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loversamongus · 4 years

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Friends, Fevers, Family Movies

a/n: first one shot for @fromthewatertribe‘s 1k follower event! This turned out to be A LOT longer than I expected and it was also originally for a whole other prompt??? And then just??? Evolved into this??? I knew I wanted to write something that featured a Sokka friendship (and a Katara one!) but also feature good ol’ Zuko fluff. So here ya go. Word vomit. TO CELEBRATE NINA BEING AWESOME.

Also important: written as a world without covid, but does mention the flu. prompt: go to bed, you idiot.

words: 2k

relationship: Zuko x reader

Sharing an apartment with your best friends has its highs and lows. On the bright side, you truly lucked out between the epic prank wars, overly competitive game nights, and the bureaucratic division of chore responsibilities. However, there’s also the constant paranoia that someone can jump out of your closet in a gorilla costume, the frustrated search for the last blue Sorry piece after a certain sore loser flipped over the coffee table, and Katara’s insistence on hand washing all dishware even though the kitchen has a perfectly good dishwasher. The three of you never experience a dull moment.

And you’re so grateful to be living with them. Sokka and Katara are your best friends but now it’s like having a brother and sister of your own. Due to the smaller size of the apartment, you and Katara share a bedroom but neither of you would have it any other way. Though you both have your own corner of the room, you’ll spend hours laying on the gray shag rug in the middle between your beds just talking.

“Today, at the diner, a man had the AUDACITY to call me ‘pretty girl’ and like, yes I am pretty but I don’t need an old coffee-breathed, wrinkly limp noodle to tell me that so I assumed he was just stating the obvious and that I should also call him by obvious nicknames in order to better communicate with and understand the customer, as my manager puts it.”

“And what did you call him?”

“When I came back with their food, he said, ‘Can the pretty girl also get us some mayonnaise packets?’ And I said, ‘Not a problem, ‘crusty man.’”

Katara tried her darnedest to flash you a severe look but couldn’t help choking on a fit of giggles.

“Suki approves of it and we spent the rest of our shift calling each other different names when we crossed paths!”

The rest of the night would linger on with more work day stories, giggles, and Sokka occasionally pounding on the door for you both to shut up already because he is trying to sleep goddamnnit and can’t do that while the apartment is filled with your shrill girlish squeals.

Finally, when you both struggle to fight off sleep, you wave the white flag and drag yourself into bed. But just before you drift off, you hear Katara whisper your name from across the room. You’re not even sure if she’s awake, you’re both so tired, but you answer anyways.

“Hmm?”

“What do you think of Aang?”

“He adores you (yawn) it’s so sweet. I like him for you.”

There’s a silence and you think you’re free to finally fall into your dreams until Katara speaks again.

“What do you think of Zuko?”

“Hmm? I dunno, he’s our (yawn) friend and I like when he brings over (yawn) fireball for game night (yawn) why?”

Your exhaustion overpowers you before you could hear Katara respond, “Because he adores you, it’s so sweet. I like him for you.”

Although also your best friend, living with Sokka feels much less sweet and much more chaotic. Somehow you’re at each other’s throats more so than he is with his own blood related sister. It may have started when the Sock Battle started, a game in which Sokka made it his mission to hide his stenchiest pair of socks somewhere in your stuff. By now, you’ve found his socks in your pillowcases, in textbooks, in your gym bag, and in a picture frame next to your bed. You deliberately retaliate in any way you can during game night. While these instances often have you second guessing your friendship with him, you and Sokka could both put the bickering aside with a Disney movie and a bucket of buttered popcorn.

You could have killed him though when he gave you the flu. Katara was spared thanks to her daily regimen of vitamins and obsession with cleanliness, and Sokka had even recovered rather quickly. But you were not as lucky. Even though it was only the beginning of October, you had Katara dig out your flannel holiday pajamas to warm you up from the chills. The darling that she is, Katara made you her famous homemade soup and set it by your bedside table before heading out to see Aang. In the meantime, it was time for payback.

“Sokka, I need you to refill my water bottle.”

“Do it yourself.”

“Fine and when I get over to the kitchen I’ll lick every bag of beef jerky you own.”

“Oh my god, fine. Give me your water bottle.”

“Sokka, I need to charge my phone. Give me your charger.”

“No? Yours in your room, go get it.”

“If only my legs weren’t so weak from this terrible flu I’ve contracted from someone I trusted to be more hygienic.”

“Here, take it.”

“Sokka, you need to light a candle in the bathroom. Ooh do the rose petal one.”

“Ugh, no. You know I hate yours and Katara’s girly scented candles.”

“Okay, but then don’t complain about the smell when you go in.”

“It can’t be that bad— OH MY GOD DID SOMETHING CRAWL OUT OF YOU AND DIE?! OH MY GOD IT’S TRAVELLING. IT’S TRAVELLING THROUGH THE APARTMENT.”

By the fourth day of having the flu, Sokka was sick. Not of the flu. Of you. Katara had been spending as much time with Aang as she could to avoid catching anything from you so the responsibility of taking care of you fell on Sokka. And he was finally reaching the breaking point after you left used tissues all over “his side” of the couch. You snuggled into your pile of blankets as you watched your best friend grumble about the living room, every so often glancing at you while muttering incoherently.

After picking up the last of your snot filled, flu infected tissues, Sokka stood in front of you and took a long, exaggerated breath.

“I am leaving this Land of Disgusting to eat at the diner before driving Suki home.”

“Sokka, you had me at ‘I am leaving.’”

“Shut up. You still have a fever so I’ve called in reinforcements to look after you while Katara and I are both out. They’ll be here shortly after I’m gone. Can you handle yourself for 10 minutes?”

“Aye aye, captain.”

Before leaving, Sokka grabbed one more blanket from your room to bring to you on the couch. You realize how lucky you are to be such a pain in the ass and still be so loved by your little family. These happy thoughts, along with the utter amusement over the possibility of Toph being the one taking care of you, lulled you into a short, soft nap.

When you open your eyes next, the living room is dark, save for the small lamp in the corner of the room. As you go to stretch out your legs on the couch, your feet kick into something that wasn’t there before.

“Sokka?” you ask wearily, assuming your friend is back from dropping Suki off home.

“Nope.”

It wasn’t Sokka’s voice. Nor was it Toph’s. Trying your best to sit up under the weight of five blankets, you turn your head to see Zuko’s face illuminated by his phone’s screen as his thumb continued to scroll.

“Oh. Hi.”

He looked over at you. “Hey. Can I get you anything?”

It takes you a moment to get over the fact that Zuko is the reinforcements, the one called to take care of you while your roommates are out of the apartment. But finally you respond, “Actually, my throat is really dry. Can you grab my water bottle for me?”

He reached over to the coffee table to grab your water bottle for you. Then, after handing it you, Zuko went back to looking at his phone.

“Katara says you have to take your medicine once you’ve woken up.”

“Ugh noooooo. I don’t want to.”

Taking pills has never been your been your strong suit. Maybe it’s your irrational fear of choking on them or just your innate ability to be stubborn about everything but you try to put up your best fight.

“You have to. Or else we’ll have to cancel another game night or you just won’t be able to play with us. And then who would kill Sokka first in Among Us.”

“You’ll have to continue my legacy, that’s all.”

“Just take the pills. I already cut them up for you.”

“Fine... thank you.”

After you swallow the last pill, you lay back down on the couch but Zuko gets up.

“Where are you going?”

“Since you’re up now, let’s watch a movie. There’s nothing else you should really be doing in your condition.”

“I have my DVDs on my shelf in my room. Pick me a Disney movie?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh my god, please? I am very sick and frail and only the nostalgic joys of my childhood can cure me.”

“....fine.”

You muster up a squeal that quickly turns into a cough as Zuko leaves the room. After a few minutes he comes back with Toy Story 2, a choice that makes you raise an eyebrow considering its heartbreaking song is not something you’d expect Zuko to want to watch. Nonetheless, you hardly protest as the two of you settle in on the couch for the movie to begin.

To your surprise, the animated movie managed to steal a couple chuckles from Zuko. After all the bickering throughout the week with Sokka, it was a welcome and pleasant sound ringing in your ears. Despite your better judgment, you shift closer to him, especially when you know Jessie’s big song is getting closer. He doesn’t move away though and even wraps an arm around you. When a chill runs down your spine, you wonder if it’s due to the fever.

“Are you crying?”

“It’s just SO sad, how could you not, Zuko?! Somebody needs to LOVE HER AGAIN.”

Grinning, he hands you the tissue box, which you fully accept both for your tears and flu-inflicted runny nose. But once the song ends and you’ve let out a good cry, your eyelids start to feel enormously heavy. Zuko must sense this because he scoots a bit closer to you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to pass the flu onto Zuko, but for some reason he feels warmer than the mountains of blankets you’re buried under.

The rest of the movie plays on and you struggle to keep your eyes open, often shifting against Zuko to wake yourself back up. You know there’s more to the movie but Zuko picks up the remote and turns off the tv. Before you could even question what he’s doing, he’s lifting you up and walking you to your room.

“But we didn’t see the end of the movie!”

“You weren’t going to stay up to see the end anyways.”

“But you needed to see Jessie and Bullseye find new homes! With Andy! And Wheezy!! Wheezy gets fixed!!”

He helped you under the covers and sat beside you on your bed for a moment. You still feel enough energy to offer up a few more protests.

“Only the end of the movie can cure me with its pure, unadultered childhood joy! You can use some, too! Disney fixes all things!”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but before getting up, Zuko leaned in to kiss your forehead lightly.

“Go to bed, you idiot.”

You didn’t even register when he left your side because you were asleep again within minutes. In fact, when the sunlight from the bedroom window wakes you up hours later, you could have sworn it was all just a fever dream anyways. Disney movies cuddled up with Zuko? Definitely sounds fake. However, later on in the morning, you do begin to suspect it was all real when you find your Toy Story 2 DVD still in DVD player and catching Katara and Sokka trying to discreetly give each other a high five.

#nina's 1k event #zuko x reader #lol what is consistent verb tense i do not know clearly

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hauntedscreams · 3 years

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“Are you fucking kidding me?” Olivia shouted into the abyss. The rubble from the collapsed building was all around her and she couldn’t find her way out. She had even risked her manicured nails trying to claw at the piles, hoping to free herself. It would be a lot easier if her foot wasn’t trapped, then she could stand a chance of getting to her wand. How fucking long had she been stuck anyhow? Three, four hours. No, it was probably more like five or six. She had had enough time to go over all the steps to The Sleeping Beauty ballet in her head at least twice.

She should feel pain, but instead all that was coursing through her veins was sheer rage. She was mad at herself, mostly. Also, semi-mad at her friends, just for the simple fact that they shouldn’t have blasted to building while she was in there. She knew logically this wasn’t their fault, she had known of the plan and they hadn’t known she had gone inside. But, reasoning wasn’t Liv’s strong suit.

She was angry for herself for not getting there earlier. Especially since she knew of the consequences. It was supposed to be simple, easy, in and out. But, she had gotten distracted earlier in the morning by a new dagger that had been brought into the shop. How could she have been so stupid? She could have studied the damn thing later. But, noooooo. She just had to sit around and stare at herself in a mirror holding it. It wasn’t until an hour had gone by that she realized she was running late and was risking not making it there in time. But, she had to try. Araminta was working and she had wanted to get her out first. Call her sentimental, but even if she knew things would never work out between the two of them, there was no way she was going to let Min get hurt.

But, she had been too late. Far too late. She had barely made it into the building when the explosion went off. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Olivia shouted again, hands banging on the ground beside her. “Ugh!” She screamed in frustration. She had failed Araminta, she hadn’t kept her safe. She could only hope that the blast hadn’t been close enough to her that she had gotten hurt. She had seen her face, right before the floor had given away underneath of her. So close, but not close enough.

She was sure Antonin and Paris were both going to yell at her for her decision to go into the building. Luca probably wouldn’t be all too happy, either. Shit. Hopefully, none of them had been there. Especially, not Cali or Sera. They had all known, so she wasn’t too worried. She was probably the only death cult member dumb enough to find herself a victim of their own fucking plan.

Fuck it. She had nothing else to lose and she would be damned if she was going to die in this hole without trying anything.

“Fucking hell!” She screamed as she twisted her leg, flattening her ankle until she heard a pop. Breaking her own foot was a new one, even for her. But, it had the desired effect because once the bone cracked, she was able to slide foot out from under the piece of concrete that had been entrapping it. So much for doing any dancing for the next few months. She could only hope she hadn’t done too much damage that the healers wouldn’t be able to fix it.

She used what was left of her strength to crawl across the ground and reach around for her wand. “Gotcha, you little shit.” She mumbled once she felt her fingers clasp onto the wood. She sent out a blasting curse, but more debris only fell down around her. She could only hope someone had heard the commotion and would be able to get her out.

#tw: self injury #;olivia { selfpara }

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gt-fluffy-vore · 4 years

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Mindtrapped Chapter one: 911

Sanders Sides fanfiction

Warnings: Car crash, panic, GT, not being able to control one’s own abilities, mention of rape, mention of murder

2103 words.

Thomas was forty minutes into his two hour drive to Daytona Beach, where he'd be staying for a well needed, if not modest, vacation, and already he regretted it. It was Virgil and The Duke who were to blame. Not only would they not leave him alone, they wouldn't leave each other alone either. And, much to The Duke's pleasure, he was beginning to wonder if driving himself into oncoming traffic would be a better alternative to these two… But he hadn't meant to actually do it…

"Thomas, you'll be staying in a hotel, will you not?"

"Uh, yeah? So?"

"So?!" Remus let out a laugh. "Oh, Thomas. What are hotels for?"

"Sleeping? Watching cartoons if you pay for a nice one?"

He sighed amidst another laugh. "Ah, Thomas, you have got to stop ignoring these things! Hotels are for sex! Rape! Eh, occasional murder if you're feeling particularly… horny."

"That…" Virgil groaned. "That has nothing to do with why hotels are a bad idea… But they are a bad idea…"

"Uh-huh…" Thomas was getting aggravated again. Or rather, he was getting pissed off. Couldn't they just shut up and let him concentrate on driving?!

