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tyo-mimt · 6 months

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@kittencatcool @rottmnt-secret-gifting Thank you so much for the gift! I am so sorry this took so long to post, but I hope that this was worth the wait! I had a lot of fun writing it out so I hope you enjoy it!

(It is longer than I expected; I had to put the Keep Reading tab there)

"I'm not too much for you, right?"

April froze, looking up from the open bag of spray canisters and art supplies to face Mikey properly. The box turtle halted his work on the mural, fidgeting with the cap on his spray canister as he waited for her answer. He stared directly at her with a look she only recognised on a much younger Mikey.

"Whoa, what brought this up?" April asked lightheartedly, putting the bag down. She immediately regretted the teasing, watching him crumple in on himself, looking just about ready to retreat into his shell.

Her big sister instincts kicked in, and she was quick to place a hand on his shoulder assuringly. With an apologetic look on her face, she backtracked from her dismissive teasing and tried again. “Sorry, sorry—what's going on, big guy?"

"I- Hmm…" Mikey chewed on the inside of his cheek. She exhales, sitting down and patting down the spot in front of her to invite him to sit. He took the spot, crossing his legs and letting out a weighted sigh.

There was a moment of silence between them. For the other guys it would've been normal, but it was always unsettling whenever Mikey did it. Not to say that he was a lot, but a quality April always appreciated was how the box turtle was always ready to share how he felt. But at that moment, it felt like the brothers' inability to talk about their problems was passed down to Mikey. And April O'Neil wasn't gonna let that happen!

To draw the turtle out of his shell (pun intended), she needed a different approach…

Her eyes drifted to the bag they brought. Fishing out a few papers and crayons from the bottom, she laid them out in front of Mikey. "You know I'll never force you to talk… But I do wanna know what's going on with you. And I do know that you do wanna tell me."

Mikey looked down at the pages, before looking back up at April. There's a turbulent expression on his face as if he's doubtful about the idea. April responded, "Come on, Doctor Feelings. Didn't you say art's also a valid way to express how you feel?"

Hesitantly, he reached out and grabbed one of the crayons. He still looked unsure. "It doesn't have to be something fancy like the mural; it could be a doodle or a sketch.”

Uncomfortable on the asphalt surface but all the more grateful for the suggestion, Mikey began doodling away at the page. He first drew Splinter's shape in his colours, then Draxum's. Red exclamation marks and sharp jagged lines covered the borders of the page. At some point, Mikey began tearing up. His tears added to the crude drawing, and April silently gathered the pieces of her shattering heart.

She didn't know, and she doubted anyone else noticed, too.

In the end, she was left with a messy, slightly crumpled, tear-stained sketch, a quietly sobbing Mikey, and an impression of what was happening.

April sighed, picking up the drawing and smoothing out the creases, "How do the others feel? About this?"

He answered quicker than before.

"Donnie doesn't care, Raph and Leo try to stay out of it, and I'm the only one who tries to do anything about it," Mikey's head sank a little into his shell, "I get that families are supposed to argue sometimes but... With Dad, with Draxum... It feels like all they do is fight!"

April reached her arms out, offering a hug. Mikey leaned into her embrace, wiping away rogue tears with the back of his hand. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm the only one who cares..."

April rubbed the back of his shell in reassuring circles. Eventually, she spoke, "At first, I was honestly kinda on the fence about Draxum being part of the family, but living in the same building as him, studying in the same school he works at, even having the few conversations we have with him... It's made me come to appreciate him, and well, the more the merrier, right?"

Mikey looked up at her. She wiped away the rest of his tears with her sleeve, "Just saying... If you weren't there, I think we would've missed out on a very welcome addition to the family."

She beamed, "You have a knack for bringing people together! It's never too much—if anything, it's perfect because it's you! Never forget that."

"You mean it?"

"I wouldn't mess with you, Mikey," April assured, hand to her chest, "cross my heart and hope to die."

Mikey laughed and April let out a sigh of relief. He sprung onto his feet and the girl followed.

"Wanna get this mural done?" she asked. Mikey picked up his spray canister, looking at the unfinished piece then back at April.

"Can I... keep talking about my feelings while we continue?" he asked.

April's heart warmed as her smile widened. "Of course, I'll always be happy to listen!"

The sound of soldering tools clattering onto the table drew April away from her homework daze. Her head spun toward the source of the sound, and she saw it there: Donnie’s defeated silhouette hunched over the table with an array of tools and gadgets littering the desk.

Rolling her chair gently over to Donnie, she tapped on his battle shell to remind him of her presence. He tensed, immediately snapping his head to face her with wide eyes and immediately relaxing the moment he realised it was just her. There were the victories and exhaustion of being an inventor, the joys and pains of a craft so meticulously developed that burning out left a gaping hole in his plastron.

He turned back to the desk, immediately slumping. His arms were folded on the desk and he buried his head in them. April could only sit next to him, leaning against his arm, "You okay, Dee?"

Donnie paused. It lasted a while, and neither he nor April moved for a long time. She expected it to last all night; in which the only way she could help was to put her back on his shoulder and remind him that she’d be there. Instead, she felt him shudder and shake.

Those sobs were involuntary but were real nonetheless.

She didn't turn her head but leaned it back to assure him of her judgment-free presence. He was wounded, defeated, and angry—the sobs that wracked his shuddering frame reminded her of that. She opened her mouth to let out her assurances but stopped herself when Donnie was the first to speak.

"Tech is easy, it's supposed to be—as in, it's predictable and modifiable. Every variable is something I control and every unwanted result can be easily remedied with a few repairs of a few lines of code."

He paused, letting in a shuddering breath before letting it out. Not wanting to betray his trust, her eyes remained trained on the wall of existing tech Donnie had hung on the wall. A wall of his past and present glories.

"But sometimes, it doesn't cooperate. Wires get in the way, code becomes illegible, and every mistake I've made prior piles up to become a bigger problem."

Donnie leaned against her; she buckled under his weight but kept upright. Realising his mistake, he turned himself and April around. She looked at him, the tears at the edge of his eyes and the way he just left them there... As if he didn't know what to do with them.

"I'm sure you remember what I said, back in Witch Town," Donnie murmured, stiffening himself and holding the arms of his chair tight, "I'm the science guy. If I can't do that… If I keep messing up… Or if my fixes only get us into even more trouble then... Then what good am I?"

"Donnie," April started to get his attention. He didn’t look up to face her, but he didn’t evade her sight either. It was still something.

Tentatively, she guided one of his hands off the chair and squeezed his fingers reassuringly; an invitation to an embrace if he'd want one. He didn't move, but he didn't pull away, "You know you're more than just your tech. You’re not just the science guy, you're Donnie: the guy who loves to dance, the thespian out of all of us, and most importantly, our brother…"

He didn't seem convinced. Judging by the look on his face, this wasn't a long-term assurance that he'd be able to internalise. Even then, he leaned his head on her shoulder, letting April's hands squeeze his. This was probably the closest thing she'd get to a hug for the night.

"I'll keep reminding you as much as you need, okay? Donatello Hamato, you're always gonna be amazing, with and without your tech."

He made a defeated nearly inaudible murmur, but April would still consider it a win. She chuckled briefly, sighing.

"You know, you'll be more comfortable if you sleep in a proper bed."

He muttered something unintelligible, his free hand gesturing half of what he was saying (she couldn't even see with her positioning anyway). She got the gist of it though: he couldn't move. Or rather, he didn't want to. She chuckled.

"Fine, at least let me sit in your chair. It looks comfier," she teased. Much to her surprise, the softshell pulled back and moved a little, leaving April a small opening to squeeze into. She was lucky he didn't take up too much space on the seat as she folded comfortably into the space she was given.

She was glad her brother was so warm. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with both little regard for personal space and the least physical contact possible, she felt Donnie was the first to doze off. His head leaned on her shoulder, and she didn't need to look to know he was already down for the count.

"We love you, Donnie. Don't ever forget that."

A centuries-long feud between two clans finally met its end, but there was always an aftermath. More often than not, that aftermath was a fallout.

The old lair was trashed by the Shredder, and April nearly got lost in the city trying to find the new location. She had it easy, considering she wasn’t the one to have lost the childhood home her brothers grew up in and lived for so much of their lives in.

That wasn't her only focus though; something else plagued her mind, and it was something she should've discussed long ago.

"Hey, Raph, can we talk?"

The snapping turtle turned his head up to face April; she struggled to hide the grimace on her face. Barring the heavy bags under his eyes and the fresh wounds scattered around his body from the fight a week ago, Raph let slip a grave expression. Not a split second later, the big guy was already sporting a large smile, even if every other part of his body portrayed the opposite.

"Oh, sure!" It was his usual level of enthusiasm, just enough to put anyone at ease. However, with what April's seen, it’s hard to believe he was completely genuine.

April sat on the couch, tapping the space next to her. Raph dropped the boxes he was carrying (they made a surprisingly loud thud on the ground) before walking over. He was slow to sit down, making sure his sudden added weight on the cushion didn't cause her to go airborne.

She let out a sigh, looking up at the snapping turtle before speaking, "You uh... you remember how you guys unlocked your ninpo, right?"

She saw Raph bristle, as if recounting the events of that fateful day within that split second, but he kept his small smile intact. "Yeah."

April leaned against him, splaying her arms out and wrapping them around him; their size difference made it difficult to give him the same hug he could easily give others, but she gave it her best attempt anyway, even if Raph wouldn't notice. "You know you could talk to us, right?"

"Of course! Raph tries to, but... you know there are some things we shouldn't share..." Raph seemed to trail off there.

April raised an eyebrow. "Like?"

"Well, Raph's the oldest. I had to make sure everyone got out of that situation alive…"

She didn't like where this was going.

"And Raph had to keep it together, 'cause if I didn't, we all… who else would've…"

It was too much to put on a kid…

"Raph just wants to keep everyone safe…"

April could feel him begin to shake as he trailed off; he was holding back. She looked up, and the snapping turtle wasn't hiding his tears. Her face shifted to a solemn smile.

Raph may be an immovable mountain and April may also be a tiny human two-thirds his size. But she's also April O'Neil! And she wasn't going to let a size difference stop her from getting her point across!

She clamoured onto the table, using the added height to get in front of him and look at him at eye level. He looked up at her, eyes glazed. All she needed was his attention, at least for that moment. "The world needed a hero... but that was too much to put on a kid."

He looked away, "Raph wasn't a kid."

April pulled his gaze back to face her, her palms wiping away any tears he'd neglected to wipe away. "But Raph's younger than April, and that makes him a kid by default."

That made him laugh a little, a tired kind of laugh but one seething with an easy relief she'd never heard from him before. She continued, "Point is, you've played the hero... It's over. So now, you're allowed to just be a kid again."

She opened her arms up, and Raph immediately took the gesture as an embrace. Her spine was on the verge of cracking, but what were a few fractures for a hug anyway?

"Just be Raph, my big little brother," she finalised, "My big little brother who'll tell me if things are getting hard. M'kay?"

"Okay."

She smiled at that.

"Now, you'll also tell me if you need help moving stuff, right?"

"There's nothing much left."

April eyed the pile of boxes Raph carried around. It may not be that heavy to him, but she wasn't hallucinating when that thud sounded like an earthquake. She was quick to rush over to the pile, picking up a pile of boxes on the top. They had their heft, but it wasn't as heavy as she initially thought.

"Hey now, starting now, your big sister’s helping you out; this is the least I can do!"

Leo finally woke up and, unsurprisingly—on the count of a human's life being very busy, especially after an alien invasion, April was the last to see him. And because of her brand of April O'Neil luck, she walked in while he was sleeping.

She brought a few Jupiter Jim comics she borrowed before the whole Krang situation happened. She specifically brought the ones she knew Leo favoured, quietly wondering to herself why Leo let her borrow them in the first place.

April waited, not wanting to wake the slider up when he needed recovery. A part of her was ready to leave and try her luck when her schedule freed up again, only for a voice to stir her out of her dazed stupor. "April?"

"Leo!" She dashed in for a hug, immediately tracking back to leave him some space to breathe, "Ah! Sorry! Are you okay?"

She took a better look at Leo: it's easy to see, he'd certainly seen better days. Even then, he wore an easy smile. "I'm fine, never been better! Okay, well, I have but… You get it."

April let out a relieved sigh, wearing a melancholic smile. "Okay, good. Now…"

She was ready to yell, and Leo braced for it. Her face immediately fell, and she could imagine he already had this reaction with the guys. Maybe together, maybe individually, maybe with Splinter or either Caseys… It didn't matter. At that moment, she wanted to be selfish; she was also someone who was terrified and hurt and scared. She was the one holding a weeping Splinter when they thought they'd lost Leo. Forever.

It wouldn’t have been fair to him though. She sighed, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Her words came out weaker than she'd have liked, but at least they came out, "Don't... ever do that again."

She heard Leo chuckle as one of his arms raised to embrace her. "I'll try."

"Promise me."

"If I did, I'd’ve made that promise to everyone now," He chose his words carefully. It sounded like a tease, something to clown about, but he tried to distract away from his skirting around the promise. As if he wasn't sure he could keep it.

She didn't move back to confront him, to stare him down or to scold him; the guys had probably already had their turn anyway.

So she instead let out an exhale and leaned more comfortably against him. She forgot just how warm her brothers could be. "Can you at least tell me why you did that?"

He paused, hesitant (who wouldn’t be?), but spoke his piece anyway. He spoke as if this line of questioning was repeated over and over again, and that her questioning was the thing that broke his silence. "It's simple. It was either me or the world... And well, you guys were part of that world, so the choice was easy..."

"You're also part of that world."

"I endangered that world… I put all of you at risk!" The reply came quicker than she'd like; it was defensive, hurt. Something cold dripped onto the fabric of her shoulders, heavy and damp. April didn't dare interrupt. "If it wasn’t for me, there wouldn't have been a world to save..."

His tone felt angrier.

"There's a reality out there that ended because of something that I did…"

But his voice grew more desperate.

"And I'd rather die than let the world end twice!"

She did pull away this time. And she saw a glimpse of it: the kid who saw the end of his world; the kid who’d find an eternity of isolation preferable to that… as long as that world remained safe. He was quick to roughly rub his eyes with the palm of his hand. April grabbed his arm, gently guiding it downward.

"You stopped the apocalypse... You saved the world... And that's worth celebrating! But what we're asking you to do is to never sacrifice yourself again..." April gently wiped his lingering tears away, "You said it yourself... Between ourselves and the world, we’d choose the world. We all would've rather braved the end of the world with you than continue living without you, ‘cause our world isn’t complete without a Leo in it."

"You guys could do without me..."

"Hey now! Whoever told you that’s a liar, we’d be lost without you!" April grabbed his cheeks, pulling his face to meet her eyes. Strangely enough, it reminded her of a simpler time, before they had anything to do with anything mystic-related. Those times were long gone, either for better or for worse, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world, "You're worth more to us than you think, Leo... Please don't forget that."

She watched the small smile crawl onto his face. It wasn't tired or forced; it was involuntary, and that was all she needed. She let go, and it was Leo who initiated a one-armed hug. She smiled and gladly took the offer.

Time for a little fun.

"Also, the next person who says something bad about you's gonna get April O'Neil'd. And my bat doesn't discriminate against bedridden turtles."

It rained that night.

She walked up to the basketball court of her apartment. She wasn't about to skip out on a game just because of a little downpour!

Out in her raincoat, she picked up a ball and dribbled it amateurishly across the court. At least she was getting better... She threw the ball upward, wincing when it hit the edge of the backboard instead.

In a brilliant flash of her classic April O'Neil luck, the ball bounced off the edge and fell off the building. She didn't even try to run for it; it wouldn't be worth falling off the complex just for a ball, but she knew she'd have to go down anyway... By herself. Fun.

Steeling herself for the walk of shame, she turned to the roof entrance before pausing. The gentle tapper of a ball bouncing back up onto the rooftop court took her out of her daze. April turned to the source of the sound—she picked the ball up and walked over to where she thought she dropped it.

Peering over the edge, she stopped herself from screaming in terror when she saw it at first: four dark silhouettes of different sizes (three of them larger than herself) obscured by the alleyway's shadows, cartoonish yet intimidating white eyes staring right up at her.

Instead of running for the hills, she swallowed her initial hesitancy and gave the figures a nervous smile. "So... Thanks for the catch... Wanna try a game?"

There were whispers, then a flurry of movement towards her. She barely even had time to react before the silhouettes moved out of her sight to the rooftop behind her. She whirled her head around, unsure what she was expecting.

Four humanoid turtles towered in front of her. The largest of the four reached out, and April didn't even flinch when she realised he was taking the ball. "What are we thinking, boys?"

The one with a blue mask looked over the red one's shoulder, "Oh, hey! We know this one!"

The purple one peeked over Red’s other shoulder, "It appears to be a baské ball."

"You mean basketball?" Blue deadpanned.

“I said it right.”

“No one in the world says it like that!”

The orange turtle took the ball from Red, flipping over him with surprising dexterity and looking up and down at her. "You're serious about a match with us?"

Red chimed in, gesturing vaguely to their whole being, “Even with this whole situation?”

