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callme-holly · 3 months

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YES ANOTHER PLATONIC WRITER WOOHOO could we get smth with Dallas and sibling!reader after sibling gets jumped?

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i actually really like this one which is a first for me. to those who have sent in requests, i am working on them I swear!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - talk of getting jumped, slight injury detail (not graphic), mild swearing

Your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin, either with rainwater or blood; you’re not too sure which. You’re drenched to the bone and shivering, your hair hanging limply around your face in wet strands as you stand awkwardly outside of Buck's Thunderbird, the car parked carelessly against the curb.

The window of the car rolls down slowly, revealing a very tired-looking Dallas. His brow furrows as he stares at you with what can only be described as a look of pure frustration and perhaps a hint of concern. You try not to wince at the sight as you shuffle nervously, listening to the long, drawn- out sigh that escapes him upon looking at you.

“Just get in, damn it.” His voice is rough, leaving no room for argument as you limp around to the passenger’s side, your wet sneakers slipping on the slick surface of the pavement as you go. It's warmer inside the vehicle, although not by much, as you slip into the seat next to your brother, letting out a quiet breath of relief as the door shuts behind you. You feel his eyes boring holes through your back and grimace as he continues to stare intently at you.

“You alright?” He asks eventually, his eyebrows knitting together with concern.

“Yeah.” The word feels hollow to your own ears, and you pull up the collar of your shirt in an attempt to hide the cut across your throat. Your ribs ache, and your knuckles are split. They should have known you wouldn't go down without a fight.

Dallas lets out another sigh before reaching over and grabbing a spare jacket from behind the backseat, thrusting it towards your chest. “Here, take this.” His tone is sharp. “You’ll freeze to death before we even get back.”

You take the proffered object without comment, slipping it over your shoulders and quickly tugging it close. The rough material is dry and smells strongly of smoke, but then again almost everything that you and your brother own does. It's nothing new.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die unspoken. Your brother turns to gaze out at the empty road, his jaw set.

“What the hell were you thinkin’? Walkin’ out here alone.” His voice shakes slightly. “It ain’t safe, you know that.” His grip on the steering wheel tightens, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“I didn’t think they’d follow me all the way out here.” You mumble defensively, knowing full well how ridiculous the statement sounded. Of course they'd followed you; why wouldn't they? You'd insulted them in front of everyone at the drive-in, made them the laughing stock of the evening, and then you had walked right back out onto the streets alone and unprotected.

Dallas glares out the window, his eyes unfocused and dark.

“They could’ve killed you.” He states his tone flat as he turns his head just enough so that his eyes meet yours. “Do you realise that? They would have finished you off right then and there.” You don’t respond, and he doesn’t look away. You can sense the raw emotion behind his words: fear, anger, and guilt, all mixed together into one unending wave.

“They would've killed you,” he repeats, quieter than before. “Did you really think they weren't gonna come after you?”

“I thought I could deal with them myself,” you say softly. Your hands clutch tighter at the fabric of the jacket. You feel so small and helpless under his scrutiny. “There weren't that many of them to begin with.” You trail off lamely, feeling tears prick at your eyes despite your attempts to hold them back. “I’m sorry…”

“Don't fucking apologize!” Dallas yells, slamming his hand on the dashboard and startling you. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair and rubbing his temple in agitation. “Sorry,” he mutters in a low voice, “It just—fuck. I’m sorry, okay?” He looks over, and when his gaze locks with yours, his expression softens fractionally. There's a relatively large cut across your cheek; blood is still staining your skin; and there's a nasty bruise blossoming across your left eye, courtesy of an elbow to the face.

“They really did a number on ya, huh.” Dallas sighs and reaches over to turn your head, inspecting the damage.

You hum, a small smile playing at your lips as your gaze flicks towards the dashboard of the car, watching the wipers scrape steadily along the glass. “Shoulda seen what I did to them.”

Dallas scoffs and pulls back, starting the car.

“Oh, I bet you really put 'em to shame.” He pulls away from the curb, shooting a quick glance in your direction and frowning. “Hey, put your damn seatbelt on, man.”

You roll your eyes. “Jeez, calm down, ma,” you mumble under your breath as you snap the belt in place, ignoring the way the motion jostles your sore shoulder.

The radio crackles quietly, and you reach for the handle, twisting the dial until you find some decent music. The sound fills the silence, and you relax into the leather seat as Dallas starts down the street, albeit a little faster than the speed limit probably allows.

“So…” Dallas drawls, drumming his fingers idly on the steering wheel. “Why'd they jump you?”

You shrug, staring listlessly out of the window. “Dunno. They pissed me off, and I said some shit.”

“Some shit,” he echoes mockingly, smirking. “What else did you do?”

“What?” You frown and glance over at him questioningly.

“What else did you do, kid. I know for a fact you didn't just mouth 'em off.” The corners of his mouth quirk into a smirk.

You hesitate, biting your lip before answering, “I threw my drink at one of them.”

Dallas nods, seemingly unfazed by your behaviour, the smile not leaving his lips. “And?”

“...and then I punched him.” You look down, kicking your feet absently as you continue to speak. “He deserved it though.”

“I don't doubt it.” Dallas says gruffly, his expression growing sombre. It seems he has something else he wants to say—something he hasn't quite managed to put into words yet.

After a moment's hesitation, he clears his throat.

“I'm, uh, glad you're alright.” He pauses, clearing his throat again and glancing hesitantly over at you. “I don't know what I would've done if they'd...” He trails off, not bothering to finish his sentence. The implication is clear: if they had killed you, he would be lost. “You're all I've got left, man.” The words seem to choke him, and he coughs roughly to hide the bubbling emotions. He looks away suddenly, focusing solely on driving.

You swallow thickly, feeling the pain of your bruised ribs flare anew, and the cold seeps in through your clothes once more, causing you to shiver slightly.

“I know…” The guilt in your tone is unmistakable, and you have no doubt that the second you're in the safety of the Curtis House and taken care of, your brother will go and pick a fight with the guys who'd jumped you. And even though the prospect isn't appealing, you can't change him; that's just how he is. But you wouldn't want him to change anyway, you suppose, because then he wouldn’t be Dallas Winston. You don't want to think about him fighting anyone or the trouble he might get into because of it; it's enough to know he's alive. And so are you.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #dally winston #dallas winston #johnny cade #darrel curtis #two bit mathews #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle

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alexa-fika · 4 months

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Midnight Rascals (Sanji x child!reader)

A/N- Another one inspired by @me-writes-prompts, specifically from this post here, same as last time, I loosely based it on it as most of the prompt was change but it was still totally inspired by it. Who better to take this on than our Casanova chef?

Prompt: OTP comes home to their children playing with flour all over the floor and they can't help but coo at them, even though they'll have to clean the whole house twice.

Dividers by @/saradika

Sanji had woken up, his keen senses alerted by the familiar sound of someone having sneaked into the kitchen; knowing the avaricious appetite of his captain and how dangerous it would be to let the man be the cook stormed into the kitchen,

“Luffy, I swear,” he growls, only to stop at the shear mess that now lay in his kitchen, the whole place covered in white, his head snapping to one of the counters where he heard movement from

“Luffy, you better pray to every deity out there because when im done with the crew will be having a full-course meal on your body!”

“What the hell did you do to my kitchen?!” Sanji’s fury grew as he noticed every piece of equipment was covered with the same dusty white substance. Storming towards the counter only to stop short as in front of him lay not his captain but his young sibling thrown on the floor, writing and drawing messily on what he now identified as flour

Sanji stared blankly for a second, trying to register what his eyes were seeing

“W-what are you doing?!” He finally found the capacity to talk, staring at his sibling with disbelief as they lay there with their tongue sticking out in a state of concentrated effort, writing indecipherable words.

Their sibling shrieked, taking one look at their brother and the shocked look plastered on their face and shooting up and trying to make a run for it

Sanji immediately ran forward to grab the child who was attempting to escape, trying to hold back his laughter, his hands surrounding the small frame

“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going? I think you have lots to explain,” he said, holding the small child up with a curly browed arched as he waited for an explanation

“Why is there flour all over my kitchen?”

“It just fell…”

“Oh? It just fell, did it?”His eyes quickly once again surveyed the scale of the disaster caused by a bag of flour ‘falling,’ and with his youngest sibling covered in flour, it was apparent who was the cause of this catastrophe

“Yeah!”

“Oh, you mean those random piles of flour all around the floor, and the fact that every single piece of equipment in the kitchen is covered in flour, and even you’re covered head to toe in flour, and that you were literally writing with flour on the kitchen floor…It just fell, is that right?”

“Yeah?” They replied, giggling nervously, a little bit more hesitant than their previous answer

“Oh, you think being cute and giggling will get you out of trouble?”

Sanji smirked at his little sibling

“I promise you that’s not going to work this time.”

“ I love you, brother Sanji!”

“Convenient you wanting to share that when you’re caught red-handed. Do you think saying that is going to get you out of trouble?”

“Yep”

“Have a little bit of shame to at least deny it,” he mutters as he rolls his eyes, putting the child on the ground

“Good try, go get a rag; you have lots to clean up.”

“Awww!”

“Don’t you ‘Aww’ me, Start brooming and dusting the place,” he said, amused at his sibling's antics.

“But I was practicing writing!”

“You were practicing writing on the kitchen floor? With flour? Are you a baker now? Get cleaning”

They pout, grabbing a small child-size broom and starting to sweep the mess they had created

“Put that lip back, you rascal. I raised you, and I know your tricks; they won’t work on me like they do the rest of the crew,” he said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling and exhaling a thin wisp of smoke

What we thinking? I was working on another part for crocodile pigeon!reader among some other ideas but I had to get hall something wholesome and we haven’t heard of our resident cook in a while

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x child!reader #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #sanji x child!reader #straw hat sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #op sanji #with: sanji

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sinner-sunflower · 2 months

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 11/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

I'm sorry if this feels a bit fast-paced but I am not writing 1 month's worth of Luci's journey on Earth alksjdlas

Everything is tying up very nicely.

The ending is already being written and this chapter has a lot of clues on what will happen next.

To any ARTISTS or WRITERS who want to make something based on this AU, you have my full permission! All I ask is I want to read/see it!

Your reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated.

And feel free to chat with me if you have any theories or AUs or this AU of your own!

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The thing about being immortal and whose existence started since the beginning of well- everything- is that it is literally just a concept.

Centuries feel like minutes. Days into seconds. Seconds into basically nothing.

Hell, the only reason why Lucifer knew 7 years had passed since Lilith left was because he was counting. He wanted to be reminded of the pain of losing the first person he ever loved.

Call him a bad father but he genuinely doesn't know how long since he has seen Charlie.

He knows it's been a while but he didn't realize just how much longer it was. He missed out on so many years of his daughter's life because he couldn't stop being fucking sad.

