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lostonehero · 3 months ago

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What remains after eternity

Leaving

Jonny hugs the last of his kids standing outside Aurora. "Look, I know you guys are waiting for the rest of your crew. My offer is open now and forever. I love you guys."

Trevor broke from the others. "Fuck it." Eyes look to him. "It's been over fifty years, fifty fucking years, and they never are this fucking late. You guys can wait, I'm heading out with dad and you fuckers can find me."

Janet broke next. "Fuck he's right, and I already left a note in the cave. I wanna travel with dad. I still have questions for Raphaella and Ivy, and Brian is from that weird nightmare planet."

Thomas launched himself at Jonny. "I don't want to say bye yet."

Jonny could feel tears fall down his cheeks. "For fucks sake you brats just get in. You still have to meet your great aunts, and I'm sure Tim would love to have you guys around."

"I get first dibs on rooms!" Alex runs inside.

"Fuck you! You don't even have your stuff!" Mae runs after them.

"Hey! That's not fair! You got a headstart." Janet huffs running after both of them.

Jonny pulls away. "Go ahead." He watches both his sons run onto Aurora.

"I have room for their crew." Aurora sounds smug.

"Don't fucking push it." Jonny smiles wide. "You asked for this. They're my kids. I hope you're happy."

Aurora beeps and chips like an excited child.

"You're as bad as them." Jonny walks in as the hatch shuts. "Thank you." He says softly.

"Nastya says you're soft." Aurora hums.

"So what?" Jonny smiles, following the sound of his children.

.......

Janet stares at the open panel, revealing a screen. Alex is next to her also staring.

"Janet D'ville and Alex D'ville, what can I help you with?" Aurora's voice chimes.

Janet hums. "Ok I have to ask are you fucking Nastya or was dad lying."

"Dad doesn't lie to us." Alex rolls their eyes.

"Nastya and myself are in a relationship, yes. I have attempted to court your great aunts, but they don't leave your grandmothers ship." Aurora pauses. "Why do you ask? Do you not have an ai on your ship?"

"We do..." Alex makes a face. "However, they aren't um... he..."

"So there's this thing called hate sex, and our pilot Izzy well." Janet thins her lips.

"Izzy and Hal, get along as well as a house on fire." Alex pauses. "Do we need oxygen masks if you get into fights with Nastya?"

"I can not turn off the oxygen due to our garden and Gunpowder Tim. I have tried." Aurora hums.

"Weird." Janet shrugs. "What's your policy on violence?"

Aurora chirps excitedly. "Allowd!"

"You answered that way too excitedly." Alex looks at Janet.

"Don't look at me, I think Mae is going to try to start her game again." Janet shrugs.

"Game?" Aurora questions.

Janet and Alex smile at each other.

"You'll figure it out." Alex snickers.

"I highly doubt she'll win even if it's been a while." Janet crosses her arms. "Wait, wait, wait, Aurora, do you have any hallways covered, or is it all metal hallways?"

"Except for Jonny's and your kids' room being carpeted, my halls all have smooth metal halls."

Janet giggles.

Alex rubs her hands together. "I know our plans tonight."

Aurora chirps excitedly ready for chaos. She misses the violence dearly.

.........

Jonny ducks, and there's an arrow embedded in the wall next to him. "I appreciate your wish to keep playing your game, but you're going to have to try harder than that. Also, Nastya is normally in the vents and try not to bother her." He sips his mug of tea.

Mae groans and jumps down from the ceiling. "How did you even know?" She whines.

Jonny chuckles. "I've been at this."

"I've been at this a long time, Yada Yada." Mae huffs. "You can't just say that for everything."

"Watch me." Jonny smiles, taking another sip. "Points for the silent weapon, though."

"Stop being supportive. I'm trying to kill you by surprise." Mae huffs.

"I know, and I love you, my little hammer head." Jonny chuckles again as she groans louder.

Mae put the bow on her back. She gently side headbutts her dad.

"What's on your mind? I know you're not mad or even annoyed about losing again." Jonny gently headbutts back.

Mae sighs. "Are you ok with us? With me?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm annoyed about the gods, but I'm not mad that I have you guys back." Jonny faces his daughter. "Im proud of you guys. You all became better than me. You have your own crew, your own ship, and your own family to cause chaos."

"I'm kind of a slut." Mae rubs her arm. "I've murdered for nothing, gambled, and lied."

"I've been there and done that." Jonny smiles and presses his forehead against hers. "There is nothing that can make me hate you guys."

Mae presses back. "I just.... dad, I never thought we would ever cross paths again. There's so much I want to tell you. I want to show you so much. I just... I'm scared that you'll be disappointed."

"Sallie Mae, the only way you could disappoint me is if you sleep with Ashes. I don't care what you've done, but I will not allow you to become another notch on their belt. They've been trying to fuck my mother too." Jonny sighs and smiles hearing Mae start to giggle.

"Grandma is kind of a milf." Mae chuckles.

"Don't you start." Jonny headbutts them hard and and walks off.

"W- wait." Mae giggles louder. "How about I sleep with Brian?"

"I'm done with this, you brat." Jonny was grinning.

"I can always sleep with another cop." Mae walks next to her dad.

"A cop really? Marius is bad enough with Lyf. I raised you better. Fuck the police, Sallie Mae, not fuck the police." Jonny laughs as Mae pushes him.

"Instructions aren't clear." Mae laughs along.

........

"On your left!" Alex giggles sliding past Lyf.

Lyf jumps back. "I uh... Aurora, did you get waxed floors?"

"No. New Texans have feet made for hot desert sands and rocks. Rough terrain and those features do not translate to flat, smooth surfaces." Aurora sounds bemused.

"Is that why - Whoa!" Lyf stumbles forward as Janet slides on his other side.

"You make a better wall than a path, space cop!" Janet shouts, holding up her middle finger.

"She's right!" Trevor uses a cane to stop himself. "However, that doesn't much matter."

"Why?" Lyf stares at him.

"It's fun and a fast way to get places. It pisses Aiden off as well back on our ship." Trevor sighs. "How's Marius?"

Lyf frowns. "Still out of it. He's in Raphaella lab if you want to say hi."

"Is Carmillia there?" Trevor frowns when Lyf nods. "Then no. She scares me."

"She creeps me out as well." Lyf pauses. "Do you know about this acolyte stuff?"

"Of course I do." Trevor raised a brow. "Do you not?"

"Just because I am one apparently doesn't mean I got instructions." Lyf scowls.

Trevor nods. "Alright, sure, I can tell you the stuff I know. It's not a happy tale, though. Our crew are all ones of different gods. Didn't touch me or my siblings in that way. Hope they never do." He pulls out a pair of socks with rubber bottoms. "There's a common room, right?"

"Yes." Lyf motions for him to follow. "We can talk there. Raphaella will have Marius for a while."

Trevor nods and follows behind.

......

"So?" Lyf watches Trevor pull his knees up, getting comfortable in the corner of the couch.

Trevor frowns. "After the god killer, the gods got smart. Izzy calls it an infection, she felt it happen, and she tried to cut out those parts and replace them with machines it didn't work, but we found her in a lab. She doesn't talk much about it. She was once known as the most brilliant scientist of her galaxy before she went mad, but going mad would have been much kinder." He rubs his arm. "Izzy is kind. I help her with her mechanical parts, but it's getting harder and harder to tell where they start and the flesh ends."

Lyf pales. "She felt it happen?"

"She tried to fight it." Trevor sighs. "We found her by chance. We were tasked with finding the missing scientist. Nobody bothered to check her lab."

"Oh gods." Lyf covers his mouth. "Why haven't I changed?"

"You have." Trevor's tail flicks back and forth like a nervous tic. "Your blood is like rainbow static, ain't it? It's not so much of a physical change as the others, but you have the power of Yog Sogoth on your fingertips. It's a part of you."

Lyf looks away. "I rather not think about it like that."

Trevor nods. "Lazarus was the first to join us. He can't tell you what he looked like before the god Scratch got involved, but he thinks he was human once, but that's all you'll get out of him. He's old he talks about a ship called Apollo, whatever that means. He's close to Thomas, and they don't have a label, but everyone knows they have a thing for each other. He's weird, but he makes Thomas happy. Don't ask him about earth, though. It always makes him upset."

"Noted, but I think Tim would be the one to ask about earth. He's the only other human I know." Lyf hums. "He knows his god?"

"He always says, unfortunately, when asked and never elaborates. He has a cross too, it's old, like really, really old. He never takes the thing off." Trevor shrugs. "As I said, he's weird. He has complete co troll over his powers if you ever want a lesson, but I think that's because he's been at it a long time."