The girl blinked. It was a surprise, and maybe a little scary in the beginning, but these turtles were just... dorks. Her confused tight-lipped look shifted to a pleasant smile, "Well, yeah! If y'all already know the rules, let's start!"

"Up-pup-pup-pup-pup! Hold on, we need teams first," Blue butted in, "I say we do Rock, Paper, Scissors and whoever loses gets stuck with Donnie."

Purple (Donnie, she's assuming) placed a hand on his chest? Plastron? "Scoff! You all underestimate the value a mathematically gifted mind can provide!"

"The last time we played, you got the ball stuck in the hoop!"

"And I was also the one who got it out, Nardo!"

"Take it easy, fellas," Red grabbed the bickering turtles by the top of their shells, "Let's just let the human decide teams!"

"Good idea, the one who knows the least about us picks the teams," Donnie said. She genuinely couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not.

Orange hopped over to her, rolling his eyes with the ball still in hand. "Don't mind them. Oh, we almost forgot to ask—what’s your name?"

She froze for a moment when the smallest turtle jutted his arm out. She took it quickly, "It's April! April O'Neil."

"April!" Orange echoed, before pulling away and hopping to the side of the other three turtles, "I'm Mikey, this one's Leo, the big one's Raph, and the one about to bite Leo is Donnie."

April blinked before laughing, "You guys are fun! All right, seeing as you make Donnie out as the weakest in B-ball, he'll be on my team—the winning team!"

She pulled the purple turtle by the sleeve. She noticed the way he jerked a little and tried to avoid her contact (fair enough), and she left their contact at that. The other three laughed.

"Oh? You underestimating us, O'Neil?" Leo smirked in defiance.

April crossed her arms, mirroring his competitive expression. "Sounds like you're underestimating me. I'm the queen of this court, you'll see!"

Mikey (as he called himself) pushed himself between April and Leo. "All right, all right, enough banter! Let's get this show on the road!"

He threw the ball into the air, and the game officially began. None of them knew any of the rules and played according to the stuff they saw on television. April may be amateurish, but it turned out the Turtles had no idea what they were doing. April was small and nimble enough to steal the ball from their dribbles, and the only one who was able to match her throwing accuracy was Leo.

Nevertheless, they all sucked at the game, but it was the most fun she had.

#writing #rottmnt #rottmnt trick or treat exchange #rottmnt trick or treak exchange 2023 #rottmnt april #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo

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nonuggetshere · 1 year

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Hi! I’m sorry this is a bother, but I’m curious of the Hollow King au. The art work for it looks amazing and I love seeing PV having happiness and PK deciding to take on the Radiance to spare them the pain by being a responsible parent.

I’m sorry for asking. I was just curious. Have nice day/evening.

Not a bother at all!

It actually isn't my AU but my bestie's, @bluethepearldiver, but to summarise;

Pale King was planning to go with the original vessel plan, but after carrying part of the eggs he started to have doubts. When they were heading to put the eggs in the abyss, he was holding one of them (Hallow's egg) when the hatchling inside moved. That made him break and he immediately called off the plan and ordered for the eggs to be brought back to White Lady.

So she took care of their eggs while he started to work on finding a new plan. He eventually decided to turn himself into a vessel instead, via a combination of torture to break his spirit and consuming void.

For now though, he focused on raising his children.

He was with them until they were 10, at which point he left to enact his plan. The kids didn't take it well, especially Hallow who was terrified of taking on the mantle of the king when they come of age and learning how to follow in his footsteps without him. They actually yell at him that they hate him, which they regret for the rest of their life.

Hallow was crowned on their 18th birthday, the same day their father would be sealed. They held a funeral for the old king, and Hallow and White Lady went all out. Hallow even made a new holiday to commemorate their father.

Years pass as normal, but the infection eventually returns just like in canon. Hallow immediately throws themself into work, trying to find a solution to it, and just like their father many years before they start looking into void as a solution. Their experiments lead to mild void poisoning and their hands being permanently stained, which they hide with gloves. They also get into arguments with their mother, saying their father's plan was stupid and she should have stopped him; now they and their sibling lost a dad and Hornet lost both her parents, for nothing.

Hallownest falls just like in canon, but instead of retreating to the dream realm with their palace Hallow patrols their former kingdom along with their sister. It goes pretty much the same as in canon, as far as I'm aware; Ghost who had became a traveller returns home and with the help of their siblings breaks their father free. Hallow picks their father up and rushes to get him medical help as infection slowly dies around them.

The Pale King wakes up sometime later in the hospital while the kingdom is recovering, the curtains are always closed in his room so he can't see the state of Hallownest. Hallow and their siblings are busy assisting the survivors and rebuilding the kingdom, but they obviously find fine to visit him, especially when they hear he woke up.

When they first meet and Pale King has that puzzled, blank look on his face Hallow's afraid he really is hollow after all but nah, in reality, they just grew so much he didn't recognise them. Once he does though it's all tearful hugs and apologies.

Pale King slowly heals along with the kingdom, but while he healed physically he's still yet to recover mentally, and after having a panic attack after meeting a moth Hallow's dating, he comes to the realisation he needs help. His family stage an intervention and help him find a therapist and he leaves to another kingdom, accompanied by Grimm and his troupe (imagine packing up to check yourself into a mental hospital and your ride turns out to be a fucking clown car), and he leaves with Dryya as his guard. It takes him roughly 5 years to return.

Also, before he left he and White Lady had another kid named Hope. And during these 5 years he went and killed the Nightmare's Heart so now Grimm is the God of nightmares instead of it.

After they return it's mostly cute domestic stuff. PK's family is horrified to find out he started dating Grimm (except for Ghost, who's ecstatic to have grimmchild as their new sibling, literally the only two people happy about this outcome tbh)

#asks #thylacines can talk #hollow king au

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 months

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Me: Oh thank God exams are over, nothing is worse than that, let's read LBAF

LBAF: ✨️Pain✨️ aka: bitch you hope you still had exams (and I do)

Dani I love you but what on earth was that? And it kept getting worse? Like I had notes about one chapter and reading the next made everything worse? And after reading last night's chapter I want to talk about nothing but my sweet little sunshine snake boy?? Oh Arthur my Arthur you will be missed☀️🐍(until Dani brings you back because if he doesn't come back I will sue).

So, putting everything else on hold for my AJ, like he deserves: I read this book a few years ago, where the day two twins were born, a prophecy was created that the pure one would fall because of the other and because the one was more beautiful they assumed she was the doomed one. So they treated her perfectly and the other one like trash because they thought they knew who they would lose in the end. Of course it turns out they were wrong and all those years they were worried about losing the wrong kid. And I swear when I read it I was so shocked and I thought well next time I'll recognize that plot. Hat's off to you, I didn't recognise it!

I mean, it passed my mind a few times but not like this.Definately not. Caught between Kincaid and Lance perhaps and getting injured, but Lucifer stabbing Arthur to trigger the prophecy was not in my bingo card. Because the two big questions we had and kept getting asked is now answered. Lance can blame Kincaid for losing precious time with Arthur and Kincaid can blame Lance for not protecting Arthur or Arthur dying just for Lance to destroy. Point is, they have solid reasons to hurt one another. What the hell??

But also, so many questions: The different dimensions Arthur saw : first IALS( love that IALS Arthur saw nothing wrong with Jaden/David relationship but LBAF Arthur saw David not melting into Max and went yep that's not dad) then TLND, what was the third one? FMF? Also, the dreams of David and Max crying, was that after his death? He never once mentions what he does in those dreams is it because he is not in them? What about the boy crying? At first, I thought it was David with Albert but you said he can only see the future, is it someone from the future? OH! It could be Arthur himself because he doesn't die he goes somewhere else like David and Rafael (I'm wearing my pink glasses, denial is running through me)

Aslo were there just dreams about the future in the LBAF universe or from other univeries too? Are Arthur's abilities what helped Other Max crack time travel? Is Other Max walking in other dimensions like Arthur or just knows about them because of warlock math?

Honorable mentions

Let's not forget Azazel's looking for powerful blood from eldest curses while Max is selling his blood

To all Hermes supporters: Let's not forget how many times it's been hinted that the Clave trials don't hold a candle to the warlock ones and if Max/Other Max goes to trial Hermes will give out the sentence. I'm sorry but if I have to pick one morally gret warlock to thirst after support I'm picking Max.

Aby putting Madeleine in her place- making Izzy proud and Antoine horny I bet (we readers are a combination of the two I think- I know I was).

That's all I can think without crying. I declare this day the international Love Arthur Jackson Lightwood-Bane day. ☀️💛

PS: Not Lance's last memories of Arthur being him yelling at his brother, Max's being mad at his son and Kincaid's being letting Arthur down and breaking his promise. Bad, this is all BAD.

HELLOOOOOOO.

Congrats on finishing your exams! 💛 Proud of you for making it through and then bingeing all these chapters (how did you do that anyway omg)

That book you mentioned was so fucked up. LIKE THEY MADE THAT DECISION BASED ON HOW THE KIDS LOOKED? I-OKAY THEN.

Let me try to answer SOME questions.

The third dream/vision he saw was Lance and Arthur's room in the Other timeline. I think Other Max mentions somewhere that they lived in a small apartment (after they moved out of the institute) and Lance and Arthur shared a room.

If Arthur doesn't mean what he is doing in a dream, it's most definitely because he isn't there. Most of the time, his dreams are about other people, not himself.

The boy under the bed is not Arthur.

Other Max's abilities/knowledge is no way connected to Arthur's abilities.

Okay, that is all for now. Hope you get some rest because you deserve it after all the hard work!!!! LOVE YOU.

#lbaf

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lilapplesheadcannons · 11 months

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Chapter 10: The stages of a failed break-up

Jiang Cheng was feeling irritated. Classes after lunch in this heat were a nightmare. Dust particles glistened in the sunlight in the stuffy classroom. He was feeling drowsy. Nie HuaiSang's lanky body was draped listlessly across the next desk. It never failed to amuse Jiang Cheng how Nie HuaiSang was catching up with his brother in height. He was still a beanpoll though. MingJue-ge could easily throw HuaiSang like a discus.

Clearly, not everyone minded the summer heat. Wei Wuxian reached across and poked Lan Wangji's cheek. Jiang Cheng groaned. That idiot is going to spend the period standing outside the class if teacher Lan catches him bothering his precious cabbage. Again!

Speaking of the devil. Lan Qiren walked through the doorway, glaring imperiously for the buzz of the students to settle down.

"A-Cheng!"

Jiang Cheng squawked in indignation. First of all, it was a family name. Nobody called him that except Jie and dad and Wei Wuxian. Secondly, it was obvious nepotism for that man to pick on him instead of Wei Wuxian just because Wei Wuxian was married to his nephew...Um, what?

Cool fingers touched Jiang Cheng's forehead. "A-Cheng!"

Jiang Cheng blinked in confusion. His bleary eyes took time to focus on-

"Dad! You're back!"

Jiang Fengmian smiled, "I am back!"

Jiang Cheng jumped up from the bed, "Why didn't you say you're coming back? I could have left."

Jiang Fengmian's smile dimmed. Then he beamed again, "Which would be a pity because you'd miss my ultra special pancake."

Jiang Cheng followed him to the kitchen.

"You are out of eggs, though. I finished the last one yesterday."

"Don't worry," Jiang Fengmian pointed at grocery bags on the floor, "I went shopping. You didn't finish the milk as well, did you? It was past its expiry date when I left."

"Why would you leave expired milk in the fridge?" Jiang Cheng grumbled. Then his brain caught up, "Hold on, how long have you been back?"

"Ages. I took a shower and then went shopping. You were sleeping like a log. Fine watchman you'd make! I could have stolen the bedcover from underneath you."

"Why would a burgler steal dirty bedcover?" Jiang Cheng sat on the counter, swinging his legs.

Jiang Fengmian shook his finger at him before going back to measuring his dry ingredients, "Don't underestimate the minds of petty criminals, young man."

Jiang Cheng snorted in laughter before rummaging through the grocery bags. He found a juice carton, still cold, and twisted the cap off. He half expected to be reproached as he took a sip, but Jiang Fengmian looked at him fondly before cracking two eggs and starting beating vigorously.

Jiang Cheng could feel the slight tingle the morning sun sent across his spine. Formica surfaces and chrome fixtures gleamed in sunlight. A bee had found her way through the open window and buzzed around sunflowers kept in a mug. Jiang Cheng could recognise the wonky mug and its misshapen handle. It was a gift he handmade for Father's Day as a teen. An ice-cream truck drove by outside playing Für Elise. The small kitchen smelled like butter. For the first time on many days, he felt happy.

He started humming an opening song to a children's cartoon he used to watch on weekends. Jiang Fengmian was expertly flipping pancakes into a neat stack.

"Did you finish my maple syrup as well?"

Jiang Cheng leapt off the counter to open the fridge and took out the half empty bottle. He washed some blueberries as well and carried them to the small dining table. Jiang Fengmian followed him with the pancake platter.

They ate quietly amongst clinks of cutlery, sipping directly from the juice carton.

"Aren't you tired, dad? You should go get some sleep. I can clean up here."

"Nah. I'll stay up all night if I sleep now. Why don't we make lunch together? Does beef stir fry sound good?"

Jiang Cheng nodded. Beef stir fry sounded great.

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Kindergarten Acquaintances

Gerard Way X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: you go to pick your daughter up where she introduces you to her new friend. You recognise her father

"Mommy!" My three year old exclaimed gleefully as she saw me standing in the doorway of the kindergarten.

I grinned tiredly and crouched down to catch her as she ran at me. Today had been a long day at work but seeing Livia smile made it better.

She threw herself into my arms enthusiastically and giggled as I tickled her stomach. "Stop!"

One of the teachers came over to me and stroked my daughter's head. "She's been pretty active today. Bandit and her seem to get along great, they were inseparable. Livia's a good girl, she saw her sitting there alone and went over. It's her second day."

"Bee and me played with the cars!" Livia chimed into the conversation and pointed at a girl that was sitting in the corner and drew something.

"Oh, did you, baby?" I asked as I was looking for her jacket. At the moment, I just wanted to get home and sleep. Naturally, that didn't stop me from listening to my daughter. I could wish for my bed at the same time just fine though.

Of course, I knew that this wouldn't be the case because I still had to make dinner and then get my girl to bed with a story. But I was so tired.

Livia sensed my wish to get out of here so she ran over to her new friend for a goodbye, hugged the teacher that was holding her shoes out for me and then let me help her into her jacket.

Just as we were ready to leave, the girl, Bandit, jumped up and squealed: "Daddy!"

And ran right past us, brushing my legs. Okay, she was cute. Bandit seemed to be just as energetic as my daughter so I turned to look at the father to give him a knowing look. Little kids, huh?

Only to freeze in place as I recognised the person standing where I had leaned against the doorframe minutes ago. Gerard Way caught his giggling daughter as she ran at him with full speed and threw her up in the air. His bright red hair earned himself a few glances from the more conservative parents standing around.

I was too busy not to blush or accidentally make a noise to notice that Bandit had said something to him and was pointing at me. Where they coming over to me? Fuck, what was happening?

"Mommy?" Livia tugged at my hand and looked up at me, her eyebrows furrowed adorably in confusion. Right in this moment, she was the perfect copy of her grandmother. Mom looked at me like that every time I attempted to explain how her phone worked.

I collected myself and smiled down at her. I would not freak out over the fact that Gerard Way, the lead singer of My Chemical Romance had his daughter in the same kindergarten as my daughter. "Yes, baby?"

"Can Bandit and me play together?"

Suddenly, both girls were pouting at me. I hadn't even realised that Bandit was standing in front of me now, too. But they both looked adorable with their pleading expressions. What kind of cruel person could say no to this? "Uhm, sure, Livia but I think you need to ask your dad first, Bandit."

"Oh, I'm fine with that," Gerard stated and came over too.

Fuck, stay calm. "Livi, I think we need to go home now though."

"But, I wanna play with Bee now!" She whined and went to hold onto her new friend. Forgotten was mommy and her old tired bones, I presumed.

"Daddy, please!" Bandit pleaded as well and hugged my daughter protectively.

Nervously, I looked over at Gerard as a thought crossed my mind with our kids holding onto each other stubbornly. Oh God, what if he thought that Livia was annoying? Well, if he did, I had records to burn because no one said shit about my daughter. Still, what if he wasn't okay with the situation?

Gerard crouched down in front of the child. "Bandit, baby, I think we should plan this another time. Your friend might don't have time today."

"But-" her lower lip started to quiver and I could already make tears out in her eyes.

Now, Livia was giving me the same treatment. I absolutely couldn't see her cry, especially not over a situation that could be avoided. So I caved: "Baby, go and play some more with Bandit, I'm gonna talk to her dad for a minute, okay?"

"Yay!" Much more happy, the girls skipped back inside the playroom while I turned to Gerard.

We walked into the quieter hallway. "Would that be alright with you? The girls seem to be really attached to each other."

"Yeah, they are," Gerard smiled fondly at his daughter, "and sure. If you want so, you two could come with us right now. I've got an empty house and nothing better to do anyway."

Deep down, I already knew that I would say yes, not only to have a content child but also because I was curious about Gerard. Yes, I was a fan but not in that creepy way and he seemed to be really down to earth. But I would still have to prepare dinner afterwards. My arms were getting heavy at the mere thought.

