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sissyisawitch · 4 months

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Christmas at Home

Part 2 of I'll Be Home For Christmas (link)

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: Ten years later, MC has a home, a family, and a husband. What does a traditional Christmas look like for her now?

Word Count: ~6.4k

Warnings: Tooth rotting Christmas fluff 🎅🎄

Author's Note: Requested by @mochiglow . Plus I wanted to write one last Christmas story before the end of the year (yes, once again, I had to rush to get the story out in time). As always, I hope you'll enjoy it! And I wish you lots of love for the year ahead💕

The room was shrouded in the soft glow of dawn, and MC found herself caught in the liminal space between sleep and wakefulness. Tossing and turning, her mind danced on the edge of dreams and reality, a swirl of thoughts and anxieties tugging at her subconscious. The weight of the night seemed to lift when, in that vulnerable moment, she inhaled a familiar scent that wrapped around her like a comforting embrace—Sebastian’s scent.

MC's senses gradually anchored to the reassuring fragrance that enveloped her. With a sigh, she opened her eyes to be met with her husband's naked torso. She had been waking up to the same sight for ten years to the day, ever since that memorable Christmas when they had met by sheer happenstance, and ended up confessing their feelings for each other. After leaving Anne and Ominis's house after dinner, MC had gone back to sleep at Sebastian's house in Hogsmeade, and that time, they had slept together in the same bed. From that day on, the two lovebirds had never left each other's side. MC had immediately moved in with Sebastian, having nowhere else to go after leading a nomadic and adventurous life. Sebastian had supported her every step of the way, helping her to find a job and to buy more possessions than what was in her suitcase (because she did in fact travel light).

In short, Sebastian had been the most incredible boyfriend, the most loving and patient partner, as well as the most reliable and unconditional support.

Thank Merlin he had been there to help MC get used to her new life of routine, because it had not been easy every day. Still, she was grateful to have overcome all these trials and tribulations, and especially to have done so alongside Sebastian, because it had brought her to the present moment. For ten years, she had had the privilege of waking up surrounded by the strong arms of the man she cherished more than anything else in the world, and witnessing the marks of time embedding into him: how his beard was fuller than before, how the patch of hair on his chest had widened and darkened, how his shoulders had broadened. But if there was one thing that remained unchanged, it was how madly in love Sebastian was with MC, and how he never failed to prove it to her.

Drawing solace from the gentle rise and fall of his chest, MC shifted closer to him – if that was even possible – seeking even more contact with his warmth, which, as always, miraculously succeeded in making all her nervousness vanish.

As if attuned to her restlessness, Sebastian stirred awake and instinctively tightened his hold around her petite figure.

“You’re up early.” Sebastian said with his husky morning voice, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“I didn't sleep very well.” MC admitted while bringing her hands up to rest on his chest.

He placed a delicate kiss to her forehead, before looking at her, his gaze tender and filled with a quiet understanding, “I know you. You're stressing about today because you want everything to be perfect.”

“That must be it, yes…” She replied absently, mindlessly tracing the freckles that adorned his collarbones.

MC was not sure how, but the whole family had decided that for the first time, the Christmas festivities would be held at MC and Sebastian's house, instead of at Anne and Ominis' in Feldcroft as in all the other years.

“You don't have to worry, you know. We're not asking you to make a big feast. Besides, whatever you prepare, I know it'll be brilliant.” Sebastian continued to try and reassure her, still flashing his radiant smile.

MC made no response. Instead, she preferred to nestle her head in the crook of his neck and place tender kisses along his skin, moving her lips as slowly as possible to fully appreciate the taste of him. Fortunately, Sebastian did not question why his wife was being particularly cuddly this morning. He simply tightened his grip on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh through her satin nightdress, while his other hand moved down her thigh to trace invisible shapes and caress her skin.

“I love you, Sebastian.” She declared all too solemnly.

He chuckled at her confession, which came out of nowhere, but which he never tired of hearing, “I love you too, darling.”

After all these years together, Sebastian still marvelled at how the soft contours of their bodies moulded perfectly into one another, as if they had truly been made for each other down to the very last detail. Limbs entwined and hearts beating in unison, they both revelled in each other's quiet, yet soothing presence… That was until Sebastian could no longer resist his ardour.

With two fingers under her chin, he tilted MC's face until their eyes met. Without wasting a second, Sebastian claimed her plump lips, kissing her languorously, all the while taking his time, as if he were discovering her for the first time. The way he sucked and nibbled her lips with fervour made MC realise that he was hungry for more than just breakfast.

MC let out several keen moans, which fuelled Sebastian's passion. He could not stop running his hands over every inch of her body, his electric touch setting her skin on fire. Sebastian's next move would have been to roll on top of his wife to pin her to the mattress... if only he had not been stopped short by the creak of their bedroom door being opened, followed by the patter of little feet.

Sebastian let out a deep growl and fell back onto his side of the bed, while MC giggled at his reaction.

"Mummy! Daddy! Wake up, it's Christmas!" Their son, Theodore, exclaimed with uncontainable excitement, like a burst of energy dispelling the lingering tranquillity. Sebastian and MC, still wrapped in the warmth of each other, exchanged a fond smile.

Oblivious to the interrupted moment, the five-year-old clambered onto the bed with a gleeful grin, and squeezed himself between his parents, joining their intertwined embrace.

“I can't wait for Father Christmas to come! I told him I want a big dragon this year!” Their son's voice bubbled with the magic of the holiday.

MC exchanged a glance with Sebastian, amused by their son's earnest Christmas wish, "A dragon, huh?" She teased. "That's a pretty big request, Theo. Are you sure you have enough space for a dragon in your room?"

Theo’s eyes narrowed as he contemplated the logistics, "Well, maybe a baby dragon? They're smaller, right?"

Sebastian chuckled, "We'll see what Santa can do, buddy.”

“Can we send him a letter to ask him to come sooner?” Theo asked eagerly.

Sebastian ruffled his son's unruly chestnut hair – the same one as him, “Easy there, little elf. You know he only comes once the whole family is together. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair on Aunt Anne and Uncle Ominis. They wanna see him too.”

The child pouted, understanding his father's answer, but clearly dissatisfied with it all the same.

MC took her child in her arms and stood up, "Come on, young man. Let's get out of bed, and eat breakfast first. Then we’ll get ready, and I promise you won’t see time go by."

The family descended the stairs into the living room, which was bathed in Christmas atmosphere, with the tremendous tree shining brightly, the stockings hanging on the mantelpiece, and the dining table adorned with festive decorations, ready to welcome guests for a feast.