"That's good to know. I will have to learn what I'm capable of eventually." Lyf sighs.

"There's...." Trevor stops as the sound of violin comes through. "I um huh." He spots Marius eyes unfocused, and he was playing as he walked. Raphaella was behind him.

"How curious." Raphaella smirks and writes something down.

"Is he ok?" Lyf gets up quickly.

"Healing has halted the virus has changed, but it hasn't gotten worse. I just have to change my approach. I've never dealt with a virus that evolves to fight a cure. It's quite amazing, actually, but I took enough samples, and I... well, his questions hurt." Raphaella doesn't need to elaborate.

Lyf nods. "Why were you following him?"

"I wanted to see where he was going." Raphaella pauses. "He seems to know where you are for what that's worth. I'm going to go back to my lab and try again. If I need any more samples, I'll come to collect them."

Trevor watches Raphaella leave and then look back to Marius, whose back was to them as he played. "Maybe when Izzy comes by she can help."

"That would be nice." Lyf sighs. "We can continue this another time, I have to make sure he eats."

Trevor nods. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Lyf smiles sadly. "I made a promise to the man I love, and I'll be there till it's impossible, but impossible isn't something I ever plan on finding."

........

Mae walked down the halls, stopping hearing violin and gutair. It could be her siblings, but the voice wasn't... someone was singing. She followed the tune to a music room. Tim was strumming on his gutair, and Marius was playing his eyes were unfocused like he really wasn't there. He was singing something, but in a language she didn't understand.

Tim didn't notice, Mae creep in. He was focused on playing.

Mae wasn't certain Tim was even aware of Marius next to him. A screen popped open with text.

"They have been playing for hours. Your father is unavailable, and Lyf is asleep. I can not get them to stop."

Mae pales realizing both men's hands were bleeding. "Dad wasn't..." She takes a breath. "Wait a moment." She runs off down the hall and returns with Thomas.

"I don't think this will work." Thomas looks uncomfortable.

"You're the only one of us who can mimic dad's voice perfectly." Mae frowns. "I don't like this anymore than you do, but dad's busy, and you remember what Trevor told us."

Thomas sighs and nods. "Ok ok ok. I don't even know if this will work."

"It's worth a shot. Dad always told us stories about his days with Tim. I mean, dad even calls him his husband." Mae shifted uncomfortably. "His hands are bleeding."

Thomas grimaced. "They are." He takes a breath. "Don't tell dad."

"I won't." Mae frowns.

Thomas clears his throat, and his voice perfectly mimics his father's. "Tim the fuck are you doing?"

Tim misses the next note, and his hand rests blood dripping to the floor. He looks up at Thomas. The only warning was a loud beeping from Aurora, and they were shoved out of the room as a vine went through the solid metal door.

Thomas skittered backward, and so did Mae. He grabs her hand as a second vine goes through the door.

Mae shakes her head as alarms begin to blare. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck." She pulls her twin up. "Run!"

Thomas didn't need to be told twice as they ran hands locked.

........

Valerie frowns as she puts her mug down. "What's wrong?"

Jonny furrows his brows. "Auntie Audrey, why do you look worried?"

"The alarms have gone off in Aurora." Audrey crosses her arms. "Unfortunately, I do not know why."

Jonny gets up. "She doesn't do that unless something is wrong. Fuck did some assholes try to board us?"

"Don't worry." Valerie smiles. "We can handle it."

"Damn right, my kids are on board. I ain't letting them touch my babies." Jonny started to run to the exit to get on Aurora.

"He did not take a gun." Audrey raised a brow.

"I don't think he needs one." Valerie walks after him. "He also knows his kids can handle themselves."

"You raised him well." Audrey smiles. "He's a good dad."

"Damn right." Valerie chuckles.

........

Janet stumbled back, watching Brian get torn in half. "Shit. What the fuck did you two do?" She held a gun in her hand but bullets did next to nothing against the vines.

"I just wanted to fucking help." Mae pulls Janet back from another vine. "Aurora asked me to help."

"Well it didn't fucking work." Ashes huffs as their flamethrower is taken and broken. "Fuck, Raphaella any...." They stop as they are splattered with purple blood. "Nevermind."

A rainbow static sputters as Lyf is grabbed, and his arms forcefully rip from his body. He screams in pain as he is slammed against a wall.

"He really sucks at his power control." Alex suddenly shrieks as a vine goes through their shoulder, pinning them against a metal wall.

"No!" Mae runs with a growl. Barely making it to Alex, she chops through the vine and pushes Alex away as one goes straight through her chest.

Alex stared up at her sister. "Sallie?"

Mae wheezes. "I'm... I'm..." The vine twists. She screams.

"Liar!" He growls he goes to attack once more.

Thomas's leg is ripped off. "F-fuck." He falls to the floor.

Trevor took a breath as Ivy's attack did nothing, and she was ripped to shreds. He really didn't want to do this. He reached in his mouth and pulled out a tooth. He winced but held it firm. "This is going to suck." Before a vine can even touch him, it disintegrated.

A female voice is heard laughing. "Darling sweet baby boy." She has short white hair, red eyes, and purple skin. A long tail six arms and two rows of spines down her back that seem to spark.

"Li -" He turns to a pile of ash, leaving mechanical eyes in the pile.

"Really?" Thomas groans. "Really Trevor?"

"What else did you want me to do? Mae is impaled." Trevor points to Mae, who just looked annoyed.

"Yeah, under my heart and between my lungs." Mae shudders as it is healed. "You really had to summon her."

"You still have such a cute little attitude." She giggles like nails on a chalkboard and explodes Carmillia and Nastya.

Trevor wipes the blood off his face.

Thomas crosses his arm as his leg regrows. "Ok, first off, it's not like we were going to die, you fuckers won't let us."

"True even that you've found the mechs and your father, speaking of which." She turns. "Hello Jonny."

Jonny looked at the carnage. He takes a deep breath. "Why the fuck is she here?"

"You know her?" Jonny's children stare at him.

"Do you really think we haven't faced a god or two in Aurora?" Jonny pinched his brow. "Nexus what the fuck do you want?"

Nexus giggles. "What I always want." She licks her lips with a very long tongue.

"Disgusting as always, the answer is still no. Mae, what happened?" Jonny steps over a severed arm.

"I asked for her to-"

"I didn't ask you, Aurora." Jonny sighs on a disappointed tone.

"I heard guitar and violin, so I followed the sound, and I saw Tim and Marius playing. Both of their hands were bleeding, and Aurora asked me to help since you were with grandma and Lyf was asleep. I asked Thomas to help because he can mimic your voice and you always talked about how you two were close and it did get his attention and he stopped but he didn't like that it was Thomas and not you." Mae looks away.

Jonny frowns. "Next time, please get me, and I'll handle him. I told you that Tim's still recovering and some days are better than others." He sighs, helping Mae up. "I'm not mad you did the best you could with what you knew, but there's a reason why I haven't told you or any of you what really happened to him."

"Dad, I'm i." Mae stops as her father hugs her tightly.

"We'll have a talk, but in the meantime." Jonny glares at Nexus. "My mother will be here shortly."

Nexus pauses. "Ah." She snaps, and all the gore vanishes, leaving just the mechanized parts. Trevor holds his mouth as the tooth is replaced. "Yog Sogoth is such a cunt." She vanishes.

Lyf gasps as he sits up. "What.... what happened." He looks around and freezes seeing Marius's arm on the floor.

"They're fine." Jonny sighs. "Trust me, I've thrown myself into a volcano before. It doesn't stick." His children stare at him as he picks up Tim's eyes. "Come on, I'll tell you what happened. I'll make you guys dinner."

The five follow silently.

Lyf hugs Marius's arm as Valerie finally enters.

"What happened?" Valerie frowns.

"Tim was upset, but I don't know what happened after." Lyf takes a breath. "Jonny took his kids to the kitchen."

Valerie nods and walks over to sit next to Lyf.

"Aren't you going to follow?" Lyf takes a breath.

"He can always explain it to me later. He's allowed to be a father to his children." Valerie pats Lyf's back. "He'll be back within the week."

"Thank you." Lyf sighs in relief.

"And unfortunately, Carmillia will be back within the hour." Valerie rolls her eyes.

Lyf gives a small smile. "That is unfortunate."

........

Jonny slices the meat on the table for a final time, creating his plate as his kids look horrified. Tim's eyes have stared to get bloody, so he put them on a towel. "That's the truth. Humanity is a different, more awful type of species when it comes to cruelty to their own kind."

"I'm...." Thomas stops as Jonny holds his hand up as he sits.

"None of it is your fault. None of this is any of your faults." Jonny frowns. "You did what you thought was right, and I can't fault you for that."

