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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

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azwriting · 5 years

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Priorities (Forget Me Not, Kylo Ren x Reader) - Chapter Five

So in celebration of yesterday’s fantastic trailer, here’s chapter five! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Summary: (Y/N) learns she has a bigger role in all of this than she previously believed and Kylo’s reason for taking her is revealed...

Warning(s): wound description, language,

Word Count: 4980

Soft billowing sounds of breath greeted (Y/N) as she woke, along with a pounding headache. She weakly propped herself up, taking in her surroundings, her throat which was achingly dry made itself known. The dark gray room, the black silk sheets covering her, the cold compress pressed to her forehead, and her black boots placed carefully on the floor at the edge of the bed. (Y/N) took it all in, the realization dawning on her; she was trapped in Kylo Ren’s quarters once again. The vast emptiness of space stared back at the girl, through the wide-open window ahead, the thousands of stars mocking her, knowing she would probably never escape. (Y/N) slid out of the bed, a shiver eliciting from deep down her spine as her bare feet touched the ice cold tile.

A soft snore followed by the sound of rustling fabric reminded (Y/N) that she was not alone. Slowly she turned away from the window, seeing a stiff black chair positioned at the foot of the bed, the man with ebony colored hair and matching clothing crammed into it.

His head hung back, exposing every little freckle that was scattered across his pale skin, the dark circles that enclosed around his eyes in a sickly manner, and the long scar on the right side of his face from his encounter with Rey on StarKiller Base. His plump mauve lips were parted slightly soft breaths jutting out from between them. His thick black eyebrows were knitted together, beads of sweat began to form across his forehead. He looked bothered in his peace-less sleep, as if something was haunting him. (Y/N) shifted closer, against her better judgement, a feeling deep inside telling her she knew him.

The bridge hallway events came flooding back, her attacks against the Stormtroopers, the red-headed General, her fainting, his voice coming back to her. The voice that plagued her nightmares. How did she know the enemy? Kylo shuffled around in the chair, his large long body stuffed painfully into the uncomfortably small chair. He stirred long enough that (Y/N), afraid of his awakening, rushed backwards into a room… the bathroom.

The door shut down after her and (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief; she felt better knowing he could not see her and she could not see him. She turned to view the bathroom, the same bland black tile enclosing around the small room and the simplistic gray vanity standing out against it on her right. Neatly folded clothing rested on the gray marble counter, the fabric too small to fit Kylo, “There is clean clothing in the bathroom.” (Y/N) peeled off her ruined clothing and tossed them into a medium sized waste bin, besides the vanity, there was no point in trying to salvage them.

Glancing up, (Y/N) caught sight of an unrecognizable reflection staring back at her in the mirror. The woman in the looking glass was covered in filth, her hair weighed down by dried mud, her face as well caked in the brown substance apart from the streaks of clean skin her tears had left behind. Her body was coated in mud, blood staining the skin on her right side, around the dull stained beige bandages wrapped around her stomach. This was not the (Y/N) she knew… this did not even look like herself, and she had gotten into her fair share of messy fights prior to this. Carefully undoing her bandages, (Y/N) disposed of them along with her “sympathizing” clothing, eyeing the wound on her side. The skin was scabbing around the edges of the injury, but the middle was still red, agitated, and bleeding.

It was a miracle she wasn’t dead, but an argument could be made that the situation she was in was no miracle. Turning on the hot water, she stepped into the open shower, only a slab of glass separating her from the rest of the world. But the glass was not enough, not enough to stop the visions swirling around in her mind, all in scrambled bits begging to be put back in the correct order.

As she massaged her hair with a bar of soap, (Y/N) tried to piece together everything she could: the nightmare of the fire, Kylo’s voice, the man who abandoned her on Hosnian, and the fact she had no memory prior to that. None of it fit together, the only thing pieces she could connect was the nightmare and Kylo’s voice, but even that did not seem real. (Y/N) roughly scrubbed her at her skin, her mind racing as the strong smell of cedarwood, cloves, and surprising hints of lavender filled her nose… Now she smelled like Kylo Ren, wonderful! The drain carried away the brown water along with the pink droplets of diluted blood, washing away most of the evidence of her first encounter with Kylo Ren.

For the past 11 years, all (Y/N) had ever wanted was answers to who she was, to what her part was in all of this. Her throat thickened as she thought of her worst fear: that she was no one, an orphan that nobody loved or remembered, a young girl with no memories of her previously nothing life. She felt like a nobody, was a nobody, but she needed answers.

(Y/N) stepped out from behind the glass, reaching for the folded gray towel on the vanity counter. She dried herself off and quickly dressed in the clothing provided for her: black undergarments, long black uniform socks, black uniform pants, and a purposefully uneven gray sweater, the sleeves both different lengths along with the bottom hemline. Her heart was beating frantically against her chest as she turned to face the control panel. A part of her wanted to be foolish and believe he was still asleep and she could jury rig the main door control panel and escape into the night, but who was she kidding? Stay strong, you cannot be weak in front of the enemy, even if he wants to pretend to hold answers to your past, (Y/N) reminded herself. Inhaling deeply, (Y/N) tapped on the control panel, the bathroom door shooting up silently.

The bedroom was eerily quiet, no more soft snores echoing around. Kylo Ren sat on the edge of the black bed, his head in his gloved hands, his back heaving up and down as faint sounds of heavy breathing emitted from his figure. The door closing behind (Y/N), alerted him to her presence, his head shooting up, red sorrow filled eyes locking onto hers. “Hi” He mumbled. (Y/N) nodded stiffly in his direction in return, her words failing her. What were you even supposed to say? “Are you all right? Feeling better?” He questioned, eyes raking over her overall state, in search of any sign of distress.

‘I’m fine, besides being held against my will.” (Y/N) shot back, a sarcastic grin on her face. There’s her inner fire. Kylo winced at her words, head dropping shamefully. “Besides”, (Y/N) moved to sit in a chair beside the bed, as far from him as possible, “Why do you even care?”

Kylo’s head whipped back to look at her, an unreadable look on his features, “What’s that supposed to mean?” (Y/N) let out a short hard laugh as she picked up her black boots. The leather material now gleamed, not an inch of mud to be found on them, somebody cleaned them.

“Simple, men like you don't care about people like me!” (Y/N) stated shoving her black enclosed feet into the clean leather.

“And what does that mean?” Kylo barked anger edging its way into his voice. (Y/N) gulped lowly, every rational part of her should have been trembling with fear, Stars parts of her were shaking, but it did not stop her from antagonizing the beast in front of her.