"Especially if you don't have a really nice one…"

"Virgil, I do have a really nice hotel. That's why this is called a vacation."

"But what if it's not as nice as you think it is? Or, what if it is exactly as nice as you think it is and you get killed anyway?!"

"O-Okay, when - when did we ever mention getting killed?"

Remus sighed. "Sex, rape, occasional murder, it's like you're not even listening to yourself right now! Ha! That was a joke." He cleared his throat and continued. "Anyway, the risk of getting killed is half the fun! That's the excitement of it!"

Virgil groaned, answering through gritted teeth. "That's not exciting. Danger is not exciting. It's… dangerous, that's… that's the point of danger."

"Well sure it's dangerous, but what's life without risk? That's like a cheap hotel without endlessly stained bedsheets."

Thomas and Virgil's faces both shot red. "L-Life without risk is safe! And… comfortable."

"And what good does comfort do if it makes life so bland it's hardly worth living anymore?!"

Thomas had finally had it. Stupidly, he turned away from the road to glare furiously at the two in the back seat so he could shout at them directly. "Just SHUT UP!"

…

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I - I think I just hit someone. I mean, I did hit someone! I-I don't know what happened! One second the road was empty, and the next they swerved right in front of me!"

"Okay, take a deep breath. Are there any young children in the vehicle?"

"Uh, n-no. It's just the one guy."

"Alright. Can you tell if they're breathing?"

"Um… Y-Yeah? I-I think so…"

"Okay, that's very good. Now can you tell me exactly where you are right now? We're going to send an ambulance to you."

"Um, y-yeah… But - but is he gonna be okay?"

"The EMT's will do the best they can to take care of him."

"Okay… I just… I'm a really big fan of this man's work…"

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Meanwhile, every one of the Sides simultaneously lost their vision, which was unsettling enough on it's own, until they all collapsed in unison in their rooms seconds later…

The first to wake up was Patton, who groaned and sat up slowly, blinking his eyes open. He was met with… well he wasn't even sure what it was. Some kind of… yard? Thing? Surrounding him were… the sky was made of stone?! Wait, no, it was just really, really tall cobblestone walls. They were thousands of feet high… And now that he thought about it, he could only see one actual wall, which meant that this yard thing was probably thousands of feet wide as well. Whatever this place is aside, where even was he? Was he in the real world? He definitely wasn't in his room… Was he in the mind palace in some way? He didn't see Thomas anywhere… Oh, no! He scrambled to his feet. "Roman! Logan! Noooooo! My makeup adorned angel-son!" Breaking into tears, he stumbled towards Logan, the closest one to him, who was sprawled out on the cement floor, unconscious, silently reminding himself not to use the cheerful nicknames for Virgil - he expressly said he didn't like that. "Logan! Please! Please, wake up! Uh… uh… water!" He summoned a water bottle and… uh, he summoned a water bottle… He tried again. Why wasn't it working? Maybe just try one more time, maybe he was doing something wrong. Nope. He couldn't summon anything. Uh, no water then. Frustrated and more worried than anything else, he reached out a hand and patted the side of his face. Nothing. "Logan, please!" Moaning nervously and playing with his fingers, he finally gave in and smacked Logan's face gently. "I'msosorryLoganpleaseforgivemeIdidn'twanttoIpromiseIjustwantyoutobeokayI'msorry!"

Finally, Logan shifted and groaned, then slowly sat up. "Where are w-"

Patton interrupted him by pulling him into a tight hug. "Logan, oh my gosh, you're okay!"

"Yes, Patton, I am 'okay'. Now would you please… be so kind… as to release me?"

"Oh!" Laughing nervously, he pulled back. "Sorry, kiddo." He grinned, stepped back, then let his face drop. "Logan… where are we?"

Logan looked around, took in his surroundings, and after a long time, he sighed in defeat. "I… I don't believe I have ever had to say this before… Patton, I… I don't know…"

There was a groan nearby as someone sat up. "You? You, Logic… doesn't know?"

"You are fully aware this is not a fact I am proud of!"

Patton rushed over and helped Virgil to his feet. "You alright? Nothing hurts?"

"Uh, all in one piece and pain free… Well, physical pain at least…"

"So normal for you, right?"

"I guess… I just wish we knew what was going on…"

Patton sighed. "Me too… But hey! We can figure it out, right Logan?"

"Um, yes! Yes, of course we can."

"But we gotta wake Roman up first… He looks really Rom-out of it. Yeah? Get it?" Logan and Virgil both glared. "Okay, okay, I get it… Not funny… But how should we wake him up?"

"Allow me." Logan stepped over to him, crouched down and held his hand out. "Um..." He shook his hand and tried again.

"Ooooh, yeah, I tried that first to wake you up, and for some reason we can't… summon things here."

"Well that's… inconvenient. I suppose I will be using... other methods." He cleared his throat, then said rather loudly, "Disney is officially cancelled until further notice."

"WHAT?!" Suddenly they all scrambled away, Logan being flung by the sudden, drastic change. "Oh, it's just you. Why are you all so tiny? And where are we?"

"We have yet to make that conclusion. And we are not the ones who are small, actually no one is small, it is you who has changed size." Logan rose to his feet and dusted himself off, then straightened his tie and looked up at him.

"Okay, I-" Virgil groaned. "I knew you were extra, but this is just… Is this really necessary?"

"Is what-oh good galloping parahnas! How long have I been this size?!"

"Precisely fifty-six seconds — since you became conscious that is. One minute and one second now, one minute and three seconds, one minute and-"

"Yes we get the idea thank you very much."

"Hey Roman? Not tryna rush you or anything, but could you maybe change back? Ya know, to normal size? Not that I have anything against you being a giant, it just makes it hard to hear ya up there."

"Do not fret dear Patton! I shall return to my normal size this instant!" After a silent moment where his size changed absolutely not at all, his face dropped. "Okay, now you can fret."

"Why?" Logan straightened his glasses. "Why haven't you withdrawn your size?"

"I… it seems I… can't."

"Well of course you can! What's stoppin ya, kiddo?"

"Nothing's stopping me, I just… can't. I can't shape-shift! At all!"

Virgil looked up. "You mean you're stuck like that?"

"Y-Yes!"

"What happens when Thomas calls you to the real world then?"

"Oh, no! If - If I can't shape-shift anymore and I can't return to our size then… then I'll never get to talk to Thomas again! I'll never be a part of another video! Ever! Logan, you must help me! You'll help me, won't you?!"

"You asked me for help? You must be desperate."

"Logan, can't you hear how desperate I am?! Help me… please."

Logan blinked, genuinely surprised. Roman was asking him for help, and he said please? "Of course I'll help you, Roman. Now the first step to this process is to deduce where in Thomas's mind we actually are. And since we are unable to leave, the probability of actually getting to a conclusion is growing slim…"

"What do you mean, we can't leave?"

"I mean exactly that, Virgil. I have attempted to leave this… domain a number of times now, to no avail. There is also the dilemma of Roman's new size…"

They all glanced at him. He was nearly fifty feet tall now, towering above them all. "We're all aware I hate every bit of this, right?" Virgil groaned.

Roman sighed dramatically. “I’m not exactly thrilled about this either. Although… it has always been a dream of mine to experience the life of a giant…”

"Congratulations," Logan sighed. "Now how to reverse it… I'd have to know what caused this, and to know that would be to understand this new domain… Argh, this entire line of reasoning is a paradox!" He took a deep breath. "No, no it's not. There has to be a way to learn more about this place without speaking to Thomas… Firstly, I assume you cannot return to your normal size either, Patton? Or… Um, form?”

“What do ya mean?” It was only then that he, and Virgil, realized that he’d slowly been shrinking and changing form. He was now about two feet tall and had floppy blue dog ears replacing his own, and sharp, pointed teeth, and his fingernails were pointed into tiny claws. They also noticed he had a visible layer of fur covering his body. “Well how did I not notice this before! I don’t remember shape-shifting.”

Virgil shook his head. “How did I not notice that?”

“Oh, well. Time to test your theory, Logan!” There was an awkward pause where Patton threw a hand into the air above him, then looked down at himself. “Welp, looks like your theory’s right! I… can’t shape-shift either. What about you?”

“Neither can I. Virgil?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“So none of us has any control over our morphing abilities… Unless… I hate to bring them into this, but has anyone seen The Duke or Deceit around?” They shook their heads — all except for Patton. “Patton?”

He was staring up at Roman, jaw dropped. “Uh, what?” he muttered, still not looking away. His ears were flatter than before against his head and his long tail was curled around one leg. Wait, tail? When did that show up?

“Um, Logan, is it just me or is he still shrinking?”

Logan cursed under his breath. “Patton. Patton!”

“Uh, wh-what?” He set a hand on Patton’s shoulder, and Patton flinched and looked up at him, then laughed nervously. “Heh, wow, I just keep gettin’ smaller, huh?” He was barely taller than a foot now, and still trying to force a grin.

“I have a few ideas as to why our abilities are acting like this, but I’ll need more information first… I’ve never seen anything like this.” The one thing he wasn’t thinking about was how monstrously huge Roman, currently fifty feet tall, must look from the point of view of someone who’s only a foot tall. Even against him or Virgil, Patton only reached just under their knees now, and with no way to turn back. But of course, Logan wasn’t even considering that Patton was scared. “Roman. Can you think of anything Thomas has watched or read lately that might inspire changes like this?”

“Um… I don’t think so… Why, do you think Thomas is doing this to us?”

“I think his subconscious may be forcing this…”

“So you think Thomas is doing this… on accident...”

“It’s not that simple, Roman. I don’t think Thomas actively has any idea what’s currently happening here. But we are still in Thomas’s mind… I just have to find out where…”

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justphilia · 4 years

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Royalty AU I had but won’t write maybe probably I don’t know

Guess who got unsatisfied with a post and decided to rewrite the whole damn thing?

This bitch!

Anyways I’m gonna give this a go again, this time gonna write in arcs and not in characters.

Same situation as my DBH idea, except this one is even more loose since I don’t know a lot about royalty and I thought about this while sitting around.

Kageyama parents ambiguously dies and Reigen takes pity on the boys. They’re like teens turning adults I suppose? Seventeen to twenty??????? It’s tough, I will fix this.

Ritsu doesn’t like the idea but Shigeo hears there’s a really nifty garden in the palace and what could go wrong if they lived as princes anyways?

One thing about Reigen that is commonly known in the kingdom is that, no matter how many times he denies it, he has a soft spot for kids that ranges from younger than him.

Which is an issue because staff members are counted.

Cue Tome and Teru. Tome’s a maid servant who also got picked up by Reigen since she was some thief or something idk I’m working on that. At first she got offered the princess role too but she’d rather work with dirt than wear a dress bigger than herself.

Teru’s a knight who has always been in the palace, so he wasn’t offered the prince role. Fine by him though, he gets treated like one anyways, which is why he’s such a prick sometimes.

When Tome arrived, Teru assumed she was hired as staff and wasn’t aware she was suppose to be a princess. So when Ritsu and Shigeo arrives, he thought they’d be the same as her, so he gets a little cocky, assuming they were new servants or something.

Until Reigen declares them as his new sons.

Both requested to keep their family name until they get comfortable, which Reigen immediately understands. Ritsu low key gets a crush on Teru because he’s handsome, and nearly fucking dies when Teru is assigned to teach Ritsu the basics.

Tome gets assigned with Shigeo, and even though she turned down the offer, she was aware of the basics after reading a few books and watching how Reigen acts.

Ritsu, being the fast learner he is, grabs ahold of the idea pretty fast. Shigeo, on the other hand, keeps screwing it up. Mostly because during the times he was suppose to practice, he was vibing in the garden.

This ticks Teru off, because, “Isn’t he at least grateful he’s here? Can’t he take this prince thing seriously?”

Anyways news got out to the other kingdoms that there were new princes, so they’re all buzzing around pretty excited because, for one, despite how shady Reigen seemed, his kingdom is running wealthily and everyone wants a piece of that. But since he didn’t had kids before, they couldn’t arrange marriages to mooch off his shit.

Now that he did though...

But since the news was still pretty fresh, no one really knows who the kids are exactly.

The first person who got intrigued was Suzuki, specifically Shou. He gets a bit too impatient in waiting for more news and decides to travel over to see the new princes himself. He meant to visit Shigeo - since the only info he knew was their names and who was older - but accidentally found his way towards Ritsu’s room instead.

Ritsu isn’t the least bit amused when he saw Shou just sitting there, but he was definitely panicking.

Shou thought ahead and came in with a disguise, actually, so it won’t give a reason for Ritsu to act all nice and shit. But even after revealing who Shou really was, Ritsu was still just blatantly rude.

Shou liked that.

He promises to visit every week at night.

Ritshou ensues.

After Ritsu finally gets the gist of this royalty jazz, Teru gets a bit frustrated and requested that he teaches Shigeo. Tome shrugs and lets him do it, wishes the blonde good luck, and continues with her chores.

Terumob ensues, will not elaborate. Shigeo is lovable that way.

When Shigeo and Ritsu both finally got the hang of things, Reigen organized a ball to celebrate it. People are invited.

Tsubomi’s role in this is pretty shaky not gonna lie, but she does live as a Suzuki and I’ll probably fix this too. She gets a little crush on Tome and they talk.

Tsutome ensues, but it’s forbidden love (wahhhhhh).

Tome reveals she was suppose to be a princess too, but it would be awkward if she decided to change her status now. She still strongly doesn’t want to be a princess either.

There’s a huge plot hole here as I jump to the next arc without explaining how.

Tsubomi convinces Ritsu that since they are both extremely gay, they should get married without having to worry about accidental crushes. After getting married, Tsubomi can take Tome (as funny as it sounds, it’s technically what happens), then request a divorce and have Ritsu marry Shou instead so there’s not much backlash.

Problem is, they can’t tell anyone else, because rumors do happen and they don’t want to risk that.

Which causes a lot of issues that gives Reigen a large headache I suppose, ranging from Shou sending flowers to Ritsu, to Shou getting mad at Tsubomi, to Shou trying to get Shigeo instead but Teru goes, “HISSSS MINE.”