Alex takes a breath after finishing their food. "You know Nexus?"

"She's gross." Trevor crossed his arms and sits back. "I hate bringing her here. I panicked, ok!"

Mae smiles softly. "Fuck with my impalement I would rather her than someone else appear."

Thomas grimaced. "Yeah fuck that at least she's something we're used to."

Janet blinks. "Wait, why did grandma make her leave? Not that I'm complaining, but it's weird."

"That's a story for your grandmother to tell you guys." Jonny sighs. "And for how we met, it was right after the death of King Cole. We stumbled upon a church that we thought had the making of another story. It didn't really turn out like that. She found us charming and did her best to keep us, but it didn't work. Now, this is the only story of the last that I can think of that I will not tell fully, and I'm sure you can figure out why. However, I will tell you not to trust a single thing Nexus claims albeit her power or what she's done with us."

The five nod.

.......

"Are you awake?" Aurora's voice chimes.

Nastya blinks, staring at the ceiling. "How did I get back in my room?"

"Ah, Sallie Mae carried you back when there was enough to carry. Jonny's children have helped clean up the mess and carried the rest of the crew back to their rooms except Tim and Marius." Aurora chirps. "You are the first to wake. Shall I tell the ones who were not affected by Tim's rampage?"

"What happened?" Nastya pulls herself up to sit.

"I asked Sallie Mae for help with Gunpowder Tim. The outcome was not forseen. However, we have kept the course to Marius's planet that Jonny confirmed was his planet." Aurora pauses. "Are you alright?"

Nastya nods. "Yeah, Jonny's ok?"

"Yes, he is." Aurora hums. "Would you like me to set up a video call?"

"Please." Nastya takes a breath as the screen comes to life.

"I'm following the fucking directions." Jonny huffs as giggles are heard.

Valerie pinches her brow. "Obviously not because you set the fucking batter on fire."

Nastya clears her throat. "What are you doing?"

Jonny rubs his face. "Baking."

"No, he's creating a health hazard." Valerie corrects. "Welcome back."

More giggles and laughter in the background.

"You have no right to laugh. You brats ate my baking." Jonny huffs.

Nastya smiles softly. "How is Tim?"

Jonny frowns and crosses his arms. "He isn't awake yet. You're the first to wake up. Lyf is with Marius, I don't think he has properly slept since."

"He hasn't, but I'm sure once Marius is awake, he will." Valerie raised a brow. "Why is it moving?"

"Will you stop.... oh, it is moving." Jonny thins his lips. "It's never done that before."

"I'm honestly impressed." Valerie blinks. "Kids, how about you go check on the others, and I'm going to figure out how to kill this thing with your father."

"That would be smart." Jonny has a look of concern on his features. "Anyway, we have to go. Talk to you later, Nastya." He cuts off as something pounces on his face.

"I did not like that." Aurora sounded concerned. "Jonny is now banned from baking. I will inform Ashes of this new rule."

"Agreed." Nastya looked somewhat horrified. "I will take Tim rampaging any day. Fuck me I'll even take another moonbeast."

"Yes." Aurora chirps.

.......

Someone was speaking, and Lyf didn't understand. He furrowed his brows as he opened his eyes, and the brown of Marius's stared down at him. He curses as he pushes himself back so he won't hit him as he gets up. "Marius?"

Marius blinks and tilts his head. He begins to speak, but it's a language Lyf was not familiar with. He points to his metal arm and continues to speak.

"Common? Marius, I don't understand what language you're speaking." Lyf frowns as Marius stopped matching the confused expression.

Marius pointed to himself. "Byron." He then pointed at Lyf. He motioned for lyf to say his name.

"Lyf." Lyf shakes his head. "Marius i-"

Marius points at himself again. "Byron." He repeats. He points at Lyf. "Lyf."

Lyf takes a breath. He does recall one of the mechs saying offhand that Marius want actually Marius's name at one point, but he really thought they were fucking with him. They weren't, and he needed to focus. "Ok, Byron, do you know where you are?"

Marius blinks, not understanding a single word spoken.

Lyf pinches his brow. "Aurora, do you know what Mar - Byron's native language is, and can you translate?"

"Marius's native tongue is not in my database or any known records. I have no ability to translate for you." Aurora chirps back.

"Fuck." Lyf takes a breath. "Is Ivy up?"

"Yes, she is with Raphaella in her lab." Aurora hums. "I shall inform them of the situation."

"Thank you." Lyf gets out of bed and cracks his back. "I miss the violin." He turns to Marius. He was dressed with the clothes he put on him, a bit more dressed down actually like the entire outfit was too much. "Ok, Byron."

Marius looked at Lyf and nodded.

Lyf holds out his hand, waiting for Marius to take it.

Marius reaches with his metal hand but hesitates and switches to his flesh one. "Lyf."

Lyf nods and pulls him out to the halls.

......

"So you never took Marius seriously when he described his home planet or when he tried to show you where it was, nor did you either of you ask him about his language." Lyf looked ready to pull his hair out.

"Marius kept telling us about a planet that was long abandoned due to colonizers polluting the planet to the point that no viable life could even live there. It's irradiated as fuck not to mention the toxic waste, and bio hazard materials that litter the surface." Ivy crossed her arms.

"I would have to make specialized suits for us to just land and explore on that planet which I am working on because Jonny insisted that's the correct place. I'm scared to even set foot there, and I don't even want to test anything on that place." Raphaella frowns. "Frankly, whatever happened, I don't even think I'm ready to push past that limit of science."

"That doesn't excuse any of you just ignoring the fact that Marius is a different species with a different culture and language. Maybe you shouldn't have discredited him. His species seems so fucking weird don't you think the environment is why?" Lyf throws his hands up as Ivy looks away embarrassed.

"We didn't even get along in the beginning." Ivy huffs. "I mean... um.... sorry, Janet, you know the language." Ivy stared at Janet, who was in a conversation with Marius, Carmillia was also there, but she had no idea what they were even saying.

Janet says something before switching back to common. "Yeah, I mean, I kind of expect I should know it when I was first taken by the gods I was flung onto a ship run by his kind. They called themselves pirates, but they were more like humanitarian aid workers. I'm a bit rusty, but Byron git the gist of everything." She points to Marius, who nodded. "It's kind of cute he has a crush on you, Lyf, and was shocked when I said you two were together. Anyway I'm going to take him to the kitchen to make some food and stuff. Surprisingly, he took to the whole mechanism thing pretty well." She switches back to the other language, and Byron nods, waves goodbye, and follows her. They seem to be in a deep discussion about something.

Lyf blinks.

Ivy opens her mouth than shuts it trying to process this.

"I have so many questions." Raphaella rubs her temples.

Carmillia hums. "Yeah, I was going to have Janet work on something with me, but then they just started talking. Also, do either of you have a sample of Jonny's baking disaster creature?"

"What?" Raphaella looks even more lost.

"I'm just going to take that as a no. I should ask Valerie. I want to replicate it." Carmilla just turns and walks down the hall.

The three exchange glances and head down the hall to corner Janet and Marius.

.......

"For the last time it's my turn to make lunch." Thomas scowls.

"You always make the food too bland." Mae huffs.

"You over spice everything! Sometimes, I want to actually taste the food." Thomas scoffs.

Mae rolls her eyes. "That's because you're a fucking baby and can't handle flavor."

Thomas growls and tackles Mae to the floor. "At least I have taste buds!"

"Oh fuck off mine are obviously better than yours." Mae headbutts him.

Ashes cracks open a beer. "And you're here because?"

Jonny sipped on a smoothie. "They asked me to come. They expect me to refree their fights, but they are adults and they haven't changed from when they were kids."

"So who normally wins?" Ashes pursed their lips.

"Neither of them." Jonny rolled his eyes. "What normally happens is either myself or one of their siblings make food while they fight. They can go at this for hours. Neither of them are right."

Janet steps around the two. "Hi, dad, Ashes." She motions for Marius to follow. She switches back to the other language.

Marius nods along and continues the conversation as Janet begins to pull out food to cook.

"You weren't kidding." Ashes chuckles.

"For as much as they have grown and changed some things, just don't change." Jonny chuckles. "Don't forget to make the idiots food."

Janet gives a thumbs up.

.......

Byron raised his brow. "Is this normal?"

"My siblings can be idiots. They do this whenever either one has cooking duties, which on our ship they are removed from that list." Janet hums. "So are you ok with I told you?"

"I have evidence I can not refute, but I can not imagine why I would become a doctor. I am much better with machines than the health of others. But are you certain that man is my partner?" Byron crosses his arms. "I can accept this metal arm, It's not unheard of for a soldier to lose a limb, and I know my mech wasn't the safest thing. However, how in the galaxy did I get that man to fall in love with me? We aren't even the same species. I could kill him by accident. My blood is toxic."