Luckily for MC, Theo was a real glutton like his father, so it was not difficult to convince him to eat. Nevertheless, like his mother this time, he was a real chatterbox. While they were all eating, Theo could not stop talking about the potential presents he was going to get. Overwhelmed with excitement, he kept chattering away, often with his mouth full, and MC had to remind him several times that this was impolite.

After breakfast, the family retreated to their respective corners of the house to get dressed in their festive best for the special occasion. Sebastian, who had quickly put on his outfit, went to help his son put on his Christmas attire which consisted of a green tartan shirt, red trousers with braces and a matching bow tie.

Meanwhile, MC put on a little make-up and slipped on her black velvet dress which had a V-neckline bordered by lace that matched the one decorating the cuffs of its long sleeves. The bust was fitted at the waist, and the skirt was flowing but still close enough to the body to outline the graceful curves of MC's body.

Sebastian appeared suddenly, and hugged MC from behind, making her jump slightly, “You’re gorgeous as always, my love. You never fail to take my breath away.”

MC turned around to take a look at him, clad in black trousers and shirt, with only a forest green tie for a touch of colour. It was rather simple but it always seemed to do the trick to make MC weak in the knees. Especially when he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showing off his strong forearms, with freckles scattered among the hair, and veins bulging out of his tanned skin.

She devoured him with her eyes, a smirk plastered on her lips, “Thank you. You’re quite handsome yourself, you know.”

His hands started from between her shoulder blades, then travelled down her body, exploring the small of her back, the curves of her hips, until they landed on the soft pulp of her ass. He let out a throaty growl, “Merlin, I never get tired of this dress. I love the way it shows off your hips. Makes me wanna rip it right off to see the real deal underneath.”

Ashamed that he still managed to make her blush like a shy schoolgirl after so many years of marriage, MC pushed him away and turned her head to hide the scarlet tint in her cheekbones, “Keep your hands to yourself, Mister.”

“Oh, come on, you’re no fun. Let's just carry on with what we started earlier, while we can.” Sebastian whimpered as he tried to catch her.

Any protestations about having a lot on her plate and a meal to prepare, died on the tip of MC's tongue, as Sebastian snaked his hands around her waist, tracing his fingers down to her private parts. Even through her layers of clothing, his experienced touch was enough to ignite a passionate fire that warmed her core.

It would have been fun to keep going... if only they had not been interrupted by a sudden piercing scream coming from the living room.

Fear gripped both MC and Sebastian’s hearts as they raced downstairs, the staircase resounding with the loud thump of their hurried footsteps. The living room came into view, and their eyes immediately sought out their son, dreading that something had happened to him.

To their relief, he stood near the window, his face pressed against the glass, and his excitement turned the initial scream into joyful laughter, "Mummy, Daddy, look! It's snowing! It's really snowing!" He exclaimed, pointing at the delicate flakes dancing in the winter air.

Relief washed over MC and Sebastian when they saw that nothing serious had happened. However, their respite was short-lived, because the next moment, Theo was throwing a tantrum to be allowed to play outside.

Unable to resist his son's demands and desires, Sebastian, bundled up in a warm winter coat, led Theo out into the garden where a pristine blanket of snow awaited. Laughter echoed through the quiet air as father and son dove into the wintry playground, crafting a snowman with gleeful enthusiasm. The garden became a canvas for their snowy adventures, a scene of joyous bonding and shared laughter.

From the cozy warmth of the kitchen, MC observed the heartwarming spectacle unfolding outside. As she chopped vegetables and tended to the simmering pots, her gaze lingered on the snowy tableau framed by the window. The sight of Sebastian and Theo engaged in a spirited snowball fight filled her with gratitude. She marvelled at the twists of fate that had brought them here, realizing that, had they not moved in this house in Marunweem, this idyllic scene might have remained an unfulfilled wish.

MC and Sebastian's Hogsmeade cottage had rapidly become too cramped when ideas of marriage and children began to blossom in their minds. So, two Christmases later, Sebastian surprised MC with the house of her dreams in the hamlet of Marunweem. That evening, after showing her around the first floor with its many bedrooms that would accommodate possible guests or their future children, the vast living room with its welcoming fireplace, and the light-filled kitchen, Sebastian took MC out into the garden to admire the remarkable view over the lake of Marunweem. And when MC turned to thank her boyfriend, he was down on one knee, asking her to have him for the rest of his life, in the middle of the garden where they got married the following summer.

MC had just finished preparing Christmas dinner, a smile playing on her lips as she soaked in the warmth of the kitchen and the beauty of the snowy tableau outside, when an unexpected wave of dizziness swept over her, leaving her momentarily disoriented. The room seemed to sway, and she felt a sudden need to sit down. Lowering herself to the kitchen floor, she steadied her breath, attempting to shake off the unsettling sensation. In the midst of her momentary weakness, the world outside the window transformed into a blurred mosaic.

Sebastian, engaged in snowy merriment with Theo, glanced back toward the house. When he no longer saw MC at the window, a subtle dismay overcame him. Instinctively, he grabbed his son in his arms and rushed back inside, his heart pounding with worry.

Finding MC on the kitchen floor, Sebastian hurried to get their son out of the room, lest he too worry about his mother and start crying.

"Go take off your coat and shoes, and stay in the living room, little lad. I'll join you right after."

"Yes, Daddy."

Once Theo had gone, Sebastian knelt beside his wife, concern etched on his face, "Darling, what happened? Are you okay?"

With a reassuring smile, MC nodded, “I'm fine, just a dizzy spell. But it's gone now.”

Obviously, her words did not get through his thick skull, and failed to reassure him, because Sebastian was still visibly worried, “Come on, hold on to me. I'll take you to rest on the sofa.”

Before she could protest, Sebastian slipped one hand under her knees, and used the other to support her back as he lifted her off the ground and carried her bridal style. In order not to fall, MC had no choice but to lean fully against his chest (not that she was complaining, since she even took the opportunity to rest her head against his shoulder and get a whiff of his strong cologne).

Sebastian then tightened his embrace around her, making sure she was safe and secure in his arms. MC was by no means surprised by how overprotective he was with her. He had always acted that way with her, even when they were mere friends at Hogwarts, so she knew that it was not after so many years that he was going to start changing.

As promised, he carried her into the living room, where their son was settled at the coffee table while drawing, and deposited her on the plush sofa with the utmost delicacy, as if she were the most fragile and valuable treasure in the world, threatening to shatter into a thousand pieces at the slightest breeze, “There you go. And I don't want you to move from here. You'll only be allowed to get up and sit at the table when dinner starts.”

“Seb, I'm not made of glass.” MC tried to argue.

“No, but you're tired. You didn't sleep well last night, you shouldn't have been cooking on your feet all morning.” He replied, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and genuine care. “You should have asked me to help you, I could have prepared the meal.”

An amused scoff escaped MC, “Sure.”

