s on duty hair was finally changed to her iconic low bun, which suits her SO much better.

With the lack of interaction between Tim and Lucy this episode, it was nice to see Lucy sticking up for Tim. They haven’t been riding together for long, but in the time that they have been together in the shop, Lucy knows well enough that Tim would never have turned Jackson in, and she was right! Our itty bitty #Chenford crumbs are showing!

I don’t care how many times I say it, Tim Bradford is so hot. I know he is a completely fictional character and we have Eric to thank for bringing him to life, but there is just something about that man.

Out of John, Jackson and Lucy, I believe that Lucy has shown the most potential about becoming one of the best cops that Mid-Wilshire will have seen!

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Oh boy! This one was a doozy and if you’re reading this than that means you stuck through all of my rambling and I truly can’t thank you enough! There was so much going on in this episode and I had a LOT to say about it!!! I hope you guys are continuing to stay with me and read my weekly episode recaps because there’s a hell of a lot more to come! Thank you again, so much! As always, I can’t wait to hear your thoughts and opinions on everything!!! I love to hear it, always!

Until next time on, “Get in The Shop”...

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