"I think he would think it was cute on how concerned you were for him. He can't die, and I know he has probably tried to. You can't either." Janet pauses as Byron snorts. "Even if you don't believe it, it's true. The gods won't me or my siblings die either." She motions to Jonny. "That's my dad. He can't die either. He's really different than how he once was. I've met him before us. Time travel is weird."

"I can agree with that. Does he know that?" Byron pauses when Janet shakes his head. "Will you tell him?"

"Probably not." Janet sighs. "He already feels guilty about us, but it's not his fault. The gods are awful, selfish creatures."

"I can agree with that." Byron sighs. "So, can you tell me more about this crew? The ship. I've never been somewhere this... I don't know what to call it. It's so empty."

"Yeah, I can tell you. My dad's told me countless stories about you guys, and now living with you guys, he wasn't wrong either." Janet smiles, handing Byron a plate. "We can discuss over food."

"That sounds quite nice." Byron nods. "And do tell me more about that, Lyf. I want to know about him and where he's from. I should know if we are together. I have to make an effort. I'm not even a doctor. I hope he won't mind that."

Janet chuckles. "Again, if only he could understand you, he would probably be embarrassed on how much that would turn him on. Just how you're acting."

"You flatter me, miss, but I can assure you confusion isn't that attractive. I'm not even confident in my own abilities compared to this older me." Byron rubs the back of his neck. "I'm good with machines, not people. My siblings would tease me mercilessly for this situation."

"That I can relate to." Janet chuckles.

.......

Lyf spots Marius finishing his meal. He sighs in relief. "See, that's all I wanted to do is talk to him."

"He seems perfectly fine speaking to Janet." Alex crossed their arms. "And.... fuck you two already finished fighting. I wanted to watch."

Thomas and Mae stick their middle fingers at them.

"Damn." Alex snaps.

Lyf sighs and ignores the conversation approaching the table with Marius and Janet. "May I sit?"

Janet translates and pauses as Marius answers. "Of course, but he wants to know if it's ok if I stay so I can translate for him."

"Oh yes, of course." Lyf smiles and pulls out a chair. "So I didn't excatly introduce myself properly, I'm Lyfrassir Edda, former first class inspector of asgard. I know you don't remember, but I wouldn't mind telling you how we met."

Janet translates wiggling her brows.

Marius's face lights up in a dark blush. He mutters something to Janet.

Janet snicker. "He doesn't know how he could have got someone like you to like him. He's very insistent that he is just a dumb engineer and pilot soldier. He's also very concerned that he has hurt you because he is poisonous."

Marius covers his face.

Lyf lights up with a rainbow static blush. "You have absolutely no right being shy! Fuck you look adorable."

Janet shakes her head. "I'm not going to translate that. However...." she begins to speak to Marius again.

Marius uncovers his face and nervously looks over at Lyf. He pauses and takes a breath before he begins to speak.

Janet nods. "Lyf, you seem like a fine man, but I can't be the man you knew me as because I'm not him, but if you like, we could try this for however long I'm here with you. Not that I know what I'm doing, but if you would have me, I wouldn't mind."

Lyf lights up again brighter. "Y-yes." He quickly nods and covers his face which does not help the glowing.

Marius quickly starts talking again.

Janet nods and reaches out. "Byron is very concerned that the glowing is hurting you, and he's sorry. He didn't mean to hurt you."

Lyf groans. "He needs to go back to the fucking man I know because I'm about to jump him across the table.... wait WAIT!"

Janet has an evil smirk and begins to tell Marius that Lyf wants to bend him over a table if he keeps being cute.

Marius's tail slices through the back of the metal chair he is sitting in. His face is all blush.

"You really are Jonny's kid." Lyf groans. "I don't need a fucking translator to know that you said something completely different."

Janet giggles, giving finger guns as she gets up. "Have fun."

#the mechanisms #the mechs

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folliesandfolderols · 10 months ago

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Writing prompts days 16 & 17

From this prompt list. I set a goal of writing at least 150 words per day in 2024, which sounds pretty pathetic but if you take into account the fact that I haven't written any fiction since 2019 it felt like a feasible target. Anyway I've finished the first draft (it topped out at 88k words) and will be unlocking each post as I edit.

read from the beginning here

Day 15 here

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43. "Fuck, look at you right now..."

132. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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He crawled into bed ahead of Damian, who walked across the room before joining him, fussing with the curtains to block out even the most slender ray of light.

"You need shutters like the Manor has," he said, sliding under the covers to join Tim.

Tim nodded, eyelids drooping now that he was prone and warm again. "I know, I just haven't had the time to look for a contractor--" An enormous yawn interrupted his words.

The corners of Damian's mouth tilted up at the sight. "You can't fall asleep. I'm not done with you yet."

Tim threw the covers back and sprawled against his pillows. "I don't wanna fall asleep till you are. Finish what you started, yeah?"

Obediently, Damian slid down his body to coax his cock back to full hardness. It had started paying attention again as soon as they were pressed against one another on the mattress. Tim groaned and arched back, toes curling at the feel of soft lips making their way up and down his most sensitive skin.

Damian sat up long enough to get the bottle of lube from the nightstand and thoroughly coat his fingers. When he lay back down, he nudged Tim's legs a little further apart and settled between them before getting back to work.

Tim gasped as two fingers slid inside him without warning. "Ooh--" Damian pulled back to check his face, and, seemingly reassured by what he saw, crooked his fingers up in search of Tim's prostate. As with most things, he proved to be an annoyingly quick study and found it after a few seconds. Tim thrashed involuntarily, a lightning bolt of arousal arcing up his spine. "Damian--I told you--"

"That this is your orgasm kryptonite, I remember," Damian finished for him. "You need to get to sleep, and we've drawn this out long enough."

Tim gave up on trying to talk and just squeezed his eyes shut. Damian was concentrating most of his oral efforts on the head of his dick while he rubbed Tim’s prostate. The air turned thin in his lungs and he couldn’t seem to get enough. His thighs trembled with the need to come.

"Don't stop," Tim begged, too desperate to care that he sounded pathetic. He held onto one of Damian’s shoulders and grabbed the pillow beside his head with his other hand. "Please, please, oh fuck, you're gonna make me come so hard, I can't--" And then his orgasm slammed into him like a truck and he couldn't do anything but grit his teeth and whine.

Damian swallowed around him till he was spent, then sat up, eyes wide with some emotion Tim was too tired to read. "Can I--"

Muscles gone weak, Tim made a flailing motion that tried to pull him closer and wasn't very successful. "Get up here." Damian lay against him and pushed his face into Tim's neck. Tim couldn't restrain his smile, or the nuzzle he gave to Damian's hair. That horrible melting sensation was making a mess of his chest again. He reached to tilt Damian's face upward, meaning to kiss him, but the sight of his needy expression, swollen mouth, and the little streak of come he hadn't been quite able to catch glistening on his chin made him forget his plans. "Fuck, look at you right now . . ."

Damian's voice had gone so hoarse it sounded like someone else's. "I prefer to look at you." He stripped his cock frantically, knuckles bumping against Tim's thigh on the upstroke. "You're so beautiful when you come, I just want to--"

A sudden bolt of fear lanced cold through Tim at the words, though he couldn't have said why, and he pressed his mouth to Damian's to cut them off at the source. He still tasted like Tim, a fact that made satisfaction purr through his belly and dispel the weird discomfort just as Damian groaned and came, slick and hot, marking Tim’s skin.

day eighteen here

#damitim #tim and damian and 150 prompts #like I know what you want #folliefic #nsft

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dairy-farmer · 2 years ago

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I think crazy a/b/o verse suits brutim very well because.. tim was so loyal to batman at such young age like 13? little timmy is well-educated omega princess, who knows the only proper way to show alpha his admiration is pushing up his skirt and present his pussy.

after their first 'official' patrol as batman and robin, tim shows his admiration towards bruce for the first time. tim expects a pat on his butt or gentle swipe of fingertips on his slit and generous praise of how pretty and adorable his kitty is, which jack does every time tim present himself as a 'thank you daddy'

so he's shocked when bruce's half chubbed cock pushes in right away forcing tim's unprepared kitty split open. this is not a proper way to encourage baby omega! tim screaming 'no alpha! this is inappropirate!', struggles to pull away from bruce, but his grip on tim's hip is bruising, the cock rubbing inside him gets bigger and harder until tim feels like he's gutted, it's just.. just too much of everything.

