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scarlethexelove · 20 days

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Please do part 4 of why, it’s amazing, I need more!!

Forever Mine

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word count: 2382

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, Smut, Strap-On, Cum Strap, Soft!Agatha, Possessive!Agatha, Overstimulation, Marking, Not much else

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

A/n: Hopefully this is good. I'm not sure if I'm going to go much further than this. This story has gone a lot further than I had ever expect. I'm glad people like it though.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

The car pulls into the driveway. You and your mom have just gotten back from your latest doctor's appointment. You’re still terrified to be a mother but seeing your little girl on the sonogram has you knowing that you are doing the right thing. Even though she came about in a way that has hurt you deeply you still can’t wait to meet her.

You can see Agatha working out in her yard planting flowers. Her eyes trained on the car as it pulled up. Her gaze falls to you as you open the car door. A small smile on her face as she sees your swollen stomach, carrying her child. But her face soon falls when you don’t even bat an eye at her struggling to get out of the car. “Hold on sweetheart.” Wanda gets out of the car and circles it to your side. She helps you get out of the car.

“How are you doing Y/n?” Agatha’s voice is heard as you turn your head looking at her. You hadn’t even noticed that she had come up to the fence separating your respective yards. You roll your eyes and start making your way to the house missing the hurt look on Agatha’s face. “Sweetheart.” Wanda calls out to you before you make it too far away. “What Mom?” Your words are a little harsher than you meant. “Don’t take that tone with me Y/n.” Wanda scolds you. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I didn’t mean to.” Wanda walks over towards you and gently strokes your shoulders. “It’s ok sweetheart, but maybe you should just hear Agatha out.” Your brows furrow at your Moms words. “Why should I? Why are you taking her side? You of all people shouldn’t trust her.” You can’t help but feel slightly hurt by her words. Your Mom shakes her head. “I know your hurt sweetheart but she is the Mother of your baby. There is more at work in the universe that you just don’t know yet.”

Wanda had never told you about the rest of the conversation that she had with Agatha that day. She said she would but she eventually told you that you should talk to Agatha but you refuse to. Wanda may not like Agatha but after looking more into her words she knows that she is right. So she tries to get you just to talk to the woman. She knows that she will never get rid of the woman and it is better to be civil with her than to continue to fight. They had come to an agreement soon after the confrontation.

You let out a long sigh before nodding your head. Wanda kisses your head before you walk over to Agatha. Her face brightens up as you walk around into her yard. For a woman who is typically so strong and just exudes power to see her much more reserved is strange. A softer side being shown to you that you would have never expected.

“Hi.” Agatha says to you as you come to a stop in front of her, her eyes dragging over your body. You give a small smile. “Agatha.” She holds out her hand for you. “Let's go inside.” You don’t take her hand just walking past her towards the front door. The older woman lets her hand drop before she rushes after you. She gets in front of you and opens the door for you. You thank her before heading inside.

Memories of that night play in your head as you look around the room. You can’t help the feeling growing in your lower stomach but you try to push it away. A longing for the woman, a pull to her you just can’t explain. But you ignore it and make your way to her couch and sit down. Agatha follows shortly and sits down next to you. The room is silent, thick with tension. You fidget with your hands in front of your stomach looking down. It is hard to find the words to say. Anxiety bubbling deep inside of you. Agatha doesn’t say anything just waiting for you, not wanting to push you before you are ready.

“Why?” You look up at her, your eyes shining with tears. “I trusted you and you used me and for what.” Agatha sits for a moment mulling over the words she wants to tell you. “I… Y/n I do care for you.” You chuckle at her words. “That doesn’t answer my question, Agatha. You want to talk then fucking talk to me then or I’m just going to go home.” Agatha shakes her head. “No wait. I can explain.” You sigh waiting for her to continue. “The universe wanted us together. I wanted you. I went about all of this all wrong but how was I supposed to tell you that you were destined to carry my child.” Agatha tells you. You're baffled by her words, what does she mean, destined to carry her child. “I don’t understand.” You say. “The darkhold talks of a prophecy. A descendant of the Scarlet Witch… your mother with no power and a witch of ancient power will create a child that will save the multiverse. An unbreakable bond tying us together.”

It takes you time to mull over her words. Your daughter is going to save the multiverse. You're somehow bonded now to Agatha. It makes sense on how you keep feeling a pull towards the woman no matter how much you have wanted to ignore her and to never speak to her again. But you can’t deny the undeniable desire to be closer to her. It has been hard on you and it all now makes sense.

“Aggie, why didn’t you just talk to me?” You ask her. She smiles when hearing the nickname. You have only been calling her by her full name so it makes her more confident that she is getting to you. “Would you have said yes if I did?” She questions a brow raised in question. “I don’t know.” You say honestly. She has a point. You're young and didn’t expect to already be having a kid. You love your daughter so much already but you are scared you aren’t ready. “I took the initiative. I accept that you hate me for it but I did what I thought was right.” You sigh and close your eyes. Soon opening them back up and looking into her eyes. “I don’t hate you Aggie. I was just hurt.”

Agatha cups your cheek in her hand rubbing her thumb against your cheek. You can’t help but nuzzle lightly into her hand. A comfort you have missed and craved. She leans in and kisses you softly. Pouring all of the love she holds for you into the kiss. A kiss that soon becomes more heated. Her hand moving down your sides and gripping your hips. A moan escaping your lips when her tongue pushes into your mouth. Her hands are gripping your hips, harsher a heated makeout session causing you to become needy. When you two are forced to part you lean your forehead against hers. Your breaths mingling in the air between you two. “Take me to bed.” You mumble.

Agatha lifts you into her arms making you squeak and wrap your arms around her neck as she carries you bridal style. She chuckles pecking your lips as she walks you back to her bedroom. She kicks open the door causing you to chuckle. She gently lays you on the bed in a stack of pillows. She crawls on the bed hovering over you with a smile on your face. “Are you comfortable princess?” You nod your head reaching out for her but she sits up out of your reach which causes you to whine. “Patients.”

You sit up on the bed still trying to reach out for her. Anticipation and need for the women bubbling over. Agatha pushes you gently back down a smirk playing on her lips. “I know princess. You’re so needy for me. Bet you haven’t had a good orgasm since I fucked you dumb.” You can’t help but moan and squirm. “Aggie.” You whine. “Don’t worry princess I’m going to fuck you so good.” Agatha now exudes that knowing powerful energy, the one that you fell for. You loved seeing the softer side for you but this side is so hot.

All of your clothes disappear with a wave of Agatha’s hand, your nipples hardening at the cold air. You bite your lip looking at her naked form a dark purple strap secured around her waist. She parts your tights, your arousal coating your thighs which makes her groan. “So fucking wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet. Are you going to be my good little whore why fuck that needy pussy of yours.” You nod your head reaching out for her again. This time she lets you pull her closer. The strap bumping against your clit, her lips attaching themselves to your neck. She nips and sucks leaving behind reddish purple marks.

“You’re mine. Forever mine princess.” Agatha mumbles against your skin. Her hand groping your breast and pinching your hardened peaks. You grind your hips against hers as the strap continues to bump against your clit. Making you more needy for her. “Please Aggie, I need you.” You plead with her. She moves her hand down to her strap, swiping it through your folds causing both of you to moan. Lining her strap with your entrance before slowly sinking further into your heat.

Your walls stretch to accommodate Agatha’s thick strap. A deliciously painful stretch the further she sinks in until she is fully sheathed in you. She waits for you to accommodate her size not wanting to hurt you. Your hips start to grind into hers letting her know that you are ready. “I’m going to fill this needy little pussy. So full of my cum you will be leaking.” Your eyes widen a little but that just makes Agatha have a sinister smirk. “Oh princess, did you forget you're already carrying my child? I can pump you as much of my cum as I want.” She thrusts her hips into you at a steady pace.

Moans fall from your lips as Agatha fucks herself into you. “Fuck please fill me. W-want your cum.” This causes Agatha to moan. Hearing her moan causes your walls to squeeze her strap which only makes her moan more. Being able to feel your walls tighten around her strap as she fucks into you. Her hips speeding up chasing both of your orgasms. “Don’t worry princess. I’ll make you my cute little cum dump.”

You grind your hips to meet her thrusts. Agatha’s hand snakes between your bodies slipping her hand between your legs. She leans back down wrapping her lips around your perk nipple. She rakes her teeth over your nipple before sucking. You moan, hands moving to grip at her back, and you dig your nails in. You can feel her everywhere overwhelming your senses, your only thoughts are of Agatha. “Fuck these tits, can’t wait till their full of milk. Gonna suck you dry.” She mumbles around your nipple sucking harshly. Your nails raking down her back as your hips back into her.

Agatha circles your clit faster as you grow closer to your orgasm. Feeling your walls squeeze her tighter. Your legs slightly shake the closer you grow. Her hips become more erratic as her knot grows. Her mouth moves to your other nipple giving it the same attention. You leave red angry lines down her back as you grow closer. “W-wanna cum.” You manage to say through moans. Agatha smirks against your nipple as she keeps thrusting into your sloshing cunt. Her finger pressing into your clit. “Cum with me princess.” She mumbles around your nipple about ready to burst herself.

You don’t hesitate when she tells you to cum. Your walls tighten and back arches lightly. Your cum coating her strap as your orgasm washes over you. Agatha isn’t far behind you as her hips stutter and she cums painting your walls white. But her ministrations don’t stop. She continues to pull orgasm after orgasm from your body until you're overly sensitive. Hips finally come to a stop before pulling out gently. You whimper from sensitivity and emptiness. “Sorry princess.” Agatha apologizes seeing your reaction. She watches as cum leaks out of your abused hole just as she had said she would do to you. Mesmerized by your quivering hole desperate to keep her cum inside.

“So beautiful.” Agatha whispers into the air, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. She lays down next to you pulling you into her side. You cuddle into her and lay your head on her chest. Agatha waves her hand cleaning both of your bodies except for the cum leaking out of you. You look up at her confused and see a smirk. “Want you to stay full of my cum princess.” She kisses your lips. You're too tired to argue with her but you also love the feeling. So you settle in closing your eyes.

Agatha’s voice breaks the silence. “I love you.” She whispers, you almost didn’t hear it. You look back up at her, your chin on her chest. “What?” You can’t hide the confusion with a tinge of hope in your voice. “Y/n Maximoff I love you.” You gasp. “I love you too.” You lean up kissing her. Your mind and body giving up to the undeniable bond that has formed. You lean back and get comfortable. Agatha gently caresses stomach and smiles. “I can’t wait to meet your little girl.” You smile at her returned softness. “Me too.”

You finally feel ready to have your daughter knowing that Agatha will be by your side now. Things didn’t start the way you had expected but you know now that this was the way it had to be. You place your hand on top of hers, love swelling in your heart. The little family of yours falling right into place. With a smile on your face you let yourself drift off to sleep.

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lyranova · 3 years

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Children of the Future:

Chapter 3: Temporary Home

Hi guys! Here’s chapter 3, I hope you guys like it I apologize if it isn’t very good I’m kinda tired atm but I’ll be ok ☺️! Also, Chapter 4 will be reblogged a few hours after this one since I already wrote that one haha. Anyway I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @eme-eleff (if anyone wants to be added please let me know!)

Word Count: 2,339

Warnings: None

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Yami groaned as he stretched, he rubbed his eyes a bit as he sat up in bed. That was some strange dream he had last night, him and the Prickly Princess, having a kid together. He almost wanted to laugh, it was so ridiculous. He and her, having a kid, he shook his head as he got out of bed. That would be the last time he ate Charmy’s cooking before he went to bed. He stood up, stretched again, and walked out of his bedroom. He hoped today would be an easy day with some much deserved down time.

He walked down the hall into the common room and frowned; it was silent, eerily silent. He cautiously walked into the room and looked around, he froze when he saw what had the Black Bulls so quiet. They were all surrounding Hikari as she politely answered the questions they threw at her, all the ones she could answer anyway. Yami blinked rapidly as he realized he hadn’t been dreaming the day before, he did have a kid with Charlotte, one from the future and that was currently 19 years old. He walked up to them and heard Hikari laugh, it sounded so much like Charlotte’s that it made him freeze on the spot again.

“ Oh no, dad hasn’t changed much at all! He’s still tough on everyone and tries to get us to push past our limits, he doesn’t cut me any slack at all even though I’m his daughter.” She laughed sheepishly, the Black Bull members' faces looked a mixture of disappointment and awe.

“ That’s just like Captain Yami, he treats everyone equally no matter who they are or what their status is!” Asta said in admiration, Noelle sighed and looked at him.

“ You would think he would at least cut his own daughter some slack.” Noelle said as she crossed her arms, Yami walked up behind all of them.

“ What makes you think that? I don’t cut anyone slack when it comes to training, and I mean anyone.” Yami suddenly said, making everyone but Hikari jump, she had noticed him walking up to them but didn’t say a word.

“ Captain Yami!” They all shouted in unison, Yami shook his head before looking at Hikari.

“ They bothering you?” Yami asked her, Hikari shook her head and waved away his concerns.

“ No they’re not bothering me, I’m actually having fun answering their questions.” Hikari told him with a small smile, it was nice seeing how different some of them were compared to how she knew them. Grey, Noelle, and Finral were the ones that had surprised her, she knew Grey had been terribly shy before she married Gauche but it was still weird to actually see how shy she was. She noticed Noelle seemed to be a little more closed off and kind of colder, she had heard about her being like this at one time but she had grown to be much warmer. Finral, well, he wasn’t as flirty in her time for obvious reasons. So him being so forward last night had thrown her for a loop.

“ Mhm, that ‘fun’ will wear off in a while trust me. Anyway,” Yami said as he walked over and sat down on the couch, he quickly pulled out a cigarette and lit it before Hikari could say anything. “ the Prickly Princess should be here soon. We’re all moving into a new house today, since Julius wants you to ‘adjust’ and thinks us all living together will help.” Yami grumbled slightly before taking a drag of his cigarette. He knew there was more to it then that.

Julius wanted them to keep an eye on her.

Yami doubted it was because he was mistrustful of Hikari, she hadn’t lied to them once, and if she did Yami would be able to sense it with his Qi. But it was because they didn’t know why she was sent there, they figured out who sent her last night, which Yami would have to tell Julius about later. He noticed a sadness in Hikari’s eyes that quickly disappeared.

Hikari didn’t want to leave, even though she had only been here for less than 24 hours she wanted to stay. She was enjoying spending time with these versions of the Black Bulls, they were so fascinating and she wanted to know more about them like this. This place was her home, even if it looked slightly smaller and less crowded now.

There was a soft knock on the door, Yami yelled for them to come in and they opened the door. Charlotte looked around and spotted Yami sitting away from the group, she walked over to him and sat down.

“ Don’t stop on my account.” Charlotte said as they all looked over at her before glancing at Yami, who nodded, and they went back to questioning Hikari. Charlotte turned to look at Yami. “ How long has the inquisition been going on?”

“ Since before I woke up if I had to guess.” Yami shrugged slightly. “ How’d your squad take the news?” When asked this Charlotte sighed.

“ About as well as yours did, except for Sol, she wasn’t too happy at first. Well, she was more confused than unhappy, but I think after she meets Hikari she’ll become accustomed to the idea.” Charlotte explained with a shrug. “ But everyone else seemed pretty excited and supportive about the idea, although they don’t like that I’m no longer going to be at the headquarters for the time being.”

“ Mine are the same. But they’ll have to get over it for now, besides, we’re going to be in close proximity to both right? It shouldn’t be a big deal, especially since Hikari’s an adult and can stay by herself.” Yami pointed, she nodded in agreement.

“ But even though she’s an adult, adjusting to this new world could still be a challenge.” Charlotte countered, and he nodded in agreement as well. All three of them living together made sense, as well as making them live in a new house instead of at one of the bases.

“ We need to be going before we lose daylight.” Charlotte said as she stood up and walked towards the doors. “ It’s time to go Hikari.” The young girl blinked before looking at Yami, he stood as well and shrugged a shoulder.

“ You heard her, c’mon let's go. I’ll come back for my stuff later today.” Yami said, he watched the young girl slump in defeat; she really didn’t want to leave yet. “ You can come by and visit whenever you want. These brats aren’t going anywhere.” Yami added before rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, oddly he didn’t like hurting her feelings and he didn’t want to see her sad. Huh, was this a fatherly instinct? He only knew the girl for a few hours and yet he felt like he had known her forever! It was strange. Hikari’s face brightened instantly as she stood up.

“ Great! I’ll come back as often as I can!” She announced happily, she would probably come back here and hang out with the others everyday, but she also wanted to hang out with some of the Blue Rose Knights. Hm, this was going to be tricky. She would have to divide her time between the two squads well, but she also needed to help find a way home, or at least figure out why she was here in the first place!

Hikari followed Yami and Charlotte outside, there were three brooms sitting there, and she grabbed the one in the middle, crouched down on it, and levitated in the air. Her ‘parents’ did the same and they flew towards their new temporary home. As they journeyed Hikari’s mind wandered a bit; everyone looked relatively the same, albeit much younger now than when she knew them. It seemed to her that Grey and Gauche were already together, or were in the beginning stages of it anyway, Zora was still single from what he said, her parents were obviously not together, and it seemed that Noelle still hasn’t told Asta about her feelings. This was very curious. She tilted her head in thought after a moment.

She wondered if any of the other couples from the different squads were together or not.

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The three landed softly outside of a small building that would be their new home. Like the Black Bulls base it was pretty secluded, but it was also a short broom ride to the Capital as well as to the Blue Rose Knight and Black Bull bases. It was a bit larger than the Black Bulls base, but smaller than the Blue Rose one. Yami walked up to the door and pushed it open, the common room was a bit larger than the Black Bulls, but it still had a couple of couches, a long dinner table, a few coffee tables, and a bar. On their left seemed to be the entrance to the kitchen and a small breakfast area, it was much smaller than the Black Bulls. ‘Charmy would be having a fit if she saw it’, Yami thought with a chuckle. He looked up and noticed a short staircase in front of them. The house appeared to have multiple wings which made him frown in confusion; if it was only going to be the three of them, then why did they need the extra rooms?

“ Huh, this looks a lot like the Black Bulls hideout. Except the layouts are different.” Hikari noted as she stepped beside Yami, Charlotte made a ‘hmm’ noise as she looked around.

“ The layout is similar to our headquarters, except smaller and much darker.” Charlotte muttered, it seemed like Julius either made or found a house that was similar enough to both bases in order to make them all comfortable. Huh, how thoughtful.

“ So, what do we do now?” Hikari asked as she crossed her arms.

“ We find our rooms, drop off our things, and look around.” Charlotte suggested, the other two nodded and they went off in seperate directions to find their rooms.

Hikari found one that was similar to the one she had at the Black Bulls base, but it was much larger, like she could probably fit at least 6-8 beds in there! She placed her Katana down on the bed with a sigh, that was the only thing she had been able to grab, she had no clothes or anything. Just her Katana. She turned as she heard a soft knock on her door, not waiting for a reply Charlotte walked in.

“ I’m sorry to intrude, but I brought you some of my old clothes. You look to be around my size, so they should fit, if not I can always have them tailored.” Charlotte smiled softly as she handed the girl the stack of clothes. Hikari looked away sheepishly as she took the clothes from her with a soft ‘thank you’. ‘ She’s just like Yami, she doesn’t seem to get sheepish easily, but when she does she’s absolutely adorable!’ Charlotte thought with an internal giggle. She watched the girl place the clothes inside the empty dresser.

“ I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do to help.” Charlotte apologized as her smile turned sad. “ I wish there was a way I could help you get home sooner, so you can be with your parents and siblings.” Charlotte couldn’t begin to imagine how Hikari was feeling being away from the people she loved and cared about, she was probably scared and upset but refused to show it.

