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You're dead to me [9]
dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader
In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?
warning: english isn't my first language, angst, fluff, gore, idk how hospital stuff works.
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Jake Sully's eyes shot open, immediately rising his upper body from the mossy ground. He gasped as he felt a pain pierce through his body. His body was covered in cuts and wounds, blood dripping from his head. His memory was restoring as his brain was processing what he saw: you on the ground dying. He remembered your rolled-back eyes as blood dripped from your mouth and nose. Truly a traumatic sight. He frantically looked around the warzone, in search for you. You were in his arms what felt like mere seconds ago. What happened? Where were you? Dead Na'vi lay on the mossy ground, some were headless while others had their limbs broken, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. He got up from the ground, ignoring the pain shooting through his spine as he frantically looked for you. He wanted to scream, cry your name. Yet he couldn't, it felt like his vocal cords were ripped out of his throat, no sound able to leave his lips. Running past the dead bodies and not seeing your face, he didn't know what to feel: sad because he couldn't find you or happy that you weren't dead. The world around him turned black, the sky pitch black as everyone around him disappeared. "Daddy?" He collapsed on his knees as he saw you in front of him, small little girl with a plushie in your hands. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move one bit, his legs paralyzed and he felt hopeless once again as his physical body didn't respond: just like his human body. From behind you, Jake could see someone emerge from the shadows. The black figure had a knife pressed to your throat, "daddy help!! Daddy!!" He tried his best to raise his legs, move his fingers, anything, but nothing worked. The tears rolled down his face as the knife dug into your skin, eventually slicing through your throat, through your skin. You fell to your knees, the plushie he brought you falling to the floor. "Daddy.." you mumbled as the blood left your throat, spurting out as you fell to the ground. Jake Sully looked at the scene in front of him in horror. He wanted to look away, but something was stopping him from doing so. As if someone was holding his head into place and keeping his eyes from shutting. If one could hear his scream, it was one out of a horror movie. He felt himself shaking frantically and then everything once again faded to black.
You felt your body being shaken and a faint voice calling out your name. You tried to focus on your surroundings and regaining your consciousness. Your arms were flat on the ground, which made your bare hands touch the ground. Dirt, dry to the touch. You could feel the wind blowing, you were outside. That's when you remembered. You were in a warzone, a battlefield. "Sissy please!!" You tried to move your fingertips as you heard a familiar voice. Neteyam. His arms were wrapped around you as he carried you bridal style. Your head twitched toward his warmth as you slowly opened his eyes. You felt dizzy, everything looked blurry to you. But you could see blue figure holding you, the blue figure that is Neteyam. He was all scratched up himself, but no worse than you. The main reason being that you saved him with your push, the scratches from his fall rather than from the explosion. He ran through the warzone, all the way to the back which the enemies didn't reach yet. "My people, take the supplies and fall back to high camp!!" His voice boomed as he ran to alert his people. "Seze!!" He proceeded to screech as he called for his Ikran. He named his Ikran after his mother's late Ikran. She told him his Ikran resembled it as if it was meant to happen. Like mother like son. Seze landed on the ground, its wings flapping through the air as it screeched for Neteyam. He quickly made tsaheylu, the bond, as he jumped on his Ikran with ease with you in his arms. Your body was all bloody with blood dripping down from one of your eyes, seeping into your mask. It made you slightly choke on your breath. "Neteyam..?" You saw red and blurry all at the same time. "Yes sissy it's me, don't worry you'll be okay. I got you." You saw his lips moving as he spoke, but you could barely make out what he said, your ears ringing violently making your headache. When Neteyam's Ikran took off into the air, the impact made your head spin. The three of you soared through the sky and back to high camp. Neteyam apologized with tears in his eyes whenever you complained in babbles or whined in pain, the aggressiveness of his flying making this entire ride uncomfortable and painful. Yet he couldn't take his sweet time. He had to get you help as quick as possible.
"Lo'ak! My son!" Neytiri, who was soaring into the sky this entire time to take the enemies down, watched as her son's Ikran flew at the speed of light. She was mostly busy in the sky. With the enemies that suddenly came attacking with what the humans call missiles, she was mainly focused on killing. The missiles did great damage to the teams on the ground, so she could only hope there weren't many losses. Neither Neteyam nor Lo'ak called the enemies in, so when he flew past her, she tried calling after him when he neared her, but to no avail. She could see him holding onto a huge figure when he was close. He didn't hear her calling, which was surprising considering their good hearing. Was he ignoring his own mother? She couldn't fly after him and even if she did she wouldn't be able to catch up with him at that speed. She took note to lecture him how dangerous that was and how he was disobeying direct orders. He was supposed to be a spotter with Neteyam. She also wondered where her oldest son was, but for now there were more important things to do. With no other spotters as Lo'ak flew off, Neteyam was nowhere to be found. And where was her mate? Her Jake? Worrying wasn't her main priority at the moment. She was a trained warrior, daughter of the Tsahik. She had her people to take care of, so the only thing she could do right is watch over her people while praying to the great mother her family was alright. "My people, take the supplies and fall back to high camp!!" She caught the screams of her oldest son as she watched him carry you in his arms, all bruised up and bleeding. What in the hell happened?
"GRANDMOTHER!!" Neteyam was the first of the war party to arrive back in high camp. Everyone was cheering at the return of the future Olo'eyktan, but instead of them coming face to face with their mighty warrior, instead they saw a broken young boy in front of them as he held onto your limb body. Mo'at emerged from the rowdy crowd with Kiri, her hands to her mouth as she saw the condition you were in. For a second her strong facade dropped, but then the serious expression returned to her face, "come, follow me." Neteyam wished his grandmother could walk faster as he followed her footsteps, incredibly impatient to know the current condition of his sister. The four of them entered Mo'at's tent and Neteyam immediately put his sister down on one of the makeshift beds. Kiri went to remove her clothing, not even taking her sweet time with the buttons and zippers: she full on cut the clothing off you with her hunter's knife and throwing the shredded pieces behind her. They had to work on you as fast as possible. "What in Eywa's name happened?!" Kiri asked once she finished removing your clothes, stepping away to let the Tsahik do her job. She rushed to the table with herbs and medicines, taking anything that would help reduce your pain. "It all happened so fast and then (Y/N) pushed us away from the explosion and then dad came and tried to protect her but then the explosion went off and then I found her." He rambled on and on, clearly in panic and not thinking straight at all. He wasn't even thinking about his father, who was shielding you from the explosion and probably got the most damage. He fell on his knees as his hands were buried in his braids, "this is my fault, oh eywa, I'm so sorry sissy, please be okay." Kiri's eyes almost fell out of her sockets, "dad is wounded??! Where is he?!?!" She was ready to walk up to Neteyam and shake the living soul out of him, but Mo'at stopped her with her arm. She gave her granddaughter a knowing look. Kiri's gaze softened as she looked at the condition Neteyam was in, tears rolling down his face as he hyperventilated. He was the closest to you, after all.
"OUT OF THE WAY!!" The moment Lo'ak landed in the cave, he jumped off the Ikran with his father on his back. "I NEED HELP! PLEASE HELP!" Jake Sully wasn't breathing, with no groans of pain or curses leaving his lips as he was bleeding everywhere in this condition, Lo'ak knew he had to prepare for the worst. Norm, still in his avatar and who was also at the raid, landed right next to him. He saw everything happen from a few miles away. From the moment you ran away from the explosions, to the moment Jake Sully stepped in, took the hit, and watched his body ascend into the air as he knocked right into one of the crashed helicopters. As one of the Na'vi healers wanted to go up to Lo'ak and help, Norm grabbed Lo'ak shoulder, "follow me! We need him at the lab and hooked on the machines!" Norm knew the spirituality of the Na'vi, wanting to heal their people in the most natural way there is, but no herb could save the condition Jake Sully was in. Maybe Mo'at could perform a ritual, but at the moment hooking him up to machines was maybe the best way for now.
You stirred as Mo'at performed a ritual on you, all kinds of emotions rushing through your body. It felt like your pain slowly disappeared, like an anesthesia that started having an effect. You still saw blurry and your ears rang, but you felt safe knowing the figure holding onto your hand, "Te-" you felt incredibly weak, not even able to say his name. A metallic taste entered your mouth and touched your tastebuds, making you whine. "I'm here sissy, you will be okay." Your mind started wandering back to the explosion. You should have been dead. You were in the middle of the explosion. How were you okay? You pushed your little brothers away to protect them, so who protected you? You tried your best to remember the event, everything was still a mess in your head, but you knew you felt a familiar warmth before you blacked out. Protective. Fatherly. Your eyes widened at the realization. "Where's daddy.." you were weak, but the words managed to escape your lips. Your frantically moved your arms as you wailed, "papa." Neteyam brought both of your hands to his cheeks, hoping his touch would somehow help you. Your sobs left your lips as you cried, the strong warrior facade disappearing as you were now a daughter crying for her dying father. He protected you from the explosion, he stood there as he tried to take most of the hit. After your behavior, he still decided to protect you. Again, you felt the guilt and pain eating you from the inside. You killed their father, her mate. You weren't stupid, you knew what an explosion could do. Kiri took a cloth as she herself felt her eyes tear up, rubbing the skin under your eyes to wipe your tears. "I'm so sorry." Was the one thing that left your lips as you continued wailing, your two siblings sharing your pain with Mo'at quietly finishing the ritual. He was in Eywa's hands now.
"Papa! Let's sit here!" You were carrying a basket in your hands that was almost the same size as you. The two of you were in the city, as you wanted to have a father-daughter date with your dad. You ran to a bench right in front of the mall, putting your basket down as you tried to climb and sit. Jake Sully wheeled your way, as he raised you by your waist to lift you onto the bench. "Thank you papa!!" You giggled and put the basket down next to you, "papa sit here too?" Jake chuckled as you stared expectantly at him. He positioned his wheelchair and raised his butt, quickly moving it to the bench. With your help by holding onto his waist, he managed to sit down. The wheelchair rolled a bit as he moved, but with his feet still on the chair, it managed not to get away. "Thank you babygirl." He pressed a kiss to your temple with a smile. You giggled, feeling incredibly satisfied, as you turned to your left and reached into the basket. "Papa hungy?" You babbled as your head disappeared into the basket, making Jake roar into laughter. "Hey where is my baby?!" He looked around extra confused as he acted like he couldn't see you, his laughter still escaping his lips. You drowned in a fit of giggles and raised your head, "papa here!!" He moved closer to you and tickled your stomach, "are you trying to hide from me! Are you trying to hide from me!" You shook your head at his question, laughing and moving so much to the point you almost fell off the bench. You truly were his home.
"His brain activity is very high for someone that's in terrible condition." Lo'ak watched Max from his seat as he spoke, some device in his hand he thought was called a tablet. "What does that mean?" Lo'ak didn't know any of the smart terms used, he was confused. Was that a good thing? Was his father ever going to wake up? Max taps the tablet as he shrugged, "there could be a spiritual answer to this. Something is happening, something unexplainable." Norm, who switched out of his avatar body, stood next to Max as he watched the screen, "Could it be something similar to connecting to the spirit tree?"
"Do you mean visions?" Norm nodded in response, "He may be in Eywa's hands now." Lo'ak watched his father's expressionless face. He looked so peaceful, without any worries. Whenever Jake looked at him, there was always a frown on his face as his forehead would be creased. In front of him was an expression he never saw on his father before. He never imagined that he would miss that annoyed expression Jake would flash toward him whenever he would cause trouble. He just wished his father would wake up.
Jake felt himself floating, his body fading into nothingness. His eyes were expressionless, as the scene of you dying repeated in his head. "I can't.." he mumbled to himself, believing that you truly had died and that he failed in protecting you, that he was too late in wrapping himself around you, not knowing he was the one in the worst condition. At this point, he closed his eyes, wishing he just died. He couldn't do it without you. "You're terrible, you know that right?" A voice echoed through the darkness and the familiarity made him open his eyes. It was a voice he didn't hear in a while. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't on Pandora. This was earth. Not a sight of green as he stood in an empty city. It wasn't just a city, it was the city he grew up in. The vibe was very gloomy. He looked at his hands, still blue. He was still Na'vi. "Jake, bro don't just ignore me like that." His eyes twitched at that same voice. He looked around, and when he did his surroundings changed. He knew this floor, these walls, and the pictures decorating the mossy green walls. This was his childhood home. He stood in the hallway and slowly made his way to the living room. That's where he saw himself. No, not himself. That wasn't him. It was the only person that looked identical to him. "Good to see you, Jake." Tommy grinned from his seating position on the couch. "Tommy?! You're supposed to be dead! What are you doing here?!" A laugh escaped Tommy's lips in return, motioning for his brother to sit with him, "And you're dying as well, so what are you trying to say?" Jake frowned at that statement. He was dying? What was happening? "You know, you're pretty terrible." Jake took a seat on the much smaller couch in comparison to his size, as he listened to his brother, "how come?"