eventually sobbing, trembling tim gives up and even wet himself into submission when bruce knotted him. but timmy is crying not because he ruined his precious 'princess parts' before marriage, because now his daddy will force bruce to marry tim, an unbloomed omega before the heat. they are gonna eat bruce wayne alive for this!

sushing and soothing tim's limp body, bruce is battering tim's cervix hoping thick, potent alpha cum would knock up this cute thing in 'robin' costume. alfred had to alter it some degree. frilly skirt instead of ugly shorts, shortend cape barely covering his butt, lovely tank top showing off his small breast. tim is such a sweet omega princess who deserves the best. but still.. bruce can see it can be improved by giving him more sheer garments or just, nothing. why cover his beautiful body when bruce loves each and every part of him? imagine how gorgeous tim would look naked, big round belly pregnant his child, all teary eyes and pouting plump lips, whining about his sore and heavy tits which will nurse his child so good.

yes, he knows tim is not bloomed yet, but a man can dream and he just wants to seal the deal before puts a ring on tim's finger.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think i might've written something slightly similar with omegas 'backing up' and presenting their cunts to alphas they like or admire but rarely is the offer ever taken up. it's more of a compliment, the idea of a young omega mimicking fully grown and presented omegas who fuck their mates in proper 'presentation' that being face down and ass up.

and I LOVE THIS DARK A/B/O SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just the concept and idea of tim regularly showing his pussy to his dad, and it being some kind of positive reinforcement for young, unbloomed omegas. and tim's doing it as this sweet, innocent omega thing and bruce!!!takes!!! advantage!!!!!!

pussy is being offered to him so should he not have a right to take it?

tim resisting and sobbing, desperately trying to push him away but bruce is so much taller, so much bigger, so much heavier, so much stronger. he's...an alpha.

a fully presented adult alpha. tim would've never stood a chance.

and tim. slim and small, light, and childish. his pussy just isn't big enough for such a fat, thick cock that's been engineered through evolution to be the most proficient at breeding. bruce's sack is heavy and far, slapping against tim's trembling cunt with every thrust that bruce forces in.

because bruce really has to put some back into fucking an unbloomed omega. omega cunts don't tear, the muscles down there are different from the rest of the body, more elastic, more suited from stretching around a nice fat knot.

so bruce isn't worried about ripping like he would if tim were also an alpha or a beta.

he just needs to force his cock in, ignoring tim's hitched whimpers and pained whines and 'no no nos!'. he doesn't really mean it, no omega really means it. especially young ones with their slutty little cunts that they can't keep their fingers out of like a child picking their nose.

tim is sobbing about it being inappropriate that bruce shouldn't do this, it's wrong, he's going to get in trouble.

the only trouble bruce will be having is getting all the paperwork properly signed and filed when tim turns up pregnant with his pup. bruce's property will be growing inside tim, that makes tim his by right...at least until the child is born. by which point bruce will need to marry him. which will be easy once he shows the courts that tim has already borne a child for him.

tim is sobbing and bruce unly snaps his hips harder. he can't deny the hot coil of arousal at every breathy hitch of tim's breath or every stuttered sob.

bruce has always known he was an alpha who was touched in the head and mating an omega whose womb is not yet awake is definitely driving that point home. nonetheless bruce has a goal.

whether it takes one knotting or several, tim will be full of his child by the time his parents return.

this was the deal tim struck afterall. the agreement to be bruce's, to be everything he needed.

well.... this was what bruce needed.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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intimidating-fettuccine · 4 years ago

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If this has been asked before, please tell me. But scenario, where it's doing a shopping trip with Toby and Tim, but things start to get out hand cause Toby and reader start causing chaos. Thank you, have a wonderful day.

Thank you for blessing me with the chance to write this~

You didn’t specify relationship statuses, so I wrote this very closely platonic but not explicitly romantic.

Tim should have expected this. He should have known that this was going to happen the second the two of you decided to accompany him to the store, but no, he thought, he hoped- that for once, maybe the two of you would be kind to him, that you'd behave yourselves, and that this would be a nice, peaceful little group outing to the store. He should have known better than to hope for things better than this.

It had started off simple, as it normally did, one of you poking jabs at the other, trying to tickle the other but acting as though you hadn't done anything, resulting in Tim turning around and giving you a look that shut both of you up. Then, of course, you began chasing each other around the store, then sneaking food into the other's pockets, and then you decided to buy the Extra Spicy Demon Jerky that was notoriously dangerous for humans to consume, and yet you both ate it. Tim was nearly at his limits and you'd only been there 10 minutes.

"I can't believe the two of you." Tim had sighed, watching the two of you chug the milk cartons he had bought the two of you, his brow creased and his foot tapping.

"We're sorry, Tim. I seriously thought I could take it after I survived the regular spicy one last time." You heaved out, lips swollen from the heat, eyes watering.

"I mean, c-calm on Tim, it's always worth a shot, right?" Toby was coughing, his body facing the consequences of the pain he couldn't feel, and even though he said he was fine Tim had still forced him to chug the milk he knew he needed.

"Worth a shot until the two of you end up burning holes through your stomachs. You should know better than to eat food made for the demons." He chastised the two of you again, before sitting himself between the two of you and leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his head in his palms.

"Seriously... What am I going to do with the two of you?" He sighed into his hands, and you and Toby both shared a look.

"I'm sorry, Tim. I won't do it again." You cooed out to him, rubbing his back before nuzzling into him. He sighed again, although the exhaustion seemed to leave his form, and Toby mirrored your actions.

"Can the two of you behave for the rest of the time we're here?" He questioned you both, and when you both answered 'Yes' he took in a deep breath and nodded, before leaning back to rest on the bench you were seated at.

"I love the two of you dearly, but I swear you'll be the death of me." You and Toby chuckled at that, resting your heads on his shoulders.

"Well, what a great way to g-go out, am I right?" Toby asked after a few moments, causing you to snort, and Tim to let out his familiar frustrated sigh, causing you and Toby to then burst into laughter.

Tim shouldn't have hoped for better from a shopping trip; after all, the two of you were absolutely chaotic when you were together, and you were always getting into trouble. However, he supposed that it was part of your charm, even if he would never admit it to the two of you. He would just have to bring Brian along next time so there was extra supervision.

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spookymultimedia · 3 years ago

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A Summer to Remember Ch4

CW: internalized homophobia

the f slur and queer used as a slur

[Ned Pov]

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of birds early in the morning. It was still dark outside. I looked down at Maude who was spooned into my arms. I recalled the conversation we had last night. As much as I wanted to hide from it, it was clear that I was homosexual. . .a queer. The word queer made me wince for some reason. I was gay, I was a gay man. It made too much sense. I bit my lip suddenly remembering something that happened in my youth. I remembered being in a group of. . . secular non-Christian people. It was the early 70s and no one knew where I was. They didn't have to know. It was simple teen curiosity; there was a desire to explore the world that was kept away from me. Again, I always had an innate curiosity to understand. It's impossible for a person to be perfectly free from sin. It was only human nature to have sinful tendencies. What I'm trying to say is I tried marijuana. It wasn't that bad. I actually felt less stressed than I usually was but let's not focus on that. There was this boy. This boy who was good with the guitar. He had long hair and wore blush from time to time. He called himself bisexual. I remembered how comfortable I had gotten with him one afternoon where we all were hanging out by a river. I remember the smoke and the lesbians who had made love in the shallow water. There were s'mores and homemade tea. By all logic I should have felt scared I was there; I wasn't.

I got up close to him by my own will, I remember. He asked me if I had ever kissed a boy before. I hadn't. He asked if I wanted to. Despite the quiet guilt in my soul I nodded. We kissed and kissed again and again until I got a hang of the rhythm. I liked it. The more I reflected on the memory, I remembered how much I enjoyed it. I stared at the window thinking while watching the warm glow of sunrise touch the curtains. I really am gay aren't I?

I looked down when I felt Maude move and wake up. She stretched her arms and legs and blinked awake. She smiled at me, "Good morning."

"Mornin."

She pressed a small kiss on my cheek and sat up.

"You don't have to do that kind of stuff to me if you're not comfortable."

"Hm? Oh. .I'm sorry it just felt natural I don't know. Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all. . .shouldn't I be uncomfortable?"She shrugged. "It doesn't mean anything inherently romantic to me. . .does that sound silly?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so. .but I get what you mean."

She rubbed her eyes and played with her hair.

"So. . when you said you where gay last night do you mean. .?"

"That I'm a. . . lesbian? Yeah, yeah I think I'm a lesbian. Sounds right."

"That's just lovely Maude."

She frowned, "Is it? I. .thought it wasn't right to be. .-"

I laid there thinking for a minute, "Is it really wrong?"