Charlie probably has something to say about that mentality but he can't help it.

So when Lucifer takes a whole month of scouring Earth before he finds what he's looking for, he curses himself.

Didn't he just arrive on Earth a few hours ago? Now that he thinks about it, following that wild duck chase (it's goose, dear) should've been a dead giveaway that he was taking too long.

He should've known seeing the sun and moon appearing at that many intervals meant days were flying by.

It's not entirely his fault. Pride's days and nights are basically the same- plus it's not like he needs sleep. It was bound to fuck up his body clock.

Judging by how there are no effects in the human world yet, they're still probably keeping the Roo situation at bay. He's grateful for his siblings but it only makes him move more urgently.

Lucifer arrives at a grassy field on a hill in the middle of nowhere.

It was warm, but the wind is making sure the skin doesn't burn by the sun's rays. He looks around and spots a woman-like figure under the shade of the line tree- her short hair dancing with the wind.

Lucifer walks loudly to her but she doesn't acknowledge his presence. Only when he is standing in her line of sight does she react.

Unknown: Hello, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Goodie.

The Good of Humanity. The being he unintentionally corrupted by his actions.

Goodie: To what do I owe the pleasure.

Lucifer: I need your help. It's about your sister.

Goodie: Hmm? Well then. Come sit. It appears we have a lot to talk about ~

Lucifer sits and takes a deep breath.

Lucifer: Roo- Roo is breaking out. It's only a matter of time before she fully escapes and we are not strong enough to seal her back up again with her stronger state. Hell will-

Goodie stops his rambling by placing a hand on his.

Goodie: Calm now, angel.

Lucifer:… sorry.

Goodie: You say my sister is coming back?

Lucifer: Yes. She's eating her way out of hell and if we don't stop her soon, my people- my family are going to die. I am never above begging so please- help us.

There was a pregnant pause before Goodie spoke up again.

Goodie: I do not have the power you are looking for.

Lucifer: But..

Goodie: But! I never said I would not help.

Lucifer: you'll help Hell?

Goodie: I am the embodiment of good. I can see how much of it someone has inside their heart and right now… your heart is as full as it is pure.

Lucifer: Then how can we-

Goodie: I can lend you something that shall be enough to contain her. But for this to work, I need one thing.

Lucifer: What is it?

Goodie finally meets his eyes. He felt like he was looking at everything he destroyed- the failed project that is humanity.

Goodie: You.

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What to look forward to in Part 12:

Luci comes back to hell with Goodie in tow.

Some conflicts started by the overlords

The Lucifer finally gets involve in the ritual

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idyllic-affections · 10 months

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if i am the wind, fleeting and transient, you are the steady and constant earth upon which i stand.

summary. kaedehara kazuha's older sibling is a geo-aligned mirror of himself.

trigger & content warnings. references to tomo's death and mentions of sensory overload.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, hurt/comfort. kazuha & older sibling!reader, slight beidou x reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader. reader has a geo vision.

author's thoughts. this was an old draft that i decided to finish bc tbh? kazuha >>> lately i'm finishing and posting old drafts? i think it's because i'm realizing that they aren't even half as bad as i originally thought.

imagine being kazuha's geo bearing older sibling.

kaedehara kazuha is, for the most part, a gentle gale. fleeting, transient, evanescent.

kaedehara [name] is his polar opposite—they are the firm earth. lasting, enduring, permanent.

they were easily one of the raiden shogun's most vocal opposers during the vision hunt decree. how dare she treat her people with such lack of care? the people she should have loved? the people that she had once promised a dream to? where was all that love when she decided to cruelly rip her citizens' visions from them in spite of all the terrible effects such force had? where was all that love?

(even after the decree gets repealed, they would still be a little bitter. they're expected to forgive her, just like that? no. their forgiveness is a thing to be earned; hell, they may simply choose to never forgive her, and after all the pain she caused them and their brother? it would be justified. they do not care if she is an archon.)

"eternity is not complacency in a stasis-like state," they once told kazuha, "but rather, it is the endurance of a legacy for centuries to come. that is eternity."

they stayed back in inazuma, holding off the shogunate while kazuha ran away after tomo's death.

he cried when he had to part from them, but at their command, he ultimately did obey. as much as it hurt him to abandon them, not knowing if they'd somehow manage to escape on their own, he knew they would hate it if he refused to leave. so he did.

thankfully, the resistance took them in. they stayed with kokomi and gorou the majority of the time, helping them push back against the electro archon's tyranny.

kazuha definitely adores his older sibling!! he will literally never say a single bad thing about them to anyone. never. no slander will come from his lips.

when beidou first got to meet them, she was absolutely overjoyed; she can see where kazuha gets his attitude from! they also thanked her profusely for taking such good care of him when they could not. the two got on very well! kazuha was so happy to see some of his favorite people getting along <3

beidou loves them. genuinely.

she always encourages them to come on the alcor. there is always a place for them with her crew! sometimes they do take her up on her offer and they travel teyvat for a while. once their family affairs are settled, they'll start traveling full-time, occassionally returning to inazuma to visit their friends.

she also gets so excited when she knows they'll be on board—beidou likes exchanging stories with them and just... talking. she loves that.

someone had to teach kazuha how to play music on leaves, you know. it was definitely [name].

kazu and his sibling would compliment one another really well in battle. they'd be able to predict one another's next moves based on muscle twitches, changes in stance... it's like they can read each other's minds! they can't. they just know one another inside and out.

sometimes they'll cup their hands over his ears to protect him in situations where he cannot avoid a storm or similar thing that might hurt his ears. this gesture is greatly appreciated. kazuha does what he can to reciprocate that—if they're overwhelmed or overstimulated? his first priority is to get them somewhere calmer. they protect him in his moments of sensitivity, so it's only fair for him to do the same.

i like to think kazuha and his sibling sit and admire scenery together. maybe they point out shapes in the clouds. maybe they take note of interesting sounds they hear in the bushes. however the two spend their time admiring the world, it is always an enjoyable time.

i also think the two would play in the rain, as long as it isn't too heavy <3 dancing in the rain together, taking walks in the rain together... it'a comforting.

sometimes kazuha will lay his head on their lap as if he were some kind of cat, and he'll just fall asleep. a mid-afternoon nap on his older sibling.

on top of all of that, kazuha speaks his mind to his sibling, and he hopes they'll do the same. he wants them to always be honest about what they're thinking and how they're feeling.

he knows that, as the eldest, they may have had to carry heavy burdens all throughout his childhood, while he got the privilege of existing without a care in the world.

the heavy burdens will be no more.

he is old enough to help shoulder the weight, and help shoulder the weight he will.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #platonic genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #platonic kazuha x reader #platonic genshin #platonic beidou x reader #beidou x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader

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cantwritethetword · 3 months

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Donna, Human, Yes

Fic Descript: During an argument, Donna discovers that the doctor has a rather human weakness. When he insists he's not ticklish, she has to prove him wrong.

~A/N - I RETURN FROM THE DEADDDDDDDDDD

Yes writers blocked kicked my ASS last year (aside from squealing santa, i feel like i did ok with that one hehe) but I'm back with this lil fic.

I watched the Doctor Who specials FINALLY and I cried so many times omfg it was so good to see David Tennant and Catherine Tate back together again being lil chaotic besties through all of time and space, so of course I had to write something for it !!!!

And you are bearing witness to the magic of my adhd meds in action !!! I've been so productive in the last hour it's great !!! (EDIT: didn't write this in an hour, just to be clear. took me a little while but ADHD MEDS WORKED FOR BOTH TIMES YAY)

Just something cute and fluffy af ^^ love you all <3

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @carrie-tate

Masterpost Link

The bond between Donna and The Doctor was certainly one for the ages.

Human words couldn't do justice to the type of bond they had, at least that's what The Doctor claimed in his newer, more openly emotional regeneration. Their love was too strong for just the term of friendship, too close for anything romantically implied, too adoring to be siblings. Even the term soulmates had a particularly selective connotation to it that left a bad taste in The Doctor's mouth.

Nevertheless, it was clear they could hardly live without the other. There was enough love between them to power galaxies, and knowing their history neither would be surprised if it had.

And it was this closeness, this fierce tenderness, that led to discussions such as this. Displays of deep affection half-heartedly disguised behind harsh tones and disgruntled gestures.

"You may be a high and mighty Time Lord, but you're still an idiot." Donna huffed, as the TARDIS finally settled after takeoff.

The Doctor scoffed. "I'll try not to take that to heart, and I thought that escape went quite well!"

"YOU THOUGHT-" Donna stopped herself, breathing deeply to try and contain her shit that was threatening to lose itself. "The only reason we even STARTED to escape was because I PUSHED YOU TO THE EXIT!"

"Well yeahhhh..." The Doctor rolled his head, letting his eyes drift away from his companion's. "But-."

"But NOTHING." Donna interjected. "It's the same thing every time! You start running your mouth and saving the day, and that's wonderful, but you don't know when to stop!"

"Donna I-"

"Let me finish." She snapped, raising a pointed finger towards him and stepping closer.

The Doctor held his hands up in front of him with a gentle nod of the head.

"You drag yourself through hell, running and ranting and... and sonic-ing!"

A small snicker escaped The Doctor, but he straightened his face almost instantly after when her angry look didn't waver.

"You can't control yourself!"

He didn't dare argue.

"I always have to pull. your. arse. out.!" She accentuated each of the last words with a corresponding poke to The Doctor's torso.

And while she expected the pokes to help get her point across, she definitely was not expecting the almost childish giggle that spilled out of his mouth. Or the awkward jerk his body made to cover the ribs she had prodded.

But Donna wasn't stupid. She didn't waste any time in a state of surprise, no she jumped straight to (correct) conclusions.

"Oh no way." She grinned, creeping closer to the now incredibly flustered Time Lord.

"Now Donna," The Doctor began, his mouth twitching upwards in a nervous smile of self-betrayal. "You don't know what this is."

Donna gave a singular breathy chuckle. "Nice try sunshine, but you're not yapping your way out of this one."

"There are countless reasons why... why I would... flinch away from you like that!" He continued rambling.

"I know ticklish when I see it sweetheart." She smiled sweetly, though there was nothing sweet about the predatory glint in her eyes.

"What?!" The Doctor tensed, almost frozen in place at the mention of the word. Though quickly forced himself back into talking his way out of the situation in a faux-calm tone. "Uh, Doctor, Time Lord, no."

She smirked, stepping closer to him.

"Donna," she paused, reveling in just how much she was getting to him. "Human," she paused again, less than a few feet away from him. "Yes."

And then she lunged.

Her hands met his sides and The Doctor curled inwards, his arms tangling themselves in a fruitless effort to push her away.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sounds of Donna's fingertips clawing against the fabric of The Doctor's shirt, before he finally cracked.