"Well, first of all, you're a terrible father for both little (Y/N) and your children by blood. Leaving her alone for a new life, THEN!! Then you proceed to also be a terrible father for your Na'vi kids. If I was still alive in my avatar body, I would have been a good man." Tommy explained as he sat back, his hands on the back of his head. Jake wanted to reply, but for some reason, he couldn't talk, as if his mouth got stolen. "Let me finish my talk. You're barely spending time with your kids like a father. Treating them like little soldiers and healers instead of your dad. Then, you try to win little (Y/N) over, proceeding to completely ignore your kids in this process. You're so terrible. And now you're dying!! Wow! The great Jake achieved nothing and he's on his deathbed!!" Tommy clapped while laughing, but Jake couldn't do anything in return. His lip quivered. Was he that bad of a father? He failed everyone around him. His family was his fortress, but he couldn't even be a proper father. "Now now, don't cry. You can come back to life, maybe!" Tommy threw his hand in the air and suddenly Jake could talk again. Sobs left his lips as he got his voice back, "I'm so terrible."
"Good that you realize that!"
"You're not helping, Tommy!" A scream left his lips as he said that. The tears rolled down his cheeks as the realization hit him so hard. "I'm helping though! I'm here to tell you you can live again!" Tommy hit Jake on the back of his head. "But how are you here in the first place?!" This entire thing confused Jake. Was this Eywa's doing? Tommy never went to Pandora and he isn't even connected to a spirit tree. So how? "Listen, I'm as confused as you. But I have been haunting you in my ghost form you know? Anyway, as I was saying. How do you feel about a third chance?" Jake's gaze faltered at that question. He didn't know. He failed as a father, so many times. Did he deserve this one? His second chance was going to Pandora to change his life for the better, but it made him leave his daughter. Now he died, knowing he failed as a father while family was his main priority.
Just what did he do to deserve to live?
A/N: thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought. <3 sorry if this part was kinda lacking, been tired.
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Nightmare Before Christmas | Kevin Moon
SUMMARY: your uncle has always been a crime and supernatural fan and would often plan fun little games for your family to solve before Boxing Day. However, things have taken a turn this year as never would you and your friendly neighbour Kevin imagined that the both of you would actually have to solve a decades-old murder case, and eventually finding out the culprit behind all of this was someone much closer than you have expected.
PAIRING: neighbour!Kevin x f!reader
GENRE: horror, thriller, supernatural, crime, angst, some fluff
WARNINGS: nc-17, mentions about dead bodies & severed body parts (nothing too gory though dw!!), missing person case, haunted house, mentions of blood, supernatural (ghosts, black mass), yn's descriptive nightmare (about the ghost-like character she would often see in the past), kissing, betrayal, dual personalities, pet names (sweetheart, princess)
WORD COUNT: 4,465
A/N: so this was supposed to be released on the 25th....but we will pretend that never happened 🫡 massive thankiew to @from-izzy for beta reading and giving me tons of ideas (and just giving me the support bcs i was so done and upset with everything bjasnjsdn) tagging the kevin enthusiast aka @hyungseos-cafe for this 👀✨
“Sissy, wake up!”
You were jolted awake by your little brother, who was violently shaking your entire body as you groaned in annoyance and lifted your bedsheets above your head in hopes that he would leave you alone. But you have forgotten that he was a wild and energetic fourteen-year-old teenager, and there was no way he was giving up that easily.
As your brother pulled your bedsheet off you, your eyes squinted, and you were about to curse at him out loud before he eventually beat you to it.
“It’s Christmas Eve, sissy! Uncle Ben has already left a note on the dining table, and we must start before the clock strikes midnight!” Your brother announced out loud before running out of your room back to the living room downstairs.
You sighed before pinching your eyebrows together, trying to make sense of your surroundings and what your brother had told you moments before.
It was that time of the year for your annual family tradition. Your uncle has always been into supernatural and playing detective. He would often devise a different scenario where he would get you and your siblings to solve the puzzles or cases before you would eventually earn a Christmas present from him. He had a different scenario in mind every year and was full of ideas to ensure each year stood out.
Not only were your siblings encouraged to participate in the hunt, but he would also get your neighbour next door to experience every year, and he had done so for the past decade.
Your best friend, Kevin Moon.
It was a joy to have him aboard, especially when he had the wits and brains to help crack and solve most puzzle pieces or clues in your uncle’s little game each year. Because of that, your uncle has taken a liking to him, eventually pairing you guys up, often thinking that you both would end up great as a couple.
Which isn’t something you were totally against if you were to be completely honest.
You liked him a lot, and he has been your best friend throughout middle school up till university. He has always been someone you could always count on and gave you the support you needed.
You just weren’t sure if you liked him more than just a friend at this point.
Trying to shake away all of the unnecessary thoughts, you quickly rushed down to your dining hall to find the letter that your uncle always left on the table the night before when all of you were asleep. However, you froze as you saw that your brother was already holding one in his hands, reading it internally while another was left on the table.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that uncle made two separate invitation cards and that on the table is specifically just for you and Kevin-hyung next door,” your brother said half-heartedly before he walked out with his invitation, getting ready to get all geared up before heading out the door. You suspected Uncle Ben had probably given him some scavenger hunt games again, given the looks of your brother’s outfit and the big shovel he had just brought out the door seconds ago.
As you diverted your attention back to the invitation card on the table, you slowly picked it up before opening the envelope and pulling up the letter tucked within.
Oh, Uncle Ben, what exactly have you plotted for us this Christmas?
“Your uncle must be nuts going all out for Christmas this year. He must’ve been itching to get this year’s theme out as soon as possible, don’t you think?” Kevin questioned you while chuckling at the side, trying his best to hide his uneasiness.
But that was when you didn’t respond and quietly began looking for clues; that was when Kevin knew that it probably wasn’t a joke this time.
“There’s no actual dead bodies, right, Y/N?”
When you quickly skimmed through the entire letter, your eyes widened at the envelope's contents. You wasted no time and hurriedly scurried out the door to Kevin right next door. With a few knocks, your best friend was out with a hot mug of cocoa, with his hair slightly ruffled, indicating that he had just woken up not too long ago. His eyes widened as he did not expect you to be on his doorstep this early in the day, and he was a bit embarrassed with how he looked.
Deep down, you wanted to tell him how he looked absolutely adorable and how you would snuggle up on the couch with him for the holiday seasons, but there was no way you would admit you had a crush on him just yet.
Shaking off your initial thoughts, you quickly redirect your attention back to the envelope, trying to fill Kevin in with all your uncle wrote on the invitation. He had the same initial response that you had, thinking that this was all some sort of sick joke. All while he was getting ready by changing his pyjamas into a cosy sweater sufficient to last till the destination, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances back at him a few times to take a sneaky little peak at his toned body.
He worked really hard during the summer anyway, and you have seen how he basically went from being all skinny and slim to being toned and bulky within the span of half a year, and you couldn’t stop ogling at the sight whenever you saw a little skin from him.
But again, you would not admit that to him just yet.
As soon as he was ready to go, you both took the pathway down to the written location as the sky quickly turned dark due to the winter season. By the time you both arrived at the entrance of the abandoned house, you needed to grab the torchlight hidden within your sweater and turn it on to navigate the place.
As you both opened the front door with an awful creak, you were met with nothing but complete darkness. The power lights were completely cut off so there was no chance of even having a little bit of electricity within the premises.
There was this eerie feeling in the air that neither of you could describe; it almost felt like a little haunted house, as much as you did not want to admit it. But given the details that Uncle Ben has written in the envelope, that spooky and sinister feeling you’ve had was valid, and it would probably remain this way until the both of you could crack the case open.
“To answer your question, Kevin, I really hope we won’t be stumbling upon any dead bodies too. It’s the Christmas holidays, goddamit,” you spat, still thinking that Uncle Ben was totally out of his mind with this whole dilemma that was going on right now.
“Well, we’ve lived in this neighbour for a good decade now, and never in my life have I heard about a Madam Nee Nee residing in a house right at the end of the road and was actually murdered without a trace,” Kevin replied worriedly, thinking that this whole situation is slowly getting much creepier by the minute.
As much as you wanted to agree with the male, you have heard something or two about Madam Nee Nee through your uncle’s stories. All you knew about her was that she was the one who would often bake cupcakes for the children across the streets and would pass them to Uncle Ben so that all of you were able to get your hands on them every Christmas.
Those cupcakes were indeed one of the best you have ever tried in your entire life; they were not too sweet and were just enough to fit everyone’s liking and taste buds. It seemed as if Madam Nee Nee knew exactly what each child’s favourite television show was as she would make an effort to pipe and decorate each cupcake exactly as each character looked. You would often get your favourite Tinker Bell design, and she would alternate between the different fairies each year, while your younger brother often got his favourite DC superheroes.
But there was only one problem: you had actually never met the baker herself, and each time you tried to bring it up, your Uncle Ben would often tell you that she was too busy delivering the goodies to the other children out of town.
In other words, you didn’t really know if you could trust Uncle Ben’s words on whether such an individual really existed and if this whole murder case was actually a reality or not.
Regardless, you were not going to get anywhere if neither of you was going to make progress in solving the riddles that your uncle had made specifically for you two, adding onto the fact that you really did want to get your hands on the presents as your uncle always knew exactly what you liked.
Hence, you and Kevin moved forward and deeper into the house as you both tried to see where or what could potentially help you both get a kick start on the investigation. Suddenly, the doors behind you both slammed shut with a loud thud, and you both were now in complete darkness, heavily relying on the torchlight you brought to navigate the house.
“We’re really doing this right, Y/N?” Kevin asked as he grabbed your wrist to drag you closer to him, making sure that you both stuck together, especially in the given circumstances. Not going to lie, your heart skipped a beat with that sudden gesture of his, and you prayed that he was unable to hear that loud thumping noise coming from your chest, given how silent the whole place was, to the point that you were able to hear a pin drop if there ever was one.
“Y-Yeah… to face Uncle Ben and get our hands on the gift. And besides, we could always have a little fun mystery for the holiday season.”
After ten minutes, you both arrived at the house's second floor. You both tried your best to scavenge through the bottom floor, but there wasn’t much you found that could potentially help with the investigation.
So here you both were, slowly taking your steps up the old wooden stairs that creaked with every single step, making the uncomfortable feeling you have had since stepping into the house a lot worse than before.
Thankfully, Kevin stuck close to you and took the lead in front, where you naturally held onto his sweater from behind, which caused him to turn behind for a second and offer his hand to you instead. You stared at him blankly at first, blinking your eyes a few times to see if you weren’t hallucinating, but he eventually linked his hands with yours and pulled you slightly forward.
You were thankful that the electricity was out in the entire house, and Kevin held onto the torchlight and shone the pathway in front of him instead; you definitely did not need the male to know how red and flushed your face was right now.
As you both moved forward, you eventually stepped onto something firm and hard, causing you to stop in your tracks, nudging Kevin’s elbow to shine the light directly onto your feet.
You truly wished you hadn’t done that at all.
A severed hand was situated right below your new pair of white shoes, and a little blood splatter was visible around the corners of your shoes. You immediately screamed and took a little jump back, causing you to cower into Kevin’s arms immediately. His eyes widened at the sight, and he tried his best to calm you down by rubbing your back with one of his hands while the other continued to shine the torchlight all around the room.
And there it was: another severed hand, located close to what used to be the fireplace.
“Th-This must be a joke…” Kevin muttered, not wanting to accept reality and thinking, ‘this was all a dream.’
It couldn’t be real.
There haven’t been any reported murder cases around town for the last thirty years. In fact, your town has been regarded as one of the safest in the state for the past decades, and it is also known as the best town to reside in. Whatever situation you both were in now must be wholly made up by your uncle, who was always full of surprises.
…right?
That was until Kevin redirected the light source towards the fireplace above, where there were clearly a few picture frames damaged through time or by someone. As you both began moving closer to examine them, you noticed they all had one thing in common.
All of them had the same person cut out from the pictures themselves.
Three picture frames stood above the fireplace, each depicting a family of five smiling brightly as if the world was free from all sorts of nightmares and misery. At least it was before. Something must have happened for whoever removed the person in question from the pictures—perhaps it must’ve been a bad memory for them, or that person is probably no longer associated with them.
You slowly moved close enough for you to be able to examine it well, gently wiping off the dust from each frame with your thumbs to see who exactly was the family in the old pictures. You didn’t recognise them at first until you squinted your eyes and saw the famous signature on the bottom right of each frame.
It belonged to the Jamaisons; the very first family that moved into this town many years ago.
From what you have heard about the tales from your uncle, they were the ones to be grateful for as they built up and raised the town's reputation as it is known today. Their family have since then lived for generations, constantly passing down their legacy for years until the last heir passed on without a successor ten years ago.
As everyone has been told, the very first generation of the Jamaisons was a family of four: a dotting father, a loving mother, and a set of twins. But then, who was the mysterious missing cut-out person from the pictures? Did they have another sibling they have kept secret for years, and nobody knew about them? And if yes, why did they do that?
Countless questions are pondered within your mind, and you can’t help but want to dig much deeper to discover the truth.
“Kevin…how much do you know about the Jamaisons?”
“As much as they have taught us in the textbooks. Why?”
“I have a bad feeling about this…” You muttered, slowly showing and telling Kevin about the missing person from each picture.
His eyes widened too, and you could tell he had the same thoughts as you.
“You don’t mean…”
“I really hope it isn’t true. Why would Uncle Ben even want us to meddle with their history if it was? Does he think we were detectives that could solve a potential murder case that was decades old?” You questioned, tugging his arm around you even tighter.