"If that wouldn't be a hassle for you, gladly. Oh, and I'm Y/N," I agreed and extended my hand for him to shake. Politeness worked most of the time when I was freaking out internally.

He took it and grinned at me friendly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Gerard. We can get the girls now and you can drive after me so you won't get lost on the way."

So we did that and reached their home after a fifteen minute drive. It was basically just a normal house with a cute little garden. Though, the living room showed his passions, there was a huge bookshelf, with tons of comics, CDs and Vinyls stacked on each other. There even were a few pictures at the wall that clearly a three year old had drawn. Cute.

I could only stare for a while until the giggling of Livia pulled me out of my thoughts. "Mommy, Bandit and I go to her room!"

And away they were. Gerard stood next to me. "You want a coffee? Oh, and sit down, you don't need to stand there."

I followed his instructions, still studying the room. My purse rested next to me on the sofa and I shrugged out of my coat. It felt good to sit and my mood lifted significantly now that I knew that Livia was preoccupied.

Gerard came back with two steaming cups and handed one to me. "Are you okay? You seemed a bit shaken at the kindergarten so sorry if I was too forward."

"No, I just had a long day and don't want to move anymore to be honest," I told him and had to suppress a yawn.

But Gerard saw it and grinned at it. "Oh, well then sorry that Bandit kidnapped you and Livia. We can order food if you want so you won't have to cook later."

Oh, I could kiss this man. I nodded tiredly. "That would be perfect. Thank you for this by the way. Livia would have probably been grumpy the rest of the day."

"Trust me, Bandit would have been the same. I'm just glad that she found somebody so fast," Gerard stated and leaned back comfortably.

We talked some more about our kids and their weird antics until my stomach made a guest appearance in our conversation. I blushed deeply but Gerard laughed it off. "I think it's time for dinner."

So we ordered some food from the nearby restaurant and then set the table. We got along well and my first nerves had completely died down by now. It was unbelievable how fast we had found a topic together and we just drifted from one to the next. For example, we started with the children, then talked briefly about our exes (him and Lindsey were still on good terms while Livia's father and me weren't) and then somehow had gotten to Batman and wether we liked the Joker or not.

But the delivery guy took his sweet time so we sat back down on the sofa. "So what kind of music do you like?"

"Uhm" I paled. What did he want to hear? Did Gerard figure out that I recognised him? Probably. Did he want me to admit it? I went with a non-answer. "Y'know, the normal stuff."

Gerard groaned. It seemed to really interest him which made me feel a little better. "What an boring answer. You must like some bands or artists in particular."

Okay, now, I had to answer. Technically, I could just spit out any band that came to my mind. But because life hated me, the only one I could think of was My Chemical Romance.

"For the record, that's not the reason I'm here and I think that stalking is just wrong and I would never do it," I started and I could already see his amusement so I just kept going, "but yeah, I like My Chemical Romance pretty much."

And Gerard laughed. Loudly. "Well, that explains why you were so pale as Bandit dragged me to you."

"Haha, very funny," I grumbled and crossed my arms. Just like Livia, my consciousness threw in helpfully.

Luckily, the delivery guy came to my rescue and rang the doorbell just now. So Gerard got up to take the food and pay him, still giggling.

I went to get the kids to dinner, using the time upstairs to calm my nerves and to not want to die of embarrassment anymore. It worked only partially.

But Gerard was an observant person so he smiled assuringly at me as he noticed my clear embarrassment. At least, he believed me that I wasn't some crazy stalker-fan and rather kept the conversation going normally.

"Who wants fries?" He asked the girls who both exclaimed a happy 'yes!'.

I helped myself to my food and practically devoured it after I took the first bite. It was awesome.

After a few minutes of content silence, Gerard asked randomly: "So what's your favourite song of us?"

"Huh?" My mouth was full and he took me by surprise so I was glad for the slight delay of answer.

I finished chewing and then thought for a little while more. "I think The Sharpest Lives is pretty far up along with the normal ones like Famous Last Words, Helena and the like. Oh, and Our Lady Of Sorrows maybe."

Gerard nodded and rested his chin on his hand. "Yeah, I'm proud of them. Have you ever been to one of our shows?"

"No, sorry but you're either not in the area or too expensive," I joked. Gerard rolled his eyes.

Before he could say anything, Livia piped in: "Mommy, can Bandit and I go back to her room?"

"You have to ask Gerard, Livia but I would say yes, if you're finished," I told her and yes, her plate was empty like Bandit's.

My gaze fell on the clock. "But we have to get home in a few."

And back was the pout. But this time I didn't let them convince me and stayed strict.

Gerard nodded along but allowed them to go play for another fifteen minutes. We went back into the living room where he put on some quiet music while we chatted some more. I really enjoyed talking to him, given the fact that I just wanted to fall into my bed as I picked Livia up and now, here I was three hours later, still wide awake and talking.

But everything had to end at some point, so I got my protesting daughter to say goodbye to her friend. "You two see each other tomorrow!"

Gerard laughed in the background but soon shut up as he saw my exasperated expression. "Yeah, and I think me and Livia's mom can arrange another playdate, right?"

"Yes, please mommy!" Livia pleaded.

I rolled my eyes and nodded. "'course, Livi. But we need to go now, you should have been in bed by now, young lady."

Before I could go with my daughter, Gerard pulled me in for a hug. Surprised, I needed a moment to process it but then hugged him back, feeling his warmth.

"I fear that I need to ask for your number for the date," he told me, having his arms still loosely on my waist.

"Date?" I spluttered.

Gerard looked down at me, perfectly innocent. "Yeah, the playdate for Bandit and Livia."

"Oh" and my face was dangerously warm again. Let's be real, why should he mean a date with me?

But the red head kept his grin up and drew small circles with his thumbs on my waist. "Well, unless you want a date of course."

"Uh, uhm," I stuttered. Very eloquent.

And that asshole giggled. "You don't need to, but I'd definitely take you on one if you'd be okay with it."

Just say yes already! Okay, deep breaths so you don't sound like a dying fish. "Yes, I'd like to go on a date with you."

"Great!" Gerard celebrated, pulled out his phone and handed it to me with an expectant smile, "can I have your number then?"

I managed to enter it into his phone and then almost flew to my car where I let my head fall onto the steering wheel after I had put Livia into her seat.

What a day.

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There's Something About Kate (Cillian Murphy X fem!OC) - Part Nine

Warning - smut / bullying

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The school run that Thursday afternoon turned out to be both nerve-wracking and hilarious at the same time. There was a small clique of Sancti-Mommies who were all shooting daggers at him, but another group - ones he recognised from birthday parties Ava had attended - were still smiling at him. One of them even approached him while he waited for Ava and told him they didn't believe a word of the rumours being spread.

"You know, for every shitty comment online, there's a dozen nice ones," Nadine told him with a reassuring smile.

"I didn't see many nice ones this morning," Cillian chuckled.

"Trolls always get their two-pennies worth in before anyone else, trying to sway the opinion. But trust me, there's a lot of support out there for you. And after what you've been through, anyone who denies you even an ounce of happiness is a monster."

The sound of Ava Murphy's voice immediately took his attention away from Nadine before he'd had chance to say thank you.

"LIAR!!! YOU'RE A FILTHY LIAR!!!" She screamed, before shoving a girl in her class so hard she hit the floor. Cillian was there in seconds, grabbing Ava and hauling her away, watching as the girl's mother picked her up off the ground and started shouting at Cillian. Mrs Taylor, Ava's teacher, was on her way over to them.

Cillian could feel Ava shaking in his arms, and shushed her gently. Placing her on the floor and holding her shoulders he ignored the woman's rants and held his daughters stare.

"What's going on, Ava?"

"She's been on me all day Dad, telling me you were seeing Kate behind mum's back! I've ignored her, like you always told me to ignore things like this, but I couldn't take it anymore... I'm sorry!!!" She burst into tears and he scooped her up, her arms around his shoulders as she sobbed into his jacket.

"Ava Murphy, that'll be a detention tomorrow after school!" Mrs Taylor snapped, making Ava cry harder.

"I assume you're delivering the same punishment to that kid, right?" Cillian pointed to the girl on the floor who was sneering at Ava.

"She was the one who was pushed over Mr Murphy!"

"Because she's been teasing Ava all day. There's only so far you can push someone before they snap Mrs Taylor. If you're punishing my daughter - which you have my support on, I don't condone violence - then I want that girl punished for driving her to doing it."

At that, the mother of the girl bounded over in her knee high boots and earrings long enough to reach her shoulders. Bangles jangling so loud the next street could hear them.

"Too busy with your little side piece to raise your daughter properly eh?" She screeched. Cillian felt his blood boil, but suddenly remembered what Kate said - it's fun to wind them up.

"Ah, I see the apple didn't fall far from the tree," Cillian smiled back, and he felt Ava giggle between sobs, still hiding her face so no one else noticed.

"I want that girl expelled!!!" She screamed at Mrs Taylor, who simply rolled her eyes.

"We've had issues with Amelia before though, haven't we Mrs Morgan? Let's talk inside, shall we? Ava, we'll talk tomorrow, okay?" Mrs Taylor squeezed Ava's leg next to Cillian's waist and led this Mrs Morgan and her spawn back into the school building.

"Am I really getting detention, Dad?" Ava asked, still clinging to her Dad as they headed off the school grounds.

"Afraid so kiddo. What have I always taught you about dealing with bullies?"

"Kill them with kindness."

"Correct. And is shoving them onto the floor kind?"

"No..."

"No," he pulled her head out of the crook of his neck and placed her back on the ground. Leaning down to smirk at her. "Pretty impressive shove though."

"Did I hurt her?"

"Nah, she's fine. You, on the other hand..."

Ava winced, waiting to be told she was grounded/going straight to bed...

"We're getting a takeaway tonight, and you're going to have 'food poisoning' tomorrow." He winked.

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Kate could hardly contain her laughter all night at Ava's escapades after school. They'd had their Chinese takeaway, cleaned up, and Ava had fallen asleep on Kate's lap half an hour earlier. Cillian had just come back into the living room after carrying her up to bed.

"She's got her mother's spark, that's for sure," he smiled, setting another bottle of red wine on the table for them.

"She certainly has. She's a great kid, Cill, you've done so well with her."

"She's done as much for me. Couldn't have gotten through it without her. So you mentioned something about a surprise for me?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he sat on the sofa next to her.

"I do. I am now officially on annual leave until Monday afternoon."

He grinned and pulled her body over to his, she rested her head against his as she straddled his lap.

"So I get this beautiful body all to myself... all weekend?"

"Well, I have to go home at some point Cill."

He pondered for a second, before shaking his head, pulling her T-shirt over her head and turning them so she was lying on her back on the couch. His knees parted her legs and he slotted his hips between them.

Cillian's lips pressed against her neck, his fingers stroking circles over her now exposed abdomen and stomach. The way she groaned underneath him was addictive - he could listen to that sound all day. His teeth bit at the flesh on her collarbone, her hands twisting in his hair as her back arched.

"I promised you something that I haven't delivered on yet.." he whispered as he made his way down her body.

"Did you?" She gasped, as his fingers worked on her jeans, slowly undoing the zip and sliding them down her legs.

"I promised to play for longer," his darkened eyes met hers and she had never in her life felt more excited, turned on and equally curious as to what this man had in mind for her...

Her underwear was next to be removed - almost as slowly as her jeans. His lips peppered kisses along the skin on her legs as he travelled down, his fingers lightly tickling over her ankles and toes as the panties were removed.

"I'm gonna need you to be quiet... Ava's room is right above here. You can do that, can't you? Or am I going to have to gag you?" He leaned over her, his eyes watching over her open mouth as he dangled the panties in the air.

"I'll be quiet, I promise," she just about managed between gasps of air. Her spine was tingling so hard she thought it would catch fire.

"We'll see about that," he smirked, tracing his fingers over her soft, wet folds teasingly, her teeth biting into her lip to stop any sound leaving her.

"Stay quiet and you get to cum - deal?"

She nodded, sealing her lips together firmly as he stroked a finger over her clit. Her back arched, and she fought desperately to swallow down the moan in her throat.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear, sending shocks down her spine. His fingers were torture, teasing over her clit, gradually adding more pressure. His body moved back down hers, until he was knelt between her outstretched legs his fingers still trailing circles over her folds. His eyes watching her pussy contract and leak over his sofa, his breath fanning over her like a gentle breeze.

He continued the rhythmic circling on her clit with his thumb, kissing her inner thighs. Occasional little bites on the flesh. His free hand unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and slid them and his boxer shorts down his thighs. A gasp leaving his lips as his solid cock sprang free from its confines.

"Harder Cill... Please..." Soft pants and gasps of words were all Kate could manage, and Cillian was only too happy to oblige.

"Faster too?" He asked. She nodded quickly, her eyes locked on the hand between her legs as she gripped his hair making him groan.

"Fuck... Fuckfuckfuck... Don't... Don't stop..."

He leaned up on his knees and used his free hand to clamp over her mouth just in time to stifle the cry of pleasure as her orgasm consumed her. She'd never been gagged like this before and the experience only heightened her arousal. He kept his hand over her mouth and watched her pussy walls contract and throb.

"So beautiful when you cum, but I'm not done playing yet."

His fingers slid inside her still pulsating walls and he quickly found what he was looking for as Kate's upper body flew from her seated position and her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. Cillian chuckled, and rutted his fingers deep, hard, and fast, hitting that soft spongey spot repeatedly as her upper body began to shake above him.

"Come on... Give me another... All over my hand baby..."

"Too... Much... Too... Oh fuck..." Her whole body was trembling as another, more powerful, orgasm hit hard, and she felt a gush of warmth between her legs as she came over him, quite literally.

He pulled his fingers from her and moved her quaking body into a kneeling position in front of him, spinning her around to face the sofa. He bent her over and passed her a cushion to bite down onto before thrusting into her hard. Her knuckles were white from gripping the cushion, and the sound of her muffled cries was transmitting straight to Cillian's cock - he had to fight the desire to cum harder than he ever had before. He wondered for a second if he was hurting her, but from the way her walls were clenching him and how wet she was, he highly doubted it.

His hand gripped her hair and made a makeshift ponytail, pulling back on it as his thrusts hit hard and deep. Her walls quivered around him as her third climax took over her, and he couldn't stop himself - he came with a deep groan, his cum filling her in five or six shots, each one more intense than the last, as he fell forward, resting on her back as he caught his breath.

A few minutes passed before either of them could speak, his softened cock sliding out of her made both of them groan at the loss of contact.

It was Cillian who spoke first, as the realisation of what he'd just done dawned on him.

"Kate, I think we have a slight problem..."

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weeinterpreter · 2 years

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Monster clown. Butler is not afraid of lot of things… but clowns are the exception.

This is not the monster clown... yet. 😈

What's a Trope Bingo?

What's the Evil Association of Evil Villains?

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5][Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Part 3. Clowns and Libraries.

It was an early afternoon, and the sun had disappeared behind a thick wall of clouds when Butler and Artemis entered Dublin's Central Library.

"Obviously, I would have solely relied on my immense technological skills, if it hadn't been detrimental to the plan to come here in person," he explained.

"Indeed," Butler answered automatically.

"The biggest problem," he explained, walking towards the main desk, "is that the library is still relying heavily on non-digitalised forms of organisation. Which for a library of the 21st century is truly disturbing. Maybe I should donate some money."

He stopped in front of the librarian. She wore a faded plaid pullover and had just poured herself more coffee in a mug that said "This is what an awesome librarian looks like".

"Sorry, Miss," Artemis paused, reading the woman's name tag. "Miss Massetti. I'm working on a school project. Do you recognise this symbol?"

He pulled out a piece of paper handing it to her. After Diamond had shredded the original card to pieces, Artemis had redrawn the symbol from memory as best as possible. The librarian studied it for a moment, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

"I do," she said to Artemis' surprise. "In fact, your schoolmate came in just two hours ago. He's upstairs in the Ancient World Section."

Artemis' ears perked up. His schoolmate? He was fairly sure that none of his schoolmates knew what a library was and he was absolutely positive that the person researching the same symbol as he did wasn't researching a school project, either.

"Where is that exactly?"

The woman took a sip of her coffee before she pulled a face and got up.

"I have to go up there, anyway. I'll show you."

Grabbing a wrapped package, she motioned to the stairs. Artemis sighed. "Don't you have a lift?"

The librarian gave him a critical look, but didn't grace him with an answer. Once they reached the top of the second floor, she pointed towards the back as she dropped her parcel and began opening it.

"The Ancient World Section is just over there."

Artemis nodded before turning to his bodyguard. "I will only be a minute... dad."

Butler inclined his head.

"You are quite formal," the librarian noted as she straightened, unfolding a cardboard cutout.

Butler crossed his arms behind his back.

"As former military, I don't think tha-haaaa."

The woman looked up from adjusting the figure of a beaming clown cutout that read, "Clown Bepo wants you to read more books."

"Are you okay?" she asked, paling. "Are you having a heart attack?"

Butler cleared his throat, forcing a blank look on his face, and stared the woman down instead. "Of course not."

The librarian glanced at the cutout when understanding dawned on her face. She tried to suppress a smile.

"Not a huge fan of clowns, huh?"