Things go well in the end. But I did have like a sequel where Shou would take Ritsu on an adventure to find Shou’s mom. Forgetting to tell people.

Cue Reigen screaming as he searches for his son.

Shigeo: Can I come, that’s my brother--

Reigen: No you stay here and rule the kingdom in my place with Teru and Tome.

AND HERE’S THE FUNNY PLOT TWIST GUYS:

Reigen finds Shou’s mom first, she’s in a tower locked away with Serizawa guarding the place and also to keep her company. Reigen low key gets injured, it’s vague, and Serizawa’s like: Damn, now to protect two royalties I guess.

Problem: Reigen isn’t even aware Shou’s mom is Queen Suzuki, so he rests in a cool tower with Serizawa and her until he feels better to search for his son again.

“Imma go now.” Reigen throws a peace sign but Serizawa has been given orders that if anyone was to trespass this area, they cannot leave alive.

But hey, he said they can’t leave alive, never said they can’t stay alive.

So Serizawa’s like, “Noooooo, you’re still hurt.”

“Damn, guess you’re right.”

Serizawa tries numerous ways to delay Reigen’s healing, but it can only do so much without actually killing the man.

But the moment he gets better, Ritsu and Shou finds them.

“DAD WHAT THE FUCK.”

“Oh hey son.” Suzuki and Reigen says at the exact same time. They look at each other. “What.”

“hellu mommy, i found u, is our hide and seek game over did i win?”

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #suzuki shou #kageyama ritsu #ritshou #terumob #hanazawa teruki #kageyama shigeo #reigen arataka #kurata tome #serizawa katsuya #takane tsubomi #serirei #tsutome #fanfic ideas

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bugaboowritings · 5 years

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Cry Until You’re Ladybug Red -One-sided Reveal Fic

Marinette is an ugly crier.

I’m tired, but writing helps me so here you go. A fic that was written over and over again for the last 6 hours. ENJOY SOME Light Ice ANGSTTTTTT!!!!

Marinette Dupain Cheng didn't know if it was the tension from everything and anything making it harder to peacefully sleep at night or maybe it was just her backpack collecting too many assignments. Prompting a backache that prevented her from lying down without a chorus of 'ow's following after.

The classes she came late to or missed entirely finally caught up with her. Now she was doing twice the amount of homework when others complained about the single reading assignment they had. Marinette had to fill in the blanks for lessons she wasn't presented for. Too busy to go to tutoring so setting for the blurry videos on Youtube that came close on explaining the nonsense numbers and terms.

Her lunch wasn't the once quiet break in the art studio she had before. Where she could go and express her frustration or ease in her pen marks in the shape of models. Marinette instead would scarf down what the cafeteria offered before heading off to her class representative duties. Not tasting the soggy chicken pasta on her tongue or the bitter orange juice in the carton. After-school meetings were a thing too, but often cancel for reasons or replaced by an email thread discussing something relevant. It was better than standing in a meeting with teachers she didn't know. Adding her two bits in to give the conversation another view to considered. The students. The kids her age. The same kids that seem to grow farther away as the days pass. Too into their lives to notices their leader breaking her back for them.

But Marinette couldn't stop.

She promised so much. She had to do it all. And she knew she could do it all. She was just a little slower than she wanted. Alya often took over for Marinette's sake but Marinette still worked as if she had all the work to herself.

If Marinette had time to breathe, she had time to catch up. That was the mindset she had.

She needed every second to work and study. To sew and write. To draw and color. At one point, needing to mute her phone from her friend's group chat for being too much of a distraction.

Jagged Stone wanted art for his new album, so far Marinette just had the line art done. Which was the second hardest part when it came to designing a life-sized poster. The color scheme was set but she just needed the supplies. Double tapping on her phone to set a reminder to pick up new markers so she could play around with the hues before setting them down permanently. Bumbling to the next commission like a busy bee.

Marinette crushed facts between her teeth, answering another one of Tikki's practice history questions. Swiftly hearing a 'correct' along with a lecture of the additional facts Marinette had to remember. Know very well that they weren't sticking to her head.

Stepping on the foot pedal of her sewing machine a little faster. Quickly finishing up the hem on a Kitty Section band shirt. Swiftly tossing it with the pile with the rest. Reaching for more raw fabric before cringing.

Her math homework!

"Noooooo," she hushed, pulling up her bag to her lap. Tikki looking over chosen one's actions with a troubled look. Marinette frantically searching for her folder. Throwing her head back when she read her reminded in the right-hand corner of her work packet.

Due and Test on Thursday.

The test is on next week It had to be. Ms. Mendeleiev even wrote it on the board. There had to be a mistake.

Marinette picked up her phone. Tapping on her group chat to see if her nightmare was true. There, the same chat she muted, Nino asked questions about the practice packet. Which Max replied with an answer and link to a video. The more she scrolled up, the more she saw her classmates trade information on the incomplete packet sitting on her desk.

However, what really dropped her spirits was Kim's remark about how he should cancel swim practice for today to study for the test on Thursday.

Thursday.

A.k.a. tomorrow.

A.k.a. the same day Marinette had to make up a history test.

A.k.a. TOMORROW!

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. " Marinette gasped. Holding her breath before freaking out again.

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That Wednesday she didn't get a blink of sleep. Stuffing herself with formulas, history dates, and snacks from last night dinner to early breakfast to the instant she entered the class. All in hopes that it would be enough to get her by. Piecing her last brain cells together the moment she saw the board with directions to get to their seats and prep before the exam started.

That is before the alarms rang. Red light flashing as the familiar message bounced off the walls.

"Akuma Alert!.... Get away from open areas!..... Akuma Alert!... Ladybug and Chat Noir will be on the scene shortly!... Akuma Alert!... Remain calm!...."

Ms. Mendeleiev quieted the class from praising the perfectly timed alert. Pulling the first aid bag under her desk and an attendance sheet from her folder. Calling them over to make a line outside the door before they made their way with the rest of the school in one of the destinated "Akuma-Safe" locations. Done so in hopes to keep the students safe since many of the Akuma attacks, in the beginning, were reported to start at the school. It was a great way to watch over them, but it made it harder for Marinette to sneak out. Luckily, an opportunity to escape came up. Sadly, it was the thing the teachers and students were running from.

The Akuma today on the news was a giant. A silhouette made from scribbles. Like it was an unfinished sketch of a person. The lines that made up their face and hands buzzed with every motion. Their voice shaking the ground and the outline that made them 3-D.

"The world sets up those with dreams and promise to fail. Luckily, I'm here to fix what ought to be right! I'm the Correction we need!"

Right then and there, Correction (if that was their name) ripped buildings from the ground. The sounds of the broken concrete came easily as if Correction was brushing off like dirt on the structures. Masses of people were torn between jumping out of the buildings before it got too high off the ground or setting themselves in a corner. Trying not to cry.

Correction laughed as they plucked the city apart like it was a cheap lego set. Letting the buildings in their hands turn into the same scribble mess like them before setting them down.

News outlets were already streaming an eagle view of the new Paris. One that resembled sketch versions of what they once were. Correction had "corrected" 30% of Paris into their own ideal. However, it wasn't for the better. Paris became black and white. No color or grays.

It was 'yes' or 'no'. The world would be easier than way.

At least that was Correction's motivation.

Ladybug looked Correction's eyes. Hoping to see any emotion. Anything to try to reason with them before they destroyed the city and maybe even the rest of France.

"Correction. you don't have to do this. You can just stop. Things will work out."

"How would you know that!" They snapped. "You know nothing about what needs to be done!" Pulling back on Ladybug's yoyo as LB tried to keep them steady and away from the citizens evacuating the area. Pulling tighter and tighter on her yo-yo as Correction fought back.

"Ladybug, you're another bug destined to be squshed by them! I'm just trying to make the world better!"

"BY TRAPPING OF ALL PARIS UNDER YOUR REIGN? As if!" Chat Noir scoffed. "How is this better!?"

"Oppressed by those that don't care. Pushed back for the sake of being an after-thought. Voices drowned out for the nothing. That's how we are treated now by those sitting their shiny desks." Correction glared. "My world will be better than that."

LB ground her teeth in frustration as she felt her yo-yo slip from her fingers. Calling on Tikki if she could hear her to mustard up more magical strength as she tugged on the giant. "Even if people get hurt?" Ladybug huffed, her arms aching more and more with every second.

Correction hesitated for a moment. Opening their mouth to say something before shutting it as a purple outline appeared.

"Even if people get hurt." Correction answered.

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Ladybug had to leave before her miraculous gave out. At least that's what she said. Know very well it wasn't that.

God, she hated reporters. Lately, Akumas like Correction has been popping up. Stronger and more clever than ever. Almost matching her wits and Chat Noir's quick thinking. In the beginning, they were anxious to see the heroes fight the Akumas and almost fail. Now some of them were claiming this was on purpose.

"Ladybug and Chat Noir are in an alliance with Hawkmoth".

The infamous title of a late article immediately sparked an uproar. The author was quickly put under fire for their remarks. The Ladyblog even debunked it for the sake of Miraculous Fan Base. However, people were convinced that a stranger had some logic behind them. So started the Anti-Miraculous group.

Ladybug even had to pull back Chat once before he could give them a piece of his mind.

However, after a long day, the last thing she wanted someone, a complete stranger from the street, tell her that she's not trying. Do they not know what she does for them! Do they know how she breaks her back for the sake of Paris! How she almost lost her friends and her family due to her mask! All for a job she was just chosen for. She never wanted to be a hero! Who wants to even be a hero when the whole world seems against you. When the very ground itself wants to trip you up when you get back up.

Who even wants that?

Marinette bites her lips, landing in an alley close by the school. Keeping her tears down as she took another deep breath.

“Tikki- Spots off!”

She has to go home. She needs too. She -she needs to just leave.

If she's quick enough, she could run home and tell her mom that- no that won't work.

God, Marinette just relax.

Before Hawkmoth sends an Akuma after her. Before she even dares to hurt anyone. Before she can hurt Alya. Before she can hurt her mom and her dad. Before she can hurt Nino and Adrien. Before she can hurt Luka. Before she can hurt Kitty Section. Before she can hurt her whole class and more. Before she can hurt Paris. Before she can hurt Tikki. Before she hurts-

"Ladybug?"

Chat.

Marinette came back to her senses. Turning around to the voice that called her. Goosebumps rising as the tension shook her soul to the core.

Adrien. Adrien saw her.

Marinette could throw up right now. Sweat running cold down her shoulders. Making her sick. Oh my kwamis, Marinette could actually throw up right now.

Adrien's mouth gaped open as his brows furrowed together. His eyes searching her face. Looking so confused in what just happened.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

He saw her. He saw her. He saw Ladybug and saw Marinette Dupain Cheng.

He looks so disappointed right now.

That hot thought made the gears in her head spin. The tears turn into steam. Pumping her body to do something. Anything to stop this.

"Marinett-"

Marinette shoved Adrien on to the bricked wall. Placing her forearm again his chest to keep him there. Raising her fist to his face. Not like to be a threat, but as protection. From what. Marinette didn't know. It was just a reflex.

"Adrien Agreste. You don't speak about what you saw today to no one or anything." Marinette shushed. "If you know what good for you and for Paris."

"Got it?" She asked.

"Marinette, I-"

"ADRIEN!" She yelled. Louder than she meant to.

Her voice softens as she closed her eyes. Breathing in softly before whispering.

"Please, p-please promise me."

Her shoulders and fist sinking down. Fatigue hitting her harder than ever.

"Don't tell anyone, Adrien." Marinette huffed. Unable to say his name before her lip slipped out a sob.

"Don't tell anyone."

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#ml #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #fic #my writing #angst in a way #angst #level one angst #writing #tikki #based off a comic i saw #let me find it so i can tag them #miraculous the tales of ladybug and chat noir

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specialmindz · 4 years

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”NYEH!!”

“nope! try again bro,” said Sans, smiling with his arms outstretched.

“WHAT DA’ FRIGGIN’ HELL SNAS?! WHY I CAN’T DO DIS?”

“keeeep practicing pappy, you’ll get it! hee hee hee!” He laughed as Papyrus gave him an angry look, probably thinking he was being made fun of, though that really wasn’t the case. Sans had actually been trying to help Papyrus; help him stay Determined so he’d have a better chance of learning his unique Karma attack, which even his own father gave up on quite some time ago, but unfortunately, it seemed like his taunting wouldn’t be enough, as the baby bone’s frustration was beginning to become more and more apparent with each passing failure.

His brother wasn’t a full Wingdings, but he definitely shared their impatience, which was what caused that particular member of the Dingbat family to multitask. If Papyrus didn’t pick up on something as quickly as he liked, he’d soon put it aside for later and move on to something else, and if he couldn’t master the comedian’s Karma technique with his FULL attention, then, well…

“WHY DIS HAPPENING TO ME? DIS AIN’T RIGHT! I’S THE MASTERPIECE, YOU’S THE ROUGHDRAFT! I’S SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER AT ERYTHING!!”

Gaster stood by the Nursery’s doorway observing the two, clipboard in hand, “I believe it may have something to do with his soul’s value…”

“Nyeh?”

“Sans values Integrity above all else, as represented by his soul’s blue coloring. Integrity itself is defined as doing what one believes is the right thing no matter what,” Gaster flipped through the papers attached to his clipboard.

SHIF SHIF!

“Kay’.”

SHIF SHIF SHIF!

“…”

SCRIBBLE SCRIBBLE!

“pfft! dad…”

Gaster stopped writing and looked up from his clipboard to see his son pointing down at Papyrus, who was staring at him with a smile from the floor. “What?”

“Are you’s gonna finish dat thought, or…?

“Hadn’t planned on it. I figured since you’re sooo much smarter and better than everyone else, you could do it yourself-”

“NYEH!” Papyrus tried the Karma attack on Gaster and failed.

“eeeasy lil’ bro…”

“Hatred is not the key Snas.”

CA-THUNK!

Seeing his father leave the Nursery and shut the door behind him, Papyrus’s whined and plopped down on the floor. “Nyeh-haaaa…Daddy went away…”

“that’s probably cause’ you tried to attack him pap.”