“I’m really going to have to dumb it down for you aren’t I? Well hmm let’s see… Evil men who have no souls, do not start worrying about women who they don’t know, let alone a woman on the opposite side as you!” (Y/N) heard the fabric of his gloves whine in protest as it was folded in, Kylo’s fists clenched tightly. His ragged breathing returned at an alarming rate as he ran his hands roughly through his hair, fisting handfuls of his inky black locks in his hands. He seemed to sink into himself as he tried to rein in his anger, becoming only a figure of black, a shadow of a monster.

Kylo whimpered slightly, “Please stop calling me that.” It was practically inaudible but (Y/N) caught the words he whispered to himself more than her. His strange and quick transition had her puzzled, taken aback by the vulnerability in his hushed words. Was he affected by her or simply her words? Surely the “Jedi Killer” had been called worse. Kylo straightened abruptly turning to look at (Y/N), dismissing her harsh words with a simple wave of his hand, instead focusing on a particular phrase in her rant.

“But I do know you.” He divulged.

(Y/N) snickered lightly, hand pushing her wet waves out of her face, “I don’t know what kind of delusions you are having Spaceboy but you don’t know me…” she shook her head dropping it, missing the hopeful smile on Kylo’s face at her nickname for him, “I don’t even know who I am.” The room was silent for a few moments, deep breaths being taken by both, the tension thick and suffocating before Kylo spoke once again.

“Your favorite color was purple. Not like the bright vibrant kind, but the pale lilac. The color you see in the sky before the sun sets, the color that lingers in the clouds.” How did he-? (Y/N)’s train of thought was cut off by Kylo chuckling lightly, “Oh how many sunsets you made me watch with you.” He smiled briefly, the sight unfamiliar and surprising to (Y/N). “Your favorite planet was Naboo. We visited twi-once when we were children, you adored the warmth, the clear blue water, and the endless greenery surrounding us. You were so envious that my grandmother had been from there… You were born amid a week long horrible storm on Chandrila and as the story goes, the minute you were born, the rain ceased. A sign they believed to be from the Maker. You talked in your sleep until you were eight. You-”

“Stop! Please…” Kylo looked back at (Y/N), confused why she wanted him to stop, until he saw the girl trembling with tears pooling in her eyes, the eyes that so easily reflected her sorrow. “H-How do you know all that?” She uttered, a small tear slipping down her cheek.

“You and I” Kylo paused, a look of hesitation and uncertainty etched on his face, “We were… we were friends.” (Y/N) immediately recoiled, head ducking down as she tried to process his words. It was not plausible, friends? She wanted to refuse him, deny him outright, but the pieces were assembling themselves. How else would she have heard his voice in her nightmares? Why would she be in a picture with him? Deep down she knew it was true, she used to be friends with a murderer. But why did she not remember?

“Why don’t I remember anything?” Kylo shook his head angrily, standing up promptly, heat radiating off of his imposing stature.

“Luke erased your memory, erased me out of your life. Erased your whole life so you would be safe!” Kylo stalked towards her, undeniable fury rolling off of his body in waves of steam. Luke Skywalker erased her memory? The legendary man who nodded at her on Crait, the Master Jedi? The bearded man had seemed familiar… (Y/N)’s eyes widened finally grasping why, the man on Hosnian. Luke Skywalker was the man who left her on that bench all alone that distant morning. But why had he abandoned her?

The noise of something heavy thudding to the floor, reined (Y/N) in from the endless confusion of her thoughts. Before her knelt Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader, the Master of the Knights of Ren, the heir apparent to Darth Vader, exhibiting pure vulnerability as he looked up into her eyes.

“You would have been safe with me, but I thought you died that night. I thought you were dead (Y/N)!” Kylo’s hand came up to softly caress her cheek, (Y/N) wincing at the notion. Kylo’s jaw clenched at her actions, his bottom lip wobbling slightly. “But, then there you were, my l-friend, 11 years later aiding the Resistance with no memory of me. A fate, a punishment crueler than death…” (Y/N) could barely process the words coming out of his mouth, her heart beating too deafeningly.

“Safe from what?” She pondered, her question no louder than a whisper.

“I presume me. From Snoke. Your own mind maybe.” Kylo answered, dismissing the question rather quickly with a wave of his hand, too pained by the images flashing in his mind to form coherent sentences.

“What’s so dangerous about my mind?” (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed but Kylo was silent, as if he had not heard her question. How could a nobody be a danger to herself?

A low chuckle rose from Kylo’s plump lips, “You aren’t a nobody that’s why. Your mind is dangerous because of the knowledge you possess, you have a larger role in all of this than you believe.” (Y/N)’s stomach twisted and turned as she internally tried to come to terms with the fact that the past she did not remember, held more secrets than she imagined. Kylo still knelt before her, having no second thoughts in the amount of weakness he was displaying, staring at her attentively ensuring she would not faint again.

Refusing to make eye contact, (Y/N) held onto her black boots, the leather appearing even darker from the shadow cast by Kylo. Internally she was questioning how she had gotten to this exact moment, why her life decisions had brought her here, to a murderer holding the key to her past. (Y/N)’s curiosity was consuming her whole, the silence eating away at her as well.

“Who am I?” (Y/N) whispered, the question directed more to herself than Kylo. He was silent as he reached up to tuck a section of her wet hair behind her ear, the contact making (Y/N) flinch once again. Kylo’s jaw bone shifted beneath his freckled skin, clenching together tightly as he attempted not to lose control at the simple reactions. She did not remember him after all, not the old him.

“Your name is (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” (Y/N) glanced up at the man who delivered a name that sounds nothing but foreign. She nodded silently and covered her face with her trembling hands… (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

“General you have to listen to me!” Poe demanded racing around the command center after the General. Even in her aging state she was still quick on her feet, leaving Poe to trail behind like a lost Wookie. He had barely escaped that First Order Sympathizing planet with his life, that treacherous Nor Del selling them out, but in his efforts to escape he had left behind a wounded (Y/N). The First Order had her, Kylo Ren had (Y/N)… Poe grimaced as he remembered the skull shattering pain he had experienced at the hands of the New Supreme Leader. He could only imagine the pain (Y/N) was going through, if she was even still alive. The Resistance pilot shook away the distressing thought, she had to be alive, she had to be.

“Dameron trust me I want to get her back too, but she’s not our top priority at the moment.” The General spoke with the utmost tranquility as she read from a datapad in her hands. Poe let out an exasperated sigh, tugging at the roots of his messy hair.

“She’s in danger and whether or not you support me I’m going after her.” General Organa rolled her eyes, not bothering to look up at the Wing Commander.

“I can promise you she’s okay. He won’t lay a hand on her.”

