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shesprettymeh · 7 months

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Writing a dndads fanfic is so wild because half the time everyone is wildly out of character and the other half of the time I can literally hear beth may saying the words I write

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #beth may #scary marlowe #dndads fanfic

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hermanunworthy · 4 months

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I'm Free to Go Anywhere (Can I Please Just Stay With You?)

The following summer after Earth has been saved, the teens go on a road trip to explore the real California! ...But on this journey, things aren't the same as they used to be. Normal runs away, and Hermie runs back.

surprise!!! me and @apricior wrote a fic together! :D this has been our big secret project since august and it is literally my fave fic ive ever worked on <33 hope yall love it as much as we do!!

46k words, 9 chapters + epilogue, oakworthy, postcanon (hermie lives au), alternating povs (normal: kai, hermie: me)

read on ao3!

#MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! this is our gift to the dndads fandom <3 #i have been DYING to share this fic w yall im so excited #oakworthy #normal oak #hermie the unworthy #hermie unworthy #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads fanfic #dndads fic #my fic #iftga

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satanickpanick · 1 year

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“It was nothing personal, Normal.”

Catchy one-liners were kinda Hermie’s thing. Quips were masks, cheesy pickups were shields, and answering a question with a question was as good as a magic forcefield. Hermie was a master deflector, even when he could admit that mayyybe he should’ve been a little bit more serious. Moments like this, when his sort-of-best-friend-practically-blood-rival-totally-not-crush caught him red- (or, perhaps, green-and-white-) handed in the act of finally, finally taking what he’d come for.

Teeny the Teen had achieved almost godlike status by the time Hermie had set out on his mission. A relic of immense social power, its foam head and sweat-stained jersey were the stuff of legends at Chaperell. At least since Hermie’s eighth-grade visits to the CHS theatre department’s special behind-the-scenes performances, and very evidently far, far into the past, Teeny had been coveted for his heritage at San Dimas Public, and his longstanding rivalry with CHS. The funny thing was that the closer Hermie’d got to his goal, the deeper he’d gotten into the… everything that he had been totally unprepared to face in his subterfuge, the more he’d forgotten about Teeny. The idol that was the mascot had taken a backseat to actual idols, new worlds, new wounds, new friends- and to the man who wore the suit. He’d been poisoned, burned, fireballed, ignored… and he’d made friends, he thought. Real friends, sort of, despite- well, everything. Taylor at least thought he was a worthy (ha) sidekick, and Normal- Normal encouraged him. He sided with him, he spoke to him like an equal. That was more than Hermie could say about his colleagues in both CHS and SDPHS theatre. And- well, Normal had thought that the Hermie he’d pecked on the cheek in Hell had been real. That had been nice to think about, just a little. And when it came down to it, Normal was always the first to say hey, let’s see what Hermie thinks! or where did Hermie go?

Ah, the Romeo and Juliet, the Musical, Abridged of it all, Hermie thought as he landed assfirst, cushioned by Teeny’s head, in Sparrow Oak-Swallows-Garcia’s hydrangeas. Two high schools, both alike in dignity, in fair San Dimas-Earth-Faerun-Hell where we lay our scene… Fuck, he was in wayyyyy too deep. How was he supposed to recover from this? How was he supposed to go back to CHS, where he’d be a hero- but alone? He’d fooled himself, when he’d started this particular piece of chicanery, that things would be different when he returned to his home turf with Teeny the Teen held high. That he’d be Hermie the Worthy, the hero, the star. But he’d had some time to reflect, to change, to figure out who he was- and it wasn’t that.

It really wasn’t. And well- seniors were gonna senior. They weren’t gonna respect him any more than they respected each other. How was he supposed to go back to the way things used to be, now that he’d literally been to Hell and back? He couldn’t, not after what he’d seen and done, alongside the enemy, at that. He hugged the mascot (that smells distinctly, nastily, comfortingly of Normal) (Normal who definitely found his school ID and definitely hated his guts for this) close.

No, it wasn’t personal. Not at first.

But what was he supposed to do now?

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apricior · 5 months

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breathe

after surviving the fight in hell, normal has a panic attack.

spoilers for season 2 episode 46!!!!

TWs: blood, light body horror, suicidal thoughts/suicidal ideation and anxiety attacks

[also on ao3!]

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Remember what dad told you, Norm. Five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, one thing you can taste. Easy. It’s easy.

Five things you can see. Scary in front of him, asking him something that he can’t hear. Something red on the floor, a crimson pool—

Things were supposed to work out. This is how it is in the movies, right? In the plays? They were supposed to save the world, and everything would eventually be fixed. And they would be happy, they would all be happy.

They were all supposed to make it.

No. Stop.

Breathe.

