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harmonictechnicality · 1 year

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*based off this awesome art right here by @chocoarts - the sketch on the left in particular :)

It doesn’t take long for Steve to get used to Eddie’s raised-by-wolves levels of affection. The hair chewing and the shoulder nibbles and the freckle licking. It’s never classified normal stuff - definitely not stuff he ever did with dainty Hawkins High girls, that’s for damn sure.

But still, it takes no time to get used to it. Full on expects it, by now. The most notable time that Steve is expecting it is on their one year anniversary.

Two months prior to the Big Day, Eddie's spontaneity and Steve's boredom led to an impulsive stick-and-poke tattoo on Steve's forearm. Eddie wanted to give Steve a simple crown. Told him it was to reclaim the stupid nickname from high school, make it his own.

'Overthrow all the teenaged bullshit. Kick trauma in the metaphorical ass.' Eddie had said after completing it, smiling up at Steve. 'It's what kings do best.'

After that day, Steve decides to add on to his impulsive tattoo and surprise Eddie with it. He gets one small bat, just like the ones on Eddie's arm. Gets it right next to the crown, side-by-side. The same way they all fought together a while back.

As soon as Eddie sees the addition, he tackles Steve, linebacker style. Steve is ready for it, totally braces for the aggressive affection. Fucking loves it. Expects it.

However, Eddie doesn't just stop there. Oh no. He climbs up Steve's body, tightly wrapping his arms around Steve's neck. Wraps his legs around Steve's upper arms even tighter.

Which... how the hell did Eddie get so flexible? And when the hell did Eddie get so flexible? Like, yeah they do some semi-contortionist stuff in the bedroom, mostly when they're hyped up on sugary soft drinks.

But this? This is... new. Wild.

He clutches on to Steve like he's a goddamn tree trunk. Some rare tree species that's in grave danger of being chopped down from the rainforest or whatever. He’s making lots of pleased sounds, singing maybe. Hard to tell for sure.

Steve holds Eddie firmly, hands underneath his thigh, his back, anywhere that he can get a solid grip. Keeps him safe from whatever corporate bulldozer that dares to take down their weirdly amazing love.

"Shit, I'm crazy about you." Eddie nuzzles into Steve's hair. "Like... totally and completely."

Steve laughs, comes out a bit strangled from the way Eddie is clinging to him. "Guessing you like it, huh?"

"Duh." Eddie slides off, connecting their hands on his way down.

"It represents-"

"I know what it represents." Eddie interrupts, his expression softens from the reminder, the difficult topic they're both skipping around. "You don't have to say it."

He does though, Steve has to say it. Needs to say it the same exact way Eddie had said it to him two months ago.

Because yeah, they act tough about what went down that night. But that doesn't mean they should just be stuck in a cycle of Acting Tough. Pretending to be okay all the damn time.

So Steve takes Eddie's arm, the one that's covered with tiny bat silhouettes. He holds their two arms together and carefully brushes over each tattoo design. Tells Eddie to reclaim the stupid scars that litter his body.

"Fight off all the inter-dimensional bullshit. Kick trauma's metaphorical ass." Steve smiles up at Eddie, who suddenly looks serious, focused. "It's what heroes do best."

"Steve." The seriousness is wiped clean off of Eddie's face. It's quickly replaced with a gentle grin. Relief reaching over his furrowed brow. No more worry lines. No more grimace. He looks at ease. Content, maybe.

And as much as Steve enjoys making Eddie feel content, he wants him happier right now. So he switches up the energy, tries to lighten the mood a little. Steve hooks his fingers into Eddie's front pockets, readying to pull him in.

It's predictable, been his go to make-out move any time they're standing up. This is a special fucking day, however, and that calls for a Special Edition Make-Out Move.

So Steve digs each hand deep into Eddie's pockets, wiggles them around a bit. Watches Eddie's cheeks go pink, blotchy red in some places. Steve moves all of the coins and lint and questionable items out of the way, making room.