“And how can you possibly guarantee me that?” Poe questioned crossing his arms over his chest, his frustration boiling over. He knew Kylo Ren was once her son, but the man under the mask was no longer him. She could not be blind to what he truly was now… a monster. Leia sighed dropping the datapad down on an old metal table as she turned to the man who constantly questioned every little decision, it was partially what she liked so much about him.

“Because Poe,” She paused eyeing the surrounding officers who seemed to pay no mind to them, “My son has been in love with (Y/N) since he was fourteen years old.”

Kylo left shortly after revealing (Y/N)’s true name, claiming to have business to attend to, his presence needed back at the command bridge. “Stay here, no more escape attempts. General Hux, although amusing to me, was not particularly fond of your interactions earlier today. I can’t keep you safe if you run around dropping bodies again.” And with that he left, locking her once again in his quarters.

(Y/N) sat motionless in the chair, the ticking of a nearby clock the only indication of passing time. She had only moved when a medical droid came in and reapplied bandages to her abdomen, she did not even try to escape this time. How had she been friends with Kylo Ren? It seemed she had spent her childhood with him. He had answered some of her questions but in their wake only a million more arose. Where were her birth parents? Why had Kylo saved her from a fire? Surely it could not have been the infamous Jedi slaughter, she was not a Jedi! And for fuck’s sake what was her role in all of this?

Kylo’s vague answers were not helping, it only seemed that he wanted to taunt her with her past. Something white on the edge of the black sea of a bed stood out, where Kylo had been sitting, making (Y/N) stand to retrieve it. It was the photograph of a young Kylo Ren and (Y/N), the children only looking to be ten and nine, respectfully. (Y/N)’s eyes watered as she stared into the bright (Y/E/C) eyes of her younger self, the young girl abundantly happy standing next to the sitting down General… The General.

Leia knew she had no memories of her past, many nights (Y/N) would seek comfort from the woman, but why had she never mentioned she knew the girl? Why had she never told (Y/N) the truth? Anger began to boil underneath (Y/N)’s cold skin, warming her instantly. She wanted to be upset, angry, filled with hate because the General had disclosed none of this to her, had let her wander around feeling nothing short of abandoned, unloved, and clueless. But, the anger began to dwindle down leaving (Y/N) to feel shaky, if her past was as dangerous as Kylo said, she could not blame the General for keeping the secret. A part of her knew Leia was only trying to keep her safe.

(Y/N) reached down her gray sweater and retrieved the purple crystal necklace, the only piece from her past she had, something she clearly had always worn, aside from the massive scar on her neck. She glanced down at the vibrant purple crystal, barely being able to make out her reflection as her mind raced around the new information.

Her name was not (Y/N) Stryker it was (Y/N) (Y/L/N), apparently she loved the planet Naboo, but she does not recall having ever been there, and her favorite color was purple. That fact was something she had always remembered, perhaps a given thanks to the crystal around her neck. In the previous empty years when (Y/N) would lie in bed, begging for some sort of clue who she was, she would clutch the crystal tightly and a sense of peace would come over her. No matter how tightly she clutched it now though, (Y/N) only felt worse as tears splashed down onto her hands and lap.

She was so sick of crying, of letting the enemy have the upper hand. It did not matter if Kylo claimed to know who she was, she could not sit here any longer and allow him to taunt her with her own past. It was all just a game to him, he would reveal a small set of clues and watch her gravel and beg for more. (Y/N) had to get out of here and maybe on her own she could find answers herself, Stars General Organa was a good place to start. The Resistance fighter could no longer allow herself to feel helpless, they trained her better than that.

(Y/N) rushed into the small kitchen, yanking open random drawers until she found the one stocked full of shining cutlery. She grabbed a silver coated knife and walked over to the main door, using the knife to pry open the control panel. The red panel fell down, revealing many interwoven multicolored wires, oh Maker. Sure Poe had taught her how to rewire just about anything, but this was different, nothing compared to her flying days with Poe. Placing the butter knife between her teeth, (Y/N)’s hands rapidly reached for the wires, attempting to detangle them. She had to be quick, if she wanted to get out unnoticed. Who knew when Kylo would be back…

Kylo Ren stood in the command bridge, General Hux on his left droning on about security and how all prisoners should be properly secured in holding cells. “She’s not a prisoner General Hux henceforth I will not lock her up like one. Perhaps your soldiers should be more qualified to handle one Resistance Fighter.” Kylo’s eyes stayed trained on the stars ahead, his mind still in disbelief over the last 13 hours.

“My men are more than qualified Supreme Leader, but a Resistance Fighter should be held prisoner. Don’t let your personal feelings get in the way Ren.” Hux spit out, the man still angered by the death grip the girl had secured around his neck…. She had made a mockery of him for all to see.

Kylo’s head pivoted to eye the General, “Personal feelings?” Hux opened his mouth to respond but found the flow of air in his throat being cut off, for the second time today. The redhead sputtered out as Kylo lifted him in a force choke, “It would do you wonders to remember your position Hux and to mind your own business. The girl is of no concern to you.” Hux nodded frantically grasping at his throat and the invisible force choking him, silently begging to be put down. Kylo glared at the man, fury flooding his veins, he did not appreciate the assumptions flying from Hux’s mouth, he knew nothing.

A sensation flooded Kylo’s mind, making him stagger back and drop the General. It was beckoning him, a calling from the Force, and he knew just who from. The energy was one of pure light, one he had known since the beginning of his time, and would always know till his death. Hesitantly Kylo focused on the energy reaching for him, immediately feeling the surge of Light that flooded his being. They’ll come for her. They’ll come for her. The voice kept whispering in his head, the sentence reiterating itself multiple times before the energy disappeared, leaving Kylo feeling hollow.

His eyes shot open, General Hux eyeing him in annoyance as he sucked in large amounts of air. Kylo’s eyes shifted over to see two lieutenants, a woman wearing a tight low bun and a man with a sickly thin face, conversing over their data pads, “You two alert the bay to prepare my command shuttle.” The lieutenants nodded quickly before parading off, Kylo turning his attention back to Hux. “General I am leaving and I am putting you in charge until my return.” Before the man could even put up a fight or question where the Supreme Leader of the First Order thought he was going, Kylo stalked off and out of the Bridge heading elsewhere.

(Y/N) had finally shifted through the multitude of wires, plucking a particular red and a blue one out of the mess. She hoped that this would allow the door to open and not send the entire compound into sirening red alarms. She took a deep breath, silently praying to the Maker for this to work. (Y/N) slowly pushed the two wires together, a spark eliciting from the adjoining wires, and the gray door besides her shot up. She quickly dropped the wires, her hands flying up in victory, her smile making it hard to still hold the knife in between her teeth. Her celebration was ruined by the tall black figure walking through the doorway, eyes wide in surprise, and face looking almost amused.