"Not particularly," he said through gritted teeth, letting his eyes wander over the library floor.

"To be fair," she said, turning the cutout around, "I doubt a clown will get the kids to read more."

Butler nodded absent-mindedly, pausing when his attention was drawn to-

"Do you, uh, realise there are kids making out in the aisles?" he asked, nodding towards the couple across the floor in the Science section.

The librarian followed his gaze and shrugged. "Oh yes, but not for much longer."

"How so?" Butler asked warily.

"Well," she said, looking around. "Do you see that boy over there? He came here a few times with his dates. One day he got stood up and picked up Simone de Beauvoir. That was a year ago. He'll start studying Philosophy next month. And those two girls over there? They kept coming here to make out, too. They flunked their French exams and come here to study now. Isn't that amazing?"

She turned to him with a beam until she noticed Butler's lifted eyebrow.

"The studying part," she spluttered. "Not the flunking, haha."

When Butler didn't react, she mumbled something under her breath and scurried away.

To be continued.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 2

Backing Up

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter summery: just some backstory really

warnings: none

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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THEY nodded along to the music, head bopping side to side, up and down, along with the beat. Back in Black by AC/DC blared through the workshop, bouncing off the walls and rattling about the various parts left lying around - ready to be used at some point.

Y/n's head was bowed, eyes trained to her hands as she mindlessly picked at her nails, flicking a bit of dirt away and sparing a bored glance over to where her dad and Peter sat, laughs echoing from them in a sickening, unaware torment. Or maybe they were aware, and simple didn't care that y/n sat on her own with nothing to do, no one to talk to yet nowhere else to go every minute of every day.

The laughter haunted her, kept her awake at night. Y/n's soul was crushed over and over with every realisation that her own dad preferred his stupid protege - a boy just younger than her that happened to be bitten by a radioactive spider - to his own daughter, her.

It made her hate the boy, it really did. Y/n was constantly left out, never included in 'family' meals, never taught anything in the workshop and certainly never given any gifts unless it was Christmas or her birthday, but even then Peter's gifts would greatly outweigh her own in price, size and value.

It was infuriating, to say the least. At the age of 11, most girls are close with their fathers - spending quality time with them, going shopping or ice skating or going to the cinema. And if their dad was busy they'd have a mother who would coddle them and love them enough for both of them.

But that was the other thing that made y/n's life so much harder, and, her neglect acne so much more heartbreaking.

She was adopted.

Tony paid to have her, and yet he spent more time with some boy he'd know for barely a year. Y/n wasn't stupid though, she knew exactly why this was. Peter had superpowers, something to develop and be proud of, and she was plain old boring normal.

There was nothing special about her, to put it simply. She wasn't inhumanly strong, she couldn't shoot lasers out her eyes and nor could she climb walls and swing from building-to-building. And on top on this, she was neither insanely pretty like most of the girls she saw around her dad's house nor was she extremely intelligent like her father. It was crushing, really, to be so average in a house of the remarkable.

So when HYDRA took her, the whole bloody world was shocked.

And yet no one came looking for her. Since she had been taken, she had heard of zero attempts at rescuing her. You could say that this was the reason she barely put up a fight anymore, simply obeyed.

Her old life still played through the girl's mind, of course. How much her life had changed - and was it really much worse now?

No. That was unfair. Being neglected was no match for what HYDRA put her through. They had taken her from her own home when Tony and Peter were working on something, chained her wrists up in shackles and gagged her with a mostly old cloth found on the floor of their quinjet. Then they were off, taking her to some remote HYDRA base in a country she didn't recognise with people she didn't know.

The painful part was the testing, though. That was the tough part. It took them months to figure out what they were doing, and when the last doctor finally stepped in, they got it.

She was an attempt at another supersoldier, to put it simply.

But it wasn't simple, not at all. No, they had altered her in ways she realised not even they expected, being unfamiliar with the technology and all. So now here she was, yet another ruthless killing machine - programmed so dangerously even her voice could kill.

Literally.

The closet thing she could be described as is a siren. With her voice, she could bring down armies, but the second she lost that, she was simply the girl forgotten by Tony Stark. Her voice enchanted, at least that's what they told her. In reality, it was explosive.

Again, literally.

The pitches in her voice created some sort of deadly wave, so when it reached the ears of her victims it exploded their brain. Sometimes.

Other times, she could control it - a certain pitch had a certain outcome. So most of the time, her power became mind control, so the sound would infiltrated the minds of others and she could make them do as she pleased.

That's how she found herself where she currently was, eyes wide as they took in the best of a man that was staring back at her, mouth incarcerated by the band of metal that stretched over it and around the back of her head, the technology designed specially to keep her fro using her powers on the HYDRA agents and scientists.

The was a big man, with bulging muscles and shaggy dark brown hair. His eyes were blue - a strange blue that seemed to change daily. A gritty stubble lined his jaw and framed his surprisingly pink lips. He was always clad in leather - apart from his right arm, with wasn't flesh. It was metal, with a red star adorning the side. She also knew his screams to be heart wrenching.

When not in use, her and the Winter soldier were kept in bulletproof glass cells. He was strapped down by vibranium restraints to a metal chair whilst y/n was kept mute by her vibranium band. The two had often sought comfort in the sight of each other - something familiar about seeing the same person every time they returned seemed to calm both of the assassins.

Whenever y/n was in her cell and the soldier was not there, she felt lonely and vulnerable. With his cerulean eyes watching over her she often felt safe, protected. After a full year being HYDRA's personal slave y/n still feared them - the idea that she was enhanced and they still pulled her strings a sickeningly terrifying thought. Especially for a 15 year old with barely a grip on the world.

She yearned to learn more about the Winter Soldier. Why he never seemed to age. Why he could completely change with the uttering of a few simple words. Why he had a metal arm. There were so many things she didn't know, and yet his mere presence was enough to calm the girl and bring her back down to earth, no matter how scared she was.

But one day, everything changed.

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Brightly Shone The Moon That Night. A Dark-Cream Christmas story.

The following is a slice of life story about my Dark-Cream family at Christmas. It exists in a universe different to @zu-is-here cannon. In this universe positive emotions are not fatal to Shattered so Cross and Dream didn't rush to break the curse. It splits off around 'things will never be the same' or 'the price of happiness'. The twins were created before the last 3 chapters of Dark-Cream were drawn. Any changes to the story or changes to the characters should be accepted as being part of an alternative timeline. Thank you. Enjoy. Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and joku blog. Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii. This design for shattered is based off the one by @zu-is-here and the Dark-Cream story is also by @zu-is-here. Most of the Story will be under the cut.

"isn't this a bit much?" the gloopy one said, as his partner wrapped a scarf around his neck.

"nope" the former guard replied "can't have you getting frost bite my love"

Dream simply rolled his eyes. "but I can't really get cold? Or even hot for that matter"

"what are you talking about? you're always hot" Cross replied with a sly smile. This earned a confused look from the smaller skeleton, as Cross carefully tied the scarf and gently folded it under Shattered's jacket. Though it became clear to Cross that Dream had twigged what he'd meant a moment later, evident by the creeping gold blush spreading across his face.

The golden guardian playful punched Cross in the shoulder. "Shush you, keep in clean in front of the little ones"

At that Cross couldn't help but smile and turn his head to his two daughters. The two were in their cot, all dressed in snuggly winter clothes, waiting for their Dad's to be done getting ready. Celest was dressed in a cosy jumper with a little bobble hat, while Luna wore a full bodied coat. Their consistent look of confusion and wonder changed into toothless smiles when their dad looked at them. (idk how teething works for skeletons..... Teeth magically form or something......also tbh they should start teething soon) it warmed Cross' soul.

His attention was drawn back to dream by the sound of metal being placed down on wood. He looked to him, seeing that he'd removed his crown band and set down on the bedside table. Dream then sighed and sagged his shoulders. "it.... It feels wrong not having something on my head"

Cross chuckled.

The 4 of them where taking a trip out today. This was something both Dream and Cross had agreed was a good idea.

Cross' eye lights travelled back to the little ones. They seemed so innocent right now, as if recent events hadn't happened. As if the last two weeks hadn't been difficult to get through.

Celest's code had been burning her a lot, to the point where she'd screamed when either of them had tried to hold her, or even touch her. As for Luna, her throat had become clogged with more gloop then ever before. So much Shattered had to use a tentacle to pull some of it out. She had surely been 5 seconds from suffocating.

It had been a fortnight of sleepless nights, screaming babies and a large amount of arguing. The stress of the situation had pushed them very far apart. Many things had been said, old wounds jabbed at, tears shed. But after a lot of long talks they had sorted out each fight. They were a lot stronger then some petty arguments. There was no room in their relationship for emotional strain......not anymore. The two loved each other, it had just been a difficult time.

In recent days, the twins seemed to have recovered to a stable state. Back to the laughing, smiling, Cow lovers. Cross never thought he'd be so happy that they'd started playing with their cow collection again.

After a long talk with his finance, the two concluded that they'd all been stuck in the void space for way to long. Even with the few rooms and furniture, it's not like there was much to do there and a serious cabin fever had developed. So while the twins were in a good place, they had to take the opportunity to spend some time together as a family.

Cross once again looked back at his partner. Only to need to do a double take. Dream was wearing a hat now. A festive white one with golden stripes running across it. It was reminiscent of a classic Santa hat, other then the colours. The fabric had black stains in several places due to where Dream had touched it. Though despite that Cross recognised it all to well. To his dismay, he felt his face slowly get warm. Their first kiss.

He could remember it clearly in his mind, the mistletoe, the hotel, Gaster sniggering in the corner. But mostly, Dream. The sweet, positive skeleton from back then was very different to the one who stood before him now. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Remembering that day caused his blush to darken. It had truly been one of the most embarrassing, but best days of his life. Though a part of him wondered how Dream still had the hat. After everything, the hat had been saved.

"you've still got that hat?" he said, in a half teasing tone.

Shattered smirked at Cross' flushed face "of course, so many good memories".

A stream of positivity ran through him and with it, it brought a sudden, but expected twinge in his soul. It was a sharp pain, like a knife being slowly pressed in. Dream tried to ignore it but he visually flinched causing Cross to come over.

"positivity again Dreamboat?" he questioned.

Dream nodded "it's alright, I'm used to it" The guardian sensed some sadness from Cross, even if he kept a natural face.

"I'm OK Crossy, promise!"

Cross sighed and gently kissed Shattered's forehead. "if you say so my love"

With that he walked back over to the twins so that he could get their carriers. Dream sighed slightly. It was strange seeing Cross in an outfit different to his guard uniform. So much so that Dream already kind of missed it, not that Cross didn't look handsome is what he was currently wearing.

The last time the family had left the void to go shopping, (which is really a story in itself) they had been stared at from all angles. Every man, women and child. Monster or human, had taken part in watching them. Like animals in a zoo. Cross had insisted that it was the twins they were staring at, since his children were so beautiful that of course people would stare. But in the end both him and Dream knew the real reason.

They were staring at them.

He couldn't really blame them though, how often do you come across a monster with heterochromia wearing what was best described as fancy dress, accompanied by a slime covered skeleton in heels and a crown? Many things had changed since the apple incident, but people staring as he passed had not.

Today they both wanted a peaceful day with their babies, so they had opted to wear more normal clothes. Cross had traded his normal cape and jacket for a puffy white winter coat which he wore a red jumper under. Dream had opted for something similar, though a deep brown colour as to not show the stains so much. It felt odd being in a new outfit, but also very nice. There was only so long someone could take being in tight trousers and shirts with big collars.

The former guard straightened up, clutching a harness in his hands.

"these were definitely a good buy" he said, as he walked back to Dream.

Dream raised an eyebrow "did you really 'Buy' them Cross?" he said is a inquisitive tone.

Cross' body tensed and his partner gave him an sharp stare. Even without his emotion sensing ability, Dream could read Cross like a book.

"uhhhhhhh.......yes?"

"sure" Dream replyed, with slight amusement in his voice.

A nervous chuckle came from Cross. "look they were a good thing to get ok?....... Very helpful for the little ones"

Dream gave him an unsure nod. He still wasn't exactly well versed in child care, so he wasn't really sure what these harnesses where even for yet. Since he figured that the answer was probably obvious, he didn't ask.

"want me to help you get it on?" Cross asked, raising an eyebrow. Shattered wasn't the only one who could easily read his partner.

Shattered said nothing but nodded. His golden blush reappeared when Cross started to run his hands across and around his body to get the harness into place. His soul gave a tiny learch for a moment, but not one of pain.

He knew there was a part of him that wanted Cross to touch his soul again, It had been such a close experience for them both and had brought about a lot of pleasurable feelings. It was truly something he wanted to experience again. A feeling he almost craved. But he knew all to well, as his eye sockets fixed onto the cot to his right, that the potential consequences made it impossible. He was just going to have to live with these unmet desires. Just as he was sure that Cross lived with similar ones.

"there all done"

Dream jumped. Snapped out of his thoughts by his future husband's voice.

Now the harness was all attached. Not too tight, but not too lose. He could see that he now had a pocket on his chest which he guessed the baby sat in. Clever. It was kind of like a kangaroo pouch.

Cross strapped a identical carrier around his own chest and walked over to the babies cot to collect his daughters.

Luna smiled wide at the sight of him. The older skeleton matched her smile and slowly picked his child up. Luna giggled and kicked her tiny feet out as he did. Her tentacle flickered around the corners of her mouth as she laughed. Cross could feel his own joy fill him at the sight. But he nullified it for his partner's sake.

Speaking of which, he turned back to Dream.

"you wanna take Celly or Lu Lu?" he asked.

"I'll take Luna" the smaller skeleton replied "since you are already holding her". He held his arms out in an awkward, slightly unsure way.

Cross gave a soft, knowing smile "Its OK Dreamboat, I'll help you get her in the carrier"

Shattered sighed, irritated by his own incompetence and nodded.

With that Cross carefully attempted to slip the wriggling baby into her carrier. Which wasn't easy, as she cheerfully shifted her legs around. In fact Cross had a slightly hard time keeping hold of her.

After much difficulty, Cross managed to feed her legs through the leg holes and sit her safely inside. The whole time, Dream remained mostly still, he didn't want to do anything in case he ended up hurting Luna.

Once she was buckled in, Cross took a slow step back to admire his handy work. Luna bounced excitedly in her carrier and her Papa looked almost comically uncomfortable by all her movement.

"do you want me to take her Day Dream?" Cross said, upon noticing Dreams unease around the wiggling baby. Dream shook his head "no, its fine" he replied as he relaxed his shoulders. "you get Celest and we can go"

Cross gave a nod and turned back to the cot. As he went to pick up his slightly younger daughter, he noticed that she had in fact fallen asleep. Cross sighed - not again....

For most parents, the time when the children slept was a time of bliss, and after a fortnight of little sleep, Cross almost agreed. But his child had a habit of falling asleep suddenly and for long periods. Dream had told him that when this happened her energy levels were low, showing that her body couldn't regulate itself fully.

With another sigh, Cross carefully picked up the sleeping baby and slipped her into the carrier. It was very hard to wake her when she was like this, but he was still extra careful. Not waking a sleeping baby was basically a universal law, though he would have to if she was asleep to long. After double checking that she was safely inside and her head was supported, he walked back over to Dream.

"any particular preference for an au Dream boat?" he asked

Shaking his head, Dream replied "Not really, just try and get a pacifist timeline"

With a nod, Cross extended his arm. There was a spark of magic at his figure tips and his knife materialised. He dragged it through the air in a fluid motion, as he did it split the air as if it where a piece of cloth. It was a causal splitting of space and time. Simple.

Luna watched her dad with a look of wonder. Her silver eyes where wide and bright.

"gahhhhh daaaaag" she cooed and reached for him.

Cross glanced back at her with a smile "just you wait Princess, when you are older I'll teach you how to do this"

These words hung heavily in the air for a moment, as Cross carefully finished opening the portal. The same thing was on both Cross and Dreams minds.

If you get older.

With a sigh and a snap of his fingers, the knife was gone and the portal was open.

"After you" Cross said, stooping into a slight bow and winking at his fiancé.

Dream covered his mouth with his hand and fake giggled. "Oh what a gentleman" he said with a large smile across his face before walking forward and entering the portal.

The first thing that hit Dream as he reached the other side, was a cold crisp breeze. The chill made him feel grateful that he was wearing his boots, even if they were old and an obnoxious shade of yellow.

The breeze blew lightly causing Luna to shiver. There was no wind in there home, so this brought a welcome change to Shattered. He took a deep breath into his non existent lungs.

It was evening. Strange? He figured that their sense of time must have been thrown out a little. They did live in a void after all. However it was a pleasant evening, with sky littered with stars and a full moon.

Shattered allowed himself to bask in the fresh air for a while, as he heard footsteps behind him and the portal close.

"Oh it's good to be outside again" came Cross' voice from behind.

With a nod, Shattered turned around to face his partner. Luna wriggled more in her carrier, looking around at all the new things she'd never seen before.

"someone is excited" Cross said, leaning down and kissing his daughter on the forehead. She giggled and very nearly headbutt him as he did. Chuckling, he pulled away.