Let’s try this again. Five things you can see. Link looking at him and putting a hand on his shoulder. The ceiling lights that are so bright that they almost blind him. A lifeless body on the floor, slumped against the wall—

Normal has always been optimistic. He has always tried to see the best in people, even when they did not really deserve it, and he has always found the bright side on the darkest situations. He should be doing the same thing now, right? Lincoln is fine. Scary is fine. Taylor is fine.

Normal is not.

And H…

No. No, no, no. Stop.

BREATHE.

Again. Let’s do this again.

Five. The desks. The workers. Staples. Bright ceiling lights. The portal closes. Done.

Four things he can touch. Easy. His hoodie. Scary’s arm. The cold floor tiles. The part of his face where his mustache used to be. Done.

Three things he can hear. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Done.

Two things he can smell. Sweat. Blood. The products that were used to clean the office.

Will they get rid of it? Will the ammonia get rid of the crimson red? Will the bleach and the disinfectant make the smell disappear? Normal wishes that he could drink them, swallow them so that they would clean his insides. Maybe they would help him reunite with H—him.

Him. He cannot say his name, cannot even think about it.

He should have been awake. If he had been awake, maybe he could have saved him. He should have saved him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Normal’s hands are stained. He will never get rid of the blood. No matter how many times he washes them, he knows it will be there. Every time he looks at his palms they will be red, and he will hear those five words that keep repeating in his head over and over again.

BREATHE. BREATHE.

Normal falls to the ground. He is almost done. He needs to finish counting, and then he will be fine, just like his dad promised him. He will be fine, and his lungs will fill with air again, and he will stop feeling like he is going to die.

Almost done. One thing he can taste.

One. Metal in his mouth. Bilis. Blood.

Fuck. That is more than one thing.

He does not feel better.

He repeats the list again, and then once more, like a spell or a prayer, but it does not work, it doesn’t fucking work.

Fuck.

This is it, right? They are not in hell anymore; this is the real world, which means that this is not a trick or an illusion, not a vision created to torture him. There is no turning back now. This is it. They loved each other, and now he’s dead. Hermie’s dead. His body is lying lifeless on the floor, a hole right where his heart should be, and the last thing he said was that he liked him too. Hermie dedicated his last breath to him and he could not save him.

Normal feels like his insides are going to come out of his mouth one by one, and maybe that would be a good thing, because he would be as empty as he feels. Maybe his soul left with Hermie’s. That is reassuring, right? The idea that somewhere their essences are together, and maybe they can finally get the chance to be happy there.

And what is left for him in here? Just this emptiness, this vast loneliness and desperation, this knowledge that he had true bliss right in front of him before it was violently taken from him. He wishes he could switch their roles. If he could, he would rip his heart off his chest and put it inside Hermie’s, and maybe that would be enough to bring him back to life.

He wants to die. He wants to die.

Breathe. Breathe.

Please, Hermie, breathe.

But deep down, he knows that nothing can be done now. His friends kneel next to him and wrap their arms around him, but he barely feels it.

It’s over now.

Hermie’s gone.

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads fanfic #dndads season 2 #normal oak #hermie unworthy #oakworthy #my writing #anyways. i am unwell #i feel like i was possessed by the devil

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phillycheesesteakcore · 7 months

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The Sleepover

CONTAINS SEASON 1 SPOILERS

word count: 4.6k

cw: mostly fluff, some angst if you squint, a little suggestive

synopsis: Glenn still has a house on Earth. it mostly stays empty, except of course when a certain druid uses it as a place to crash occasionally. this is what happens when the owner of the house happens to catch said druid when he comes home unexpectedly

Henry shook his head, pushing that last thought away and dragging himself to his feet. He could almost see Mercede’s smug smirk over his dumb crush. He made his way to the living room, dropping the bag he’d brought with him on the floor and collapsing on the sofa. He stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. It was quiet here. So quiet. In a few minutes he’d schlep himself off the couch and pop the pastries he’d picked up from Trader Joe’s in the air fryer to toast. In a few minutes he’d actually enjoy a meal that didn’t end in an impromptu food fight. In a few minutes he might even take a shower without having to worry about anyone barging into the bathroom without so much a knock. But right now, right now he’d just lie there and stare at the ceiling, enjoying the silence.

Henry looked around furtively. This was ridiculous. He really should stop this. This would be the last time. You said that a dozen times ago, a little voice said in his head. He ignored that voice and turned the key in the lock as quietly as he could, slipping soundlessly into the house. Closing the door behind him, he leaned back against it and sunk to the floor. Eyes shut, he simply breathed in the air of the empty house, smelling of leather and guitar polish and the faintest whiff of weed. Just like him.

Glenn pulled into his driveway and just sat there parked, looking up at the house. He could’ve just made a portal inside, but he’d had to pick his car up from the mechanic anyways, and it was nice to drive around a bit. Most times he came back to Earth he just hung out with Nick or the other dads and their kids, so it’d been a while since he actually took a spin around San Dimas. Most of it was the same, but there were a few new sights to see. He was just glad to be home. Hell was cool and all, but it was still Hell.