Bubbly giggles spluttered out of The Doctor's chest as he folded forwards, allowing Donna to slip behind him and trap him in a bear hug. His knees slowly buckled, and (with no chance at keeping someone his height upright by herself), Donna followed his squirming body to the floor.

"Dohohohonnahaha!" He squeaked between bouts of helpless laughter, but her name was barely comprehensible amongst the childish noises she tickled out of him. "Ihihihi-!... wahahai-!... stahahaha-!..."

She chuckled, rolling her eyes as her hands climbed up into his armpits. "What was that?"

He couldn't reply with anything other than a squeal, writhing for a few seconds before his body finally submitted to the playful torture. He tried to splutter a few words out, but nothing could make its way through the torrent of giggles currently occupying his voice box. THe man had gone practically limp, aside from his hands which were still seized up like a tyrannosaurus rex.

"I never thought I'd see the day..." Donna shook her head in amusement as she skittered her fingernails around his collarbones. "That anyone would render you speechless."

"DOHOHOHON-! WAHAHAI-! IHIHIHI-!"

She laughed again. "Keep trying space man."

"IHIHIHI-! CAHAHAHA-!" He chortled, his hands suddenly free enough to slap themselves to his cheeks to cover his embarrassment.

"Whaaaat~?" She teased, rapidly poking him in one side while squeezing the other.

"IT TIHIHICKLES!" He somehow blurted out, before breaking into cackles as Donna transitioned to dual-hand squeezing. "DONNA PLEHEHEASE!"

It was Donna's turn to cackle, though hers was much shorter and much more controlled of course. "It tickles, does it? I had no idea."

Aside from the odd jolt when Donna hit a particularly sensitive spot, The Doctor had gone practically limp. All that laughter had fully sapped his energy, and he was leaning his back against Donna's chest to keep himself upright.

Taking her chance, Donna once again decided to change her position to further destroy the man. Sliding back from under him (taking care he wouldn't fall back and whack his head on the TARDIS floor - she wasn't that cruel), Donna pulled his arms from covering his face and stretched them above his head.

In his state of ticklish delirium, The Doctor didn't quite notice what was happening. Assuming she had finally taken pity on him, he focused on catching his breath with a stupid grin still stuck to his face.

That was until the moment her shins pinned his arms to the floor.

He locked eyes with her, now fully aware of just how screwed he was. With Donna kneeling above him, she had full access to the armpits she had assaulted with ticklish claws just moments ago.

"Nononono Donna you can't!" He begged, legs kicking wildly with every word. "You'll kill me!"

She shrugged, "You'll regenerate." before putting her typing skills to good use and pitter-pattering her fingertips against his underarms.

The Doctor clamped his mouth closed, thrashing his head to one side with his eyes screwed shut in a soon-to-be vain attempt to not react to the unbearable sensations radiating through his body. But even a mighty Time Lord could only hold out for so long.

After less than ten seconds (which The Doctor would later argue was a rather impressive length of time), he crumbled. The childish, high-pitched giggles returned and he was once again a mess beneath Donna's touch.

"Oh!" Donna gasped, slowing her fingers in response to the Doctor's slightly wheezy breathing. "And if you do regenerate, I'll be the first person ever to tickle two Time Lords!"

Aside from the occasional titter, The Doctor could finally gain control over himself again. He gulped mouthfuls of air as Donna climbed off his arms, and slowly sat up next to her.

"Not-" He panted, still more than a little out of breath.

Donna chuckled. "Take your time."

"Not tw-" His huffing interrupted again. "Not two."

She gave him a quizzical look.

"Even if I-... regenerate... I'm still the same... singular Time Lord." He corrected. "You've only tickled the one, and to be honest it happened a lot back on Gallifrey so you're not particularly sp-"

She barked a singular laugh, cutting him off. "God, you really don't know when to shut up."

His confusion turned to giggly panic when Donna pushed him back to the floor again and sat on top of his hips. "Nononono Donna not agAIN-!"

#crow's tickle fic #doctor who tickle fic #tenth doctor tickle fic #is the ending kind of abrupt? idk please tell me lol #this was a cute fic tho i like it hehehehehe

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thygoddessouijathicc · 7 months

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So I’ve kinda been thinking (COTL post btw I’ll get back on some DSAF stuff soon). Spoilers for post game.

Purgatory is kinda underutilized in fics.

The bishops have spent who knows how long reliving their deaths on repeat and each seems to kinda have different feelings about this judging from their purgatory pre battle dialogue.

Leshy repeats his initial dialogue from the original fight, but at the end seems to have something of a cry for help with “end this” implying he does indeed find the experience to be hellish. It feels like a plea for any kind of mercy, not as blatant as Kallamar sure but just as poignant. Leshy is suffering BADLY, bad enough that he’s begging for an end to it. The fact he repeats the original dialogue too is also interesting because of this. The whole thing feels very… defeated. It makes sense, he’s been here the longest in most playthroughs. He’s accepted he can’t fight his way out and has resigned to fighting, but still begs for freedom.

Heket is seemingly angry about this and seems to be venting her anger through what is currently her only outlet, killing the lamb repeatedly, which she may or may not be finding more success in than the others as she seems to be less damaged implying she’s been dying less than she’s been killing. Time in a hellish purgatory may have in fact strengthened her resolve to fight. Though I’d say it feels like a temporary resolve, something of a desperate grab to take power of this situation, eventually things will change and she’ll end up in a much similar place to the others.

Kallamar’s dialogue is what is to be expected from the so called “scardy squid”, he begs us to stay back and not hurt him. This is probably the most clear cut display of the effects of purgatory being that he’s seemingly just more scared of us and in a lot of pain. Kallamar I find to be interesting because I’m getting the impression that while other siblings MAY be coaxed to deviate from the norm (maybe not Shamura as they seem pretty ok with this), Kallamar seems the most likely. I can see Kallamar trying to escape the lamb rather than confront them, while others may do this for Kal it feels very likely he not only has done this, but has done it a lot, never succeeding and resolving to just beg for mercy. While Leshy isn’t directly talking to the player Kal says “red crown” meaning there’s no greater force or anything he’s begging to, he’s ONLY begging to us.

Shamura’s dialogue here is very interesting. It feels like they are very resolved to their fate of repeating this eternally and not only don’t care to escape it, but see this fate as a deserved punishment. For Narinder, crimes as a bishop, the lamb genocide, or all of the above we can’t quite say, I’d say probably a mix of all. Regardless, Shamura seems to be in a state of acceptance of this being the rest of their eternity. Their dialoge also implies a Sisyphus situation of “drawing semblance of life” from routine in a known situation where everything is the same. I’m not sure I’d say they are CONTENT like this, but they’re definitely accepting and the fact they seem to think they deserve eternal purgatory hell seems to definitely be part of this.

I feel like all 4 reactions are interesting thematically. Leshy’s feelings of defeat, Heket’s struggle for control, Kallamar’s utter terror and desperation, and Shamura’s passive acceptance.

However I don’t see a lot of people talking about this in fact a lot of fics seem to say the bishops don’t even remember purgatory which is interesting in itself but personally I’d definitely touch on the fact they each had their own individual somewhat breakdowns of their character, and the affect this would have on their minds going forward, especially on their views of themselves, the lamb who was somewhat the vessel for their torture and their behaviour in general. Would they gain new responses? Would certain things like specific weapons trigger memories of their time in purgatory? Would they dream about it?

Just so much cool fuckin shit to explore! I might sometime if any of my DSaF followers stuck it out for this you KNOW I love angst.

Anyway this is all speculation give me your own insight if you have any! <:

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FNaF: “The Babysitter” ✔️

William Afton x GN!Reader

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A SFW & NSFW blog - do proceed with hesitation as some material may be too inappropriate depending on your preferences and/or your age

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DISCLAIMER: Slightly suggestive themes, age gap, babysitter x parent, peculiar family dynamics…

The house loomed above you. The upper middle class family of four lived in a three story colonial style home. The brick exterior, dark red shutters and many windows felt like an old money machine, every person inside holding the potential to do something great.

A part of you wondered if William himself grew up here.. but then again - he’s British, if he were to grow up in south-west America, you would surely not expect his type of accent.

Your slightly overheating car sat in the driveway, cooling down after its straining drive over.

You made a mental note to yourself to start taking the bus here..

The cul de sac neighborhood was full of families and children running around, having drinks by their pools, and drawing with chalk on the street. The smell of burgers and hotdogs, the fresh clink of silverware at salad bars, and the laughter of parents who send their kids to play with their friends ring in the air.

Knocking on the door, as always, little [̷͍̗͍̳̜̠̀̍́̋͜͝ṟ̶̨͉͇̩͉͚̣̩̈́̀́͘͜e̶̬̟̝͉͉̍͛͑͘ͅͅḓ̷̗̺̮̠̖̎̀̀́̏̆̈́̅̀ͅä̷͍̜͉́͝c̴͈̜̹͙͍̊͐̉̔ṭ̶̢̨̨̩͓̹̎̔̄̿͒̎̈́̍̕ͅé̴̳̲̅ḑ̵̟͓͊̿̈́́]̵̧̲͉̭̺͈̪̩̫̥̀ opened it. His brown hair slicked back.

The small curl in the front gave him a mini greaser look, it reminded you of old pictures of your dad from his high school years. His eyes were puffy, yet he smiled at the sight of you - either because he liked you, or because this meant his older brother couldn’t torment him anymore for the night. The latter seemed more plausible - while you tried to bond with the kids as their babysitter, they each have their reservations.

As always, Elizabeth was in her room. Drawing her out of her little hobbit hole was never an easy task.

She didn’t like you.

And you didn’t know why.

It was the way her face would scrunch up in some strange expression - something of anger - when she saw you. William, always by your side, would laugh it off and say - ‘Oh, she’s just being bratty, don’t worry about her!’

But you couldn’t help but worry.

Worry, that you were doing something wrong.

Michael, your archenemy, would be there in house, or he’d slip out without your knowledge- always leading you to shakily call his father and state you have no fucking idea where is son went. William didn’t get mad. He never did. He merely told you that Michael was in an “era of rebellion” and often did this. He told you not give him any attention for it.

When he wasn’t trying to make your life a living hell, the 14 year old was often there for authority support. While he could logically babysit his own siblings at his age, his “maturity” and “attitude” prevented him from taking that role of leadership.

Whenever he did run off, William, at the end of the day, would always come home with him in the car and an envelope of cash as payment for your troubles.

Everything was good.

Just perfect.

At least… at least until you noticed. . .

the looks.

They were fleeting.

Rare.

Until, they weren’t.

Until, they became stares,

And glances turned to glares of unknown emotion.

It made your skin crawl. It made your face burn hot, yet your blood run cold. It was half of you being flustered and the other half being terrified.