“ It isn’t your fault. I’ll be home with them soon enough, after we get the answers to all of our questions that is.” She told her as she leaned against the dresser, Charlotte nodded in agreement. The two women stood in comfortable silence for a moment before Charlotte decided to break it, with a surprising question.

“ So, do you have a boyfriend?” The question seemed to surprise both women. Charlotte had been spending too much time around the girls in her squad for that question to come out of her mouth. Hikari frowned in both thought and confusion.

“ No, I mean, I have boy friends as in friends that are boys. But I’m not actually dating anyone. I want to accomplish my dream first.” Hikari said firmly and with a nod for emphasis, Charlotte tilted her head.

“ What’s your dream?”

“ To become the Wizard Queen someday.” She announced proudly and with a confident smirk. “ But, not only will I have to get stronger and surpass all my limits, there are a few people I’ll have to knock out in order to get there.” Hikari said the last part softly, the white haired young man with a warm smile and bright blue eyes appeared in her mind again at the statement and she quickly shook her head.

“ Well, I’m sure with the help of Yami and your friends, you’ll be able to accomplish those goals easily.” Charlotte told her with an encouraging smile, Hikari opened her mouth to speak before she saw Yami suddenly walk by.

“ Yami?” She called out, he stopped and looked at the women before walking in. He had a confused look on his face.

“ What’s wrong?” Charlotte asked, her face and tone suddenly growing serious. Yami sighed before crossing his arms, he was holding a communication device in his hand.

“ That was Marx, Julius’s assistant. Apparently, I need to go get Zora and bring him to the Capital.” Yami said, Charlotte also frowned in confusion, but Hikari’s eyes widened and looked hopeful.

“ Why do you think he asked for Zora?” Charlotte asked, causing Yami to shrug again before turning around and walking out of the room.

“ No idea. But I plan to find out.”

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Ah i’m sorry this isn’t very good, but I hope you all enjoyed 🥰! I’ll reblog chapter 4 in a few hours so you can all read it! Thanks for reading and i hope you all have a good day~!

#children of the future #black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #yamichar #yami x charlotte #charlotte x yami #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei #oc; hikari #not my oc

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njeancastro316 · 4 years

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The Night we met

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Ooops I did it again another little snippet. Not much sense but I wanted to give it a try .

Warnings: Nothing much swearing , fluffy and funny.

Bold italics mean my female reader’s thoughts .

Today I was inspired , felt the vibe , procrastinated a little bit but got it done, Im a libra ♎️ go figure🤪. Reblog, like , comment. 🤗😘

Remember english is not my first language yada yada yada.

Elijah was playing the piano alongside the jazz band . He smiled , he really truly was happy when he was playing music. After the song was finished he went to the bar for a drink and in came a gorgeous woman dressed in green medical scrubs. She made a beeline to the bar and signaled the bar keep for a drink. She was petite , athletic ,equipped with the biggest pair of dark brown eyes and a smile that could brighten the darkest room.

“What will it be my dear” ? the bartender asked “Bourbon and make it a double please and thank you”. She spoke sweetly smilling at the bartender.

Elijah couldn’t resist talking to her . “Rough day I presume”? Y/N turned her head towards the very pleasant voice . Her ears felt hot and she thanked God that she decided to straighten her hair today before her was a man that she could’ve swore was made by the gods. ‘Lord Jesus help me’ she thought before speaking. “You have no idea”she downed her drink with one gulp hissing as the warm liquid burned her throat. “Oh dear , that bad huh”? He smirked .

She sighed as she spoke “Haven’t you ever thought about giving up on something? , Something that you wanted badly”?

“Once or twice I must admit”. He bit his lip as if deep in thought. “Thinking about quitting your job”? He questioned quickly dismissing the sadness that suddenly took hold of him.

‘Damn... he bit his lip and did his tongue just swirled around it?, Stop,Christ Y/N stop looking at him like that and answer’. “What makes you think that”? She clear her throat. She signaled the bartender for another drink.

“Well... one must conclude that by the way you are going through those” he gestured to her second bourbon “and they way you are dressed it must be job related am I correct?”

‘Well I’ll be damned am I projecting my misery that bad .FML’

She ran her finger through the rim of her now empty glass “You are right , I have thought about quitting, its just” .. she paused, “ I love my job , I would gladly do it again if I had the chance to choose but sometimes it’s very frustrating”.

“Then why haven’t you?, if I may ask”.Enticing a look from her big doe eyes.

“Because I love to help people and even though the system is broken , to me the very definition of broken suggests that something can be fixed , don’t you agree”?She spoke softly.

His eyes widen in surprise he nodded .

“Its my incurable disease” she face palmed herself. “People tell me I should just work ,do what I can and go home. You know be selfish and think only about me and I just can’t , its not in my system . Im the shoulder that everyone leans on but where’s my shoulder. I often have asked myself if there is something wrong with me” she lowered her eyes to the empty glass and ordered another.

Elijah was baffled to say the least this woman not only was beautiful but kind hearted and his mirror image in every way.

Her frustration and sadness was tangible and he suddenly felt the need to comfort her.

“There is nothing wrong with you , you are just doing what it is in your nature to do . You are a healer and I think that you are an exquisite rare find” he said making her gasp.

‘Thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me’

“Thank you” she whispered while tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. Totally forgetting that they were beet red.

“Here you go dear”the bartender gave Y/N her drink and she down it quickly hissing again.

Elijah smiled again she was simply adorable blushing left and right “I think that’s enough for the night” he signaled the bartender to not serve her anymore making the old man smile.

“Yeah me too” she conceded , “Sir ... How much do I own you ”?

“Nothing dear , its been taken care off” he winked at her.

“Did you do this” ? she asked Elijah.

“Maybe” he gave her another smile.

Could this man be more gorgeous ,how was this possible he seemed nice and into her but , that couldn’t be it now could it? He was well...he was freaking delicious and she was nowhere near his league. She grew impossibly nervous.

Elijah felt her sudden distress, “Are you alright” ? concern showing on his chiseled face.

“Yes I can’t be here with you err I mean ,I need to go home” . Y/N went to get out of the stool when the drinks kicked in and she felt dizzy. She tripped on her own feet brazing herself for the embarrasment of the century but it never came . She was pulled impossibly close to his chest were she looked up at him . “Im sorry ... I’m a bit clumsy” he smelled so so good ‘was that cologne or did he smelled like that naturally’.

“May I escort you home?”He held onto her waist to steady her footing.

‘God yes , you may’

“Oh god no ... I mean its ok , I’m alright you dont have to” .She answered quickly cursing herself in her head .

‘Fuck I’m so retarded’

Elijah took her chin on his hand and lifted her face so he could look at her in the eye , “I insist, I want to make sure you make it home safely”his knuckles graced her cheek. She swooned.

‘ Yes .. baby take me home ... Oh god so much for alcohol encouragement’

“Thank you , really ,but its not necessary”. She suddenly felt like the room was small .

“It was a pleasure meeting you , thank you for the talk , for listening , for everything... uhhh yeah” blushed again .

‘You’re spiraling stupid , he’s way out of your league, walk away now and preserve your dignity’ She turned to walk away . When his voice stopped her again.

“Im Elijah by the way” he out stretched his hand for her to shake his. Once she did he took her hand and brushed his soft lips against her knuckles “Elijah Mikealson and the pleasure was all mine” he finished with a smirk.

“Holy fuck I’m never washing this hand again”

Completely speechless she nodded, turned and walked away from him towards her car the quickly .

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I couldn’t think of a title 🤦‍♀️help me, please. (Goes to hide while people read)

@elejahfanfic @eternityunicorn @hellotvshowtrash @elijahs-wife @ronniemikaelson @svnkissedskies @elijahmikaelsontvd-blog @idkhaylijah @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @soul-revoir

#daniel gillies #daniel gillies has ruined me #elijah mikaelson #the originals #; mine #alternative universe #elijah mikaelson x reader

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maybebrilliant · 3 years

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My birthday gifts

I would like to start this off by saying how much I love all of you that made me moodboards, wrote fics, and sent me sweet, beautiful messages. Really, you brightened up my day so insanely much, and I’m so grateful to all of you.

You’re all such lovely, amazing, special people, and I’m so glad and honoured to have met you all. You’re the best friends/siblings/mums/family anyone could ever ask for, and I wouldn’t swap you for the WORLD. I do not deserve all this, but WOW I am SO HONOURED!!

You all deserve hugs and love and millions of kudos, for taking the time and energy to make me things, and such lovely ones as well!!! I feel so special, and it’s all thanks to you wonderful humans 💙

Then, last thing before I start, I am FREAKING OUT and AMAZED at the amount of things I recieved! I’ll put them all in a list below, but seriously, how am I this lucky? I’m used to being the shy girl, but somehow I’ve made a load of incredible friends, and they’ve all created INCREDIBLE content for me.

So, without further rambling on my part, here’s everything I recieved for my birthday! (It’s such a long list I’m C R Y I N G from happiness, you all. Like. LOOK AT THIS. I am the luckiest person in the whole fucking world.)

Art

The emperor but Melinda May by @fentasticallyconfuddled. Fen, this is absolutely gorgeous! I stared at it for a full five minutes before reblogging, I’ll have you know. Your digital are has become seriously good, and this one is for ME 😍

Moodboards

Skimmons + Enemies to Lovers + Musician AU moodboard by @acetoshikosato. Ah Dani, this is just fantastic! I love it so so so much, I can just see how that would work and let me tell you, it’s fantastic!!!

Jemma Simmons, green + white moodboard by @missinglittlebritishfriend. Oh gosh, Val, this is incredible! One of my favourite girls, and such gorgeous colours!!!

Huntingbird + white moodboard by @2minutes2midnight. Zuza!!! Your moodboards are always amazing, but this one is special and I LOVE IT SO MUCHHH

Staticquake + first apartment moodboard by @springmagpies. Aaah, Maggie, a lovely moodboard for a lovely ship! And what a moodboard, though 😍🥰

Beautiful Irises by @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire. Di, what an incredible thing! And I’m so touched, because you REMEMBERED that these are my favourite flowers, and honestly that just means so much. 💙

Fics

like it could be love by @leahnonsense. OMG SIS, WHAT THE *Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist* ?!?!? YOU? Writing FICS again? And, sjdlkjsk, such an INCREDIBLE one, omg. Like, BennyBeth? Spies AU? And a freaking multichap? I LOVE IT SO MUCH

take your breath away by @daisylincs. Aaaaah, Lily!!!! This is just so perfect and incredible and, omg, I love it with my whole heart! All 11k of it dksjdlksjksj. I can’t stop ranting about it, ask Le lmao, and I will read it every time I’m sad to cheer me up😍💙💜

the things we say in the dark by @besidemethewholedamntime. Oh gosh, Rebecca, I am HERE for soft Huntingbird, and that’s exactly what you gave me!! I can just read it over and over again, honestly. GORGEOUS.

i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly. Ahhhh, another fic that lives in my heart rent free! Based on the most hilarious Tumblr meme, this made me laugh and awwww so much. Aubrey, ilsym!!

brave face, talk so lightly (hide the truth) by @the-9muses. Q. Q!!! Beautiful, amazing Skimmons angst, and SO WELL WRITTEN as always. Honestly, perfect!!!

the greatest loves of all time are over now by @sad-tunes. MORE SKIMMONS ANGST!! I am SO HERE FOR IT. Vi, this is just so lovely, (even though it was written in an hour lmao) LOVE IT.

small wonder why we love them so by @nazezdha321. SKIMMONS. ADOPTING. A. KITTEN!!!!! Z, honestly ilsymm and this is just WONDERFUL. Pixie lives in my heart rent-free 🥺

(not so) fake dating by @browneyedgenius. MY LITTLE STATICQUAKE BBYS FAKE DATING!!!. M, you know me so well lmao. The BEST!

Science Nerds by @eowima. FITZ AND PETER!!!!! Like, when was there ever a more perfect combination to nerd out about science? Dksjdkjds I LOVE IT :D.

Asphodel: chapter 14 by @aleksandrachaev. For me and @the-9muses KAT IT UPDATED AND IT’S FOR ME AND Q THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT IN LIFE. sldjsldjslkjsk. OK, Q, we gotta go read this!! This fic is the BESTTTTT.

Then there are all the people who sent me birthday asks, and honestly they brightened my day so, so much, so thank you Thank You THANK YOU!!!!! You all are the BEST. PEOPLE. ON. EARTH, and I would die for you all 💙💙💙💙💙 💙💙💙💙💙 💙💙💙💙💙 💙💙💙💙💙 💙💙💙💙💙 💙💙💙💙💙

(I’m leaving this up until the end of the month, because 😍)

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moonbeamsung · 3 years

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self love tag; please do not reblog!!

tagged by @donkey-hyuck and @floweringtheflowers ! you guys and all of my moots are so beautiful i’m not worthy i’ve been starstruck all morning🥺

ok i have to say goodbye to the fact that only one person on here knows what i look like :,) i’m comfy with sharing i swear but it’s just weird... anyway! here we go~ i will leave this up for a little while but then the picture is going away >:)

post a recent and/or favorite photo of yours:

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this is my favorite and the most recent lol.

what’s your favorite personality trait of yours?

i always do my best to be kind. i can’t stand the idea of making someone upset accidentally, much less on purpose, and i really just hope i can make people happy or brighten their day by showing compassion.

favorite body part?

my eyes, also (not really a body part but) my freckles

favorite aesthetic/style on yourself?

comfy and casual! graphic tees, sweaters, denim, sundresses, etc.

what you’re most proud of?

i’m proud of the fact that i’ve brought a lot of joy to my parents’ lives and hopefully the lives of those around me as well. i’m working on being more proud of my talents :)

a trait people tell you they like about you:

a lot of people say i’m really sweet, and also that i have a good memory!

a (personality or physical) trait you used to be ashamed of, but now love/are proud of:

so when i make the ‘ :/ ’ face irl i have a little dimple/indent on my chin, and i used to hate the way it made me look but now i think it’s kinda cute?

favorite color on you?

dark blue, white, yellow, red

favorite piece of clothing on you?

this one pair of jeans that i feel really confident and comfortable in :)

an aesthetic you wanna try but are too scared:

i’m fairly happy with my style right now. maybe more skirts or dresses though?

thing you like getting compliments on the most?

so i have kind of a secret confidence? i appear very shy and for the most part i am, but sometimes i’m very expressive and powerful (when i’m dancing for example) so i really appreciate when people acknowledge that side of myself.

lastly, do you love yourself (if not, you should!!)?

getting there :)

tagging: (PLEASE know that there is absolutely no pressure at all to do this! please don’t feel obligated🥺your comfort and happiness come first!) @seeing-dreams @navyhyuck @danishmiilk @orange-nimon-cross @rouiyan @lebrookestore and anyone else that might feel comfortable♡

#CANT BELIEVE IM DOING THIS #pls be nice #🙃🙃🙃#ok thanks bye #tag games!#vy⚡️#galileo🔭#mootbeams <3

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 4 years

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Hidden in Plain Sight (3)- Tom Holland X Reader

A/N: This story is fun to write, but school is taking over little by little so sorry if this gets delayed more than I mean for it to be! Enjoy Chapter Three!

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: Swearing? Maybe? To be honest I can’t remember if I swore or not but knowing me I probably did. But there is mention of a killer moth so if that’s as trigger as it was when it was flying around my room then I’ll mention it here.

You had the absolute worst day. You were hoping it was going to be a good day since you had put on one of your favorite outfits to wear to work. But as soon as you got to work, everything turned into a shit show. A project you thought was finished didn’t save the last days edits, your boss got on you for something that was your coworker’s responsibility, and someone ate your lunch, which you’re not entirely sure how that happened, but it did. Add to it you have the start of what you think is a migraine, the last thing you want to do is anything work related, but because you’re behind on the project that is due tomorrow, you’ll probably be up all night working on it before going in tomorrow to continue working on it at the office. So heating up some soup to eat while you work, you decide to scroll through Tumblr while you wait for it to heat up.

The news of Spider-Man, and therefore Tom Holland, staying in the MCU still hasn’t died down, which let’s be honest why should it? It’s fantastic news. Out of all the Spider-Mans, Tom’s portrayal of it is your favorite and you would be so sad to see him taken from Marvel just because Sony, Marvel and Disney couldn’t come to an agreement on things. It’s only been a couple days since it was announced, but you wouldn’t be surprised if this was talked about for weeks at least. You reblog a couple of photos, adding some of your usual hashtags. Honestly, you want to be distracted by asks, but you know that the likelihood that people will respond is low, plus you shouldn’t let yourself be distracted by Tumblr when you have the project due tomorrow.

Hating seeing notifications, you click on the second icon from the right on the bottom of your screen. You clear off the notifications from reblogs and likes but notices your app is still showing a notification, on the messages side. It’s probably just from one of your friends. You flip over to the other screen and see a message from none other than Tomholland2013, who you’ve been messaging on and off over the past couple of days, ever since you sent him that edit.

You haven’t been super active on tumblr lately. Everything ok?x

Been super busy at work lol. Big deadlines coming up.

You don’t expect to get a message back since you figured from your messages where he mentioned he was in the early hours of the day while you were only in the late afternoon, that he was probably asleep since you got home later from work than you had planned. So you set your phone aside as you pull the broccoli cheddar soup from the microwave. However, you’re pleasantly surprised to see a message waiting for you when you pick your phone back up to head back to your computer to keep working.

Ah, big deadlines. What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?x

Hm, this new tumblr friend of yours is awake even though it’s probably the middle of the night for him?

I don’t mind. I work in graphic design. Isn’t it the middle of the night for you?

It would be if I was at home. I travel a lot for work. I’m currently in New York, so it’s only 9pm.x

But it definitely feels like I should be asleep. I’ve only been in New York for a few days and my mind is still on London time.x

What kind of work do you do?

You set your phone down and boot your computer back up. You know you have shadows to deal with and layers to add back before even getting to the stuff you were meaning to get on today. This project was going to be the death of you.

Tom stares at the message. How does he respond to that? He can’t very well tell you he’s an actor. That blows all of this. He likes being able to be open with you and the moment that it comes out that he is actually Tom Holland, well you might not be open with him. Could he tell you he works in the movie field without having to admit who he is? Could he play it off that he’s still a fanboy, because he will be a marvel fanboy until the day he dies, without blowing this whole thing up? There’s just something about you and being able to connect with someone who has no idea who he is that is different.

Even on your blog today, you shared things from months ago and still reacted like it was your first time seeing them. Your whole blog just radiated positivity, even though your messages sounded like you had a lot on your plate outside of the internet world. He wants to be able to know you without the pressure of having to be, well, him. But you’re not asking him to spill everything about who he is. Just a snip-it.

Film production. Getting ready to head off to a new project actually.x

Must be fun to travel for it. Anywhere fun?

Cleveland actually. Haven’t been there before, so maybe I’ll find something fun to do outside of the project while I’m there.x

Maybe you’ll run into Tom. He’s supposed to be there shooting a project I think. Especially if you’re also in the film industry, you’d already have more of a way into things than say I would lol

I don’t know if I’ll have that much time off to look for him.x

Well if you happen to run into him in said little time off, tell him there’s probably half a million if not more tumblr users willing to marry him, should he be in need of a wife, husband, or nonbianary pal.

Would you happen to be one of those said half a million?x

He shouldn’t have sent it. You have been pretty good about responding, but after sending that message, he hasn’t heard from you in over twenty-four hours and he’s beside himself. You also haven’t posted on your blog. Which makes him think you’re avoiding him on the site all together, which is even worse. The flight to Cleveland, wouldn’t have been half bad if he wasn’t worried the whole time about what you might have been sending while his phone was on airplane mode. And of course the one time he would have paid any amount for on flight wi-fi, it was down and no one could use it.