Grabbing his duffle bag and the bags of groceries and other things he’d picked up from the store, he got out of the car and headed towards the door.

“Glenn, honey?” an old voice called over, “Is that you?”

“Yes Ms. Dolores,” he replied with a grin, making his way over the low fence that marked the property line, “it’s me”

“It’s so nice to see you” his geriatric neighbor said genially, gently pinching his cheeks, “I swear I see less and less of you these days. Where’ve you been?”

“Nowhere suitable for your ladylike ears to hear,” Glenn said with a wink.

“Oh, stop it,” she said with a cheeky smile, “if I were twenty years younger, I’d give you a run for your money.”

“I think we both know if you were twenty years younger, I wouldn’t stand a chance, Ms. Dolores,” Glenn said. She playfully swatted his shoulder.

“You stop with that talk now, or else you’ll make your boyfriend jealous. I think he’s inside.” she said. Glenn quirked an eyebrow.

“Boyfriend?”

“You know; greasy blonde hair, cargo shorts, Birkenstocks? Kind of cute in a crunchy way.”

“Oh right, him,” Glenn said, slow smile spreading across his face, amused.

“Has that new salt and pepper in your hair made you as forgetful as me, or do you just have so many paramours it’s hard to keep track of them all?” she asked sardonically.

“I’m not dignifying that with a response.” Glenn replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek in goodbye and heading towards his own home, “You take care of yourself.”

“You too honey” she called, going back to what she’d been doing.

Glenn approached the front door, fishing his spare key out of the secret compartment in the house number by the doorbell. He was about to put it in and turn the lock when a thought occurred to him. Instead, he slipped the key in his pocket and simply tried the doorknob, finding it open just like he suspected. Slipping inside as quietly as he could, he looked around and listened for anyone else inside. Sure enough, there was light spilling out into the hallway from the direction of the kitchen and he could hear a quiet humming coming from there as well.

Henry had finally pulled himself off the couch and made his way to the kitchen to make himself a snack. He was absentmindedly reading the ingredients lest on the back of the packaging when the air fryer let out a little trill indicating it was done. After carefully folding up and tucking the cardboard box in one of the recycling bins, Henry grabbed a plate from the cupboard and started putting pasties on it.

“By all means, make yourself at home,” a voice said from behind him. Henry yelped and jumped with a start, almost dropping his plate. Whipping around, he saw a not-so-amused looking Glenn Close leaning against the doorframe, duffle bag slung over his shoulder, groceries in his arms.

“Glenn! H-hi!” Henry stuttered, “Listen, I can explain.”

Glenn just walked over to the kitchen island, setting the duffle bag on one of the tall stools pulled up against it and the grocery bags on top of it. He started pulling things out of the bags and walked over to the cupboard to put them away, peeking his head back out from behind the open cupboard door.

“Go ahead, explain.” he said, going right back to putting the things away.

“R-right. Um, well, Glenn, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing in your house.” Henry stammered out, still stood nervously by the air fryer.

“Uh-huh.” Glenn moved over to the fridge, sliding past Henry in the narrow space between the kitchen island and the counter. Henry felt the heat of him as he went by, shivering just a tiny bit. He shook his head, gathering himself before going on.

“D’you— do you remember that time we needed a speaker on short notice and you said I could borrow one from your place?”

“Yeah.” Glenn said from the refrigerator, sniffing suspiciously at a jug of juice he’d left behind.

“Well, I, uh, never got around to giving you back your house key.”

“Clearly,” He decided to throw it out just to be safe. Going over to where the trash can was, he noticed the recycling bins. “These new?”

“Uh, y-yeah.”

“Huh,” Glenn said before throwing away the bottle. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, just staring at Henry.

“Look, man, I’m sorry for crashing your place and using your stuff and moving things around. I honestly didn’t mean to keep your key, I really just forgot to give it back right away, and then I never had it on me when you were around. I know I shouldn’t be here when you’re not home, or I should’ve at least asked,” Henry burst out in a rush, “it was meant to be just a one-time thing but then it came a habit before I realized it, and I’m really, really sorry and I— are you laughing?”

“No it’s— keep going man it’s—” Glenn cleared his throat and tried to put his serious face back on but just doubled over laughing again, leaning on Henry for support. “You just looked like kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Seriously, what am I gonna do, ground you? It’s fine man.”

Henry sagged against the counter, relieved and slightly annoyed. “That wasn’t funny Glenn.”

Glenn looked up, face nearly split in two with a grin. “Come on, it was a little funny.”

Henry could feel the weight of him, catch a whiff of that smoky, almost spicy scent that clung to him. Gently shoving him off, he cleared his throat asked “When’d you get back?”