“What? I’m not that bad at cooking.” Sebastian took on a false air of offence.

MC only stared at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for him to face what they both knew to be the truth.

Sebastian sighed, before letting out a light chuckle, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m a bloody menace in the kitchen.”

MC joined in his laughter, when a knock resounded at the front door, signalling the arrival of their guests. MC, instinctively moving to rise and greet them, felt Sebastian's firm hand gently but decisively press on her shoulder, urging her to stay seated.

"What did I tell you? Don’t you even dare think about standing up." He sternly ordered her. Concern etched his features as he looked into her eyes, silently pleading her to prioritise her well-being.

Sebastian then rose to answer the door. Their friends, adorned in festive attire, entered with smiles that instantly brightened the room. MC, who was still seating in the living room, could hear greetings and laughter from afar. After giving them all a hug, Sebastian directed his gaze towards his wife, giving her a knowing look. MC nodded to let him know she understood, then watched him slip away discreetly upstairs, when she was startled by a bundle of vigour hurtling towards her.

"Aunt MC!" Anne and Ominis' daughter shouted. MC had not seen her since the first of September, when she and the rest of the family had accompanied the little girl to Hogwarts for her first year there. With two Slytherin parents, and Salazar Slytherin's blood in her veins, she had been sorted into the green house with no surprises.

“Estelle, Merlin's beard! You look stunning!” MC took the little girl in her arms and kissed her on the cheek before releasing her. “Give me a twirl, so I can see your beautiful dress.”

Estelle did as she was told, showing off her knee-length blue and white windowpane dress, which had a white Claudine collar and ruffles at the bottom of the skirt.

“My, my!” MC exclaimed while admiring her niece. “All the boys at Hogwarts must be pursuing you.”

“I've got a friend. His name is Henry… I think he's cute.” The girl admitted shyly.

“Promise to tell me everything later?” MC asked, extending her pinkie finger towards her.

Estelle nodded eagerly, holding out her own little finger to seal the promise.

With that done, MC turned to her son, who had yet to notice the presence of guests, so engrossed was he in his colouring, “Theo, have you seen who's arrived?”

“Auntie and Unkie!” The boy abruptly dropped his crayons and ran towards them at full speed.

“My favourite nephew!” Anne lifted him up and took him in her arms. “Say, you've grown up again! You'll soon be taller than me!”

As for Ominis, he approached the sofa to lean over his friend, “So, MC, are we not worthy enough for you to get up and say hello to us?”

“Healer Sebastian put me on sofa rest.” She joked to play down the situation. “I had a dizzy spell earlier, and you know what he's like: always worrying about nothing.”

Before Ominis could respond, Theo climbed onto his mother's lap, “Mummy! Mummy! Now that Auntie, and Unkie, and Estelle are here, is Father Christmas coming?”

“Oh well, I reckon he won't be long now.”

On cue, another knock resounded at the door.

“Maybe that's him!”

Her lady-of-the-house reflexes took hold of MC, who was on her feet in an instant to open the door. On the other side, white-haired Father Christmas was waiting on the porch, wearing his red coat and hat trimmed with white fur.

“Theo, look who's here!” MC summoned her son.

Only the young boy’s loud gasp was heard in the room, his face lighting up with delight at the unexpected arrival of Father Christmas himself, carrying a sack full of presents, and displaying a wide smile beneath the snowy white beard.

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" Father Christmas – or rather Sebastian transfigured into an impressively convincing version of him – exclaimed heartily. "Are there any children who are on the nice list in this house?"

Theo, eyes wide with excitement, approached Father Christmas eagerly. "Me! Father Christmas, I've been really good this year! I even ate all my vegetables!" he declared proudly.

Sebastian chuckled with a deep, jolly voice, and handed him two enormous gifts, "That's excellent, Theo! Keep up the good work, my young friend."

Wide-eyed with wonder, Theo opened his presents in record time. Inside the first was a giant stuffed Common Welsh Green dragon, and inside the second was a small broom suitable for a five-year-old, with a note saying 'Since you can't fly on your dragon'.

The cuddly toy had been MC's idea, as dragons were something Theo talked about all year round, while the broomstick had been Sebastian's idea, as he hoped his son would follow in his footsteps and join his future house's Quidditch team once he got to Hogwarts. They all watched as the young boy was thrilled by his two gifts. He smiled and laughed, unable to contain his excitement. Theo's joy was contagious.

This encouraged Sebastian to continue to distribute gifts, "Estelle, sweetie! My elves have told me nothing but good things about you this year! I've heard that your first year at Hogwarts is going wonderfully well, and that you have a particular interest in Potions. I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you, Father Christmas." Estelle played along for her young cousin's sake, even though she knew perfectly well that it was her uncle underneath the red and white suit.

In turn, Estelle received a large gift containing a set of cauldrons of different metals and sizes, as well as two smaller packages containing numerous ingredients, and manuals containing various potion recipes. It was the perfect apprentice potioneer's kit.

"I still don't know where she got her love of potions from. Certainly not from me." Ominis mumbled under his breath, making Anne laugh.

Father Christmas continued the merry gift-giving for the other guests, taking his role to heart and revelling in the joyous atmosphere. But Sebastian being Sebastian, he could not resist a playful aside to his wife, who was watching the festive scene unfold, "I've heard from your husband you've been a naughty girl. You didn’t stay seated like he told you."

MC took great pleasure in playing along with him, "My husband doesn't know what he's talking about. He just worries too much."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at his wife through his little round Father Christmas glasses, "Now, that's not something a good girl would say about her husband, is it?"

"I'll make it up to him tonight. I promise I'll be a really good girl." She smirked, the hint of mischief in her eyes obvious.

Even through his thick white curly beard, MC could see his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. It took Sebastian a moment to get back into character, "Will you? Well, in that case, I think Father Christmas has a special gift for you too, my dear."

With a theatrical flourish, he presented her a beautifully wrapped box. Curiosity sparkled in MC's eyes as she accepted the gift. She carefully unwrapped it, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake, each branch encrusted with small diamonds which sparkled brightly in the festive lights.

"I thought it would be a fitting reminder of all the magical Christmas moments we've shared together over the years." Sebastian explained in a whisper.

Touched by the thoughtful gesture, MC smiled warmly at Sebastian, "Thank you, Father Christmas. It’s perfect.”

“There's another surprise underneath to go with it.”

MC realised that the box did indeed have a false bottom. She lifted it and was surprised to find a set of arctic blue lingerie, entirely see-through apart from a lace flake to cover the most intimate areas.

She quickly closed the box to avoid anyone seeing, and shook her head, although she could not wipe the big amused grin off her face, "You're incorrigible. Now go and change yourself back before your son notices you're not here."

“Yes, ma’am.”