He pondered for a bit before answering. “Why not? I have always wanted to go to an actual crime scene.”
“Kevin Moon, this is serious,” you firmly reminded him.
He sighed before giving you a little smile back. “I know, Y/N. Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out then.”
Along with your friendly little neighbour, you both begin scouring through the bookshelves, hoping to find any potential records that could prove that they had someone else in the original line-up of the family.
However, all of your luck was pointless as there was zero to no evidence proving that the missing person from the pictures existed. It was as if the family themselves had erased whoever it was to the best of their abilities.
You groaned as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Ugh, I guess we’re back at square one again.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” Kevin responded, which caused you to turn your head towards him to see that he was pointing towards the empty room across the room, where the door slowly creaked open.
You were sure that the doors were closed tight when you both made your way up an hour ago, and now you were witnessing the door slowly pry open by seemingly nothing.
Oh hell, there is no way ghosts are real.
“Do not say the g-word, I swear,” you immediately placed one of your fingers directly onto Kevin’s lips, preventing him from saying it out loud.
“Not until we go check it, Y/N.”
“Can we just…not…”
“I think you know what the answer to that is.”
You rolled your eyeballs at Kevin’s words; you knew there was no way you both were leaving this place until you found the answers to the case. Without a choice, you reluctantly allowed Kevin to drag you along step-by-step as you both got closer towards the room.
If you were in an actual horror movie, you were pretty sure there would be creepy and high-pitched violin sounds playing in the background right now. The siren by your ear was beginning to resonate aloud, causing you to have a slight headache while you were trying your best not to shit your pants at this point.
As you were a step right before entering the room, your grip against Kevin’s arm tightened, giving him the signal that you were having second thoughts and would gladly dash right out of the house right now. But he returned a little rub on your palms with his, telling you that everything would be alright and that he was here with you.
With one final gulp and nod, you both took that long-awaited step into the room, when you were met with your worst nightmare.
You have never told anyone about how your deepest and darkest fear was about how you once had this dream where a black mass consisted of a white face with a lipped mouth paired with large black eyes used to lurk at the corners of your room watching you sleep. You eventually got terrified to the point that you would think about it all day, which then interfered with your daily routine.
And it was the same nightmare that stood right in front of you, slowly expanding as it crept nearer towards you both as if it was going to swallow you up as a whole.
“No…please don’t…” You whimpered.
Before you could even think straight, the huge mass eventually engulfed Kevin, and he was gone within a second. Just like that, the mass turned in your direction, approaching you slowly as you took a few steps back each time.
With one final huff from the mass, it quickly expanded one last time before jumping right onto you, slowly dissolving your entire body and turning it into the mass just like it was.
You were helpless, and you eventually felt your entire body go numb as if it was all over and done for.
Before you were taken over by darkness, you slowly peered your eyes upon the doors, noticing a bright white figure approaching you before everything was a blur.
“Sissy! SISSY WAKE UP!!”
You immediately jolted awake with that scream coming from the side of your ear, drenched in sweat, and your eyes widened as you tried to calm your fast breathing down.
“Whatever the nightmare you have been having since last night, it must have been a wild one I must say,” your brother responded as he slowly grabbed a cloth to wipe your sweat away.
“N-Nightmare? What are you talking about?”
“Do you really not remember anything at all? You have been sleeping for the entire day yesterday! You have been tossing and turning in your sleep, mumbling incoherent words as you broke out in sweat.”
What? That can’t be.
You slowly looked down to see your hands trembling before moving them to your face, trying to take in everything your brother had just told you.
“What about the scavenger hunt, then?”
“Scavenger hunt? You mean Uncle Ben’s?”
“Y-Yeah…what happened to it?”
“Well, you were in bed for the entire day and wouldn’t wake up, so you actually missed the whole thing,” he bluntly replied.
That can’t be true. You remembered walking down to the kitchen table and grabbing the envelope placed neatly on the dining table, which shocked you as you read the contents.
“Uncle Ben came up to check on you, though; he said it was fine to let you continue to sleep since you were probably exhausted with finals.”
No…this is just not making sense at all.
Wait.
“Kevin! Where’s Kevin?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as you grabbed your brother’s shoulders, shaking them vigorously.
Your brother stared at you as if a ghost had possessed you because the next thing that happened was that you immediately jumped out from your bed and dashed towards the front door.
You speed ran through your open gates right towards your neighbour’s front porch, banging on the door, not caring if you were creating a scene. You needed to know if he was doing alright and in one piece.
After a few seconds, the doorknob eventually turned and the door was opened. There stood your best friend, exactly like he was the day before when you went up to him to talk about the strange envelope Uncle Ben had left specifically just for you both.
Well, supposedly, at least.
It wasn’t unusual for you to come banging at Kevin’s door in the middle of the day, as you have done it multiple times. What he did not expect was that you would immediately dive into his embrace and begin sobbing into his sweater.
“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?”
You couldn’t even give him a proper answer as your tears poured profusely. You were glad to see that he was fine, still in one piece and unharmed.
“Thank God…THANK GOD KEVIN!!!!”
You were not budging an inch, and Kevin only did what he knew was best at the moment, returning the hug and slowly caressing your back as if to calm you down. He eventually rested his lips on your head, leaving you little kiss.
After what seemed like a couple of minutes resting in his embrace, you eventually pulled away and cupped his face with your palms, gently caressing his cheek as you looked at him lovingly.
“Kevin…promise me…you’re never leaving my sight again.”
He chuckled. “Why would I? Y/N, you know I would never—”
“Please, a little pinky promise?” You begged, and Kevin could never resist that little puppy doe eyes you have.
He smiled before he eventually leaned down and connected your lips with his. Your eyes widened upon the contact before you eventually eased into the kiss seconds later, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
When you both eventually broke off for some air, there was this surge of adrenaline within you, and you felt your face heat up quickly, causing you to duck your head down as you cupped both cheeks to cover up the redness away from the man.
Kevin could only laugh at that little sight. “Come on, Y/N. It’s not like I have not seen your iconic red-flushed-tomato-like face before.”
“It’s not iconic, and whatever that was wasn’t necessary at all,” you pouted.
He took a few moments just admiring how you looked before leaning down and resting his palm on your head. “That kiss is a promise that I’ll always be yours.”
“Even stronger than a pinky promise?”
“Absolutely.”
With that, you reconnected your lips with his warm ones again, trying to savour them as best as possible before leaning your forehead against his.
“Oh, Kevin. You truly are the best thing that has happened to me during Christmas this year.”
“Am I supposed to be flattered by that?” He teased.
You sulked for a bit before slapping him on the arm. “Obviously, silly.”
With a deep huff, you stretched out your arms before wrapping them back around Kevin’s arm, trying to drag him out of his house and head straight towards yours instead for a cup of hot cocoa.
“Say, why don’t we go find Uncle Ben? I’m sure he might have some other tricks to keep us occupied until unboxing night.”
As you tried your best to pull Kevin with you, you were stunned by him standing still at the front of your doorstep, staring at you with a straight face.
“Kevin? Is everything alright?”
There was this odd ten-second silence before Kevin eventually spoke up, which actually sent chills down your spine.
“I’m afraid that Uncle Ben will not be coming anytime soon, sweetheart.”
Within a swift motion, Kevin pulled you vigorously back into his embrace, locking you tight with his arms. You then noticed how his demeanour began to change and was completely different from before.
You began to panic, shivering even, as you looked into his now-turning hollow eyes.
“W-What are you talking about?”
“That little nightmare you had was a reality, princess. Your little Uncle Ben has been trying his best to warn you all these years, and who would’ve thought he would actually get you to head towards the murder site yourself to crack open the case.”
“K-Kevin…you’re scaring me…” you began pushing yourself away, but it seemed that his grip had then gotten a lot tighter, which was when you began to feel the pain that was slowly travelling across your whole body.
“Let me tell you a little story, Y/N. A long time ago, a certain group used to think Christmas was all sparkly and bright. But what if I told you that things would never be the same? That the people around them now think that Christmas is a nightmare. After all, a sparkly Christmas can only happen if there is a drop of blood, right? I think that’s enough for you to figure things out, no?”
It was. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you knew exactly what he meant.
Not only was Kevin your Christmas, but he was also your Nightmare.
Just like that, he slowly began leaning down as he pushed your hair on your shoulders towards the other side, leaving a clear opening for him to start rubbing your sensitive skin as he leaned down slowly to the point that his lips brushed against them.
“From now on, I’ll always be your Nightmare Before Christmas.”
A/N: a lil belated spooky Christmas to yall 😚
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You said you could write a whole essay on the design choses of P1 and P2, could I see that? 👀
time has come and so have i 😈
(and english isnt englishing gonna use translator ahaha sry)
First, i wanted to express their difference between one of them is alive, which is p1, while the other is already dead man walking (p2)
For i used p2 - cold tones, like a corpse , for p1 - warmer colour palette
and also them being blue coded bitch and red coded bitch. y'know)
speaking of p2. I like to portray him more dead than alive as i said before. he is pale cadaverous in colour with spreading acrocyanosis (blue fingers, nose and ears). because of this, his hands, his skin, his entire being are cold. don't even try to warm him up. it's useless. he shot himself and the gaping hole in his skull wont stop bleeding, and all his body functions have slowed down significantly. that's why the wound doesn't heal.
the racoon eyes symptom (reaaally dark circles under the eyes) and intraocular hemorrhage (which isn't there, just slightly red eyes instead) are appears in patients with skull fractures and i think gunshot wound also matches the description.
also empty lifeless look in faded-green eyes.
p2's nose and goatee are more spikey and straight bc i feel him more sharp-shaped than p1. p2 is like an explosion havoc and spikes 💥💥💥 he WILL show with all his appearance that he is a thorn and dont touch him ot you are dead, BUT he isnt shy, or meek, or sissy and etc. it's hard NOT TO notice him. yes he IS dry, but he likes to annoy people by his existence and the bullet damaged his brains so this also will act up sometimes. Thats why his pose with gun is open with a maniacal smirk. He will shoot u for fun lmao.
I gave him earrings and grown hair just bc i wanted to. no hidden meanings in there
And honorable mention. his pin is dead too
P1 NOW
his palette is warmer because he is alive. fiery red hair gives an even more dangerous look (like a fly agaric). disterssed black nail polish bc he is the one who is listening to alt nu metal music. imo he would paint his nails.
his eyes sparkle with hatred and madness if u look REAALY CLOOSE ((and same is on my the fiiirst art of him))
okay, we zoomed too close. Now you can see his asymmetrical glasses, they give him an even more absurd and virulent look. Something that acts on our subcortex of consciousness and tells us that something is wrong. (aaand i forgor abt p2's sunglasses ooop💀)
p1 appearance isnt too sharp-shaped bc for me. for me. his isnt an explosion like p2. p1 is a predator that will wait for you for HOURS. no sudden movements, everything is precisely calculated. His world is a havoc, but he is the one who will solve this problem. He wont spoil anything in seconds. thats why his posture is closed and strict as opposed to p2. u seee.. they are the opposites.... oooo
his gaze is heavy, he looks at everyone with disgust and distrust. medium-thick eyebrows only add heaviness, unlike p2, his eyebrows are thiiin. p1 is SICK of everyone's bullshit to be honest.
Turtleneck turtleneck... I just like turtlenecks and also character must have a wardrobe with different clothes in it, right?
oh and ofc. their crosses. i explained it here
and for the ending AS I MENTIONED BEFOOOORE i gave p1 klayton's (the one w red mohawk) facial traits ON PURPOSE. but for p2... for him i unconsciously gave blue stahli's facial traits (pink one) and when i relized it it was kindaaa eye-opening SJDHFSKJD. circle is closed now. also check out their music its sooo sick i cant
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On this day; September 10th 1898, Empress Elisabeth of Austria was assassinated by Italian anarchist Luigi Lucheni in Geneva Switzerland.
On September 10th at 1:35 pm the Empress and Countess Irma Sztaray, her lady in waiting leave the hotel. All the other staff in service of Elisabeth has already left Geneva by train, and stubborn as she is, Elisabeth refused to take bodyguards with her.
[Anarchist Luigi Lucheni] approached the ladies when they walk by and acts as if he stumbles and falls against Elisabeth, stabbing her with a sharpened needle file. Elisabeths falls down, but is helped up again by a coach driver and she and the countess continue to walk to the gangway and board the ship. Elisabeth even talks to the countess, saying that Luigi perhaps tried to steal her watch. She nor any of the bystanders, realize that she is stabbed. Luigi did not miss, his file punctured the body of the empress for 8.5 cm, broke the fourth rib, pierced the lung and penetrated the heart fully. The fact that Elisabeth could get up and walk on is first of all due to the good shape Elisabeth is in.
Empress Elisabeth faints for the first time when on board of the ship. She comes to again, probably because the new blood flow that reaches her brain because of her horizontal position as she is now laying down. She asks the countess what has happened, still no [idea] of her situation. Only after opening of the corset by the countess, causing the blood reserve to spread over the rest of the body, the empress faints for the second and last time.