“This morning. I picked my car up from the shop and decided to a spin around town. I actually ran into my neighbor just outside. You’re over here quite a bit, aren’t you?” Glenn asked, leaning in even closer and playfully flicking Henry’s cheek, “She thinks you’re my boyfriend.”

Henry turned beet red and spluttered. “Sh-she saw me? I’m not over here that ofte— She r-really thinks tha— I can’t believe she’d say something li—”

“Relax,” Glenn said, resting a hand on Henry’s shoulder, “I don’t think she’s exactly going around telling people that. Besides, you could do a lot worse than me.” With a wink, he turned back to the kitchen island, he grabbing his duffle bag and heading out the door. “I’m gonna go shower real quick, I’ll be right back.”

Henry once again sagged against the kitchen counter, chuckling to himself. He felt windblown, but that was just the thing about Glenn, wasn’t it?

He was just sitting down at the table with his snacks when his phone rang. His wife’s face filled up the screen.

“Hola, mi amor,” Mercedes trilled, “just wanted to let you know that Ricky picked up the boys for an impromptu sleepover with their cousins. Me and some of the girls from the station are going out to get some drinks so I might be back late. You’re at Glenn’s anyway right? So you’ll be fine. Say hi to him for me.”

“How’d you know he was in town?” Henry asked.

“Gloria ran into him at the mechanic’s,” her expression turned mischievous, “try not to embarrass yourself too much, you know how you can get.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Henry said, blushing furiously.

“Oh come now, mi león, don’t be coy. Remember that cute barista in Quito? Or that lovely couple in Amsterdam? And we can’t forget how you first were with me when—”

“Alright, I get it.” Henry said.

“Get what?” Glenn asked as he came into the kitchen. He had a towel wrapped low around his waist and another in his hands drying his hair. He came over to where Henry was sitting and looked over his shoulder. “Hey Mercedes. Looking radiant as always.”

“Thank you Glenn, great to see you,” she replied, “well, I’ve got to run. I’m carpooling with Gloria, and you know how she hates to be left waiting. You boys have fun. Te amo mi amor, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Get what?” Glenn asked again after Mercedes hung up.

“It’s nothing,” Henry said quickly. He looked at Glenn. He was still drying off his long salt-and-pepper hair, and evidently hadn’t bothered to dry off much else yet. Water droplets glistened on his skin under the kitchen lights, and Henry struggled not to stare. “You’re dripping all over the kitchen.”

“And you’re changing the subject. Besides, it’s my kitchen. I’ll drip where I like.” Glenn said.

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m a demon now, remember? We have a much warmer internal temperature than humans.” He took Henry’s hand and placed it on his bare chest. Sure enough, the heat was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He could feel the strong thump of Glenn’s heartbeat under his skin, he wondered if that had been affected too by his transformation. He realized he’d been staring too long and snatched his hand away.

“Oh, um, I guess you will.” He laughed nervously. “Mercedes was just calling to let me know that the twins were taken care of for the night and she was going out with friends.”

“Great. You should spend the night. We’ve got a lot to catching up to do.”

“Aren’t you going over to Jodie’s to hang out with Nick and them?”

“Jodie always makes a big stink if I show up without giving them a heads up when I’m coming around. I’ll go tomorrow.” He leaned in, placing a hand on the table with a smirk, “What, you don’t want to spend some quality time with your good friend Glenn?”

“It’s not like that,”

“Alright then. You go shower. I don’t care if you think rain is nature’s shower or whatever. I’ll order pizza from that new place I saw in town. You know if they’re any good?”

“Hey!” Henry said, slightly offended, “And yes, they are. They’ve got great vegan options too.”

“Fantastic. Now shoo, off you go.” Glenn started looking up the place he’d seen on his phone, “I’ll order for you too don’t worry.”

“Fine,” with a sigh Henry started to get up.

“Up the stairs, second door on the right,” Glenn called after him.

“Yeah I know.” Henrey said back.

“Oh I forgot, you practically own the place.”

“Shut up!” Henry spluttered, “And put some clothes on, I don’t care how hot you are.” He immediately wanted to stuff the words back in his mouth.

“What was that?” Glenn asked, Henry could practically hear that smugness in his voice.

“Nothing!” and with that he raced up the stairs, hearing Glenn cackling with laughter behind him.

Glenn knocked on the bathroom door, entering when he heard a muted response. Henry was stood there barefoot in only his cargo shorts, squinting at the back of a shampoo bottle.

“I brought you a towel,” Glenn said, handing it over to him, “what’re you doing?”

“Thanks,” Henry said, slinging it over his shoulder absentmindedly, “I’m just trying to figure out how eco-friendly this is.”

“Please,” Glenn scoffed, “you think I just let any old garbage chemicals in this hair? You got nothing to worry about.” To demonstrate, he let his hair down and fall to its full length reaching past his waist. Henry’s expression softened.

“I guess you’re right.” He said.