After explaining that he had other families to visit, Father Christmas said goodbye to everyone, especially to young Theo, who was the happiest to see him. MC claimed that she was going to see him to the door, but in fact followed him outside.

MC closed the door behind her, and stepped out into the winter cold, “Your transfiguration was extremely impressive. You're getting better at it every year.”

“I'm glad you liked it.” Sebastian smiled.

She took a step towards him and rested her hands on his chest. It was bizarre that he was so much chubbier than usual. Even if she knew it was him, it did not feel like her husband, “I didn't like it as much as my present. Thank you very much, truly.”

“If you wanna thank me, you can wear your present tonight and keep your promise.” He winked at her.

MC stood on her tiptoes and planted a tender kiss on her husband's lips, still transfigured as Father Christmas. Even though she was used to feeling his usual beard against her skin when she kissed him daily, she was still tickled by his new thick, greying moustache. But that did not make the kiss unpleasant, on the contrary. Proof of this was that they continued kissing until they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat in the doorway.

“You're lucky it was me who saw you, and not Theo. He would have been traumatised. Anyway, I came to tell you to hurry back. If you take too long, Theo will suspect something, even if he's ecstatic about his dragon.” Estelle admonished them before returning to the living room as quickly as she had come.

Sebastian was rendered speechless for a moment, “…Did you also feel like it was Ominis talking?”

“Yup, this kid's really becoming too much like her father... but she's right though.” MC took out her wand and tapped Sebastian on the shoulder with the tip. In the blink of an eye, he was back to his normal appearance and attire. “You're more handsome this way. Come on, let's get back inside.”

No sooner had they returned to the living room than Theo ran to his father and wrapped his arms around his leg.

“Daddy! Have you seen Father Christmas? He was so nice!”

“Of course, he was.” Sebastian replied with amusement at how oblivious his son was. He had been so enthralled by Father Christmas and his presents, that he had not even noticed that his father had been absent for several long minutes.

“Honey.” MC called out to him, instantly drawing his attention. “I also have a gift for you.”

She handed him a carefully wrapped package, adorned with a ribbon that matched the holiday décor, to which was attached a label with 'For the man who makes every Christmas magical' beautifully handwritten on it.

His curiosity piqued, Sebastian eagerly unwrapped the present. Revealed within a long black Auror uniform robe. He already had plenty, so he could not really understand why his wife was gifting him with another one.

“I've upgraded it with Kneazle fur and Diricawl feathers so that it has multiple Protection Charms. It also enhances the power of your spells to increase the damage you inflict on your opponents. Normally, nothing can happen to you with this!” MC announced cheerfully.

Sebastian's eyes met hers, and in that shared gaze, he recognised the depth of the sentiment behind the thoughtful gift, “Someone's worrying about me.”

“Of course I worry about you! You’re the most competent Auror there is, so they put you on all the most dangerous cases, and it's going to be even worse now that you've been promoted to Head of the Auror Office.” MC grumbled, seeming somewhat offended by Sebastian's reaction to her gift.

He hurried to take her in his arms and place a kiss on the top of her head, which seemed to be sufficient to calm her down, “I’m only teasing you, love. I love it, and I'll wear it every time I go on a mission. It’s perfect, just like you.”

The festive glow lingered as MC, Sebastian, and the rest of the family continued to revel in the warmth of the holiday spirit. The exchange of gifts had created an atmosphere of shared joy, and as the afternoon unfolded, they transitioned to the dining table, where an array of delectable dishes prepared by MC awaited. Laughter and conversation intertwined with the clinking of glasses and the clatter of cutlery against plate.

As the clock ticked on, Anne, Ominis and Estelle, reluctant to bid farewell to the enchanting family gathering, did not leave until late in the night, well after the usual bedtime for little Theo, who was by no means tired. Fuelled by the excitement of the festivities, he gave his parents an unexpectedly difficult challenge about agreeing to go to bed.

“Alright, I've finally got him to sleep.” Sebastian announced triumphantly as he descended the stairs to the living room.

“How did you do it?” MC asked from the sofa where she was sitting, drinking pumpkin juice.

He laughed, “I told him that the quicker he fell asleep, the quicker he'd wake up and be able to fly on his broomstick.”

MC joined in his laughter, albeit ruefully. Her smile seemed forced because it did not reach her eyes, which were shifty and preferred to remain fixed on the glass in her hands.

"What's the matter, darling? You're acting different." Sebastian asked with genuine concern as he sat down beside her and placed a comforting hand on her knee.

MC jumped up from the sofa at the touch, as if his contact had burnt her, "I – uhm... I have another present for you. I'm kind of nervous to give it to you. That's why I wanted to wait until we were alone."

As she stood in front of Sebastian, she consequently took out her wand and pointed it at one of the cabinets in the living room to open one of the drawers and take out a small rectangular box – about the size of a paperback book – which she made float towards her. Once the object was in her hands, she stared at it hesitantly, then took a deep breath before shoving the package into Sebastian's hands, who was still sitting on the sofa.

"But I only got you one present." Sebastian says, inspecting the present wrapped in red wrapping paper and adorned with a thick, glittery gold ribbon.

"No, you gave me two. Just because they were in the same box doesn't mean it counts as one gift. So we're even." She tried as best she could to reassure him, despite her own nerves, which had been frayed for several days now. "Now, open it."

Sebastian untied the ribbon and removed the lid. Inside he found a pair of white woollen knitted bootees. Under his wife's apprehensive gaze, he froze in silence for a long moment, trying to make sense of this original gift.

"I knitted them myself.” MC said in a small voice to break the agonising silence.

“They're very well made, but… You know, I think Theo already doesn't fit into these anymore." Sebastian joked in an attempt to ease the awkwardness between them.

MC choked back a strained laugh, "That's probably because they're not for Theo."

"Who're they for, then?" He asked with an uncomprehending frown, holding the bootees in his hands.

MC did not say a word. She simply looked at him with a nervous smile, patiently waiting for the realisation to hit him. When it eventually did, it was like he had been struck by lightning. He, who had always been cool-headed and knew how to remain composed even in the worst circumstances – even more so now that he had all his years as an Auror behind him – was currently speechless, and his eyes widened to such an extent that MC feared they would burst out of their sockets.

"You're pregnant?" Sebastian questioned, bewildered.

MC only nodded in response, as she had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop the tears welling up. Ever since she had seen a Healer to confirm her suspicions, she had dreaded the moment when she would break the news in turn, letting all sorts of doubts go to her head.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, and she could see her husband looking at her with wide, amazed eyes, she could no longer fathom how she had ever doubted him. How could she have ever thought that he would be anything but supportive to her?

"You're pregnant." He repeated again with a beaming smile, but this time it was not a question. It was a statement to himself, while he was still trying to process the information that had knocked him for six by how unexpected it was.