Countess Sztaray than sees the small blood stain on Sisi’s breast and raises the alarm. The captain of the boat, Captain Roux, is made aware of the identity of the fainted lady and immediatley turns the boat around towards the landing stage in front of the Hotel Beau-Rivage. A stretcher is improvised from sails and peddles and six boatmen carry the empress back to her hotel room.
To check if the Empress is still alive Dr. Mayer makes a small incision in Sissi's arm, but there is no blood flow, and the Empress is pronounced dead at 2:20, September 10th, 1898. The priest that arrived together with the doctors is too late to grant her absolution.
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sitd snips - rush
Moira Hart is in so much shit.
The gun is still smoking and one of her bosses is dead and the other one is definitely going to kill her as soon as he finds out and she needs to be running but all she can do is stare at the slowly spreading pool of blood along the floor. Stare and think about how she really should have asked more questions before accepting a front desk position that didn’t request any form of ID and required her to carry a loaded gun around—but she was desperate and the pay was good.
And now one of her two very volatile bosses is dead on the floor.
She doesn’t know if this is Anthony or Milo. She’s never been able to tell. They’re fucking twins. They should color code or something.
Where had the kid run off to?
He was bleeding pretty bad and—
One of her bosses is dead on the floor.
Right.
Right.
She should be running.
She should be running but the door to the main hall slams open and the gun in her hands is raising again and she’s thinking less than she should be and—
—Shit has that guy been shot already?
“Wait!” He’s got his hands up in surrender before he’s all the way through the door, “Please—we just—oh fucking hell!”
And he’s noticed her dead boss.
Anthony.
Or Milo.
It doesn’t matter.
“Move and you go just like him.” Moira growls, grateful the panic has her voice dying and low. “Who the fuck are you?”
But there are already more faces peering around the door—more kids—jesus fucking christ.
“I think,” the guy says, slowly dropping his hands, eyes not leaving the corpse “we are on the same side.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Yup.” He’s still not looked back up. “Sarah take everyone else outside.”
“I’m not leaving you—” It’s a blonde girl who speaks, no older than fourteen or fifteen. Still, older than most of the people behind her.
“—wasn’t a suggestion sissy, I’ll be right behind you. And so will—” He finally looks back at her,
“—Moira.” She says, finally lowering the gun until it’s pointed at the floor again. Very nearly still pointed at Anthony-or-Milo. “Why are you looking at him like that?”
“Because I was really sure I’d killed him already.”
Shit.
Fucking shit.
Both Moira Hart’s bosses are dead.
“You’re bleeding.” She says again, because the spreading stain of bright red creeping from the guy’s stomach is hard to look away from and she’s pretty sure this is what shock feels like.
He shrugs.
Is she dreaming?
Was she too slow?
Is she the one dead on the floor and this is just some kind of messed up hallucination as her brain spasms itself to oblivion?
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I am. So tired.
Brain dead
Exhausted
Anxiety (attack? I think? Maybe?)
I did eat but i think i need more food (dont wanna)
On the plus side i finished prezzie for sissy and started my next crochet project (prezzie for my dear brother although if its Christmas or not depends on when i can finish it lol)
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So @guinguin1984 it’s a first. I wrote my 100 word galladrabble and had to make it a ficlet.
Liam heard the door slam.
"Lily," Mickey followed his furious daughter to the kitchen.
"What happened, sissy?" Liam tried not to laugh. He watched Ian slink in, trying not to catch his daughter's ire.
"Captain Goes Off Half-Cocked happened."
She tossed a pot holder at Ian.
“Aye, Mister Condone. You are still on the mad at you list. I know you saw this coming. 35 years, Daddy, after 35 years, you two can see into each other's brains practically.”
Ian sat back on the counter and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Liam sympathized and handed his dad a pity Pepsi. Yeah, they all admitted it. The three men in the Gallagher household were sometimes too overprotective of Lily. The wrath of the petite redhead was blended with a stubborn streak. Once, at 4, she went five days without saying a word to Papa or Daddy for not letting her drink from the “dirty“ garden hose.
She opened the fridge, grabbed it, and drank milk from the carton, very unlike her. Then she shook her finger at an embarrassed Mickey.
"Papa saw us outside the movie theater and followed us in. Stalked us from the back row. I leaned my head on AJ's shoulder and heard, "Over my dead body, I can snap a neck and do a stint in Statesville again!
Then, as he rushed the aisle, he knocked over a nice youth pastor, but luckily not his pregnant wife. After he realized he messed up,the theater was treated to him being escorted out by three ushers.”
“Fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you may have been yelled, according to Carl, who took the complaint.“ Ian stated it with a hint of glee in his voice.
Liam looked confused.
"Isn't AJ your bestie, not a date? Like the annoying sleepover person that you both play Taylor Smith over and over? I may have missed something by being away at school. I miss your hourly gossip shares, but isn’t AJ dating Noah?“
"Yep, one and the same.”
Liam looked at Pop, who was trying to hide from the firestorm..
“Pop, how did you think AJ was a guy?”
Silence
Lily tossed her hands in the air as both Ian and Mickey made eye contact. By silent agreement, they were sucking up their hate of frufru brunches and taking Lily in the morning.
“Oh, so now you practice silence, papa.” Her face scrunched in frustration.
“She was wearing a beanie." Lily folded her arms and explained to her brother.
Liam could not help the strangled giggle. “To be fair, Lily, it’s not the worst he has done.“
“OMG, Liam, you always take their side.“ He was about to correct her, but those raging blues stopped him. “I am your little sister, ugh.”
She whirled at her dads .
“And you two! I am going to my room. Try not to think he is a bad boy trying something and SHIV sneaky bastard by accident.“
All three held their breath as she stomped down the hall and slammed her door.
Liam looked at a relieved but blushing Mickey and smiled. "So, what was the movie, Pop?"
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The barbie movie kind of says a lot without really intending it.
By trying to do modern feminism while completely excluding any acknowledgment of people outside of the cishet boxes it inadvertently shows the limits of those things. When you make this many fiats you are always going to gate yourself out of meaningful conclusions.
I actually think Alan is an interesting character in this regard. Like, when he was on screen I constantly felt like the director was narrowly holding herself back from calling him a tranny or at least a sissy.
They establish a gender binary that is very clear. They establish one person outside of this binary. They spend the rest of the movie mocking him and making him miserable, and giving no resolution to this. Laugh at this miserable creature who has been called a man but has no interest in association with masculinity.
The movie will stop dead in its tracks to tell its male lead his feelings are valid and important and that it is very sorry and that the (cis) men in the audience should feel okay about all of it, but to the pathetic creatures outside the dichotomy? Nothing but loathing.
Anyway I didn't expect any better from a toy commercial that I got dragged to see but I had to get words out of my brain
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So many lists have dead links. So many favorites just when *poof* This is a list of my favorite vids that are still working…for now!
Which is your fav? Let me know in DM. ENJOY!!!
Amazing Sissy Video (A fav…cum on i like it like it like it!)
Be A Little Sissy Faggot
Birthday Cake
Black And Bareback
Broken Limp Bimbos Hypno
Broken Limp Clitty Maker 3
Broken Limp Clitty Sissy Hypno Trainer
Cum Whore 3
Deepslutpuppy - 06 Britney Spears Cum Trainer - [No Captions] (never get tired of this one)
Do Me Like That
Don't Think, Slut (brainz? What brainz??)
Emperorhypnos - Sissy Maker Iii
Gimme More
Girlfriend (This one plays over and over in my sissy brain!)
Gynodrome Sissy Life 1 (U can just feel the longing)
Hentai Sissy Hypno - Submit To Cock
He Rules Your World, Sissy Hypno PMV (oh yes DADDY, YOU totally do!!)
His#1 Sissies Wanna Go Get Some
His#6 Made To Suck Cock
His#7 Control
How You Love Me ©
HypnoTraining A Young Sissy Slut
I’m Your (Sissy) Hooker PM
Kissyourman (Just Kissing…A fav of mine)
Material Sissy Girl
Pansexual Sissy Slut Cam Whore Hypno Edging Trainer One
Permanent Sissification
Positive Feminization Trainer
Sex Has Made You Stupid (well….duhhh!)
Shemale Desire 11
Sissy Candy Shop
Sissy Hypno 2
Sissy Hypno 4 (Sooo ready to have YOU take over control Daddy!)
Sissy Game
Sissies Love Cock
Sissy Love - Dress'in Up (Amateur Crossdresser PMV)
Sissy Love 1
Sissy Love 3
Sissy Sluts Get Down (we sure do!)
Sissy Trainers - Sienna Grace
Sissydestiny (HA HA HA HA!)
Sissymaker Part 2 (Joy of being a sissy slut!)
Soft And Limp Clitty Hypno
Submit To Alpha Males
Suck Fuck Reward Sissy Hypno Trainer (The sissy way of life in one hypno)
Take The Next Step
TS Love Disease C (Awesome mix of music and clips..sooo HOT)
This Is How You're Supposed To Treat Shemales (So true!)
Upskirt Bareback Teen
Worship Cocks Sissy
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I absolutely LOVE my role too! 😍
#sissifyme#sissy pantyhose#sissybimbo#feminization hypnosis#feminization kink#sissy goals#brain dead sissy#sissyhypno
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i was tagged by @gayfail, thanks love <333
name: vic (vici or vica (or any other nickname tbh, i love nicknames) is fine too tho!!)
pronouns: she/her
where do you call home: as in, where do i live? if so, germany, but i've never felt home anywhere lol
favourite animals: cats, sea otters, other smallish predators and owls (i could've basically copied & pasted your list damien agshdhjs)
cereal of choice: uhhh idk, i hardly ever eat cereals but every once in a while i crave nougat pillows because i loved those as a kid sooooooo much
are you a visual, auditory or kinesthetic learner: definitely preferably (and most quickly) kinesthetic, but visual is usually fine too. what NEVER works though is solely auditory, my brain can't hold that information for shit
first pet: a white persian cat named sissi (who was gifted to me by my aunt when i was a little baby), but i hardly remember anything about her
favourite scent: anything citrusy, rain, fire and so much more but i can't stand overly sweet or intense smells (like vanilla perfume), they give me headaches :/
do you believe in astrology: not really, no
how many playlists do you have: okay so i make a new playlist for every new month (i just put all the songs i listen to that month in there) and i've had spotify for a while now so... if i count all those i have over 50 playlists BUT if i don't count the monthly ones it's only like 14
sharpies or highlighters: highlighters, i LOVE highlighting stuff
songs that make you cry: dead sea by the lumineers, crashing by ryan pulford (and tons of others, i cry really easily when listening to music with lyrics that i resonate with tbh)
songs that make you happy: to noise making by hozier (!!!), sing by my chemical romance (!!!!!!)
do you write/draw/create: i'm a writer at heart but i haven't written in years because i somehow just can't anymore... i sure miss it though :)
no pressure tags: @michaelsheens @antiquesroadkill @theroysiblings @distortedlightbeam @burnhamandtilly @igbeh and whoever else sees this and wants to do this!!
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The novel I wrote when I was baked as fuck
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However, I have several reasons for disagreeing with this setniment. Mrrrrp is a rather controversial term that puts cats in a negative connotation, shining them in a light that really shouldn't be shined on to anybody in general imho. Secondly, accordingly to fellow english speakers such as myself, 'Mrrrp' lacks the proper grammatical structure according to mrrpmeowmeowpaws.org, AUGH, and my brain. I made this up. But anyway, yeah. I think mrrp is really offensive to the meow meow paws community, and i'm really not a fan of it being used in general. Sorry. I just had to get my thoughts out into the open. (edited)
Message #debates
- author’s note
Chapter ¡™¡™∂åß∂∫´˙∫å∫ß∂å. Butt sex with Jeremy.
Today Jeremy had gay butt sex today. H e was on top. I was on the bottom.
Big spoon and little spoon. We were getting it on like the big spoon and the little spoon.
It ws so ufcking intense. Bro.
I little spoon so good. I am subby sissy omega libtard bottom.
I love shit so much
He mows my lawn
I miss you so muc jeremy. I hope you wake up frm the coma soon. I know I heated on my wife for you
But baby I need you back
Your massive 9 foot long schlong caused me extensive organ failure
Becxause jeremy
Baby
Im a whale fucker
I fucked a whale
That's right
Jeremy's a fucking whale
He took his huge ufkcing whale dick and he put it inside
My asshole
God tier fictional insertion, like this
Jeremy what the fuck
How could you do that
He’s fucking
Dead
He
He died
Just like sangoo, from killing stalking
And sans undertale
He took his stupid fucking whale dick
And he died
Im so upset
I cant do this naymore
*jerks off one last time*
*at a*
*singularity*
goodbye jeremy
I loe you
Kill yourself
Abusive bitch
The end
End of book
Daniel
#whale#popular#i made this one microoft word i think#or google docs idk#imma be real im still high as fuck right now#This is fucking auwesome#fucky ou jeremt#you stupid butch#fuck you#abuse#i fucking hate jeremh#whale dick#death#major character death#coma#sangwoo#he's kind of like sangwoo#i think#yeah#yeah he is#killing stalking#whos that other guy#god tier fictional insertion
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Music to my Ears (Mario Movie prequel story)
(The reason why Luigi trusts Tony enough to talk to him in Rooftop Confessions, and the origin of the forehead touch)
Year: 1992.