The guard looked around "looks like we're in a small town... If I had to guess its the surface"

The two of them started to look around, trying to find something to engage with. It wasn't long before they spotted something.

Both skeletons attention was caught by something in the near distance. A large crowd of people. Among them were people in hats, jumpers and coats, carrying bags and cups of hot drinks. A vast amount of stalls and stands were among them, not to mention fur trees in fancy dress and lights. Hundreds and hundreds of lights.

"a Christmas Market!" Dream said, his voice hinting an excitement "I've never been to one! I forgot that it was this time of the year"

His excitement felt like a balloon filling inside him. Only to be burst when his soul gave a sting inside his ribs.

But Dream couldn't help but feel a little happy, this was such a good thing to come across, perfect for their trip out.

Cross tilted his head "how do you know what Christmas is my love? It's more of a human custom".

"well that's easy" Dream said, a slight smugness in his voice at the fact he seemed more knowledgeable then Cross about something.

"Christmas is a time where positive emotions take hold, even in the darkest of times, positively rules here"

He eye lit up slightly as he spoke. Even if Dream was corrupted, and technically not the positivity guardian anymore, he was still happy to talk about it. It reminded him of easier times.

"as the former positively guardian it was only natural for me to learn about the festival...." his voice turned somba for a moment "Heaven taught me...... remember?"

There was another heaviness in the air at those words. A unspoken guilt and regret and then a thought. Dream now possessed the very power that had killed him.....

The gloopy one sighed and straightened the baby carrier. Luna gurgled as he did so.

"he would have loved to meet these two wouldn't he" he spoke, his voice twisting in its somba state.

"yeah... But it's ok" the guard replied, taking Dreams hand.

"in a way, he is here" he said in a soft tone, running his finger across Dreams ring. A smile ran across his face before he realised Shattered's hand.

After a short moment of silence they were disturbed by a soft noise. Celest had woken from her sleep. She wriggled and shifted against Cross' chest, her tiny voice gurgling.

"Nice of you to join the party Sweet pea" Cross said, upon noticing.

"we should probably get going, before she falls asleep again" Dream stated in reply. Cross nodded.

The family started to walk together towards the market. As they approached the air was filled with the smell of food and the sound of cheesy pop songs. The emotions of the people around them where starting to fill in.

The first thing that Dream felt was a lot of emotion around him. He was going to need to take a moment to get used to it. From what he could feel it was primarily positive, but then he felt something else.

To his right he felt anger and frustration. That wasn't the kind of thing that he expected this time of year, so he turned his head slightly. There was a human and a monster stood in the huddle.

He caught a few words of what they were saying.

"typical every year you leave gift buying to the last minute" said one.

"it's not completely last minute" said the other.

"it's the 23rd! How is that not last-" and then he was out of ear shot.

"23rd?" Shattered said to himself "huh.... It was my birthday 2 days ago". He counted on his fingers for a moment, trying to figure out how old that made him.

"it was!? Oh my goodness that's right!" came a voice from his side. It was slight panic from Cross. Uh oh.

Dream waved his hands in a jazz hand fashion "woah woah woah, before you go flying off the handle, we both didn't realise-

"I'm so sorry my love!"

Shattered groaned. Here we go.

"I can't believe I forgot! I'll make it up to yo-

Dream cut Cross off with a peak on the teeth. Cross jumped and his face flushed.

"......... Cross, I'm going to have hundreds more birthdays... Its OK if we skip one" the guardian whispered before nuzzling his gloopy face against him. "presides.... We had more important things to worry about"

As if on que both twins cooed.

A little smile creeped on to Cross' face. Dream mirrored it.

"now let's stop standing here go to the market" he held his hand out "it's waiting for us".

With a soft smile, Cross took his hand and they started walking again. It wasn't long before they finally reached the market.

The market was busy.

Both humans and monsters were walking around, talking happily. Children of all ages were rushing around with chocolates in their hands and candy canes in their mouths. Positive emotions were swirling like the snow in the wind. A warm blend of joy, song and family.

The smells of cakes and and pies were everywhere. Hot wine, ginger, cinnamon, dried fruit and nuts. Coffee, chutney, jams and cheeses.

For Dream it was like being spun in a giant bath of spice. The smells did not help his developing headache. There where positive emotions everywhere, every angle.

He let go of his partner's hand and stumbled slightly. The emotions were threatening to make him collapse as they came at all sides. Being in a void space for so long meant he'd gotten used to only Cross' emotions being around. But now there must have been 100 people at lest.

With the surrounding area becoming a blur, the sky and ground became one and he felt something hit his back and press it.

After a moment of silence he could hear the sound of a baby crying from off in the distance. Someone was calling his name but he could hardly hear it as the crying baby got closer. But eventually both got clearer.

"Dream! Dream are you OK!? Can you hear me?"

It was Cross.

"C.... Cross?" he said, looking for his partner's face. He eventually found it, hovering above him.

"why....." he said reaching his heavy arm up "why are you flying?"

The former guard gave him a confused expression. A moment later, Dream realised that the pressure on his back was in fact the floor and he was laying on it.

"you collapsed" said Cross with a pained expression. Cross' worry and stress washed over Dream and snapped him back to reality. The crying baby was very close. In fact it was coming from his chest.

Dream pushed himself onto his elbows and looked down. Luna was crying and wriggling in her carrier.

"oh.... OH!" Shattered said as a sudden and huge instinct hit him. Something he'd not really felt up till this point. Caring not about his state, he pulled her out of the carrier and rocked her in his arms.

"shhhh shhh it's ok, I'm sorry sweetheart, are you hurt?"

If Dream hadn't just collapsed, Cross would have felt happy at the sight of him comforting Luna. The tiny skeleton quieted down, but her non-existent lip was still trembling. Shattered inspected her, happy not to find any marks that would indicate she'd been hurt by the fall. Probably just scared.

"what happened my love?" came Cross' voice again.

"emotions" Dream bluntly responded, before attempting to get to his feet. He hadn't gotten far when he felt his partners hands grip his and help him pull up. He'd barely just gotten to his feet when things started to blur again and his head started to once again throb.

He fell forward slightly into Cross' chest, the guard put his arms around him to support him and keep him steady. He had to be careful to make sure the babies didn't get squished.

Cross' fiancé give out a low, pained groan and Luna give a wine of discomfort.

"Keep hold of her Dreamboat, I'll find somewhere where you can sit down" he softly said, looking around to find a seat. Luckily he spotted a park bench not to far from them.

Cross slowly and gently guided Dream backwards until Dream's legs brushed against the bench and he was able to slowly sit down. He sank his weight against the wooden frame, his limbs felt heavy and his head felt horrible. After a short time he started to adjust. Feeling himself coming back into reality, Shattered adjusted his hold on Luna to make sure he didn't drop her. Cross kneeled in front of them both.

"we can always go home if it's to much for you"

Immediately Dream shock his head, which he regretted a second later as the dizziness ramped.

"no Crossy, we both agreed we needed some time out of the void. ...im sorry that I'm ruining it"

The tall skeleton lightly gripped Dreams shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.

"you are not ruining anything"

He kissed the bridge of Dreams nose.

"you have made everything in my life better, don't forget that"

A smile ghosted Shattered's face at those words.

"you know.... You're blind, unconditional love for me is really cheesy" he said, his smile turning into a smirk.

"I do try"

The couple shared a laugh and Dream felt himself feel a bit better. He didn't feel great though. The emotions around him where still dizzying.

Behind Cross he could see the market. It truly did look like fun and he felt bad that he'd soured the mood. He continued to rock Luna and she turned around in his arms to burry her face into his chest.

"you should....." Shattered paused as another wave of dizziness hit him "You should go ahead of me, I'll catch up"

"Absolutely not" Cross stated firmly "I will not leave you, I refuse"

"Cross" Dream said in an equally as firmly manner "I can look after myself for 10 minutes, it will be fine..... I want you to go have some fun"

The guard's expression softened and he stood up again, running his hand across the back of his skull unsurely as he did. "I.... I don't know"

Dream rested Luna in his lap and reached his hands out, Cross took them.

"Cross, I want you to go ahead, I'll join you soon, I promise"

Letting go of Dreams hands, Cross sighed. "Alright..... But I'll come back in 15 minutes, if you are still here then we are going home"

Dream nodded slowly "Deal"

After a few more unsure moments Cross started to back away from Dream. He went slowly in order to give Dream time to tell him to stop. After he didn't, Cross turned and walked in the direction of the market.

As Shattered watched Cross walk into the market, he felt his daughter start to fuss in his arms. His golden eye travelled down to her again. She looked a bit confused or upset. Her emotions weren't developed enough to be easily readable by Shattered. But from what he could sense she was distressed by her dad walking away.

He looked back at Cross again, as the guard inspected what seemed to be a stand of various pastries and cakes. There was a sad, yet nostalgic smile on his face.

Shattered watched as he exchanged some words with the vendor and took Celest's little hand and waved it. Clearly he was introducing them. The vendor seemed to coo at the baby a little and Cross straightened up proudly. Probably bragging about something cute Celest had done recently.

After a few more words he put some coins on the counter and was handed a paper bag, containing what Dream had to assume was a pastry of some kind. He waved good bye to the vendor and started to walk away.

As he did, he took his food item out of its bag and went to take a bite. He locked eyes with Dream mid-bite and gave him a slight deer in the headlights look. After finishing taking his bite, he smiled and waved to his lover. Dream waved back.

It was clear from Cross' expression that whatever he was eating was very tasty and it caused Dream to wonder how much food Cross was going to buy tonight.

Luna fussed again as her father and sister got further away.

Luna and Celest had been almost inseparable since day one, Shattered was still a little unnerved by it. They were always most comfortable when together. Knowing this, Dream told himself that Luna was fussing because she was parted from her sister. But another thought came to him.

What if she was sad about Cross leaving?

It was a stupid thing to think, both babies had been apart from Cross before and not responded this way. Yet the thought wouldn't leave him. It was the kind of thought that bounces around your head and burrows into you the moment you try to forget it.

The first time he left them with me for an extended period of time, I'd tried to....

A chill ran over him followed by a long twang of guilt, which caused him to tighten his grip on his daughter. Cross still didn't know about that night and he wasn't sure he could ever tell him. What was wrong with him? He acted like he cherished them these days (or at lest most days), but how could he when he'd thought of doing such a thing? When all he'd felt upon seeing them for the first time was nothing. His eyes stung and threatened to start crying. In that moment he felt tempted to call Cross back and have him wrap his arms around him. But he couldn't. Not while Cross didn't know.

"I'm sorry that I'm not the best parent to you Mi hija"

The words left his mouth as barely even a whisper. They sounded if he'd not been aware he said them. As if he'd not fully intend to say them out loud. His throat was dry and his soul was burning and twisting.

Cross says you are getting better.

One part of him said

But who's to say they will live to see you be better?

He answered to himself.

He felt the fabric of his jacket get tugged slightly. This drew his attention back to Luna.

She had turned in his arms slightly and was looking up at him with wide eyes. If Shattered hadn't known better, he'd have thought he could sense her worrying. Her tiny fist was curled in the fabric of his coat.

"paaaaaa gaa?"

Dream sighed.

"I get a lot of things wrong..... And I'm going to keep getting things wrong, I might be wrong most of the time"

The former guardian continued to speak in a near whisper, his finger stroking the tiny creature's cheek.

"but I'm going to get some things right as well...... And I'll make a deal with you"

Luna's face scrunched up a little. It was almost amusing to see, as if she was thinking really hard.

"if you and your sister keep on fighting, I'll keep on trying" Luna turned her face into his hand and chewed his glove.

"if you stick around long enough, you'll see a day when I get things right most of the time.... You want to see that right?"

"maaaaaa"

"deal?"

"gahhh gahh"

Dream laughed slightly "I'll take that as a yes"

He looked away from her again. Cross had completely disappeared from his view now, probably off stuffing chocolates. Since Dream wasn't someone who needed to eat, he didn't fully understand, but the sweet and warm smells in the air were very pleasant. He'd not eaten a thing for at least two and a half years, maybe he could try a little something. Carefully he slipped the tiny skeleton back into her carrier and fastened her in.

"Should we go check out the market mi pequeña estrella?" he asked, finally getting back to his feet. His daughter gave a gurgle of approval.

"then let's go shall we"

The atmosphere of the market was all together jolly. As he walked into the heart of it, his head throbbed again, but he didn't feel dizzy. He'd adjust to it fully soon.

Despite what he would want to admit, he felt a very slight anxiety without Cross by his side. He was in no way dependent on Cross, but he was so used to having him near, it was strange to have him absent. To not be able to feel his energy or be able to hold his hand.

No Dream! He thought. Don't be such a baby.

He patted his daughters head with his hand absentmindedly, feeling the fabric of her bow slip down slightly as he did. She giggled and a smile creeped onto Dreams face as she did.

A stand caught his eye. It was a stall of what seemed to be jewellery. As many of the stalls were, it was adorned with colourful lights and decorations of all shapes. Though this one in particular stood out to him. He wasn't sure why, but he decided to approach it.

The monster running the stand stiffened as he approached, but he paid it no mind. He could see the jewellery much closer now. Each piece seemed unique and hand made. There were bracelets, earrings, rings and necklaces, shimmering in all different colours. He greatly enjoyed looking over each individual piece, until his eye socket landed on one.

It was a necklace. Gold, set with a blueish purple stone. There was a small crescent charm on the chain as well. Dream stared at it and knitted his eyebrows. For a moment he wasn't sure why it caught his eye. But as he moved his hand up and traced his thumb across the stone, he realised. He then retracted his hand is if he'd been shocked. He stepped back and folded his hands together, but his sight remained locked on it.

Where are you? Are you even still alive?

A long sigh left his mouth as he forced himself to think of something else. But as he turned to walk away, he glanced at it again. It was almost like he couldn't bare to leave it.

I'm being silly, I'm a man, why would I need a necklace anyway?

With that, he tore his eyes away and proceeded to the next stand. As before the monster running it tensed slightly.

This vendor was selling what seemed to be plastic toys and figures. These weren't home made and seemed to be just the same old toys you could buy anywhere. There was doll house items, human figures and animals. He was so busy looking over the collection, that he didn't notice as his daughter reached for her favourite animal. He was only alerted to what she was doing by a slobbery squish sound.

She had suck the head of the toy into her mouth and was chewing on it.

"Luna no!" Shattered said "I don't want to have to buy that"

Carefully his pulled the plastic cow from his daughters mouth. A thin trail of a mix between gloop and saliva followed it. He had no idea how one baby could produce so much spit so fast. He wiped some off on his coat, but it didn't come close to cleaning it. Yeah....... he was going to have to buy it. He had a small purse of gold coins that Cross had given him. He hadn't asked where Cross had gotten the coins, it was probably best not to.

As he handed it to the seller and asked for the price, the slimy coating ran onto his fingers. Yuck. Not that he could really talk though, he was almost completely covered in something worse.

Dream expected to feel anger or disgust come from the stall owner. But instead he could only sense fear. His eye locked with the eyes of the monster behind the counter. It didn't take long for him to realise. Cross might have treated him like he was the most beautiful and sweet skeleton in the multiverse, but that didn't stop his appearance from being...... Striking at best.

He grimaced and handed the monster the money he owed and took back the toy.

"have a nice evening" he said, trying to sound friendly.

"y-you too sir.... Merry Christmas"

He turned away from the stall and walked back into the market. After inspecting the toy to make sure there was nothing small that she could choke on he handed it back to Luna. She happy put it back in her mouth, flicking his hand with her mouth tentacle as she did.

Shattered felt a burst of joy from his daughter, which made him light headed for a moment. After collecting his bearings he smiled.

"Adorable idiot" he said leaning over and kissing the top of her head. "now let's go find Daddy shall we?"

It wasn't a market that was too large, just a fair amount of stalls and stands and a handful of people. There was no doubt that he and Cross stood out, so it shouldn't be to hard to find his partner.

If I where cross.... Where would I go?

The answer came to his mind not even a second after asking it.

Chocolate...

As he'd noted before, there was a vast amount of edibles all around him. Mostly foods of the sweet variety, commonly fruity cakes and pies. But it wasn't long till he saw what he wanted. Out of the corner of his eye socket, he spotted what he was looking for. Just as he'd expected, chocolate.

Humans and normal monsters, seemed to be fascinated in forming chocolate into many different shapes. Animals, people, stars and bells. Shattered supposed that they got more pleasure consuming the sweet substance when it involved biting the head off of a defenceless reindeer, or mutilating a Santa or two.

He approached the stall of chocolate items. It was a pleasant smell, reminding him strongly of Cross' coat. There was no doubt the guard would have come here. He just had to find him.

Meanwhile, as Shattered looked for him, his mate was busy in a hearty conversation with his daughter.

The guard slipped a snowflake shaped chocolate into his mouth, having finished off the pastry long ago.

"now what should be get for Papa as a late birthday present hmm?" he asked Celest as she blew a spit bubble. "Something simple, you know he doesn't like flashy things"

Celest continued to blow a spit bubble and watched it as it expanded. "why is it that he must be so difficult to shop for....