He takes deep breath, then yanks the seams at the very bottom of each pocket, flipping the material inside out. Sticking straight up from his jeans.

Eddie is all red now, flushed down to his neck. "What the..."

Steve tugs on the flipped out pocket seams, jolting Eddie closer. He lands on Steve's lips, colliding a bit roughly. For a second, they're too busy smiling to kiss properly. But Steve slides his hands up Eddie's chest, around his neck, scratches the tiny hairs on the back of Eddie's head, and that's it. That's all that it takes for them to get lost in the kiss.

Eddie's mouth opens, biting the center of Steve's bottom lip. Breathes out the warmest air as he lets go, returns to a softer approach. Steve licks over the spot, soothes the pulse that Eddie left behind.

"That was... different. " Eddie laughs. He swipes his tongue over Steve's cupids bow, traces an outline until Steve is laughing too.

"Bad different?" Steve asks.

"Not at all." Eddie shakes Steve by the shoulders like he’s nuts for asking such an outrageous question. "Besides, different is right up my alley, babe."

"I'm highly aware."

"Didn't realize I was such a bad influence on your freakier side."

"What can I say?" Steve shrugs, steals one of Eddie’s rings to twirl around his finger. "I'm very easily persuaded."

They head over to the couch, kissing haphazardly as they flop down. Eddie tugs and twists at the fabric of Steve’s shirt, stretching it out. Wrinkling it. Steve couldn’t care less if it gets ruined because Eddie will be the one ruining it.

Eddie sighs into the kiss. Not a sexy sigh either (which are obviously Steve’s favorite of the sighing variety). It sounds more shocked. Disbelief or something.

Steve angles his head away from the kiss to see that Eddie’s eyes are open, wandering all over Steve’s face. It’s pretty cute, seeing Eddie too busy just staring to even shut his eyes mid-kiss. Like his schedule is too jam-packed up with Gawking, has to multitask during their make out sessions now.

"Kinda can’t believe it." Eddie finally says, still staring.

"What?" Steve stares backs. Makes it a staring contest. Doesn't tell Eddie though cause he wants to win.

Eddie motions toward his pockets that are still turned inside out. "After one whole year, you still keep me on my toes with shit like that."

"I do?"

"Sure do. You're something else, babe.”

"I am?" Steve blinks.

Damnit, he lost the one-sided staring contest.

“Yup.” Eddie nods, transitions to chewing on a chunk of Steve’s hair like he always does. Sometimes, he’ll make mooing sounds. Especially after sex, when he’s at his goofiest. Most comfortable.

It’s fucking unreal how Steve has learned all of these quirks. How he waits for them, anticipates them. Every bit feels familiar to him now.

"You're unexpected in all the best ways, Harrington."

Steve tries not to gush at that compliment. It's not one he gets often.

Eddie stops chewing on Steve’s hair to kiss his cheek instead. The kiss is powdery-sweet, miles away from his usual eagerness. Still perfect somehow. Just like the weird stuff is somehow perfect too.

That's kind of who they are together. Weird and unexpected.

In all the best ways.

#steddie #steddie fic #bit of fluff to sweeten the weekend #just wanted to celebrate their 2k follower milestone with this little ficlet #so congrats!! 🎉#thank you for creating lovely art for this fandom!#I’m sorry I can’t draw nice things to show my gratitude #so I hope these words will be sufficient instead :)#and if you hate them then just pretend this never happened lol

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gaytedlasso · 1 year

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What would you say if you could say

Everything you needed to

To the one you needed to

I lose my voice when I look at you

Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to

Tell you all the right words

Waiting on the right words

Black Butterflies and Deja Vu - The Maine

A mixtape: a gift to say all the words you can’t

For my beloved Jenna @bebecas celebrating 2k

#this fits under the ‘favorite moments’ category for me #hope you love it Jenna and congrats on 2k!#and yes everyone this is the scene that won the poll #bebes2x2 #sketch.art #destiel #deancas #destiel mixtape #spn fanart #destiel fanart #becauseofthebowties #tuserpris #seraphcastiel