“You’ve gotten better at that.” Kylo remarked gesturing to the wires, his eyes never leaving her face or more so the knife in her mouth. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow up surprised he had not mentioned her attempt to escape, before removing the knife in her mouth.

“You said you had business to attend to.” Kylo ignored her, his long black fingers plucking the knife from her hand and moving behind her to place it down on the kitchen counter.

“Something’s come up, we’re leaving as soon as possible.”

(Y/N) whipped around at that, “What do you mean we are leaving?” Kylo moved past her again, heading down the hall to the bedroom. He was truly sick in the mind if he thought she was going anywhere with him.

(Y/N) quickly plucked the silver knife off the counter and moved to hide it within her boot, “Put the knife back!” His voice made (Y/N) jump and she groaned slamming the knife back on the counter, deciding to follow after him.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” (Y/N) called as she walked down the hallway, seeing Kylo packing a small black bag with items from his drawers. She vaguely saw him stuff the cylinder wrapped item from beneath the false paneling into the bag as well.

“You will find I can be most persuasive” he mumbled under his breath. (Y/N) moved to stand on the other side of the bed, staring him down, but the Supreme Leader refused to look at her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, this is enough.” (Y/N) gestured to the whole room and ship.

“If you come with me, I can show you your past.” Kylo promised eyes still down as he packed his belongings.

“I want nothing to do with my past!” (Y/N) spit out, trying to regain her composure from his words, was it possible? She bit her lip reminding herself that she had been trying to escape him and his taunting games.

Kylo’s head rose at that eyes reading her, “That’s a lie.” (Y/N) shook her, denying him, he could claim to have known her all he wanted but he did not know (Y/N) Stryker. Kylo’s back straightened as he returned to his towering height, his eyes biting down into her. She raised her eyebrows in response, a silent challenge to be extracted from the action. A

black gloved hand shot out at her, her mind instantly feeling the strain. “You have spent years crying yourself to sleep wondering about your past. You’re confused about all of this, about your part in the big picture. You’re afraid you’ll never find answers or even worse they’ll be answers you don’t want to hear.” Kylo’s hand tugged even harder on her mind and (Y/N) gritted her teeth in response, trying to fight him. “You’re afraid… afraid of m-me.” Kylo stuttered out, eyes beginning to gleam.

“Get out of my head!” (Y/N) strained, pushing him straight out of her head, and herself into his.

The image was murky as if it did not want to fully reveal itself to (Y/N). She could see the plush green grass and a boy in brown robes sitting in it. His black hair blew wildly in the warm breeze, his dark eyes trained on something ahead. It was the boy from the picture only a few years older. The fog began to dissipate up ahead revealing a young girl in taupe colored robes, two thick braids trailing down her back, (Y/E/C) eyes crinkling up as she smiled at the boy. The young girl was the one from the picture, (Y/N) not mentally able to admit who it really was. (Y/N) could feel the strange twisting sensation in her stomach, butterflies erupting inside, the same feeling the dark-haired boy felt as he returned the smile.

The image faded and (Y/N) was once again in the quarters of Kylo Ren, the man now standing beside her watching intently, a frightened look on his face. “Wh-” (Y/N) paused the tears thick in her throat, “Wh-What was t-that?” Kylo sighed, reaching up to wipe away the heavy tears pouring down her face.

“Everything is going to be okay.” He whispered assuringly before waving his hand in front of her face, the darkness once again consuming her vision.

(Y/N) slowly opened her eyes to overwhelming brightness, a white light hanging around her vision. Was she dead? She blinked repeatedly, trying to take in her surroundings, the insignia of the First Order plastered across one wall. Definitely not dead, but on a First Order Command Shuttle, with a familiar dark haired man sitting across from her, his head down in his hands.

“Ren” Kylo’s head rose at that, a hopeful smile on his face before it dropped, realizing he had misheard her. “Where are we going?” A soft smile spread onto his face, but his eyes held an assortment of sadness and guilt.

“Somewhere Safe.”

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(The Kid Series)

Summary: After an unexpected guest appeared at home, the boys try to find her home and realize that she already found her place on theirs.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, light cussing, my general lack of knowledge of the legal system.

Word Count: 6,445k

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You know what hospitals smell like? Well, apparently that's what all government offices smell like.

Sterilized, synthetic. Overall fake. The smiles were fake, the plants... Well, they were green but after Emma accidentally broke one of the plastic flowers off, the boys were sure that those were fake plants.

Waiting in the room was awkward. There had to be at least twenty people in the room, including little kids. But the silence was deafening, the moment a kid raised their voice, they were quickly hushed.

Schneep felt a tug on his coat. He looked down to find Emma looking up at him.

"Scheenp. Why are we here?" She asked in a whisper.

"Well, we..." The woman sitting right in front of him glared, and that made him even more uncomfortable than he already was, "We're here to find your mom and dad."

Emma looked around, anxious. "But they're not here, right?"

"No, we want to know who they are and where they are."

"Shh!" A woman opened an adjacent door and quieted the group in the waiting room.

They settled back on their seats and Scheenp saw Emma starting to walk two fingers down her leg, with her other hand she walked two other fingers to the previous ones. She bounced them around and wiggled the fingers. She muttered something under her breath that he couldn't hear, and then the hand closest to the edge of her leg was blown back and in slow motion fell to the empty space of the chair.

Emma quietly giggled.

"What are you doing?" The doctor asked.

She flinched and looked back at him, embarrassed.

"I'm playing." She blushed and balled her hands into her lap. "Mister Knuckles wanted Ms. Nails to give him the money, but she refused and blew up the building."

"What happened to Mr. Knuckles?" Schneep asked, humoring her.

The little girl smiled shyly and meet his eyes. "When he falls off the building he gets out a parachute and survives." She raised her two little fingers to imitate a body falling, and then slowly and safely reaching the ground.

"He goes home and says to his wife," another set of fingers to imitate the wife, "Dear, I'm sorry. I couldn't get the money. Then she says. It's okay dear. At least you're not dead!"

Both giggle quietly.

"What is the ending?"

The girl leans back, deep in thought. "I dunno... Ms. Nails is probably gonna kidnap Mr. Knucle's wife, but I haven't gotten to it yet."

Henrik was astonished that a seven-year-old could think up of things like that. "You are quite the storyteller."

"Thanks... My little sister liked my stories."

Little sister.

Little sister!?

Schneep smiled awkwardly and turned towards Chase. "Did you-?"

"Yep, I heard her." Chase was stiff.

"What if-"

"The Mcloughlin family?" A woman called from the adjacent door.

Chase, Schneep, and Marvin (who had taken off his mask just for this visit), all rushed into the room with Emma between them.