“Of course I am. Food’ll be here in about twenty minutes. When you’re done you can just put your clothes in that basket, I’ll throw ‘em in the laundry.” With that, Glenn left the bathroom and headed downstairs. He collapsed on the sofa in the living room. Henry had been there, he realized. He could smell that musky, piney scent of him. A faint smile played at his lips. He should probably get back to his room and finish unpacking, but he just wanted to lay there for a bit. A couple minutes later the doorbell rang. Heaving himself off the couch, he got up to go answer it. “Food’s here!” he yelled upstairs to Henry.

“Alright, I’ll be down in a minute!” Henry called back.

Glenn took the takeout out to the back porch and put it all on the picnic table out there. He could hear Henry come downstairs. “Out here!” he hollered. When Henry came out wearing his robe, he stopped in tracks.

“Oh sorry,” Henry said a little sheepishly, “is it alright that I borrowed this? I didn’t have anything else to wear.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s fine man,” Glenn replied after a beat, “Sorry, I should’ve left something out for you.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m alright.” Henry stared at the mountain of food laid out on the table. “Are the others coming over too?”

“Nope, just us,” Glenn said with a grin “I eat a lot more than I used to on account of being a—”

“Demon, right” Henry sat down as Glenn inspected the pizza box labels and handed one off to him.

“This is for you,” he said, handing him two smaller bags as well, “and I got you a salad and some garlic bread too. It’s vegan, I asked, don’t worry.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“I thought you might want to eat watching your favorite show.” Glenn said. Looking up, Henry saw that, sure enough, the sun was setting in a gorgeous array of oranges and pinks and reds, streaked with vibrant shots of blue.

“Thanks,” Henry said with a sight chuckle, “I gotta say Glenn, you are the nicest demon I know.”

“Don’t let anyone know,” Glenn said, “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Sure.” Henry just rolled his eyes. After a moment he asked, “What is that like, being a demon?”

Glenn didn’t answer.

“If that’s too personal I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer.”

“No no, it’s” Glenn sighed and took another beat before answering, “that’s just the thing. It’s great. My senses are heightened, I’m stronger, I don’t get sick. It’s a better body than I ever had before.” He looked out into the backyard for a moment. “Over there in that corner there used to be a crabapple tree. When Nick was a little kid, he and some of his friends ate a bunch that they’d picked from the schoolyard over there and a little tree ended up growing. There was a playset too. He begged me and Morgan to get it for him on a trip to Costco. Hell, I had to buy this picnic table like the one we used to have. It took me forever to find the exact same type but I did. There’s nothing here that proves I was ever anything to either of them, and I don’t even have the same body I was a husband and father in.”

Henry put a hand on Glenn’s shoulder. “I— I’m sorry I asked.”

“No, it’s— it’s fine man.” Glenn ran a hand through his hair, “It’s not your fault. I— I’m glad you’re here.”

“Even though I broke in?” Henry smiled.

“Pfft, yeah,” he looked over at Henry, “Why did you come here? I’m not mad or anything, just, why here?”

“You— you know I love my boys,” Henry started, chewing on his lip, “but it’s no secret that they can be— difficult. Even before, well, everything, I used to have to get a way every now and again. Stay an extra hour at the museum, that sort of thing. But since we came back, things have been different. And of course they have, of course they have. It would be unfair for me to expect everything to go right back to normal, whatever normal even is anymore. But, Glenn, my sons feel like strangers to me. I’m— I’m reaching out with love and it’s like it means nothing. Lark is so angry, all the time. And he’s hurt, and I know this, and I want to help, but he just won’t let me. He won’t even let me get close. And Sparrow, Sparrow, the poor kid is tearing himself in two. Trying to keep the peace, trying to mediate, trying to be a good brother. And I’m afraid he doesn’t have room for himself anymore. And I can see this, and I can do nothing, they won’t even let me try. I— being in that house, it’s… I have no words for it, Glenn. And so I run away, like a coward. And I end up here, where I can just be alone, without pitying glances from coworkers who know my kids used to come with me all the time, or know-it-all comments about teenage rebellion.”

After a minute, Glenn said, “You’re a good dad Henry.”

Henry looked up sharply. “I didn’t say all that for you to tell—”

“I know. But I wouldn’t’ve said it if I didn’t mean it. We both know what shitty dads are like. And I know that just not being a shitty dad doesn’t make you a good one. But you’re a good dad Henry.”

“Thanks Glenn.” Henry said after a minute.

“Yeah.” Glenn looked up at the house. “Thanks for staying with me tonight. I’ll be honest I was relieved when I found out you were here. I— I don’t like being here by myself. The house being so empty just feels so wrong. And you can come over whenever you’d like. Someone should stay here. I don’t know if I count.”

“Okay,” Henry said softly. They ate in silence for a few minutes. A drone buzzed overhead. Glenn looked over at Henry with a wicked smile.