“I’s just trying to learn the Caramel…”

“karma, pappy. it’s called the ‘karma’ attack.”

“Kar-ma…?” Papyrus scratched his skull with a tiny hand, feeling as if he’d heard that word before. “Waz karma Snas? Is popcorn?”

“nope. Those are kernals. ‘karma’ is what happens when you either do good or bad things. If you’re a good person, your karma will be good, but if you’re bad…”

“…”

“it *sigh* it’ll be bad pappy. your karma will be bad.”

Could he really not figure that out on his own?

“OOOOHHH! Is soul-glow!”

“soul-glow…?” Now Sans was confused. He hadn’t expected his baby brother to understand what he meant COMPLETELY, but Papyrus had surprised him before with his impressive intellect and “unique” way of thinking. Maybe he had figured out what Gaster meant when he said his integrity played a key role in his attack; Sans certainly hadn’t.

The ability was discovered on accident actually, when he noticed Papyrus about to do something the infant KNEW he wasn’t supposed to be doing…that being climbing on top of their father’s chair and using their computer while it was still online. They were SUPPOSED to wait in the office quietly while their father completed their checkups and put the new information into the computer as the children were no longer allowed in the Medical Ward, possibly due to it being too crowded and idea of allowing his brother into a room full of sick people being the worst one ever. Unfortunately, being impatient to move on to whatever task he had waiting next in line, Gaster had seemingly forgotten to make sure the boys had left the room before him, but no doubt he’d be back once his mistake was realized to yell at his younger sibling.

Lying on the couch and caught between not giving a crap and caring for his little brother, Sans lazily raised a hand and swiped it to the left, pretending to move Papyrus via the psychokinesis he didn’t have.

He did not expect to actually send the baby flying into a cabinet.

“NYEHAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

CRAH-THUMP!

The sound of the cabinet doors splintering and his tiny brother’s body thudding against the wooden back from inside, made Sans wince. Any other infant would be either dead or sporting more than a few broken bones, but Papyrus’s baby formula had something in it that made him stronger and more durable than other newborns. Kicking a broken piece of door, he stomped out of the cabinet, scanning the room with his eyes for the oh-so-funny, soon-to-be dead mother FUCKER who thought they could throw him around like Scrappy Doo.

“WHO DID DAT?! WHO DA’ FEEGIN’ HELL DID DAT?!”

“holy cra-bro are you all right?”

“DAT YOU BOO BOO? WHOEVER DID DAT BETTER COME OUT RIGHT NOW OR THEY GONNA DIE!!”

“i doubt it was napstablook pappy.”

Undaunted, Papyrus ignored his older brother and waited patiently for the perpetrator to come out and admit their crime…but nobody came. He looked around the room once more, his confusion turning into concern upon seeing his lie ignored.

The Blook family were music lovers like himself, this he knew. If they weren’t listening to it, they were dancing or creating it, meaning not a single soul in their family tree was deaf. By that logic, the Verbal Font’s audio hypnosis should have worked on them…so why didn’t anyone appear? Where there more ghost monsters in the Underground? Ones Papyrus didn’t know about? Ones that liked to throw babies?

“Nyeh? NAH! NOOOOOO! DADDYYYY!”

BLOOSH!

Papyrus fired his gaster blaster below him as he felt himself began to rise into the air once more. He had HOPED to hit the legs of whoever was attempting to pick him up, but it only resulted in a small crater forming in the office tile.

“NYEHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!!!! DADDYYYYY, SAVE DA’ BABY!!”

“heh heh heh heh…”

“IS NOT FUNNY SNAS! GO GET THE SLEEPY WATER AND SAVE THE BABY!”

“you want me to throw a whole bottle of chloroform on you just to-”

“GET DA’ SLEEPY WATERRRRR!!” Screeched the panicked infant, swinging his fists and kicking his tiny legs wildly.

“iiiii dunno bro, that doesn’t sound safe. chloroform is metabolized into trichloro methanol, which metabolizes into phosgene, and that’s toxic-”

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT YO’ STINK SCIENCE!!”

“long term effects of inhalation involve cancer, since chloroform is a confirmed carcinogen verified through multiple epidemiological studies, and i know epidemiology is the study of diseases in animals and humans, but our species is hella close baby bro.”

“SNAS!!”

“i don’t really study epidemiology, but you know how dad gets when you get him talking about fonts and science, apparently virus fonts are super dangerous.”

“…”

“i can’t remember what kind of cancer he said you’d get if i gave you too much chloroform, but regardless, i don’t think you should be anywhere near it anyway to be honest. a human baby, possibly even a baby monster would be dead by now if they were in YOUR uh…feet…pajamas. why’re you looking at me like that?”

“…Why your hand up for so long?” asked the baby bones, eyeing his brother suspiciously.

“what? i exercise.”

“Only yo’ mouth. You do dis?”

“nope.”

Sans put his arm down and Papyrus dropped to the floor.

“NYEH!”

“hey! be careful with my little broth-”

“Shut up Snas, I know is you.”

CA-THINK!

“whaaaat? noooo, that was just coincidence baby bro,” said Sans, watching his father walk into the room. The scientist looked once at the broken cabinet and then at the crater Papyrus had made before fixing his glare on the infant.

“I know when you’s lying big Buther.”

“you don’t think it was coincidence? hmm…maybe i’m being framed. what do you think?”

“I think you’s an asshole.”

“i was asking dad.”

Not that he’ll find this impressive, but maybe the mystery will keep him from yelling about the office damage. Though what I REALLY want is to avoid another computer argument. I know he’s gonna accuse Pappy of something, even though HE’S the one who forgot to log off.

…

How DID I do this?

“Sans, what happened?”

“SNAS THROWED THE BABY!”

“SHUT UP PAPYRUS!”

“I highly doubt that.”

“NO, HE DID! HE DID THROW DA’ BABY! SNAS A JEDI!”

“Sans is a what…?”

Speak clearly Papyrus!

“he thinks i threw him into the cabinet even though i didn’t.”

“You really didn’t huh? Well dat’s good big Buther, cause’ if you did, I’d throw you in court! THEN you’d has a reason to raise your hand and lie to eryone…”

“i don’t get it,” said Sans, confused.

“In court they makes you pace yo’ hand on the bib-el and then you raise your other one and-”

“*PFFT!* did you just say ‘bib-el?” He immediately burst out laughing, much to the baby’s annoyance.

“Nyeh? Why you laugh? They not do that no more?”

“It’s pronounced BYE-ble, not ‘bib-el’ Papyrus, and it’s not something you should be reading.”

“Nuh-uh! It’s got the word ‘bib’ in it, so it MUST be for babies! Is the holy book of baes!”

“No.”

“It ’twas written by Jesus and his saints-”

“that part you got right.”

“No, no he didn’t. Moses wrote the Bible Sans. Your brother speaks nonsense as per usual.”

“Nope, it was Jesus all right. Moses made condoms,” said the baby, matter-of-factly.

“Commandments.”

“Condiments.”

“moses invented ketchup?!”

“No child. Papyrus, stop filling your brother’s skull with blather! Our family already has a bad reputation and some people still talk to Sans-”

“Dat’s right big Buther! He turned a whole ocean into ketchup and then made it split apart so he and his peoples could walk across it. Today, is called da’ Red Sea.”

“Shut up Papyrus.”

“cooooool!”

“Yep, he very cool. He from Egypt too, just like da’ baby!”

“Your FONT is from Egypt, YOU are American-”

“Is too bad he not one of Jesus’s saints…least I don’t think he be. I not read the whole bib-el yet and I doesn’t know all the saints. I know there be twelve dough!” The infant tapped his chin thoughtfully as if trying to remember them all.

Not that Sans believed his brother knew a single thing about the Bible or religion in general. Their father said it was a dangerous tool humans used to harm others, including their own species, and that it slowed down scientific progress. Out of curiosity however, Sans paid a visit to the “librarby” to see for himself, having been taught early that taking his family’s word for absolutely anything was usually a poor decision. Pulling it out of the history section, he opened it to find that it was for the most part, unreadable…at least to him, though that word was often used by Sans to describe books he found boring rather than indecipherable.

He could read it all right, but there were too many names and the sentences at times made him feel as if he were having a conversation with Papyrus during one of the baby’s…odd, moments. Those uncomfortable moments where his little brother would cease his baby-talk, sometimes altogether, and suddenly age in personality, speaking to him clearly with an unmistakable air of authority. It made the comedian even more uncomfortable when he spotted the word “Egypt” several times though he was only on page seven of…Genesis 15:2…?

What kind of a name is that for a chapter?

“You don’t know anything about the Bible OR religion!” Gaster’s angry voice pulled Sans from his thoughts. “You live in a place of SCIENCE and I made sure to keep those kinds of books out of here!” exclaimed the scientist.

The Sans Serif, though curious as to what his brother thought of religion, chose not to say anything in this regard. He could understand his father’s concern. He couldn’t read a lot of the book without falling asleep, but what he did read told him that it was a collection of short stories that went either two ways; people obeyed God’s orders and turned out the better for it, or they didn’t and suffered severe consequences. With one of those orders being believe in the book, he could see how people could use the Bible to control others…how people like his brother could use it to control others. All it would take is one dedicated liar to “translate” it for people too lazy to make their own interpretations. His brother could cause a lot of damage and according to Gaster, some people already had.

Were the witch trials real or did Dad make that up?

“The librarby still gots the bib-el! I go there allll the time to get the knowledge, so I be smart when I gets big. I knows more than half the saints now,” replied the baby bones proudly. “There’s St. Nick, also known as Santa…you know him already Snas.”

Sans snickered and turned his attention to Papyrus. “i do? oh yeah! i heard santa clause was called st. nick at one point, i didn’t know he helped write the bible though…”

I don’t think he’s read it.

“bib-el. Yeah, he wrote it with Jesus and even let his widdle buther St. Stephen help too, cause’ he nice like you~”

“santa has a brother?”

“Yep! They twins like us! He born on December twenty-six dough cause’ of com-pli-cations. He liked to hide things in boxes and pay da’ tricks! He take his buther’s toys and when Santa say ‘where my toys be?’ Stephen go, ‘I don’t know big Buther, where DO your toys be?”

RA-CAKCAKCAK!

Sans turned his head to see Gaster pouring a bottle of aspirin onto the office table near the computer. “stephen doesn’t sound very nice bro, ha ha!”

“Nahhh, he just misunderstood. Like da’ baby. You gots to read between the lines Snas! He hide the toys so when Santa forget about them and open a box, he get all surprised and happy! ‘Wowie! I forgot I hads this! Imma pay wit it all day!’ Then sneak Stephen steal the old BORING toys and hide THEM so they seems new in the footure! Is the perfect plan big Buther…”

“is that where santa got the idea of sending gifts to people in boxes pappy?”

“Sure is! All the saints be amazing Snas. St. Patrick the lepperkahn invented the color gween. He wanted the cover of the bib-el to be gween, but Jesus say no cause’ people might drop it in the grass and lose it. Not a lot of roads in the B.C. era ya’ know?”

“b.c?”

“Before Concrete.”

RATTLE!

“you’re not supposed to take that much dad…”

“St. Valentine be the Saint of Sweets. He had fan trouble like Babybop.”

“she’s…she’s not babybop papyrus. i keep telling you, alphys-”

“Unfortunately, they not have pastic surgery in B.C, that came AFTER concrete, A.C.”

“i thought a.c. meant air conditioning?”

“In history it mean After Concrete. They used to use A.D. After Dinosaurs, but lossa stuff came after dinosaurs, so they changed it.”

“ohhh...gotcha.”

Sans smiled at his little brother. Despite how annoying he could be with his constant lying, the comedian did in fact admire his ability to come up with bullshit on the fly. It made him wonder how useful he’d be if Sans ever were to actually get a job as a comedian. Comedians themselves were supposed to tell stories about things that happened to them in life whilst making funny commentary along the way, but HE was stuck under a mountain and had no close friends other than Papyrus and possibly Alphys. What was Sans even supposed to talk about when NOTHING ever happened to him? Being an Insult Comic was out as he only had 1 hp and was stuck seeing the same people probably for the rest of his life, puns were a spur of the moment thing and were meant to amuse the teller rather than the audience, ventriloquism wasn’t fair and wouldn’t work unless he somehow hide his text box…was he really stuck with just talking about his little brother behind his back? It certainly seemed that way.

Unless Papyrus wants to make something up for me. I’m sure he would, he’s so cool. I hope I make enough G to share with him…

“So St. Valentine? He was REAL popular. He create chalk-wit and eryone lost their minds! Too many hunnies for the chalk-wit bunny.”

“he was a rabbit pappy?”

“Nope, he was Aztec. Had a weird name baby can’t say or spell good. Quetzycoat? Quozzy motto? Dunno, but it suck…glad he move away and change it to Valentine. Moved allll the way to Europe where he met St. Peter the soon-to-be Easter Bunny. It was St. Valentine that made it happen big Buther. All the hunnies follow him saying stuff like ‘be mine, Valentine!’ and ‘give me yo’ heart!’ Not good to say to an Aztec Snas, even dough it mean something else in Europe.”

“what does it mean in aztec bro?”

“I want to remove your heart.”

Sans sockets went dark, but he chose not to say anything.

I’ll have to work with Papyrus to make sure his stories aren’t too dark before I use them.

“St. Peter got realll jealous when he saw erybody giving Valentine attention. So what if he made chalk-wit? He not cute like Peter Rabbit! St. Peter was fluffy as hell! Where was Valentine’s fluff? NOWHERE! Where was his cotton ball tail? ABSENT! HE DIDN’T EVEN APPRECIATE!”

“ugh, damn pap chill!” cried the comedian, pressing his hand against one of his earholes, “you’re not auditioning for a movie, take it down a notch…”

“I just wanted you to understand the rabbit Snas…”

“i understand the rabbit baby bro, don’t you worry.”

“Kay’. So you know why St. Peter had to steal his secrets to making chalk-wit and build his own factory in England then.”

“no…?”