It seemed to do the trick to snap him out of his daze, as he jumped to his feet, his exuberance evident in the way he pulled MC into his arms. He lifted her off the ground and swirled her around in the air, a whirlwind of happiness and love. MC giggled, caught up in the infectious joy radiating from him. Laughter echoed through the room as they shared a dance of sheer delight, celebrating the beautiful journey that lay ahead of them.

"Oh, MC! That's... I don’t even have the words to describe how fabulous this is!" He exclaimed excitedly as he put her down on the ground and rested a gentle hand on her stomach. "We're gonna have another little one of our own."

"We are." MC confirmed, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and giving it a little squeeze, as if to assure him that it was all real.

"So that's why you got dizzy this morning!" Sebastian's eyes lit up with pride at having put the pieces together. However, that did not last long, because his realisation erased any trace of eagerness and replaced it with worry that made his face fall. "Bloody hell, MC! You cooked all morning while being pregnant. You should’ve let me do it. I'm your husband, you can– no, you must rely on me. I promise I'll be more present from now on, so that you can rest more."

Without further ado, he gently forced MC to sit back down on the sofa with him, so that she would not be even more tired after such a long day. She had to take it easy now that she was carrying their child, the proof of their unconditional love.

Sebastian was committed to being as doting as he could, to pampering his wife even more than he already was. So when MC suddenly burst into tears for no apparent reason, it was only natural for Sebastian to panic and try to work out what was wrong.

"What is it? Did I say something wrong?" He asked worriedly, immediately grabbing her hands.

"No. No, you’re perfect as always... But I was so scared to tell you." She replied in between sobs. "We've been so busy since we had Theo that we've never discussed whether we wanted a second child, plus you've just been promoted so you're going to have a lot of work coming up... I just didn't think it was the right time. I was scared you wouldn't be pleased with the news.”

Still holding her hands, Sebastian brought them to his mouth to place sweet kisses to her knuckles, “MC, I'll have as many children as you're willing to give me, whatever the circumstances.”

“So you're happy?” She asked him in a trembling voice, her big doe eyes full of tears.

It broke Sebastian's heart to see her like this, but he knew he had to get used to it, because this was just the beginning of the hormonal mood swings, "Very much so. You couldn't make me happier for Christmas."

He lovingly kissed away the tears on her cheeks, until none trickled down any more, and MC flung herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling into his soft hair, and he gladly hugged her back, holding her (and his future child) close to him.

Their embrace conveyed the depth of their joy, and all the unshakable love that bound them together. In that magical moment, as their hearts beat in harmony with the joyous news, the room seemed to overflow with the warmth of their connection. The hug lingered, a silent celebration of the love that had brought them to this beautiful chapter in their lives, while Sebastian whispered sweet words in MC's ear.

"We're gonna be one big happy family." He murmured while caressing her hair soothingly.

"I know."

Feeling a surge of emotions that mere words could not capture, MC gently pulled away from the hug. Her eyes, filled with a profound love, locked onto Sebastian's chocolate ones. In those perfect eyes, the ones she never wanted to look away from, she saw the promise of many more beautiful memories and wonderful Christmases to come.

A simple 'I love you' was nowhere near enough to convey how unconditionally enamoured she was with him. Words seemed insufficient to express the depth of her feelings. Instead, she chose a language that transcended the limitations of speech. She leant in, closing the distance between them, and pressed a tender, lingering kiss upon his lips.

The kiss spoke volumes—of gratitude, of connection, and of a love that could overcome any ordeal. It was a tender yet fervent gesture, a silent proclamation of the emotions that resonated within their hearts. As they shared the soft, meaningful kiss, the room seemed to hold its breath, enveloping them in the timeless language of love.

Sebastian, understanding the unspoken sentiments, responded with a warmth that mirrored her profound affection, even though he was the first to break the kiss and choose this moment of vulnerability to lay bare his heart.

“I adore you, Mrs. Sallow. Truly and desperately. Thank you for always making the happiest man alive.”

MC could not help but dive back in to kiss the lips that, for ten years now and until her last breath, she called home.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fluff #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fanfic #christmas #christmas fluff #christmas fanfic

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"surely this time i will be normal for one day"

[suddenly remembers prison tower is supposed to end you bc goetia planned it but dantes took on the role of being your abbe faria and became your tiny light of hope in this prison of despair because he himself knows better than anyone how it feels to be an innocent soul, to be dragged and trapped in a life of despair, betrayal, and be casted away in a hell where madmen dont come out alive and so saves you by killing him, "the one who escaped the chateau d'lf", he's also summoned initially as a tool to kill you but dantes, initially being just a shadow, made ogawa heim because 'fuck u goetia' and caught feelings seeing guda's iron determination so fought alongside them and against the one who gave him a demon worm in his head. and just as he became your tiny light of hope in prison tower, you get to see him casually admit guda is his "destiny" and saw them as someone who is "radiant" after going through everything with them…like you know, a star. thats why both his np refer to guda in the new saint graph. because a star burns brighter than flames, more dazzlingly than fire that he himself is in awe of you and made a new alt solely because of you, inspired by you, even as he hurt himself by creating a new spirit origin, because his wish is solely for you to see the end of your journey and reach antarctica, because guda is a person -is a living human - who wants to see tomorrow and thus he split himself into two- or rather assigned himself and his other self in the singularity "count of determination (to bring about the 7 tribulations)" and as the "count of regret (you, his worry, who has to go through this harsh journey)". count of determination is the one who enacted the trials, because he is the spirit origin who is a ruthless murderer from his revenge story and thus must make sure guda goes through the merciless trials to go forward, yet count of regret is still worried all the same for guda considering the dangers of creating this world and with cagliostro around and other unpredictable variables, and in this ongoing journey thats why "black shadow" count is still on the look out for you. and in these trials he is both your ally and enemy that you must overcome because he wants!! you!! to move forward!!! even as you face your most trusted betray you, overcoming despair and hatred even as you drown in hopelessness seeing those you love die, overcoming his flames and as he extends a hand out and tempt you into a life where where you are a god of revenge, reaching an end that you hope for- a tomorrow that you want. (because we dont know what happened to the "real" dantes whereas dumas' version wrote that love extinguished his flames, and so left france behind with haydee. a fictional happy end that most likely didnt apply to the real dantes given his attitude to dumas and his version of the story since they never interacted again beyond dumas talking about writing his tale. )

an end that also isnt part of the famous Avenger, Count of Monte Cristo summoned to the grand order, only the popular interpretation/parts that people remember the most engraved in his spirit origin. and for him, this avenger, this part of his life where he is at his lowest who became your tiny light of hope in that prison tower, despite burning with eternal hatred chose love time and time again, save you, help you time and time again, because he doesnt want you to end up like him. one who has lost all things precious to you and so turning into a life of vengeance and blood, burning everything to cinders until you as well consume yourself, losing yourself in the process, becoming an empty shell, quietly dying as emptiness and quietness takeover the aftermath of those flames. you, as radiant as a star, don't deserve that kind of fate. you, his accomplice, his co-conspirator should never succumb to or have that kind of fate where only hate, sorrow and despair awaits you at the end nor does he want your journey to be at a standstill, idle, where you are helpless the more this story- this journey drags on and unable to move forward because of forces beyond your control.]