As soon as the plane lands, he’s flipping the switch to connect his phone again. He needs to see if you’ve messaged back. He’s ignoring all the other notifications that pop up, looking for only on apps notifications. And while you haven’t posted again, you have messaged back. Which makes him suddenly feel like he can breathe again.

I’m not the one who took Tom’s name on here. I feel like you might propose to Tom before I even have a chance to meet him IRL.

I don’t think I’m Tom’s type.X

And what do you think Tom’s type is?

And it takes everything to not just describe you. It wouldn’t be hard. He had spent a lot of time deep diving through your blog. He had looked through your #me tab on your blog. It was filled with everything from selfies to posts about things you had done. And you were the kind of person that he was into. It wasn’t an only physical attraction thing. It was the things that you found important enough to post about. The little things about your day that you shared about. But instead of typing back you, Tom decides to type something different.

I think he would be into someone down to earth. Someone who is into sharing time with friends and family equally and someone who has a great sense of humor. Oh and they would HAVE to love Tessa. That would be a must.x

Wow you’ve thought a lot about this.

Do you disagree?x

Surprisingly no. But I thought you’d say something more… I don’t know physical I guess.

Why’s that?x

I don’t know. I just did.

What do you think he’d be into?x

He can’t help but ask. He wants to know what you think he’s like. There’s enough speculation out there about what he’s like, but for some reason, knowing what you think about him, it means something to him.

I would say, similar to you- family, friends and Tessa would definitely be at the top. Sense of humor would be important. I also feel like with there being so much he can’t talk about to the public, having someone he can trust with stuff would be important. I also think trust would be important so that he has a space he can just be himself too. 🤷‍♀️

Pretty spot on. All of those are important to him. He wants to ask if those things are all important to you, but asking that would come off weird, so he takes a different approach.

Honestly if I wasn’t such a div when I was making accounts I would have just made a Tessa fan blog. I’m a bigger fan of her than of Tom. x

SO TRUE. How can you not be?! She’s the purest thing in this world (sorry to Tom) and every time he shares more of her with us I melt a little.

Paddy had sent him that picture of Tessa this morning, maybe sharing it would brighten everyone’s days. Especially knowing that you were such a fan of her too. Adding the picture to his Instagram story, with a quick caption of missing this sweet girl, he quickly uploads it.

APPARENTLY TOM CAN READ OUR THOUGHTS?!

What do you mean?x

Cute Tessa content just uploaded to his Insta story. Apparently he’s away from her and missing her 😭

She’s just too pure for this world x

I needed that right now.

Something wrong?x

Work project might kill me.

It’s due by the end of the day, but photoshop keeps crashing and I might scream.

I’m sorry love x

I’m restarting my computer for the third time today and it’s not even noon yet.

You know he’s English so the love thing shouldn’t throw you. Plus he’s a boy on the internet. But for some reason, it feels like something more. So instead of saying anything about it, you just keep messaging like nothing happened. A small part of you is hoping that by not mentioning it though, it might happen again.

Tom spends the rest of the day messaging you when he can. He knows you’re working on a project that has a deadline, so he doesn’t expect you to be at his beck and call. But when he gets a notification at almost eleven o’clock at night his time from your blog, he hopes it’s one of your personal posts to make him laugh. He isn’t let down.

THERE WAS A MOTH FLYING AROUND MY ROOM AND NOW I CAN’T FIND IT IM GOING TO DIE. IF IT EATS ME YOU ALL KNOW WHO THE MURDER IS

#me #killer moth #save me #if i die i leave everything to tom

He can’t help but send you an ask about it.

Tomholland2013 asked: You know moths don’t eat people right?x

Y/T/B: You didn’t see how big this one was. This one was definitely of the people eating variety with how big it was. And now it’s hiding in my room waiting for me to close my eyes and then it will sneak up on me, kill me, and devour me whole. 🖕

Tom laughs at your reply before sending another ask. Sure he could do this in your message thread, but he’s betting the asks are helping distract you from the moth.

Tomholland2013 asked: That’s a quiet defensive response from someone who is going to be eaten. If you want me to come save you from a killer moth, maybe be a bit nicer.x

Y/T/B: If you will race over here, find this moth, and release it into the wild so that it can’t kill me in my sleep I will make you as many Tom edits as it takes in gratitude. 👏😘Just come save me please. I swear I can hear him laughing in the distance.

Tomholland2013 asked: If he’s laughing in the distance, I’ll be over to take care of him. No one gets to disrespect my favorite blog and get away with it.x

Y/T/B: Thanks darling. I really, really appreciate it. Now I must be off to hunt this moth, before he hunts me.

Tags: @serendipitous-amor @im-still-tryin-to-find-it @tomfiction4 @im-deeply-shallow

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland fan fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fan fiction #tom holland fanfiction #imanativeofswlondondahling #hidden in plain sight

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imlostinsantacarla · 4 years

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How do the gang (individually) react to a SO who's affectionate and supportive

heya hun! i’m so glad you’ve requested this, it was fun to write. i added tim and curly too bc they deserve some love also. i hope that you like what i came up with! - admin kat 🌙❣

HOW THE GANG REACT TO HAVING A S/O WHO’S AFFECTIONATE AND SUPPORTIVE:

Darry: doesn’t always seem like it but he doesn’t ever take your affection and support for granted, although he may come across as cold. he’s a tad bit overwhelmed when he comes home and you plaster yourself to him like glue, he can even appear irritated but he knows that you’re just showing you love him in the only way you know best. he just wishes that you’d give him a minute to get through the door and shower first before you latch onto him. nevertheless, darry is genuinely over the moon when you support him, his brothers and the gang. his hearts wells up like the grinch when he finds the meaning of christmas! it’s in the little things like when you patch steve and soda up after they’ve gotten into a fight with soc’s. helping ponyboy and johnnycake study on the living room floor. talking dal out of some real dumb shit. even by sitting at the kitchen table with him and sifting through all the bills. he turns into the biggest sucker ever when you do this stuff. all the little things you do never get’s overlooked by him. it definitely helps ease his stress knowing that his partner supports him no matter what.

Sodapop: genuinely loves you even more for both of these endearing qualities, if that’s even logically possible??? he loves that your affection and attention is on him 25/7 and when you give it to him... boii is like !!!!!!!!!!!!!! he just knows you love him so much and he’s so excited by it. your support really reinforces it all the more if i’m honest. soda actually balled once about you supporting him bc he opened up to you about a dream of his which was to open up an auto repair shop with steve and you were like “cool stuff man let’s do this!”. and he was believing you’d knock his head in like dar would, but he just was star struck with you. steve had to calm his ass tf down bc soda’s a gREASER AND GREASERS DON’T CRY IDK WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!! but yeah, he thinks he’s so dumb and stuff, but to have you support him and lift him up makes him unbelievably happy. 11/10 a happy boiii.

Ponyboy: totally gets all blushy when you get affectionate with him in front of others (namely the gang) bc they tease tf out of him. those boys never let him live shit down like that. it only makes you pinch his cheeks and wiggle his face in your hands and that’s when two-bit can’t stop laughing and has to tell the others. he’s a bit sour afterwards but there’s no hard feelings. boii is s o f t as hell for you and loves your affection and support. you never fail to brighten his day tbh. he wants your attention on him 25/8 like soda and becomes a pouty baby when you don’t give him it. and your support? *chef kiss* makes his whole world better bc despite the fact he’s not tough and all, but more sensitive, you’re there for him through it all. did i mention he get’s butterflies and his heart gallops- pls don’t shoot me it had to be said!

Steve: loves it even when he says he hates it. steve loves your hugs, kisses, the way you play with his hair when you cuddle, you name it. just not when the guys are around. gotta keep up the greaser image *finger guns*. you tend to show up at his work with lunch and he’s got complete heart eyes bc you’re all over him. there’s no way in hell soda lets him live that ish down lmaoo. you support him more emotionally and mentally though, which he’s so grateful for because things with his old man can get pretty bad at times and he needs someone like you to bring his big butt down to earth when he’s all high on anger and frustration. like, he’s super hurt when it comes to his dad, so he’ll be ranting and raving up a storm and you’re listening but bleary eyed bc he woke your ass up as 3 in the gODDAMN MORNING and he’s talking about how his life is so shit and you come out with “well i’m not going anywhere but if you don’t get into my bed and let me sleep i’m gonna beat your ass with my pillow”. he’s stunned? bc first of all, you’re a freaking pip squeak compared to him who can’t even hurt a fly, but there’s another part of him that’s taken aback bc you’ve literally opened up your world and door to him for anytime. would 10/10 recommend this joyful boi.

Two-bit: honestly, can’t seem to get enough of you, particularly your affection, but namely your support. it’s kinda a tie can’t you see?? he’s not even annoyed or abashed when you go heavy on the affection, even in front of the guys, if anything, he’s gloating about it and hanging off of you just as much, if not more! if anyone teases you guys or makes a comment he’s got some snazzy comeback, two’s riddled with them. i swear they fall from his mouth like casual small talk. kinda starts fist fights with steve a lot when he does bc our stevie-boi is a bit sensitive. he literally somehow falls in love with you even more bc you’re supporting him positively to cut down on his drinking, get on with his school work a little more, etc. like how can he possibly deserve this literal angel that is you? he probably cries when you’re not looking. i’m not even kidding. probs just bursts into tears and pony and johnny are like you ok mannn???

Johnny: blushes the most out of everyone when you give him affection, especially when anyone’s around. he’s such a happy smol bean and he just loves you with his whole heart and universe like omg! your support means the world to him, he’d cry and be so messed up without you. but you still make him cry nonetheless. but they’re happy tears, i promise!! like he’s so astounded bc you let him stay at your’s bc your parent’s understand the situation and let him come round whenever he wants. you make sure he’s well fed and get’s a good amount of sleep in a place that’s not the lot? you complete him. you make him see that he’s more than just some kid with a bad home in a bad neighborhood... he can be anything and anyone as long as you’re by his side. the little butterflies he get’s when he sees you- !!!

Dallas: not so happy about the affection part in front of others (unless he’s jealous and wants to prove to everyone you’re his) just bc it’s uncomfy for him and he ain’t used to it. but that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy having you all over him! bc if it was up to him he’d have you all over him every second of every day if he could. ;) in private though he’ll gripe about how mushy you are, reluctantly leaning into your embrace or letting you kiss him. like you’ll want to cuddle or hold his hand and he’ll eventually relent, muttering about broads and stuff. he only makes it seem like he hates it but he actually loves it to pieces. and when you play with his hair??? mmmmmmmm boi is putty in your hands. but seriously, your support means a lot to dal, it shows that you’re loyal to him and if you’re loyal to him he’s loyal to you. like the way you show up at the cooler to visit him brings such a huge smile to his face. no broads done that for him before. treat dally with care bc this boii is sensitive. 12/10 a happy duck.

Tim: kinda iffy about the affection. he’s a tough son of a gun and can’t have everyone knowing he’s got a partner that hangs onto him like a fly does to honey. he loves it though, really, especially when people are looking at you in interest, it serves a purpose then. he’s also in love with when you do it to freak out curly. it honestly made him cry of laughter once bc curly was about to yack in a garbage can. fun times man... fun times. anyway... your support is super wonderful for him. you visit him in the cooler a lot when he goes in, which he didn’t expect bc most people he’s dated never did that or were too mad to even show up. but here you are. you also take care of curly and angela like your own, opening up your door to them and him. he’s got a soft spot for you okay? it’s especially so bc his home life is so bad with his step dad and mum chucking things left right and center, then everyone else joining on in. it’s a tiring place. if he looks back... he doesn’t know how in the hell he survived without you before you came along and wouldn’t know how to go on without you by his side to help. but tell no one that okay? s o f t b o i v i b e s

Curly: mad happy like. until someone fucking mentions it that is. then he’s all talk and trying to get you off him. you roll your eyes bc curly’s really more talk than action and most people know it. but nevertheless, he wants everyone to know you’re his so loves it when you hang onto him like a vice. he’s not really had much affection in his life, so it’s new but he can’t seem to get enough of it. deffo a happy puppy when he gets the affection and attention. and curly’s not all that smart either, but having your support helps him to see that he just see’s things differently from other people and that school isn’t everything. and that’s okay tbh. however, you don’t support his bad behavior but you also know that you can’t change him unless he wants to change himself. he’s only just starting to get these boundaries, just give him a chance. loves your cuddles bc he can fall asleep and he always has a tough time falling asleep bc he doesn’t feel like he can trust anyone other than his brother and sister. and now he’s got you. thank god! literally the sweetest chick ever

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My Brothers, Corrupted

Chapter 2 : Section 3 : The Chains that Bind Us

Dapper, overwhelmed by months of abuse, finally struck back - literally. Anti needs to put him and the rest of his family back in line and hide the magical signal Blue won’t stop radiating, as well as trying to care for Trick through a depressive episode, and in his stress he’s violent and distressed and out-of-control. Dok is trying to survive the punishment for Anti’s failure and Red works to hide Blue’s magic constantly, determined to keep his family safe, even from the threats within it.

Trigger warnings for torture (character hanging by throat, non-fatal), major abuse, mind control, dehumanization, and ableism, including infantilization of a disabled character and taking away ability to communicate. Remember that sexualizing the abuse in this fic is the surest way to get yourself blocked.

Find Chapter One here.

Find Chapter Two here.

Section Two of Chapter Two: The Chains that Bind Us

Anonymous asked: yo is it just me that has No Clue what just happened to anti or do any of you guys know what's going on

Red and Blue peer out from beneath their hiding spots. Blue’s neck is a vivid purple.

“Is he gone?” he mumbles, glancing around.

Red gets to his feet and dares to open the door, peering around the hallway, gone quiet now, with medicine rolling around the clinic floor.

“He’s never really gone,” he says, maybe for his twin, maybe for himself, maybe for you. “But sometimes he goes off on his own. It’s not my place to question him.”

He scratches at his beard, worried. “Wish he’d brought me with him, though. I could protect him - I could hold him and he might even let me. Might even lay his head down on my chest, and tell me he feels safer when I’m with him.”

Red’s eyes shine.

spicydanhowell asked: is he gone? wow. i think he just... had emotions. i think he remembered trick's OD and.... was upset. i love that for him.

“Oh, don’t tease him,” chides Red, sighing and retreating into his room.

“That attempt really upset him,” mumbles Blue. “We have to get this figured out. It’s not good for anyone to be living like this.”

He keeps glancing out the window. Red comes to sit beside him and throws an arm over his shoulder, and the two of them relax back against the wall as best they can.

Anonymous asked: hey red, blue, are you guys ok?

Red and Blue sigh in sync and Red glances over at the little brother beneath his arm.

“Wish he hadn’t done that to Dok,” Blue mumbles.

“Don’t think about that,” answers Red, putting his head down on his shoulder. “We’ll go get him tomorrow morning. He’ll be okay. We’re fine, right? We got each other, huh, buddy?”

Blue chuckles, and then coughs, rubbing at his throat.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “We do.”

spicydanhowell asked: hey if he's gone maybe... y'all could give dok a little relief? did he just leave trick and dap alone, like???

“Well, I’m sure he’s watching through the cameras. Or maybe he sedated them or something so they’re safe.” Blue pulls himself up to glance out his window, where he can see the corner of his shed. “I don’t know what he did to Dok, but the door is all locked up again.”

Anonymous asked: wow wow wow the great antisepticeye feeling Emotions?? imagine

Blue giggles, only to earn himself a pinch on the arm from Red. “Hey,” he protests, brightening a little and pouncing on his twin, tackling him to the ground and grabbing at his ear in revenge.

“Ow, ow,” Red pretends to whine, only to flip him over onto his back a second later, and then they’re wrestling, laughing softly as they try to forget what’s going on around them all the time. Red lets Blue have the attack, minding his twin’s injured throat, and soon he is pinned down to the ground, rolling his eyes as his twin laughs and laughs above him, warm and cheerful and safe, safe for now. There is little else that matters, because there is little else he can control.

spicydanhowell asked: dok won't last more than a few hours before he's strangled to death, guys. if theres anything you can do to help him... please do. he's kind of in horrible pain atm, even if he's not "dying" persay

Blue sighs and draws away from Red again. “I don’t know if there’s anything we can do without bringing punishment down on our heads too. Tomorrow, I’ll take care of Dok all day if he wants. But this is master’s decision and it would be bad to interfere.”

He stares out the window again, his mouth slightly open, like there is more he could say, but he does not speak.

Anonymous asked: Hey Dok! Kann ein Känguru höher als ein Haus springen? Ja! Weil ein Haus nicht springen kann! (Eng: Can a kangaroo jump higher than a house? Yes! Because a house can't jump!)

Dok’s eyes blink at you for a moment, confused. Then he lets out one short, rasping bark of a laugh.

“That sounds like something Trick would say, back when he was happier.”

cest-mellow asked: dok, is there anything we can do for you? tell something to trick, maybe send his message back?

“No, no, please don’t tell him I’m in trouble like this, I don’t want him to worry. Anyway, let him rest, it’s getting late. Is he resting? Will you tell me if he’s alright for tonight? Does he look very pale? Very thin? I hope he is eating and maybe taking his medicine and maybe not so sad so much? I hope Dap is with him, I hope - I…”

Doktor groans and struggles on his chain, sighing.

Anonymous asked: How are you holding up, Dok?

“Oh, I’m okay, I’m okay. Honestly he could have done much worse. He didn’t even get the dog out or make me eat the mice or anything.”

He glances down at the squirming pests near to his feet and flinches, closing his eyes.

“I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay,” he murmurs to himself. His face is still calm. There is little he cannot tolerate.

Anonymous asked: Maybe we could keep you company, Dok. I know talking might be kind of hard right now, but do you have a favorite song? Maybe you could hum it. I hum when I'm tired or sad.

He pants slightly, trying to think.

“I… I’m not sure. Long time since I heard any music. We used to have a little music player, Trick and I. Anti gave it to us when he first gave us to each other. He told us we could only listen to it together, so we would lie next to each other as the sun went down with one earbud each. And Anti had picked out the music for us, but some of it was still good. Or Trick liked it, anyway, ha… he likes… he likes that album where all the songs are named after planets. I always thought it was kind of sad, but they gave him some comfort, I think… I miss that music player…”

florenceisfalling reblogged: sLEEPING AT LAST-

“That’s the one,” chuckles Doktor, finding a higher spot of earth and managing to set his feet more firmly on it. Relieved, he closes his eyes, and for a long few minutes, he is quiet.

“I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time,” he whispers, his lips faintly blue. “That the universe was made…”

He trails off, licking at his lips.

“Maybe I will never hear him say anything again. Let alone to see that light in his eyes, when he was happy, at my side, staring up at the universe… but still I have that song.”

reverseblackholeofwords asked: You'll see him again, Dok. It might take time, but you will. Family has a way of sticking together no matter what. You know that better than anyone.

“I really do hope so,” says Doktor softly, weary on his chain. It’s getting hard to speak. It will be a long night. He prays that Red comes to get him first thing in the morning. “Yes, we’ve all stuck with each other, haven’t we? Not going to lose my Trick just yet…”

Anonymous asked: Dok I literally don’t know how else to say this, you are amazing and you’re so so resilient. And you’re right, no matter what Anti says you are not a failure or anything close to that. You are exactly what your brothers need and you shouldn’t need or have to prove that to anyone when you already have by being yourself. We love you so much and we’ll do whatever we can to help you.

Deutsch hums lowly, his eyes flickering shut. He’s found a high enough spot he might even be able to get some rest, as much as this can be called rest.

“I am resilient,” he mumbles. “Everything my master gives me, I survive, and continue to do what I can. I am… nothing to prove…”

He gives a deep, shuddering sigh, growing faint as the light fades around him, dipping under the tall peak of the mountain that has become his home.

“Thank you.”