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kraang5 · 1 month

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CONGRATS ON 2K @sharkfinn !!!!!!!!!!!!!! :3

#that uh-that’s a rat tail btw-#this was…hard #but really fun to draw!#I loved drawing it ^^#THE RAT AINT GETTING STRAIGHT OR SAME TEETH CAUSE THEY SPOOKY AND SCARY AND SHSHHSHSHDNYGUSGNJYNSGAJYGJAYG #congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#2K? YOU DESERVE MORE -#:seagull screeches:#sorry if I’m late ;-;#sharkfinn 2k dtiys #my art #my art!

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candycornfrog · 7 months

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🐙🦑

Entry for @ghosthoodie’s DTIYS !!!

#GH2k #splatoon #aaaaa i was finally able to post this one #I love these two so much #congrats ghosthoodie on 2k!!!!#Frogart #dtiys

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castielsprostate · 9 months

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sam // edit for @queerstudiesnatural 2k event <3

#queerstudiesnatural2k #<3 HI RAIN ILY!!!!!!!!#CONGRATS ON 2K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#<3<3 #sjonnies arts and crafts #sam winchester #spn #supernatural edit #spn edit #sam edit #sam winchester edit #supernatural

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alicent-targaryen · 7 months

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BUTCHER!ALFIE

She takes another wrong turn and ends at the lowest level of the manor. The repetitive sound of metal clinking against something attracts her to a half-open door. “Mrs. Shelby.” She is startled by a rumbling voice coming from the dimly lit kitchen. “Couldn’t wait to meet your dinner?” She feels a chill run down her spine at the odd choice of words. The man behind the countertop is wearing a red-stained apron. He continues swinging his meat cleaver against the cutting board, sorting cuts and discarding innards with ease. “W…who are you?” She asks, shaking. “I’m Mr. Solomons. The new butcher.” He keeps slicing meat like she isn't standing there shell-shocked from previous frights in a bloody dress that used to be white. “What happened to the last?” A stupid question, really. The flesh looks too strange and sinewy to be from any animal she knows. What further horrors could that house have in store for her? A wicked smirk lights up Mr. Solomon’s face slowly. “Oh, Mrs. Shelby. You really shouldn't have wandered tonight.”

for @zablife's 2k followers celebration

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raphieartz · 1 year

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Here are my submissions for @dianagj-art ‘s @separatedleoau !

I really liked doing this, took me 2 hours and 30 minutes, really like it <33

My redraw

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something-in-the-seas · 2 years

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So, Bioshock’s 15th Anniversary was yesterday. You’ve probably heard some people talking about how 2K celebrated it. It was something…

You’d get a picture of a Big Daddy and Little Sister there, maybe a Rapture fan art, but it would be sandwiched between just mostly Infinite, or, I should say Elizabeth stuff. Elizabeth gets the most attention here. Booker gets maybe, like, one post, but if he appears it’s with her. Luteces surprisingly don’t get a mention at all? Not from what I’ve seen. And I guess to them Daisy just does not exist?

This isn’t even fan art, either. These are literally just screenshots they got from Google Images or the wiki.

Elizabeth is also the only character with a full on appreciation post. Nobody else from 1 or 2 or Infinite even gets one. There’s like one Ryan post where they ask how punchable he is and that’s it for him. There’s, like, one Tenenbaum post. No Fontaine posts, no Jack posts, and really surprisingly no Cohen posts. Nothing.

Where’s, like, the discussion of the characters of 1? Where’s talking about the levels? The lighthouse? Fort Frolic? Like, come on… no Fort Frolic? No Steinman?

Also, like, this isn’t even her most iconic quote either. Way to scrape at the bottom of the barrel here. When I think of the most iconic quotes of the series, I sure think of this one. Not, y’know, Ryan’s speech from the first fifteen minutes of the first game. Or Ryan’s death. Or every scene with Ryan. The villain of the first game.