[through my teeth/clenches my fists] "oh. okay. so we're doing this now. okay."

#fate grand order #fgo #edguda #in my opnion www #feel free to correct me bc i typed this without stopping akwfnskdgh #cut also because i realize its ridiculously long #guda #edmond dantes #ordeal call chapter 2 spoilers

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The Stray Kids Megaverse: A Journey Through Parallel Realities

In the vast expanse of the multiverse, where infinite possibilities unfold across countless dimensions, there exists a phenomenon that transcends time and space. This is the Stray Kids Megaverse, a complex and interconnected web of parallel realities that has captured the imagination of fans around the world.

At the heart of the Megaverse lies Bang Chan's Room, a mysterious chamber that serves as a gateway between dimensions. Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids, possesses a unique ability to navigate this vast and ever-expanding universe, guiding his fellow members through the myriad of worlds that lay before them.

As they journey through the Megaverse, Stray Kids encounter a multitude of alternate selves, each living a life shaped by different choices and circumstances. These alternate selves serve as a reflection of the group's own journey, highlighting the themes of fate, free will, and the power of choice.

The connections between the members are a central theme in the Megaverse, with each alternate reality revealing new facets of their relationships. Bang Chan and Changbin, for example, are often depicted as close friends and allies in one universe, while in another, they may be bitter rivals or even enemies.

Similarly, the bond between Hyunjin and Felix is explored in various ways across different realities. In some universes, they are depicted as inseparable friends, while in others, they may be estranged or at odds with each other.

The "I am" series represents the group's initial exploration of these alternate realities, with each album offering a glimpse into the diverse and captivating worlds they encounter. In "I am NOT," they confront their innermost fears and insecurities, symbolized by the dark and dystopian landscapes they traverse. "I am WHO" sees them questioning their identities and roles in the universe, while "I am YOU" explores the interconnectedness of their lives and the impact of their choices.

The "Clé" series then builds upon this foundation, introducing new dimensions and challenges for the members to overcome. "Clé 1: MIROH" plunges them into a world of chaos and uncertainty, where they must navigate through a maze of trials and tribulations. "Clé 2: Yellow Wood" sees them facing the consequences of their actions, as they strive to find redemption and a sense of purpose.

Mirrors, doors, and clocks are recurring motifs in Stray Kids' music videos, symbolizing the interconnected nature of the Megaverse. Mirrors represent self-reflection and the discovery of alternate selves, while doors and clocks signify the passage between dimensions and the fluidity of time.

One of the most intriguing theories involves a "lost" universe, where a version of Stray Kids exists that never debuted. This universe serves as a cautionary tale, reminding us of the importance of seizing opportunities and embracing change.

Overall, the Stray Kids Megaverse is a testament to the group's creativity and the boundless imagination of their fans. It is a journey through parallel realities, a quest for identity and purpose that transcends the boundaries of our own universe.

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I Hail From Silverymoon: The Oath

Well, we all know what this is. The scene was so powerful I was crying even when it was bugged. I was in a foul mood days after played this. There was just so little we could do for our boy.

Astarion X Amaara (my wizard Tav)

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With Cazador defeated and kneeling before them, Astarion could finally perform the ritual to ascend. His eyes pleading, and mania etched into his features. "Help me claim the power that is my right!" he implored, his voice quivering. "Don't forsake me now, not when we're so close..."

Amaara stood resolute, "If you cross this line, there is no return," she warned, her voice filled with anguish. "Seven thousand souls sacrificed…there will be no atonement."

Astarion faltered, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. But he clung stubbornly to his ambition, his voice cracking with vulnerability. "With this, I will be truly, completely free. I won't need to rely on the parasite to walk under the sun, and no one will be able to control me," he pleaded, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "I will be able to truly feel you as a man, and enjoy the taste of your favorite dish. I will have the strength to shield you from all harm, provide everything you deserve!" He grasped her hands tightly, eyes wild. " Isn't this what you want for me, for us?"

Tears welled up in Amaara's eyes, her voice breaking as she responded, "Not like this." She reached out to touch his cheek, her fingers trembling against his skin. "This will not be you, but a monster wearing your face. The Astarion I love will be lost," she whispered, her voice filled with heartbreak. "The hope of ever restoring you to life, however slim, will be gone. And I will never know the true color of your eyes."

Their gazes locked in wordless turmoil. Amaara saw the warring desperation and devastation in Astarion's eyes. A broken soul balanced on the razor edge between salvation and damnation.

"You need no dark powers. You have strength enough within. And we will walk together in the darkness if we must.” Sensing the lust for power tugging on his heart, Amaara put her fist to her heart and raised her other hand desperately, “I, Amaara Ashvale of Silverymoon, do hereby solemnly vow, before the watching gods:

I shall not rest until a means is found to restore my beloved, Astarion Ancunín’s life. No lore shall go unread, no stone left unturned, no journey unfinished, for as long as breath and magic remain in me.

Through scorching deserts, frigid peaks, lands ravaged and lands lost shall I travel, never ceasing my quest. Across realms shall my pursuit carry me - from streets of Waterdeep to the glades of Silverymoon, from the heart of the City of Doors to the top of Mount Celestia itself.

No barrier will stand before my resolve to undo this curse you bear. By my blood, my magic, my very soul do I bind myself to deliverance of your life. This vow, more steadfast than stone or steel, I make to you freely, without reservation or regret.

So hear me now in your hour of tribulation. Take my hand, set aside primal ambition, and trust in destiny and devotion - I will help you reclaim what was so cruelly stolen. This I pledge with all that I am.”

Astarion's body shook, overcome with emotion as Amaara's solemn vow washed over him. For endless nights, he had craved the power before him to reclaim control of his fate. Yet her words unlocked something deeper - a hope long buried under scars of trauma.

"No more looking back," he rasped, then he turned to Cazador, drawing his blade.

With each frenzied stab, Astarion felt centuries of twisted abuse and stolen innocence pouring out. Cazador would never dictate his unlife again. He was finally, agonizingly free.

The trauma of endless torture at his sire's hands now manifested in uncontrolled rage. Though Cazador lay inert, Astarion continued driving his blade down ferociously, as if trying to obliterate the memories themselves.