Click
'I know there's pain…'
12-year-old Tony sat on the swing in the school playground. In his hands was a Walkman, the little machine whirring softly as the tape played.
'Why do you lock yourself up in these chains?'
He closed his eyes, blocking out the world as he took in the sweet harmonizing voices and the bright piano. He was lost in the song when a sharp shove knocked him out of the swing and onto the hard ground. Gasping, he cringed and looked up as the school bully ripped the headphones from his ears.
"What'cha listening to, wimp?"
Tony jumped up as the headphones were held up to the older boy's ear. He let out a laugh.
"You listen to sissy stuff!"
"Give it back! Please!"
He laughed again.
"It's mine now-oof!"
His laughter stopped as a fist to his face sent him reeling. Tony grabbed his prized items and ducked behind Arthur. His younger twin was panting, hands clinched into fists.
"Touch him again and you're dead." he threatened. The other, now well cowed, scrambled to his feet and took off. Arthur turned to his brother. "You okay?"
Tony nodded, clutching the Walkman and headphones to his chest. He looked sad. "Art, you're gonna get in trouble again."
"Pfft, so what? Nobody picks on my bro." Arthur said. The bell rang and Arthur put his arm around him. "C'mon, we got just enough time for you to hide that in your backpack before class."
Late that afternoon…
Tony put his headphones on and turned up the volume on the mixtape, trying to hide from the voices in the other room. Flute and drums floated around before the saxophone and electric guitar came in, filling his mind.
'Winding your way down on Baker Street.'
He clasped his hands over his ears, pressing the orange foam pads of the headphones as close as he could as the voices continued.
"Papa, he got into another scuffle, he can't keep doing this!" Giovanni said.
"I was trying to protect him!" Arthur argued back.
"He's the older one, he should protect you, and not by getting in trouble at school. You still have a bit of a black eye from last time!" Giovanni was exasperated.
Salvatore sighed deeply. "Go to your room for a bit my little trouble, let me talk with Gio for a while."
'And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything.'
Arthur sulked as he stomped down the hall and into the room he shared with Tony. There was a soft click as the Walkman was stopped.
"I told you you'd get in trouble." Tony said sadly. Arthur flopped dramatically over his brother's bed.
"It was worth it!" He looked at the Walkman. "Why'd you have your music out at school, anyway? Was it the math test?"
Tony nodded again. "I don't like numbers like you do, makes my head feel funny and then things just feel all wrong. Like when there's loud noises and storms." He looked at the Walkman, running his fingers over the buttons.
"Art?"
"Yeah?"
"I wish I could think like you do. I don't like it when my brain goes funny. I don't like being broken." he said softly. Arthur sat up and scooting close, took Tony's hands and leaned in, pressing their foreheads together.
"Don't say that. You're my best buddy, and you're not broken."
Year: 2013.
It was Thursday, the 4th of July, and Brooklyn was ready to celebrate. Up on the rooftop of one apartment building, picnic blankets and bbq grills were set up amongst the strings of party lights. In the distance, the lights of the Brooklyn Bridge twinkled their own celebration of red, white, and blue across the East River. As two men stood around one grill, their wives were nearby in lawn chairs, talking and laughing. The younger of the women was resting a hand over her swollen stomach.
"Babe, those burgers almost ready? Your girls are hungry." Marie joked. Arthur just chuckled. "Almost done!" he called over his shoulder. Giovanni just smiled at their little banter before glancing over at a nearby blanket. His own boys were seated on it and spread around them were playing cards with pictures of funny little creatures. Giovanni admitted he didn't understand their game, but he was glad to see both boys were out tonight. He couldn't help wondering if the younger one would stay out once the real party started. He got his answer as after dinner, the fireworks started.
At first Luigi seemed fine, holding back as Mario jumped up and ran to the railing as if he could get closer to the bright sparks of colorful light. He then went to Mario's side but grew more and more agitate as the show went on. When whistling rockets were fired off, he'd had enough and pulled away from Mario.
"I-I wanna g-go inside." he whimpered as he bolted for the rooftop door. Mario went to follow him but stopped at a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the understanding smile of his uncle Tony.
"It's okay Mario, you enjoy the show, I'll take care of Luigi."
Putting his trust in his uncle, the 12-year-old returned to watch the fireworks. Tony joined Marianna as she got up, and the two went back to their apartments.
"I wanna grab something and I'll be right over," Tony said as they parted ways in the hall.
A minute later he was at the bros apartment. Marianna was in the living room, checking in on Salvatore, who had wanted to stay in and watch TV. She glanced up as Tony peered around the corner. "Luigi's in his room." she said. Giving a nod, he headed down the hall and lightly knocked on the open bedroom door.
"Can I come in?" he asked the trembling lump under the green bedspread. The form moved around and Luigi's head popped out.
"Yeah." Luigi said softly.
Coming over, Tony sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't help notice the math test paper pinned to the pegboard beside his bed. Written on it was 'A+'.
"Hey, you aced your test! Proud of you."
Luigi crawled out from under the covers and sat up. "Thanks. Mario hates math but I kinda like it."
"Heh, you take after your uncle Art with that."
Luigi cringed, covering his ears as more fireworks went off, rattling the windows.
"You don't like loud noises, do you, kiddo?"
Luigi drew his legs up. "They make my head feel fuzzy, like everything's going too fast."
Tony let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I know the feeling. What do you usually do when the world goes too fast?"
"Mario helps, he puts his head against mine, like you and Uncle Art do together. But sometimes he can't, he's busy or sleeping and I don't wanna wake him up."
A lump formed in Tony's throat upon hearing the bros had picked up the twins' special comfort move.
"Sometimes my mind goes too fast too. You know what helps me when your Uncle Art isn't around?"
Luigi shook his head. He watched, curious, as Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device and wired earbuds. He held the earbuds out to Luigi.
"Put these in your ears, let's give this a try. Focus on the beat when it starts, follow the pattern it makes."
Luigi did as he was asked, and Tony turned on the device. Setting the volume to a mid-level, he clicked a few buttons and pressed 'play'.
Luigi froze as a beat filled his ears and guitar began thrumming, traveling through him. He closed his eyes as the vocals started.
'I saw your eyes
And you made me smile
For a little while
I was falling in love.'
After a moment, he pulled out one bud and looked up at Tony, eyes wide.
"Makes the fuzzy stop, doesn't it?" Tony asked. Luigi nodded.
"Can you show this to mom?" he asked. "I wanna ask for one."
Tony shook his head and placed the player in his hands. "It's yours. You keep that with you and use it when you need to block out the world, okay? We can put more music on it, any song you want."
Luigi crawled fully out from under the covers and sitting next to him, hugged him.
"Thanks, Uncle Tony."
"Anytime, kiddo. You ever need anything; you can always come to me."
Time: 2022
Luigi slipped away to an empty room. He and Mario were working with the rest of Spike's wrecking crew to tear apart an old office building, and Spike had been yelling at various crew members all day. When not yelling, he was laughing and talking loudly, and Luigi was beginning to feel that familiar rushing sensation in his mind. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his phone and a set of earbuds and tapped the screen. His eyes closed and he let out a shuddering sigh of relief as a mix of strumming and fluttering guitar gave him something to focus on. 'Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet.'
He glanced fondly down at the phone, a smile playing at his lips.
"Thanks, Uncle Tony." he said softly.
By "CC"
#fanfic#luigi#mario#mario movie#super mario bros#uncle tony#uncle arthur#autism spectrum#music for comfort#long post
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Vintage disillusionment Dean and Cas using break up language way too early and just being mean-spirited and gloriously catty to one another:
4x22
CASTIEL: I do that, we will all be hunted. We'll all be killed.
DEAN: If there is anything worth dying for... this is it. (CASTIEL shakes his head and looks down) You spineless... (DEAN turns and walks away) …soulless son of a bitch. What do you care about dying? You're already dead. We're done.
CASTIEL: Dean --
DEAN: We're done!
DEAN turns to look behind him, but CASTIEL has disappeared.
///
5x18
DEAN: Well, that's insane.
CASTIEL: Not necessarily. Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean
DEAN: Well you gotta be kidding me.
SAM: Why would they do this?
CASTIEL: Maybe they're desperate. Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them.
DEAN: Alright, you know what? Blow me, Cas.
///
DEAN: We're working on "the power of love.”
ADAM: How's that going?
DEAN: Mmm. Not good.
///
DEAN: Well, Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that…I got laid.
///
CASTIEL: Dean? Dean?
DEAN: Cas.
DEAN has an angel banishing sigil drawn on the inside of a cabinet. He presses his hand to it, sending CASTIEL away screaming. DEAN escapes.
///
CASTIEL touches the PREACHER and he falls to the ground, unconscious. He drags DEAN into the nearby alley and beats him up.
DEAN: What, are you crazy?
CASTIEL: I rebelled for this?! So that you could surrender to them?
DEAN: Cas! Please!
CASTIEL: I gave everything for you. And this is what you give to me.
DEAN: Do it. Just do it!
CASTIEL unclenches his fist and touches DEAN’s shoulder, knocking him out.
///
SAM: Tell me again why you don’t just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there.
CASTIEL: Because there are at least five angels in there.
DEAN: So? You’re fast.
CASTIEL: They’re faster.
CASTIEL takes off his tie and wraps it around his palm.
CASTIEL: I’ll clear them out. You two grab the boy. This is our only chance.
DEAN: Whoa, wait. You’re gonna take on five angels?
CASTIEL: Yes.
DEAN: Isn’t that suicide?
CASTIEL: Maybe it is. But then I won’t have to watch you fail. I’m sorry, Dean. I don’t have the same faith in you that Sam does.
///
5x20
DEAN We all thought you were Dead. Where the hell are you, man?
(cut to Castiel in a hospital bed)
CASTIEL: A hospital.
DEAN: Are you okay?
CASTIEL: No.
DEAN: You want to elaborate?
CASTIEL: I just woke up here. The doctors were fairly surprised. They thought I was brain-dead.
CASTIEL: I can't "zap" anywhere.
DEAN: What do you mean?
CASTIEL: You could say my batteries are -- are drained.
DEAN: What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo?
CASTIEL: I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly...
DEAN: Human. Wow. Sorry.
CASTIEL: Well, my point is -- I can't go anywhere without money for...an airplane ride. And food. And more pain medication, ideally.
DEAN: All right. Well, look, no worries. Uh, Bobby's here. He'll wire you the cash.
CASTIEL: Dean, wait.
BOBBY: I will?
CASTIEL: You said "no" to Michael. I owe you an apology.
DEAN Cas...I-it's okay.
CASTIEL: You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be.
DEAN: Thank you. I appreciate that.
CASTIEL: You're welcome.
///
CASTIEL: It's starting.
DEAN: Yeah, you think, genius?
CASTIEL: You don't have to be mean.
DEAN: So what do we do now?
CASTIEL: I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... Just wait for the inevitable blast wave.
DEAN: Yeah, swell. Thank you, Bukowski. I-I mean, how do we stop it?
CASTIEL: We don't. Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins.
DEAN: Okay, well, where's this chosen field?
CASTIEL: I don't know.
DEAN: Well, there's got to be something that we can do.
CASTIEL: I'm sorry, Dean. This is over.
DEAN: You listen to me, you junkless sissy – we are not giving up! Bobby? Bobby?
BOBBY: There was never much hope to begin with. I don't know what to do.
///
DEAN: So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?
CASTIEL: I like that. Yeah. I suppose I am.
DEAN: Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you're his bitch again.
CASTIEL: I don't know what God wants. I don't know if he'll even return. It just... seems like the right thing to do.
DEAN: Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next.
CASTIEL: You're angry.
DEAN: That's an understatement.
CASTIEL: He helped. Maybe even more than we realize.
DEAN: That's easy for you to say. He brought you back. But what about Sam? What about me, huh? Where's my grand prize? All I got is my brother in a hole!
CASTIEL: You got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?
When DEAN looks over, CASTIEL is gone.
DEAN: Well, you really suck at goodbyes, you know that?
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End of My World
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy
Summary: After almost ending the world/universe three times, Reginald Hargreeves finally inadvertently got what he wanted. Viktor is now terrified of his powers and would quite literally do anything to keep them from coming back.
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt (failed), medical trauma, mentions of sibling death, mentions of substance abuse, addiction recovery, and depression
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Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves & Everyone
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TRIGGER WARNING: The following fanfiction graphically depicts the after effects of a failed suicide attempt and goes into detail about the reasoning behind the suicide attempt. If these things could trigger you, please continue with caution.
A/N: I had the idea of Viktor absolutely freaking out if his powers were to return to him after the season finale of season 03, especially if everyone else has settled into their lives and is happy now. There also aren't a lot of Viktor angst fics, so I decided that I was going to add my own. This is kind of based off of my experiences with depression, which is why it might not match up with typical experience depicted in content. There's some good hurt/comfort mixed in here, so I hope it turns out good. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3
End of My World
An Umbrella Academy Fanfiction
A Viktor Hargreeves-Centric Fanfiction
By Sissytobitch10seconds
"Am I speaking to Klaus Katz?"