His voice trailed off as he continued to ponder the question. What to get someone who didn't like material things. Other then his scarf, his ring and his crown, Dream never held onto things. Maybe he could get him a new accessory, like a new piece of jewellery or something. He continued to think and slipped another chocolate into his mouth. As he did this, without him noticing, the tiny skeleton had popped the spit bubble and was now reaching for the candy cane sticking out of his shopping bag full of goodies. She grabbed it and without hesitation, plunged the bright stripped stick into her mouth without a care.

After not even a second her face screwed up and she recoiled. She let out a wine of regret and disgust, which alerted Cross that she was distressed.

"No sweetie , that's pepper mint" the guard sighed, plucking the now sticky candy from his daughters hands. He put it on the counter of the stand they were stood next to. A stall selling Christmas fauna such as Holly, pinecones and mistletoe.

As he set the candy down, he saw daughters face still looked unhappy. "that must have tasted horrible" he said, dabbing the spit from around her mouth with his sleeve.

"we'll get you some nice warm milk when we get home ok?" he said in a baby voice, bouncing her slightly to try and cheer her up. It worked and she giggled. Cross sighed in relief, crisis averted.

He thought back to his question about presents. About Dream. It had been a little while since he'd left him. It would probably be a good idea to go back.

"Now if you are done sampling my treat bag Celly, maybe we should go check on-

"hey" came a voice from up close to his left. He jumped. After a second he realised he recognised the voice and turned to meet Dreams gaze, some chocolate still on his cheek. He was about to say something about how it was go to see that Dream was feeling better, when Dream spoke.

"wanna prove you aren't just a 20g wager?" the golden guardian said, with a slightly sly smile.

For a moment Cross was confused. Had the emotions caused his partner to go loopy? Before he could ask, Dream pointed his finger upwards. Feeling more confused, Cross glanced up. He could now see that they were in fact stood under a mistletoe. Quite a few actually. The sight of the white berried plant made his cheeks flush. He'd fallen right into Dream's trap. How had he not noticed.

He swallowed what was left of the snowflake the chocolate in his mouth "uhh um.... Uh"

He locked eyes with Dream again, finding that he'd taken a step closer. Taking a gloved hand and cupping Cross' cheek, he said.

"I'll take that as a yes"

With that he gently pulled Cross' face closer, till the gap was closed between them with a soft kiss. Cross' soul fluttered as Dream leaned in more to kiss him stronger. The taste of chocolate in his mouth was soon replaced with the flavour of bitter apple sauce. But he didn't mind it, he much liked apple sauce. Unfortunately the kiss wasn't long lived. The two were forced to separate after feeling their daughters starting to fuss, since they were being pressed between them. Dream stepped back slightly, giving his children room and took a breath of winter air. The euphoria from the kiss surged through him, as it had been a while since they had and therefore felt really good.

In fact, It had been a while since they'd done a lot of things. Including telling Cross that he........... That's something he needed to fix and fix straight away. His eyes locked on Cross.

"Te quiero, mi soldado" Dream said, with his face dusting gold. He looked away and pulled his scarf over his face slightly.

Cross returned his blush and smiled "yo tambien Te quiero, mi sol"

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Note: In this chapter there will mention two of my oc ( original character) their physical appearance will be present in the future chapters.

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Chapter 2: Cafè and tea

In the morning the rain was strumming against the window of her room and she was preparing herself to go into the living room. She decided to wear a light pigiama suited for the weather and thought that it was unnecessary to wear the golden ring she usually uses because no one was going to see it anyway beside her parents. It has already been several days since she came back to Japan and she mostly spent her time with her parents: cooking with her mother, training with her father and beating him in a game of chess. Mundane actions that people usually do with their parents but she can't, due to the fact that she lives far from them.

She decided to join his father in the kitchen who was busy cooking breakfast.

Aizawa noticed the presence of his daughter when she entered the room,

"Goodmorning Y/n, your mom already left this early in the morning to work".

"Morning Dad, are those pancakes?," she asked, setting the table.

"Yes your favourite, you can already eat the one on the table while it's still hot ," he said, pointing at the table where there were several pancakes on a plate.

"Thanks Dad," she glanced outside the window and there was still a drizzling rain, " the weather forecasts show that around lunch time there will be sun for the rest of the day, so me and Yuga planned to meet each other in a cafè nearby,".

"That sounds great," he flipped the last pancakes on the pan and he put it on his plate and then he took a chair beside her daughter.

"Well dad thank you for the breakfast,".

While cutting his food, he asked her, "Y/n in a few days I have the final appointment at the tailor shop for my wedding suit. I wanted to ask you if you can come with me?,".

"Are you asking me that because you genuinely want me to be there or you just don't want to be alone with uncle Mic?," she said while spreading the Nutella on her pancake.

"A mix of both, so are you coming?,".

"Of course I will, it's not everyday to see you in such a formal outfit," he rolled his eyes at her daughter's comment, making her tease her father more, knowing his preference over more comfortable clothes rather than elaborate one's.

"But Dad, one week before I came here in Japan you told me that Nezu offered you the position of UA principal, have you already made a decision?,".

Once he heard the question, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and slowly he put the fork on the table. "Honestly no".

"Why?".

"I thought about it and Y/n I know it's a great honour to be the UA principal but," crossing his arm he continued, " I'm getting older and I don't if I can continue to be a hero for more years let alone be the UA principal," he said touching his left leg. She knew what exactly he meant with those words. "Beside," he added, " working as a principal, sure does take off your free time and I prefer spending my free time with your mom rather than working on paperworks,".

"You really love mom," she said.

"Well yeah, that's why I'm marrying her," he admitted with a smile on his face.

"That's it I'm going to tell mom when she comes back home,".

"Please don't, she will tease me about it for the whole week,".

Both of them almost finished eating their food when her father asked, "Y/n I know you told us you took this vacation for health reasons but it might also be because of those articles about you?".

She immediately stopped eating, her eyes were avoiding his father's gaze, almost ashamed to meet them,"So you saw it".

"Yes I saw them, I read those negative reviews about your latest book so does your mom but don't get down on yourself. I know how negative opinions of others can bring you down but don't forget that you will always have me and your mom support you for everything. Me and your mom just want you to communicate with us when something is wrong," and now it was his turn to avoid her gaze, not wanting her to see his eyes tearing up, "we just don't want to repeat what happened to you six years ago,".

She listened attentively at his words, she knows how both of her parents suffered for the events of that day and she promised to herself that it will never happen again, "I know dad I'm working on it and I promise you, you will never see me again in that situation".

"Your mom and I just what the best for you," he said, patting gently on your head.

"I know dad I know," she admitted, giving her father a reassuring smile.

"Oh wait, you said your meeting Aoyama right," he pulled out from his pocket his wallet and gave her 13,000 yen (99 in euro, 117 in dollars), "here take it,".

"Dad, I'm twenty-six years old, I can pay for my stuff,".

"Just take it ok," He replied while sipping a cup of coffee pretending not to hear the protest coming from his daughter.

After the deep conversation she had with Aizawa this morning, she was now preparing to meet Aoyama. Once choosing her outfit, she decided to wear the golden ring on the fourth finger of her left hand to complete the look. Fortunately the weather forecast was right and it was a sunny day outside and her best friend informed her that they will meet in a cafe. He told her how excited he was to try their famous cheesecake and the way he described the pastry makes her want to try.

It took only twenty minutes by walking from her house to arrive at the cafè shop Aoyama told her. From the outside the wall of the shop was black and it was ornated with several climbing plants, there was also a big wooden door as the entrance and inside the place it was rather a cozy atmosphere.

She was searching for her best friend who was in disguise to avoid fans attention towards him and he told her to be able to recognise him, he was wearing a green merchandise t-shirt of Deku with a pair of dark sunglasses and a dark blue bucket hat. After searching for a couple of minutes she finally saw her friend in the most isolated part of the shop and near him there was a TV attached to the wall. He was sitting in a chair using his phone but she noticed something different from her best friend.

"I can't believe he really did that," she thought.

"Yuga I thought you were joking when you said to me you were going to dye your hair," admiringing his new hair color now similar to the shade of blonde of Lucius Malfoy.

After some years of not seeing her in person, he immediately gave her a warm hug, "Y/n!!! It's so nice to see you again".

"Yuga, you don't know how much I missed you," she said, returning back the hug, "it's been two years since we saw each other and the last time was when you visited me in New York".

"And what were you saying about my hair, for your information," flipping his hair with a hand in a too dramatic way, " these are amazing," he said, not caring too much about him blowing up his disguise.

"Whatever you say Lucius Malfoy. So how is my favourite hero?," she asked once they took their seats.

He confesses to her the struggle of being the number fifteen hero, how the paparazzi each day that pass are becoming more determined to invade his private life and his agency already gave five restriction orders to five paparazzi only this last three months. He can't imagine how difficult it is for higher ranking heroes to maintain their privacy, he admitted, but on a positive note he and his team are working hard to climb higher in the hero rankings this year and they are also trying to sign better sponsorships with other companies' brands.

"So yeah, this is basically what I've been doing in the last months," he picked the menu card, " and you, my favourite writer, keep me updated on what is happening in your life," he asked, flipping the menu card.

"Well first I'm sorry for what happened to you with the paparazzi, at least your agencies manage the whole situation well but don't worry I don't have any doubts that you will achieve the top ten hero podium. So you wanted to know my personal life or my work life?,".

"All of it," He admitted with a devilish smile painted on his face.

"You jerk, so where do I start," taking a deep breath, "let's talk first about work, even though I told my parents it was my own decision to be on holiday, actually, it is more like my agency imposed me to take this vacation, because of the critiques. Although my recent book was a success to the public, the critiques were, well, quite harsh.

I have been working in this industry for a long time to develop a thick skin towards harsh criticisms but my agency didn't take it well, they told me, I should take time off from working before publishing a new book. They don't want to see again what they read about me in those articles written by literary critics, phrases like 'The book is so predictable, 'Has Adrianne lost her spark of writing?', 'The book is not on the same level as the other that she wrote', 'I will not even read to meet pets'.

He put down the menu card in his hands, "Y/n, I'm sorry for what happened to you but don't let those critics let you down. I know your worth as an writer and looks like also my colleagues know it, the way they were down knowing you took half year off from writing, you should have seen their reaction when they red what those literary critics wrote about you they were furious to them and every time they talk about your stories and theories about it, their face are engulfed of joy" he said taking both of your hands in his and slightly squeeze it. "Y/n if you can only see the happiness of my co-workers imagines the joy you bring to others millions of people that read your stories around the globe," he expressed with a smile on his face, after all the years that you know him that smile always brings you comfort. "Y/n remember you are the one who brought that medium company to become one of the biggest and most important company in New York with your amazing works, you are their big fish. Even if those literary critics didn't like your books, what can your company do against you? Fire you? Please they are nothing without you," he added.

Trying to not laugh at his last statement, she dried the tears forming in her eyes for the words of support from her friend, she said, "Ohhh Yuga chan, you really know how to make a woman cry".

He winked at her, "What can I say, it's the charm of being a hero".

"Ok let's stop with these tear-jerking moments and let's order." Playfully slapping his arm and picking up the menu card to choose what to order. "I honestly don't know what to pick besides their cheesecake, there are so many to choose from".

"Well I also recommend you to check their drinks,".

Flipping through the pages of the menu card, she decided what to choose, " I know what to order and you?," He nodded indicating to her, he was also ready to order.

A waitress came towards them after she called her, "Hi, are you ready to take an order?".

Y/n spoke for both of them, " Yeah, we both chose the cheesecake and for the drinks a black tea and a bottle of water".

"I'm sorry to say this but there is only one cheesecake left," the waitress informed them both.

"It's ok Y/n you can take it-"

"You are more excited than me to try their cheesecake, so I will pick the tiramisù instead of the cheesecake," she said to the waitresses.

Once the waitress was gone Aoyama told her best friend, " I still can't believe it, our friendship basically started thanks to cheese".

She laughed at what he said because it was basically the truth, she remembered the day she met him.

Her mother gave birth to her in Musutafu, Japan, but at the age of five her mother decided to move to London. When the young girl asked the reason why they needed to reside in another country, her mother's eyebrow frowned at the question but there was an evident sadness in her eyes and a wounded look she tried to hide under a smile. Her mom lowered herself to approach the same height of her child and with her hand she gently patted the hair of her daughter and with hesitation she answered "It's for the best".

So the single mother and her daughter lived their life in tranquillity, trying to fit in a new community and culture with her mother working as a nurse in a big hospital in London and her going to school and living most of her childhood in England.

Y/n didn't make a lot of friends considering her timid nature until one day she discovered a blog that contains: information, fun facts and new discovery about cheeses. A lot of kids around her age didn't like the smell of it and they always say it because the smell of it reminds them of sticky feet. So when she met on this blog a person around her same age that also has the same passion as her they immediately became friends and this boy's name was Yuga Aoyama.

The young girl and her online friend almost spent their time together, talking about what they wanna be in the future.

"Y/n chan when I grow up I want to be a hero just like All Might," the young boy announced, showing to her the All Might plushie.

"I don't really know what I want to be when I grow up, maybe just like my mama?. I just want one day to meet you in person Yuga,".

Unbeknownst to the ten years old girl, her wish will become reality when her mother informs her that they will go back to live again in Musutafu ,Japan. Her mom receives an offer to work as an assistant for Recovery Girl and to her mother's surprise her daughter was more than happy to go back to Japan because this means that she will have the opportunity to meet her online friend in person.

After five years living in England they are finally back in Japan. Her mother was euphoric for the fact that both of them are finally back in their home country and after a few weeks of fixing their apartment Y/n didn't lose time to meet her online friend in person and they decided to meet near the UA school.

After meeting in person the two became closer to each other and their friendship solidified over the years until they both went to the UA high school with Aoyama achieving his dream to go to the hero course and her simply frequenting the general department.

The first year of UA recently started and Aoyama and her were walking in the hallway of the school to go to the cafeteria during lunch break, their peaceful conversation was interrupted when they heard loud noises coming from their back.

There was a boy with blond hair and a black lightning symbol on his hair that just passed them running from something or rather from someone, "You see that boy his name is Kaminari, one of my classmates but I don't know why he's running this fast".

She was going to tell her best friend something until she heard another loud sound of explosion coming from behind her. When she turned around to see what was the cause of the tumult the girl notice another blond boy running towards them with a furios remark on his face, the boy was clearly using his quirk in the school hallway, even if he wasn't allowed to, a blast of explosion appearing on his hands to be able to run faster and Y/n seeing all of this was already ready to ignore it until she heard.

"SHINE!".

After hearing those words coming from the blond boy, Y/n was astonished by what she realised and she didn't even register that she basically screamed to the boy, "What it's you".

Bakugo was searching for Kaminari trying to teach him a lesson for a stupid prank that him and Mineta played on him. After giving a lesson to Mineta it was Kaminari turns now, he was running to find him until he lost sight of him, the only evidence where to find him was hearing his scream of terror trying to escape from Bakugo. The angry blond male immediately knew where the noise was coming from and it was from the hallway near the cafeteria and of course Bakugo didn't lose time and he instantly used his quirk to run faster towards the hallway where the scream of Kaminari was coming from.

Out of frustration he let out a curse but he didn't know that screaming that word can change his life forever.

In the hallway he saw his classmate Aoyama and a girl near him, he was going to ignore them until the unknown girl screamed at him.

Bakugo was continuously running but eventually lose his balance and control of his quirk when the girl in front of him screamed at him, his pupil become more dilated and suddenly his breath grow shorter until he was a few steps from the unknown girl and at that moment he completely lose track of his footstep making him fell on the ground with the girl under him.

Y/n didn't understand what just happened, her body was lying on the ground and she felt a weight of another person on top of her, when she opened her eyes she was greeted with a pair of carmine eyes observing her movement attentively.

" Fuck it's you then ," Bakugo said.

"Y/n ," he called her, "you were zoning out," he added.

"I'm sorry I was thinking of something," she created an excuse, mentally scolding herself to stop reminiscing about the past with rose tinted glasses.

He was going to say something until both of their attention was now focused on the tv near them.

There was a lady in her thirties announcing that one month from now there will be an annual hero gala and the woman was presenting which heroes will be present that night. The lady was showing pictures of various superheroes which some of them were familiar to Y/n from Aoyama and old UA students but what caught her attention was the remark that the woman said when she presented the pictures of Bakugo and her girlfriend.

Look at those two our national sweet couple, we all can't wait to see them and in a few months by now there will be their six years anniversary together .

Y/n and Yuga looked at each other's eyes and they cringed at that nickname that the host gave them.

"National sweet couple? Seriously?," she asked, trying to hold her laugh.

A hand in front of his mouth to suppress his laugh, he said, "Believe me there are worse nicknames that I heard about those two. But you know what is more interesting," he suddenly lowered his voice and asked her to come near him, "there are some rumours in the hero circle that say that Bakugo cheated multiple times on Yua".

At his last statement, she looked with sadness at the golden ring present on her fourth finger and thought Well this isn't like the first time that happen.

" but you know, what is the most interesting part of the 'cheating rumors' about Bakugo is that none of it comes out from the public's eyes," he added.

"Well this is strange considering this is the type of news paparazzi and the media will fight to know ".

Suddenly the conversation she was having with her friends was interrupted when a waitress served them their food.

"Y/n let's stop talking about Bakugo love life, tell me about yours-".