"I'm not sure. . "

"It's just love. I can't see what's so wrong about it. . . Maude I. .I kissed a boy when I was younger." Why did I suddenly feel ashamed? It was just a kiss. Imagine what my uncle would say. He'd probably call me a f*gg*t or something. What would Reverend Lovejoy say? I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

"Oh? Hm. . . was it nice?"

"Yeah. ." I stared at the wall again.

"Are you going to tell them?"

"Me?"

She nodded.

"I'm not sure. You?"

"I'm too scared."

"I understand." I pet her upper back to comfort her.

[Maude pov]

After breakfast we followed Tim and Helen led us to the Rock climbing area. There was this gigantic wall in front of us. It had multicolored rubber rocks that I adored. It wasn't my first rodeo with rock climbing. I had climbed with Ned plenty of times. I smiled up at them with anticipation. I had on some white tee from a church event and

jean shorts that reached my knees.

"Now this exercise is supposed to encourage teamwork and support in each other. When this world brings you down you need to have someone to encourage you." Helen explained as Timothy put on a harness. Helen looked at me puzzled as I put on one myself.

"What? It's not on backwards is it?"

"Oh, no it's just that. . ." She trailed off looking at my harness. She bit her lip lightly for a second before her concentration quickly returned. "Well I was going to have Ned climbing the wall but that's fine that works. . .Maude, are you sure you can?"

"I've done this many times." I smiled and laughed.

"Oh. Okay." She said a bit surprised.

Was it just me or did she blush? Was she checking me out. . .? No, no it had to be my imagination. I dismissed any other possibility of why she looked at me like that.

Once me and Tim were set up we started our climb. I made a speedy start grabbing onto each rock I saw available. It was fairly easy. I made a mental note of the colors. I loved them. Red pink yellow pink orange red blue green red turquoise. I focused on the rocks and moving.

"You got this Maude!" Ned cheered. I smiled and kept on climbing. I glanced over at Timothy who was only a couple feet from the ground. It seemed I had more upper arm strength than him. I wouldn't have guessed.

"I believe in you Timothy! You're doing great. One at a time." Helen cheered, encouraging him. God bless her, she's so sweet. He nodded and slowly found himself a bit higher. At some point I got stuck.

"Go left, use your legs!" Ned coached. I nodded and did as he advised. Tim had caught up with me before I made my way ahead of him again. Before I knew it I was at the very top.

I sat on the wall and smiled as Ned clapped for me. Helen was clapping too. So cute of her. I stared out at the trees and the shimmering lake as Tim was making the rest of his way up. Do I like Helen? I asked myself. Of course I did, she's been my best friend for years. But, Ned was also mine for longer. Yet, something in her sparkled that hadn't in Ned. Every time I had saw her, things we're better. I felt . .giddy. Oh. . .oh. I do love her. I love her more than anything. My chest had ached. Oh God, I love her.

"I'm so proud of you!" I looked down at Helen who was cheering at her husband who loved her too. She loved him. She loves him, not me. She's straight, I think. It didn't matter anyways. I sighed. Still I couldn't help but smile. I was in love and couldn't do anything about it. I wonder how Ned was coping with this yearning. I then faced the wall and quickly leaped my way down. With gravity and my emotions taking over me I couldn't help but laugh. I landed on the ground giggling. "That was fun." I snorted and covered my mouth blushing. But then she laughed too. "Oh Maude, that's adorable." She put an arm around my shoulder. Oh God I could kiss her right now. She's so close yet so far from reach. So I just stood there blushing and smiling. Tim slowly but surely came down with a bit of a dizzy stumble. Ned was close and caught him. For a moment the two men were arm in arm. Tim smiled bashfully and a tad embarrassed.

"Thanks."

Ned stared at him a moment before helping him stand-up straight. "You did great, Reverend." Neddy said smiling. The poor thing. He must feel the same ache in his soul. He has to.

[Ned pov]

Later that day I found Timothy by the river. He was just sitting there watching it flow. I had to ask. I needed to know what he thought on the matter. Despite everything, I felt in my soul it was right and only natural. But I just needed to know. You always need to know, it'll be death of you, Ned. I sighed and walked up to him before sitting by him on the grass by the sore. "Hi Reverend."

"Ned, we're friends, you can just call me Timothy. Really I insist."

"Of course. Timothy," his name was so intense. Calling him by his name was so tender and intimate it almost felt wrong. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Well, I at least wanted to hear your thoughts on the matter."

"What is it?" He looked at me slightly exhausted. I felt a pang of guilt. He probably wanted a break from being asked things everyday. It had to be exhausting. But I needed to know. I knew it was important.

"What do you think about homosexuality?"

"Hmm. . ." He hummed and looked out on the lake. "Sexual deviance isn't a good thing."

"Deviance?" I felt a bit hurt. Was it really cheating if my wife knew how I felt. I mean, it would be if I kissed a married man. I wanted to kiss a married man. Am I lusting? Is this sin? The homosexuality couldn't be though. "Is it really deviance??"

Tim paused to think again. "Well. Hm. There are some verses-"

"I know, I've heard about them. But I don't think they're talking about homosexuality. It could be just an error. It could be referring to a completely different sin. But if you don't mind my boldness Reverend, I really don't think it's a sin at all."

He nodded slowly, pensive.

"There are verses that have forbidden the consumption of some meats that were unsafe at the time. . .hmm. That's not a sin at all anymore. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding. Prophets are still human after all." He stared at the water. "I suppose homosexuality isn't so bad. Why, it's not bad at all. I mean everyone feels sexuality . . .right?" He looked a bit confused. I wasn't sure why. Was he gay? No. . . was he?

"I believe so."

He stared at the water thinking, I assume. I looked at those hands that tempted me. Guilt was burning me alive.

"Timothy I've been sinning!"

He looked at me startled at my outburst.

"Ned. . Ned, why are you asking me about this? Is. .this why you and Maude are having issues? Are you gay?"

I froze.

"Ned you said it yourself and I agree, I don't think homosexuality is a legit sin."

"No. I mean, no that's not the issue." I felt my eyes water.

"Ned. ."

"I've been lusting after a married man! That's a sin!"

"Ned. . .are you talking about me? Do you like me that way?" His eyes were wide.

"I do." I started to cry.

"Why are you crying?"

I looked at him like he was absurd.

"It's lusting!"

"Eh, well. You're not acting on it. I'm sure the Lord understands your intentions and will forgive them."

I shrugged, "I understand if you're uncomfortable. ."

"Not really. Don't worry about it."

"I just don't want to ruin anything."

"I understand."

"How long have you felt like this?"

"I . .I don't know. Maybe I was born like this."

"Born??" He looked confused.

"Well not literally. I mean. I've just always liked men." I rubbed my arm anxiously. I was still trying to make peace with myself.

Timothy stared at the ground, his eyes furrowed.

"Like them?"

"Yeah. Like I've just always wanted to. . .kiss them and stuff. You know?"

He slowly shook his head looking a bit lost.

"I don't understand."

I suddenly felt sick. Did he think my attraction was that weird?

"It's just the same feeling that you get with women."

He fiddled with his hands. He looked really uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Is it me?"

"No it's not you. You're fine Ned I promise. I'm glad you decided to come to me about this." He closed his eyes and bit at his finger gingerly. I had seen him do this a couple times. It was usually when he got stressed or something. "Does Maude know?"

"Yeah. She took it well."

"Good." He stood up and walked off.

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fairytales-of-yesterday · 5 years ago

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My Lonely Days Are Through

A/N: okay so I finally wrote a fic! this is my first fic in like,, 4 years or so? so be gentle with me I guess lmao

I am pretty content with this though! I'm soft as hell so,,, here we go :)

@gardnerlangway this one's for you, lovely

(no editing we die like men)

A yawn escapes your lips as you stretch out and then curl back up. Tim's heart flutters as he watches you rub your nose, your brows furrowed. You're currently curled up on his couch, fast asleep. It's a typical Friday night for the two of you, one spent together. After meeting Tim when you started working in the museum a few months back, the two of you had built up a routine around each other. You would eat lunch together on your break, stay after hours working and keeping each other company, you would even go grocery shopping together on weekends. Today was no exception to your intertwined schedules. Upon leaving the museum for the day, you had grabbed a late dinner and ended up back at his apartment. You had started the night working, but the stress of the week and your recent lack of sleep had taken its toll, and you dozed off relatively quickly after 2am hit.