“Is cause’ he was JEALOUS Snas! Daz why. Being a rabbit wasn’t good enough anymore, he had to be a CHALK-WIT rabbit. St. Valentine took it the wrong way dough, he see the factory and think ‘ohhhh, I gets it! If people can get chalk-wit at the store, then I won’t be popular no mores and people will go way! Dis rabbit is so nice. Dis rabbit is my friend.’ He told Jesus all about St. Peter and how nice he was and cause’ of him, he got to be a saint! Peter Rabbit was grateful too, he wasn’t a bad bunny. All he wanted was some infection…”

“affection.”

“Yeah that. Defection. He thought Valentine was being forgiving and stuff, so they became best friends. They shared recipes and gotted famous erywhere!”

“aww, well that’s nice-”

“…Then St. Peter died of the Black Plague and erything started all over again.”

“y-yeah that’s pretty much how all of your stories end. i don’t know what i was expecting.”

Need to work on his endings too.

“Don’t worry big Buther, there be a happiness dis time. St. Valentine eventually moved again and changed his name to Willy Wonka and people stopped trying to marry him. No one want the last name Wonka Snas.”

“heh, well when you’re right you’re right. papyrus wonka doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue now does it?”

“…”

“what?”

“Don’t ship the baby Snas.”

“*pfft!*”

“Another saint you might know be St. Michael.”

“And what holiday is he ripped from?” asked Gaster, finishing off the water he’d taken with his aspirin. Sans had forgotten he was even in the room.

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked confused. “Michael not have a holly-day. You cwazy Daddy, nyeh heh heh!”

“No one here is stupid enough to believe you’re going to just SUDDENLY take this conversation seriously Papyrus. St. Michael might be a real saint, but I know-”

“I’s ALWAYS serious!” exclaimed the infant, interrupting the scientist. “Snas the silly bones, not me! Dis a very serious subject and I’s born to TEACH!”

“That is literally the last thing someone with your font should be doing where religion is concerned.”

“St. Michael and St. Peter were really good friends ya’ know…”

“Don’t you ignore me.”

“They pay basketball together once and saved the world even! He still alive too, even today.”

“is…is he talking about michael jorden?”

“I guarantee you, that’s exactly who he’s talking about.”

“He flies like an eagle.”

“Yep.”

“Yeah! Daddy knows! You watched the docky-mentry right? Where the black human went to da’ center of the earth and-”

“Space Jam was NOT a documentary. It was just a video you happened to find at the Dump. You know, the place I’ve asked you countless times not to go? Admittedly, I didn’t actually watch it as I’m none too fond of guilt films, but the soundtrack alone-”

“th-that wasn’t a ‘guilt film’ dad,” said Sans hiding his face in his hands.

Goddamnit…

“It wasn’t? Are you sure?”

“positive.”

“It wasn’t about a black human attempting to join and fit in with a basketball team comprised of monsters?”

“no.”

“Is about St. Michael helping his rabbit friend ah-scape slavery.”

“So it IS a guilt film.”

“no!”

“Let me guess, the black human was their star player and he was the one to save the day?”

“Yeah!”

“Psh.”

“Erybody wanted to be like Mike, so he gave them some magic water dat made them really good at the basketball.”

“He…gave them something to enhance their performance?”

“it wasn’t drugs dad! it wasn’t even really magic. he was trying to teach them that they had the power to be just as good as him, they just needed to believe in themselves. to put it in a way you’d understand, he used the placebo effect to his advantage.”

“Gazebo?”

“Ah, deceit. Very smart…are you sure Mr. Jordan came up with this? I’m not saying all black humans are unintelligent, but he IS in the sports industry, is he not? You two have amassed quite a collection of discarded sports game videos and upon inspection, I see him playing that particular game a lot. Or at least I think I do.”

Too many shaved heads…why do they have to have shaved heads AND matching uniforms? I may as well be watching my own people…

“maybe…? i don’t actually know. pappy and i usually take the video out as soon as we see it’s another taped sports game,” replied Sans, frowning. It really was disappointing to find a video in good condition, only to realize later that it was just another boring tape of a sport they couldn’t play. Even if the boys knew the rules, the Underground didn’t have many if any big open areas where they could play “basketball” or “football.” Whatever ball they used would just go bouncing off the walls of the caverns or sail into the void/water depending on where they were.

It’s too bad, I bet Undyne would love to play one of these.

Usually when he and his brother found one of these tapes, they’d chuck it into the Boring Corner, a place filled with fitness magazines, letters they had opened that ended up containing junk mail advertising things they didn’t understand, and CDs/records/cassettes Papyrus had SOMEHOW restored and found he didn’t particularly enjoy the content of.

“heh heh heh…”

“What’s so funny big Buther?” asked the baby bones smiling.

“cupcakke.”

The infant’s smile disappeared.

“For once, I’m proud of you two. The sports industry is a money-sucking trash heap of wasted potential. So many of these individuals could have been doctors, teachers, law enforcement, scientists like myself, but they chose a career in playing games that should have been left behind in high school. Disgusting.”

“…I wish to learn how to pay the basketball now.”

“Why, because I specifically asked you not to? Why do you want to intentionally cause trouble?”

“Teach me how to dunkin doughnut.”

Sans giggled, “you wanna learn how to dunk pappy?”

He raised his hand.

“Nyeh?! NO! DADDY, DAAADY! HE DOING IT AGAIN! SNAS USING DA’ FORAAAAAHHHH!!!”

THUNK!

CRISH!

Papyrus sailed into the nearby wall and fell into the wastebin overflowing with papers.

“Excellent control Sans.”

“SCU YOU BABY-ABOOZER! YOU NOT FUNNAAHHHH!!” The enraged baby bones thrashed wildly around in the basket, kicking his legs in an attempt to get out. “IMMA SCRIBBLE IN YO’ BOOKS SNAS! SEE HOW GOOD YOU BE AT WITCHCRAFT THEN!!”

“How DID you manage to do that?”

“IT WAS THE DEVIL! THE DEVIL HELP SNAS!”

“i dunno, i just sorta, did it…i saw pap doing something bad and i accidentally flung him while i was pretending to move him…with my mind,” explained Sans, embarrassed. He knew though, that if he wanted an answer himself, he needed to give as many details as possible.

“Hmm, I see.” Gaster attempted to pull Papyrus out of the wastebin using the same method he’d seen Sans use, but failed. He then tried to use it on the comedian himself, but it also had no result. “Huh, that’s VERY interesting. Moving your brother around as you would an ordinary bone attack, in theory, would mean that almost any skeleton could do the same, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.”

“uhh, we aren’t doing anything wrong dad.”

“You are. Your brother knows he can pull himself out with his wingdings, he’s pretending to be stuck and in turn choosing to be dramatic, attention-seeking, and disruptive. YOU are supposed to be looking after your brother, but instead of helping him out of the wastebin, you’re currently speaking to me. You’re BOTH doing something wrong.” Gaster tried one more time to move both boys. “But it seems even when you’re fully aware of your wrongdoings, this karma-induced attack can’t be done, not by my font at least, or perhaps it has something to do with the soul…PAPYRUS!”

“NYEH!” The baby bones jolted in surprise and tumbled forward, rolling out of the basket in a somersault before coming to a halt at his father’s feet. “Nn…what you want stink Daddy who doesn’t help da’ baby?” asked Papyrus smiling and holding his toes.

“You’re full attention. You are a large part of Sans, so surely you too could perform-”

“IMMA LEARN WITCHCRAFT?!”

“That was NOT your full attention.”

“IMMA LEARN WITCHCRAFT!” The baby bounced up and down excitedly, obviously not hearing his father. “Teach me da’ force big Buther and I will spare yo’ books.”

“*sigh*”

Three hours…that was three hours ago.

“three hours and we didn’t get any answers whatsoever.”

“Hey, dat sounds like me Snas!”

“huh?” Looking down, the young skeleton cringed upon realizing he had spaced out again. “sorry baby bro,” he said, giving his brother an apologetic hug. “i swear i don’t do this on purpose, i really am trying to listen, what’d i miss?”

“You asked about the soul-glow and I say is karma. Karma make your soul really bright and stuff so when you die, God go ‘Ooooh! That’s a pretty soul right there! I wants to add it to my collection’ and then he take you to Heaven and puts you on his shelf.”

“*pfft!* is that right? is that how you get into heaven pappy?”

“Yep! Daz why you gots to be good, so you can be part of the Lord’s house! He gots the coolest house ever big Buther. ERYTHING glow in the dark there! He gots souls floating in lava lamps, he gots souls floating in his waterbed, he even gots souls in his floor Snas! His floor be tiled glass and underneath the glass be a special soul that lights up each widdle square-”

“you’re talking about an LED floor.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“a disco floor.”

“Yep, and If you’re reallll good, like, da’ bestest person ever, you get to be his night light.” The little Horror said this like it was the most amazing thing in the world, then looked around the office in apparent confusion. His daddy slept here all the time, so where was HIS nightlight? Did he use the glow of his computer?

“why are you making him sound like a 70s buff?” asked Sans, interrupting the baby’s train of thought.

“Cause’ he is! I readed it in da’ bib-el.” Crawling towards the bookshelf with the still broken cabinets, Papyrus took out the book, hidden in plain view amongst old tomes Gaster had long since read and forgotten about. The baby would have to remember to hide it again somewhere else later, less his daddy see it while fixing the doors.

“i HIGHLY doubt that’s in there.”

“Nope, it is! Is all true Snas! The Lord all about peace! Hugs not guns, compassion’s in fashion, make love not war, he ALL about the 70s.”

His brother frowned, though he was more worried than annoyed. There were some sensitive people out there and some who were just plain awful when it came to THIS particular topic. He remembered after reading, going to several people to ask for more information and being met with criticism for not reading the whole thing himself, and lectures from monsters about certain passages when all he wanted was a translation. There were even a few who got angry at him for certain questions.

“…a mountain of fire and smoke’ that sounds like a volcano. maybe this really did happen-”

“It did!” said a monster enthusiastically, carrying a bag of groceries from Snowdin. “God stood atop the mountain in the ten commandments story and introduced himself, but it frightened the people down below.”

Suddenly, they jumped upon hearing loud laughter erupt from the child.

“hahahahaha!” The comedian leaned forward, almost spilling the contents of the bag he was helping to carry as the monster gave him an irritated look. “What’s so funny?”

“you probably don’t know what a wrestler is, me and my bro have only seen them on old human videos, but they use pyrotechnics to introduce themselves before a match. it sounds like god was trying to use the volcano to look cool and it backfired, hahaha!”

“GOD WASN’T USING PYROTECHNICS!” shouted the monster, completely offended. “That’s ridiculous! He doesn’t HAVE to try to look cool! HE IS COOL!”

“hey, relax, chill! i’m not saying he isn’t cool, i’m just saying he made a funny mistake. to be honest, it makes him seem more real-”

“GOD DOESN’T MAKE MISTAKES! THAT WASN’T A VOLCANO!”

“then why’d he tell everyone not to come near him? volcanos are deadly, it’d make more sense for him to wanna protect his kids right?”

“Looord, give me the STRENGTH not to smack this skeletal child…!”

Sans had stopped asking questions after that.

It just didn’t seem safe, and it wasn’t safe for Papyrus either.

I can’t let Pappy go around saying the things he’s saying near other people. They aren’t going to CARE that he’s just a baby who doesn’t know any better.

He doesn’t, right?

“you know if some people hear you saying this outside the lab, they’re gonna get upset right, bro?”

“No they won’t!”

“oh no?”

“No. They’s gonna be happy to hear me! People listen and they probly think ‘Wowie! That baby sure is informed about our Lord and savior! If he read the bib-el then he can’t be ALL bad, the bib-el teaches you how to be good! I should be this baby’s friend cause’ they probably a good person.”

“that’s…that’s not what’s going to happen pappy. you’re going to get yelled at.”

“Dat’s why I needs to learn the force big Buther!”

“n-”

“So I can defends myself.”

“…you have enough power papyrus, in fact, you’re OVERpowered, heh heh…”

“…”

“get it? overpowered with pow-”

“I doesn’t get it and I doesn’t WANT to get it. Sides’ Chara say you can never have enough power Snas.”

“isn’t your friend dead though? maybe you shouldn’t be taking life advice from the dead baby bro. just a thought.”

“…”

“…i’m sorry, that was mean-”

Papyrus pushed the Bible towards Sans with his foot. “You need Jesus big Buther.”

The book ended up back at the library.

#Fonttale #Fonttale au #Undertale #Undertale au #Papyrus #baby papyrus #sans #kid sans #gaster #baby bones #undertale fanfiction #religion #funny

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batfamily-trash · 5 years

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Brother?!?!

Warning: Language

Key: f/c - favorite color, italics mean your thoughts. f/t - Favorite Tea

Part 1 of 2

Being Batman’s and Catwoman’s daughter had its perks. For example, you were hella cute, extremely skilled in fighting and trickery, and people just loved you for no reason. Except for Damian. Oh no no no no no. He hated you. No, he despised you. And honestly, you couldn’t care less. Growing up with Batman as your father had that effect on you. You grew up not giving two shits about anything. Honestly, your mom and brothers find it hilarious.

So how exactly did you meet Damian? Well, you were spending the weekend with your mom and she decided to take you on a mission in Metropolis. It was quite amusing for you because you had to explain to your uncle supes what you were doing with Catwoman. After the mission, your mom dropped you off at the Batcave. You were quite surprised to see a mini Bruce managing to kick your older brothers ass.

You walked up to the training area and dropped your f/c duffel bag next to the railing. Apparently, this action had distracted Dick long enough for mini Bruce to knock him down.

“Tt, you are going to have to be better than that Grayson,” The new kid said.

“Actually, that was my fault, sorry Dick,” you apologized as you made your way to help Dick get up.

“Hey y/n, and it’s alright,” Dick said as you pulled him up. You turned to face shorty and studied him. He was about 4’ 6", he had jet black hair and green eyes. If he had blue eyes instead of green he would actually be an actual mini Bruce.

Mini Bruce studied you for a bit before saying, “So you must be my blood sister.”