It’s weird cause I saw a lot of people (including my friends) send in fan art focusing on 1 and 2 or discussed who their favorite characters were from 1 and 2. You know… Bioshock 1? The game whose anniversary this is. Didn’t even get an acknowledgement, that’s really cool. There was, like, maybe two pieces for 2 acknowledged at all. I won’t even say two because the one was just clearly stolen fan art that was ran through a filter or AI.

Also, there’s these thirst posts, some of them on people’s fan art… And then they comment on other people’s thirst posts on Elizabeth?? Would appreciate if you maybe acknowledged the other female characters. Like Tenenbaum? Jasmine? Anna Culpepper? Julie? You know, the ones from the game whose anniversary it is? Or, since you’re doing the entire series apparently, what about Eleanor? Sofia? Grace? Rosalind? Pearl? Hello? Acknowledge your characters who are women of color. Acknowledge how you have one of the only autistic female characters in a major gaming franchise.

I wouldn’t even have a problem with all this Infinite stuff (or, again, this is all Elizabeth) if there was equal acknowledgement of the other two games, especially 1. I’m sorry, is it Infinite’s anniversary? I thought that was 2023? Either just acknowledge 1 or give equal attention to the other games. Hey, maybe recognize the other DLC besides BaS like Minerva’s Den. Recognize the other protagonists, please? The villains? The levels? The bosses? The side-characters?

Anyway, we are doing something on here for 1’s anniversary and 1’s anniversary only because this is ridiculous.

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #I’m baffled #wow 2K you somehow blew me away with how bad this is #congrats to all the people who had their fan art boosted #for the people who didn’t and for 1 stans don’t worry I’m gonna take care of you #we’re gonna do something on here for 1

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mahikamihan · 2 years

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⭐ dream and george having some cozy fashion fun! ⭐ based on @rayazart 's designs 😊

(close up/details below!)

#raya2kdtiys #dibuho #dream #gnf #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dtiys entry #congrats raya on the 2k!#it's almost 5am TvT #started making it had a bit of a break down bon appetit~#dnf fanart #my art

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urboymutual · 2 years

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my guatemalan sam winchester

for @castinkywinky 2k follower celebration with the prompt pocnatural <3

more information below the read more !

1. that’s leyendas de guatemala by miguel angel asturias. i would like to think sam would either learn spanish or get the english version to learn more about guatemalan legends. “the lore” you could say... because he’d def feel a disconnect since maria (mary) wasn’t there to teach him about duendes and other creatures 2. that’s a cinta para pelo (headband for hair) i like to think sam grows out his hair even longer so dean can braid it or sam would wear a cinta heres a video of how they go in hair. i remember my mom used to put it in my hair and she would be so rough 😭dean would be aggressive abt it too. also it usually worn by women but i think sam gets gender fuckery as a treat. <3 3. that’s san pascualito or also known as san pascualito muerte and el rey san pascual. he’s a folk saint and pretty much like the syncretism of catholism and indigneous guatemalan beliefs. san pascualito is also the king of the graveyard and he’s the patron of curing diseases, death, healings, cures, vengeance, love, graveyards. i feel like sam would have a connection to him. (source trust me) 4. mal del ojo warding bracelet 😎the one he usually wears tho was given to him by dean. but when he was a baby, maria made sure he had one on his right wrist, he wore it until he grew out of it. had a time during childhood tho, were he angrily tore it off and was like “it didnt ward off evil, mama still died” and dean is like “but it protected u from the fire :(” and he fixes it for sam. 5. it sam. 6. theres a street market in antigua that i know sam would LOVE he’d buy almost everything bc he just wants to connect with his culture so bad 😭he’d buy one of those cheesy chapin shirts. 7. ucla hoodie. he’d go to ucla instead of stanford bc ucla is more latine and he’d minor in chicano studies. he’d want to go to law school to become a immigration lawyer. he’d def join a latino fraternity. he would try to submerge himself in latine cultural 8. guatemalan tamales!!! sam’s favorite food ( i think he likes ceviche too tho) these are wrapped in banana leaves vs cornhusks and softer in texture. also a lot bigger than mexican tamales. 9. this man would KILL it at lotería. would make dean cry every time but he would be nice to cas and jack and let them win... sometimes. absolute beast.