Anonymous asked: maybe someone should go check on trick, now that he's alone. he might do something to himself if there's no one there for him

“Yeah, we should see how he is.” Red sits up, glancing at the door. Blue steps over to open it and -

“Goddamn!” he hisses, rubbing at his throat and backing away. “He locked us in again! What did we even do?”

Red sighs, staring at the door, where an electronic lock blinks irritably back at him.

“He has his reasons.”

Red is calm, but Blue looks betrayed, slinking back to his mattress.

“Let’s go to bed,” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes, coughing a little.

There is no bedtime routine. Their toothbrushes are outside the locked door and they’re out of toothpaste anyway. There’s no such thing as pajamas in this house. It is hot even at night here, so Anti has given them no blankets, and no pillows, and no light when the sun goes down.

Their mattress are disarrayed from hiding and tussling. Red gives his twin a few minutes to sulk in the corner before picking up his own mattress and pushing it over to sit right beside Blue’s. Eventually, in the night, Blue will turn towards him, and when they wake up their legs and arms will be tangled and their heads close together.

“Good night, Azul,” whispers Red, adjusting on his mattress. “I love you.”

And for all his irritation, Blue always answers with warmth, like he can’t even help it, cause maybe nothing is stronger than that promise they make each other every night.

“Night, Roser. Love you too.”

Anonymous asked: yo trick you doing ok buddy?

Trick, to his irritation, wakes up with the sun. Groaning, he flops over on to his side and curls up closer to the body sleeping next to his own. You can see him from a lop-sided angle on the drawer by the door, where Anti apparently left you to make sure he could keep an eye on his boys during the night.

Eventually, Trick stirs again, and begins gripping needily at the shirt of his companion, looking for some early-morning attention from Anti, only to pause at the feeling of a scratchy dress shirt underneath his fingers.

A moment later he jerks back so hard he halfway tumbles off his bed, clutching at his chest and laughing nervously.

“Holy shit,” you hear him laugh, getting up to peer over his brother. He turns to you and hurries over to show you too, giggling.

“I thought that was Anti, hahaha. It’s Dap! Why’s he sleeping next to me?”

Trick sits down next to him again, playing with a strand of Dapper’s slightly curly hair. Most of his concept of personal boundaries has washed away in the last couple weeks and he doesn’t seem worried about waking up his little brother. Dapper’s face is chalk-white, with dark circles beneath his eyes, his mouth slightly open as his raspy breaths break the morning silence.

“Maybe he can stay with me a while,” wonders Trick, sounding excited. “Then someone can be here with me all day and it won’t be so lonely and boring, haha.”

He rubs his thumb up and down Dapper’s cheek, invigorated by a visitor.

pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Dap...? You making out okay, buddy?

Dap stirs with Trick’s petting and Trick decides to let him come awake slowly, lying back down at his side, setting you on his stomach, and relaxing again. He pulls his crinkle paper out from beneath his pillow and runs it steadily through his fingers while Dapper blinks blearily awake.

Dapper breathes thickly, staring between Trick and the camera, his eyes a little glassy. Trick murmurs something that sounds like a mix between a greeting and a checking-in, an old sound from the days when they had no one but each other, and knew better how to look after each other as they changed into people they eventually stopped recognizing.

Dapper gives him no answer, so weak he can barely pull his head off his pillow. Alarmed by his frailty, Trick sits back up and leans over him again, setting a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“Did you take something?” murmurs Trick, pulling gently at his eyelid to look into his pupil and checking his heart-rate. “A tranq or something to keep you down? Why did Anti need to sedate you, bro?”

Dapper licks his dry lips and stares up at him wearily. For a second, he reaches up his hands to try and give him an answer -

Oh, oh. His hands are bound up in thick, cord-like strings. His fingers, white with struggling blood, can barely move.

Shocked, he stares down at his poor bound wrists, and Trick does his best to soothe him, trying to massage some feeling back into his fingers while his eyes follow the strings back to their origin. Tied to the headpiece of the bed, they will keep Dapper from moving more than a few feet from the corner of the room.

White-faced, Dapper puts his head back down on his pillow, and wishes he could wake up anywhere else.

Anonymous asked: Dapper, Trick, are you two alright?

“I’m not sure,” mumbles Trick, helping prop Dapper gently up against the board of the bed. Dapper purses his lips in his best attempt at an appreciative smile, one of his stiff hands coming to rest on Trick’s thigh, perhaps to steady himself, perhaps asking for comfort. Trick’s replies as best he can, sitting himself up beside his little brother and letting Carver sink down against his shoulder, panting softly in the early morning light.

“He must still be hurting from that time Anti had to stab him.” Trick carefully lifts up the hem of Dapper’s shirt, checking to make sure his bandages are clean. For a moment, he smiles at the sight of his brother’s careful, steady, loving wrapping. He rubs gently at Dapper’s shoulder and tries to keep him sitting up and breathing clear.

“So Anti decided he needed to keep an eye on you, huh?” grins Trick. Dapper manages a rueful grin in return, his eyes hurting. “Or - maybe he just wanted some company for me? Yeah? We’ll be okay back here while you heal, okay? I can look after you if you need anything. I can do anything you need.”

He smiles bright. Anti’s poured a great deal of affection out on him, but in more than three weeks Trick has not had a single chance to give any affection back.

Anonymous asked: dap, can you not sign at all? do you have any other way of communicating?

Dap licks his mouth and lets out a small sigh. You watch as he does his best to curl his aching fingers, but even when he gets them to respond, you can tell he won’t be able to bring his hands fully together while he’s bound up like this. Perhaps when the sedative wears off a little better, he’ll be able to give you some sign. He offers you a small click of his tongue and falls quiet again, slumping on Trick’s shoulder.

pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Trick. You good, buddy? Hanging in, at least? Your twin is in trouble..

“I’m good! Or I’ll be good as long as Dapper’s good.”

He’s strangely buoyed by a visitor, in fact, his fist drumming against his thigh so fast he’s probably bruising himself, his eyes a little bright, talking fast.

“It’s been a long time since I had anything to do but sit here trying to make myself feel better, and I’m pretty shit at that, to be entirely honest, but I’m working on - wait, what?”

Trick straightens up, staring at you.

“Dok’s in trouble?”

His voice shakes hard, his eyes burning. He turns to you and Dap and back again, reaching over to give his little brother a small shake. “Wait, wait, no, no, no - Dap, explain to me, what’s going on, where’s Deutsch? Is he okay? What do you mean he’s in trouble? Is that all you have for me? He’s in trouble? He’s in trouble?”

He pulls away from Dapper and gets to his feet, rushing to the door and falling to his hands and knees to stare through the crack beneath the door.

“Doktor!” he cries. “Deutsch, Allemagne! Anti, where are you? Hey, someone come talk to me, Red, Blue? Where’s my twin, where’s my brother! I want my brother, let me out! I want Dok! Hey!”

His joy is all vanished, his face distraught and turning red as he begins to cry. Dapper clicks his tongue and whistles from the bed, trying to get to his feet, without success, worried for Trick. He’s not used to his big brother showing so much of what he feels like this.

Anonymous asked: "Trick.. I really hate to be the bearer of bad news but Anti kind of beat the shit out of Dapper before he brought him to you. That's why he's sedated and tied up. I don't think you should be this excited, unfortunately." PF!A

“Oh,” whispers Trick, his voice shattering. He gets up from the door and stares back at his little brother, who looks back with aching blue eyes. After a moment, Trick returns to his side and puts an arm back around him, his reddened eyes fixed on the floor.

Dapper sinks back down against his shoulder.

“Sorry that hap - sorry that - sorry that happened,” manages Trick. “I don’t know what you did, but I’ll help make sure it doesn’t happen again, okay?”

Dapper sighs. Trick puts his head down on top of his little brother’s.

“It’s gonna be okay. I got you.”

Anonymous asked: "I-I can take a message and pass them between you two, if it'll help, Trick-? Please calm down.." -PF!H

“I n-need to know that he’s okay! What’s going on? Does he need help? Can you send someone?”

Anonymous asked: hey trick, do you know where anti is? he got really upset about something and left

Trick looks up, surprised. “What, he’s not anywhere in the house? Well, he must have had something to do in the city or the neighborhood if he’s not in his room. That’s where he usually goes to sulk - ah, ah, I mean, uh, think, to think. Sometimes he comes home with blood on his hands or supplies. Maybe he’s fetching something? I would think he would have come home by now, though. It’s weird for him not to even lie down with me for a couple hours.”

Anonymous asked: "He's in the shed for defending Dapper after what happened. ..Anti decided to punish him because he thought he 'wasn't good enough' to look after his brothers.. He's been tied to the roof but he can breathe. Then.. Red and Blue are locked in a room. I can give all I can to help you at least feel a little better or know what's going on, but this is a really isolating problem. I'd help if I could.." -PF!H

Trick chews on his lip, his eyes lighting up with something you haven’t seen for some time as he thinks. He glances between the window and the door.

“Red and Blue are locked in their rooms most nights, but the locks are electronic, and usually set to let them out around seven.”

He glances out at the sun.

“That should be soon enough. You can usually hear roosters crying around the same time. If it’s an emergency, there is a window in their room. It’s locked, but I know they can sneak out of it.” He grins conspiratorially. “Because one time I saw Red leap out to get Blue cough medicine in the middle of the night. I didn’t tell Anti but I could. Anyway, if their doors don’t unlock and Anti isn’t back by the time the roosters are calling, they can go help him. They’ll get in trouble for it, but that’s their job cause they’re bigger than me, so it doesn’t really matter.”

Trick sighs, leaning slightly back. “I wish anybody outside of the room was allowed to talk to me. Even poor Dap can’t talk to me like this.”

He picks uselessly at his brother’s strings.

“I hope Dok’s doing okay.”

Anonymous asked: dap, do you know morse? you could try tapping using that to communicate!

“I’ve never seen him use that,” frowns Trick. “I don’t know it. It’s kind of a hassle, but if he knows that maybe he could use it in an emergency. Do you?”

Dap kind of nods, kind of shrugs. Been a long time since he used that.

Anonymous asked: doktor's being punished by anti, unfortunately. but he should be fine, trick. anti wants to keep you away from him. he thinks he's a bad twin, even though we know that's not true

Trick’s expression slackens. He stares at the floor, playing with his crinkle paper.

“Miss him,” he mumbles.

spicydanhowell asked: anti where the fuck are you. you locked everyone up with no water or food or toilet and several of them are injured or tied up are you Stupid???

“Hey, don’t snap at master,” snarls Trick, something venomous filling up his face. “First of all, we all have bathrooms here. This place was designed to be a medical facility - I know because I saw the medicine cabinet and the sinks and everything in every room, and the doors are really wide so wheelchairs can fit through. See? So, look, each room has a little space for sleeping and a little bathroom. It’s meant to be used for people who are injured to come stay here as long as they need to while somebody takes care of them. But that never happened, because this side of the mountain is so poor. They built the building and left again.

“Secondly, Anti’s always watching.”

Trick glances right at the camera and straightens up proudly, simpering for his master’s attention. Dapper has closed his eyes, turned slightly away.

“He’ll be back when he needs to get back. He wouldn’t - ”

There is a loud click as the electronic locks change for the day.

Trick turns to you with a self-satisfied little smirk on his face, playing innocently with his hair.

“See? Master wouldn’t let anyone get hurt. That’s my big brother. I’m his little pet. He looks after me at least. If he’s gone, it’s because he has to be.”

Trick rubs at his eyes, trying to keep up his enthusiasm. He has to prove that Anti is good, after all, and not only to you.

“Maybe he’s getting stuff for Christmas. He said we could celebrate.”

He sits up for a while longer, staring at the door, waiting for his brother to appear.

But Anti doesn’t.

Tired, Trick eventually leans back, the light in his eyes fading, Dapper pressed against his heart.

Anonymous asked: Red, are you scared?

Red jolts awake to the unlocking of his door, sneezing.

“Hngh, what? Scared? Of what?”

He glances around the room and finds his twin standing at the window, staring out at the shed.

“No, no, we’re fine,” mumbles Red, as Blue rushes past him to open the door and head out towards Dok. “What’s there to be afraid of? Not that weird for Anti to be gone, you know, sometimes he leaves us for days.”

He yawns, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. “It’s okay to leave me in charge, you know.”

Anonymous asked: do you have anything to do in here, trick? like any entertainment at all?

Trick’s mood has soured. He stares blandly at the ceiling and shrugs, proffering his crinkle paper just a little. Dapper glances up at him and then at you, more concerned the more he wakes up.

Anonymous asked: so trick, are you feeling better? after, you know, everything that happened?

Trick groans a little, closing his eyes.

“I… yeah. Of course. I mean, I should be, right? I have everything I need and all of Anti’s attention and I’m okay and I’m… I survived it and…”

He stares out the window, tears welling in his eyes.

“Shouldn’t still want to die,” he rasps, fatigue flooding down his face.

And Dapper, with aching, stiff white fingers, reaches gently out to squeeze his hand.

There’s something bigger than gratitude in Trick’s eyes when he turns to meet his gaze. They set their foreheads together, warm in their little bed, and they hold each other close.

Anonymous asked: "...Your Master isn't a good person, Trick. He really isn't. But.. Sure, I guess. ...Maybe you should lay down?" -PF!H

“Nothing else to do,” mumbles Trick, staring at the ceiling. He reaches out to help Dapper lie back down, but he shakes his head, pulling away, still trying to get to his feet. Trick watches him struggle for a moment before lying back down, drawing the blankets around his shoulders and burying his face in his pillow.

spicydanhowell asked: trick, you know you have depression, right? and you know that's a chronic illness that even anti can't cure. you need actual therapy and several months of daily medication and sunlight and exercise to get better. what anti is doing for you is not a solution.

“Not Anti’s fault,” answers Trick through the pillow. “Stupid fucking shitty-ass brain. Nobody else is fucked up like this. Everybody else can take it.”

nikkilbook asked: “Shouldn’t” is a tricky word. Of course you’re not the kind of person who *wants* to leave your brothers and never come back, to stop existing forever. But it’s a trick your brain is playing on you, a heavy filter that’s been slid over everything while it tries to cope with chemicals that are out of whack and overwhelming situations. The chemicals and the situation haven’t been successfully addressed, so of course your brain is still confused. This isn’t your fault, Chase.

“Actually I think I like that ‘stop existing forever’ option just fine.”

He sighs deeply, running his fingers through his greasy hair.

“But Anti and Doktor would be so upset, so I guess my ghost would be even more of a problem than I am now.”

Anonymous asked: Dok? Are you okay? Blue is coming to let you out.

The beeping of the camera draws blank eyes back into focus. Dok’s aching arms let his weight onto his calves again as he stares at you, his mouth open, thin breaths passing in and out. He manages something that might be a nod.

spicydanhowell asked: trick, your brain is not healthy, but that's not a personal failure. hell, dap and red have "different" brains too, and they struggle, and it's not their fault either. it's nobody's fault that you have depression, but you say you have everything you need when you really don't. you need treatment and time to heal

Trick watches Dapper make his way to his feet and stand panting beside the bed.

“Maybe,” he grumbles, closing his eyes like he’s in pain. “But I hate hospitals and even if I would go, I can’t. Someone would be able to track us through the hospital system, or even a therapist, Anti says. Besides, doubt we can afford it. Anti has to feed the others before anything, you know? And sometimes we even struggle there, so…”

He rubs at his face, watching Dapper move despite his hurt. Maybe he should get up too.

“I don’t think Anti knows what to do with me,” he admits frailly. “I don’t think anyone would.”

Anonymous asked: Has Dok been in the shed before?

Blue races out the door to his own room, and then the backdoor of the house, setting his bare feet on the craggy earth, barely avoiding splinters of glass and sharp stone in his haste to help his little brother.

He finds the shed door chained.

“Goddamn!” he hisses, slamming his hand against the door, hard. Gritting his teeth, you watch him pace round the shed looking for a hole to enter through, but it’s a sturdy structure, and as the sun rises, it grows hot to the touch.

“He’s going to fucking boil in there!” snarls Blue, stalking back to the door and yanking on the chains. You hear the door creak as Red steps out of the house behind him, wearing his own shoes and carrying his brother’s.

“Blue, take it easy, I can go find Anti if we need to.”

“Yeah? How’re you going to do that? For all we know he’s in the middle of something dangerous.”

“He would have told me if he were going to do something dangerous. Or taken me with him.”

“Sure,” spits Blue, trying to twist the chains with his bare hands. “Sure, I’m sure he would, Red.”

cest-mellow asked: blue? have you gotten dok yet?

“We’re working on it,” Red answers calmly, watching Blue scurry around the shed a second time. He’s beginning to look at the roof in a way Red doubts will lead to good things. “Blue, we might have something under the sink that can get him out.”

“Go check! Please!”

“Okay, but put your goddamn shoes on before you cut yourself. Hey, Dok? We’re out here, bud, we’re coming. Hold on.”

spicydanhowell asked: blue, do you have any tools or do any neighbors have some? you might have to cut the chain

“Red, did you find anything?”

“Give me two seconds! We’ll get him down, okay?”

“He’s in pain, can’t you hurry?”

“Getting freaked out won’t help, Blue. Hell, I don’t know… there’s not really anything down here anymore. I thought we used to have a bolt-cutter. Hey, maybe it’s one of the keys Anti has us look after? I’ll go check.”

Blue hisses impatiently. For a second, the sun makes his eyes flash a very vivid blue.

immabethehero asked: Find a treestump and bash the door down!

“Fuck, I don’t know if Anti would like that much. Maybe I can find something. There aren’t many trees up here, though, I’ll tell you that much.”

Anonymous asked: Blue please hurry and get Dok out of there. He can barely breathe.

“He can barely breathe,” repeats Blue anxiously, as Red heads back towards the house. “He could choke, I don’t know how much strength he has, if Anti beat him or hurt him… And it’s so hot, it’s so hot! He’ll cook, he could get hurt, I bet the chain is so hot on his poor throat.”

Blue squeezes the chains tighter, close to the door, his eyes flickering. He staggers slightly, closing his eyes as the world spins around him. Fuck, maybe Red was right, maybe he does need to calm down a little. But Doktor is in there, his little brother, for all that he acts tough, suspended by his neck, wheezing and gasping as the sun rises hot over his head and he grows frailer and frailer, his muscles aching and his body shaking -

Something is dripping through his fingers.

Startled, Blue frowns at his hands.

And then he yells aloud, jerking backwards as molten metal singes the ground in front of the shed, the chain melted clean through between his fingers.

He stares at the twisted metal, shaking.

“Blue, we’ve got three different keys here, one for the medicine cabinet, and we can try the other two, but - ”

Red stops short behind him.

Trembling, Blue turns to his twin, his hands held out in supplication, in fear, in apology.

Red takes a long look at the situation, his eyes fixed on the faint whisps of blue trailing from his brother’s hands.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, in a voice all too calm.

Blue shakes his head, his pupils blown wide.

Red stares only a moment longer.

“Well,” he says, eventually. “Doktor is. Go get your brother. Go on, now, Blue.”

Blue nods shakily and bursts into the shed, leaving the chain behind.

Red stands there watching for a long time, his mouth calm.

His eyes afraid.

Anonymous asked: Oh, oh, Blue, be careful! Your magic! Anti will be angry again!

Red leans slowly down.

Picks up the chain where it’s cool.

Brushes away the broken or melted pieces from the ends.

And places what remains inside his hoodie pocket, heading back towards the house, where, in his room, you watch him carefully place the chain inside of his backpack.

Anonymous asked: could blue use his magic? i know he's technically not allowed, but anti's not here, and your brother could be hurt really bad if you don't help him! and you needed to find an outlet for your magic anyway, right?

Red pushes his backpack behind his door, trying to plan when next he’ll be allowed out of the house. Maybe today. He’ll have to see.