The woman at the desk was accompanied by a police officer, and as soon as they entered her eyes fell on the little girl.

"Good morning gentlemen. Thank you for being quick about this, you understand how serious a runaway child is."

"Yes, we understand," Chase spoke up while the others took a seat on the chairs in front of the desk.

The police officer walked up to Emma who backed up towards Marvin when she saw the hulking man approach her.

"Good morning, little one. You're Emma?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Your momma called, she's worried sick about you."

"You're taking me back?" She asked, worry very obviously etched on her face.

"Not yet, Emma. We have to talk to your mommy first and take you to the doctor, okay?"

She looked at Marvin for confirmation and he nodded with a soft smile, she then turned back to the officer. "Okay..."

The officer took the little girl's hand and led her out of the room to the in-office pediatrician.

"As you might suspect gentleman, this is a very complicated situation. Emma Stanford was reported missing yesterday at 3pm and her mother and teachers suspected she never got in the bus to return home."

Henrik was going to speak but Chase stopped him. "Do we need an attorney to speak with you, ma'am?"

The lady looked at him with curiosity, "You don't need one, but it is recommended since you have become involved in this case."

"So this is a legal thing?" Marvin asked, his concern rising quickly.

"Of course. The child ran away and we have no reason to believe that she did it unprompted." She explained. "That being said, if you'd like to talk to a lawyer before disclosing any information to us it would certainly help you, but it wouldn't help speed this along."

"I'll call my lawyer." Chase offered quickly whipping out his phone and calling him.

After sorting things out with the lawyer and the woman at the office, there was only one question left in the boys' minds.

"What is going to happen to Emma?"

The woman looked at them as she wrote something down on her notepad. "Well, she will remain under our supervision for the next few days coming up to the trial. We'll try to find her a foster home if it drags, but for now, she'll stay here. Don't worry, you won't have to care for her if that's what you're worried about."

The three men felt slightly uncomfortable at her tone but silently nodded.

"Do you think we could say goodbye?" Marvin asked.

The woman raised an eyebrow at him and eyed the other two. "I'm not sure that will be possible. You may have found her, but she's not supposed to see anyone but her doctors and her mother in the next few days starting the trial.

Marvin itched to say something, but he knew that messing with Child Services was not a good idea so he sighed in defeat and nodded in agreement. He just didn't want her to feel like they were abandoning her.

However, as they were heading out towards their car they were stopped by the front desk assistant.

"Pardon me, are you the McLoughlin brothers?"

"Yes," Chase answered, a little anxious.

"You brought in a child today and she's been a handful for a couple of minutes now. She demands to see you. They need to finish her examination but she won't come out of her hiding spot."

The three men looked at each other and Marvin stepped forward. "Take us to her."

The young woman was speeding through the halls until she came to stop in front of a door decorated with the big sticker of an adorable elephant.

"Come on, dear! You have to come out!" The doctor called Emma who was hiding in a corner under the examination bed.

She had been really smart about it. The bed couldn't be moved without moving half of the furniture in the room, so she either had to come out willingly or someone's whole day was about to be ruined.

"Emma?" Marvin called out softly.

"Are you the parents?" The doctor asked confused.

"No sir, they brought her here today, we were hoping that maybe-"

"I don't want to hear it, Sarah! Take them away, you know she's not supposed to see anyone else!" He interrupted her.

"Marvin?" Emma's tiny voice called.

"Hey, big girl..." He lowered himself and tilted his head to get a better look at her curled up body.

"I thought you left me..."

He saw the tears. Oh damn, he didn't want to admit it, but he saw the tears and he didn't want them there. He wanted to see her happy.

"Never. We're here, okay?" He approached the bed and stood beside the shocked doctor. "But I need you to get out of there."

She sniffed and slowly crawled out of her hiding spot before hugging the man.

"Now, now..." He hugged her back and then pulled her away to talk to her in the eye. "You need a new family, right?"

"I don't wanna go to my family..." She muttered loud enough for the room to hear.

"Well, these people are gonna help you find a new good one, but you need to listen to them. Okay?"

"But I wanna go with you." She whined.

Marvin smiled softly. "I know, I wish you could come too." Chase and Henrik stiffened at that. "But you need to listen to them okay. We are not leaving you. But we can't be with you right now. We're going to see each other again, alright?"

"Promise?" She lifted her pinky finger.

"Promise." He linked his with the girl's. "Now, are you gonna be good?"

She nodded. "Mhmm. I'll do what doctor Ricky says."

"Good." He finalized. She then surprised him with another hug which he happily returned after a few moments.

"We'll be going now. Be good." He stood up and she nodded with conviction.

The three men walked out led by Sarah and when she reached the doors for them she thanked them for the assistance.

"No problem," Marvin answered. "The kid's really sweet."

Getting in the car was like an out of body experience. The three of them were quiet, there was so much to say, yet so much left unsaid.

They knew that the girl had signs of abuse, some of them deeper than others. But what could they do? What could they offer her?

A life with her family would be a nightmare, foster homes were horror stories, orphanages were probably just a bit worse, but she could find a family, she was a very sweet kid after all.

But them?

A mess that came out of someone else's head. What stability could the offer at home? Six people that come and go and one of them being a possible serial killer? What possibly could there be that they could offer her?

Nothing but a messy life and unfulfilled promises of happiness.

"We can't have her Marvin," Chase whispered, filled with sadness. "Stacy left me because she thought I couldn't take care of her or my own children. What if she's right? I can't test if she was right or wrong on an innocent kid."

"I know..."

And he did. And he understood. But that didn't mean that his inner sense of compassion and care could be turned off that easily. Humans love, that is probably our greatest strength and worst enemy.

And coming home just rubbed salt on the wound.

"So," Jackie elongated the word, "she's going back with her family, or...?"

"They don't know yet, these legal battles take too long. Who knows where she'll end up." Chase sighed.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the ones in the room.

"So what now?" Jamie signed.

Henrik sighed, "Well, I have to get back to work. I'm on duty all day. It will do us no good to worry too much."

The others present in the room agreed and headed towards their rooms.

Marvin found an unexpected guest in his room, though.

"Anti. What are you doing in my room?" He asked annoyance and a certain rage as an undertone.

"The brat's gone?" He asked flicking some Crystal's hanging off the ceiling of the dim-lit room.

"Yeah. And don't worry, she won't be coming back."

"Shame. She could have certainly lightened this place up. Although I'm not sure if with her personality or fire, who knows? With my influence, I could help her cause a couple of fires like myself." The glitch smirked.

"Yeah. I think that's another good reason for her to not come back." The magician deadpanned while shoving the other man out of his way so he could pull out a giant spellbook from his bookcase.

"Your loss!" The glitch called out with a sing-song undertone. "I thought you had more backbone than that sparkles."