#ive been working on this for jdfhjkf 3 hours 😳#me with this au like hiiii did u guys forget im guatemalan?#bc let me remind u #also latine tfw 2.0 go to that one waterpark in guatemala #its not safe at all 😭😭 but theres a gigantic waterslide #OMG AND SAM RIDING IN THE CHICKEN BUS #ugh so many ideas #anyways congrats on 2k tree!!!#mxstinky2k #dsobrenatural #sobrenatural #latinenatural

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moral-terpitude · 7 months

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Lee @zablife I’m late to the party (ha!) but I’ve come bearing gifts! Congratulations on your milestone!

Mine is less a story I suppose, to accompany the moodboard, but a riddle:

Throughout the entire evening at Arrow House, the guest had been kept in rather good spirits. Drinks and hors d'oeuvres of all varieties were served through the night, as well as a meal, every plate identical and filled well.

It seemed, though, that as the night went on, the members of the party that were slower on their drinks had began to feel ill, retiring to their rooms one by one, until few people were left, retiring to the sitting room.

The few in the sitting room, the ones who had been finishing their drinks rather quickly though the night, they were still feeling well, enjoying the conversation and stories being shared.

The next morning, they were horrified to find that the members of their party that had retired early, didn’t wake up. They were found dead in their beds in the morning.

What happened to those that retired early in the night?

Do you know? Find the answer under the cut.

The poison was in the ice.

#zablife 2k celebration #congrats!

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lavenoon · 1 year

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I had a thought that just wouldn’t leave my brain, and a follow-up question to go alongside it, and it’s only *right* to share, isn’t it? Sharing is caring, after all! ✨

Speaking of caring though… We know the boys care a lot. We’ve had Sun and Moon be scared and worried even to the point of frustration about the people they love being in danger, hurt or otherwise. We’ve seen this with Eclipse and Robin too many times to count, and we also know they care about each other, their other half. We’ve seen them scared… but what about when they’re scared for themselves? And scared for *each other?*

I imagine they’re not often scared for each other in the physical way given their schedules and shared body. If something goes wrong, the other has to deal with it later, yes, but typically after the incident has already passed and what they’re focusing on then is mental support and maybe some body fix-up. Concern, always, but in-the-moment fear for their well-being? That’s harder to come across in their situation. But despite them not being active at the same time often, we know they can wake each other up. And though that’s often on purpose… what happened if it *wasn’t?*

What if, at one point, maybe when Dusk is on an infiltration mission, the targets are *ready*. Maybe not for him specifically, but they know they’re at risk and are prepared for a rat, human or otherwise. And maybe despite how talented Dusk is, that preparation is enough to catch him off-guard.

I imagine Dusk sneaking around a corner, careful and quiet as always, but then he’s spotted. He’s spotted but there’s still a job to do and he’s confident so he rushes *in* instead of *out*, claws extending and ready for a take-down like many of the ones he’s done before— only for a shock to overtake him. And it’s not the kind he’s felt before, it’s not a freezing surprise or a steel-hard revelation.

No. This shock is hot and fierce and *real.*

And it *hurts.* A taser of sorts, specifically meant to subdue those new animatronic agents that keep popping around across the city, and maybe it’s the first time Dusk has seen them, or maybe it’s just the first time he’s been hit by one. But it’s unfamiliar, it’s unplanned, and damn it all, it *hurts.*

And he yells and growls, expecting to be met with a snarky retort as he quivers into the ground, but the pain keeps coming because he’s standing for too long, and the offender doesn’t like that, and even when his knee finally gives out, by then the plan isn’t just to pin him, but it’s to fully knock him out (at least, he hopes that’s as far as they take it). And he has his own electricity in his mechanical veins, even maybe some conferred resistance, but it’s nothing like this, it’s never been turned on him like this, and for however strong Dusk is, at some point, it becomes too much.