“Let’s have no more talk of magic,” he says, getting back to his feet. “Let’s have no more talk of this.”

Anonymous asked: blue! is dok ok!! can you get him down!!!

Blue knocks a blood-stained crate towards Doktor and stands up on it, hooking one arm underneath Doktor’s legs and another around his waist. It is the work of a moment to lift him up enough to remove the chain from the hook on the ceiling.

Dok is so stiff it hurts to be held.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” chants Blue, sliding down to the earth with his brother in his arms. “It’s going to be alright, that’s all for now.”

Doktor might scream. He is clutching to Blue’s shirt so tightly he has torn it.

whydoilovesomanyvillians asked: Blue hows doc doing

Blue brushes his brother’s overgrown hair from his eyes, clutching him to his chest. “He’s hurting,” he admits, reaching out to massage one of Doktor’s trembling arms. “It would be awful just to have to stand for that long, let alone to hold throat up to breathe. He’ll be stiff for a long time, I’m sure it hurts terribly.”

It feels like his muscles are doing their best to escape from his bones. Everything inside of him is fucking peeling, splitting, twain. He can’t feel his calves anymore.

Anonymous asked: is dok hurt?

“Did Anti hurt you?”

Doktor’s mouth parts dryly.

“What?” he coughs. “Other than this?”

His throat is fervently black.

“No… No, I’m fine. Let’s go inside, p-please.”

He seems, for a moment, to strain himself to stand, but then his muscles scream out again, and he collapses back into Blue’s arms.

Anonymous asked: Get him some water or something, Blue, please

“Here we are, Dok-Dok, it’s okay.”

Blue heaves him into his arms and carries him back towards the house, where Red is uncapping a bottle of water. He’ll need to go get more from the well soon, but for now they have enough.

“Why don’t you lie him down in his room?” suggests Red. “Nice and quiet in there.”

“Is Dapper still asleep?”

Red heads past him into Doktor’s room, sitting down beside the mattress with the water and grabbing his first aid kit from the corner.

“Dapper’s not in here anymore, Blue.”

“What?”

“Let’s worry about Doktor for now, okay? There we go, bud. Is it easier to lie down or do you need to sit up?”

In response, Doktor slumps down on the mattress.

“Permission to scream, sir?” he rasps up at Red, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Permission granted, medic,” answers Red, grinning a little despite himself.

Doktor opens his mouth -

“Nein, I don’t have the strength.”

Red leans down and presses their foreheads together for a long time, one hand set solidly on Doktor’s shoulder, a warm, steady pressure.

“You kept Dap safe,” he whispers. “You did good.”

Doktor’s eyes water. Slowly, he nods, biting down hard on his lip.

“I did good,” he whispers. “I did good.”

Blue is massaging his arm again, determined to give him some relief. “We’ll get some water in you and you can have a nice cool shower and some clean clothes and food and anything you need, okay? Poor Dok, hanging up like that all night. We’re going to take it nice and easy.”

“Yeah,” agrees Red. “You can have whatever you want.”

“Does that include the sweet release of death?”

“Doktor,” snap the twins in perfect tandem, and Doktor can’t help but laugh, staring up at his brothers with a mouth that hurts to smile.

“Don’t joke!”

“Yeah, too soon, man.”

“Little pansy, one night in the shed and he gets all sardonic on us.”

“Oh, ‘sardonic,’ aren’t you fancy?”

“Shut up and give Dok his water, can’t you see the man is thirsty!”

And Doktor closes his eyes and lets his brothers look after him.

pixie-in-trebleland asked: Are you guys going to watch Dok all day? Can you check on the others?

“Fuck, give us a minute,” grumbles Blue, blinking back into appearance before you. He’s up and about now, standing over the sink and using water from a bottle to clean their three plastic plates. “We take two seconds to look after our brother who’s been tort - disciplined and you’re impatient?”

He sighs and tries to relax. At his side, Red is chopping up potatoes, his eyes faraway.

“Anyway, what do you want us to do? No, we can’t check on the others. We’re not allowed to talk to Trick in his room, let alone go in there. You know the rules by now. You were here when we had an attic. Besides - ”

He’s cut off by a sudden flicker of the camera that catches his eyes. Blue brightens immediately - though his cheeks also flush slightly - and he turns to see Anti step out of nothingness in the corner.

“Anti,” he cheers, while a relieved smile, only trembling a little, appears on Red’s face. Blue saunters cheerfully over to Anti and -

“Oh,” he breathes, his face falling. “You’re hurt.”

Anti scoffs and takes off the backpack on his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground with a heavy thud. Not only is his neck bandaged as usual, but there is a damp dark stain on his shirt, spreading as Blue watches.

“Anti, let me look at it, please.”

“No, Blue, it’s fine. I’m not hurt.”

“Where were you?”

“Selling drugs,” says Anti.

Red and Blue exchange glances.

“Ha ha?” Red ventures. “You’re, uh. Kidding.”

Anti glances up, frowning. “What? No. We don’t need that much pain medication in the house. Speaking of which, Blue, you keep the key to medicine cabinet for me, okay? So if Dok needs anything out of there, he can explain to you why and you can open it up for him if he’s got a good reason. No sleeping medicine, though, and no pain stuff unless it’s for visitors or you’ve run it by me. You understand me?”

“Oh, yes, Anti, I can do that.”

“Good boy. Here.”

Anti hands over a tiny silver key.

“Anti, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Shut the fuck up, Blue. Listen, make yourselves scarce today, alright? I’ve got work to do and it’s better if you’re not around for it.”

Blue opens his mouth like he might protest, but Red steps up beside him and silences him with a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, Anti,” he says, meeting his master’s eyes calmly. “We’ll fill up all the water after lunch.”

“Mh, good boys.” Anti wipes at his face, slightly sweaty. “Oh, here. If you go into the city, you can do me a favor and pick up some candles for me. I got everything but that.”

“Some candles?”

“Yeah. Like a shit ton of them, actually, I didn’t realize how many. Like fifty, okay? By tomorrow. I’ll pick them up myself if I have to but - ”

“No, no, no,” Red insists, accepting a small wad of cash from his brother. “No, I’ll fetch it for you, Anti, of course. Whatever you need.”

“Good. Good. That’s my Red.” Anti tugs on a lock of his hair. “The next couple days will be happy if everyone is good, okay?”

“Yes, Anti.”

spicydanhowell asked: anti? red is worried about you

Anti pauses on his way back to his room, and low flush creeps over Red’s cheeks at the message.

“Worried about what?” he demands snippily, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. “You getting paranoid on me too, Red?”

Blue moves to stand slightly in front of Red, but his brother pushes him away and puts the butter knife he was using to cut the potatoes in his hand, shoving him towards the counter. Irritated, Blue nevertheless obeys his older brother’s silent command and begins cutting potatoes.

“Um, Anti.”

Red slinks down the hall towards him. Anti straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot. “What?” he snaps. “What is it now that I have to deal with? Huh?”

Red stares at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows drawn back.

And then he reaches out and wraps his arms around his little brother’s shoulders.

Anti stiffens like a mannequin beneath his grip, breathing a little faster than he did a moment ago. After a long three seconds has passed, his hands come up to rest, just barely, on Red’s back.

“What is this?” murmurs Anti. “What’s wrong?”

Red shakes his head against his shoulder.

“You’re having a meltdown or something. Go lie down.”

“No, Anti, it’s not that, it’s just - ”

Red draws away and Anti shifts uncomfortably at the look in his eyes. Worried, worried Red. Loving Red. Ah, fuck.

“You don’t have to do this alone, okay?”

Anti sighs through his nose, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

“You’re so stressed all the time lately, I worry you’re getting sick, but you never take a break or come out of the room anymore, and - I just - Anti, I’ll do anything to keep you safe. You know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”

Anti softens, humming warmly, the discomfort slipping away. “Really?”

“Yes, of course.” Red’s eyes shine. He presses in for another hug, clutching at Anti’s shoulders. “I’ll protect you from anything that ever comes after us. I’m never going to let you get hurt. I - I - I love - Anti, I love you so much, I - ”

“Aw, Hoodie, don’t cry, darling, don’t cry.”

Anti is smiling now, stroking at Red’s hair and kissing at the side of his face.

“What a good boy you are. What a good boy.”

“I don’t want you to feel alone!”

“I know, Red. I know. Sh, calm down, love. Everything’s okay. Master’s okay. Little brother’s okay. Listen, I have work to do - ”

“Right, right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stop you, I just… I just love you. Okay? And if you need anything…”

“I know, Red. I know.”

“Okay.” He wipes at his face, embarrassed. “Okay.”

Anti’s eyes are brighter now. He strokes his thumb fondly across Red’s beard, smiling a little too widely up at him. The stain of blood on his shirt is gone.

“Go back to your twin,” he orders in a purr, pushing Red away. “Go on. There’s a good boy.”

Red retreats obediently. Anti turns to open the door to his office, and as soon as he is alone, he looks directly at you.

“’I just love you, Anti,’” he mocks, barely suppressing a giggle. “‘I don’t want you to feel alone!’ What a fucking child he still is!”

He bursts into raucous laughter, clapping his hands together and shaking for joy.

Anonymous asked: How's Doc doing now then? Can't have been a fun night :/ Wish I could hug that poor guy.

“Let’s check on him.” Blue picks up the camera and steps down the hall, popping you and his head into Doktor’s room.

His little brother is deep asleep on Dapper’s mattress, clutching a spare shirt to his chest for comfort. Blue lets out a soft little sigh, looking down at him, and Doktor lets out a quiet hum in his sleep, his peaceful face twisting into something more afraid for just a moment.

“I think he’ll be okay,” murmurs Blue, drawing the door almost closed behind him again. “I’ll leave him with some lunch and water and stuff. Maybe later I’ll make good on that hug offer, too. My tough little brother.”

“Blue,” calls Red, stepping down the hallway past him. “Get your backpack and help me gather up the water jugs. We’ll fill up everything before we go into town.”

Blue heaves out a sigh. They have a lot of water jugs. It’s good - but it’s also heavy when they’re full.

Anonymous asked: That's not very nice, Anti...

“‘That’s not very nice, Anti,’” he repeats, pacing around his office and giggling wildly. He’s making a mess, opening up spare backpacks and shoving through his closet, searching for something. Red’s devotion has re-invigorated him. “Let’s not forget, little ones, between the haze of the world I’ve created - I fucking hate Red. And there is nothing in the world that I like better than seeing him brought so low he doesn’t even have to be asked to try to comfort me.”

pixie-in-trebleland asked: If you hate him that much, Anti, then why keep him so happy? If you hated him, it would have been preeeetty safe to assume that you'd want him to suffer, no?

“Oh, he has,” says Anti. “For my sake. More than you can fucking dream.”

He pauses for a second, staring at you.

Then he brightens again.

“But you have to make puppets happy sometimes, otherwise they’ll catch on to the falsity of it all! And then who runs my errands for me and guards the door at night? He can have a little time of joy, running around with his twin. I don’t mind. It only makes him more devoted. And Red - aha!”

Anti has found what he’s looking for. Delighted, he reaches into a box at the very back of his closest and pulls out a pair of collars, one yellow and one black, and the black muzzle he showed you once before.

Anonymous asked: Hm, you say that like Red wouldn’t do that for anyone. You forget the type of lifestyle he left, he protected and saved people. Sorry to say Anti, but I don’t think you’re very special.

“Red only ever killed men on my command. And kill them he did, with my name, adoring, on his lips. And when he wept, later, to realize what he had done, it was me that he came to, and my chest where he laid his head down.”

Anti stares at you. His eyes are brown.

“Is that special enough for you?”

Anonymous asked: so what do red and blue do during the day when anti's not here?

“Well, most mornings we go for a run on the other side of the mountain.” Blue looks up at the height of the mountain, not far off from their little home. “See, the rain washes down that side instead of this one, so while this side is dry as a desert and barren entirely of plant life, that side blooms green all year round. Want to know the funny part? This side is populated by thousands of people all working their asses off just to put food in their stomachs. The other side is owned entirely by one man, who lives far away and makes no use of it. He’s waiting for the property value to increase to sell it. So of course we slip through a gap we cut in the electric fence and we run around his property for miles. Safer back there, and nicer to look at, and easier on our feet. Right, Red?”

Red heaves his backpack up on his shoulder and turns to smile at the little camera mounted on his twin’s shoulder. He wears his hood up with a pair of cheap sunglasses he stole from the pharmacy truck yesterday. “Right,” he agrees, as they head out of the house and begin making their way down the dusty, rocky trail, dirt sliding dangerously beneath their careful feet. “And then most days we get drinking water.”

“There’s only one place to get it for miles. A truck comes and fills it up everyday. Luckily, there’s plenty for all - it’s just a pain to carry around. What else do we do, Red?”

“Whatever Anti tells us to. Stealing and errands and shit. It’s been nice lately, though, cause he’s letting us have so much freedom now that we can look out for each other. We can go into the city just about whenever we want and we’ve got a card full of bus money. We’ve practically been tourists.”

“Yeah, we even went to the library the other day. Anti said we couldn’t bring anything home, but we hung out and read for the longest time.”

“We do a lot of cooking now that we have a real stove and Blue made a sort of fridge for us.”

“We go to the markets for fresh food because that’s just how people buy things around here. Things are cheaper here so we’ve been eating more.”

“Yeah. So we do that. And we, you know. Talk.”

“Yeah. We talk.”

Red smiles back at his brother.

Anonymous asked: blue, is anti gonna be mad at you for taking dok down?

“Oh, no.”

“Blue has special privileges,” Red calls, his smile teasing now. “He’s a special boy.”

“Lol,” says Blue out loud, looking unamused.

“Haha.”

“I kind of do, though. My job is to look after the others. Obviously I don’t interfere when Anti’s running drills or disciplining or anything, but I know that at some point Anti we’ll let me step in and help. If he had been here this morning, I’m sure he would have taken the chains off for me by the time I went to get Doktor. He would tell me if he wanted me to let someone be disciplined longer than the usual one night or one day. So no, everything this morning was pretty normal. Except for the, uh.”

Blue trails off, staring anxiously up at Red. Red does not even look back at him.

Anonymous asked: oh fucking hell anti whatever you're planning, please don't

“Now you’re just tempting me. This is reverse psychology. You really want me to, don’t you? Some of you are so funny.”

He’s gotten out other things too now - thick cord, and a tie, and… clothes you think you recognize from somewhere, another starchy white dress shirt and a dark vest. Anti runs his hands fondly over it, humming something bouncy to himself.

the-weirdest-fan asked: Anti, do you ever slip up and call them by their old names? Why did you give them those names? I get Red and Doktor and the others, but the name Blue doesn't make much sense to me. Could you explain if it's not too much trouble? Thanks!

“Ah, an interesting question, I do like this intrepid, polite one… Actually, you’re right, I do sometimes come close to slipping up. Especially when I’m angry - they just look so much like those same stupid fucking people they used to be… And Doktor is just a quieter Henrik, and Trickshot a more confused Chase, and Dapper…”

Anti sighs and shakes his head, turning his gaze to look out the window.

“The line between Dapper and Jameson has always been a thin one.

“But as for Blue, well, first of all, by the time I got my hands on that little bitch I meant for him to be Red’s twin, and I like the pairing of the names. But blue’s always been the color that reminded me of him. It’s the color of his power when he casts. He cast it against me so many times - I guess I like the inversion of it. Now Blue belongs to me. Not even to himself. It’s a name I chose for him. Nothing about him is his own anymore. And so he is Blue, because even that which he once used against me is now mine for the keeping.”

Anonymous asked: anti what the hell are you planning just TELL us you overdramatic bitch hdfgjfhdgdfgddh

“Can you give me a damn second to get ready! You ask me all these questions and then don’t want to wait for answers, damn! Anyway, when did I say I was doing anything? It’s just work. You’re the ones hyping it up. Geez.”

And he pulls a line of fairy lights and a box full of finger puppets out of his closet. You can see him trying not to laugh, fixing you with a cold grin.

whydoilovesomanyvillians asked: Finger puppets and fairy lights wherent those in dappers toy box thing

“Very good. My littlest puppies are acting up. There are ways to make them… revert.”

immabethehero asked: Woah, woah, woah, Anti, calm down! No need for collars!!!

“Shut the hell uppppp,” sings Anti, bouncing on his heels as he gets to his feet. “I’ll decide what they need and what they need is - ah, shit, I should get his new medicine figured out too. Something stronger. Just a second. Hey, Dok-Dok!”

A moment later, he is yanking open the first door on the hallway right, and Doktor jerks awake with a cry, both from the pain of his aching muscles and from the alarm.

“Did you decide on Dapper’s new medicine?” demands Anti, crouching down beside him, a little too close.

“His new - his new medicine?”

Anti’s voice sharpens dangerously. “Yes. Like I said yesterday. I want new medicine for him. Something stronger, less generic. Obviously the old shit’s worn off him.”

Doktor’s mouth has gone dry. “W-well, Anti, I was thinking about it and maybe he should actually stay on the Haldol?”

“No.”

“It’s just sometimes people have bad episodes even if they’re on good medication, and he’s very used to his medicine now and handles all the side effects well, it really just fits him well, he likes it, he - ”

There is a hand pressing down hard on Doktor’s bruised throat. The pain makes his vision spark.

“You really want another night in that shed, don’t you, love?”

“N-no, Anti, no, please.”

Anti lets him go.

“So! What new medicine is Dap getting? Or would you like me to keep sedating him til his freaky little brain cells put themselves right again?”

Doktor’s mouth opens dryly. He pushes anxiously at his glasses, trying to think.

“Fanapt might be okay,” he manages finally, licking at his lips. “Kind of a newer medication. But I’d like him to be tapered off the Haldol and then - ”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll handle it.”

“Oh, but, please, don’t start him with too much, it - ”

“Doktor, you know I have the whole fucking internet under my fingertips, right? I’ll read the goddamn research report or whatever. There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You can go back to your fucking nap now.”

Shaking a little, Doktor lies back down, his eyes pricking, though he couldn’t tell you exactly why if he wanted to.

Just feels like a betrayal.

“Oh, yeah!” Anti pauses to look at him one more time from the doorway. “I’m about to do some work with Dap and Trick and you might feel the… how do I put it… ripple effects. So if you start feeling weird, that’s why. Don’t come bother me about it. You’ll be fine.”

He slips off into the hall.

Anonymous asked: trick, dok's ok now! he's out of the shed, he's with red and blue and he's safe!!

Trick and Dapper are playing cards.

Dapper can’t hold them with his fingers tied up like this, but Trick found a solution.

Trick puts a six down.

Trick puts a three down.

Trick puts a six down.

Dapper and Trick slam their hands down on the card at nearly the same time, with Dapper’s hand just barely beating Trick’s, and Trick ending up slapping the top of his little brother’s hand. Chuckling, he makes an exaggerated noise of disappointment and shoves the cards towards Dapper, who pulls them into his pile.

Trick looks worn, but his melancholy face gives Dapper sudden warm smiles every couple minutes. Dapper is doing his best to smile back, grateful for a reason to keep the blood flowing in his hands. There’s a slight twitch in his right eye.

Trick glances up at your message and suddenly the warm smile is for you.

“Oh, he’s okay!” Trick rubs at his chest over his heart, his eyes glazing slightly. “Th-thank God, I was worried. Maybe Anti will let him come see me soon if he let Dapper in!”

The door creaks open.

Dapper and Trick turn towards it as one, the cards fluttering out of Trick’s hands.

“Hi, Anti,” he says softly, trying to smile for him.

“Hi,” Anti answers, reaching down to pet Trick’s hair. “Sorry I was gone last night. Let me make it up to you. Are you two playing games? I have a game we could play too.”

Trick chews on his lip, a little unnerved, plucking at Anti’s sleeve. His eyes flicker to Anti’s backpack. A length of string dangles out of it. Dapper has gone very white, staring down at the floor, silenced in every sense of the word.