“Watch this.” He got up from the picnic table and walked down the back porch steps into the backyard. As he went, horns sprouted out of his head. He took off his shirt as wings sprung from his back and a tail peeked out from the top of his pants. Crouching low for a second, he leaped into the air, his wings taking him further up until he caught the drone twenty feet in the air. He took a deep breath and bellowed as loud as he could directly into its camera before letting it go and slamming back to the ground.

“What in the world?” Henry asked with a bewildered smile.

“There’s a fairly new urban legend going around about a local cryptid that may or may not be based on yours truly,” Glenn replied, grinning wildly. Slinging his t-shirt over his shoulder, he walked back up the steps of the back porch and started clearing up the empty pizza boxes and take-out bags.

“You shouldn’t mess with them like that,” Henry jokingly scolded as he moved to help him clean up.

“I’m not really, if you think about it. A demon truly walks amongst them.” Glenn said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. Bringing the things inside, he placed it all on the counter, looking to the recycling bins and then back to Henry. “We’re supposed to separate the plastic and cardboard right?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s right,” Henry said, pleased that Glenn was using his little additions to the kitchen, “you have to flatten them first though, so they don’t take up too much space.”

“Got it. Watch this.” Glenn stacked all six pizza boxes in his hands and shmushed them together.

“No, you’re supposed to unfold them first,” Henry laughed, “if you do it like that, they’ll bunch up around the sides.”

“You don’t like my pizza box flattening?” Glenn asked, taking one of the boxes and lightly smacking Henry on the shoulder. “Huh?”

“Wait— sto— Glenn!” Henry managed to snatch one of the boxes and smack Glenn right back between laughs.

“Oh it’s so on.” They chased each other around the kitchen, laughing and smacking each other until Glenn had Henry cornered by fridge. He raised his pizza box above his head to bring it down on Henry for one final smack.

“Entangle!” Henry yelled and the little potted plant on the windowsill suddenly burst into a writhing, viney mass, wrapping up Glenn in seconds. Thoroughly incapacitated, Glenn could only watch as Henry got oh so close and gave him one last soft tap on the forehead with his pizza box.

“You cheat.” Glenn said, smiling.

“I was playing with a demon after all,” Henry shrugged innocently, “you can’t really expect me to play nice.”

“Yeah, yeah.” With a great burst of his wings, he cut through the plant, freeing himself. He looked down at the pile of vines left on the floor and then back at Henry. “I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Fair enough,” Henry started making his way over to the closet where the cleaning supplies were kept to grab the broom, but his foot caught on one of the vines. Glenn tried to catch him before he fell, but they both ended up crashing to the floor.

“Ow,” Henry rubbed his sore hip, “you okay Glenn?”

“Uh…” Glenn stared down at Henry. The robe he was wearing had slipped down his shoulders. The two of them were close, so close. Glenn could smell the scent of his soap on Henry’s skin. He could feel him, warm beneath him, legs tangled with his own. Henry’s breath tickled against his skin in a small gasp as Glenn brushed away a lock of blonde hair from his face. Glenn leaned his head in closer.

“Glenn?” Henry asked in barely a whisper.

“Yeah?” Glenn responded in the same breath, dragging his eyes away from his lips to look Henry in the eyes, “If you don’t want—”

Herny kissed him. His lips were soft but fierce against Glenn’s own, ravenous, hungry. His hands snaked up Glenn’s neck, his fingers tangling in his salt-and-pepper hair. He tugged on it and Glenn moaned softly into his mouth. Glenn’s own hands wandered over Henry’s body, feeling his way under the robe, tugging it down to the belted waist. His hands faltered. He wanted this, he needed this, so badly, and yet he—

Henry tore his lips from the kiss. “Glenn?”

“I— I can’t, I—” Glenn’s voice was raw and raspy. “I’m sorry— I—”

“Hey,” Henry’s face softened. Letting go of Glenn’s hair, he caressed his face. “It’s okay.”

“I want to, I really do, but—” Glenn couldn’t find the words.

“You don’t have to explain.”

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologize.” gently pushing himself up, Henry took Glenn’s hand in his own, “We can take this slow.”

Glenn just nodded. They sat in silence together for a few minutes. After a while, Glenn pulled himself to his feet and offered a hand to help Henry up. He gave him a small smile.

“We should, uh, probably get you some real pj’s.”

“Oh, right.” Henry laughed. They both stared at the mess of the kitchen, suddenly feeling tired.

“We can clean up tomorrow, I wanna go to bed.” Glenn said.

“Yeah,” Henry replied. They headed upstairs. Glenn dug through his drawer pulled out a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants and handed them to Henry.

“Thanks.”

“I, uh, dressed the bed in the next room over while you were in the shower earlier.” Glenn said, “If you want to sleep there, that is. Unless you want to sleep here… with me.”

“Are you sure?” Henry asked.

“Yeah,” Glenn smiled, “yeah I am.”