And then, it gets worse, because Sun gets woken up by the horrible, horrible pain and *fear* that overtakes his other half, a resounding scream inside their shared mind that he’s never heard before, not like this, not with Dusk not even meaning to let it out, maybe even trying to hold it *in*, but unable to any longer. And it’s almost worse then, for the both of them, when the other half is active. Because Sun is suddenly aware and can maybe feel a dulled out version of the pain, but what’s worse than that is how loudly Dusk’s pain gets to him and his worry and fear mounts for him. It’s unfamiliar, seeing Dusk like this, and it’s absolutely horrifying, especially when he knows there’s nothing he can do, *nothing.* Meanwhile, Dusk is suddenly hit with the realization that he’s making Sun hurt, too, that he’s forcing him to experience even a part of this, that he’s having to sit through this, too, and it’s a new sort of fear and worry as he wishes nothing more for him to retreat and get away and go back because he’ll *handle* this, except he doesn’t trust that, either. And maybe through it all he’s internally yelling for Sun to retreat back but it become a mess inside their mind because Sun is screaming at him, too, but to let him *out*.

Both of them can feel how the two of them being there and active is making things even *worse*, too, then, because systems that are already quite literally being shocked are now being overloaded by double the amount of strong emotions, and mounting, and that only makes them stress more because they might be inorganic… But they have a limit. And they’ve never gotten this close to it before. Not like this. Not *together.*

They’re scared for each other and they’re scared for *themselves* and there’s no way for either of them to help the other or themselves in the moment.

But, of course, it doesn’t get worse than that. They’re saved, one way or another, and everything turns out fine. Maybe the mission is a failure, maybe the boys *do* need to be repaired at least to some degree after that, but it’s nothing the agency can’t get to work fixing.

… But it’s something that stays with them. And it’s something they *remember.*

And this is where I imagine Robin coming in, heart in their throat as they rush to check on their boys, except unlike last time, there aren’t misunderstandings and guilt to talk about. This time, when the boys see Robin, it’s with an unfamiliar flood of relief, safety and a choking feeling in their throat.

What would that be like? The boys actually being comforted for a fright like that? One that honestly, truly, made them worried about what came next and is fresh in their minds, but being given the option of support from their favourite little rival. What would they need? What would they *want?*

(I provided the hurt… will you provide the comfort? <3 )

-🌻 Daye

I will, but first I'll make the angst worse <3

They get out with their eclipse mode. That kind of immediate danger outweighs the risk it carries, and ignoring the risks entirely, that's what that mode is for. They both want out, they need to be out, both in control and away from the danger.

It's not smooth at all, with that foreign electricity still throwing their systems into overdrive, their circuits struggling to contain it all. They run much hotter than they should, and by then, stealth really becomes a non-issue by how impossible it is, even without their cooling fans in overdrive.

They don't think, there's no more need to. They fall back on the basest instincts - there's pain, so make the pain go away.

All the attackers did with their stunt ensured that they end up fighting someone inhumanly strong who no longer cares about casualties.

So they get out, and like an adrenaline rush running out, they just fade back into singular control, barely even noticing as both still process what happened on their own. Maybe some fried circuits, not all joints working as they should, the touch receptors in the area where they were hit totally fried. Limping away, wondering if the leftover tingling is just like an afterimage of the pain, or if their systems got that kind of damaged.

Still they don't think. They just go home.

Only on the porch do they start thinking, hesitating. This is a very new situation that rattled them immensely, and while logically they know they should crawls into their little workshop and to their tools and technical manuals, they just...

They use their key for Y/N's door, and go in.