Anonymous asked: Who’s the dog muzzle for, Anti? If you put that on Trick we’re going to have a problem.

“Oh, come now, my dear.”

Anti sets his backpack down and pulls out the great dark muzzle.

Trick’s pupils bloom into moons, his gaze fixed on the old muzzle.

“This was one of my best controls, when I was breaking him in,” Anti purrs, running his hands along the small, stiff spikes on the inside of the mask. Trick’s fingers drift mindlessly up to his chin, where the old scars are hidden beneath his beard. “You remember, Trick, I can see it in your eyes. You were never better behaved than that first month after I broke you in, and let you be Dapper’s little bodyguard… his twin, his friend…”

Anti steps forward. Trick does not move. Dapper shrinks back.

“You would be so excited to see me. You trusted me completely - with your face, with your hunger, with your dignity. What little of it you had left, anyway. Maybe you always wanted me to strip it away, so you could justify the person that I’d made you into. There was no thought of suicide, then, because you knew something that you have since forgotten - ”

For a second, Anti’s eyes are black instead of blue.

“Your life belongs to me.”

Blue again.

“Of course, we ran into our little problem later, and I had to take the two of you apart. And Doktor was always so ashamed when he would hear about how his twin had let me put this on him, do you remember?”

Scarlet explodes through Trickshot’s cheeks and he turns his head away, panting.

Anti reaches forward to touch his neck.

“Tell you what,” he says lowly. “I’ll settle for the collar for now. Provided, of course, that you play nice and set a good example for your little brother, so that he can get back to where he needs to be, like when the two of you were twins, and he was my puppy too. How does that sound?”

Dapper has recoiled all the way to the corner, his eyes flickering desperately around the room. Trick, for his part, is frozen stiff, staring at the muzzle.

He can almost see Doktor’s face - the horror in it at seeing his twin letting Anti put that thing on his face. He imagines disgust too. He always imagined disgust, though Doktor never gave him anything but comfort.

“That - that - that - that - ”

He swallows and tries to steady his stammer. Anti strokes at his beard.

“That sounds good.”

Anonymous asked: ANTI DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM PLEASE HOLY SHIT

“Nobody has to get hurt if we all play nice,” hums Anti, stepping towards Dapper with his hands out-stretched, the black collar clutched in one fist. Trick holds the yellow one in shaking fingers. You watch him fix it around his neck, his face draining entirely of color, as if the collar had sucked it all out.

“I know you have to go gentle with Dapper,” says Anti, though his voice is cold as frost. “Otherwise he goes into his horrible little snaps, and near kills everybody around him. Treacherous little brain you have there, isn’t it? Even when you convinced yourself that I was the enemy, you could never direct your insanity just at me, could you? Do you remember, Dapper? Do you remember Red’s blood beneath your hands, and the dying tick-tock of a clock unwinding?”

Dapper pants fiercely, his nails scrabbling at the wall behind him, his hands bound, muted.

“Stupid little boy. You need a stronger hand to guide you. You’ve always needed a stronger guide than your brothers. Stupid, stupid little boy.”

Anonymous asked: Special doesn't mean valuable. You're a germ, Anti, and a temporary one at that. They won't follow you forever and you know it. And it's killing you. So have fun with that.

“A germ,” Anti hisses, stalking closer to Dapper, who fumbles at his side for a knife that no longer hangs there. Desperate, his stiff right hand manages to draw a circle at the wrist of his left -

“Blue! Blue! Blue!”

The only brother he can call for with his hands like this.

“Mama bluebird isn’t coming, songless lark. It’s just me and you and the other puppy. Isn’t that right, Tricky?”

Trick sits with his back to the bed, his hands suspended around his collar. He nods blankly, shaken.

“Are you a good boy, Trickshot?”

His face is beginning to look a little green. He nods again, weaker.

“Very good?”

“V-very - very - s-sorry, yes, very good.”

“Very good what?”

“Very good, m-master.”

“Trickshot’s going to get lunch,” smiles Anti. “Trickshot’s going to get water and sleep and a blanket to curl up in. You want that too, huh, my little Carver?”‘

Dapper’s eyes are filled with tears and hatred. Shoving himself back against the wall, he kicks out as hard as he can at Anti’s stomach.

The blow never lands. Anti grabs his ankle and then he attacks.

Dapper wheezes as his face, still bruised purple from last night’s beating, is shoved into the floor of Trick’s room and his arms yanked back so hard he fears dislocation. But you know what? He’s taken it before, and he’s taken it more willingly than this, and no matter what, he survived it. He survived it. He can fucking take it. No more shoving him around. If he’s going to die, he’ll do it with his dignity. Not like this fucking coward has the courage to end his life, anyway.

He slams his head back into Anti’s chin, snarling, proud to elicit a sharp, furious cry. And then Anti has grabbed him by the hair, and he disciplines, striking Dapper’s head against the cold linoleum again, and again, and again -

There is a second where Dapper exists outside of time entirely.

His hands could move it if he only had the strength.

But blood trickles swift from the side of his head and he cannot keep his focus. His eyes slip to silver only for a second, and then they are blue again, and he is trapped beneath Anti’s hands, wailing without making a goddamn noise.

Not that anyone would be able to save him if they could hear.

the-weirdest-fan asked: Ooh what's the plot of this puppet show?

“This puppet show,” pants Anti. “Is about a very naughty little child.”

Beneath his hands, a 30-year-old with intelligence more than enough to hate Anti passionately.

“The child was born stupid, and broken, and completely unwanted. Its master took it in one day because the brothers who claimed to love it were not watching over it, and it was helpless.”

Beneath his hands, the most powerful little magician ever to walk the face of the earth, doing his damnedest to flip Anti off with bloodless fingers.

“Everything the child became, it became because of its master. Everything that the child loved, it had because its master had given it.”

Dapper hand flails desperately in front of his chin, trying to get the pointer finger to stick out - “Liar!”

Anti presses down harder on his neck, pinning him to the floor with his knee between his shoulderblades. Somewhere behind him, Trick has staggered to the bathroom to vomit.

“Its master worked very hard for it, and gave it everything it needed. But as soon as the master started giving attention to another one of its puppets, the child began to think that it hated the master. Maybe it thought that because its mind was so broken and strange. Or maybe, just maybe, the stubborn, stupid little puppet had caught on to something that all of its brothers cannot see no matter what I show them, something that changed everything about the plot of the play, changed everything about the child’s life, and purpose, and loyalty…”

Anti leans in, bowed over Dapper’s body, and he places his lips at the very base of his ear, so Dapper could feel the movement of his mouth.

“I hate you so much I would die just to make sure you and your precious fucking brothers spend the rest of your miserable lives suffering hell on Earth.”

Dapper has gone still, his wide eyes staring at you, frozen.

Anti draws away again. Blood drips through the bandages on his neck.

“But whether Jameson had understood this truth or not did not matter to its master. All that mattered was that the child was broken again, and it was up to the master to put it back together.”

The tie is suddenly wrapped around Dapper’s throat and pulled so tight he gags, spasming desperately beneath Anti’s hands, his rapid heartbeat visible in a vein on his throat.

“And the master always knew, no matter what the puppet did,” hisses Anti. “Exactly how to shatter the puppet in exactly the right way to put its broken mind back together again the way that he liked it.”

And Anti summons all the power he has left inside him, and unleashes.

The power makes your camera short out.

End Section Three of Chapter Two.

Find the next section here.

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sinfullytempting · 4 years

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Temptations (Greed)

Its your favorite asshole!! Seonghwa!!

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San (Lust 1) / Yeosang (Gluttony 2) / Seonghwa (Greed 3) / Wooyoung (Envy 4) / Filler Chapter (5)

“Sanggie already saw here and thats not fair!”

Seonghwa twitched as he waited for San to open the door, ignoring Wooyoung’s yelling from the phone as he rose a curious brow, waiting for the boy to open the door. “Wooyoung shut up.” Seonghwa ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket as he leaned closer and knocked on the door harder. “San!”

San growled lowly, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter as he glared at the door. He pulled away. “Finish cooking, please.” The ‘please’ being tacked on as a last minute addition. San stood up straight before walking towards the door and swinging it open.

“Can i come in?” Seonghwa watched San, gold eyes watching red, not stepping foot inside the room. Seonghwa couldnt come in unless he had San’s permission, or you gave him permission. San’s lip curled as he shook his head. “No you cannot.” Seonghwa make be older but San is stronger. “No you can not~” San smiled widely before he saw you come around the corner. “San who is this? Another one of the sins?”

This male was tall, caramel colored hair, sharp gold eyes (those have to be contacts right?) and a cunning smile once he saw you appear, gold eyes lighting up. “Hello~ May i come in?” You frowned. “Of course why wouldnt you be allowed?” His cunning grin turned into a smirk as he pushed past San, automatically bee lining your way and gently holding your hand, kissing the back of it. “You do smell delightful, Thats wonderful.” You blinked, not expecting the boy to appear as quickly as he did, San quietly closing the door.

“Yes, this here, is Greed.” San came around and pulled you away from Seonghwa’s hands, a nasty look being sent towards Seonghwa as San stood behind you. Seonghwa stood up straight, lips pulled into a polite smile.

“Yes, i am greed but my name is Park Seonghwa. Its a pleasure to meet you Y/n.” His smile was tempting in all the wrong ways, but the way San had a hold of you, an arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his side, said he knew what you were thinking. Of course he did thats the first thing he did when you woke up.

“Uh...likewise?” You muttered, a questioning tone. “Uh how did you get here- Wait did you said i smell delightful? Yeosang said the same thing.” Seonghwa’s eyes brightened at the mention of Gluttony’s name. “So youve met Sangie? Ah, indeed, you smell absolutely devine its a shame San got to you first…” A deep rumble next to your chest hold you that San had growled- Wait growled? You fidgeted, noticing the thick tension in the room.

“Uhm...i need to finish cooking…” You squirmed your way from San’s iron hold and escaped into the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath you thought back to the small conversation you had with San. ‘Think hard enough and you can summon him’. You closed your eyes tightly, thinking and imagining the pretty boy infront of you, almost begging for someone sane in the current situation that is happening in your living room.

A familiar presence next to you made you relax, coming face to face with Yeosang. “Oh thank you for showing up.” Yeosang cocked his head to the side, eyes darting to the hallway that led to the two sins. “Sannie...and Hwa are here? Greed and Lust but heads all the time. But you’ve been claimed so it shouldnt be this bad.”

Yeosang glanced at the kitchen then to you. “...is that chicken?” You giggled, nodding and plating the food and guiding Yeosang to a table. “San said you liked chicken.” He giggled and nodded. ‘He’s so cute, like a little brother’ You smiled and turned back to the kitchen only to see Seonghwa and San standing infront of you. “I cant believe it actually worked, you summoned Yeosang…” Seonghwa mumbled. “She’s stronger then you said.” He turned towards San, seeing the smirk on his face. “Thats my angel, so full of purity and innocence, so strong and you dont even know it.” He grinned, San lifting your hand to his lips as he pressed a kiss against your knuckles. “Everytime you do something somewhat sinful you just smell that much better, youre so intoxicating.” He smirked as Seonghwa sat infront of Yeosang.

Shuffling closer to you he pressed his face against your neck, almost groaning. “You smell so good~ Its so worrisome that no one has noticed you til now…” San tensed, head turning towards the door. “You must’ve had a guardian angel, keeping you from us, hiding your scent, dulling it so we cant sense it…” San purred quietly in your ear, eyes scanning the area. “But where is he now? He must have been one of the strongest to be able to dull your scent almost completely.”

You blinked, confused. “If i did...i didnt know…” Seonghwa chuckled. “Of course you didnt know, theyre supposed to stay out of sight, only guard you from death.” You threw a glare toward the sin who merely smirked. “Hush, i didnt know you sins existed til this one introduced himself, quite rudely, this morning. And ive met two others in one day, so you can imagine how tired i am correct?”

He wiggled from San’s hold and placed a plate infront of Seonghwa then one next to Yeosang for San. “Sit down and eat, both of you.”

“She sorta smells like...Felix?” San stopped at Yeosang’s words. “Felix? Like The guardian angel Felix?” Yeosang nodded absentmindedly, chewing on his food. “What happened to Felix for him to leave her side...and how do you know Felix?” Yeosang hummed, swallowing a bite. “Wooyoungie knows one of his mortal friends? Changbin? I think thats his name.”

San hummed quietly, thinking about why Felix could have disappeared from your side. “He’s strong tho, what could have pulled him away like that?” San mumbled, eyes gliding towards you. “You said i could summon Yeosang if i tried hard enough right? And i did, it worked...do you think i could somehow summon Felix?”

“...also i had a guardian angel? Apparently how you’re speaking of him he is...a strong angel?” San scrunched his nose but nodded, not sitting well with the feeling of talking about how to summon an angel, let alone a guardian angel. Especially with Felix being a higher being then just an angel.

“Yes...Felix is a very strong guardian angel. He usually works alone but he has, two other angels he works with and mortal friends for some reason, but they arent important, what is important is, what happened to Felix. Even though hes an angel he was supposed to guard you, and its increasingly frightening the more i think about how he disappeared enough for me to find you and claim you.”

You nodded, backing up on your thoughts. “So? Do you think i could try and summon him?” The three sins turned and looked at you. “You want to try and summon an angel?” Seonghwa spoke, a mocking tone as he spoke. “Let alone a guardian angel? Who you dont even know what he looks like?” You couldnt help but shrink a little bit at his mocking.

“She did summon Yeosang...and we do know someone who knows what Felix looks like, and one who knows someone he works with…” San mumbled, looking around. “But is it a smart idea to search for him? Maybe he doesnt want to be found? But he wouldnt just abandon the person he was sent to protect right?” Yeosang spoke up as he finished his plate, orange eyes locking on you. “But summoning me seemed to drain you, so how about you eat then rest, the rest of us will look for ways to find him, this guardian angel-”

“I think this is a bad idea.” Seonghwa stood up.

“Why would it be a bad idea?”

“Hello? Yeosang? The two strongest sins are going to look for a guardian angel? Does that sound ok?”

You puffed your cheeks as you listened to the duo talk. “What if i want to find him? He should be around right? Do i need to put myself in danger for him to show up?” San blinked at your words. “Love, you smell like me now, i dont know if he’d come to save you. Im pretty sure, if he was still around he wouldnt saved you from me as soon as i appeared. Some low level demon wouldnt smelled Felix on you and bolted...but it was so faint i could barely smell it.” He hummed quietly.

“We can try tomorrow ok? We can talk to someone who knows how to find him.” He sighed. “Since youre so persistent on it.” You smiled and nodded. “Now...can all of you leave so i can clean up and go to sleep…”

“Dont worry about it, ill clean up for you.” Seonghwa stood up, grabbing the plates and walking towards the sink, Yeosang standing up and stretching before nodding. “I’ll leave, thank you for the food Y/n.” You smiled as the pink haired boy nodded, disappearing with orange smoke. You coughed a bit before hesitating to leave with one unknown sin in your kitchen cleaning up. The feeling of an arm around your waist guiding you to your room startled you. “San-”

“Dont worry, he will probably end up cleaning your whole house…” He snickered as he opened your door. “He’s a clean freak.” Seonghwa hissed from inside the kitchen. “Shut up San!”

He chuckled and closed the door behind you both, guiding you to the bed and humming. “Change. Maybe ill sing for you.”

You nodded and grabbed clothes before heading into your bathroom, throwing a glance back at San who grinned at you from the chair at your table. “Go on or ill come in to help you change!” You threw a glare before slamming the door shut behind you, letting San’s laughter seep through the door.

“I hate sins...”

“Dont lie baby you love us!”

“I only tolerate some of you, aka Yeosang!”

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skvaderarts · 4 years

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Soliloquy Chapter 3:

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Chapter Three: Arcana

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There was a certain supernatural aura that seemed to linger like a heavy fog on this seemingly peaceful street.

The crisp white light from the vintage street lights seemed to cascade off of the damp cobblestone road in rows, rippling gently in the reflection of every body of water it crossed. Nearly every window held a shadow, the vibrant light of the moon reflecting off of them like mirrors every time the celestial body dared show itself from behind the veil of passing storm clouds. Every car that hugged the curbside seemed to have been there for only a short while, nothing lingering in this place for very long. Young birch trees cradled within urban tree guards obscured rows of attached row houses, shops, pubs on either side of the road, some of the small businesses seemingly containing residences within or above them. A few were guarded by pull-down security gates in an effort to keep their contents secure overnight. The only significant source of sound came from a small bar and grill towards the far end of the block, though that was not where the duo was headed. At least not at the moment.

As they passed by, Nero could faintly make out letters on the signs of several buildings. A florist shop. Another small grocery store. A bakery. Nothing especially innocuous. He scanned the lonely street, actively searching for the location that had brought them here in the first place. Considering the extenuating circumstances that had brought them here, Nero was almost desperate to hope for a positive outcome. But, taking into account the fact that the last time this place had been confirmed to be inhabited by the person they were looking for had been around the time he had been born, he was forced to be realistic. Then again, Dante hadn’t moved in that amount of time, so perhaps they had reason to suspect the same in this case.

Seemingly from nowhere, a cold breeze blew from some unseen place, causing Nero to shiver. It was uncharacteristically cold for the beginning of August, almost supernaturally so. Just as the youth was going to say something about it, Vergil came to a sudden stop in front of him. Nero joined him, the fingers of his right hand ghosting Blue Rose’s grip. He was more than ready for another fight. Vergil held up his hand, gesturing for him to stop. He tilted his head nonchalantly, gesturing in the direction of one of the nearby buildings. From what Nero could make out, they were standing in front of a shop with a multi-story townhouse nestled snugly above it. The narrow Edwardian building seemed to be historic, faint grey bricks edged with white pillars covering the facade. The upper floors seemed to be a sort of pale yellow plaster, but the windows, which there were several varieties of, seemed to share the same white detailing. All in all, it was a seemingly well kept but worn old rowhouse, not unlike the rest of the street. But Nero would be lying if he didn’t admit that something was just very… off about the place.

“So is this the place we're looking for?” Nero inquired, his eyes never leaving the building.

Vergil nodded quietly, seemingly lost in thought. This was one place he didn’t think he’d ever find himself standing outside of again. “Yes. It seems that she is still here.”

-~-

(About an hour earlier…)

“Ok, so let me get this straight,” Dante shook his head as he reclined in his desk chair, unable to do anything but laugh to himself. This entire situation was unbelievable. “The only person you think can help you out with this idea you won’t tell us about lives on the other side of town and you haven’t seen her in, what, two decades at least? And even if you do find her, you're not sure how she’s going to react to seeing you after all this time?”

Vergil nodded, not entirely sure what else of worth to contribute to his twin brother’s summation. His situation with Magnolia had always been complicated, but the last thing he needed right now was to have to explain his private life to anyone, especially his already justifiably pissed off son. Vergil folded his arms, thinking deeply. “I am not opposed to making a housecall, although she may take offense to the time. It is rather late and she does not live close by.”

Nero sighed, still at a loss for words. This conversation had been going on for the better part of three hours, and sundown was rapidly approaching. They had gone around in circles with the eldest Son of Sparda forever, inquiring as to what he had conjured up inside of his mind and how this woman that neither of them had ever heard of fit into it. And as expected, he had provided them with no explanation or reassurance. Nero could only assume it was because whatever he had planned was so outlandish or improbable that he didn’t wish to start another argument with them about it, but Nero had already reached his limit for the day and he was going to get some answers one way or another. After all, he was far from the type to just sit idly by and twiddle his thumbs waiting for others to fix everything, especially when it came to those he cared about. And despite their brief time together, Nero did include V on that list. Despite not being the most approachable person he’d ever encountered, he possessed a certain charm that had grown on him over time, and, by the end of their journey, he had come to consider him a friend. Or pleasant company, at the very least. He occasionally found himself sparing a mournful glance in the direction of V’s beloved book back home, a mixture of guilt and sadness washing over him that always seemed to linger the longer he spent time near it. He wished that there had been more that he could have done. Watching anyone suffer always took a toll on him, and the Redgrave Disaster had been no different.