"Yes, who is this?" Klaus asked. He couldn't help the smile that fell over his face at hearing that name. In the new timeline, a lot of them had renamed themselves to escape the 'Hargreeves' branding all over The City where they had appeared. Sloane and Ben had chosen Sparrow, Allison was already Chestnut, and Five had gotten to pick a whole name for himself. Luther and Diego had taken the name of the women that they married. Klaus had chosen his mother's name, Herschsberger, until he got married to Dave, who happened to be transported forward like Raymond had for Allison.
"I'm calling from Benika Memorial Hospital. You were listed as Viktor Skripka's emergency contact. Is that right?" the woman on the other end asked.
He felt his stomach drop out from beneath him. He reached out to the form of his napping husband next to him. His heart was beating up in his throat as he felt a shock of anxiety unlike he had in years. Dave jerked awake and gave him a worried look just as Klaus answered, "Yeah. I didn't know that I was his emergency contact but I am his brother."
"I'm sorry to say this, but there's been an accident. Your brother has been admitted to the hospital," the woman said. Her voice did earnestly sound sorry for him, not that his brain was really registering it. Part of him hated her because she was delivering the news of what could be a tragedy to him. He was grounded by the feeling of Dave's hand clutching his arm in reassurance.
"Wh-what kind of accident?" he asked worriedly.
"I'm afraid that I can't disclose medical details over the phone," she said. "But we need you to come to the hospital anyway, there's certain medical questions we have to ask since at the moment Viktor is incapable of answering them himself."
"Alright, of course. I'll be there right away," Klaus said before the other line went dead as the woman hung up. He glanced over at his husband, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.
Dave sat up, immediately more awake now that he could see how distressed his lover was. "Baby, what's going on? Where are you going?"
Klaus slipped off of the bed and began to dig through the piles of clothes around their room from doing laundry the night before. "I have to go to the hospital, one of my brothers apparently had an accident. And he's either not conscious or not coherent enough to answer questions," he said. He pulled on one of Dave's t-shirts, which hung loosely off his frame in a way that he and his husband would have liked to explore had the situation not been what it was.
"Where do you have to go then?" he slipped off of the bed and began to find some relatively presentable clothes for himself. "If it's far then we're going to have to pack."
The ex-superhero shook his head as he tugged on a pair of pants and began to search for two matching shoes. "We don't have to pack anything. It's at Benika Memorial, in town."
"Isn't your brother married? Why would he put you down as his emergency contact?" Dave asked, brows furrowing together in confusion.
Klaus paused for a moment and let his shoulders sag. He pressed his hands over his face for a moment as he tried to push back all the memories of his siblings being hurt (and Ben dying) out of his mind to explain the situation to his husband. "Diego and Lila got married specifically so that they could have easier hospital and custody access, so they wouldn't be calling me. However, I have another brother in The City that you never met. His name is Viktor."
It took a second but the blond nodded in understanding. "Alright, Benika Memorial here we come."
"Thanks for being willing to come with me," Klaus murmured as he pressed a kiss to his husband's cheek. He hadn't told him everything about his past as he was pretty sure that if he did then they wouldn't have even got past the first real date, let alone a year into marriage. Dave did, however, know the majority of the things that had happened, including the fact that he had basically watched one of his brothers die.
"Of course, my love," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to Klaus' forehead. For a moment it felt like they were back in the first timeline, back in Vietnam when they first fell in love with each other. Of course, Dave didn't remember that time but Klaus still looked back on those memories of their moments as if they were his most treasured possessions.
They finished getting ready before they hurried out of their apartment down to where their car was parked along the street. Klaus was eerily quiet as they merged into traffic and went towards the hospital. Memories of Ben, beaten and bloody and whimpering, kept flashing through his mind despite the fact that it had been almost fifteen years to the dot. The dead-raiser leaned his head against the cool glass of the window to try and sooth the anxiety-induced flush in his face. He could feel his palms sweating and he was shaking just a bit like when he went to rehab and had withdrawals. He shuddered when the huge white walls of the hospital came into view, treasuring the moments that they spent in the parking lot outside while looking for a spot. As they walked towards the general admittance doors, Dave reached over so that he was holding his husband's hand in an attempt to reassure him.
They had to wait while other family members that had arrived before him walked up to the receptionist to ask after their loved ones. Klaus picked at the dog tags that still hung from his neck to try and soothe his nerves. He walked up to the desk once it was finally their turn, giving the kind looking man sitting behind the desk a wary smile. "Hi, I'm the family of Viktor Spripka."
"Right," he nodded as he tapped the name into the database on his computer. "Klaus Katz?"
"That's me," he nodded.
"You need to go up to the surgical floor. It's floor three, and then the receptionist up there can direct you to his doctor," he said, pointing towards the stairs and elevator.
Klaus nodded and then nearly dragged his husband in that direction with his desperation to get to his brother. He was still playing with the dogtags as they rode the elevator up to the surgical floor. The second receptionist sent one of the surgical residents to bring them to Viktor's room. Each step that they took added another weight to his chest. He could hear the ghosts of people that had recently passed away so hadn't yet found their way out and hospital staff that were comfortable there. The ghosts had only started reappearing a few weeks ago, but his powers were steadily returning to him. The buzzing of his power in his ears and the anxiety over his brother's condition were making it really hard to pay attention to where the resident was leading them. She turned and then pressed the door open so that they could both walk in.
He felt his heart skip a beat and his stomach sink down into the bottom of his gut when he saw the figure of his brother. Viktor had always been small, even when they were all little kids, but he looked like a child as he laid in the huge hospital bed. He was hooked up to several monitors and had two IVs, one for fluids and the other for blood. He also had a respirator hooked up to his mouth instead of the standard oxygen. He had bandages wrapped around the majority of his arms and around his neck.
"The doctor should be in to discuss his case with you in a moment," the resident explained softly as she let the door slip shut behind her.
Dave glanced at his husband after making sure that the resident doctor had really gone. He was able to grab a chair and place it underneath Klaus just as he began to collapse. Klaus placed one hand over his mouth for just a moment before he reached out and clasped Viktor's hand in his own. "Oh Viktor. What happened to you?"
They waited in silence, Klaus clutching his brother's hands and glancing between his face and his monitors to make sure that he was alive. Dave hovered behind his husband while trying to figure out what he was supposed to do in this kind of a situation.
The door opened as someone knocked on the frame. They both looked up to see someone wearing dark gray scrubs with a white lab coat. Behind her was a woman that looked oddly familiar, not that Klaus was in the right state of mind to place who she was. "Hi, I'm Dr. Lorem. I'm your brother's surgeon. This is Detective Patch, she's going to have to ask you a couple questions."
"Was Viktor involved in a crime?" Klaus asked, his head snapping up to stare at them both.
"That's what we're trying to figure out. I was called to do a wellness check on your brother earlier today and when I showed up," she paused and winced. "This might be a little hard to hear but I do have to disclose this part of the case so you can give me the answers that I need. I found him with his throat and arms covered in deep lacerations," Patch explained.
Dr. Lorem chimed in then, "Before Office Patch has the chance to ask you anything about the case I do want to explain a bit of his situation to you and hopefully assuage some fears. When he came to us he had lost a lot of blood. The EMTs had tried their best to pack the wounds on his neck and arms but his blood pressure was too weak since his heart had barely anything to pump around his body. He did code while our trauma team worked on getting his wounds to actually stop bleeding, but we were able to get him back with minimal drugs and CPR. The laceration on his neck was deep enough that it injured his airway so we had to intubate him. Hopefully in the next couple of days we can wean him off of it. We did have to do surgery to close a couple of the cuts because they were so deep. If you have questions about that then I can introduce you to our venous and plastic specialists who helped assist me in the surgery. We also had to pump his stomach since his body was having a negative reaction to some of the substances that he ingested, which is one of the questions I needed to ask you about. For now, what you really need to take away from this is that your brother is okay. He's struggling and he's got a long road ahead of him, but he is stable and recovering."
Klaus felt his shoulders sag a little bit when the end of the doctor's speech finally sunk in. "He's okay, he's okay," he murmured as he leaned into the touch of his husband. Dave had begun to rub soothing circles in between his shoulders to try and keep his nerves at bay while they took in the information from the doctor. He then turned his head up towards the ceiling, blinking away his tears before he looked back to the two women. "Alright. You had questions for me and I'm Viktor's emergency contact, so I can answer them," he felt a small swell of pride as he realized that his brother had listed him out of all of their siblings to be his next of kin.
"First things first, with the medical questions," Dr. Lorem said. "Does your brother take any medications, or has he been known to abuse substances in the past?"
The recovering addict had to stop himself from laughing inappropriately at the question. "For the majority of his life he was on anti-anxiety mood suppressants that didn't mix well with other substances so he didn't even take any other types of strong medication until he went off of them two years ago. I think he drinks, but he doesn't do hard drugs."
"Does Viktor have any allergies that you know of?" she asked next after noting it on the electronic chart in her hands.
"No, he lucked out on that one," Klaus forced a small smile.
"Is there anything else that you think we should know when it comes to his medical history? Feel free to give me any information that pops into your mind. I'm trained on how to sort through that kind of thing," she chuckled comfortingly.
Klaus went quiet for a bit as he let the sound of the respirator and the beeping of Viktor's heart monitor soothe the nerves bubbling up in his gut. "Uh, he’s about two years into his transition. I know he takes testosterone shots and he got top surgery a year ago. Other than that I don't know anything else about his medical history," he shrugged. "He never got sick or had any major injuries when we were kids. Oh, wait. About two years ago he, uh, got in a couple of fights we never got checked out for. He might have had some concussions and dislocations."
Dr. Lorem's mouth went small for a moment before she nodded in understanding. "As a doctor I'm going to have to gently reprimand you for not bringing your brother to the doctor when you should have. It never hurts to get checked out when you think something might be wrong."
"Right," he nodded. If they had been able to, he would have dragged all his siblings to the infirmary to get checked out every time they so much as stubbed their toes. After watching Ben die in the Jennifer Incident he had always had the impulse to be overprotective over them, but he had held himself back with the self-control he never extended to his addictions.
"I'll leave Detective Patch to ask her questions now. If you need me, let the nurses know and they'll page me," she gave them a kind smile as she got up and left the room.
Klaus took a couple of deep breaths before he ran a hand through his thick curls. Dave gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, which helped settle his nerves even further. It was like there were only a few things that were grounding him and every time they receded even a little bit the anxiety would spring viciously back to life.
Detective Patch drew up one of the plastic chairs on the other side of the bed from Klaus and Dave. "So one of your brother's students called the station today to ask for a wellness check because he hadn't shown up to a couple of the meetings that he agreed to. When I got there I found him and had to perform what first aid I knew before the EMTs arrived. I did have to force my way in because I wasn't getting a response and his neighbors were also worried. I have two sets of questions I need to ask you, alright?"
"Okay," Klaus nodded weakly. Having to deal with the ghosts was taking a toll on his mental health because he was sleeping less. The anxiety and worry for his brother was only serving to make him more exhausted, but he knew he had to push himself to help Viktor.
"Let me know if at any point you need to stop. I can always come back or you can come to the police station to finish giving us the information we need," Patch said kindly. She then cleared her throat as she started her questioning, "I noticed that you brother is trans. Did he ever talk about having any coworkers or neighbors that might want to hurt him? Someone close enough to him to know where he lives."
"He's never mentioned anything like that. The school he works at is very progressive and if his coworkers don't like his identity they don't really talk about it," Klaus shook his head. Viktor had only mentioned his school in passing and he was always talking about how much he loved his students or being able to pick what he wanted to play. "He doesn't know anyone that intimately in his orchestra. Not enough for them to break into his home and hurt him."
"Okay," Patch nodded. "Now, I hate to bring this up but the wounds that your brother was brought in with were congruent with that of someone that might have tried to take their own life. Has Viktor ever shown any suicidal tendencies or mentioned anything about not wanting to be around anymore?"
He felt his heart sink into his stomach and a shock of panic rush through him. Viktor had been isolated from them his entire life and then again when they arrived in their new timeline and chose to go their separate ways. He had been so wrapped up in getting to Dave again that he hadn't even thought about how his brother must have felt. "I… I don't know. He's never mentioned anything like that to me but it's not completely out of the question for him to… to have tried to… kill himself." It was like the words were being slowly pulled from him with a string, forcing their way out of his throat and past his lips despite his objections.
"Alright. We'll keep looking into his case but unfortunately if he was attacked there's very little that we can do until he wakes up," the detective explained. "Feel free to call the police department and ask for me if you need to, alright?"
"Of course, Detective Patch," Dave answered for his husband. The officer allowed herself out of the room after giving her work number to the aforementioned man. They were once again left alone in the room with Viktor, so Dave gave his husband a few minutes to process everything that had happened. "My love, don't you think that we should contact your other siblings to tell them what happened? Viktor is their brother too."
"Right, right. You're right," Klaus sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face. He grabbed his phone and flicked to the sibling that had been closest to Viktor before the whole debacle with the end of the universe had gone down.
The phone rang three times before Allison answered. "Hey Klaus! What's up?"
He leaned back in his chair, throwing his arm to where Dave was now sitting in another one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. Dave clutched his hand and rubbed his thumb over Klaus' knuckles soothingly, which was the only thing that gave the recovering addict the strength to do this. "I have some news," he sighed.
"News? Are you and Dave finally looking in to having a kid?" she nearly squealed.