And then he glitched out of the room.

Marvin sighed before looking back to the current page he was on. Invisibility.

Manipulation of light to reflect and blend in with the environment, like a chameleon. Not really invisible, but using its environment for its advantage.

He attempted it a few times but failed each one of them.

His back went back to what he had seen in the mind of the child. He hadn't told anyone that he had done that. They would believe him since he had done that a couple of times while looking for the remote control.

But he couldn't ignore this.

He just couldn't. He hadn't spent two days with Emma, but in looking through her memories he felt as if he had been there with her for the past year, and suddenly he knew. He cared about her. He cared about her too much to let her go from foster home to foster home.

He hadn't seen the sister she talked about on her memories, but he had focused on her after all. On her feelings. On her struggle. And depending on the age of the other child...He just couldn't let Emma and the other one go through that. Never.

And he was determined to bring them here.

A week later, when they were called to testify, they arrived at court. The six egos. They presented themselves as brothers and each took a stand and explained to the judge what they knew about Emma and how she had ended on their house.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add Mr. Mcloughlin?" The one who was questioning him asked.

Marvin eyed his brothers, they couldn't read their minds, but Chase saw his stiffness and how he looked at them significantly. The man slapped Anti's leg so he would sit straight and leaned towards Henrik to whisper something.

"Yes. I would like to say something else." Marvin began, "When we found Emma, she looked scared. And as the court has already heard, she confessed to her doctor of being abused by her mother's boyfriend-"

"You lying scum!" A male voice resonated through the room, interrupting Marvin.

The slam of the hammer silenced him. "Order! Mister Rivers. If you cannot remain silent, I will have to ask you to step out!" The judge then turned to Marvin. "Proceed."

"Thank you... Now, I don't think this child should go back to that home. Personally. So I would like to open our doors for her to stay until she can be found a proper home."

"You're stating that you would like to become her guardian until further notice?" The man questioning asked in confirmation.

"Yes. I would like to take responsibility for her."

"Can he do that here, right now?" Jamie signed.

"Well even if he can't he's doing it." Jackie snickered, brimming with excitement at the turn of events.

"Mr. Mcloughlin, this is not something to be discussed at this time, but for your sake, we'll keep it in records and come back to it in another time." The judge said with little care or surprise in his voice.

The court case went on and Marvin left the stand to sit next to the others again.

"What were you thinking!?" Henrik berated him in an exasperated whisper.

"I was thinking about Emma."

"You don't even know her! What makes you think that any of us is in any condition to take care of a child!? Much less one like her!" Henrik continued.

"Please, you guys. You have to trust me. I felt a connection to this kid like one I've never felt before. I can't let her go through a hell of a life. I-I just couldn't look at myself in the mirror if I didn't even try to help her. And this is the only way I can think of." Marvin tried to explain.

The others remained silent. Could they fight him on that? Well, really it wasn't up to them to decide.

"The jury calls Emma Stanford to the stand."

They all perked up at that.

The small child was in baggy oversized clothes for her age. Her hair looked a tad bit more tamed, but she looked like a lamb being taken to slaughter as the police officer escorted her to the stand.

"Emma! SWEETIE! Mommy's here! You gotta help mommy out, okay!?" A woman with dark hair who had been pretty quiet until now spoke up.

The hammer of the judge banged down as he yelled for order.

A person came up to make her swear and do the oath and the lawyer for the mother stepped up to Emma with a practiced smile plastered on his face.

"Emma Stanford?"

The girl nodded shyly.

"Look Emma I'm going to ask you some questions and you have to answer as best as you can, okay? We just want to help your mommy-"

"Objection! There is a manipulation of the witness-!"

"Overruled!" The judge interrupted and signaled for the questioning lawyer to proceed.

"Tell me, Emma. Does your mom feed you well?"

"Well... I eat school breakfast and lunch but she always has dinner ready and we eat out during the weekends... So I guess so."

"Does tell you that she loves you?"

And so went on. The questions all revolving around how the mother was good to her and her sister, whose name was Jenny.

"They're manipulating the questions, ain't they?" Marvin grumbled.

"Looks like it. But if you want to keep her home, you best stay right where you are. You lash out and they'll disregard you immediately." Henrik hissed in his direction.

The thing went on for a bit before the other lawyer, the one that was supposed to be finding any signs of abuse finally stepped up. It was a young woman, thick curves, and a sleek black skirt with a clean white shirt. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her blue glasses framed her face.

"Emma. If you don't mind I just want to ask you two more questions, okay?"

"Okay."

"Did you like your mother's boyfriend?"

"Mason?" She glanced to her mom and the man she had mentioned, it was the one who had lashed out at Marvin earlier. His shoulders were tense and Marvin noticed the slightest movement of the head coming from the mother.

"He..." She stared at her mother for a bit more before turning to the woman. "What's your name?"

"Frankie."

"I don't really like him, Frankie. He's mean to me and my mom, and Jenny."

"YOU LITTLE-!" The mentioned man stood up pointing towards the child.

The man was dragged out as he yelled a slew of profanities towards the child. The mother looked distraught and livid.

"Sorry about that dear. Just one more question." The woman smiled at the child apologetically. "If Mason wasn't living with you, would you like to go back home?"

The silence in the room was tense. Every eye was on her and Marvin could practically feel the anxiety seeping out of the child. Under his chair, out of sight, he snapped his fingers, and Emma felt something suddenly growing on her hand.

When she looked down and saw the small yellow flower she smiled and felt brave enough to finally admit: "No. I want to go with Marvin and his brothers."

The woman in front of her smiled a kind smile and turned to the judge. "No further questions your honor."

The rest of the thing was a blur. The judge announced that the verdict would be given in the next few days on the girl's fate.

Marvin wanted to see her but as they escorted Emma away he knew that he wasn't going to be able to see her. He managed to catch her eye, though. And she smiled and, as discreetly as a seven-year-old can, showed him the flower he had grown in her hand.

Then she disappeared from his sight.

What came in sight next was unpleasant, though.

"YOU'RE TRYING TO STEAL AWAY MY DAUGHTER!" Emma's mother yelled in anger while running towards them. "I don't know who you are, or why do you want my daughter but let me tell you that you won't get away with it!"

"I'm sorry ma'am. But you're not making a very good case of being the calm and collected mother." Marvin sarcastically said.

"I made that girl out of my own sweat and tears and you're not going to take her away!" She kept on yelling.

"Let's just go, boys." Chase pushed them as the woman kept going on about the being kidnappers or anything of the sort.

As they exited the building, the woman was still on tow, now yelling at a higher pitch. Spit coming out of her mouth and profanities being said every once in a while.