This feeling of being watched, you not knowing where it came from, it made you feel like prey.

It was a constant battle between being watched and being paranoid that you were being watched - like you couldn’t escape no matter what you did.

It wasn’t until - the Touches, that you finally understood where it was all coming from.

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An icy shoot of cold dread spread from the hand that placed itself so gently on your lower back.

You could breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t speak - all you could do was think about his hands.

William was a man beyond your years. He was a man well into his 40s, the exact age escaping you but you’d have to guess late 40s maybe even early 50s. Either way, he held a sense of … how you say— maturity.

He aged like a wine - the fine lines of his skin making him look, dare one say, better than many men in their 20s. However, this doesn’t necessarily say he’s an attractive man.

He’d been single for ages, possibly since his youngest’s birth. What happened to the mother, you have no idea. The divorce isn’t something he likes to speak of.

While him now; sharp features, a “dad bod”, yet skinny due to his accident. His eyes were dark, a light grey-blue with something deeper within. As if he knew something others didn’t. He walked the streets, among others yet he didn’t blend in. He didn’t belong.

His hair was graying and constantly brushed back, either as a personal preference or as a habit of OCD, his hand brushing back strands of hair when deep in thought.

Either way, whether you found him attractive or not, you flushed. Eyes wide and looking at anything but him.

His hand engulfed the small of your back as he laughed about something that happened that day - a mindless story told with no real ending, something to fill the air and hopefully distract you of the tension brewing between the two of you.

He felt it.

You felt it.

Your sure others did too, or, you were imagining it all.

With a shaky breath, you turned your head away from him and scratched your neck. His laugh faded, a smile on his face and his eyes crinkling in some emotion you couldn’t see.

He came closer, breath hot on your face and neck. His body pressed against your own.

You stared at the carpet at both of your feet. It was suddenly a lot more interesting.

The show on the television drones on, mindless sounds that became the natural background of your moment.

Moment.

How could this be a moment?

Your hand clenched the fabric of your pant leg, ‘He’s old enough to be your father—‘

You bit your lip.

The now side hug was soon abandoned. You were now cold, as he stood and stretched his arms above his head.

“Thanks for coming by, again, Hun.” He smiled and reached a hand out for you to grab.

And you did, his rows of teeth gleaming at you.

You only returned a shaky grin, cheeks red.

He handed you a white envelope and patted your shoulder, “Can you come by again tomorrow, I need some help with something.”

An offer so hidden in plain sight, you found yourself wide eyed and light headed.

Your eyes searched his never flinching face.

“U-uerm- alright, yeah-! Sure, Mr. Afton.”

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Next of this Series:

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Coming Soon! (Maybe 😰)

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#x male y/n #x you #fnaf #william afton #fnaf fanfic #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton x female reader #william afton x male reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x reader #x y/n #all the reader types are because it’s GN reader btw #x gn reader #x gn y/n #William afton x gn reader

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burning-academia-if · 21 days

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How would the ROs comfort an MC who's going through a really difficult time and crying a lot? (definitely not because I'm having a bad go of it lmao)

Rook: Suddenly, it's like he knows everything about you. He shows up with your favorite snacks and drinks. He sets up your living room like a pillow fort, putting your favorite show/movie on the TV. He does everything he can to get your mind off it, while offering to help in any way he can, or to at least be your escape. He sticks by you for as long as you need.

Beck: He knows those feelings better then he'd like to admit. He'll help you with anything. Don't have the strength for chores on your own? He'll help out. Too out of it to eat? He make sure you have things that don't take a lot of energy to prepare and gently remind you if you haven't eaten all day. He'll help you through it, no matter what

Rhea: She's a solutions person, but she isn't going to jump straight to them when you're probably not even in a state to hear it yet. Instead, she'll get you you're favorite drink, and stay by your side, talking about nothing at all. If you need to talk or not, she's there for you.

Zoe: Is unsure what to do, and finally blurts out if you want to go over to their house. The next thing you know, you have Zoe's entire family bundling you in warmth. It's so bright and lively, that it's almost easy to forget everything. Their siblings drag you to play games, and their parents offer the spare room for you to spend the night if you need. Zoe prepares the room and in a way it almost reminds you of your own with how they arranged some of the items. It's like an escape

Lars: He presses his lips together, and if you're in public when he notices you're about to fall apart, he'll bring you somewhere private. One of the music rooms, an empty classroom, hell even his dorm if it's close enough. He lets you hold onto him and cry it out. An arm wraps around you in awkward comfort. He might not say much, but he'll spend the next week checking in, just to see how you're holding up.

???: They'd do anything to take your pain away. To take it into them, drawing out every ounce of stress and sadness. For now, they keep you close, promising you'll get through this. You've gotten through so much before, you'll make it this time. Don't forget. They'll keep close to you for as long as you need, in whatever way you need.

#em answers #ch: rook #ch: beck #ch: rhea #ch: zoe #ch: lars #ch: ???#I hope things get easier anon

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strictlyfavorites · 11 months

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AUDIE MURPHY

Section 46, Grave 366-11

He wanted to join the Marines, but he was too short. The paratroopers wouldn't have him, either. Reluctantly, he settled on the infantry, and ultimately became one of the most decorated heroes of World War II. He was Audie Murphy, the baby-faced Texas farmboy who became an American legend. Murphy grew up on a sharecropper's farm in Hunt County, Texas. After his father deserted the family, he helped raise his 11 brothers and sisters, dropping out of school in the fifth grade to earn money picking cotton. He was 16 years old when his mother died, and he watched as his siblings were doled out to an orphanage or to relatives. Seeking an escape from this difficult life, Murphy enlisted in the Army in 1942 — falsifying his birth certificate so that he appeared to be 18, one year older than he actually was.

Following basic training, Murphy was assigned to the 15th Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division in North Africa. First entering combat in July 1943, during the invasion of Sicily, he proved himself to be a proficient marksman and a highly skilled soldier. He consistently demonstrated how well he understood the techniques of small-unit action. Murphy landed at Salerno, Italy to fight in the Voltuno River campaign, and then at Anzio to be part of the Allied force that fought its way to Rome. Throughout these campaigns, Murphy's skills earned him advancements in rank, because many of his superior officers were being transferred, wounded or killed. After the capture of Rome in June 1944, Murphy earned his first decoration for gallantry.

Shortly thereafter, his unit was withdrawn from Italy to train for Operation Anvil-Dragoon, the invasion of southern France that began on August 15, 1944. During seven weeks of fighting in that successful campaign, Murphy's division suffered 4,500 casualties, and he became one of the most decorated men in his company. But his biggest test was yet to come.

On January 26, 1945, near the village of Holtzwihr in eastern France, Lt. Murphy's forward positions came under fierce attack by the Germans. Against the onslaught of six Panzer tanks and 250 infantrymen, Murphy ordered his men to fall back to better their defenses. Alone, he mounted an abandoned, burning tank destroyer and, with a single machine gun, contested the enemy's advance. Wounded in the leg during the heavy fire, Murphy remained there for nearly an hour, repelling the attack of German soldiers on three sides and single-handedly killing 50 of them. His courageous performance stalled the German advance and allowed him to lead his men in the counterattack which ultimately drove the enemy from Holtzwihr. For this, Murphy was awarded the Medal of Honor, the United States' highest award for gallantry in action.

By the end of World War II, Murphy had become one of the nation's most-decorated soldiers, earning an unparalleled 28 medals (including three from France and one from Belgium). Murphy had been wounded three times during the war. In May 1945, when victory was declared in Europe, he had still not reached his 21st birthday.

Audie Murphy returned to a hero's welcome in the United States. His photograph appeared on the cover of Life magazine, and actor James Cagney persuaded him to embark on an acting career. Still shy and unassuming, Murphy arrived in Hollywood with only his good looks and — by his own account — "no talent." Nevertheless, he went on to make more than 40 films. His first part was just a small one in the 1948 film "Beyond Glory." The following year, he published his wartime memoir, "To Hell and Back," which received positive reviews. In 1955, he portrayed himself in the movie version of the book. Many film critics, however, believe that his best performance was "The Red Badge of Courage," director John Huston's 1951 Civil War epic based on the novel by Stephen Crane.

Murphy retired from acting after 21 years, and subsequently bred race horses and pursued various business ventures. But he struggled financially, due to gambling and unsuccessful investments, and he declared bankruptcy in 1968. Murphy suffered from what is now known as post-traumatic stress disorder, experiencing headaches, depression and nightmares; he once said that he could sleep only with a loaded pistol under his pillow. In 1971, at the age of 46, Murphy died in the crash of a private plane near Roanoke, Virginia.

Audie Murphy is buried in Section 46, just across from the Memorial Amphitheater. A special flagstone walkway has been constructed to accommodate the large number of people who stop to pay their respects to this hero.

Medal of Honor citation:

"2d Lt. Murphy commanded Company B, which was attacked by 6 tanks and waves of infantry. 2d Lt. Murphy ordered his men to withdraw to prepared positions in a woods, while he remained forward at his command post and continued to give fire directions to the artillery by telephone. Behind him, to his right, 1 of our tank destroyers received a direct hit and began to burn. Its crew withdrew to the woods. 2d Lt. Murphy continued to direct artillery fire which killed large numbers of the advancing enemy infantry. With the enemy tanks abreast of his position, 2d Lt. Murphy climbed on the burning tank destroyer, which was in danger of blowing up at any moment, and employed its .50 caliber machinegun against the enemy. He was alone and exposed to German fire from 3 sides, but his deadly fire killed dozens of Germans and caused their infantry attack to waver. The enemy tanks, losing infantry support, began to fall back. For an hour the Germans tried every available weapon to eliminate 2d Lt. Murphy, but he continued to hold his position and wiped out a squad which was trying to creep up unnoticed on his right flank. Germans reached as close as 10 yards, only to be mowed down by his fire. He received a leg wound, but ignored it and continued the single-handed fight until his ammunition was exhausted. He then made his way to his company, refused medical attention, and organized the company in a counterattack which forced the Germans to withdraw. His directing of artillery fire wiped out many of the enemy; he killed or wounded about 50. 2d Lt. Murphy's indomitable courage and his refusal to give an inch of ground saved his company from possible encirclement and destruction, and enabled it to hold the woods which had been the enemy's objective."

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ghouletteanon · 9 months

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Bread Baking

@pyrefection wanted to hear more about domestic ghoul life. So here's 800+ words about Aurora and Phantom baking the sacramental bread for mass for the first time.

This is inspired by "bread liturgy", which involves readings and prayers as well as singing psalms, hymns and antiphons while baking the bread.

Enjoy!

Aurora glares at Mountain, opening her eyes to see the earth ghoul looking way too cheery at half past two in the morning.