"Not existent," she cut him short.

"Oh c'mon Y/n there will be someone who can make your heart beat again- ".

His complaints were interrupted with the ring of her phone.

"Who is it?," he asked.

She checked her phone and told him, " It's Aki".

"Speaking of the devil. You mean that Aki, the son of the president of the company you work for? The golden bachelor of your company and every female tried to seduce but failed eventually?," he said, drinking his tea.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your fantasies but he's only a good friend of mine, probably he only called just to talk about work knowing him," she admitted, answering the call.

"Hi Aki, ohh you're coming to Japan, when?,".

She heard her friend whispering to her, "Interesting," she rolled her eyes at her friend's comment.

"Ok bye Aki,".

"So what did you talk about,".

She told Aoyama what they talked about and it was mainly about work. Aki is the vice president of the company and in a few days he will come to Japan to take over an important project that was to build a new branch company located in Tokyo.

"And he also asked me if he can take me out to dinner when he will be here,".

"Well well well this sounds like a date to me. Do you ever think that he might have feelings for you?," he asked.

She defended herself, "We knew each other for a few years now, if he ever had feelings for me I should have noticed it by now".

" Y/n , I mean you didn't even notice when Bakugo had-".

She knew exactly where he was coming from and she didn't like it. She touched the ring in her finger with her other hand and with a firm voice she said to him, " Aoyama, stop, I might have not noticed in the past but now I will definitely know if someone has it".

Aoyama noticed her discomfort around that particular subject and he immediately tried to ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I should've thought better before bringing it out that subject".

"It's ok Yuga. I shouldn't be angry with you about things that happened years ago," she comforted him, returning to her calm nature.

"No no no I'm on the wrong side this time and I want you to forgive me by going shopping and let me pay for your stuff," he informed her.

"Wait no you shouldn't do it-".

"I insist Y/n and I don't accept no for an answer," he announced, winking at her.

"I mean if you insist….".

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Flight or Flight - Chapter 4

DT17 Fanfiction

Summary: When Della discovers her childhood hero, Ripcord McQuack, will fly Scrooge's new aeroplane at an upcoming airshow, she weasels her way into a meeting with Scrooge and the aeroplane's lead designer, Birdie McQuack. But the McQuacks have a request: that Della set up a meeting with their son, Launchpad, who they've been in contact with but has actively avoided seeing them in person.

Chapter 1

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Launchpad rested his hands against the bonnet of Mr McDee's car, panting. The warm metal signalled that he had made it back to the garage, safe. He let out a deep huff of air and slumped back against the car. How could his parents do this to him? How could Dewey? If he never saw another airshow in his life, he'd be happy. Airshows always came first in his family. He was done with them.

"Launchpad? Can I come in?" Loopey stood in the garage door, hands clasped in front of her, turning over themselves. "I didn't know Mom and Dad planned to jump you. I was just there for my stunts. I'm sorry."

Launchpad strode over and wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay, Loops. What Mom and Dad do… its never been your fault. I'm not mad at you."

Loopey's fingers dug into his back. Then she pushed him back. "So, if you're not mad at me, why have you been avoiding me? I've seen you, once, since you left home. And I know it was awkward as heck. But you don't have to come to my airshows. You could try and see me otherwise, but you've never really tried."

"I thought you wouldn't want to see me."

"Don't be daft, Launchpad! You're my big brother. Why wouldn't I want to see you?"

"Because I abandoned you."

Loopey squeezed his arm. "You didn't. You left because of Mom and Dad. But they got a lot better after you left. Don't think I didn't notice. I saw the disappointment every time they played with me. And you were hardly home, you always stayed out as late as you could, without getting in trouble, didn't you? At least you did until Dad was home, after the crash. But you never made me feel like how you felt was my fault."

"I didn't want to leave you, Loopey. Dad didn't really give me a choice."

"Wait, he made you leave?"

"No, he just, he made it clear I should. Look, I don't want to talk about this…"

Loopey hugged him again. "It's okay. You don't have to." She looked around. "You live in your boss's garage?"

She had made the change of topic easy, and Launchpad was grateful. But his mind spun, trying to keep up. "Wait, huh? How'd you know it's Mr McDee's and I live here?"

"His name's on the front," Loopey jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "And," She strode past the car to where Launchpad kept his sofa and swept her arms around to encompass his living space. "I'd recognise your decorating anywhere." She pointed around as she turned. "Everything stuffed in socks, fairy lights, pizza boxes…" She continued her spin, picking her way over a scattered shirt and the pizza boxes. Launchpad trailed behind her. "And… wait! Is that all our VHS tapes? Do these even still work?"

"Yeah! Do you want to watch one?"

"Yes! Darkwing Duck! I remember this. Mom said I was too young to watch it. But whenever she and Dad were out, you'd let me."

"That was a lot," Launchpad muttered as he sunk onto the sofa.

Loopey picked up one of the tapes, turned it over, and then sat beside him. "They got better, you know. They had you pretty young."

"I remember when Dad started coming home all the time. I thought it was so great. But it was only because I'd hurt him. Loopey, I really hurt him. His career ended because of that crash. I don't blame him for being mad. I ruined his life."

"His career as a stunt pilot," said Loopey. "He still flies planes. He still trains young pilots. He loves that. Besides, his life should've been about you anyway. And I think that might've been the best thing that happened to Dad. He told me being hurt was the only way he got out of his terrible contract with his manager. And he actually got to be home with his family. And after you left, he did seem sad, at first. But he got better. And he figured out he could do the training and still fly planes, and, and he seemed happier than I remember, less stressed. It's hard to explain. I just wish you'd been there. You'd know what I mean."

Launchpad gulped. "I'm glad he was there. For you. You deserved that."

"So did you."

"Yeah."

"They do want to make it up to you."

Launchpad swallowed hard. He took the tape off Loopey. "Let's just watch an episode, okay?"

"Sure." Loopey grinned. "These were always so much fun…"

Outside, an aeroplane roared overhead, drowning her out. Then, as its buzz died, Gasoline's voice, booming and easily heard even from here, rang out. "Next up in five we have, beating her father's time in nearly every instance, Loopey McQuack!"

Loopey put a hand to her face. "Aw, crap."

Launchpad's heart sank as he put the VHS on the coffee table and forced a smile. She wasn't his dad, he reminded himself. She'd probably worked hard for this. "Go on. You don't want to be late."

Loopey stared back at him. "Seriously? Go on, put in the tape."

"I'm not in the mood to watch it by myself."

Loopey grabbed his arm. "Launchpad, I'm not going. I haven't seen you in years. I mean, it's just a stupid airshow, right? You're more important."

A lump rose in Launchpad's throat. "I… you… you want to stay? With me? Instead of choosing the airshow?"

"Yeah, aw, LP…"

Launchpad choked over a sob and let his sister pull him into her arms.

***

"You should give them another chance." They hadn't ended up watching Darkwing Duck. Loopey sat close to Launchpad, her arm still around him. "They really have changed."

"I know. I wanted to see them, eventually. I just wish they hadn't jumped me like this." Launchpad turned the VHS tape over in his hands. "I can't keep avoiding them, can I?"

"Do you want to avoid them?"

"No. I just wasn't ready." Launchpad gulped at the lump in his throat and forced a smile. "At least they treated you okay? You said Dad was there more."

"Yeah. I think they went the other way. Dad was a bit overprotective. Especially when I was a teenager. I think the only reason I didn't steal an aeroplane was because you'd already done it and… I mean, I was a bit mad at him, but I knew that'd upset him too much."

"He didn't want to let you fly either?"

"At the time, I thought it was because I was a girl. So I just made a point of outflying all the boys instead," Loopey grinned. "Which, you know, wasn't hard. And I think Mom talked to him, and he gave him. Now, you should see his face after he's watched me fly. He couldn't be happier I get to do that. But, you know, I think when I said I wanted to fly, it just made him think of everything that had happened with you, and he didn't want all that stuff to happen to me, you know?"

Launchpad frowned. Maybe his little sister was right. Perhaps he should give his parents another chance. But he couldn't let them be the ones pushing him around. He had to take the lead. He shot to his feet. "I'm going to invite them to dinner."

Loopey frowned at his kitchen. "What here?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"You… ready for that?"

Launchpad squared his shoulders. "There's only one way to find out." He turned to the garage door but couldn't quite convince his feet to move. "Um, Loopey? Can you come with me?"

"Of course. I've got your back, big bro."

***

Ripcord stood with a bunch of younger pilots near the Sunchaser's hanger. "I don't care what he offered you," he was saying. "Don't sign any sort of contract with Gasolini. You're a good pilot, Brett. Someone will pick you up eventually."

"I know you keep saying that, but he has all the best planes…" Brett, a shaggy gold retriever, groaned, and his shoulders slumped.

"And he's a complete jerk," Ripcord put a hand on his shoulder. "He'll treat you like crap. And he'll let the rest of his pilots treat you like crap. There's a reason I don't let you guys harass each other too much and…"

Brett raised his hands with a soft smile. "Okay, okay, I don't need the lecture, Mr McQuack."

Ripcord had his back to him and his sister, and Launchpad, despite keeping up a steady stride that Loopey had struggled to keep up with, found himself screeching to a halt. He should have tried to find Mom instead. It wasn't only the thought of speaking to his father again that made his stomach tighten. It was how close he was to Brett, and the fact he actually seemed to be taking an interest in the boy's desire to be a pilot. He'd been training all these pilots, huh? But he hadn't wanted to teach his own son.

Loopey squeezed his hand, then stepped past him.

"Loopey, wait," Launchpad whispered harshly, but it was too late.

"He's right, Brett," said Loopey. "If you want, I can put in a good word for you with my manager. I mean, you nearly beat my time in the trials."

"You said I sucked!" Brett said.

Ripcord groaned. "Loopey, come on. I've just been telling them not to bully each other. I can't have my own daughter..."

"Dad, I can say stuff like that - I'm not threatening."

"That's not the point!"

"It's okay," said Brett with a grin, swinging a loose punch at Loopey's shoulder, "We're only mucking around. We know where the line is."

"Launchpad." Ripcord had finally spotted him. "You came back?"

"Um, yeah, I…"

"Wait, this is your son you keep telling us about?" said Brett. "Aw, that's great you guys made back up. Mr McQuack hasn't stopped talking about you for these last few months. We didn't even know he had a son before that."

"I'm not quite sure we have yet. Made back up." His father didn't seem as big as Launchpad remembered. He chewed his lip, hanging back, cautious. Not the man who would fling his stunt plane around without a shred of fear. "Me and your Mom, it was your Mom's idea, but…" He shook his head. "Argh, that's not an excuse. I went along with it. And I'm sorry…"

"I wanted to invite you and Mom to dinner," Launchpad blurted out before he changed his mind.

"Yeah?" A grin slowly spread across Ripcord's face. "Launchpad, I…" He moved towards him, but Launchpad took an involuntary step back. "I'm glad, son," Ripcord said, pausing. Instead of going for a hug, he reached out slowly, slowly enough to give Launchpad a chance to back off. When he didn't, he squeezed his shoulder. "Of course, we'll be there."

Even that slight touch sent a flood of warmth through Launchpad. When was the last time his father had reached out for him like that? He forced a smile. This was it. He was going to see his parents again. And everything was going to go just fine.

***

Gasolini sat in his big swivel chair in his office. Across from him, leaning against the wall, was Bomber Beagle, one of his pilots. Next to Bomber sat the man who had first come to him with his request. The man who was also completely ignoring Gasolini and tapping away on his phone. "Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

Mark Beaks groaned and lowered his phone. His fingers kept tapping away, accompanied by annoying bloops and bleeps. But he glared straight at Gasolini. "Ah, yes. All you've got to do is get me on that plane. Get your boy here," and he jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Bomber, "to fly her. All I need is twenty minutes in the air to download all of Birdie McQuack's programming. Then, I'll have everything I need to make my own best delivery system. I'll corner the market and use this…" He held up his phone. "To tell everyone what they should buy. And I'll be the only guy supplying it within minutes to their doorstep."

"Still don't understand why you need me to fly the plane away," said Bomber. "Not that I don't want to have a go. It looks awesome. But can't you just let us sneak you on whilst it's in the hanger? You know, do it while everyone is asleep?"

Gasolini rolled his eyes. "Bomber, you bloody idiot. I'm the one who wants you to take the plane up! I'm not just going to let this nerd on it unless he does something for me. That's how business works. None of you idiots understand that. Which is why I'm the guy making the big bucks, and you've just got to do what I say."

"Business, huh?" Mark Beaks said with a smirk. "Sounded more like revenge to me."

"Ripcord McQuack has cost me millions!" Gasolini slammed a fist down on the desk, making the stacks of paper about him jump. And Mark Beaks, which mercifully made the bleeping stop for a brief second. "If he'd continued to fly as my stunt pilot, I'd have made a killing. And I had an iron-clad contract - or so I thought - which meant I could keep 99% of the profits, and no one else could touch him. But he weaselled out of it just because his idiot son made him crash.

"And everyone loved him for it. People are such saps. Poor, poor, Ripcord. Can't fly his favourite planes anymore. Cut down in his prime! But he didn't let that tragedy get to him, oh no. He decided to use his skills to pass on his knowledge and train young pilots, and he doesn't even charge half of them. So brave! So noble! But I know the truth. That 'bum leg' story is bull shit, and I want the whole world to know. So tell me, Mr Beaks, can your social media do that for me?"

Mark Beaks cackled. "Can social media take a man's reputation and tear it to shreds in a matter of minutes? Oh, sweetheart, that's what it was built for. All you've got to do is give me the right footage, and I'll make it spread like wildfire."

Gasolini grinned a wolfish grin. "Yeah, I can give you that. You and Bomber just help me put on a bit of a show. You can grab your data or whatever the hell you need. And together, we are going to make Ripcord McQuack look like the coward he is."

***

Chapter 5

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bittydragon · 3 years

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What if I just-

Y'know based off the one ask-

"and you're sure you'll both be okay" Wilbur asked for the millionth time. "You're actually going to stay in the farm and-"

"yes!!!" Tommy groaned. "Don't you trust us big man?" Tommy spoke, knowing his brother could hear him since they were wearing the special earpiece Tubbo had made.

"Well-" Wil tried to argue.

"Well, I'm here too! You know I can keep him out trouble, right Wilbur?" Tubbo called up, he was tiny as well, today being on of his and Tommy's meet ups.

Wilbur hesitated before answering, but let out a sigh, knowing it pointless to argue. "Alright. I'll be back as soon as possible, and remember to stay near Techno if anyone shows up" He reiterated the earlier statements as he stood to leave, needing to make a last minute grocery run.

"YOU GOT IT BIG MAN!!" Tommy called even though they had already turned off their earpiece at this point. "So we are breaking out, yeah?"

"Obviously." Tubbo smirked to Tommy, as both tiny boys began to run to their little escape hole.

•••

Later both boys were laughing to themselves in the entry carpet. They had affectively already collected supplies to pull a prank on Wilbur for when they came back. It was mainly just some string, but it would still make for some great fun.

But their fun ended as a loud booming noise came from the door- knocking Tommy recognised it as.

"Hey Wilbur, you home!" The voice was too loud, even from behind a door and both of the tiny people had to cover their ears as it called out.

"It's dad-" Tubbo said to Tommy, but it didn't matter as Schlatt opened the door (most likely having picked the fucking lock), and walked inside.

Tubbo was terrified as he was forced to look up and up and up- just to see his dad. It sent a shiver down his spine.

"Tubbo-" Tommy spoke, having to pull the terrified boy out of his trance and pull them to the side as Schlatt stepped where they had been stander moments ago.

"Huh..." Schlatt sighed, and both scared tinies were relieved as they thought he was going to leave- and the giant was about to but he happened to look down as he was turning. Tommy didn't hug people often, but as those huge orbs landed on him and Tubbo, they were both quick to cling to each other, watching horrified as the giant smirked. "Well this should be interesting"

The boys are small. It's been established that the ants look like ants unless you look very closely due to their size. Tubbo is currently the size of an ant despite not looking like one. Conclusion: Schlatt thinks he found an ant and some other weird ass bug. He's not gonna look closely.

Schlatt is quick to reach out to grab the boys. He walks further into the house with the two in a very tight grip. He was mumbling something along the lines of Wilbur must've had some escapees. Tommy, unfortunately, knows this feeling of being helpless by a humans hands, Tubbo does not. Tubbo has only been held by Wilbur who only ever held him carefully and in an open hand.

Schlatt rummages through the cupboard and pulls out a glass and drops the boys in. They can only watch as Schlatt grabs another cup and walks over to the faucet and fills the new cup. It dawns on Tubbo first. He grabs Tommy in a panic and only can get the word "drown" out. Tommy figured it out right as Schlatt began to dump the water into the cup.

Both boys knew how to swim, so really they just had to tread water until Wilbur came home and rescued them. But Tommy has trauma :) Tommy fell into a glass before at Wilbur's gig. So being in another glass full of liquid triggers his PTSD and he begins thrashing around and trying to call out. It doesn't help when Schlatt picks up the glass and swirls it around to dunk the boys under either. That action spurred him on to start yelling for Wilbur to stop drinking. Tubbo was at a loss, trying to keep his own head above the water. Tommy's heavy breathing and panicked filled eyes was not a good sign. The best he could do was to swim over and stick right by Tommy's side.