“Okay then.” Henry pulled on the t-shirt and sweatpants, slipping out of the robe. By the time he was done changing, Glenn was already in bed. He crawled in under the covers with him and closed his eyes. Glenn switched off the light beside the bed.

“Goodnight Glenn.”

“Goodnight Henry.”

“I know you’re awake.” Henry gently poked at Glenn’s cheek.

“No I’m not,” Glenn grumbled, digging deeper under the covers trying to shut out the morning light.

“Sure.” Henry just rolled his eyes.

“What time is it?”

“Nine twenty-one.”

“It’s nine am on a Saturday, there’s no way I’m awake.”

“If you say so.”

After a minute, Glenn reached a hand out from under the covers and felt around for his phone on the bedside table.

“I thought you weren’t awake.”

Glenn just made a face at him. Picking up his phone, he dialed Jodie.

“What?” Jodie answered.

“Me and Henry are coming over for breakfast.”

“Henry, sure. You I don’t know.”

“Shut up.”

“Is that Glenn?” he heard Nick ask, “Is he eating here? Did he say he’s bringing Henry? Are Lark and Sparrow coming?”

Glenn looked over at Henry. “We can pick your boys up from Ricky’s place on the way over, right?”

“Y-yeah.” Henry said.

“Yeah, the twins are coming too.” Glenn hung up without waiting for a response from Jodie. He and Henry got dressed and ready to leave. Just before Henry got in the car, he pulled him close and kissed him.

“Good morning, by the way.” Glenn said.

“Good morning to you too.” Henry replied.

“Good morning boys!” Ms. Dolores called from over the fence.

“Good morning Ms. Dolores!” they hollered back.

“How are you Hank?” she asked, “Don’t be such a stranger, you should come say hi some time.”

“It’s Henry.” Glenn said.

“It’s fine,” Henry said, “I’ll be sure to do that Ms. Dolores.”

“Good, good.”

Glenn pulled out of the driveway and headed over to Ricky Garcia’s place. The twins piled in the backseat and they drove to the Foster household. Nicky answered the door and gave Glenn a big hug before pulling Lark and Sparrow to go hang out in his room. Glenn and Henry made their way to the dining room and said hello to Jodie and Morgan, catching up. Jodie noticed the band t-shirt Henry was wearing and smirked.

“About damn time,” he muttered under his breath to Glenn.

“Shut up.”

They were all sat down halfway through breakfast when Glenn remembered.

“Shit, the kitchen.”

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watchingyoufromthestars · 2 months

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Statement of Rebecca Swallows, regarding her wife’s strange behavior with worms. Statement recorded by Scary Marlowe, Head Archivist of the Abramz Institute, Sam Dimas.

Statement begins.

Characters: Scary Marlowe, Rebecca Swallows-Oak-Garcia, Sparrow Oak, Normal Oak

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Worms, Maggots, Trypophobia, Delusions, Trans Sparrow Oak, Screenplay/Script Format, Statement Fic (The Magnus Archives)

I haven’t written fanfic in a hot minute but I needed to put worms in my wife

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads fanfic #tma #the magnus archives #tma fanfic #sparrow oak garcia #sparrow oak #abramz archives au #forgot to add the rating oops. fixed #made a few minor edits as well but it’s super small stuff #okay this should be the last time I have to edit the tags but I found out about the statement fic tag for tma so I have to add that

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abeinginsand · 23 days

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Wip wednesday s2 epilogue fic wip ---- Lincoln’s hand is heavy on Normal’s shoulder as he gives him a reassuring pat and grins. Soft freckles cover his face, decorating his nose and dimples, only interrupted by his small, trimmed beard. His voice is light and affectionate as he says,“I have to help pack up for the night. But, it was really good to see you guys.” And not even two minutes later, the star of the dance floor, Scary, chimes in too. “Yeah, we should really meet up again soon–” She shares a look with her husband, halfway into a suppressed laugh as she keeps talking. The disco ball’s rays shimmer on their matching rings and toothy smiles. Normal hopes the dim light is hiding his grimace.

He’d missed the wedding, but he kept the invite clean and tucked away in an old box at the back of his closet. The reunion invite almost went there too until his therapist….and mostly Hero convinced him. ‘It was only fair,' she’d said, nudging him with her elbow and then helping him carry in an old dresser into his apartment. ‘Since you convinced me to go to mine!’ Normal remembers giving his sister a half hearted laugh, and ignoring the lingering, concerned gaze she shot him between her teasing and nudging. Shaking off the memory, the man zones back into his old friend’s chatter. “--The Sonics is still around! Maybe they kept the wanted poster up there too…” He watches a few loose strands of dyed hair stick out and curl near her face. Instead of tucking them gently back behind her ears, the former student fiddles with the lint in his pants pocket and musters a response. “Yeah, sounds nice.” Then, he waits for Taylor to chime in too, loud and confident, but instead, he hears the music transition and a few chairs being pushed in the distance. The brown-haired man looks over to see Taylor fiddling with a black beaded bracelet. He is looking down, hair blocking his expression, until Link gives him a pat on the shoulder too. And as the shorter man looks up–face shifting from blank to a smug smirk as he accepts the invite–Normal thinks he looks more like Hermie than he ever has before. --- The fic prompt I have for this is 'After the reunion, Taylor and Normal have a little moment to talk in the parking lot' so that's where the wip would lead if continued