Phantom stirs where he is curled up next to her. It's been two weeks since their summoning and they are just as inseparable as when they dragged themselves out of the pits of hell together.

Phantom doesn't speak, but Aurora knows she is voicing both of their thoughts when she groans loudly and stretches, asking "Already?"

"Get dressed and ready to go. I'm coming back in 10 minutes. You'll get tea when we get there."

Aurora feels like her brain is still catching up as she goes through the motions of getting herself presentable. There will be siblings present, and she doesn't want Papa to be disappointed in her.

They're almost out of their allotted time, Phantom helping her pin her hair down beneath a scarf the way he wears one as well when Mountain comes back. He's wearing a loose linen shirt and pants, and unusual for him, close-toed shoes instead of sandals or just bare feet. His long hair is kept off his face in braids. "Perfect. Show me your claws?"

They both pass Mountain's inspection and head off to the massive kitchens. The Abbey corridors are completely empty. Everyone still in their rooms and sleeping before the great celebratory mass that's going to be held later in the morning.

Aurora feels Phantom's tail reaching out to her and she loops them. They're both nervous and still a little bit tired, but Mountain seems completely unbothered by the early hour.

Aurora knows they are getting close to the kitchen when she starts hearing singing. She can't make out the words, they're in Latin, but she does hear a few familiar voices.

Phantom quickly picks up the repetitive melody and starts humming along the melody.

Cirrus welcomes the newcomers and takes over from Mountain. She sits them down on kitchen stools and hands them each a small booklet, already covered in flour, as well as mugs of tea. "Cumulus and Mountain will lead the singing for the first few hours so they'll be busy, so I'll help you two. Cumulus sings the high melodies, Mountain leads the low and you can choose whichever you feel like joining. Or just hum along to both."

The big clock strikes three and Mountain and Cumulus step forward, taking their places at the big baking table. Everyone else stands to the side, silent as Cumulus begins the chanting and calls upon their Unholy Creator to be present. A "Nema" echoes through the group, made up of a few Siblings of Sin and ghouls Aurora has not yet met.

Aurora can't look away from Cumulus. She has seen her perform before, and Aurora knows she can command a stage but seeing her lead a group in a ritual so effortlessly and never stumbling on the complicated blend of Latin and Swedish is something out of this world. Her hair is like a halo, escaping from the braid that goes around her head like a crown. There's something royal to her that is only now evident to Aurora.

Then, Mountain starts singing a solo part, and the same magic spreads over him. He never takes center stage when performing, but now he is singing with his eyes closed, palms open and calling upon the powers of below in a deep, rich baritone that could make an angel fall.

There's some sort of unholy divinity over both her and Mountain as they begin the work of baking the bread for Mass.

Cirrus shows Aurora and Phantom where the chants start in the booklet and helps them settle in. The melodies are simple and repetitive, and Aurora quickly falls into a meditative state as she follows along the words on the page. She loves singing, and singing together with others fills her with joy and belonging. This is not about her and performing for others, this is about everyone in the room working together and serving the whole congregation.

Phantom doesn't sing the words, just hums the melody and moves his lips in a silent nema whenever appropriate.

Then it's just waiting. Singing and waiting for when Cumulus and Mountain step aside for the next pair of siblings to take over making the dough for the bread.

Cumulus and Mountain still lead the singing, from the sides now.

Aurora closes her eyes and leans against the wall. The sounds of voices bounce off the walls, making her feel like she is being embraced from all sides.

Sometime in the early morning hours it's Aurora and Phantom's turn to bake. Neither of them are used to baking, and they forget to sing while they concentrate on forming the dough into round loaves but once their turn is over and they return to their stools Aurora is smiling brightly and proud of the little misshapen loaf that's resting on the table next to the others. Her expression is mirrored in Phantom's, whose smile is all sharp teeth.

#the band ghost fanfiction #aurora ghoulette #phantom ghoul #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #ga writes #unbeta'd

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m0use-brained · 7 months

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my (super)ordinary life!

as some might know its about two college boys renting an apartment together(by chance) and dealing with the ghost of a Victorian boy who was murdered by his nanny. the story follows the protagonist Xavier who is a "realist" and skeptic and doesnt believe in ghosts at all. his roommate on the other hand dallas is a firm believer and a medium. the little Victorian kid Arch whos trying to get the attention of xavier due to him looking so much like his best friend in life falls short in doing so through little antics. The two go through college with unexplainable things happening(well dallas tries to tell xavier its the ghost with xavier not believing him) until xavier has enough of bad things happening and finally folds and lets dallas do whatever he needed. they go through alot to finally talk to arch(buying equipment is hard when your in college) and THEN try to solve the mystery of who killed arch, to let him feel at peace and not restless anymore

Government kids??? no name yet- haeaawdjhnThree kids (17 yr old girl, 14 yr old boy and 10 yr old boy) who are all siblings to this last group of people with magical powers end up loosing their parents due to the new government that was implemented recently. But the world for like more then a hundred years now have passed their reign over magic. now magic is only within their brightly colored hair and eyes(bald ppl dont exist). Along with some people having animalistic qualities and other- fanstay qualities. they are still so very human in the aspects of no one has magical powers but they have some extra points towards things like strength if they were a werewolf or something. (they dont change under a full moon they are stuck in the half furry state). anyways. the three kids end up trying to not get captured by the government running all over the place. they go to highschool for a time, then make friends and go to the friends house. a friend dies. some within family drama happens and the oldest sibling fights with the middle child. the oldest gets captured first. the two other siblings go with their owl caretaker(who barely shows up within the story). the youngest seems not to happy with this and escapes to a village somehow untouched by the government and learn about his herritage(somewhat hes like 10). oldest goes through hell to escape and find the middle child and the youngest. turns out hte owl turned the middle kid into the government and winter finding out oliver isnt with the middle she saves the middle and then says a brisk apology as she is on the hunt to find her baby brother. tension between winter and rodger rise but winter is preoccupied with saving oliver. oliver makes frineds with this young girl and her dad and those two help oliver go into the biggest city to try and find winter and rodger. winter and rodger are one step behind as they get into the village. rodger finds out about their family but winter couldnt care less as she is tiredlessly trying to find oliver. its way to much i know and i left out funny goofy government villans that are clear ripoffs of team rocket but in my own funny way...

Super hero esk story?? idk i called it Switcheroo but thats kinda silly.the protagonist is the top villan's son who goes into the top hero school. (the mom sees how influcened he is to do crime but wants the best life for him. she wants him to choose after also being influenced by what their society deems as noble and good) Zero(protag) dorms with a girl(filing mess up) who is the daughter of number 1 heroic(hero system is different here too) bull's eye. on the news they find out the 3rd heroic on the ranking chart gets kidnapped by zero's mom??? and zero goes to talk with her about it as hes grown attached to the girl he dorms with and saw how upset she'd become. the mom denies it and says this was all a publicity stunt from bull's eye to gain more money and fame. zero says to out them. the mom cant. because no one will ever trust the villains. even if they did what would it do. strike fear into people that even hero's are corrupt and evil will always win? they needed to do something. zero tried to tell the girl but she couldnt believe him. they have a fight. zero ends up trying to do everything in his power to make it up to her. humiliating himself infront of the whole school(but he doesnt care). she accepts his apology and makes sure he isnt injured. he does get in trouble but thats not the point. she hears him out and admits to things shes seen as a kid ever since her parents divorced due to money problems. the premise is they have to take down the two top heroics from inside their ogranization or making them quit by them messing up every save. (prank them so hard they quit). (i dont know the ending yet akjwdnajkw) -

The Moon's craters

a bunch of billionares go to the moon(or a planet that looks like the moon whatever man) and colonize there. hundreds of years pass and the world is sci-fi and dystopian esk?? the poor live in slums and the rich live near the sky!. people who live on the moon have adapted to look different. and the story follows one poor boy on the moon. hes loved the moon but hated the system. classic. so one day he sneaks on a ship that travel's to earth. there he's traversing through earth to see if it was better then the moon. in fact it is not. its more- kingdom esk?? ever since a war that happened long ago.(they still have tech and use alot of it they just enjoy the structural build of kingdoms) protag finds a prince(after getting a job as a servant) and tells him about the moon and stuff. the prince is grossed out but interested in the rich people's fashion sense and taste. he agrees to go with. he litterally just runs away with like a shit ton of money and buys himself a ticket to the moon. goes to the moon they find out theres a war gonna happen cause they cauiught the protag "kidnapping" a prince??? protag is wanted. best friend sidekick doesnt give a fuck????:? so they get a trip to a different planet to escape it all. find out they are super underdeveloped and the moon have been taking that planet's orphans for testing!>?!?>! they rescue one orphan from a new shipment of orphans about to be sent out. (thats all i have so far lmao) -

SpaceBoots

this follows like a ground of people going about space. spaceboots SB(hes got big ass boots), SpaceGloves SG(shes got big ass gloves), Chat(robot guy who talks like zane from lego ninjao but has the brain compacity of a twitch chat), Hat(he wears hats idfk), Shirt(wears beeeeeeg shirt. the hyper cute person of the group). Dress(guy who loves fashion) along with shirt's cat Skrible(very poorly drawn cat who uhm... cat) i forgor most of the plot but like SB uses his mom's ship to do random things through out the galazy and goes on quest. something is wrong with the spaceship i think and they have to get new parts on planets they havent ever been through. they find out more about- the mom and other family i think while getting parts from people who seem to know their parents and shit? aughh i loved their characters so much ajshdakjhwd

#MB writes #story ideas mb

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Ok, so I finished the 'Incinerator' Ending and... I have no words. What in the world did I just witness.

Did this game really just bring back Snake just to kill him again--for real this time too. I guess he went out in a blaze of glory while dragging his sister's murderer down with him but crap, he deserved so much better. Rip the to siblings in this route, this one was brutal. No rip for you, Ace. Rest in ashes instead.

Seven is the man and I apologise for doubting him at any point ever. I was super reluctant to trust him despite the fact that he literally hadn’t done anything and was mostly helpful through this mess, but this made me chuck all that out the window. I've not been having a good record of the characters I give my trust actually being as trustworthy as I wanted them to be, but I think Seven's in the clear. I was so sure at the beginning that he'd be the more selfish character who'd dismiss the more weaker of the cast as burdens due to his superior strength or something, but nah, he's really just a great guy. I'll be rooting for him until stated otherwise.

Ok, where the hell is Santa? At first I thought that we'd find both him and June dead somewhere because the killer from the Sub ending (if that isn't Ace), but we just find her lying in the chapel with no Santa in sight. Why? She's completely unscathed too. So I think we can rule out Santa as a killer because he had a prime victim and didn't take it. I guess there'd be no motive since they can't proceed regardless, but if killing everyone was the goal he could've started with her and he didn't so I'll clear him of suspicion on that one. What I won't clear him of is suspicion in general because why is June just lying here in the open when he was supposed to be with her? Junoei basically checked everywhere and found nobody, so what's up with that?