Marvin noticed Anti stop in the middle of the street when they were almost to their car.

He approached the mother, said something they couldn't hear, and walked back to the car to hop in it.

"What the heck did you do?" Jackie asked him when he saw the petrified woman standing where he left her. Hands over her mouth in horror.

The glitch winked. "That's our little secret."

They proceeded to drive off and go back home. Hoping that whatever testimony they might have given had been enough to help the girl, even if she didn't remain with them, they just wanted her happiness, because no child should have to fear for their lives or feel abandoned.

A couple of days went by and the others began worrying about Marvin. He had been locked in his room and refused to leave it, except for dinner when he would pick up his dish and go back into his room.

"Y'think he's hiding something?" Jackie asked one night, melted cheese uniting his mouth, and the slice of pizza he was munching.

"Well, it's Marvin. You never really know what's going on with him." Chase sighed while scrolling through his phone, pizza on his other hand.

"I might as well check on him, don't you agree?" Jameson signed with a smile on his face.

"Good idea Jamie." Henrik smiled kindly at the younger ego.

After dinner, JJ went upstairs cautiously. Once he had walked in on Marvin performing a difficult spell that left both of them 2 weeks on the hospital and 4 more weeks with a sparkle in everything they touched.

He softly knocked and the door opened with a creak.

When the man entered the room, he noticed nothing too strange about it. The norm things. Mystical crystals, shiny bottles with mysterious liquids. Various jars filled with the rarest of herbs and fruits. In the corner of the room, in front of his monitor, Marvin typed at a document and ate his already cold pizza.

"Yes, JJ? You need anything?" The magician asked taking his eyes off the computer.

"We were just wondering if you were okay. No one has seen you for the past couple of days. We're worried about you Marvin, we can help you if you want to."

The man in the cat mask smiled softly at the obvious display of care that the young ego was displaying, in his hand gestures and expressions palpable despair and worry.

"Thank you so much for worrying about me. But that will do you no good. This is somethin' I have to do for myself. Just tell the others that by the end of this week they have to get the guest room's ready." He smirked knowingly and gratefully to the mute man.

JJ understood, but despite his curiosity, he just nodded and strutted with purpose out of the room.

"By the way!" Marvin called before Jameson closed the door. "Her favorite color is yellow." He winked and went back to the monitor and typing out in his document.

Going shopping the next day was a scramble. What in the world did a 7-year-old girl like that they could offer her?

Yellow, that was the first part. But as Jameson, Jackie and Chase looked around the store for decorations the three of them fell onto despair. Oh, why did they have so many of literally everything?

On their hand, Henrik and Anti were not doing much better. Why they had left them to paint the room was something they asked themselves, since looking at each other was not the most pleasurable of experiences.

"Nein, nein, nein!" Henrik yelled at the glitch when he saw him draw a smiley face with exes for eyes with the yellow paint. "Don't waste the paint. This is for the room not for your entertainment."

"Ah! Stink. Shut up, you're annoying me." Anti said with a childish pout and went back to painting, while Henrik shuffled to the furthest corner to avoid having any contact whatsoever with the beanstalk.

The rest of the evening was spent insulting each other and painting the room.

When the others came back with the back of the car full of things they were surprised to find Henrik's shirt completely covered with paint as he yelled profanities at a very satisfied looking Anti.

"You can't yell like that near the kid, y'know?" Chase asked carrying a mirror under his arm and a bag full of trinkets.

"I know that!" Henrik pinched the bridge of his nose and pointed at the entity next to him. "But you have to stop pissing me off."

Henrik marched away and Anti, without saying a word pointed towards the guest room and glitched out of the room.

The other three walked in to find the small space painted with a lively yellow. Ceiling and floor white. The doors to the closet a crisp white too.

They left all of what they bought in the room and got up the next day earlier than Henrik and began fixing things for the child that was almost certain to arrive at their house.

Marvin came to them late that evening and after approving of the room he asked all of his brothers to join him.

"Emma will be staying with us for the moment being." A reverent fear fell upon those sitting in the room. Suddenly even Anti felt a little uneasy. "But they need to talk to us first. If we're going to do this, I need to know that all of you can do this."

Starting with JJ and Jackie each one of them nodded. Even Anti nodded with a certain confidence to his smile.

"You didn't make us paint for nothing," Anti smirked at the magician.

Marvin, despite their constant quarrels, smirked back. "I just want you to know that it's not going to be easy. It's the ups and downs, the good and the bad. It's the family dinners and family fights. It's the movie nights and the staying after curfew. It's the school plays and bad companies. You are agreeing to all of it." He explained. He understood it, and he wanted it, after all, being who they were even if they fell in love, how could they ever have a family?

"Henrik and I agreed to it with our own children, Marv. But Emma needs us. We'll do it. Don't worry about it. She'll be as much of our child as Grayson, Samantha, or Cassie." Chase explained with a soft expression.

Henrik nodded in agreement. "I love my Cassie till the ends of the earth Marvin. I'll love Emma the same."

With a relieved sigh, Marvin explained the only issue. "We're doing an interview before we can take her."

"What kind of interview?" Jackie asked curiously.

"Like those who want to adopt a child. They want to know us, they'll ask us questions and we have to answer them... Honestly."

The others looked at each other. They had feared something like this. But a family decision had been made, and they were going to make sure this kid didn't have to go through whatever hell she went through before, anymore.

Facing a person from the government is stressful in many ways. There is so much going on in your mind. Are you calm enough? Are they suspicious of you? Do they think you did something wrong even though you haven't done literally anything against the law during your whole life?

Those were the kind of questions going through each of the ego's heads. Except for Anti who had a factual reason to be... concerned... about the law.

When Jackie came out of the room with a smile, the others began to calm down. Then JJ came out beaming, so their relaxation continued. Marvin came and went without an issue and then Anti, or Anthony as he wrote in his check-in, was called in.

The woman in front of him had been the lawyer defending the girl and trying to find evidence against the mother. Anti wasn't expecting such a soft-looking girl to be doing this kind of work, but he didn't question it anymore and went along with it.

"Anthony Mcloughlin, am I right?" She looked at him with seriousness. Then a knowing smirk broke on her face. "Frankie Araujo, I love your work."

Anti tensed up. "Sorry?" He said with an edge.

"Seán's channel has quite a following, you guys are quite lucky that I'm the only one around who likes youtube."

Anti materialized a knife on his hands but kept his arms crossed.

"Oh. I wouldn't recommend you do that, Mr. Antisepticeye. There are cameras here, and that little girl will never reach you if anyone finds out her lawyer is gone." The woman smirked resting her chin on her hands. "Honestly, I was ready to deny your request as soon as Marvin brought it up, but he showed quite compelling evidence that you could help her, that I had to give you a chance.