Cazador had sadistically stripped away his dignity, his autonomy, his very identity. The violations were endless, the pain unfathomable. No matter how many times his blade struck home, the wounds upon Astarion's soul could not be expunged.

Astarion's rage melted into racking sobs. He wailed at the enormity of what had been done to him, what had been taken that could never be reclaimed.

He was an empty vessel, programmed only to serve his tormentor's cruel appetites. And now that purpose had been obliterated along with Cazador himself.

So Astarion wept bitterly over the broken shards of the man he might have been. His dreams, his potential, his light - all ruthlessly squandered. This hollow shell was all that remained.

The lacerations ran deeper than could ever heal. But perhaps in time, they could scar over, if never mend fully. On this ravaged ground, he might yet rebuild, slowly and agonizingly, something resembling a life of his own making. But for now, the only balm was blood, vengeance, and tears.

Amaara's heart bled seeing Astarion collapsed in anguish beside Cazador's broken body. Every sob felt like a lash upon her own soul. She ached to ease his suffering, but hesitated to intrude upon such naked vulnerability.

Slowly, giving him space, she moved to kneel on the blood-stained floor nearby. Close enough for him to sense her supportive presence, but far enough to avoid crowding his raw grief.

Silent tears ran down Amaara's own cheeks as the enormity of Astarion's trauma truly sank in. Her fury at Cazador's cruelty blazed anew. Her hand twitched instinctively, longing to soothe him, before stopping short. The touch of another might yet feel violating when emotions ran so raw. Every fiber of her being wanted to embrace Astarion fiercely, to promise him he was forever safe now.

But she remained still, letting this catharsis run its course. A light shining softly through darkness, awaiting the moment he was ready to reconnect and begin healing. And when Astarion surfaced from the storm's eye, she would be there. She would remain steadfast, for as long as it took, until he was made whole again.

#'Cause all of me Loves all of you #bg3 fanart #astarion #astarion fanart #astarion fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanart #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x mc #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #I Hail From Silverymoon #my oc stuff #amaara ashvale

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one thing i rarely ever see mentioned is maya's disillusionment with the fey clan over the course of trials and tribulations as well as her own struggles with the idea of becoming the master. it's first mentioned near the middle of the stolen turnabout, where phoenix mentions maya hasn't been back to kurain village in a "long time" (which is the same way he refers to the last time he saw mia, implying that maya hasn't been back to the village since before 2-4):

Phoenix: (Now that I think about it... Maya hasn't been back to Kurain Village in a long time...)

and then, at the end of the stolen turnabout, mia says this:

Mia: I'm just joking, Phoenix. Don't take everything so seriously. But on the other hand, Maya... She seems kind of lost these days.

Phoenix: You mean about becoming the Master of the Kurain Channeling School?

Mia: Becoming the Master... means saying goodbye to our mother.

and it becomes even more apparent in bits and pieces throughout recipe for turnabout, though it isn't obvious at first because it's the type of dialogue you only get when you present profiles and other things:

Maya: Well, I'm kind of taking a break... I'm having a bit of trouble right now, you know?

Phoenix: (Last year's incident must still be on her mind... I haven't seen Maya train at all since that time. I think Mia said it's because Maya's at a loss these days...)

[...]

Armstrong: You 'ave la perfect face for a waitress, you know.

Maya: Um, thanks. I guess if things don't work out someday, then maybe I'll be back.

Phoenix: (What things? Is she talking about her being a spirit medium...?)

and then it culminates near the end of bridge to the turnabout, where she outright states that she wants nothing more to do with they fey clan:

Godot: ...Witness, please tell us your name and profession.

Maya: Maya Fey. My profession is... Umm... I'm the assistant manager at Wright & Co. Law Offices.

Phoenix: (Maya...)

Judge: According to the magazine I have here... ...you're a spirit medium of the Kurain Channeling Technique...

Maya: ... I... I'm frightened. The Fey clan... I don't want any more to do with it.

Phoenix: (Oh, Maya... The pain the Fey bloodline causes must be unbearable...)

and it's something that makes me question her decision to keep training to be the master, because the end of bridge to the turnabout outright states that the reason maya is staying so chipper and happy is because she's trying to be strong for pearl. which is understandable! and at the end, all phoenix and maya are trying to do is cheer pearl up, which ultimately leads to this:

Phoenix: This is a day to remember. A day when a lot of things were finally put to rest. I think we should celebrate what we've overcome today.

Pearl: B-But... I-I still can't...

Bikini: ...Oh, go on, sweetie. You can come back for training anytime.

Pearl: Um... OK!

Maya: Alright! I'm going to make a brand new start, too! Sister Bikini! I'll be back for more training! I promise!

Bikini: I know, and I won't go easy on you just because you're the future Master. I'll make sure to prepare reservations for three for when you come back! Wa ha ha ho ho ho hee hee hee!

Maya: Alright! We're going to have a great feast today, Pearly. You know why? Because training is a battle of endurance!

Pearl: OK, Mystic Maya! I... I'll eat lots and lots of food tonight!

maya puts on a determined face and says that she's going to make a "brand new start" and then proceeds to say that she's going back into training and that pearl should too—she's still in the process of actively attempting to coax pearl out of her sad shell and help put a smile back on her face after everything that's happened. more than that, the entire endgame of morgan's plan was to put pearl in the master's seat instead of maya even if it would lead to pearl being miserable, and god knows all maya wants is for pearl to be happy. so it makes me think that maya, being the self-sacrificing person she is, really only wants to become the master so that pearl won't have to. there are other factors of course (the burden of misty and mia's legacies, for one) but i think pearl is her main motivation. she wants her little cousin to smile again and if that means smiling herself and taking on the burden of the master then so be it. even if she wants nothing more to do with the fey clan anymore. someone's gotta do it and it might as well be her.

#now i'm comparing her and phoenix. oh no wait a second #maya fey

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you can make a love letter from yandere klaus mikaelson to his beloved, upon learning that she suffered a miscarriage, of their second child together.

Sweetheart,

Today, as the darkness of the world tried to envelop me, my thoughts were all with you. I feel a deep pain for every tear that flows from your eyes, for every moment of sadness you have to endure. I wish I could be by your side, holding your hand, sharing the burden of this pain you carry.

I understand that words may be insufficient to ease the agony you are going through. A piece of our future was taken prematurely, and that's a pain only those who experience it can truly understand. You must know that you are not alone in this. I'm here, even if from afar, keeping you in my thoughts and in my heart.

Remembering the happy times we shared, the light you brought into my life, I hope we can find strength in each other to get through this dark time. I know this is easier said than done, but together we are capable of facing any adversity.