You took a step back and looked at Dick then at the kid in front of you and exclaimed, “What do you mean blood sister. When did MY dad find the time to do the deed with someone, when he barely has time to do normal things!??!?! Better question, who the frick are you?!?!”

Dick laughed a bit and avoided your stare, “Well, um…”

“Well, um what Richard?” You said, “What are you guys keeping from me? You know what. Don’t tell me. I’ll find out myself.” You picked up your duffel bag and stomped away from the boys. Once you were out of the cave and back in the Manor you sprinted to your room almost crashing into Jason.

“Hey y/n! Why the rush?” He called out.

Looking over your shoulder you yelled, “I got homework!”

Jason looked at you as you ran into your room and slammed the door shut, then he looked towards the staircase just to see Dick running up yelling your name. “Y/N! WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN! Oh hey, Jay.”

“What did you do Dickie?” Jason asked him.

“She met Damian.” Dick said as Jason made an ‘oh’ face. Jason moved out of the way as Dick ran towards his little sister’s room. He rolled his eyes and went downstairs to alert Bruce of what happened.

Before Dick could reach for your bedrooms doorknob you opened the door and sighed. You looked at your brother and smiled at him. “Whatcha want Dickie?” You asked.

He looked at you confused. He thought that you would be confused and mad, but no. You were smiling and you had an evil gleam in your eyes. To be honest he was a bit terrified.

“I wanted to explain to you who he was….” He explained.

“Oh. That’s okay, dad can explain it to me,” You said as you walked past him. You skipped down the hall and slid down the stairs railing and began to look for your dad. Dick looked at you as you left, confused. He expected you to react differently.

When you made it downstairs you made your way to the kitchen and saw Alfred, Tim, Jason and your dad sitting around the kitchen island. You made your way to one of the open seats and sat down. Once you made sure you were comfortable in your seat, your smile turned into a scowl and you exclaimed, “I leave for the weekend and apparently there’s a new Robin?!?”

Jason muffled a laugh as the rest of the family members, except Alfred, glanced at you. They avoided your stare as you looked at each of them trying to read their body language. You groaned and laid your head on the countertop. You heard someone clear their throat so you looked up.

“I’m guessing you met Damian,” Your father said.

“Noooooo, how’d you know?” You asked sarcastically.

Bruce glared at you but you glared back. Tension began to form in the room. Stephanie was nervous, and Tim was on his eighth pot of coffee for the night. NIGHT.

“Miss y/n, would you like some tea?” Alfred asked you breaking the tension.

You looked up at him and nodded, “Yes, please and thank you.”

Alfred nodded and left to make you your f/t. You looked back at your family and glared at them.

“Who’s Damian and why is he here and why did he call me 'blood sister’?” You demanded.

Jason stood up from his seat and exclaimed, “WELLLLL, A couple years ago oooo, Talia and Bruce had a thing and one thing led to another, And BAM! Damian exists!”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face your father. “Is that true?” You asked him.

He sighed and looked at you. “It’s true but….”

“Well then! Now that this is all cleared up! I’m going to take my tea and go to sleep! See ya!” You interrupted as Alfred handed you a cup. You sprinted up to your room making sure to not spill any of the tea. Once you made to your room, you shut your door and made your way to your bookcase and pulled out a book. You took a sip of your tea and began to read your book. After getting halfway through it you began to feel sleepy. Minutes later you fell asleep on one of the chairs in your room.

You woke up with an aching back and neck as you fell off the chair you fell asleep on. You noticed your book and cup were on your nightstand and you were wrapped in a soft f/c blanket. Looking at your alarm clock you got off the floor, still wrapped in the blanket, and made your way to the kitchen.

Once you stepped foot in the kitchen you smelt pancakes and bacon being made. You let the aroma of the food guide you to your seat and you at down. Alfred placed a plate in front of you as you unwrapped yourself from the blanket.

“Thanks, Alfred!” You said as you started to eat.

“Your welcome Miss y/n.”

You looked out the window as you chewed on a piece of bacon (a/n: If you are a vegetarian, then change it with something else.) You could see the garden and its many colorful flowers. You also were able to see a kid cutting down the bushes with a sword. When you finished eating you washed your dishes because you’re not lazy and you went out to the garden. When you stepped a foot outside you were encountered by a very sweaty midget.

“Uh hi.” You said waving your hand a bit, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn’t mean to run out like that.”

Damian looked at you and rolled his eyes, “It was only expected. As seeing who your mother is.”

That message caught you off guard. You opened your mouth to say something, but instead, you just shrugged your shoulders and said, “Whatever floats your boat.” You turned on your heel and walked back inside the Manor.

Several weeks later-

You ignored the hell out of Damian, whenever he tried to insult you or your mom you would ignore him. You wouldn’t sass him back and you would always avoid his attacks. It pissed him off a lot. Until one night you had enough.

“Oh my freaking god, you little piece of crap! Will you just stop! I’m done!” you exclaimed, pacing around the training room, “I’m done with your bullcrap! I’m done with your crappy insults, and I’m done with you antagonizing me!”

“TT, weakling.”

By now your face was red with anger. Your siblings gathered around outside the training room to see what you would do.

You threw your hands up into the air and exclaimed, “Like I said, I’m done! You know what? I QUIT! MOM!”

You ran out of the training room and upstairs to your room. You looked for your duffel bag and threw in your suit, some clothes, and other necessities.

“Wait! Y/N!” you heard your other brother’s shout. You walked out of your room and collided with Dick. “You can’t quit!”

“Oh but I did!” you pushed him out of the way and sprinting downstairs and out of the building. You walked towards the gate and tried to open it just to hear Jason speak through the intercom.

“Shorty, please come back.”

“Hell no. Now open the gate.”

“No.”

You yelled in frustration and threw your bag over the gate, you were about to climb it when all of a sudden you heard a buzz. You backed up and picked up a random pinecone and threw it. The pinecone triggered the fence’s alarm system. Now you were screwed. You looked around you and saw the only weak spot the whole place had. You looked at the camera by the gate and flipped it off before running to the weak spot and make your escape. You heard yelling behind you as you retrieved your bag and ran down the road.

After a while of running, you slowed down just to hear a motorcycle behind you. You turned around and groaned as you face planted on the ground. “What do you want?” you asked the motorcyclist.

“If you’re not going back then at least let me give you a ride,” Jason said getting off the motorcycle to pick you up.

“Fine.”

#batfamily #batfamily x reader #damian wayne x batsis #damian wayne x reader #batsis #catwoman #batman #brother?!?!#apologies disney movies and fake mustaches

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jcmorrigan · 4 years

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Even Badasses Cry

The F/O? Giovanni Potage from Epithet Erased. The S/I? Rachel Scribere - mundie, writer of much fanfiction, independent contractor supervillainous minion who has also given up on adulting. (Most of those things apply to me IRL!) I’m now caught up through E6, and this was...blatantly inspired by E5. I mean, having written him comforting me during a breakdown, I wanted an excuse to flip it, but thanks to E5 breaking my heart, I had the perfect launching point. Also, timeline at this point is “You decide.” This doesn’t work with canon or postcanon so just...use your imagination for whatever.

***

It was nice, that we had managed our own apartment. Sure, it was the bottom of the barrel as far as apartments went, but I was dying to prove my independence, and no disrespect to Mrs. P., but I felt Giovanni was a bit better off not having to yell back and forth with her five times a day.

Also, I knew if I got in another shouting match with her, I wasn’t getting out of it with both Giovanni’s and my self-respect intact. Believe me, I know that your partner not getting along with your mom is The Worst, and that woman does not back down.

Could I have done without the multiple flights of stairs and no elevator I had to hike every day? Sure, but I’d done a higher trek on my study-abroad in London. So long as I had the motor function of both legs, I’d be fine. Now, if I ever lost motor function of one or both legs, then we’d have to figure out a new plan.

The stairs also gave a person ample time to sing whatever song was stuck in their head as they ascended, so by the time you got to the apartment itself, you’d have it out of your system and you wouldn’t look like a dork in front of your partner. However, being that my dorkness was already a known fact, I unlocked the door and swung it open while actually increasing my volume; “The paaaa-pers say! Johnny, won’t you come back home! But everybody knows you don’t! Wanna give yourself up; tell the truth and – “

The apartment was dark, so of course, I had thought at first I’d beaten Giovanni home. When he stirred from the kitchen table, however, I was startled into halting the song, nearly dropping the grocery bag I held – my protective instincts regarding the carton of eggs taking over and forcing my grip to tighten.

“Oh, COMPOSER!” He had been inexplicably sitting at the table in the dark, arms crossed on the tabletop and head down on them, until he became aware of my presence. Now, still in the dark, he scrambled up to his feet, leaning casually against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other. “Didn’t hear you coming up! Nice voice, by the way! Anybody ever tell you that?”

“Is…there a reason you were sitting at the kitchen table alone in the dark?” I asked with trepidation, walking toward said table to deposit the eggs somewhere safe. I kicked the door shut behind me, which I failed to account for lowering the visibility in the room even further. “Hey, can you hit the lights?”

“I dunno, I think this feels more atmospheric. Can’t you just feel the villain aesthetic brimming in this room of abysmal void?”

“What I feel is the sense that I’m about to run into the fridge.”

Which I proceeded to immediately do. That was, however, fortuitous, as I needed someplace to deposit the eggs and the produce I’d scored. I pried the door wide, beginning to unload the bag into organized compartments –

And as the meager light poured into the apartment, Giovanni retreated from it, scurrying along the wall like a cockroach.

Well.

I stuffed the bag in the fridge and shut it; it could get sorted later. “Is something wrong?” I asked as I turned to make out his thin silhouette, padded with that fluffy sweater he so loved, in the dark.

“Wrong?” He laughed nervously. “Why would anything be wro-ho-hong? No, noooooo, I’m just in a DARK and EDGY mood because I’m a VILLAIN. Every villain has to go through their serious phase!”

“Okay,” I said with a shrug. I turned back to the fridge.

Which was a feint. Before Giovanni could catch me, I had whipped around and smashed that light switch, illuminating the room.

When I looked him in the eye, I could see exactly why he’d wanted those lights down. The skin around his eyes was pinkish-red, somewhat swollen. Either he’d had a very localized allergic reaction to something he had yet to identify, or…

“Were you crying?”

“NO!” He folded his arms and turned his face away from me. “I was definitely NOT CRYING! It just looks like I was…because…I got punched in the face!”

“Gio, if something’s wrong, you can tell me. I’ll listen. That’s what I’m here for, you know.”

I saw his lip quiver. Then his voice cracked; “They really did punch me in the face. They beat me up, all of them. About twenty of them.”

I could practically feel my own heart hurting. “Rivals?”

“No. Other Blasters.” He sniffled. “They all think I’m some kind of loser freak or something. They just don’t get it! Or…or maybe it’s because…” His chest began to shake. “B-because I am one – “

I didn’t need to hear more. I rushed to close the distance between us, wrapping my arms suddenly and tightly around him, one on the waist, one on the upper back. He clung to me in return, no longer holding back, heaving sobs.

“Oh, God, sweetie…” I said softly. “You’re not a freak or a loser.”

“But even YOU say you love how much of a loser I am, and I know you mean it as a compliment, but – “

“I’m sorry. There’s a big difference between being a garbage fuckup and not taking life too seriously, or being a little spacey. Trust me. I’m the garbage fuckup here. Not that I want pity. Shit. Don’t make this about me now. DO NOT MAKE THIS ABOUT ME NOW.”

“I’m trying, Rachel…I’m really trying, and nothing fucking works out for me…”

I froze. He was using my actual name. Which meant things were worse than I thought.

I wriggled out of the embrace, taking his hand. “Come with me.”

He followed obediently, as though lost in the wilderness and trusting the guidance of a will-o’-the-wisp, until I brought him to the couch and sat down on it. For this, I would need him to have less of a height advantage on me, so I patted the cushion beside me, encouraging him to sit down. He did, still gasping as teardrops trickled down his cheeks.

“Look at me,” I told him, softly yet firmly.

“I don’t wanna,” he protested. “It’s bad enough already. Now you’re seeing me having a breakdown – “

“Everyone has breakdowns, Gio. This is okay. You’re still an awesome badass. But I need you to look at me.”

He pivoted to face me, slowly, gingerly, trying to stop crying cold-turkey to put on a show for me.

I reached out, taking his face into my hands. “I love you so much,” I told him, then began the treatment process.

First, tugging his head downward so I could kiss his forehead, right between the brows. Then delivering a line of kisses down each cheek in turn. A few along either side of his jawline. Then, finally, on the lips – he was far more passive than usual; I couldn’t feel the light prick of his fangs on my lower lip.

As I backed off from his face, I put a hand up, palm out, to his chest. “Can I?”

“Y…yeah…”

I lay it right over his heart. It was something of a shared secret between us – a spot on his body he worried about, sometimes, because it still protruded slightly, giving away that it used to look much larger and softer and not at all like how he wanted his body to be. This was our arrangement, my reassurance that it wasn’t a flaw on him.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked.

“Yes,” he choked. “Emotionally AND physically. This is helping, though.”

“Okay.” I was getting another idea. “Then follow me.”

I lay back, stretching across the couch, and I tugged his forearm to bring him down with me. He obeyed, lying somewhere on the overlap between beside-me and atop-me, his head nestling into the hollow of my neck on my right shoulder. I was still shorter than him, so I supposed this would look comical to an outsider, me trying to play a horizontal sort of big-spoon with his legs dangling far past where my own ended. Here, I just let him be, not asking anything of him, just stroking a hand over his hair, down onto his back, over and over again.

“They’re all pieces of shit,” I assured him. “Give me a list of names and I’ll annihilate them.”

We knew it was an empty threat. I still didn’t have blood on my hands. I wasn’t sure if I ever would – but more frighteningly, I had the suspicion that the capacity was inside me, and I wasn’t sure how he would feel if it ever came out. But that wasn’t today’s topic.

He didn’t say anything, just giving another choking sniffle. “It’s okay,” I told him. “Just get it out. It’ll get better. I promise.”

“I w-wasn’t supposed to break down like this.”