(There's of course some variables here - is Y/N home? If it's at night, they usually work themself, for some reason not with Dusk. For the sake of the comfort, I'm saying they took the night off for unspecified reasons and are home when they hear their door click shut.)

Y/N, awake because they aren't gonna mess up their nocturnal schedule, is probably upstairs, chilling. Reading a book, or finishing up a little gadget, whatever hobby you want to project.

It's a little earlier than expected, perhaps, so they're not giddy when they rush downstairs - in their line of work, coming home early can go very very well or very very badly.

This one is very very bad.

Moon looks at them, still speechless, not quite sure where to even start, but both Sun (who refused to go into rest mode again, neither even thought about it/ suggested it) and him know they need Y/N right now.

And Y/N sees him - eyes wide, unreadable expression, limping - and cold dread washes through them immediately.

They weren't there, again.

They let them get hurt, again.

Even now that they all know, they still can't protect their partners.

But when Moon takes a hesitant step towards them and crumbles, they push all that away. Rush to him to catch him, and then he's clinging to them like his life depends on it.

(It feels a little like it does. The tingling hasn't stopped yet, and he so desperately wants to feel something, to touch someone who'll make him feel safe.)

Y/N pushes down all questions to first whisper reassurance - he's okay, he'll be fine, they're there, they won't let go, they'll help.

The first words Moon manages to get out?

"Sun's awake, too."

A shift to reassuring them both, acknowledging them both, and a lot of Y/N already checking them for obvious injuries and points of repair. Most damage is internal, though, so they only linger at the torn clothes and the dents left behind by whatever gadget caused the shocks, and they try so, so hard to keep it together for their boys.

But when they do finally break and cry, and Moon just silently, still stunned, wipes those tears away (suddenly it seems so strange. These are tears neither Sun nor him can shed, but they are for them, for the pain they went through), he manages more and more thoughts.

Namely, they are still in the hallway, sitting on the ground.

"Bed."

"We can go to the couch, it's closer -"

"Bed."

And so Y/N helps Moon up the stairs, one hand of his clinging to them, one to the railing. He basically collapses on their bed, and then they crawl next to him, and he buries himself in their arms. They hold him close still, petting and brushing where they can reach, and finally, finally they work up the courage to ask what happened.

"We had to eclipse. We said we'd never do that again."

Technically, not an answer. But it tells Y/N the most terrifying details first. They know Eclipse, capital E, they know how he came to be, why the brothers had a strained relationship, and how scared all of them are of that mode and its risks.

But whatever happened was so bad, scared them so bad, that now Moon is barely talking, barely walking, and made both of them resort to something they fear could erase one or even both of them from existence with one unfortunate glitch.

They cling tighter to Moon, then.

They know another thing, too.

“You got out. You got out, and back here, and you’re both still here. It was a tough call to make, but I’m proud of you for making it back.”

“We didn’t think -”

“Moon.”

He glances up, caught in that need to argue (and have Y/N justify their actions, to lift that burden, to absolve them of the perceived failing that going back on their word would spell), but he lets their heavy words interrupt him to look at them.

Y/N frees their arms to cup his face when he looks up, leaning so close their foreheads and noses touch. There are tears in their eyes, again, and they look at him, pleading.

“Was there a chance that you would have died without an eclipse?”

The silence speaks for him.

Somehow, Y/N clings even closer. Their eyes now shut, tears pooling in their corners before running down their face.

“Then I’m glad you risked it. Please - please let me be glad. Why would I ever not be when it means you could come home? To me? You can’t leave me, please.”

And the boys got what they wanted - their partner, whom they trust with their life and more (like their brother’s life), telling them they did the right thing. Maybe instinctively, maybe they didn’t carefully consider the risk - but it doesn’t matter, because of course they’re glad they made it home. Sure, they were terrified, and they didn’t even clean up the mess they made, didn’t alert the agency, nothing -

Because they wanted to go home.