The soft light of the television dances colors across your face as Tim looks on in complete adoration. Your eyelashes cast tiny shadows on your cheeks as your chest rises and falls steadily. You had borrowed a shirt and some shorts from him, you both agreeing it would just make sense if you spent the night, and his eyes couldn't help but wander to where the tshirt had ridden up to expose a bit of your stomach. His breath catches in his throat as he finds himself thinking about what it would feel like to hold you there. What it would feel like to just have you close. To run his hands along your soft skin and-

"Okay wow, Tim." He quickly looks back at the bright screen of his laptop in order to rid his mind of these compromising thoughts. But, as his eyes make their way back to you, he runs a hand through his hair and breaths a quiet laugh. "I really do have it bad, don't I?"

He quickly covers his mouth though as he sees you slightly stir, not wanting to wake you. He had seen the effect the last week had had on you, his heart slowly falling more and more as each day you seemed to become a little more quiet, a little less peppy, and a little less yourself. The project you had been working on was one you were very passionate about, but it had become quite the endeavor. Though you had been thrilled to take it on, the universe had not been on your side, with people forgetting to follow through with their promises, paperwork getting mixed up, and even artifacts getting misplaced for a bit due to the lack of a proper cataloging system when the museum first opened. It nearly broke Tim's heart to see you become so unhappy with something that had made you so ecstatic before. He had done all in his power to keep you smiling, with funny stories, bad jokes, and any help he could offer, but you couldn't help still being discouraged. He had even mustered up the courage to give you a little kiss on the forehead as he left your office at one point, and the smile it brought, along with the blush that rose to your cheeks, was definitely worth the ten minutes he spent panicking over whether or not he should even attempt it. Just the memory of your flustered face makes him grin.

A small whine draws him from his thoughts. He looks up to find you rubbing your eyes and slowly pushing yourself to a sitting position. He tries his best to maintain his composure as you sleepily pull down your shirt and run your hand through your hair.

"Good morning," he chuckles quietly. You look at him in sleepy confusion before realizing what happened.

"Oh nooo," you groan, putting your face in your hands. He laughs a little louder this time, scooting over on the couch to bump your shoulder with his. You smile into your palms, your face flushing pink at the contact. He bumps you again, drawing your face away from your hands. Peeking through your fingers, you can see the soft but wide smile on his face.

"Have a nice nap?"

It's teasing, but you can see something resembling concern in his gaze. You just nod in response, running a hand through your hair. "I don't think I've ever seen you fall asleep this fast," he cautiously approaches the subject, "have you slept this week?"

The laugh that escapes you in response only makes his concern grow. He asks again, softer this time, and you look up at him with tired eyes.

"I uh... I think I got ten hours this whole week."

"Ten?"

You wince slightly at his tone, cursing yourself for not adding a few hours to make him feel a bit better.

"But that's like... two hours a night! You've gotten ten hours of sleep this whole week?" You can't tell if it's shock or sadness in his eyes. Maybe both.

"Eleven if you count the nap I just took?" You joke, trying to calm him a little. "Tim, I'm okay I promise, I've been through a lot worse, honest."

"Worse?!"

Okay, so that didn't help. But before you can say anything else to try and defend yourself, he wraps you up in a tight hug. You tense up for a second, taken by surprise, but quickly you melt into him. You don't even realize you've started crying until you hear Tim trying to comfort you.

"I'm- I'm sorry," you hiccup into his shoulder, tears beginning to stain his shirt.

He rubs your back slowly, quietly shushing you, and telling you that it's absolutely okay, and you have nothing to apologize for. You shiver at his touch, burying your face in his neck, breathing him in. You stay like that for a few minutes, you trying to stop your ragged breaths and the tears spilling from your eyes, him rubbing your back, occasionally switching to run his hands through your hair, whispering words of comfort. However, eventually you pull away with a pitiful laugh.

"Sorry about your shirt," you whisper, trying to simultaneously brush your tears off of his shoulder and wipe your eyes.

"Hey, it's completely okay. I know this week has been rough. You have every right to be upset. But, it's over now, okay? Next week'll be better, yeah? I'll make sure it is."

He's relieved to see a watery smile grace your lips. No, that's an understatement. He's almost on the verge of crying himself, never having seen you in this state before. He brings his hands up to cradle your face, wiping the still falling tears with the pads of his thumbs, somehow not noticing the deep shade of red you're turning. With his hands still around your face, he tilts your head so you're looking up at him.

"Now, what do you say I pop some popcorn and you turn on something you like?"

A breathy laugh escapes you and you nod, not really trusting your voice with him this close to you. You can see the masked worry in his features as he smiles, and you mentally kick yourself for stressing him out. But, that thought leaves you as he stands up, giving you a chaste but firm kiss on your forehead. You're eternally grateful that he goes to the kitchen immediately after bc you can't stop the blush that rises to your cheeks.

"Dear god, that boy's gonna kill me," you whisper, wrapping yourself up in one of the blankets that had been resting on the back of the couch.

You start to flip through the channels, eventually landing on a documentary, and you hear a chuckle behind you. You turn to find Tim with a bowl of popcorn in his hand, looking at you in what you could only describe as fond adoration. You flush again, and he laughs fully now, plopping down beside you. You lift the blanket, inviting him in, and he gladly accepts, scooting over close enough to bump knees with you.

You fall into a comfortable silence, both of you enraptured by the bright images on the tv. Every now and then your hands brush when trying to reach for popcorn, and you mentally curse yourself for getting so worked up over cliches, not knowing that Tim was doing the exact same thing.

You're the first to speak.

"Thank you."

It's a quiet whisper, accompanied with a shoulder bump. He bumps you back and gives you a lopsided grin.

"It's the least I could do."

“What?”

“Y/N, you've spent the last few months I've known you being so amazingly kind to me. You bring me food, you save me seats in meetings, you laugh at my jokes, you-”

You cut him off very seriously, “Okay they're good jokes, Tim.”

At that he laughs, breathlessly.

“Not good enough for you to cry in the middle of a meeting! I was trying to be quiet and you almost spit your water everywhere!”

Now you're both laughing, remembering that stupid planet joke and how you just about died of embarrassment, and before you can think or stop yourself, you say it.

“God, I love you.”

It's like all the oxygen leaves the room. Both of you are immediately gasping for breath, as if the air had been knocked out of your lungs. Before you can sputter out an apology, anything to make things go back to how they were before you blurted out what had been your most well-kept secret, Tim manages to get out,

“You… you what?”

His eyes are wide, and you're sure yours are as well. You're in love with him. You're in love with him. You had never even said it to yourself before. It had always just been little sighs, thoughts of him basically all the time, or little whispers to yourself about how bad you've got it. Never an outright, ‘I'm in love with Tim Murphy.’ No, the first time you said it just had to be right to his face.

You start to say ‘sorry, no, wait,” to say, ‘hold on I shouldn't have done that,’ but then you stop. And you look at him. Tim. Tim, with his sweet words and his brilliant mind. Tim, with his adorable laugh and beautiful smile that he had come to trust you with. Tim, with his tight hugs that make you feel safer than almost anywhere else. Tim, with his strong arms and gorgeous face and Jesus Christ his HANDS are just about the hottest things in the world like oh my god the things he could- you've gotten off track. The point is, you don't want to apologize. You don't want to take it back. You love him.

So you say it again.

“I love you.”

And then it's quiet. He looks honestly shell-shocked. You can almost see his gears turning behind his eyes, trying to figure out what to say after that. Immediately, your brain jumps to the worst possible scenario, and you begin to backtrack.

“I'm sorry. Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just- you're so lovely, but you can completely ignore any of this just hap-”

And then he's kissing you. It's a short kiss, just a sweet, small one, but you're out of breath when he pulls away. You open your eyes to see him in a similar state, his face completely flushed. But he quickly finds his voice.

“I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that.”

All you can do is laugh, still trying to remember how to breathe.

“The feeling is mutual.”

He blushes and gives a bashful smile, then hesitates again, opening his mouth, then closing it, once more unable to speak. However, he manages to regain his composure enough to ask,

“Can… can I kiss you again?”

Not even bothering you answer, you close the gap between you. You feel Tim smile against your lips, and you can't help but do the same. You don't know how it happens, but somehow you end up on his lap, straddling him. Your hands are on his chest as your lips move in sync, slowly, but desperately. Passionately. His hands make their way into your hair, and you whimper quietly into his mouth as he gives it a slight tug. Your face heats up immediately, but you just keep going, pretending it didn't happen and hoping he missed it. He definitely heard it though, and you feel him smirk against you.

Shit, that's hot … everything he does is hot.

You roll your hips experimentally to retaliate, still on top of him, and the moan that leaves his lips is one of the most beautiful sounds you ever heard. It goes straight to your core, and you let out a groan yourself. You start to roll your hips once more, desperate to draw that sound from him again, but his hands come up to your waist and stop you. You can see he’s panting, and his hair is all disheveled.