“Look,” Nero sighed as he stretched his arms over his head. He was completely done with talking for one day,” Let’s just go. Nico can give us a lift. It won’t take that long. And then you can find out if she can help out and we can go from there.”

Vergil was seemingly natural to the suggestion but sighed in discontent nonetheless. “I am more than capable of handling this on my own. I shall return shortly.”

The eldest Son of Sparda unfolded his arms and took a step towards the door, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by Nero. The young man had migrated towards the back wall and retrieved his sword, clearly intent on following him. Vergil was slightly puzzled. Nero had clearly heard him. “Last time I checked, we spoke the same dialect, Nero.”

Nero placed the blade into the holster on his back and untangled his coat before adjusting his posture, clearly intending to follow Vergil regardless of his protests. Much like Vergil wasn’t receptive to their requests for him to explain his plan, Nero wasn’t receptive to the idea of being left behind by Vergil. He needed answers, and maybe this Magnolia woman could provide them. “And last time I checked, you were full of shit. You need a ride, and I have one. And we both need questions answered. So I’m coming with you, like it or not; I don’t really care either way right now. Not in the mood.”

For a moment, Vergil had to remind himself that he did not need another of his children’s death on his hands. And considering his past behavior to the younger descendant of Sparda, he didn’t have much ground to stand on with him. But regardless of that, he still found himself irritated with Nero’s unwavering fowl attitude towards him! “Do not test me, child. I am in no mood. You will stay here with Dante-”

“Nope. Not happening,” Nero interjected, seemingly unaffected by his father’s darker inflection,” I’m going with you. You’ve spent enough time avoiding me, and I’m getting the answers I need, and I couldn’t care less if you like it or not. I’m not some little kid you can just tell to sit in the car while you go take care of shit!”

Vergil stared at his son long and hard before closing his eyes and turning away from him and heading towards the door. The older man didn’t give him permission to come with him, but he had seemingly dropped his protests in favor of giving him the cold shoulder. Nero followed after him, admittedly somewhat pleased that he hadn’t allowed Vergil’s insistence to change his stance on the matter.

“We’ll be back later,” Nero shouted to Dante over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him. Dante scoffed in amusement, waving him on. The Youngest Son of Sparda had possibly just found the one person who was better at getting under his identical twin’s skin than he was.

Once outside, the two of them headed towards the van. After their fight, Nico had relocated the vehicle to a more fitting spot next to the front steps. The remnants of their fight from earlier that day still remained, dislocated bricks and scorch marks covering every surface in a considerable perimeter around the front entrance. It was amazing that the building itself had been unharmed during the battle. Nero opened the sliding door and stepped into the vehicle, startling Nico as he did so. The mechanic was leaned over her workstation, welding something together. “Damn it, could you knock next time or somethin’? I’m tryin’ to get work done here!”

Nero laughed at the comment, but only for a moment. He then leaned over the table himself, observing her work for himself. “I was wondering why you never came inside.”

Nico turned off the power tool and sat it down before lifting her protective visor. Just as she did so, Vergil closed the door and stepped around the corner, his eyes wandering around the space he stood in. Nico gave him an inquisitive look before coming around the table and approaching the eldest Son of Sparda to get a better look. “So your Vergil, right? Nero told me ‘bout you earlier.”

Vergil internally balked at her accent, not at all expecting it. He then nodded, deciding to not dwell on it. He didn’t really care what she sounded like, one way or another.. Nero walked past them both and flopped down into the passenger’s seat, kicking his feet up. “This is Nico. She’s the one that made the Devil Breakers for me after that shit you pulled in my garage. You can thank her for all that shit I hit you in the face with back then.”

Vergil nodded sarcastically at his son, not at all amused but admittedly intrigued as to how the young human woman before him had managed to do something so complicated on such short notice. “You have experience with prosthetics, then?” He asked, genuinely intrigued but not showing it.

Nico shook her head and pointed towards the plack on the far wall. “Naw, my grandmother was a woman named Nell Goldstine. Folkes called her the 45 Caliber Virtuoso! That, and my useless daddy studied demons.Tinkerin’ just runs in my blood, and the Devil Breakers are the start to a whole bunch of stuff I’ve been cookn’ up lately! Those demon assholes won’t know what hit em’.”

The dim light in the van was Vergil’s only saving grace as he visibly paled at the mention of Nell’s name. Was this some kind of Freudian waking nightmare? Was this some sort of ironic punishment? Why and how on earth did Nero end up friends with a Goldstine? Those were memories that Vergil had forced deep down into his subconscious a long time ago, and here was a living reminder of yet another regrettable crime he had committed in his youth.

Nico had joined Nero at the front of the van by this point and she was in the process of starting up the van, the both of them waiting for his directions. “So, where we headed?”

Vergil composed himself and let out a long sigh, thoroughly done with his day. “Bristol Street. Head towards Enamel City and to the center of the market district.”

Nico shrugged and put the car into reverse, violently acquainting Vergil’s face with the couch as he was thrown off of his feet and towards the floor. Nero snickered and shook his head. “Oh, yea. By the way, Nico can’t drive for shit! Forgot to mention that.”

Vergil glared up at his son as he collected himself. He had been taken off guard far too many times for his liking today. “Yes, Nero. I may have noticed that.”

-~-

Nero was confident that the next ice age would arrive before Vergil finally headed towards the stairs. He had stood there, looking at the stairs that led up to the front door of the row home for what had to be a solid five to ten minutes before finally heading towards the house. Even for the eldest Son of Sparda, he was uncomfortably quiet. Nero didn’t bother to ask why. He knew Vergil wouldn’t tell him if he did. But he still couldn’t quite shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something more going on at this place that he initially thought. When they had first arrived, Nero had asked Nico to get in contact with Dante and keep him updated on the situation. Although there was probably nothing to be worried about, Nero didn’t fully trust anyone that he didn’t know. And he especially didn’t trust anyone that Vergil might be friends with.

The youngest descendant of Sparda’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Vergil’s discontent sighs. It didn’t take a mind reader to tell that he didn’t want to be here doing this. Nero glanced over at him and then the door, in slight disbelief that he had still hadn’t made an effort to knock on the door. “I fucking swear to god, If you don’t, I will.”

Vergil shot him a quick glare before reaching up to knock on the door. He paused before his hand made contact with the door, instead opting to use the knocker on the door instead. He delivered three quick knocks and then stopped, waiting for a response. After a long moment of silence, a friendly female voice broke the silence. “I apologize, but the Apothecary is closed for the night! You’re going to have to come back in the morning. But if it’s an emergency, do go to the hospital! I wouldn’t want you to expire on my steps, now would I?”

Nero snickered to himself. The woman had a slight British accent, and a very proper one at that. He had heard someone speak this way before, but he was still taken slightly by surprise. Vergil knocked again, this time with his hand. Light footsteps could be heard approaching the door, stopping just a few feet shy of it. “Oh, dear… I’m sorry but I must insist that you go elsewhere. We’re closed now. Try again in the morning?” She sounded almost concerned as she spoke, her voice caring a gentle and almost caring tone to it.

Nero was about to speak up when Vergil shook his head to himself and sighed, a mixture of discomfort and something else that Nero couldn’t quite place in his voice. “Magnolia… I have returned.”

In one rapid, jarring movement, the door swung open with enough force to pull it free from its hinges and slammed against the outer wall, bouncing back a few inches. Vergil caught it before it could swing closed again (or hit him in the face) and stared at her, seemingly just as startled as his young son was. A woman who didn’t look significantly older than Nero stood in front of them, her soft grey eyes staring at Vergil in a cold calculating manner. She was slightly wide-eyed, a fact that was slightly undercut by the fact that her long, frizzy brownish auburn hair obscured half of her face. It fell in spiral curls that ended at the cusp of her shoulder blade, a few grey streaks traveling through it on one side. She and Kyrie were about equal in proportion, although this woman was slightly shorter. She wore a grey and blue long hanging sleeved dress with thin leather buckles around the waist and a pair of half knee-length, soft grey leather boots adorning her legs.

The woman closed her eyes and Nero suddenly felt the sensation that something wasn’t right. When she opened them again, they were a bright, almost neon sign shade of red, her once diminutive stature now commanding and fierce. She raised a hand and held it out in front of herself as if to do something with it and Nero saw Vergil’s posture change. They were both ready to strike.

“So, um… are you Magnolia?” Nero asked almost cautiously. He had the distinct feeling that he didn’t want anything to do with what she had planned.

In the blink of an eye, Nero felt the air leave his lungs as his body left the ground and he veered rapidly towards a hard impact. He landed back first against the pavement, coughing and gasping for breath as he clutched his now throbbing chest and stomach. His ears were ringing and his vision was clear but spinning, leaving him a disoriented mess on the ground. As his head stopped spinning, he glanced around himself in a panic to regain his bearings, only to realize that he was laying at the bottom of the stairs. He had been knocked down?

As he moved to sit up, a wave of nausea hit him and a hand touched him, holding him back. He blinked rapidly and made eye contact with Vergil, who was shockingly, standing between him and the woman who had struck him down. Vergil had Yamato drawn and was addressing the woman before them in a tone that unmistakably tinted with rage. “Magnolia, your fight is with me. You will leave my son out of this.”

Magnolia stared at Vergil angrily from the top of the stairs before taking a long, slow breath and exhaling, her anger seemingly leaving her. She shook her head before taking a step forward. “Is the child hurt?”

Nero shook his head, sitting up to try and regain his senses quicker. “Well, besides the fact that you just threw me down the stairs, I’m just fine.”

She seemed relieved to hear Nero speak. “Forgive me, young one. That was meant for Vergil,” She said as she turned towards the Darkslayer,” You have some nerve coming back here! It’s been two decades at least! What could you possibly want from me after all this time?!”

Vergil sheathed Yamato but stood his ground, remaining between Magnolia and Nero, who was just now clambering to his feet. He looked down at the ground as if considering his next words carefully before looking back up to meet Her gaze. He spoke firmly and clearly.

“I need you to locate a lost soul for me. I’m no Alchemist, Magnolia. But you most certainly are.”

Thank you for reading this chapter! The next chapter will be out on Friday, May 8th, so tune in to find out how the hell they are going to figure this one out! Sorry for any mistakes. I ran this through two grammar and spelling checkers, but I’m running on fumes and my mind isn’t in this anymore. I stayed up all night to finish this the night of my birthday, so I’m just very tired. The next chapter is going to be very fun, and I look forward to having you guys read it! Also, are the chapters too long, too short, or fine how they are? Let me know in the comments! Have a wonderful day and stay safe!

Sorry for the late post today! I overslept!

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jewels2876 · 5 years

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Sweet Success - BONUS

A/N: I couldn’t leave it there! I have to give you this last BONUS chapter that I hope you all love - thanks again for the love & comments/reblogs & support!

Square filled: Bakery AU - @star-spangled-bingo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, kids Isabella and Rebecca and James, Loki mention

Word Count: 1176

Warnings:fluff, see tags for spoilers

Pics are not mine!

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Isabella stood over her cake and gently laid the fondant over the chocolate cake. She grabbed the smoother and glided it, laying the fondant flat removing any annoying hidden bubbles. She mentally patted herself on the back for remembering all the little tricks you taught her. While you had been baking most of your life, it was only in the last few years since graduation that Isabella had turned her love of sweets and family and poured it into the business you had started. It allowed her to stay close to Rebecca before she headed off to college. Of course, business hadn’t always been easy, especially when you had to deal with the baker to the stars, the one and only Steve Rogers. This time it was a little different, Isabella thought with a chuckle.

The kitchen door slammed and she jumped, causing a deep gouge in the fondant. “Damn it!”

“Language!” James teased.

Isabella stuck her tongue out at the guy standing in front of her. While they had become best friends, he still acted like the cocky 17 year-old she remembered. “You sound like your dad,” Isabella sassed.

James held a hand to his chest in mock horror. “You wound me with your words, Izzy.”

A deep male voice sounded. “And you need to back to drama class with that horrible performance. Honestly, you really should consider coming to London and studying instead of that dreadful…”

“Loki, I’d stop there if I were you,” you joked loudly from the living room.

“Darling, please! If I’m going to be here to help you pull this off, I need at least one of us to tone down the dramatics. And I prefer that it not be me.”

You chuckled under your breath as you thought to yourself, just one more day. You did a little shimmy on the couch cushions as you stared at the tv, trying to distract yourself. One more day.

Two Days Earlier

The graduation anthem played; Rebecca stood in front of her class and gave the valedictorian speech. You mouthed the words along with her, even though she didn’t once glance your way.

“You’re gonna make me cry!” she had whined in the car.

“Bec, just… flash her a smile at the end,” Isabella suggested. “No one has to know it’s your mom supplying the rain at that point, and your class will think you’re emotional about them.”

“Isabella! When did you get so good at this?” you had quipped.

Steve grasped your left hand with his right and gave it a gentle squeeze. His attention was on your beautiful profile the entire time, graduation be damned. He loved watching your little micro-expressions of pride and sadness and love. He took a swipe at a tear that escaped. You had turned to him then, all teary-eyed, and kissed his cheek softly in a quiet ‘thank you.’

Before long the graduation was over and the kids threw their mortarboards in the air with a series of whoops and hollers. You had already made Rebecca promise to call any time, or get an Uber, for the graduation party after. She found you in the crowd, watery smile on her face, and flash you a thumbs up. You brushed away a tear with a chuckle.

“You ready Mom?” Isabella asked. Steve squeezed your hand one last time and blew you a kiss as he headed to his car. You blew him a kiss back. “Mom!”

You turned to Izzy with a huge grin. “What?! I can’t moon after…”

“Not legally,” she deadpanned. You both laughed at the movie reference as you got into the car.

Present

You took a deep breath before staring back at Steve. He looked so handsome in his navy suit, white shirt bright underneath, and pink rose pinned to his lapel. The suit made his eyes look that much bluer, the tears brightening his eyes. You felt your own tears threatening to escape; you pinched a small corner of the handkerchief Isabella had pressed into your hand and dabbed at the corner of your eyes.

“You look incredible,” Steve whispered.

You blushed as you answered him back with a loving grin. “You look handsome.”

A throat cleared and the small group gathered chuckled.

“Would you like to add anything?”

“Sorry,” you and Steve apologized in unison.

“Thankfully it’s over so I can say: you may now kiss the bride!”

Steve took you in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before dipping you. The crowd hollered in appreciation. Isabella and Rebecca pretended to cover their eyes in mock embarrassment while James playfully grabbed Steve’s arm to pull him back up.

The party after had been a roaring success. With the help of Loki and your daughters, your backyard had turned into a wonderland: tented tulle, twinkling lights, and candles lit on every table. The cake was a three tiered creation of Isabella’s; plenty of people raved about the navy, pink, and white tiers, flavored to perfection.

“It’s time for the best man’s speech,” Loki announced. James stood up, with Isabella and Rebecca flanking him. You and Steve looked at each other, wondering what the kids were up to.

James started. “When Isabella and I were in high school, we always thought our parents should get together.”

Your face flushed as Isabella continued. “As much as we love, and miss our dad, we wanted our mom to be happy again. Baking seemed to be one of the two things that ever did that.”

Steve squeezed your hand under the table as Rebecca went next. “No matter what the three of us tried to come up with, they always seemed to avoid each other. Not on purpose either. The stars just never aligned very well.”

“Until our bake sale,” James continued. “Isabella, Rebecca, and I knew this was our one chance and things had started out ok, but Tony Stark had other ideas.” People giggled as Tony threw his head back and laughed. You and Steve both grinned at Tony.

“We all know Mr. Stark, and his penchant for wanting to be big and bold, and all five of us delivered on that,” Isabella held up a poster board with an image of the cake. Everyone nodded, remembering both the cake and their original reaction at its unveiling.

“I delivered on that, everyone else just helped,” Rebecca teased. James and Isabella both groaned good-naturedly, as you took a playful swat at your daughter. “But in the end, it was that cake that started this family’s newest chapter and all three of us are very blessed to be part of this awesome new family.” Rebecca’s voice wavered. Isabella squeezed her shoulder and took the mic.

“Please raise a glass and toast our parents, who taught us that love is worth waiting for, fighting for, and is never-ending. To the bride and groom!”

Glasses raised and clinking sounded as you leaned over and kissed Steve. “We have some pretty awesome kids,” Steve whispered as you pulled away.

You chuckled and pressed your forehead to his. “Yeah we do.”

FIN

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forwhycas · 5 years

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Love Thy Neighbor (part 7)

So here is part 7, little smutty, but mostly we find out more about Lacey, and get a lot of cuteness between her and Brian! Enjoy!!!!:)

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“Darling go down there to the front row, I wanna sing to you, and then I want you to sing back.”

Freddie led you on stage and you looked out to all the chairs, holy fuck, being up here without people was terrifying to you let alone with people. You walked down the stairs and walked to where Freddie wanted you. He sang out to you a few times and you yelled the lyrics back to him.

“Alright darling get your ass back up here, it’s time for you to treat us.”

He had the sheet music in his hand and was setting it up at the piano for you. You sat on the bench with Freddie beside you. The rest of the guys were all tweaking with their instruments. You started to play, but not the sheet music that was in front of you. Something your mom always played for you. Something you could never forget to play, she called it Lacey’s lullaby. Your eyes were closed as you played. When you opened them it was dead silent.

“What was that?”

Freddie asked, you smiled.

“My mom wrote that for me when I was younger, I guess I never forgot how to play it.”

You turned to see Freddie and looked at the rest of the guys, just staring at you.

“Anyways, you guys need to get back to rehearsing! I’ll be around……”

“Darling no, I want to hear you sing, sing the alphabet for all I care.”

“I told you guys I don’t sing!”

You did sing, you loved it, but it was your own private little skill. You never really sang in front of anyone, or for anyone, just yourself.

“I’ll play the piano, any melody you want, but singing is not in my skills set!”

Every one kept pestering you to sing so you started to play the sheet music to lights, to drown them out, after a few songs you got up from the bench and wondered to the front of the stage and sat down, soaking in the sun. Everyone carried on with what they were doing before, Freddie eventually handed you some ear plugs warning you that later on it was going to get loud, you’ve never seen them perform for such a large crowd, it was mostly theatres and concert halls, never a stadium. Hours passed and people started to gather. You were back stage in the guy’s dressing room sitting next to Mary.

“I can’t help but notice that necklace, Roger’s right?”

Your hand went down to touch it.

“Yea.”

“Oh you have a thing for him, I can tell.”

You laughed.

“You can tell? Tell what?”

“Your eyes just kind of brighten up when you two interact. You guys have something.”

“My eyes light up? That is the most cliché thing I have ever heard Marry!”

She shrugged her shoulders and you watched her go stand near Freddie. You looked over at Roger who was talking to some crew member, he caught you staring and started to walk over to sit next to you.

“So tomorrow is the day right? The big 24…..”

He sounded so unenthused, dull really.

“Roger are you making small talk with me?”

“Yes….”

“It’s ok to be nervous, hell I’m nervous when I have my art shows and those aren’t even a big deal.”

“Your art shows are a big deal! That’ something you love and get paid for……”

You reached for his hand which was shaking, he was nervous. Changing the topic, putting the attention on you instead of him.

“Rog, what can I do to…….”

He turned his head and kissed you, so quick it’s like it didn’t even happen. He got up and got on with getting ready. Just then a fully dressed and ready to go Brian sat down next to you. You sighed and lay down with your head in his lap, he looked down at you.