And where did June's body go? Did Santa nab her while Junpei wasn't paying attention? Did Zero? Who is Zero anyway? Lotus and Seven are together up stairs and everyone else is dead. June was also on death's door while Zero and Junpei were talking. And that's the weirdest part-- they were actually talking.

It wasn't pre-recorded or automatic or anything, he was actually responding to Junpei's words. We aren't the only people in this game: we found 2 corpses of people we haven't met. Who's to say there aren't more that are actually alive? While I'm not entirely sold on the idea that Zero's one of us, if he is, does this mean it's Santa? It can't be Junpei because he's in the chapel, so if anyone it has to be him, right? Zero has started to look like the better person between him and Ace with his letter and we know Santa probably has a motive if his sister was really a part of that game, but I still feel a bit off about it. It feels obvious, like a red-herring. So I'll hesitantly say he's probably not Zero. Take it with a grain of salt tho; when it comes to favs, I tend to be delulu.

So June will die regardless in the end, am I right? She wasn't killed this path but still seemed to be knocking on death's door. I m assuming her illness is actually a lot more worse than she made it seem and it will do her in before she gets the chance to leave this place. That's... actually extremely sad. I really hope we find out more about what's happening with her. Not only because it's important, but because she's also a fav and I actually want to escape with her so bad.

#momento rambles #zero escape #no proof read me tired #seriously it's almost 2 #i'm gonna hit the hay #not polished

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dumdumsun · 2 years

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To Nightfall

A/N: Enjoy!

Warnings: corpses, implications of suicidal thoughts, mentions of blood and death

Word Count: 4649

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Chapter 7: Kugelblitz

The revolving doors spun until Klaus entered the hotel lobby, dressed in a red raincoat. His eyes widened at the sight of the two corpses on the ground, his siblings and some old man standing before them. “Oh, man. Heavens to Betsy… What did you do? Did Viktor go full ‘Carrie’ again?”

“We didn’t do this.” Allison answered, her eyes discreetly motioning to the old man. Viktor stepped closer to him.

“Harlan?”

“Don’t!” Harlan flinched and brought his hands up to his temples. “Don’t come near me, please.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay,” Viktor’s mind raced at the sight of Harlan heavily breathing. “You can… You can talk now. It’s-”

Harlan opened his eyes and held up a hand. “I can do a lot of things now.”

Behind the two, Allison, Diego and Klaus grouped together to quietly talk and watch them. “Who the hell is creepy grandpa?” Klaus asked.

“That’s the kid Viktor saved in Dallas.” Diego answered, the two gasping in realization.

“Oh, yeah, shit.”

“Oh, shit! You’re right!”

“But didn’t he get rid of all the kid’s mojo when he did all ‘that’?” Klaus pretended to spasm, mimicking Harlan when they had last seen him. Allison crossed her arms at his question.

“Yeah, I guess that didn’t stick.”

“What’s he doing here now?”

Diego tilted his head. “Who cares? He saved us from the Sparrows.”

Klaus gaped at the corpses on the ground. “Wow, he did that?”

A little ways away from Jayme and Alphonso, Luther was trying to wake the unconscious Sloane. When she finally did, she winced in pain and sat up with his help. The first sight she set her eyes on was her dead siblings, the side of their faces brutally burnt off. She fearfully gasped and got to her feet.

“It’s alright.” Luther whispered. “Sloane, it’s alright.”

She turned to him with a look of betrayal before fleeing up the stairs. “Sloane!” He called out.

“You got a live one, Luther!” Diego shouted, running after Luther who ran after Sloane. While everyone was distracted, Harlan made his escape up the opposite staircase.

“Harlan, wait!” Viktor called out. When he noticed Allison was going to follow him, he quickly stopped her. “Um… no. Go help Luther.”

“What about you?”

“I can handle it. Go!”

“Okay, okay, okay.”

The two split, leaving Klaus to get a closer look at Jayme and Alphonso, letting out a breath through his nose and shaking his head.

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The Commission was not in the same state either of them had left it. Entering the building, Five and Lila found themselves in an empty, broken version of what used to be a polished interior, now devoid of its loyal workers walking throughout the halls and stairs.

“Holy shit.” Lila gasped. “I was just here. How long was I bloody gone?”

“It seems the grandfather paradox is affecting everything,” Five set the briefcase on the ground and massaged his wrist. “Even places out of time.”

“Is that possible?”

“I stopped tracking what was possible a long time ago.”

Just as he picked up the case, part of the ceiling broke and fell between them. They quickly moved out of the way and let the debris break onto the ground. Five took one look at the ceiling before heading towards the staircase. “We better get moving. I’ll check the Infinite Switchboard.”

“I’ll check Herb’s office. Little cockroach would survive anything.” Lila nodded and began walking around. She quickly turned towards Five, who was making his way up the stairs. “Bye!”

“See ya.”

…..

“Miss you!”

“That’s weird.”

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“That’s him?”

The two (Y/N)s continued to stare at the coffee shop cashier who wiped down his station with a rag. Umbrella (Y/N) noticed some differences from the Anthony she married. This one was skinnier, his face was shaven which made him look younger, and the excitement in his eyes had diminished. But he was also alive, and that was more than enough for her.

“Yup.”

Sparrow (Y/N) whistled. “Oh, (Y/N), you have got some taste.”

“You think he’s attractive?”

“Um… yes! How did I not get to him sooner?”

Umbrella (Y/N) looked up at herself and smiled softly. “I’m introducing you two,” She grabbed a hold of her wrist and walked to the door of the shop. “Right now.”

“(Y/N), (Y/N). Wait, wait, wait.” She stopped her little self and nervously looked around. “What do I say to him? I mean, you got this guy to fall in love with you, but I’m not you. I’ve never had a- a boyfriend or any kind of romance in my life. I hardly even talk to my siblings on a daily basis!”

“(Y/N), you’ll be okay,” She held her hand and opened the door, ice cream cones forgotten. “I’ll be your wingman. You’ve got this.”

The two approached the counter, Anthony smiling at them. Umbrella (Y/N)’s heart warmed at the smile. She’s missed it. “Welcome in, ladies. How can I help you?”

Umbrella (Y/N) returned the smile, fighting back the tears building up in her eyes. “Hi,” She grinned. “U-Uh… m-my name is Star and this… is my older sister, (Y/N).”

Sparrow (Y/N) waved and awkwardly leaned against the counter. “Hey.”

“O-Oh, I know (Y/N) Hargreeves. It’s an honor, really.”

She smirked at his adoration for her. “I like your, uh… nametag,” She pointed at his name laminated on his chest. “‘Anthony’. Nice name. Biblical. Means ‘worthy of praise’.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes at her. “Th- Thank you… U-Uh, so what brings you to this little coffee shop?”

“Uh…” She glanced at her “sister” before looking back at him. “Coffee?”

“O-Of course, of course!” He nervously chuckled. “I just mean that, uh… I’ve been working here for five years and I’ve never seen you in here. Or any member of the Sparrow Academy, for that matter.”

Umbrella (Y/N) frowned in confusion. “You’ve been here for five years?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Oh, but… Wait, you don’t have a business?”

“No,” He slowly shook his head. “I mean, I would’ve had one, but I dropped out of college and my dad didn’t like that. So, uh… no financial assistance.”

She blinked in shock. The Anthony she knew had met her in college, where they encouraged each other to follow their dreams. She as an author and Anthony working at his father’s side in their shared business. It was something he had wanted since he was young. He had always looked up to his father and wanted to follow in his footsteps. To know that he had given up on a life-long dream made no sense at all to her. It was nothing like him to give up.

Sparrow (Y/N) hummed. “Interesting. I stole my father’s finances.”

Anthony cleared his throat awkwardly. “O-Oh.”

“Y-You seem like the businessman type,” Umbrella (Y/N) started. “What made you change your mind?”

He puffed out some air and seemed to hesitate before answering. “Schoolwork and late nights at work kept me away from my girlfriend. She thought that dropping out would, uh… make me more available. And hey, she’s got a point. We spend so much time together now.”

The (Y/N)s stared at him, unknowing of what to say.

“You have a girlfriend?” Sparrow (Y/N) deflated.

Anthony widened his eyes. “Oh… Was this- Was this a setup? Were we being set up just now?”

“Yeah, it started off that way.” She sighed. “But you have a girlfriend, so… boo.”

Umbrella (Y/N) stared at her former husband in pity. Now she understood where the light in his eyes went. It was burned out by his girlfriend who discouraged him from everything he wanted to do. He was living a life he didn’t even want.

“Are you… happy, Anthony?”

He looked over at her and shrugged. “I mean, yeah. You know, I love her and whatever she wants, I want. It’s whatever.”

It didn’t sound like it was “whatever”.

Sparrow (Y/N) leaned forward to inspect Anthony closer. “You know, Anthony Petrov, we have a lot in common.”

“H-How did you know my-”

“You see, I can never stand up for myself when it comes to my asshole family, and you surely can’t stand up for yourself in front of your unbelievably inconsiderate girlfriend-”

“(Y/N)!” The young girl beside her hissed.

“We are both pathetic pushovers,” She hummed and clicked her tongue. “We never would’ve worked out.”

And with that, she turned and walked out of the coffee shop. Umbrella (Y/N) stared at Anthony in shock, the man blinking rapidly as he stared down at the counter. “I-I’m sorry about her. She doesn’t really have a filter.” She whispered, gently placing a hand on his. Anthony looked up at her with tired eyes. “I wish the best for you, Anthony. Really. You deserve everything the world has to offer you. I hope you take some of those offers.”

She patted his hand before joining her older self outside. Sparrow (Y/N) looked at her before continuing their walk. “(Y/N), that man was so sad. That’s who you married in your timeline?”

“He wasn’t like that in my timeline. He was actually so much happier. Anthony never gave up on anything. I hope he sorts himself out.”

“I guess he needed you to show him what he’s missing.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

She suddenly remembered another piece of her story that Sparrow (Y/N) was missing. A crucial part for the start of her life outside the Academy. Her real life that she started herself. With a small smile, she turned to her older self.

“We should go see someone else. Someone I think you’d be glad to meet.”

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After being scared nearly to death by the man emerging from the showers, Luther was still on his quest to find Sloane, who was somewhere within the hotel. He had seen her run into the spa, but now she was nowhere to be seen.

Then he began to lift into the air, a force squeezing his body painfully. He grunted as his body was slowly turned around to be met with the very woman he was looking for, holding her side in pain with her hand stretched out to him. “Sloane… What are you doing?”

“Did you set me up?” She tearfully hissed.

“No,” He strained. “I would never do that.”