#abeinginsand writing tag #dndads #dndads spoilers #wip wednesday #normal oak swallows garcia #normal oak #taylor swift dndads #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #dndads fic #fanfic #dndads fanfic #Faded Lines and Flickering Street Lights is the title of the doc for the curious

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babacontainsmultitudes · 4 months

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🦑 AAARRRRR HOIST THE SAILS! AT LONG LAST, CHAPTER 3 OF MISTY STEPPERS IS FINALLY HERE!!! 🏴‍☠️🦜

:3 And for those of you who don't know what the heck I'm talking about, "Misty Steppers" is my goofy silly glennry pirate AU fic that I haven't updated since July which you should maybe go check out!

#(banner/divider is via @cafekitsune)#dndads #dungeons and daddies #glenn close #glenn close dndads #henry oak #henry oak garcia #glennry #dndads fanfic #misty steppers

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thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls · 5 months

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Hair Dye Stains

A Terrickrow fic by Laurie Oak :]

(This was an idea by @justablah56, and don’t mind me randomly making descriptive stuff out of nowhere argh)

The sink was covered in box on box of hair dye, ranging from bright red to purple to light pink. Sparrow stood at the mirror, with her hair tied up, watching the watch on her wrist intently.

“Has it been 35 minutes yet?” Terry looked up from the sink, where they were struggling to rinse out their hair.

Nope.” Nicky hummed from where he was sitting in the empty bathtub, painting his nails. He’d stolen Sparrow’s red nail polish earlier. Sparrow groaned, flicking at a strand of loose hair. She’d been trying to grow it out past her shoulders but it seemed to be refusing to grow any longer. Her gloved hands were stained with pink and so was Nicky’s old band shirt she was wearing.

“Nicky, when did you last see Lark today?” Nicky looked up, surprised.

“Like two hours ago when we finished band practice? Why?” Sparrow fiddled with her hair, more strands coming loose now.

“Well I promised him I’d cut my hair to match his and I don’t think I want to,” Terry dried their hair, mumbling from underneath the towel.

“Why does he want you to cut your hair?” Nicky sat up in the bathtub now, listening intently.

“It reminds him of Dad, that’s why he cut his hair last month, and you know, with us being siblings and everything,” Sparrow waved her hand, flicking some hair dye onto the already stained mirror.

“He wanted me to match.” They’d had had a big argument over that last night, Lark had ended up storming out the house to Grant’s that night, and she hadn’t seen him since. Terry put down the towel and threw an arm over Sparrow’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to match anyone if you don’t want too.” They kissed Sparrow on the head briefly, before turning around to face Nicky. He stood up and stumbled, his wings flailing as he caught himself. He joined the two of them, throwing his arms around Sparrow and Terry, hugging them both.

“It’s kind of a shitty thing for Lark to expect you to do whatever he says,” He mumbled.

“Nono it’s not like that,” Sparrow began, then she trailed off.

“I think.” Nicky nodded.

“I agree what Terry said, be your own person.” Sparrow felt a sting in her eyes, and quickly wiped them.

“Thanks you two.” She leant over to kiss Terry on the cheek, Nicky’s head resting on her shoulder. She ran her fingers over Nicky’s nail polish, the dark red almost a black.

“Are you going to give my nail polish back at some point?” Nicky kissed Sparrow and smiled, his fangs showing.

“He’s avoiding the question!” Terry gasped and covered their mouth in fake surprise. They kissed Nicky, Sparrow in the middle, her arms around the two of them, peppering both of their faces with kisses.

Suddenly an alarm went off, breaking the three of them apart. Nicky’s phone was buzzing, 35 minutes had passed.

“Finally!” Sparrow untied the plastic covering her dyed hair, letting it fall onto her shoulders. She went quiet, her hands subconsciously twisting her bracelets around her wrists. Her hair was now streaked with bright pink, fading in and out, in a wave of colour. Her hair was actually longer than she thought, now reaching past her shoulders. The stinging feeling returned to her eyes and she let the tears fall, now smiling as they did. Nicky hugged Sparrow, and so did Terry, and she grinned. Everything was going to be alright.

#hehehe #dndads #terrow #terrick #terrickrow #terry jr #nicky close #sparrow oak garcia #dndads fanfic #painted nails nicky supremacy!!#gotta go to school so I’ll se you all later!!#:]

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normally-o-a-k · 10 months

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