"Now... I need to hear from you, Mr. Septiceye. I want to know why you want her home. This is not about what Marvin, or Jameson, or anyone else wants. Why do you want her at your home? And please be honest with me. I'll know if you're not."

"Why does it matter? The kid's in a f*cked up place. Even I wouldn't mess with a kid." He scowled.

The woman grimaced when he cursed and wrote something in her notepad. "Thank you for your honesty, but this is an official meeting. Please keep your language professional. If not for your sake at least for the girl's sake." She looked up at him. "Yes. Her household is abusive and very messed up, but we could find dozens of stable families who could give her even more."

With her fingers, she began counting. "Economic stability, structure, ethics, good education, orientation, therapy... Should I keep going?"

The man glitched in annoyance. "And what makes you think we can't give her that?"

She deadpanned at him. "I'm literally looking at a possible serial killer cryptid. Let me tell you, that doesn't seem very stable to me. What guarantee can you give me that one day you won't get annoyed at her and slash her?"

Anti was silent. She was right. He sometimes couldn't control himself. He had already scared her once. What guarantee there was that he wouldn't do her worse again?

"None I guess." He admitted nonchalantly. "But I can tell you this. Even if Seán's mind made us this... messed up. He sure is a softy. And I gotta admit that I'm too for the kid."

After a moment of staring at him. Anti began feeling uncomfortable but maintained his bored facade.

Finally, Frankie smiled at his response. "Thank you Mister Antisepticeye." She stood up and extended her hand to him and he shook it with an air of boredom. "This has been the most informative."

He walked out of the room with scattered thoughts, but an annoyed glare. He plopped into the orange seats outside and slid down the seat until his bottom was almost out of the chair.

"How was it?" Chase asked Anti with worry.

"She's annoying." He huffed before straightening up and placing his arms behind his head and reclining it backward.

"Mister Brody. You can come in."

Chase took in a deep inhale and walked into the office.

The woman smiled at him and waved him to sit down.

"Mister Chase Brody?"

"Yes."

"Frankie Araujo." She shook his hand and flipped the page on her notepad. "A pleasure meeting you."

"Same." He smiled.

Frankie looked at her monitor and then back at him. "You've been to this court recently haven't you?"

He knew where this was going, and he didn't like it at all. "Yes..."

"I see that you divorced Stacy Hillsman about a year and a half ago. I also see an eviction notice to your name about six months ago." She finally turned to him. "You must understand that for an aspiring adoptive father this doesn't look very good."

He nodded in agreement. "I get it. And I take full responsibility for my actions. I really haven't been in a good place for the past year or so, but I've been going to therapy, and my brothers and I share the bills so we're not unstable."

"Do you think now is a good moment for you to bring a child, like Emma, into your life?" She asked leaning forward with curiosity.

"We all seemed to get attached to her quickly. I still love my kids and I'll do anything for them. I think Emma and I need some more bonding to do but I think I can be a good parental figure for her."

"Even though your ex-wife didn't think so?"

She knew she had struck a nerve. She saw his tensing and the almost silent sucking of air as if she had slapped him.

"It is one of the reasons she gave for the divorce. Can't rely on for raising our children." She looked at him in a silent apology. "It was the main reason why there was a custody battle, but weekends were given to you since no one found evidence of a lack of economic, emotional or even psychological help. But when someone raises that question is good to examine yourself, isn't it Mr. Brody?"

Chase felt it. The pit in his chest, the anxiety that he so hard-fought against. His doubts, her words, everything suddenly came crashing down on him like a bomb that was dropped out of nowhere and he didn't know what to do with the remnants.

He looked the woman dead in the eye. "She's wrong. I know that. And I think you know that."

He stood up, but she didn't. Leaning forward he looked almost menacing as he spat, "Any kid deserves so much better than what she has. I look at her and I see my baby girl. I wouldn't want her to go through something like this. So I'll make sure that I get her the best I can get her in anything."

Frankie remained expressionless for a second and then smiled gently and placed a hand over his trembling one. "Thank you, Mister Brody. You've been a great deal of help."

He then leaned back out of her personal space, quietly thanked her and got out of the room.

"How was she?" Anti asked with a raised eyebrow.

Chase sat down with a distant look and leaned his forearms on his knees, hunching over. "You were right, she is annoying."

Henrik went in and out, quieter than usual after the interview, but Chase and Anti suspecting that the conversation had probably gone down similar to theirs.

After about an hour of waiting, the woman opened the door and beckoned all of the boys in. They stood in front of her desk since there weren't enough chairs for all of them.

"Mcloughlin brothers." She smiled at the group. "It's been a pleasure interviewing you and getting to know you a little bit better. With the information relied upon us by your testimony and answers and the research done about each one of you, I must admit that I was doubtful of your ability to take care of a child such as Emma.

"However, after careful deliberation and some insight on doctor Richard's opinion of Emma's relationship with you, we have decided to grant you guardianship of the child."

The excitement was palpable in the room. It could have been just the feeling of joy in their chest but they felt the fuzzy feeling of putting your hand over an old TV. It raises your hair and makes you feel electrified in a very pleasant way.

"Congratulations, now if you would just spare a couple more minutes of your time so we can sign the paperwork, and then you may go. Emma will be waiting outside."

In a blur, everyone signed their papers and almost sprinted through the halls to meet with the official new member of the family. Anti glitched out of the room with his bored face as always, so the others assumed he had just followed the powerline home. But were surprised when they saw him sitting by Emma as she joyfully had a one-sided chatter with him.

"Emma," Marvin called her.

"Marvin!" She leaped out of her seat and hugged his long legs. "You came back!"

"Of course little one. Didn't I promise that we would see each other again?"

The little girl's eyes were sparkling. "Yeah. You did." And then she proceeded to hug the rest of them.

"We have a surprise for you, Emma." Chase leveled with her.

"Really? What is it?" She asked in wonder.

"Today we asked to miss Frankie to let us bring home a very pretty little miss." Henrik playfully told her as if it were a great secret.

"Oh wow! Really? And who might she be?" She asked innocently, genuinely not knowing they were talking about her.

Henrik looked at the others and Marvin opened the folder of the paperwork to find one that had her picture. "I don't know if you know her." He found it and showed it to the little girl. "She looks like this."

It took the girl a couple of seconds before placing her hands over her mouth and gasping.

"Wait... R-Really?" She looked from one of the guys to the next. "You're not kidding me?"

When the others only smiled kindly to them she drew in a second louder fast before laughing in delight and hugging each one of them, going as far as giving Marvin and JJ a peck on their cheeks. "I'm going home with you guys!" Tears were now fully flowing, but the little girl didn't care.

She was going home.

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