Diego suddenly came up behind her, holding her in place and pressing a knife to her throat. “I would. Drop him.”

Face twitching, Sloane swiped her arm down, Luther landing on his feet with deep breaths.

“You good?”

“I’m good,” Luther nodded. “Diego, it’s okay. You can let her go now.”

Diego frowned. “What? Are you kidding me?”

“I said let her go. She’s hurt.”

“She is the enemy.”

“If you hurt her, I will bury you.”

“You gonna bury me, too, Luther?” Allison’s voice sounded beside him. He quickly snapped his head to her, unaware that she had entered the room at all.

“Just… Just let me talk to her. Okay? Please.”

“Trust me,” Allison looked at the sobbing Sloane, no sympathy in her tone. “She’s gonna talk.”

Outside the hotel, Harlan ran through the doors, grateful to be out of that suffocating environment. Everyone was too much for him. They all remembered him, they all saw him kill those Sparrows. Even Viktor.

He groaned at the incessant ringing in his ears. It didn’t grow or fade, but the stagnant pain in his head was driving him insane. He focused all his energy on it, calming himself until the feedback stopped. From behind him, he heard footsteps until they stopped with heavy breaths.

“You haven’t aged.” He spoke, not even turning around.

“It’s… It’s only been three days for me.” Viktor answered. “How did you find me?”

Harlan turned to him. “Ever since that day at the lake. We’re connected. I can feel you, people like you…” He referred to the sixties when he had drowned in a lake as a boy, Viktor reviving him on the shore. “Like us.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Vibrations. Like a… tuning fork in my head. Louder and louder, the closer one of you gets. I can put it out if I focus, but… sometimes I slip.”

“Is that what happened downstairs?”

Harlan’s shoulders slumped before he walked over to an empty luggage cart. “There’s no hope for me.” He mumbled and sat down, sadly looking up at Viktor. “I’m… not special like you. I wasn’t made for this… power. I can’t control it.”

Viktor didn’t mean for any of this to happen. He cared for Harlan, he loved him. He had felt complete and total anguish when he died in that lake as a boy. Viktor only wanted to save him. He didn’t mean to put him through years of pain and misery. He had to fix this, it was the least he could do for Harlan.

“I’m here now, okay?” He promised. “I’m gonna make this right.”

“How?”

Within the spa, Diego and Allison sat on the edge of one of the tubs, Sloane standing against the wall across from them. She hadn’t spoken a word since Diego let her go and Allison was beginning to lose her patience, growing sick of the Sparrow Academy.

“I heard a rumor…”

“Whoa, Allison, hey.” Luther rushed from beside her.

“...you’re gonna tell me the truth.”

“Let her do her thing, man.” Diego told his brother.

Sloane’s eyes turned an empty white, indicating that she was now under Allison’s spell. “Where’s the briefcase?” Allison asked with a clenched jaw. Sloane kept her mouth shut, fighting against it. “Tell me. Where is it?”

She didn’t answer, whimpering as the truth tried to claw its way out of her mouth. Allison stood, a dangerous look in her eye.

“Where the hell… is it?”

Eventually, Sloane lost the fight. “I don’t know!”

“Allison!” Luther cried out.

“We left it in your house, and it is our only way out of this!” She inched her face closer to her. “Where… is it!!!”

Sloane quivered and shook at the hold Allison had on her mind, her nose beginning to leak with blood as she continued to fight against her power. Despite this, Allison didn’t even ease up on her until Luther physically pulled her away.

“That’s enough!”

Sloane gasped and fell to the ground as Diego shook his head and put his knife away. “You better ask yourself which side you on, bro.”

“Would you just get the hell out of here?” Luther helped up Sloane.

“Gonna tell me what to do?”

“All of you, just get out!” Allison hollered, pointing at Luther. “She doesn’t leave your sight. Do you understand? This isn’t over.”

Silently, the three left the room. Once she was alone, Allison leaned against one of the sinks, desperately trying to calm herself. “Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.” She sighed, her eyes moving up to the mirror.

Allison knew that she couldn’t continue on like this. She knew the person she was becoming and she was partially afraid of it. She nearly killed Sloane and ultimately got nowhere with it. If she could only eliminate this anger, this pain…

“I heard a rumor…” She groaned at the tight hold she had on her own mind. It was different, knowing that she had control over herself, but at the same time, she was losing herself. “...that you were…” She cried out in pain. “...happy.”

With a scream, she sent her fist through the mirror, the glass shattering and some pieces falling into the sink. When she looked at her reflection, she saw the same woman. The same pain and anger that was slowly starting to swallow her whole.

She grabbed hold of one of the shards of glass, a haunting thought crossing her mind, but it was gone as quick as it came. She couldn’t do that. She still had hope. She just needed to try to change. And a good way to start a change in oneself… was a haircut.

Allison stepped out of the hotel in a new outfit, her curls now at the nape of her neck rather than spilling over her shoulders. When she turned her head, she caught sight of Viktor and Harlan together by a luggage cart.

“Viktor…”

He looked over at his sister, a small smile of amazement on his face. “You cut your hair.”

“Yeah.” She reached a hand up to feel her hair.

“Uh, you okay?”

She quickly hid her injured hand in her pocket. “Yeah, never better.”

But Viktor didn’t believe that for a second. “What’s wrong?”

“The Sparrows don’t have the briefcase. They never did.”

“What?” He groaned in exasperation. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, very. What do we do now? What’s our next move?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t deal with this right this second. We can talk later, okay?”

Allison frowned and walked up to him. “No. Not okay.”

“Later, please.”

She glanced at Harlan, who avoided her gaze, before rolling her eyes and walking away.

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Ben burst into the mansion with Fei and Chris behind him. “You walked us into a slaughter.” She raged.

“You were both right there with me. This is as much your fault as mine.”

“How? You’re Number One, remember?”

“Yeah, but I’m a different kind of Number One.”

She hummed behind him. “The shitty kind.” Her words caused Ben to slowly turn around. “That’s why Dad demoted you. That’s why he made Marcus Number One. You couldn’t even prove yourself better than (Y/N). You don’t know how to lead. You don’t have what it takes-”

Fei’s words were cut short when Ben slapped her across the face, her shades flying off and sliding across the floor. She maniacally laughed as she turned her eyeless face back to her brother, smile slowly fading as well as her laugh. “Marcus would have never let-”

“He’s gone.” Ben growled. “You know what our real problem is? You. You’re a shit Number Two, Fei.”

Christopher garbled out something from above.

“See? Even Christopher agrees with me.”

As her brothers left the room, she picked up her shades and placed them back on, the tail of her uniform flowing behind her as she followed them into their father’s room. Reginald looked up at them in curiosity from his desk as Ben took a seat on his sofa.

“What have I missed? Sounds juicy.”

Ben rested his feet on Reginald’s coffee table. “Dad, we lost Jayme, Alphonso and Sloane.”

“Oh!” He rose from his seat. “Well, then we should be out looking for them. Fetch my jacket.”

“No, Dad.” Fei shook her head. “He means they’re dead.”

His face fell as he slowly lowered himself back into his chair. “Such a shame… What of (Y/N)?”

“We haven’t seen her since this morning.”

He snapped his head up with wide eyes. “You don’t know where she is? We should be out looking for her, then.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “I’m sure she’s out shopping.”

“She was your ward, Number Two.”

“Yeah, and as her warden, I have every idea where she is right now. She’s fine and she’s the last thing we need to worry about. Those assholes from the Umbrella Academy? You were actually right about them.”

“After Marcus disappeared, Ben led us on a mission to take them down.” Fei threw her brother under the bus.

“And it would have worked, but they had some kind of secret weapon. This old guy with powers on their side, which is totally cheating. We didn’t have a chance.”

Reginald leaned forward. “So, what do you intend to do about it?”

Ben glanced over at Fei, who motioned for him to say something, but he came up with nothing. She pursed her lips and turned to their father. “We need to be ready if they come to finish us off, and they will unless we come up with a plan,” She turned to Ben. “So, what is your next genius idea, idea guy?”

He clenched his jaw and swallowed, silently looking away. Fei scoffed and exited the room before Christopher garbled out something. “Fine,” Ben waved him off. “Go with her. See if I care.”

Once the two were gone, Reginald set his gaze on his Number Two. “There is still a way to turn this to your favor. But you need to find your sister by the end of the night.”

“I’ll handle it, Dad.”

In a place outside of time, Five walked into a dark and hollow room, a room that was usually bright with life. The numerous screens on the wall were all turned off, which wasn’t normal for the Infinite Switchboard. After messing with a few dials, one of the screens turned on, displaying a disheveled and frightened Herb.

“There’s been a rip in the space-time continuum. It’s swallowing everything. Oh, my sweet Dot, Iris, Josh from accounting, they’re all gone.”

Five tuned a dial to speed up the video.

“I’ve tried everything! I don’t know what else to do. The timeline is collapsing.”

Herb yelped as the people in the background screamed in terror. Five clenched his jaw at the sight of Herb’s hopeless face turned forward again.

“This is… the end.”

Five watched as the man let out one last scream before his body disintegrated within a second. He swallowed and looked down in thought. Usually the Commission was the organization to eliminate these kinds of problems. But if they were gone as well, then this wasn’t a world-wide issue anymore.

“I could kill for some scrambled eggs right now.” Lila voiced herself as she stepped into the room.

“This is bigger than the timeline, Lila.”

“What’s bigger than the timeline?”

He turned to face her. “The entire universe.”

“Yeah…” She sighed out.

“The missing dogs, people… it’s the opposite of the Big Bang. Instead of the universe expanding, it’s now collapsing in on itself.”

Lila nodded. “Like a prolapsing rectum.”

Five blinked. “That’s a weird analogy, but yeah.”

“Here, then,” She held up a book and placed it into his hands. “This might give us some answers.”

Five looked down at the book in his hands. “Master handbook…”

“The one and only.”

He flipped through some of the pages before stopping at one and reading its contents. “Here we are. Okay, protocol. ‘In the unlikely case of the grandfather paradox, the founder and any essential personnel should’-”

Lila walked over to him and continued the passage. “...’be immediately remanded to the operations bunker’.” She leaned up and looked off in thought. “The founder. What founder?”

“I don’t know.”

The two flinched back when the ceiling broke once again. Five sighed.

“We need to find that bunker ASAP-”

“-ASAP.” Lila spoke with him in unison. Five scoffed and began walking away with her following. “Jinx. A-B-C-1-2-3, personal padlock.”

“Can you not-”

“You can’t speak!”

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Sloane glared at Luther and moved away when he gingerly placed an icepack on her shoulder. Seeing that she was still angry with him, he lowered his arms. “I hate your family.” She grumbled.

“That’s cool,” He nodded. “Not a super fan of yours right now.”

“Were you part of it?”

“Of what?”

“Ambushing us with Superman’s grandpa.”