“It’s seriously okay. It’s just you and me. You’ll be able to come at them again swinging in a few hours.” I sighed. “I hate them. So goddamn much. Thinking about you getting pummeled makes me so goddamn mad – “

I realized I had knotted my fingers into his hair and was pulling the locks rather hard out of frustration. Immediately, I let go. Well, that was a rather frightening thing I hoped wouldn’t happen again. I was angry because he’d been hurt; I certainly didn’t want to end up hurting him worse.

“I have to stop talking about it,” I admitted, planting that hand firmly on his back, drawing circles with my palm. “Or else I’m gonna punt a chair into orbit.”

“I just felt so…so fucking helpless…”

“God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry – “

My free arm came up to wrap over him, keeping him tight against me. Protectively.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered. “You’re beautiful. And you’re not a garbage fire. Don’t even think about it. Please. Just…let this be it. You and me. You’re safe here.”

It was barely audible: “Thank…you…”

“No. Thank you.”

I placed another kiss on his forehead.

Words were spent. We stayed like that for half an hour, lying adjacent, sharing the burden.

#selfship #i'm at soup!

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Sweet Dreams Part 3 (End)

*Warning... some scenes in this last part might be a little gory or heart wrenching for some.*

Chase held his hands out as he got to his feet. His eyes never left Schneep’s and the good doctor felt disgusted. This is wrong, he kept repeating in his head. All of this… All of this is just wrong.

Scheenp flinched when Chase took a small step towards him. Chase saw this and stopped, his eyes filled with pity.

“Henrick… I didn’t make you do anything… No one has made you do anything… Do you know where you are? What day it is?”

He took another step towards Schneep, which make him begin to hyperventilate with fear. He didn’t want this…. this…. imposter anywhere near him. He knew, in his heart, that this person had hurt him but couldn’t remember how or when. Schneep couldn’t even remember the face this thing had worn before it… before it looked like….

“Chase,” Schneep gasped, pushing himself from the wall and steadying himself on rubber legs.

“Yes, Henrick. I am Chase… I’m your friend… you saved my life, remember?”

Schneep eyes shot up to Chase’s right temple. The round scar seemed to be sinking in a bit and the area around it looked like it was starting to bruise. Schneep shook his head. So many conflicting memories raced through his head… Bits and pieces of scenes floating in and out of view. A gun… Marvin’s face twisted with conflict and rage…

Two bright eyes fading to dull emptiness… those same eyes snapping back to life but completely souless…

Blood… blood covering his white doctor’s coat…

“I remember… Jackie… Marvin? No… wait…” Schneep stammered, eyes darting around the room to try to grasp anything real, anything stable. “Jack! Where’s Jack?”

“He’s right next to you Henrick,” Chase whispered, pointing at the bed. “He’s sleeping, remember? Anti got to him and did horrible things to him…”

“Anti…” Schneep murmured, resting his wild eyes on Chase, who was getting closer and closer. “Anti… he… he hurt… no.. I hurt….. Jack? No... Chase…. Where is Chase?”

“I’m right here,” Chase assured, so close to Schneep now that he could touch him if he wanted. But he kept his hands up, Schneep noticed. Why wasn’t he trying to grab him?

“Where is Chase,” he repeated with a stronger resolve, looking at the receding scar again and then at Chase’s right hand. “Where is Chase? What. Did. You. Make. ME. DO!”

“Henrick,” Chase exclaimed as Schneep grabbed hold of his wrist.

Whatever Chase said after fell on deaf ears as Schneep found himself falling inside his own head, memories swirling around him as if he was caught in a tornado.

Schneep, JJ and Anti were all standing in Jack’s recording room, all facing Chase. He was cornered, tears streaming down his face and his gun pointing right at Anti’s head.

“Let them go, you fucker! They don’t deserve this bullshit you’re putting them through!”

The gun starts to tremble. Anti snickers with sadistic glee.

“Put it away, Brody. You know that won’t kill me….”

“Maybe not, but I can damn well try!”

He fires a shot that flies right through Anti’s head and buries itself into the wall. Anti sighs and shakes his head as muffled cries can be heard from beyond.

“You,” he points at JJ, “go take care of that magician and that idiotic hero.”

JJ leaves. Chase’s cock’s the gun back at Anti’s head.

“LEAVE THEM ALONE, YOU MOTHER FUCKER, OR I’LL SHOOT YOU AGAIN!”

Sounds of fighting and a cry of pain. Chase ready’s to fire again, but Schneep steps in the way. Chase looks perplexed, lowering the gun a little.

“Henrick?”

Anti laughs maniacally behind Schneep.

“Shoot again, Brody… I dare you…”

“Henrick… please… snap out of it. Please wake up!”

Footsteps are heard dashing towards them. Anti sighs in frustration and waves his hand. Schneep starts walking towards Chase. Chase raises the gun again.

“I DON’T WANT TO SHOOT YOU! PLEASE, HENRICK! DON’T MAKE ME HURT YOU!”

But Chase never shoots. Schneep grabs the hand with the gun and twists it. Chase cries out as Schneep gets behind him and kicks him down to his knees. Jackie and Marvin burst into the room. Jackie see Schneep and Chase. He cries out. Marvin begins to form an attack but Anti sticks out his hand. Marvin is forced back to the wall. He grunts and shakes as he tries to move but he’s stuck like glue.

“MARVIN!”

Schneep twists Chase’s arms, one to the point of breaking in order to shut him up and the other to rest the gun on his right temple. Anti throws his head back and laughs. Jackie tries to run to Chase and Schneep but Anti blasts him with a glitch fused attack, knocking him into the wall.

“JACKIE,” both Chase and Marvin cried.

Anti saunters over to Chase and bends down until their faces meet. Anti hisses in delight. Chase is trying not to hyperventilate.

“Let’s see if the odds are in your favor a second time, Brody….”

Chase looks up at Schneep, one last attempt to try to get through to his brother.

“Henrick… pl… please. Don’t let him do this. You… you know what he’ll do. My kids… please… don’t let him get to my kids… please!”

Schneep pushes Chase’s finger. The gun goes off. Blood is splattered on Schneep’s white doctor’s coat. Two bright eyes fade to dull emptiness as Chase falls to the floor.

“NOOOOOO! NONONO! CHASE,” Jackie cries out from where he lays.

“How….. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, SCHNEEP! YOU WERE LIKE A BROTHER TO HIM!”

Marvin glares at Schneep with nothing but hatred, tears leaking from his eyes.

Anti laughs as he walks over to Chase’s body. He looks at Schneep and pats him on the cheek.

“Such an obedient puppet….”

Anti turns his attention to Chase, kicking the body over so those blank eyes stared at the ceiling. He squats down and bites one of his fingers. It wells up with black ichor.

Extending his finger to Chase’s left eye, he starts to hum.

“Let’s try this again, shall we? My mistake last time was I didn’t kill Jack first…. Only after I was already in control…”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU SICK, GLITCHY BASTARD! LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Jackie was on his feet, face all bloody and bruised. He starts to rush at Anti only to have Schneep walk in the way, gun pointed straight at Jackie.

Jackie stops, shock written on his face. Marvin starts to rave, fighting desperately to unpin himself from the wall.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, SCHNEEP! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

Anti watches the whole thing with an expression of boredom.

“Can we get this over with please… I need to set my plans in motion, here…”

“JACKIE! USE YOUR POWERS! FIGHT BACK!”

Jackie doesn’t move. He looks Schneep dead in the eyes, a sad smile on his lips.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Henrick…”

“JACKIE, NO!”

“... I hope one day, you can wake up…”

The gun goes off. Jackie’s face twists in pain as he clutches his stomach.

“MOTHER FUCKER! YOU PIECE OF SHIT DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! JACKIE!”

Jackie looks up at Schneep, a trail of blood leaking out of his mouth.

“I…. I know you didn’t mean to…. I.. I forgive you, Henrick…”

Jackie’s eyes drop shut as he falls to the floor. Marvin is screaming in rage, slowly breaking Anti’s spell on him.

“Time to speed things up…”

Anti works the ichor out of his finger to until it forms a droplet. The black ooze drops into Chase’s eye and is quickly absorbed, turning the eye full black. As Chase’s body begins to twitch and convulse, Anti begins to fade. Before he disappears, he turns to Marvin, who had just broken through the spell, releasing him from the wall. Green flames burst around his hands and engulf his eyes. He’s about to attack but Anti laughs.

“It’s too late, magician. Brody is mine now. I am him and he is me. It’s his own fucking fault. I probably wouldn’t of even bothered with him if he hadn’t of taken over the channel in Jack’s place….”

“YOU FUCKING GLITCHY ASS BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU! YOU AND THE PIECE OF SHIT DOCTOR!”

But before Marvin could attack them, Anti and Schneep glitched out.

“NO!”

Schneep releases Chase’s wrist and stumbles backwards, falling onto Jack’s bed. He feels sweat pouring down his face and his breaths are painfully jagged. The fatigue he felt was intensified after that little episode and it was hard enough from him to keep his eyes open.

He looked at Chase and gave a weak, startled cry. The man standing before him wasn’t his brother, he was a twisted version of him. His eyes were completely black and his skin gave off a sickly greenish hue. His smile had grown bigger, more crooked. Black ichor trailed down from his eyes and our of the corners of his mouth. And his right temple… oh god, Schneep cried in his head. The small, round little scar had completely sunken into a gaping gunshot wound, black liquid slowly oozing out.

The twisted creature threw back his head and laughed. Schneep scooted more onto the bed, unconsciously throwing his arms out to the sides; protecting the sleeping Jack behind him.

“You….” he snarled at the creature as he started to glitch, “... you sick, twisted demon! What did you make me do to my brothers!”

Anti slowly lowered his head and gave Schneep a inquisitive look. Schneep felt his skin crawl when Anti’s eyes laid on him.

“I… oh god…. YOU made me kill him,” Schneep cried. “YOU MADE ME KILL CHASE! Oh fucking god… and Jackie… AND JACKIE, TOO!”

“Oh, calm down, doc,” Anti hissed, walking back and forth. “The magician got to the hero before the bullet killed him. He managed to heal him some before they both vanished from the room.”

“How… how do you know?”

Anti tilted his head, giving Schneep a knowing smirk while tapping at the hole in his head.

“Because I had full control by then, doc. Oh, don’t look so surprised. It was your research that helped me figure out why I couldn’t stay in control last time.”

Schneep had a quick flash of himself pouring over papers on his desk.

“No…”

“Yes. Jack was weak, but I made the mistake of taking his body first and then trying to kill him while I was still inside. Stupid of me, actually. I was the only reason he didn’t die that night.”

Schneep’s mind when back to when Jack came to him about the blackouts, how he felt like someone was always there with him. Then it jumped to when he found Jack laying on top of his pumpkin, blood spilling everywhere and the gaping hole on his neck… and yet, he was still alive… those eyes snapped back alive to look at him, but they were soulless.

“What did you do to Jack? Why won’t he wake up” Schneep snapped, leaning back further though his body protested to the strain. Anti saw what Schneep was doing and gave a chuckle.

“Geez, you are stupid. I don’t give a shit about him anymore. I’ve already got what I wanted.”

At this, he gestured to himself and Schneep stiffened. Chase… he had Schneep shoot Chase in the head before he took over his body. Chase, his friend.. his brother. He heard his last words play inside his mind.

Don’t let him get to my kids… please…

Anti saw the realization on Schneep’s face and began to clap.

“Way to go, doc. You’ve finally woken up.”

Schneep gave Anti a death stare as the glitch stuck two fingers into the oozing gun wound. He dug around for a bit until he suddenly pulled them out. Between the two black covered fingers was the bullet that had taken Schneep’s friend.

“Too bad Brody won’t be able to ever wake up again… I told that magician. I would of left him alone if he hadn’t of taken Jack’s place. He became the face of the channel. He catered to all those potential puppets, just like Jack did. I need them, don’t you get it? They fuel my power… they’re the reason I exist. I need them as much as they need me. They’re going to help me, doc. Help me with the next phase… and I can’t afford anymore slip ups. That’s why Brody had to die. I needed no resistance when I took control of his body. Jack had resisted and that screwed everything up… no. This time, with your help, I made fucking sure that Brody’s body was empty before I moved in.”

Schneep spat at Anti’s feet as his eyes started to droop. He could feel himself tittering back and forth. What was happening to him? He could feel himself starting to slip away.

Anti walked over to him and bent down so their faces were at the same level. Schneep felt his head nod forward and quickly snapped it back up to look at Anti.

“I told you, doc” Anti whispered, placing a black stained finger on Schneep’s forehead. “I can’t afford anymore slip ups… you included. Yes, you may have woken up, but I still have control over you. I OWN YOU…. and I can’t have my number one puppet rebelling against me, now can I? So, take my advice… and get some rest. You’ve been working too hard, lately… You deserve a nice break. I can promise you that when you wake up, all this will go away. Everything that happened here will become just a horrible nightmare. You’ll wake up and continue about your day, going through your worthless life until I call for you, again. I have plans for the fucking magician.”

With his sticky black finger on Schneep’s forehead, he lightly pushed the good doctor. Schneep fell, without resistance, on top on Jack’s legs. As his breathing became heavier and steady, he witnessed Anti morph from his hideous persona back into Chase. Giving him a evil little smirk, he pulled out his phone to check it real quick.

“Now… if you don’t mind, I have to get out of here. I promised Stacey that I’d watch the kids tonight while she went to a meeting for work.”

Don’t let him get to my kids… please….

“I swear,” Schneep slurred, “if… you hurt… a single… hair… on one… of his… children’s heads….”

Quick as a flash, Chase was on top of him, grabbing him by the shirt collar and yanking him close to his face.

“I WOULD NEVER HURT MY OWN CHILDREN, YOU FUCKER!”

Schneep’s drooping eyes widen as Chase’s grip loosened. The good doctor saw confusion flash across his face as he started to breath a little bit faster. For a second, Chase’s eyes lit back up… Schneep grinned sheepishly.

“My friend,” Schneep barely whispered, “you live, after all.”

Those bright eyes looked at Schneep, tears beginning to fall from them.