In the background he could hear Raymond reading to Claire, who had turned into a fanatic reader after her step-father's entrance into her life. His heart ached like a stone in his chest as he realized that the news might ruin her wonderful day. "No. It's not good news, I'm afraid. Viktor- he's in the hospital."
"I didn't think that he was going to have another surgery. They were too expensive or something," Allison replied, sounding a little bit uninterested.
"No. Allison," Klaus nearly whined. What he wouldn't give for a hit of the morphine Viktor was getting through his IV. "He, um, he almost died. One of his students called a wellness check on him and the officer found him bleeding out on the floor. They don't know much about the case other than that."
"Oh," was the only thing that came from his sister for a good three minutes. "Is he… is he…"
He let his eyes fall closed and ignored the tear that streaked down his cheek because of it. This was going to be the hardest thing he had done since he clutched the body of his dying lover in his hands in the middle of a battlefield. "He's not dead. His surgeon said that he's got a long road ahead of him but he's recovering for now."
"Surgeon?" Allison almost shrieked. The light happy voices in the background died down immediately. "He had to have surgery?"
"It's not like this is his first time going under the knife but apparently he did code when he was in the ER," Klaus began to chew at his nails to try and satisfy the urge to go and numb himself with whatever opioids this hospital had stocked.
He could practically see his sister's eyes widening as he spoke. She took in a sharp breath as she whispered, "Oh my God. Our brother was dead, Klaus."
"Not the first time that's happened," he shuddered as he remembered the blood soaked rug in the White Buffalo Suite and Six's (which is what they had taken to calling the Ben from their original universe) ripped up body. His bones and joints ached as he remembered all of the times that he had died during his training as well.
"Yeah, but we're not supposed to be fighting big scary shit anymore. We're just supposed to be living our lives. Viktor's a teacher for God's sake," Allison scoffed. "He probably has the safest job out of all of us."
Klaus bit the edges of his tongue as he tried to restrain himself. He couldn't keep the words back, finally saying, "He might be a teacher but he's still open about being trans at his school because it helps some of his high school age students."
Allison took in a shaky breath before she asked, "You think that this was a hate crime?"
"I don't know. Listen, I have to call and tell the others. I'll keep you updated on his condition if you want," he offered.
"That would be amazing. I'm going to book a flight out there as soon as I can so that I can help out. Do you think that he'd want to see me in the hospital or should I just… message him?" Klaus could almost see her pausing and her posture becoming awkward as she realized. Viktor and Allison hadn't quite made up since the (almost) end of the universe, even if they were back on speaking terms like they had been before his book in their original timeline.
The recovering addict took a moment to think. Dave's hand moved to take his own, grounding him again so that his thoughts were able to clear. "I think that he's going to need all of the support that he can get," he cleared his throat to stop himself from blurting out the other possibility that had caused Viktor's ailment.
"Okay. Keep me updated, please. I want to know everything, even the bad stuff," Allison said, her voice tight with worry.
"I will," he promised. He took a moment when the line went dead before he looked for the next sibling on his list. He wasn't looking forward to this phone call, not that he was looking forward to any of them.
"Diego speaking," the voice on the other end said immediately after the second ring on the phone.
Klaus winced as he could hear Chrysanthemum, Diego's eighteen-month-old, babbling close to the phone. He knew that the little girl most likely wouldn't be able to tell what they were talking about but she would recognize his voice and Viktor's name. "Hey Dee."
"Klaus, what's up?" his brother asked.
"Well, I have some pretty serious news," he glanced back towards the vitals of his injured brother to reassure himself that he wouldn't have to be delivering even worse news.
The other man went quiet for a moment. "You didn't relapse, did you?"
Klaus let out a little scoffing laugh. What he would give to be calling to have to admit that, however shameful it would be, instead of what he was actually calling to say. "No, but I have been thinking about it," Dave gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Viktor is in the hospital."
Just as he suspected, the name got a squeal from the little girl. "V! Uncle V!" Her words had gotten a lot clearer in the short amount of time that Klaus had been away from her. Despite himself, he felt a small smile tug itself across his face as he heard the adorable lisp.
"Mija, I need you to go find Mama," Diego said almost immediately. Klaus could hear some shuffling from the other end of the call as Diego passed his daughter off to her mother despite her protests about wanting to be held and be close to her uncles, even if it was through a call. As soon as she was away from the line, he asked, "What do you mean in the hospital?"
He rubbed his brow as he explained basically the same information he had given Allison. "But there's already a detective on the case."
"Shit, I think it was Eudora that got sent on that wellness check," Diego swore when he finally pieced the puzzle Klaus had given him together. The recovering addict felt his eyes widen as he realized that he had been speaking to his savior from another timeline, and that she was alive in this one. He had also forgotten that Diego also worked as an officer, though he was a beat cop right now, in the same precinct that would have been in charge of Viktor's neighborhood. "Don't worry. As much as I want to go and check it out for myself I won't. But I am going to ask if she has any details about Viktor's case when I go into work tomorrow. Is he awake?"
"No. I think he's sedated. They had to intubate him because he had a cut on his throat that hurt his airway or something," Klaus leaned his head so that it was resting on Dave's shoulder. The comfort he got from being in this close proximity to his husband was mixed with the reassurance of seeing his brother's chest rise and fall with each breath.
"Okay. Let me know when a good time to come and visit is. I'm going to tell Lila and figure out how to explain this to Chrys," Diego sighed.
"See you, Dee. I'll keep you updated," Klaus said just as his brother hung up. He took a moment to relax and not have to explain this to anyone else as he messaged Ben. The aforementioned Sparrow loathed talking on the phone and still acted aloof enough that he wasn't sure he should expend what little energy he had left on calling him to explain the situation. He was still their sibling and still deserved to know, however. After a moment of breathing, with Dave pressing kisses to his temple and the top of his head, he dialed Luther's number and then pressed the phone to his ear.
"Sparrow residence, this is Sloane speaking," the chipper voice of his sister-in-law cut through the ringing of the phone when the two lines connected.
He felt some of the tension in his shoulders drain away when he heard Sloane. While he hadn't spent a ton of time with her since they had all settled down in The City, he enjoyed talking with her more than he did his own adoptive sister. She was much kinder and even when she was upset, she always expressed her feelings by stating them out loud instead of having huge blow up fights like Allison did. She was much easier to talk to, probably the easiest person to talk to out of all of their siblings. "Hey Sloane. Is Luther there? I have some family news."
"We were actually in the middle of baking something for a work potluck. I can put you on speaker?" she offered.
"Yeah, that would probably work best," he sighed. He was going to have to tell Sloane as well, as she had gotten pretty close with Viktor as well. She was working in the same elementary school that Viktor worked at bi-weekly. She gave him the cue once she turned the speaker on and then set the phone down between herself and her husband. Klaus took a deep breath as he got ready to explain everything for the fourth time. "Alright. This might be hard to hear, but Viktor is in the hospital."
"Hospital? What happened?" Luther asked immediately.
"He had an accident. His wrists and throat were cut up pretty bad, he coded in the ER and then had to have surgery. He's sleeping right now," Klaus explained.
There was the sound of something dropping on the other end as Luther, predictably, froze while trying to process the information. "Oh my God. Is he going to be okay?" Sloane asked. He knew that she was going to be able to comfort his brother and help him deal with it all.
"The doctor said that he has a long road of recovery ahead but that he should be okay," Klaus nodded despite the fact that they couldn't see him. "I'll keep you guys updated. You're welcome to come and visit if you want, but it's pretty boring. And shocking. He's hooked up to a lot of shit."
"We'll be there to visit as soon as we can. It's going to take us a while to process all of this," Sloane replied. "Thank you for telling us Klaus. Be sure to let us know if anything happens."
He let out a small sigh when the call came to a close. "I will," he murmured as he hung up. The last person that he had to call was the person that he had been putting off since he had started informing the whole family. He rubbed his forehead with one hand after dropping Dave's while he searched for the last number. He dialed it and then pressed it to his ear as he let it ring.
"What do you want?" Five snapped when the call finally connected.
"Aww, is that any way to talk to your favorite brother?" Klaus cooed. It felt natural to slip into this kind of easy sniping back and forth despite the serious situation that they were in.
"You know very well that you are not my favorite brother," Five replied dryly.
"Mm, yes, we both know that's Luther," he clicked his tongue. "But I didn't call you to talk about family matters in that sense, dear brother of mine. I have news about Viktor."
"What about him?" came Five's immediate response. The poor man was constantly paranoid about another apocalypse or one of his siblings being hunted and killed by the Commission.
Klaus winced as he realized that he was delivering precisely the type of information that Five didn't want to ever have to deal with again. He leaned forward in his chair so that he was holding Viktor's hand while he spoke. "There was an accident and now Viktor is in the hospital."
"Which hospital?"
"Five, he's sedated right now. He had to have surgery and lost a lot of blood but he's stable. You don't have to come to the hospital and watch over him while he sleeps," he tried to joke like he had been before, but just couldn't bring himself to force the lightheartedness into his words.
"Which hospital, you asshat?" Five demanded.
He let out a small sigh of reluctance before he answered, "Benika Memorial." The words had barely left his mouth before there was a flash of blue light and Five was standing in the hospital room on the other side of the bed than them. Klaus brought the phone down to his lap and hung up the call. Next to him, Dave jumped and placed a hand over his heart to try and sooth his own panicking nerves.
Five stared down at their brother's tiny form, hooked up to dozens of tubes and other hospital equipment. When he turned his head up so that he was looking back towards his family, his eyes were wide and nearly feral. "What the Hell happened?"
Dave answered for Klaus because his poor husband had been repeating the information over and over again that day. "We don't know. Apparently one of his students called a wellness check on him since he hadn't shown up to his classes or tutoring sessions. The officer found him bleeding out on his floor."
The oldest of the Hargreeves siblings simply hummed while he moved to sit down on one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. His face was tight and pulled in like he was thinking, but Klaus couldn't figure out what. Even before he had spent forty-odd years in the apocalypse he had been hard to read and understand, so it was basically impossible to do now. The siblings lapsed into silence as they waited near their brother's bedside.
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The next several weeks were difficult for all of them. They came in rotations, visiting their brother every single time they had the opportunity to. Sloane had work all day but always did her grading beside Viktor's bedside as a favor to Luther who had to work for a lot longer. Diego came and visited every so often in between bothering Eudora and the other officers on his case to do more work. Allison had stayed with Klaus and Dave for the time that she was able to, but she had to fly back to LA after the first week. She sent flowers to Viktor's hospital room every couple of days in the hopes that it would reassure him that she did care once he finally woke up. Luther was in and out of the hospital room whenever he could be. Lila had only come by to visit once, but the sight of her uncle wrapped up in so many bandages with so many tubes had been too much for Chrysanthemum. Ben had traveled back from where he had been visiting art exhibits across the world to visit Viktor but hadn't stayed for longer than a couple of days. They all knew that as soon as Viktor woke up he would make a trip back to them. Klaus and Five were sitting vigil more than any of the others were as they were the closest to Viktor and had the most ability to do so. Five had taken time off from his college classes so that he could be there the moment his brother woke up.
It happened exactly twenty two days after he had been admitted to the hospital. Klaus and Sloane had just finished dragging Five away from Viktor's hospital room so that he could change his clothes and have a shower. Sloane forced one of the muffins she had stress baked into his hand along with the coffee that Klaus had gotten him from the cafe across the street. They settled into the uncomfortable hospital chairs as they watched over their family member.
According to the doctor, Viktor was doing much better. He had lost a couple of the tubes hooked up to him as he no longer needed quite as many vitamins since he was able to stomach the feeding tube. They also came to check on him less as he no longer needed quite as much attention. He was still intubated but apparently they were weaning him off of the sedation to see if he would wake up and be able to breathe on his own.
"Ben said that he picked something up for Viktor from his latest showing. He doesn't want everyone else to know but he is thinking about us," Sloane said after a moment of silence.
"Aww, how sweet of him," Klaus cooed.
Their oldest brother, who had basically been comatose for the entire time that he had been sitting in the chair, straightened up as all his muscles went rigid. He placed his coffee next to the muffin wrapper down on the table next to Viktor's hospital bed so that he could grab his aforementioned brother's hand. "Shut up, both of you," Five waved at them with his spare hand.
"What is it?" Sloane asked worriedly as she shifted in her chair as well.
"I thought that I heard a difference in his breathing," he murmured. They all went quiet, watching closely for any kind of difference in their loved one.
Viktor surged up on the bed, his eyes fluttering as he began to fight the intubation tube down his throat. His hand tightened almost painfully around Five's while the panic rushed through his system. He didn't know where he was, which was a huge trigger for him after he had been drugged by the government back in their second timeline. Sloane and Klaus both let out a panicked shriek when the noises in the room suddenly increased. Viktor's heart rate had also jumped substantially so it was closer to the hundreds instead of hovering around seventy beats per minute. Five stood up so that he was hovering over his brother while brushing his free hand across Viktor's face. "Hey, hey, you're in the hospital but we're all here. You're going to be okay. You have to breathe and calm down. The doctors had to intubate you, that's what's in your throat, okay? Just relax."