“Sloane,” He sighed. “My family can’t decide whether or not to put mushrooms on a pizza. I have no idea who that old guy is. He just showed up.”

She removed the ice pack from her shoulder. “You expect me to believe that?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Hold on here. You attacked us.”

“I tried to warn you.”

“Yeah, pfft, at the last second. You almost took us out.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t,” She cried. “And your stupid family’s fine, and half of mine is dead. Were you just… using me? Getting close to gather information?”

Luther looked offended at that. “Do you really believe that…? Sloane, you need to know something about me. I don’t really have any friends. Or… romances. I just have my family, and I would do anything to protect them, except betray you… because that’s not who I wanna be. So, if you’re playing me right now, you win. But if this… if this is for real, we have to trust each other because we’re not our families.”

Sloane softly smiled and gently held his hand. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Luther sighed, gently brushing a tear away. After a few minutes, the two were on a small sofa in the room.

“I really should get home.” Sloane whispered.

“I can’t let you go.” He whispered back. She smiled and gently held the side of his face in her hand.

“I don’t wanna let you go either, but Jayme and Alphonso, they deserve a proper burial.”

“No, I mean, I can’t let you leave. You’re a hostage.”

Sloane looked away. “Oh, right. That…”

“My family already thinks I’m a traitor. So, I can’t-”

“No, I totally get it. My family is probably plotting vengeance.”

Luther nodded. “So, I guess we just… go back to fighting until everybody’s dead.”

Sloane couldn’t reciprocate the false smile Luther put on, for her mind was already coming up with a plan. “We can put an end to this and still be together.”

“How?”

A floor above them, Viktor was pouring a glass of water for Harlan, who was picking out a tape to listen to. “I need you to stay in here until I figure some things out.” He said as he handed the old man the glass. Harlan gulped the whole thing down before setting it on the floor by his feet.

“Your sister called you Viktor. Is that what I should call you?”

“I’d like that,” He took a seat beside him on the foot of the bed. “You know, your mom’s a… big part of who I am. She was the first person to truly see me.”

Harlan didn’t look up from his task. “It’s okay if you wanna ask about her.”

Viktor’s eyes began welling up with tears. “Did Sissy hate me for what I did to you?”

Slowly, Harlan peeled himself away from his suitcase and sat up straight, running his palms on his pants. “She said you saved her life.”

Viktor swallowed the growing lump in his throat. “Did she have a good life…?”

Harlan hummed. “Wasn’t easy. Not with… me there. But she was free in a way she never was on the farm. She never stopped thinking about you, and she never gave up hope that you’d come back to us one day,” His voice lowered in sadness and fear. “Why did you leave us? I… I needed you.”

He wasn’t sure if he could take this continuous heartache, not with Harlan’s broken expression. “We thought you’d be safer away from me. But I wish I had stayed. I should have stayed.”

Silently, Harlan reached a hand out, Viktor reaching back and clasping their hands together. Viktor couldn’t imagine what Harlan had gone through without him for fifty-six years. He had to lose his mother all alone. While for Viktor, it had only been three days. He didn’t have to go through the longing as much as he did.

He was going to do right by Harlan. He was going to do everything he could to keep him safe. That little boy he met in the streets of Dallas, Texas, just after his mother had hit him with her car… he didn’t deserve this. Viktor took full responsibility for Harlan, no matter his age. He was going to fix this.

The door to the room opened, Luther stepping in. “Meeting in the poolroom. Family only.”

“Stay here,” Viktor told Harlan as Luther walked out. “I’ll be right back.”

Harlan watched him leave, his heart a little lighter as he pulled his headphones on over his ears.

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In the years following the Bleakpoint incident - the original Bleakpoint incident - sleep had become a challenging prospect. Already a light sleeper, one of the consequences of the attack had been that relaxing enough to allow himself to fall asleep was difficult. Alcohol helped, sometimes. Company…physical intimacy was a rare escape - and not one often used, as rarely was anyone allowed that close. Time, and being in familiar surroundings made the prospect a bit easier, as did working himself to the point of exhaustion - which was often Osric’s favored method of finding rest.

Fortunately, there was still much to be done to the Slater estate for plans to move forward smoothly, which meant he had many things to keep him busy, and reviewing possible plans for expanding the training grounds and transitioning the estate into barracks happened to have his attention on this particular evening.

Or did - until the sounds of running started to echo down the hall, as did raised voices and then rather frantic knocking at his bedroom door.

Wyland - sounding rather panicked.

“M-master Osric? I hate to disturb you, sir, but we’ve a situation downstairs. I-it’s your sister, sir.”

Without a second though Osric tossed aside the plans, grabbing a loose shirt and pulling it on before throwing the door open and rushing past without a glance, bounding down the stairs and skidding to a halt at the base of the stairs at the sight of Edalene on the arm of an unfamiliar Hyur, dress bloodied and half of her face bandaged.

But rather than looking relieved she looked…furious with his arrival.

“The hell is happening here?” He moved to take a step forward, stopping abruptly as the unfamiliar man held up a hand, his eyes narrowing.

“I’d suggest keeping your distance for the time being, sir. Your sister is not in the best of moods this evening.”

“I think my sister can speak just fine for herself.”

“And she’d tell you the same thing and that you can kindly go fuck yourself off the nearest cliff.” Edalene narrowed her visible eye towards her brother before glancing up towards the man beside her. “Up the stairs and to the left, one of the ladies should be available to assist me from there.”

“Now wait just a damn minute - I would like to know what the hell happened to put you in this state before you go wandering off, Edalene.”

Her jaw clenched tightly, but she forced herself to smile tightly before glancing up as she patted the man’s arm she was holding. “One moment, hm?” She then turned, one visible eye narrowing towards her brother again, “Wyland? Could you come down here, please?”

The elderly Elezen quickly made his way down the stairs moving past Osric and offering a quick bow. “Yes, my lady?”

“Please take Master Reede to the study for a moment. He has instructions regarding the medications he’d brought with him and for how to care for the wound over the next several days. He will also need to be paid for my care and for returning me to the estate.”

“O-of course. And the funds, my lady? Will they be coming out of-”

“Osric’s funds, Wyland. As I was injured while on his errand this evening.” Her gaze never wavered, never shifted, her posture stiff, anger radiating off of her in waves.

The Hyur - ‘Master Reede’ - leaned down for a moment, “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“Quite positive. My brother and I will speak for a moment and when you return I’m quite sure I’ll be ready to retire and then you may return to your own estate. I’ll return in a handful of weeks for the stitches to be removed. Wyland?”

“Yes….Yes, of course. Master Reede, this way please.” Wyland motioned for the man to follow towards a side hallway, and though he was hesitant, the man did eventually follow, leaving the two siblings in the empty entry hall.

One long moment.

Then another.

Then a third.

“Well, are you going to tell me what ha-”

He’d been busy looking towards the direction the two men had walked off in and hadn’t seen Edalene approach, not until it was too late.

The slap echoed through the entry hall and he stumbled back several steps from the force. “What the hell?!”

“That is a FRACTION of what I’ve been through tonight, Osric.” Slowly, methodically, Edalene unwrapped the bandage, tossing the bloodied cloth down at her brother’s feet, “You stand there and demand answers. Stand there and demand that I give up my work. Stand there and demand that I sign over the house. Stand there and tell me that you're leaving and that I have to take over the house because it is my responsibility to do so whether I want to or not. Stand there and tell me that you’re joining the military efforts and I just have to accept it, even though I know what’s going to happen. And every time, every time I did. I did. I just accepted your word as law and did what the good younger sibling was supposed to do. And what did that get me? Your respect? Your loyalty? Your protection? No. No, what it got me was nothing. What it got me was this.”

She stalked over, reaching down and gripping his chin, forcing him to look up from his bent over position, still reeling from the slap.

Osric’s eyes widened as he looked over his sister’s face, seeing the wound in full. “I didn’t - You act as though you weren't given a choice, Edalene…you always had a choice! I never expected you to -”

“DON’T.” The one eye watered, though she fought it back, the anger barely contained. “Don’t you DARE tell me I had a choice. What choice was there when I knew damn well you weren’t going to protect yourself and so that responsibility fell to ME!?”

“I NEVER asked you to -”

“OF COURSE you didn’t! We were supposed to be a fucking FAMILY, OSRIC! We were supposed to take care of EACH OTHER, but the only one who was ever taking care of anyone was ME. You LEFT ME. Again and again you LEFT me and still I did everything I could to make sure you were taken care of, I fought off rumors, I deflected, I changed documents, I made sure nothing that could possibly hurt you got out. I stayed in intelligence because it HELPED you, you stupid fucking idiot. And then you took that away from me. And I let you. Because it was going to help you…because it’s always been about you. As much as you bitch and moan about how it was always about me and always about what mother and father wanted and how you were discarded as a child - it’s always…ALWAYS been about YOU, Osric.”

“Who did this…”

“No.” Edalene stood, taking two steps back and chuckling, the sound taking on a slight hysterical edge. “I’m not giving you something that you’ll then take to make yourself a victim…again. It doesn’t matter WHO did it. It’s done. Just know this…brother. You claim there’s nothing you’d do for those you care about…there’s nothing you’ve done for one that’s supposed to be closest to you.”

“That’s unfair, Edalene.”

“The truth often is, Osric.”

His jaw clenched at this and he straightened. “You act as though that job was the only one available, as though I wouldn’t have helped you find other options, as though I was going to leave you behind.”

“You always have before, why would now be any different?”

“Because everything is different now, Edalene.”

She scoffed. “Words are cheap.” She glanced over her shoulder, hearing a muffled voice and a door open and close. “And it seems time for our little ‘chat’ is at an end, else I have the urge to slap you again. I’ve spent enough of my life keeping you out of the flames, and those who play with fire eventually get burned. And I do hope you burn.”

There was another long pause where she exhaled sharply before managing to put on a small, tight smile as Wyland returned, ‘Master Reede’ in tow.

“Is everything settled?”

“Of course, my lady, as you instructed.”

“Very good.”

The gentleman looked between the two siblings for a moment, eyeing the swelling on Osric’s face for a moment before turning to Edalene. “So all are aware, the lady here is to rest for the next day or so, and Wyland here has been given instructions for her medications…”

“If you insist…” Edalene sighed heavily, clearly not keen on the idea.

“I do.”

“Well, thank you for your assistance this evening, Master Reede…Wyland - I may need your assistance getting to my chambers. I find myself a little disoriented this evening, for obvious reasons.”

The Hyur gentleman bowed before moving towards the door of the estate, and Wyland offered Edalene his arm, which she took before guiding her up the stairs towards the hall that led to her bedchambers, eventually leaving Osric in the entry hall by himself.

Sleep…it seemed…would be a much more difficult task than he originally imagined this evening.

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