“Okay, as much as I want to do that, and I really wanna do that,” he pauses as you giggle, “you just told me that you got 10 hours of sleep this week. I promise we can continue another time, but right now, you need to sleep.”

You pout, knowing he's got a point.

“Okay, but only since you promised.”

He helps you off his lap, letting you use him as support, and gently guides you to his bedroom. He makes a big, dorky show of tucking you in, making sure you're comfortable, offering to make you a glass of water. Finally, he gives you a soft smile, says a quiet goodnight, and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. Your face immediately flushes, and you whisper a soft goodnight back as he turns to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?"

He turns around, confused.

"The couch?"

You give him a grin, suddenly a bit shy, and wordlessly lift up the covers next to you. He stares at you for a moment, still sporting that confused expression, and then suddenly it's like a lightbulb goes off in his head.

"Oh. OH! You want..?"

You giggle sleepily at how flustered he is. Just a few minutes ago you were about to rip each other's clothes off, and now he's getting stuttery about sleeping in the same bed as you.

"I hope you like to cuddle."

At that, he smiles sheepishly, and nods without a word. You watch as he changes into pjs, his boxers and an old band tshirt, and it takes all your willpower to not start anything again. After turning the lights off, he slides into bed next to you. There's a moment of hesitation, a moment where it seems like he can't quite decide what he wants to do, but then you feel him move closer to you, and suddenly, he's holding you. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and you can feel his smile against your skin. He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, and you turn to press one into his hair. You both sigh, more comfortable and safe than you've ever felt in your life.

"Goodnight, Tim."

"Goodnight."

A beat.

"I love you."

You smile.

"I love you too."

#ohhhh boy here we are #this took way longer than it should have #tim murphy #i love that dumb dino boy im so soft #rowan im sorry this took so long i love you #does anyone read the tags #if anyone ever wants to talk to me about tim pls do im emo #my writing #joe mazzello #shut up née #here's hoping no one's used that picture for a fic before lmao

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and curiosity clipped his wings - ch 3

featuring two brothers, one uncomfortable conversation, and a miracle.

status: first draft, edited

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Raphael offers to pick me up, but I refuse.

I'm quite interested in the experience of taking a taxi, I tell him. Or, as the people here like to call it, a 'cab.'

He tells me not to be an idiot and that he'll be there in ten minutes.

The club seems duller by day. People totter out in hordes, leaning against each other for support and throwing up into flower pots until the bouncer ushers them outside. The bouncer is a tall dark man named Tim. I think I may have kissed him.

I help Tim clean up a bit until Raphael arrives. He smiles and calls me a good egg. I ask him if there's such a thing as a bad egg, and he tilts his head towards the hordes of no longer drunk girls holding each others hair up as they vomit in the corner. I recognize a few of them by face. One of them is wearing my coat.

"Bad eggs," he says, and his muscles ripple as he picks up the pieces of what I think used to be a table. "They ain't ever gonna pay for the damage they caused. Daddy's got them covered."

I tell him I think it's nice to see family supporting each other. He rolls his eyes, but doesn't answer. We work in silence until my phone buzzes and I know Raphael is here.

"Thanks for your help, man," Tim says as I excuse myself. “If you ever come back - drinks' on me."

My stomach churns at the thought of any more alcohol, but his dimples twitch when he smiles at me, so I accept and thank him.

It's cold outside, colder than I'd thought. The wind moves like a thief, creeping under my shirt and blowing goosebumps onto my skin. I don't move. It's a new feeling to me, being cold. I think I like it.

I see Raphael almost immediately. He's the only one driving a coach instead of a car. He's sitting on top of it awkwardly, arms crossed over his blue checkered jacket and with a lime green hat placed backwards on his head. He's light skinned today, and possibly bald - it's hard to tell under the hat. His face doesn't change when he sees me.

"Do people not have carriages anymore?" he asks. I look around at all the grey parked cars, and shake my head. Raphael’s long forgotten what it means for times to change.

"But it does make yours more unique.”

He sighs, and taps his fingers against his leg. I count six. Raphael's long forgotten what it means to seem human.

"Get in," he says, and I do. "And why are you shivering?"

"It's cold," I say shortly. The inside of the coach is just as chilly as the outside of it, and with a smell like a couch left in the rain to dry. There's a long, deep crack that splits the window in two. I run my finger across it, and a piece of my skin gets caught. I bleed.

"Cold," Raphael muses at the front of the coach. "He's cold. Where's your coat, Hector?"

I tell him the truth. I think I can lie now, no bonds of Heaven keeping my tongue in check, but I can't bring myself to do so yet. It feels like a step only a coward would take.

Raphael's silence is all I need to know he doesn't believe me.

I sink into my seat. It feels like no one has sat in it in centuries. On my finger, red drops are beginning to swell.

"You're acting like a child," Raphael finally says. "You know that?"

I suck on my finger. "I don't think children are allowed in clubs."

"Hector."

"Or thrown out of their homes."

"Hector."

I fall silent. My heartbeat sounds all too loud in my ears - a stone thudding against my chest. Still, I listen to it for a moment. Of all the things I've gained in my fall, a heartbeat is by far my favorite. It's like a song meant for my ears and my ears alone.

"I'm sorry.”

And what constitutes a lie, really? Does it have to be blatant fiction in place of fact? Or can it creep up on me slowly, words that are true on their own but hold no meaning when I speak them? Will humanity make me a liar when I'm not looking?

The thought scares me. I fall silent again, and hope my words die with me.

Raphael is asking me something. I tune it out, and he soon gives up. The carriage lurches to a start, and with it, my thoughts.

"Do you even know this boy?" Raphael finally asks. I shrug and rub at my finger. It's still bleeding a bit. I wonder if blood is supposed to be this red.

"In a sense."

"What sense?"

I grin. "A biblical one."

Raphael groans. He's not my brother anymore, not technically, but I know him well - our bond goes deeper than feathers and blood. And I know he's disgusted by such talk.

He doesn't say anything for a bit, and I look out the window. We're going fast, faster than we should be. Faster than I think coaches are supposed to go. I warn Raphael, but he ignores me. Our speed continues to build, like building blocks being stacked on top of each other to form a teetering tower, and next thing I know we're flying, Raphael recklessly weaving us through cars and bikes and motorcycles - I hear a scream, and wonder if we hit someone, but then realise my throat is trembling and the scream is just my own.

We keep going like this until our surroundings are a blur and my skin is peeling off like wax. We keep going like this until the stone in my chest that is my heartbeat explodes and the carriage lurches to a halt and Raphael tells me we're here.

I can't breathe.

Raphael gets off and opens the door for me. He has seven fingers now. Although that might just be me being too dizzy to count right.

“Get out,” he says, and I do. The ground swims under my feet. I've never liked swimming. “Have you already forgotten what miracles feel like?”

“Miracles depend on the person,” I say. My stomach turns itself inside out with each word I speak, and I pause, letting it settle. “I forgot what yours felt like.”

He smiles. He shines. “I think you mean depend on the angel.”

“Whatever,” I say. I heard a girl say it to her mother drunkenly on the phone once. It calms the bile I feel rising to my lips.

Raphael shrugs, and with a leap too graceful to be human returns to his seat on the coach. The horse harnessed in front of him looks the way I feel. Bones line her skin like coat hangers.

“Please let me know if you need anything else,” Raphael tells me. “Don't be too stubborn to reach out.”

“You called me a child.”

“Because you were being stubborn by not contacting me. You're really only proving my point.”

He lifts a hand, and the horse breaks into a slow, strenuous trot. Her hooves clop against the unevenly paved road like cups. I still feel a little sick watching them go.

“Good luck,” Raphael says as the horse pulls him and his outdated vehicle away. “I trust you know what you're doing.”

I wordlessly nod.

I want him to know I hear the warning in his words, no matter how well he lines it - that he trusts I know what I'm doing. If anything goes wrong with my plan, I haven't just let him down. I've lost his trust.

I want him to know I don't think I like how he's treating me, like I just tripped and lost my wings and should be pitied and helped along.

I want him to know that I'm a thousand years old, not a hundred, and I can take care of myself. I want him to know that at the end of the day, and at the start of eternity, I know I'll be just fine.

But by now he's too far, and really? I'm not sure if that last one is true.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #religion #fallen angels #original writing #faithcore #urban fantasy #lgbt fantasy #ya fantasy #and curiosity clipped his wings #hector #archangel raphael #she writes #and in other news: ya girl is alive and killing it!#whew this took a while to post #sorry about that #summer should not be kicking my ass yet here we are

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