Sloane had rushed out into the hallway and got the attention of one of the nurses that was already heading towards their room to figure out what was going on. He hurried into the room and then carefully began to remove the intubation tube from Viktor's mouth and throat. Klaus had to physically pull Five away from their brother while the nurse worked on getting him to sit upright instead of just being leaned upwards. The medical professional then ran a quick test on some of Viktor's skills to test his motor functions. The doctor, who had been paged as soon as they realized that Viktor was actually awake, came in and asked him what felt like a million questions and ran a lot of the same tests to make sure everything was functioning perfectly.
The family was standing, bunched up against the wall as they watched over their loved one like he would disappear. As soon as the doctors and nurses had left, they swarmed him. Five was the quietest out of all of them, falling back down into his chair like the three weeks of poorly sleeping had finally hit him all at once.
Sloane moved so that she was sitting on the end of Viktor's hospital bed with one hand on his calf. She couldn't stop the bright smile that fell over her face. "I'm so glad that you're okay. You had us worried there for a bit."
"Little brother!" Klaus crowed as he wrapped his brother up in a hug. "Man, I thought that you were going to pull a me and have to go talk to the chick with the bicycle. Glad that I don't have to deal with your ghost."
Viktor blinked as he slowly reached his arms up and hugged Klaus. "I-I-I don't understand, what happened?"
"You almost died," Klaus supplied. "Well, you kind of did die. According to that nice doctor that was in here a second ago you died when you got to the ER and they had to revive you."
A lot seemed to be happening in the mind of their brother. He blinked at the three siblings as he slowly lowered himself back down onto his bed so his head was against the many pillows behind him. His face flashed with realization before, for the briefest of seconds, guilt covered his features. "How long have I been out?" he asked as he rubbed a hand over the side of his face.
"About three weeks. Your students brought some things for you," Sloane said, motioning to the posters from each of the schools that he taught at.
There was a highly colorful, glitter covered one from the elementary school that he taught at in the mornings every Tuesday and Thursday for the kids interested in early orchestra. Next to it was a smaller one that had quite a few personal get-well messages from the middle school kids he helped tutor every other Monday after school. There was another huge one that was from all of the orchestra students he taught at his high school. The last one was covered in little rainbow flags and 'get well soon' messages from the LGBT club he oversaw. "Love those kids," he said softly as a smile fell across his face. He cleared his throat, rubbing over the bandages that were still there. "Can I have some water, please?"
"Oh, yes, of course," she nodded. She handed him the glass that had been poured for him by the nurse that came to extubate him. "I'm going to go call everyone and tell them that you're awake, okay?"
Before Viktor had the chance to object about not wanting to bother anyone, Five sprang up out of his chair. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Klaus, why don't you go with her so that she doesn't have to talk to our siblings alone?"
Klaus' brows furrowed together in confusion as he tried to figure out what his brother was trying to get out but chose not to. The last month had been so stressful that they were all acting a little bit weird. "Alright, schwester, let's get a move on," he linked their arms together and walked them out of the hospital room.
Viktor let his head hang back against the pillows and his eyes slip shut in exhaustion. Despite the fact that he had basically been sleeping for the better part of a month, he was still somehow so tired he barely had any energy. He jerked back upright when he felt Five moving closer to his bed next to him. "Viktor."
"Five," he replied, his voice deep and crackling like when he had first started taking his shots.
"Tell me what happened," he replied, raising a brow at his brother.
The smallest of the siblings felt panic begin to rise up to the surface. His face was pointed down towards his bandaged arms while the blood rushed to his cheeks. He didn't feel like he could breath and anxiety was clutching around his abdomen. "I…"
"Viktor," his voice was intense and serious. "You have to tell me."
"I don't have to tell you anything, Five," Viktor snapped. His anxiety was causing him to be aggressive despite knowing in the back of his mind that Five only had his best interests at heart.
"You really want to go there with me?" he growled. "You could tell me or you could tell the entire family when they show up to interrogate you. You know that they will. And, Viktor, if I find out that you've been doing some weird vigilante shit then I'm going to be your end."
He brought his hands up to his face so that his features were hidden away. "Maybe you should just end me," speaking so quietly that he wasn't sure his brother could even hear him talking let alone what the words were.
"Excuse me?" Five asked, going even more rigid than he had been before. He nearly sprang off the bed as he assumed a defensive pose, like Viktor was in any kind of shape to have a fight. "Would you care to repeat that for me?"
"I tried to kill myself, okay, Five?" he nearly shouted as he pulled his hands away from his face and looked to his brother. "I'm not running around like Diego did when he was being a cheap Batman knockoff. I'm a teacher at three different schools and I help the queer kids in my highschool. I have an orchestra that I play in too, so I don't even have time to run after criminals even if I wanted to. I just- I just tried to kill myself. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
With each word that the smaller man spoke, Five's eyes widened with shock. He sunk back down into his chair, clutching his hands in front of him. "What?" he asked after a moment of tense silence.
Viktor pursed his lips and looked away from his brother. "I tried to kill myself," he repeated.
"Why?"
Both of the brothers were left staring at each other for a couple minutes. His heartbeat was still ringing through the room and they could hear murmuring words from the hospital staff and their siblings outside. Viktor blinked a few times as he tried to process that question. To him it was so obvious, he had no idea how the smartest sibling in their family couldn't see it. "M-my powers are coming back," he answered with a small shrug.
Five covered the bottom half of his face with one hand as he waited for his brother to continue. The aforementioned man let his shoulders fall towards each other defensively while he tried to find the words. It was like his mouth was full of sand and cotton every time he tried to force the words past his teeth. "Every time I've had powers in the past I've killed people. When I was a kid dad had to drug me because I kept killing our nannies. And then when I went off my meds I literally ended the world three times. I thought that I finally had a chance to be a part of the family because none of us had powers and even when all of yours started coming back I didn't think that anything would change because we're all pretty close and well bonded now. Even though I still have to be the one to reach out first most of the time. I don’t care because we’re acting like a family and it’s so wonderful. But it's not like I had felt anything yet, either, so nothing bad could happen. But then I was teaching one of my classes and I could feel it, the humming in the background from both the instruments and the kids. Like what Harlan taught me to feel when I took his power back from him. I couldn't…" he stopped as he realized that tears were streaming down his face.
Uncharacteristically, Five lurched from his chair and wrapped his arms around his brother. "Don't- don't you fucking," he took in a sharp breath and stopped talking for a second. Viktor let his arms hesitantly reach up until he was hugging him back with a huge release of emotion. They were both crying as the older of the two continued, "I cannot lose you again, Viktor. I can't."
"But if I stick around I could take away Allison's happiness again. I could ruin everything. Lila and Diego have a kid, Klaus finally has Dave back, Sloane and Luther are so happy, and you're finally retired. I can't be responsible for ruining the lives of the people that I love most or killing anyone else," he shook his head. "Everything would be so much better if I just wasn't here anymore."
"Stop! You can't say that," Five pulled back so that Viktor could see how intense his deep brown eyes were. His lips were pursed and he was using one hand to wipe at the tears still spilling over his lashes and rushing down his cheeks. "The world would not be a better place without you in it. The only reason that you killed people before was because you weren't able to control it. We never actually gave you the training that you needed. Dad turned you into a bomb and then we never managed to disarm. The whole point of taking you back to the past was to teach you how to deal with your powers and then we never did that. The ends of the world weren't your fault, Viktor. We should share the blame too. Please… please don't ever try to do this again."
"Okay," he nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry for making you feel like this was the only option that you had," Five shook his head. "This was partially because I threatened you, right? Fuck, how could I have been so stupid! Of course your powers would come back like the rest of ours did and of course you would be afraid of them after never having any other memories other than the end of the world."
"Five," Viktor called out. He was still so exhausted and it was made even worse by the fact that he had spent the better part of the last five minutes crying.
"Sorry," he cleared his throat. "I think this is something that my therapist needs to handle." Five moved over to his seat again. He held his brother's hand as if to make sure that he was really there and awake. They went quiet until Sloane and Klaus came back in.
Soon the other siblings that were living in the city had arrived and piled into his hospital room as well. "Glad to see that you're okay. You're the most tolerable out of the boys," Lila informed him. She was shifting her daughter, who was napping cutely against her shoulder, as she took the seat Sloane had been in moments before.
"Thanks, mi corozone," Diego rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Good to see you awake," he directed towards his brother as he filed in to stand behind Lila.
"Don't you ever scare us like that again," Luther murmured as he wrapped his brother up in a crushing hug. For a moment, Viktor felt panic shoot through him as the memories of the choking hug Luther had given him back in their original timeline forced their way into his mind. He relaxed when the normal, yet still muscular, frame of his brother reminded Viktor that a lot had changed since that fateful day.
"Don't worry, Five has already threatened me about scaring you guys," he chuckled.
The sound of his voice roused the sleeping toddler. She turned her head and then lout an excited squeal. "Uncle V!" she babbled as she tried to lurch from her mother's grip.
"You good to hold her?" Diego asked, taking his daughter from his wife and moving over to his brother.
"I always want to hold my adorable niece," he chuckled, reaching his bandaged arms to take the toddler. Instead of handing her over, Diego sat Chrysanthemum down on his lap.
"Uncle V," she giggled as she placed her hands on his cheek. "What?" she asked as she tugged on the IV on his arm, immediately getting distracted from her original goal.
He glanced over to Lila, who was looking at something on her phone and not paying attention. Out of the whole family, Viktor was the second most trusted with kids (Allison was first since she had raised her own daughter and Sloane was third). "Well, this is something that the doctors had to give me so that I could have vitamins to make me healthy," he explained. "I just needed a little help getting big and strong like you, flower."
The family settled down in the hospital room, much the chagrin of the hospital staff. It had been a long time since they had all been back together like this, despite them all living in the same place. Viktor, Five, and Sloane were normally overwhelmed with school (though Five for a different reason), and Diego and Luther worked odd hours. It was nice to be surrounded by family, even if they were missing two members and it was under less-than-ideal circumstances.
Ben had just arrived back in the city when he got the message that Viktor had woken up, so went immediately to the hospital instead of his apartment. He left his bag just outside the door so that none of his siblings would be able to tell what he had done as he stuck his head in. "Looks like you're stuck with us then," he smirked as he walked over. Viktor had been trying to nap while his siblings argued with each other over a game of War. Chrysanthemum had already tired herself out and was sleeping with her thumb in her mouth, despite having her pacifier attached to her shirt, and cuddled up next to his uncle.
"More like you're stuck with me," he tried to joke, but the startled look he got from Klaus and Five made him clear his throat and sit up a bit more. "I thought you were in Europe."
"I got back recently. Heard you were awake so I thought I'd stop by to see if I need to kick any of these guys out," Ben informed the other man. After he had gone to a lot of therapy and worked through some of his issues, he had become pretty close with a couple of the others. He and Sloane were still the closest since they had grown up together, but he and Viktor bonded over art even if they were into different types.
"Nah, they're behaving themselves pretty well. It's also nice to have them all in one place so I can make sure they're not getting themselves into trouble," he smiled at the other man.
Ben walked over and ruffled the other man's hair. "Without us they'd be completely lost."
Viktor stifled a yawn as he turned his head to the side so that he could try and continue their conversation. The taller man shook his head, "Sleep, man. You've been through a lot. I'm not going anywhere for a while anyway."
The exhausted violinist nodded before he let his eyes flutter shut again and he fell asleep. With Ben there the rest of their family was kept quiet so that he could actually get some rest. Eventually they all had to leave so that they could go back to their jobs or get some rest for the next day.
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Allison was the last of his siblings to arrive. She had caught a plane as soon as she heard that he was awake, which meant that she arrived late that night. As soon as she saw him sitting up in his hospital bed while trying to doze off his medication she rushed over to him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as if to reassure herself that he was really there as their other siblings had. When she pulled back she gave him one of her dazzling smiles, like how she looked at her daughter and husband. "How are you feeling?"
"Better now that they've given me my nighttime pain meds," he chuckled. He let the smile slip off of his face as guilt swarmed through him. He scowled slightly and said, "My powers are back, Allison."
"So? All of our powers are back," she whispered.
"I don't want to take away your happiness like I did before," he whispered. "I-I tried to… I tried to stop myself but I'm scared that it's going to happen anyway. You were right, you should have left me in the basement."
"No, no, no, no, no, no," she immediately shook her head. She grasped his hands in her own and forced him to look up at her. "I said that because I was hurting so badly inside. At the time it felt like it was true but now that I have Ray and Claire back I can see that it was wrong. It would completely break me if I lost you. Especially after everything that we've been through. Please never try to kill yourself again, okay? I knew that Hargreeves was going to kill someone and it still hurt so bad to lose a sibling, especially after Five disappeared when we were kids and Six died… I just, I can't keep losing people, and you're people."
"Even if my powers go out of control again?" he asked, his eyes flickering to meet hers.
"We're not going to let that happen. And if it does, we'll just fix it again. There are more solutions to problems that haven't happened yet," she chuckled. "And none of those solutions involve you killing yourself, got it?"
Viktor smiled slightly, a true smile. His stomach was still swirling with guilt and worry but he felt decently lighter than he had before. While he hadn't admitted to anyone other than Five, Detective Path, and Allison what had truly happened to him, he knew that they loved him. Based on the way that they all raced to see him while in the hospital he knew that it was true. They were his family and they wanted him to be around, even if he was the bomb that ended the world three times over.
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