“I’m… so sorry… for what I did… please forgive me… and don’t… let him win…”

The light left Chase’s eyes and he shook his head, pushing Schneep back down onto the bed. As he wiped the tears from his face in total shock, Schneep looked over at Jack, still sleeping after everything that happened.

“Please… please wake up…. We’re really going… going to need you… in the coming days… please… wake up, Jack… wa...w…”

And with that, Schneep drifted off…. He needed the rest. Chase was right. He shouldn’t be pushing himself as much as he did. He needed to be strong for everyone. For Chase and Jackie.

After all, a doctor’s work is never done.

This is part three of the first of five writing prompts given to me by @glitchbicth. This story took so long to write because I honestly wanted to cry the whole time but I also had fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who read and reblogged this little fanfic.

The second prompt will be posted tomorrow. Good night, everyone. PMA!

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye fandom #jacksepticeye community #dr henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #antisepticeye #fanfic #writing prompt

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flightfoot · 6 years

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2/2 Poseidon outright apologised to Percy for giving him heroes fate. Not all gods were oblivious to how much heroes suffer. Not every god gave them quests for trivial matters, Their existance is necessary, since gods can't do some things, but not everyone averted their eyes from it. Do you think Apollo will realise, that he was one of the worse gods in that regard, and not everybody thought the way he did? That some of the Olympians faced the reality head on, and he was just fooling himself?

It’s true that not all the Olympians averted their eyes from it. Poseidon, Hermes, and most of all, his own twin, Artemis, all seemed to fully realize how tough being a demigod is and how much mortal lives are worth. Artemis willingly took the weight of the world from Annabeth, a girl she’d never met before, knowing it was a trap, so that she could save her! She TRIED to refuse giving the Earth over to Percy, believing that the weight would kill him. And she properly expressed her thanks at them rescuing her, absolutely REFUSING to allow Percy and Thalia be incinerated! I imagine that as horrified as she is at all the pain and suffering Apollo and his friends have been through, she’s glad that he’s AT LEAST now acknowledging to himself, and to everyone else, how much mortals are worth.

I dunno about Apollo being one of the WORST Olympians on that front. He’s worse than Poseidon, Hermes, and Artemis, certainly. But I’d say he’s better than Ares, Aphrodite, and Dionysus (especially as Bacchus). Ares is just kinda a jerk, and can be pretty scary to hang out with. This one sentence in The Last Olympian, where Ares is greeting Clarisse, makes me wonder…

She looked pretty overwhelmed. All she could do was nod and blink, like she was afraid he’d start hitting her, but eventually she began to smile. (343)

I do wonder if he’s yelled and hit her in the past. He seems to really want his children to EARN his help. Also, there was that time he cursed Percy in Titan’s Curse, just because he was still pissy about Percy beating him, fair and square.

Aphrodite just doesn’t seem to care for individual people much. She helped Percy out in Titan’s Curse, but that seemed to be because she loved watching his love story. She was fine with leaving Artemis to rot, and she really wanted to make Percy’s love life more “interesting”. It’s kinda hinted that she’s behind the love triangle that develops between Percy, Annabeth, and Rachel. She also was hinted to be behind the whole love triangle Annabeth was in, with Luke and Percy (that one was always weird). She really just seems to regard mortals -and probably immortals too, given Apollo’s track record - as interesting stories. She accidentally slips up and says as much to Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper in Mark of Athena.

“Well, I can’t take credit for all your troubles,” the goddess said. “But I do love twists and turns in a love story. Oh, all of you are such excellent stories - I mean, girls. You do me proud!” (234)

I think she’s actually the worst one at not treating demigods like actual people. Heck, I dunno if she treats ANYONE like an actual person, except for maybe Ares.

Dionysus is a massive jerk, but he does help demigods occasionally when he doesn’t have to, like when he drove Dr. Thorn’s minions mad in Titan’s Curse, cures Chris in the Battle of the Labyrinth, and asks after the welfare of his remaining demigod son, Pollux. That being said, that’s AFTER he’s been Camp director for several years at least, and has had to interact with them on a daily basis. He still likes to PRETEND he doesn’t care, at least. And if Bacchus is anything to go by, before being forced into close proximity with demigods for extended periods of time, he really didn’t regard them as people worth helping. Which is especially bad for him, since he WAS a demigod! He should know better!

Athena seems to know and care about the plight of demigods, and she’s especially protective of her own children.

Can’t judge Demeter, she doesn’t really have characterization beyond “cereal”.

Hestia loves and cares about everyone. She doesn’t really do much directly, though.

Hera is pretty pragmatic about demigods. She helps out Percy and Annabeth in Battle of the Labyrinth because she knows they’ll be needed, not because she cars about them on any personal level, and she wanted to abandon Nico. She lets Percy wander around aimlessly for months while being pursued by gorgons before she FINALLY decides to lead him to Camp Jupiter. The only demigod she cares about on any personal level seems to be Jason, and even that’s REALLY messed up, since she seems to consider him to be her property. No surprise with Hera, though, she’s kinda known for being a jerk, ESPECIALLY to everyone even tangentially related to her husband’s affairs.

Hephaestus just seems kinda awkward around demigods. He does the sort of casual-threatening thing that the gods tend to do, but he’s nice enough, and he doesn’t take offense very easily. He actually seems to have a fairly similar level caring that Apollo does, where he at least TRIES to keep an eye on all his children. He’s just more awkward with people than Apollo is. A LOT more awkward. Honestly, I think he might be on the autism spectrum. It would certainly fit with his social awkwardness and need to stim. Anyways, I guess he might not necessarily not acknowledge mortals’ value, he just doesn’t know how to interact with them in general.

Hades… I think he recognizes mortals’ worth. He certainly cares for his kids. But he’s not above threatening them with annihilation if he’s ESPECIALLY pissed. And he’s a pretty big jerk to Percy, though that might be more him just wanting to vent his frustration with his siblings at someone.

Then there’s Zeus, who seems to be the main one keeping the gods from helping more often. Heck, he didn’t want Apollo helping Percy and co. to rescue Artemis, even though that WAS godly business. He attempts to annihilate the Di Angelo family, and everyone in that hotel with them. He COULD’VE just made Bianca and Nico immortal to stop them from reaching sixteen, but noooooo. He chose the MURDER option. He keeps on threatening to knock Percy out of the sky for flying, even though Poseidon doesn’t threaten anything similar with Thalia. Zeus is also the one who closed Olympus, reasoning that:

“Gods were to be respected. Our children were to be seen and not visited.” (TLH 331).

Plus, he acknowledged Jason as his son, and told him how proud he was of him, but was then ready to blast him to pieces minutes later for DARING to question him, as politely as possible. No other godly parents have been shown to be so touchy, so quick to turn on the dime from respecting and acknowledging their children, to being ready to kill them.

So basically, some of the Olympians truly seemed to understand demigod’s plight and try to help, not avert their eyes. But a lot of them were way worse than Apollo. At least Apollo loves and cares for his children, tries to protect them, and doesn’t make them jump through hoops in order to earn a smidgen of love an approval. As for Apollo realizing that… I think he’ll realize why Artemis acts like she does, why she was SO insistent on rewarding Thalia and Percy, not blasting them, why she takes in strays so often. Apollo’s doing the same thing now.

Honestly, I think that TOA isn’t JUST a redemption story for Apollo - I think he’s being used as a proxy for the gods in general, to test whether THEY can change, and are worthy of surviving. He’s the best candidate I think, since he’s neither the best nor the worst of them, in acknowledging mortals’ worth. Plus, Hermes states in The Last Olympian that

“maybe for awhile things will get better. But we gods have never been good at keeping oaths. You were born because of a broken promise, eh? Eventually we’ll become forgetful. We always do.” (358).

Except that Apollo doesn’t. He never forgets the people he cares about. He might not be the best at keeping oaths, but when it’s a promise he actually cares about on a deep personal level, and not simply one borne of frustration, he certainly tries his utmost to keep them. He will NEVER forget the promise he made to Jason. I honestly don’t think that even getting amnesia would erase it, kinda like amnesia wasn’t enough to erase Percy’s memories of Annabeth completely. He’s the best candidate for ensuring that the gods don’t slip back into their old ways. I’m kinda hoping that final prophecy, the one that contains the line “the fall of the sun; the final verse” is going to have some choice in it that relies on Apollo’s character growth being the determining factor in whether the gods have a happy ending.

#trials of apollo #toa #apollo #lester papadopoulos #the trials of apollo

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 6 years

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It just happened (2/2)

Pairing: Tony stark x Sister! reader

warning: suicide, death, implied drug overdose, murder, sadness

words: 1218

summary: After some traumatizing events Stark Reader secretly becomes a serial killer. Tony finds out, and either has to let his baby sibling go, or kill them himself. Reader decides to jump off stark tower instead.

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It had been a few days since Tony found out about (y/n) being the violator but he hasn’t spoken to her since nor has he contributed to finding her. He just... he was off and everybody knew it everyone saw that something was wrong but no one said anything or asked because he was Tony and there was a time and a place.

(Y/n) was also a bit down after Tony found out . She wasn’t finding pleasure in her work anymore she felt bad for the first time in 23 years she wasn’t enjoying herself she didn't feel like she had done someone justice. She just felt … sick …. and dirty.

After her kill (y/n) leaned against the wall across from the bed. Any other time she’d be happy admiring her work but now she felt sick with it. A Husband and soon to be father laid on the bed bullet in his head all she could think was she ruined a developing family. She sighed and jumped out the window.

“Yo Tony you haven’t said anything about this mission Come on man contribute” Clint said finally saying what everyone was thinking. This guy hadn’t done one thing since his sister left.

“Mr. Stark... are you okay?” Peter asked Tony looked at him but said nothing.

“Fine … Haven’t been sleeping well. I’ll get better. What do we have on this guy now”

“This girl. We’ve already established that she was a (S/c) female by a few witness. And that’s about it her victims seem to be random from rich pricks to poor thugs. The only pattern is how she kills them and how she leaves them.” Natasha said she was so frustrated this was harder than it was suppose to be.

“Maybe there is another pattern” Tony said

“Like what” Peter asked

Like all of them being pedophiles “ I don’t know. Friday pull up phone and internet histories.”

“It appears the internet history was deleted.”

“phone calls. Tell me you have those”

“I do sir and in seem that six different numbers are consecutive.”

“It appears they all have contacted one or another at some point in time” Vision said.

Out of the 9 dozen people that were killed six numbers connected them all going back 20 years. Each of these people were connected to this numbers or connected to a person with these numbers.

“How come we didn’t see this before. Friday who do these number belong to”Six photos popped up five men and one woman. Their name, address, and states came up as well. Two out of the six were dead already. “now how are these guys connected. She’s not doing this randomly. We’ve got to find the reason”. Which made Tony frustrated seeing as she either deleted or took the evidence with her and he couldn’t go get it without outing her.

Everyone was busy trying to put the piece of the puzzle together, while still missing piece, when Tony got a call. It was his sister he stepped out of the room.

“hey” he answered he didn’t know what else to say.

“hey”

“...”

“I’m ready.... I’m ready to turn myself in”

“what changed?”

“I don’t know... it’s not as satisfying as before”

“It was satisfying?”

“Yes, To make sure no one was getting hurt to repay the pain and save the children. Cruel Justice is very satisfying....was” he could hear her on the other end she sounded like she was crying.

“ sweetheart... where are you?” Tony asked just from the sound of her voice he could hear how unstable she was how destroyed she was. “Tell me I’ll come get you. We’ll fix this and we won’t tell anybody. Please let me help you”

“I’m already here... and I’m going to help myself” then he hears the dial. Then the ceiling lights turn blue.

Everyone rush out of the conferences room. “Mr. Stark why are the lights blue?”

“Tony what is this?”

“There blue. It means someone's on the room someone who shouldn’t be” Saying it out loud Tony’s heart nearly stops when he puts it together. “ (Y/n)”

Immediately began running the other started following him not knowing what was happening. They asked Tony questions as they followed up the stairs after him. They didn’t know what was happening but Tony was in distress and in a rush.

“Please, Mr. Stark what’s happening?” Peter asked he was freaking out because everyone else was freaking and no one was telling him anything they were just running. He was unaware that no one else knew what was happening as well but they were ready for anything and just following Tony.

Tony Busted through the door on the roof panting and out of breath. Everyone else filed after him.

“That was fast” (y/n) said. Everyone saw her she was on the edge of the roof with a gun in hand, wearing a white sundress. “ I thought that it would take longer. You guys really are heros” she laughed

“ (Y/n).. what are you doing?” Wanda asked stepping forward but Tony held his hand out to stop her.

“please we’ll fix it. I won’t tell, they won’t tell. Please”

“you can stop looking for the violator... you’ve found her” (y/n) looked over her shoulder at the others.

“You’re the Violator” Steve said then turned to Tony “and you knew”

“Don’t be mean. He didn’t know until a few days ago. An office in my apartment. I out the key on the kitchen table all the answers are all in that office.”

“(y/n) please”

“I’m sorry” she raises the gun to her head puts her finger on the trigger but before she could pull the trigger Wanda uses her magic to pull it away. That doesn’t stop her ….she falls forward. “ It just happened”

“NOOOOOO” Tony dives off the side of the building after his sister. His suit is deployed and wraps around him as he wraps his arms around his sister.

“I’ve got you” he says as he goes up into the clouds holding his sister bridal style. And he stay there because just looking at her he already knows

“Sir.... she doesn’t have a heart beat. There’s no pulse sir”

He already knows, he knew it when he got on to the roof. She was (Y/n) Stark she always had a plan A, B, and C.

Plan C the fall.

Plan B the gun.

Plan A drugs.

She was as smart as she was beautiful. She was just to good to be bad.

“You were going to be a doctor” Tony cried as he held her close to his metal suit. He wanted to feel her warmth.” what happened you wanted to be a doctor”. Tony spent 45 minutes in the air holding his baby sister before he came back down. When he did he saw that all of the avengers were still standing there waiting for her.

It was silent as Tony landed with his sister daggling in his arms. It was clear to some what was happening. But not on others. They all followed him into the building and to the elevator

“Tony... ” Steve said. He looked up his faceplate sliding up with a stone cold face he said

“Shit happens”

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