“You look very confused right now.”

“I have a lot of stuff going through my head.”

“Does it have anything to do with the other hickey on your neck?”

Your hand went to that spot and you sighed.

“Surprisingly no.”

You let out a sigh.

“Brian, are you nervous? Because I know Roger is but he’s too proud to admit it.”

This time he sighed.

“I get nervous all the time before going on stage, eventually it just wears off, ya know?”

You smiled up at him.

“Can I tell you something personal?”

He nodded down at you.

“When I was little I used to write plays for my family and I would cast my friends in them, we would use old stuff from the garage to make a set, I used to be so nervous when they were being performed, here I am 9 practically dying of nerves. I was 10 when my mom passed away, and I will never forget the first play I wrote after she died.”

You paused just to think about it.

“It was about a rabbit who got lost, and couldn’t find its way back home. Eventually the rabbit died because it was so sad, and I have never seen a group of people so moved by a 10 year old’s play, I’ve written countless ones before and I was always nervous. But that one I wasn’t because I realized I was only ever nervous of my mom’s reaction.”

You were smiling just thinking of her face lighting up when you would bow your tiny little head at the end of each play.

“Lacey I learn so much about you, how come you don’t open up like this to Roger? Hmm”

His arms were spread out across the back of the couch you were laying on. You looked up at him again.

“I don’t know. But for now, if it’s ok with you, one person at a time, ya know?”

“I really wish I could have seen one of your plays, I could have been the star of the show.”

He smiled down at you, and you looked over at Roger, who was already staring at you, he gave you the biggest smile when he saw you make eye contact with him.

“Alright lads, it’s about that time to start heading for main stage.”

You got up and immediately walked over to Roger, he was tweaking with his hair, nervous.

He looked at you in the mirror. Your hands reached out and started to play with his hair as well, he eventually turned to face you, so you just kissed him, in the overly crowded dressing room.

“Your gonna have a great show, I know it.”

You said after you pulled away.

“Oh yea?”

He was smirking at you and his hand slapped your ass. And off you guys walked with the rest of the gang to main stage, he reminded you to put your ear buds in, and he did as well. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and the boys went off. You and Marry had a blast from the side stage, dancing with each other and a few crew members. It was a long show, even though it was a normal set for them. The crowd really shocked the guys when they sang the lyrics back to them, even though English wasn’t their first language, it was beautiful.

“Roger your too sweaty, no, don’t you dare!”

Roger was chasing you around back stage soaking wet from after the show. Trying to get you to kiss him.

“Lacey please get your ass over here, just embrace it love! It’s rock and roll!”

“Fuck that, I am not about to be covered in sweat for the sake of rock and roll!”

He eventually got you, locking both of you in a bathroom. You were trying to catch your breath.

“I think you should take off your shirt.”

He said still slightly out of breath.

“I can’t, a friend of mine is letting me borrow it and I would hate for it to get ruined.”

Roger laughed, a breathless laugh, more like a huff.

“A friend? Friends fuck don’t they?”

You smiled and hopped up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

“Yea I guess they do.”

You were intently looking at him, reading into every move he made. Walking towards you, his hands that grabbed your knees and spread them apart, his body becoming close to yours, his hands grabbing at the thin material of the shirt and ripping it open, his lips on yours, him inside of you, moaning your name into thin air, your voice mixing in with his. It was all so fast, always so fast.

“I know fast sex is exciting, but I don’t think my legs can handle much more Roger. It’s been a while, and my legs are not as strong as they used to be.”

He laughed as he pulled his pants back up.

“I really enjoy your honesty, lets keep that going. When was the last time you fucked a guy?”

You thought back to your last relationship, it wasn’t a good one, but it was with a guy named Jason. So you answered.

“Like a year maybe?”

“Really? But you’re so hot!”

Roger helped you off the counter and you pulled your bikini bottoms up as well as your shorts.

“Thanks Rog.”

“When was the last time you’ve had sex with a woman?”

“6 months ago? Any more questions, would you like me to calculate how many times I’ve cum in the last 5 years?”

Roger laughed as he went to unlock the bathroom door.

“Yes actually that would very impressive. One final question, then we can head to the beach.”

Oh good he remembered.

“Continue…”

“How many times have you touched yourself while thinking of me?”

He was close to you, his arm was around your waist the other one pulling your face up to meet his.

“Many times, and you?”

“A lot”

“How many times is a lot?”

He laughed, and just started to kiss you again, deep, slow, needy. A good propper kiss.

“You are very good at that.”

“What am I good at?”

You pushed past him and back into the hallway.

“A lot of things, I would name them but it would boost your ego too much.”

He slapped your ass and you both made your way back to the dressing room with the rest of the guys.

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Vamps and Ghost Tramps .. or somethin’

This story comes from @gallavichb1tch ‘s awesome prompt about Halloween in the early days. Thank you for all likes, reblogs etc and thank you for reading :) Han xx

Ian grins as Mandy finishes applying the last flicks to his eye liner.

“There! Done!”

She steps back and admires her handy-work before sighing dramatically

“Why the fuck does God waste such gorgeous eyes on dudes?”

“What do you mean?”

Ian peers self-consciously into her mirror and blinks at his kohl rimmed reflection.

“You’ve got those perfect green eyes and even my stupid brother has that crazy pretty shade of blue and I just get weird hazel blobs like my fuckin’ dad.”

Mandy shakes her head sadly and then brightens, grabbing hair wax from the floor beside them

“OK, spiky or slick?”

Ian runs a hand through his thick ginger mop and shrugs. This is just a trial run for their trick or treat make up but Mandy is loving it so much and her excitement is kind of infectious.

“Um … what do you think?”

“Vampires can go either way.”

She tosses the little tub from hand to hand considering. There is a crash from the living room as the front door bangs open and Mandy’s face freezes, instantly watchful, listening intently.

“DAD?”

She calls, knuckles turning white on the hair product as she grips it. Ian stays silent but he is tensed and ready to either run or fight if he needs to. They aren’t doing anything wrong and they’re both fully clothed but this is the Milkovich house so innocence is no guarantee of safety. There is silence and then Mandy’s door swings open and Mickey Milkovich sticks his head around it, making them both jump.

“Nope, but bet you two assholes shit yourselves when you thought it was.”

“Fuck off, Mickey!”

Mandy throws the wax at him, missing in her fury and he grins through a mouthful of what seems to be chicken,

“Hey.”

Ian gives a dorky little wave and receives a brief frown and a middle finger, half covered in the too long sleeve of Mickey’s coat.

“What you doin’ anyway?”

His gaze keeps flicking back to Ian but he won’t fully meet his eye despite the dopey grin that the younger boy has on his face in greeting.

“Getting ready for Halloween.”

Ian pipes up as Mandy tries to kick the door shut in her brother’s face.

“Don’t talk to him, he doesn’t care, he’s just being a dick.”

She snaps, growling in frustration as Mickey shoves his way in and throws himself on the bed beside them.

“Get out of my room, douchbag!”

“Fuck you, bitch. I pay rent here, what the fuck do you contribute besides B.O and tampons in the trash.”

Mickey smirks pulling a box of chicken out from his parka pocket and tossing a piece at her. Mandy catches it and throws it back, hitting her brother square in the face. Mickey retaliates by wiping his greasy fingers on her pillow.

Mandy rolls her eyes and stands up. Mickey clearly isn’t going anywhere so it’s probably easiest to ignore him.

“You are such a fucktard. Ian, do you wanna drink?”

“Sure, whatever you have is fine.”

Ian nods. Mandy stands up and heads through to the kitchen

“Yeah, no, I’m fine, don’t fuckin’ ask me or anything!”

Mickey yells after her. She doesn’t reply and the silence in the bedroom is suddenly far too loud. Mickey shuffles uncomfortably and tongues at the healing scab of his latest split lip.

“You wanna bit?”

He doesn’t look at Ian but thrusts the box of chicken at him. It looks nasty, definitely cold and probably found rather than bought but Ian takes a small piece anyway, letting his fingertip graze Mickey’s hand.

“Thanks.”

Mickey jerks as if electrocuted and snatches his hand and box out of Ian’s reach

“Why you got fuckin’ make-up on?”

“Trick or Treat practice for Mandy. She said she didn’t have anyone to go with …”

“Yeah cause she ain’t got any friends and I’m not fuckin’ goin’. Shits for kids and crackheads.”

Mickey scoffs and Ian laughs, wiping his hand down his jeans to remove the food grease. Mickey’s lip quirks upwards, pleased to have made the red head laugh.

“Well I said I’d go with her. I’m not a kid or a crackhead though so …”

Ian shrugs and Mickey sets his teeth in his lower lip, considering.

“You definitely goin’?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be a vampire.”

Ian winces as he says it, aware that he sounds like a little kid and that is definitely not how he wants Mickey Milkovich to see him. Luckily, Mickey doesn’t seem to have noticed and nods as if this is completely normal thing to say

“Sure well you’re already pale as fuck. Might as well use it.”

The boys smile shyly at each other and Mickey seems about to say something else when Mandy is back and tossing Ian a can of iced tea.

“Are you just gonna sit there being a pain in the ass all day?”

“No. Why would I want to sit with you dicks?”

“So …?”

Mandy opens her eyes wide at her brother and jerks her head toward the door. Mickey reluctantly gets up and stomps toward the door, trying his best not to look bothered. He gets to the door, hesitates and then turns round and glares angrily at them both

“I’m gonna come trick or treating.”

He snaps and Ian notices his hands are lightly clenched, as if he is steeling himself against something.

“Fine, but you’re wearing a costume.”

Mandy tosses the comment over her shoulder, running her hands through Ian’s hair, the retrieved hair wax at her side. Mickey follows the movement of her fingers through the thick red depths with obvious jealousy though he quickly drops his gaze when Ian makes eye contact with him.

“I don’t have a fuckin’ costume. I’m just coming to keep you dickheads safe.”

“Safe from what?”

Mandy wrinkles her nose and Mickey gestures impatiently to the outside world.

“Assholes who think a slutty cat or whatever the fuck you’re clearly gonna go as and a ginger fuckin’ vampire are easy targets.”

“Whatever.”

Mandy rolls her eyes but makes a mental note to change her costume and go as a slutty witch instead, she fucking hates it when Mickey is right about anything.

“Oh, hey, what do you think for Ian’s hair? Spiky or slicked?”

Mickey scratches his nose, frown deepening

“What the fuck do I care?”

Ian gives Mickey a look of his own, gratified to see two small bright patches of colour appear on the older boy’s cheekbones.

“Slick, I want it slicked back. Slicked is sexier than spiked.”

“You’ll look fuckin’ gangsta.”

Mandy nods approvingly, pushing his fringe back from his forehead. Realising that they have lost all interest in him, Mickey wanders through to his room, dumps his coat and scarf and then heads into the bathroom and runs his fingers through his own dark, spiky hair. He’ll have to grow it out a bit but … maybe slicked would be okay. Not that he fuckin’ cares what Gallagher thinks but yeah … why the fuck not? He can slick his hair back if he wants, it’s nothing to do with any other prick. Nothing at all.

Ian gets to the Milkovich house early and Mandy is still getting ready. She pops her head around the bedroom door and tells Ian to grab a seat whilst she finishes up and he perches a little awkwardly on the sofa in the empty living room. Heavy metal is pumping from one of the bedrooms and the shower is running and Ian is uncomfortably aware of a framed black and white photo of Hitler looking down at him from one wall. He really hopes it is just Mickey and one of the brothers in the house. He doesn’t think Mandy would leave him out there if Terry was around but still …

The shower shuts off and the bathroom door wrenches open. Mickey steps into the hall, completely naked and dripping wet and all the anxieties fly from Ian’s mind as the blood rushes rapidly south from his brain.

Mickey is using a threadbare towel to roughly dry his face and hair, completely oblivious to Ian staring at him. His body is lithe, pale except for a few bruises here and there and he has the sweetest ass Ian has ever seen. It’s not that Ian hasn’t seen Mickey naked before, and he is definitely well enough acquainted with his ass but normally Mickey is either growling at him to hurry up or they are pressed so close together Ian can’t see much except for the back of Mickey’s head or the completely distracting blue of his eyes. Black hair and blue eyes. That is what Ian thinks of when he envisions Mickey.

Now though he drinks him in completely in the space of several heartbeats and Ian realises with something of shock that Mickey Milkovich is achingly beautiful. Reality clicks back into place with a thud and Ian knows that if Mickey catches him, he’s going to be seriously fucking embarrassed which means he’s going to be equally pissed off.

Ian takes one last look at the breadth of Mickey’s shoulders, the sturdy muscles of his legs and the curly thatch of dark hair circling his dick like a halo and with a superhuman effort, tears his eyes away and launches himself across the room, banging the front door open dramatically and yelling

“Mandy, I’m back!”

He hears a bedroom door slam and when he resumes his seat on the edge of the sofa, Mickey is gone.

Mandy does Ian’s make-up and with practised skill and speed and by the time they’re ready, Mickey is sat on the sofa, his usual baggy jeans and dirty coat, smoking.

“Where’s your costume?”

Mandy asks sharply, instantly exasperated at the fracture aesthetic of their troop. She is in fishnets, sparkly shorts and a velvet bodice that she lifted from the sex shop on tenth, she’s already freezing but the startled and possessive look her big brother gives her as he looks up tells her that it’s going to be worth it.

“No fuckin’ way are you goin’ out in that.”

“Fuck you. I look amazing!”

“You look naked.”

Mickey snaps and then shakes his head irritably.

“You look like a damn tramp!”

Mandy quips back

“You’re gonna freeze your tits off and fuck you if you think I’m givin’ you my jacket.”

“I don’t want your piss-smelling jacket. Where is your costume?”

Mickey huffs an impatient breath through his nose and lifts up a plain white pillow case.

“Mickey …”

Mandy’s shoulders slump at the same time as his hunch defensively

“I’m a fuckin’ ghost … or Klan member … I don’t give a shit. It’s a fuckin’ costume, alright?”

“At least it covers your face. People see the local menace at the door they’re not gonna open up.”

Mandy sighs and Mickey flips her off nonchalantly

“I bet they can’t wait to open up for the local teen skank.”

“Hey!”

Ian glowers at Mickey who bugs his eyes, eyebrows raised in a gesture of surprise

“You got something to say, Gallagher?”

“Yeah, don’t call her a skank.”

Ian has his jaw set in that stubborn way that Mickey is coming to know pretty well and he rolls his eyes

“Whatever. You assholes ready?”

“Has that thing at least got eye holes?”

Mandy asks and Mickey looks momentarily flustered then puts the case across his lap and uses his cigarette to burn a couple of holes in the fabric, adding another for his mouth and grinning that shockingly perfect white smile at them both

“Does now.”

Despite his annoyance Ian can’t help but smile and the three of them set off into the Halloween night.

At first Mickey hangs back, letting Mandy and Ian skip up steps and ring door bells, he has a smoke poking out of the mouth hole of his pillowcase mask and although he doesn’t realise it, he actually looks pretty cool. The three of them share sips from a bottle of rum that Mandy found in a kitchen cupboard, no doubt stashed there immediately prior to one of Terry’s blackouts. Ian finds himself pulling closer to Mickey as the alcohol warms his blood and Mandy tucks herself to his other side.

The only one not swaying is Mickey and he has a whole other set of tremors coursing through his body.

Every time Gallagher bumps his elbow it sets his nerves skittering in all manner of directions and he can smell him even through the hair product and rum on his breath, that perfect scent that is all Ian’s own.

If he wasn’t so damn happy to be close to the red head, Mickey would be royally pissed. He specifically bashed one out with Angie Zahgo that afternoon to try and help him play it cool around Gallagher. He’d been so focussed on the memory of bright green eyes, made wider and brighter by the artificial black liner around them, that he’d even managed to make Angie sigh in contentment as opposed to her usual expressionless rocking.

But it hadn’t really worked because each time Ian looks across at him, his face covered in that sloppy grin, Mickey’s jeans pull a little tighter and the stupid plastic fangs that sit wonkily over Gallagher’s canines make Mickey think all kinds of kinky shit that he had no idea lurked inside his mind until just now.

It’s confusing and ordinarily Mickey would have shoved him away but there is something freeing about the pillowcase mask, the fact that no one can see he face, no one can read his happiness or his desire, not even Gallagher, so he lets the kid stay close and even tolerates a clumsily slung arm around his shoulders for a few moments before it gets too much and he has to move away.

Mandy stops, needing to adjust her fishnets which are trying to cut off circulation to one toe. Ian has his arms around her, propping her up whilst she fiddles with her shoe.

Up ahead a group of kids turn on one of their friends. There is a scuffle in which the lone kid tries to run but the others grab him and candy spills out of his plastic pumpkin basket across the side-walk. Mickey gives a small laugh but Ian makes a noise of distress.

“Oh! Shit! He’s gonna lose all his stuff!”

“Next time he won’t try to run like a little bitch.”

Mickey grunts but Ian is looking really upset for some reason and clearly wants to help. It’s something Mickey doesn’t understand about him at all, this always wanting to help people. Sometimes you just gotta accept that someone is probably fucked and just leave them to it, take care of yourself and move on but to Ian that way of thinking is completely foreign and he turns to Mickey with huge, upset eyes, made a little bloodshot by the booze

“What?”

“Can’t you help him? I would but …”

Ian gestures to his armful of drunken, shoe-less Mandy and Mickey frowns behind the cotton of his mask. He never knows what to do when Gallagher does this to him and it’s becoming more and more frequent.

Something happens, maybe some small stupid shit like this kid with his sweets and Gallagher turns and looks at Mickey like he’s some fuckin’ hero with all the answers and the means to fix shit. It’s weird and uncomfortable because if Gallagher had any real clue about Mickey he would realise that Milkovich’s break shit, they don’t fuckin’ fix it.

But Gallagher doesn’t seem to get that at all and he is still looking at Mickey, wanting more from him and Mickey doesn’t have the power to say no. He doesn’t even try.

“Fuck sake.”

He stomps toward the gaggle of kids, all around ten or eleven and grabs the fallen bucket from the hands of one and shoves it back into the frantic hands of it’s rightful owner.

“Right, all you little fuckers give this shitbag back his fuckin’ candy.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

One blonde haired zombie asks insolently and Mickey snatches his pillow case off

“Oh shit! It’s Milkovich!”

Mickey doesn’t think he has ever seen kids hand over candy quite so quickly and feels a weird little spasm of pride before remembering that he is kind of literally taking candy from babies. It might be so he can give it to a different baby but still… not cool.

He frowns and waves his hands, the pumpkin bucket is looking pretty healthy again and the kid holding it, some sort of werewolf missing an ear, looks happy enough.

“Right, okay … hey! Fuck! I didn’t say give him all of it. Jesus. Okay. Now fuck off.”

The children scatter and Mickey turns to the boy he rescued.

“Thanks Mickey!”

“You can fuck off too. Next time someone shoves you, you fuckin’ hit em back.”

He shakes his head at the absurdity of having to explain such a thing, takes a Reeces cup from the pumpkin bucket for his trouble, and marches back toward Ian and Mandy who are watching him with amusement.

“Aww! That was cute!”

“Fuck off.”

Mickey snaps at his sister, slipping his pillowcase back on. Ian hangs back a little as Mandy skips ahead, already looking to go to the next house, and taking a deep breath, he slips his hand into Mickey’s pocket, squeezing his fingers lightly. He feels Mickey tense but Ian removes his hand before Mickey can push him off and simply murmurs “Thank you.” before running to catch up with Mandy.

Mickey licks his lip and rubs the pad of his thumb over the tingling place on his palm that Ian just touched and smiles behind his mask, suddenly very glad he came.

“Hold up, douchbags!”

He yells and takes off down the street after them. A couple of vamps and a ghost tramp … or somethin’.

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