Thankfully, Wilbur comes home around that moment. He walks into the kitchen and pauses at the sight of Schlatt swirling around a glass of water. With a grin, Schlatt offers the water to Wilbur who takes it and notices two tiny figures. He hides his anger and calmly tells Schlatt that there's bugs in his water. Wilbur recognized the boys, that was Tommy and Tubbo. And based on Tommy's sporadic behavior, he needed to get his brother out of the glass.

As soon as Schlatt shows himself out, Wilbur scoops the two into his hands and immediately begins comforting them. He put grabbed a small washcloth for them to dry off with as he tried his best to help his brother. He really needs to make sure that Schlatt stays out of his house.

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join-the-joywrite · 3 years

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Take my hand (take my whole life too)

"We played the Oprheum!"

The bouncing hug only lasted a second or two. While the boys regained a significant amount of lost strength, Julie's was slowly dwindling. She was, after all, only human and was out of home way later than usual. Her own internal clock seemed to be screaming at her to at least sit down.

Instead, she went down with the boys as her foot caught on a cable and she stumbled to the floor.

Alex made for a soft landing, one for which her apology was littered with giggles. Alex didn't mind. The slight pain was welcome in comparison to Caleb's jolts. Not to mention, he'd wanted to hug Julie ever since she cried during her not-so-private performance of her mother's song weeks ago. So he lay on the floor and squished Julie tight, only bringing forth more giggles.

"Hey, my turn!" Reggie yelled, rolling over and dropping himself half on Julie, fully on Alex.

"Oof," Luke commented, "that looks like it hurt."

"It did," Alex wheezed, adjusting himself to get used to the additional weight.

As one, all three of them held out an arm to Luke, who didn't hesitate to scoot closer and join the cuddle pile. Head on Alex's shoulder, he was right in front of Julie. He gave her a smile that, had she been standing, would've probably made her lose her balance. She gave him one back.

"I like this," Reggie murmured contentedly, closing his eyes.

"Yeah," Julie agreed, relishing in the fact that she could finally hug her boys, "me too."

They stayed like that for a moment before Alex sat up with great difficulty, sending them all tumbling. "You're all very heavy," he stated by way of explaining.

Julie chuckled and moved to stand up. Luke and Reggie grabbed one of her arms each.

"Stay," both whined. Reggie continued with a grin. "I promise I can be a soft pillow for you."

"I'd love to, honestly, but Carlos is waiting for me. He wanted to talk to me and. . ."

"Fine," Reggie huffed, "but just know that I'm feeling incredibly hurt right now."

Julie ruffled his hair, grinning when he closed his eyes and smiled under her touch. "There's always tomorrow."

Still, all three of them pouted when Julie stood up and righted her clothes.

"I'll see you guys in the morning," she said before walking to the doors. She paused just before closing it. "Thank you, guys."

Alex gave her a wave. Luke smiled at her with a dopey expression. Reggie continued to pout.

Julie bounded up the pathway, gait as giddy as her smile. Carlos was waiting for her in the living room.

"Hey," she said, joining him on the couch.

"Hey."

"Whatcha got there?" she asked, nodding to the paper Carlos' hands were clamped around. "Another French dip recipe?"

Carlos shook his head. "You know what this is."

"I . . . really don't."

"Your band! They're--!" Carlos stopped and glanced around looking for their father. He leaned across the vouch and whispered to Julie with wide eyes, "ghosts."

Julie forced a laugh. "What? No, don't be silly, there's no such thing as ghosts."

Carlos lifted his eyebrows. "Okay, then explain this."

Julie picked up the little black and blue page Carlos tossed to the middle of the couch, recognising it as a CD insert. For Sunset Curve. Julie's own eyebrows lifted slightly, but she continued to pretend like she hadn't a clue what was happening. Then she turned it over and knew the jig was up. Staring up at her was all four members of Sunset Curve. Trevor, or Bobby, sure looked different when he was younger.

"They're just lookalikes--"

"I'd believe you if they were here and we could touch them."

The idea of being able to hold and hug her bandmates brought a warm smile back to Julie's face. She quickly wiped it off and shook her head. "Where'd you even find this?"

"In the box with the French dip recipe."

"Ah."

Carlos suddenly looked around wildly. Julie looked around too.

"What? What happened? What are we looking for?"

"Are they here?"

"What? No, they're in the garage--"

"Aha!" Carlos grinned and folded his arms. "You're a terrible liar, Jules."

"Wh-- I am not!"

"You are, though."

Julie jumped slightly and moved away from Reggie. Carlos noticed and immediately turned his gaze where Julie looked. "Are they here now? Tell them I say hello!"

Julie rolled her eyes. "They can hear you, dork -- and it's just Reggie."

"Tell him that I say hello."

"Reggie says hello," Julie said, heaving a resigned sigh. "What are you doing here? I told you I'd see you in the morning."

"I knew it," Carlos whispered to himself as he watched his sister talk to thin air. She looked, in all honesty, a bit insane, but at least he knew he was right about the ghosts. "So how does the ghost thing even work? How come I can't see him now, but we can all see them when you play?"

Julie whipped her head from Reggie to Carlos. "It -- I'll explain it all tomorrow, okay? It's been a long day. Reggie, go back to the studio. Carlos, to bed. It's late."

"All right," Carlos grumbled, sliding off the couch. He paused at the stairs and glanced back to see Julie scolding nothing. He hoped he'd get to officially met the guys. Julie made them seem fun.

"All right, little man, what do you wanna hear?"

Julie repeated the question to Carlos, letting him know that it was Reggie who asked.

Carlos thought for a moment. "I like the song you were singing before you got back into the music program."

"Oh, that's not our song, that -- that--"

"No, it's okay," Luke said, "I'm sure we can work something out."

"I -- okay."

Carlos sat down on the couch, almost bouncing with excitement as Julie took a seat behind the piano. The melody she played wasn't loud and energetic like their usual songs. It was quiet and gentle. Even when the band kicked in, they were much softer than usual. Julie hummed along where the words should be so that Carlos could easily speak to the boys.

"I'm--"

"Wait!" Carlos said, jumping off the couch, cutting Luke off. "I'm gonna guess based on what Julie says about you."

"You talk about us?" Luke asked with a teasing grin.

Julie hit a particularly furious note. "Shut up."

"Luke, Reggie and Alex," Carlos said, pointing to the correct band member as he went.

"Nice, little man!"

"This is so cool," Carlos whispered, eyes widening when Reggie paused playing and knelt down for Carlos to stick his hand through Reggie's arm. "Woah."

The band noticed that they were very intangible to Carlos.

Luke was only slightly disappointed when Carlos chose to focus his attention on Alex next.

"I like your hoodie."

"Thanks," Alex said, beaming. "Here, you wanna try?"

"Nah, I don't play music . . . okay, maybe a little."

Julie laughed softly as she watched Alex stand and then point where Carlos should hit. To keep them from disappearing, she continued the piano. Luke kept up with his guitar, grinning at her all the while. Their little musical conversation didn't go unnoticed by Reggie and Alex, who shared a knowing glance before Carlos grabbed Alex's attention.

"Have you ever accidentally stabbed your drums through with the sticks?"

"No, and please do not do that. We have no idea what it costs to repair dead instruments."

Carlos handed the drumsticks back to Alex and hopped off the chair. He stood in front of Luke, who knelt down as Reggie had done.

"So. You're the one my sister has a crush on."

"Carlos!" Jullie yelled, standing up and slamming down about five wrong keys.

"It was nice meeting you," Carlos yelled as he fled the garage.

With her face burning, Julie chased him down.

Alex and Reggie did their best not to laugh. They really did. But the shell-shocked look on Luke's face was hilarious. Even the withering glare Luke sent them didn't help quieten their laughter.

Up in the house, Ray Molina thought he was about to witness a wrestling match. "Julie! What are you doing?"

Julie, who suddenly realised there was no way to explain why she was attacking Carlos without either sounding like a lunatic or exposing the phantoms to her father, slowly slid down to the ground.

Carlos sat up on the couch. "Julie has a crush on Luke! Julie has a crush on Luke! Julie has a--"

"Oh, that is it!"

Perplexed, Ray watched Julie spring back on the couch with a war cry, followed by a pained, "How could you say that in front of him?!"

"Who's Luke?"

Carlos, seemingly determined to ruin Julie's life, broke out from her seeking arms and grinned at Ray. "The beanie boy in her little boyband--"

"CARLOS!"

"Julie," Ray said, a playful warning edge creeping into his voice as he folded his arms, "is there something you want to talk about?"

"No! Not at all! Excuse me, I have to go, um, rehearse!"

"Rehearse?" Ray exchanged an amused grin with Carlos. "What for?"

"Uh, future gigs? You know, since we played the Orpheum, we might get like a ton of calls and -- oh, like this, see?" As Julie held up her phone, both Ray and Carlos saw Flynn's name, but both decided to give Julie a small reprieve. In the meantime, Carlos could fill Ray in about this little crush business.

"You are not going to believe what just happened," Julie said, taking the stairs two at a time. "I took Carlos down to the garage to meet the guys, you know, 'cause he figured them out and he wanted to meet them, but then he told Luke I have a crush on him and I ended up chasing Carlos back to the house 'cause I didn't want to stay in the garage with Luke -- and Alex and Reggie -- and then my dad caught us fighting on the couch and then Carlos told my dad that I have a crush on Luke and my life is over!"

Flynn took a moment to respond. "Well . . . it's not like he's wrong, is he?"

"Flynn!" The wail that Julie threw into her pillow as she face planted her bed was equal parts betrayed and mortified. "How am I supposed to show my face at practice now? Can I come and bury my head in the sand at your place?"

Flynn laughed over the phone. "Grow up, Jules. You turned Nick down for this air cutie. Nick. You made your choice, now live with it."

"Flynn," Julie growled.

"Okay, okay. Look, you have to talk about it at some point. There's no way you can have that kind of fire on stage without some mutual attraction, and that's just Luke and Reggie. Then there's Luke and you. Jules, that's not even a fire anymore. There is something serious between you two and even though I still think it's a bad idea because he's, you know, air, I still think you need to talk about it before the wrong thing blows up."

"I know," Julie sighed. "I can handle Luke -- I think. It's my dad I'm worried about. How do I explain it all without him wanting to take me to a shrink?"

"Don't tell him anything. Show him. Maybe with a little less flair than you did with me. Play him something soft. Like . . . wasn't your mom in a couple of bands when she was our age? Maybe he'd know one of her songs. Maybe if you guys played something of hers, he'll have enough of his head around him to know it's all real, but enough of it will be in the clouds that it'll be easy to explain."

Julie stared at her phone, at the contact photo she had of Flynn. "You are a genius."

"I know. So, I was just calling to ask how you're holding up, but I'm going to assume everything is fine and the guys didn't cross over?"

"Yeah, no, it was really weird. Caleb's curse just sort of . . . broke, I guess, after I hugged them."

"Wait, hold up. You hugged them? What was that like, arms hanging in the air and hoping you were touching?"

Julie sighed a happy sigh. "We have a lot to talk about."

"I'll be there for dinner, no excuses -- and I expect your dad to know what's going on by then."

Julie rolled over and muffled a groan of despair into her pillow.

"Rough day?"

"It's only ten," Julie whined, lifting her head to give Alex her sad eyes.

Alex smiled. "You'll be fine -- I mean with your dad thing. With Luke on the other hand. . ."

Julie faux sobbed into her pillow, eliciting a soft chuckle from Alex, who sat down on her bed. He reached out for her shoulder then quickly drew back. Ever since Julie left the garage last night, it had been on his mind -- on all their minds -- that the hug was a one-time thing. He didn't want to confirm their fears if they were right.

"Hey, it's okay, Jules."

Julie let out a strangled wail that took Alex a few seconds of clamping his mouth shut to avoid laughing at the poor girl.

"I'm serious. You know, Luke, he . . . he's not great with feelings. He talks with music, with songs, with lyrics. He says the most important things when he looks at you on stage or at a rehearsal or when you're writing music together. He's just scared. I mean, we all are, but him most."

Julie sat up, hugging her wail-pillow to her chest. "You sound like you're speaking from experience."

Alex shrugged. "All I'm saying is, give him a chance -- and give Carlos a break. Honestly, he might have just done you a favour."

"I cannot believe you're taking Carlos' side."

"I'm not! I'm not, I'm just -- things are already complicated. How much worse can they get?"

Julie sighed. "I don't know. . ."

"Well, it's not like Luke does either. He's locked himself in the bathroom and Reg and I think he's been crying in the bathtub this whole time. We'd phase through the door but Luke can actually hit us if he wants to so. . ."

"Oh, and you think I can't?" Julie teased.

The two shared an amused grin, but beneath it, both were thinking the same thing. What if she couldn't?

"All right, I'll tall to him. But you and Reggie have to leave."

Julie ventured into the empty garage. She looked around for Reggie and Alex, unsure if she was relieved or not when she didn't find them. Up in the loft, they watched Julie disappear as she headed further in towards the bathroom door.

She knocked gently. "Luke?"

Silence.

"Come on, I know you're in there. Alex says you've locked yourself in and won't come out."

"I'm not Luke."

"Okay, but I need to talk to Luke so can you pass on the message for me?"

"I'll let him know."

Julie smiled, finding Luke's behaviour somewhat amusing. She leaned against the door. "I'm sorry about Carlos, he . . . he just really enjoys embarrassing me in front of people. I guess he figured since you guys can't really speak to other people, you'll have to talk to me and we'll all have to confront whatever he said so that's why he picked you to tease and --" Julie broke off with a sigh.

The bathroom stayed silent.

"And I'm sorry for running out after him. I was just . . . I was afraid of what you'd say."

When Luke spoke again, though his voice was much softer, it was also much clearer. As if he were closer to the door. "Why? Was he . . . telling the truth? Did you say something?"

Julie fidgeted with the sleeves on her yellow jersey. "No, but I'm not exactly the most subtle person and if you haven't noticed, I suck at lying."

Luke laughed softly. "Oh, we noticed. Everyone knows you're a horrible liar."

"Thanks," Julie said with a grin, "I mean, I really just came here to affirm what a bad liar I am."

"Ooh, sarcastic too."

"Shut up."

"Well?" Luke said after a moment of silence. "Was he?"

Julie leaned against the door and sighed. "What does it matter? It's not like anything would come of it."

"It does matter, Jules. It -- it matters because -- well, I mean, you matter. To me."

"I know," Julie said softly, turning so that her back was against the door. "It sucks, doesn't it?"

"Not all of it sucks," Luke murmured from the other side of the door. "We could find a way. You've already done so much that no other lifer ever has, as far as anyone knows. Why stop there?"

Julie laughed. "Your ambition is very inspiring, Luke, but everything has a limit."

"So find that limit, then. You'll never know how high it is if you stop now."

Julie felt something brush her hand and glanced down to see Luke's arm phasing through the door. She wanted to reach for his hand but she was afraid she'd just pass through him. So she made a joke instead.

"You do realise that a floating arm is way more unsettling than anything else ghosts have ever done, right?"

"How's a floating head?" Luke asked, pulling his hand back and leaning forward. He gave Julie a grin. "That's always scary, right?"

"Stop it, that's weird."

Neither noticed that Julie had managed to make physical contact with Luke until after she'd shoved him back into the bathroom.

"If I come out there, are you going to poke me in the eyes again?"

"First of all, I didn't," Julie said, appreciating that Luke wasn't reacting with the panicked excitement she felt. "Second of all, I'll try not to."

"Okay, but if you do, I'm really going back into the bathtub."

Julie twisted her fingers and wrung her wrists and bounced nervously as she waited for Luke to step through the door.

"Can we try that again?" Luke asked, holding out both hands to her.

The scene felt vaguely familiar to Julie, and everything came crashing down when her hands passed through Luke's once and then twice.

"You're nervous," Luke said softly, "there's no need to be. You didn't think last time. You weren't nervous."

"I can't. I don't know what it is--"

"Yes, you do. You know it's not us doing anything. You're the one with all the magic, Jules."

Nervous but now confident, Julie tried once again. She thought she'd be able to walk on water whe she felt Luke's hands close around her own. The smile he gave her was the usual dopey look she always noticed him wearing around her.

"See? It's all you."

Julie squeezed his hands, almost like she was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. "I like this," she murmured.

"Hey, Jules?"

"Yeah?"

Luke watched her eyes widen the tiniest bit as she gave him a questioning look. "Uh, do you -- about what Carlos said . . . We will talk about that, right?"

"Yes. I promise. Just . . . later?"

"Okay." Just the promise was enough for Luke. Besides, he could hold her, now. He could hold her hand, brush her hair out of her face, hug her. He could even flick her nose or tug her curls to annoy her, nudge her around when she didn't laugh at his jokes. And if -- he hoped she did -- but if she didn't feel the same way he did, then being able to be her best friend and just high five her now and then would still be enough. She wasn't just out of reach anymore.

Ayeeeee this just be sitting in my notes??? I found it like this??? All it needed was a title??? Speaking of, I might change that title and steal it for a sad fic oop

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the fat ones #julie and the himbos #jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #jukebox #jatp fic

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