That’s all they wanted, all they needed, and maybe it was selfish, maybe it was terrifyingly risky, but they made it. And they don’t actually want to regret that.

So he tightens his grip around them, breaking out of their hold to press close right under their chin, where he can feel their pulse racing. It convinces him, and in turn Sun, that they did make it and they are home, they’re alive, they will be fine, they can get fixed, and things will be okay again.

But they also very much hate to see Y/N this distraught, so Moon digs his fingers into their back (blunt. not the time), to reassure them that he’s there, too. They wrap around him, arms winding around his back, and just tremble.

“We wanted to come home to you.”

And that’s a promise, too - that yes, the eclipse mode is a terrifying risk, but that in moments where they have to choose between Death and a Maybe, they will choose the maybe.

They stay like that for a long time, before Y/N slowly starts getting more information out of them.

And then they’re getting taken care of.

Eclipse is fortunately not in rest mode when he gets the message that they might have to go to his engineer of trust, if they could crash at his place for a few days? With the offer to call about the details right then, and goes through many emotions at once. Terror, Relief, Surprise (positive), and some weird, deep reassurance that not only does he hear as soon as possible about it, but they actually seek out his presence about it.

They have their call, and Y/N gives him a rundown of what they know, and that Moon seems a little out of it still but reasonably so for someone in shock. That they’ll do their best to make the trip down as comfortable as possible for them, but they won’t wait to visit until after they’re fixed.

Eclipse ends the call with a rather shy little “Thank you.”

Y/N then notifies HQ of the situation, giving them the details of what sort of clean up is needed. Then they continue to explain they’re all three taking the next two weeks off, but to please organize an appointment with a trusted engineer in Eclipse’s hometown (:

Agent River sighs. One of those bone-deep, resigned ones.

“Is there any way we can speed up your family gathering so we aren’t down our best three agents during the mission you’re already booked for?”

“Well, it’d save an awful lot of gas money and time if we didn’t have to drive out.”

“We’ll send you the location for the pick-up, you’ll get your flight. You’ll be back for your mission. It’s an important one.”

“We’ll get them in working order, first.”

“Don’t assume unacknowledged means undone, agent. Both agents Dusk and Dawn get full coverage regarding repairs for on the job injury. Go get ready, save all of us time.”

“... Two hours. I’ll need to make sure they can at least walk, it would make things easier.”

Agent River just hangs up. She hasn’t got all day, and has calls to make.

Y/N does fix some minor wiring, probably only a temporary fix. They all stick close the next few days, and while they do go on their mission together, they’re a bit more on edge than they used to be.

That will stretch on into the long term for a good while, where they all refuse to work without the other. It slows down Dusk/ Dawn’s performance a good bunch, because they now stick to Robin’s schedule. They’re still doing good work - but they earn a couple tired glares from River when even the easiest mission becomes a team effort.

They ease up on it only because they also carry a lot more gadgets of the weaponized kind, courtesy of Eclipse. They even book a room in the Research and Development department to test them all out, to ensure they know exactly how to use/ activate them should the need arise. It leads to a lot of excited R&D staff and Eclipse gaining a bit of a reputation (positive, of course) at their HQ

It stays with them all, though, and they don’t know if they will ever go back to how it was before. Things never really went back to “before” after Robin got stabbed, after all - there’s still nights where Dusk is just a little quieter as he shadows them, or afternoons where Sun just traces the scar through their clothes, because he knows exactly where it is.

But that’s okay, actually. They have each other, and that’s worth it. That’s what they have each other for.

And if they feel a little more grateful for that, no one could fault them for that.

#answer let luce #daye asks #accidentally undercover #vaguely set post canon/ post meeting Eclipse too #also oops this is almost 2K words #and that's *excluding* Daye's initial scenario #... im not counting that #oops I lied #it's another 1 K #but yes congrats we got a stabbing equivalent for the boys!#you traumatized them!#for character development!#have fun enjoy <3 #it has almost been a month since you sent this time to release it into the wild

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