We must overcome all this pain for our daughter. For our Hope.

Our journey has always been marked by challenges and tribulations, and this is just one of them. Though it's difficult right now, I believe that one day we can find peace and healing. Until then, I'm here to support you, dry your tears, and embrace your pain. Whichever path we choose to take, know that I am by your side, unconditionally.

We will be always by your side. Always remember that.

With all the love,

Klaus.

#yandere the originals #to #the originals #yandere to #yandere klaus mikaelson #yandere klaus mikaelson x reader #yandere klaus mikaelson love letter #love letter #yandere love letter

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thebrightgreen · 9 months

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Are gnomes gnostic?

Short answer: Hell No.

In fact it's closer to say that the reverse is true.

Gnosticism holds that man is a spirit trapped in a prison of flesh (at least in very simplistic terms). The reality put forth by gnosticism is that the physical world is a Hell created by the demiurge which must be transcended in order for the spirit to be free.

Gnomes, however, are examples of the truth of the opposite of this notion. A gnome is in essence a spirit, as gnosticism holds that the core of a human being is. However, where gnosticism holds that the physical world is a prison, a gnome takes physical form because physicality and reality is paradise to a gnome.

Think of what gnomes do. They work with their hands, they labour, they nurture nature, they relax beneath a toadstool and enjoy listening to the sounds of the rain. Physical activities, sensory pleasures.

Does a gnome need to do this in the same way that a human needs to exert effort in this world in order to continue living? No.

You might say that if a human is supposedly a spirit trapped in a prison of flesh then a gnome is a living being trapped in a prison of formlessness.

Gnomes are ephemeral spirits, they do not need form, they take it. To them the world is a challange to be overcome and a treasure to be cherished. To be formless is easy and orderly but rather than choose to be above the trials and tribulations of living beings, gnomes take part. Why? Because a gnome is not content with simply being, it wishes to be doing. Even if all they do is sit and enjoy the feel of the sunshine on their face, that is an infinity more than existing as a formless thought.

A chaotic world of shapes and limits and actions is heaven. A gnome would believe there can only be joy where there is suffering also to define it.

They are the comrades of humans in this sense and this is likely why they are depicted as closer to human beings than to other fae creatures, we share in the suffering and enjoyment of life with them.

Gnomes are wise to love life and the world and human beings would be wise to learn from their example.

#I'm not gnostic i'm gnomestic #I tried to find the simplest gnosticism diagram I could find on google images #all the diagrams are so weird and complicated like jeez calm down I just need to illustrate a mild point #Gnomes #gnome posting #gnosticism #gnome lore #demiurge #Spirits #the bright green #gnomeposting

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~ Hello One and All! ~

And Welcome to a Thrilling Breakdown of Dimension 20!

You’ve met our humble dungeon master Brennan Lee Mulligan, and now you’re curious on what other stories he and his crew have told. Whether you have encountered Brennan as a player from his various one-shots across different Actual Play TTRPG brands or have fallen from the heights of Avalir itself during Exandria Unlimited: The Calamity, it can be a little daunting figuring out where to start.

Allow this Intrepid Hero to be your guide, Gang!

~ Who is the Core Cast? ~

The core cast for Dimension 20 are a group of seven improv comedians, but don't let that fool you into thinking that they are not masterful storytellers.

From Left to Right: Brian Murphy, Lou Wilson, Emily Axford, Brennan Lee Mulligan, Siobhan Thompson, Zac Oyama, and Ally Beardsley.

~ Where to Watch ~

The first episode of every campaign can be watched for free from Dimension 20’s YouTube channel, with some of the older seasons being fully available for free. To gain access to all Dimension 20’s content, along with everything else on Drop Out (including Game Changers and Um, Actually?), you can either become a member on College Humor’s YouTube channel or sign up for DropOutTV. The subscription price is the same for both, just $6 a month, but the DropOut app allows you to download as many episodes as you’d like to watch in offline mode, as well as offer podcast versions.

~ List of Campaigns ~

Dimension 20 has 17 seasons, nearly half of which are played by the core cast while the others are a rotation of guest players and GMs. Rather than listing the campaigns in just release date order, I opted to list by congruency as well for those of us who like to experience one story fully.

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In the World of Spyre

Genre: Fantasy John Hughes movie

System: DnD 5e

Fantasy High

Core Cast

Meet our Intrepid Heroes in their first recorded DnD campaign as teenagers attending Aguefort’s Adventuring Academy! Watch as they overcome the trials and tribulations of high school life…oh, and saving the world.

Full Season Available Here

Pirates of Leviathan

Players: Aabria Iyengar, B. Dave Walters, Carlos Luna, Krystina Arielle, Marisha Ray, and Matthew Mercer

Aboard the floating city of Leviathan, our players discover an incredibly powerful artifact and an incredibly devious scheme. Will they be able to contain it or will they sink the city into the briny depths.

**Note: This was recorded at the start of the 2020 pandemic partially through the recording of Sophomore Year.

Fantasy High: Sophomore Year

Core Cast

It’s sophomore year, baby, and you know what that means! That’s right, time for young love, tragic backstories, and hiring your parents as your employee while on a quest that 70% of your final grade!

First Six Episodes Available Here

** Note: This season is a bit heavier and has aspects of psychological horror.

The Seven

Players: Aabria Iyengar, Becca Scott, Erika Ishii, Isabella Roland, Persephone Valentine, and Rekha Shankar

Playing as the Seven Maidens set a year and a half after the finale of Fantasy High, the girls have to come to terms that their party will be broken up at the end of the year due to being in different graduation classes…or do they?

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Escape From the Bloodkeep

Players: Amy Vorpal, Erika Ishii, Ify Nwadiwe, Matthew Mercer, Mike Trapp, and Rekha Shanker

Genre: Lord of the Rings Parody

System: DnD 5e

Fighting for the side of Darkness and Evil, the players are the elite advisors of the Lord of Shadows. Except the Dark Lord just suddenly died and now they have to figure out how to thwart Good once and for all!

Full Season Available Here

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In the World of Actual New York City

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Superhero Adjacent

System: DnD 5e

The Unsleeping City

Core Cast

Inspired by concepts from Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere, natives of the Big Apple discover the city has so much more than meets the eye. They must come together and discover their power to defeat corruption before it destroys everything.

Full Season Available Here

The Unsleeping City: Chapter Two

Core Cast

Taking place three years after the finale of the first chapter, the players must reunite to confront the evilest enemy of them all: Capitalism Part Duex Electric Boogaloo!

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Tiny Heist

Players: Clint McElroy, Griffin McElroy, Jessica Ross, Justin McElroy, Lily Du, and Travis McElroy

Genre: Ocean’s 11 meets Toy Story

System: DnD 5e

Our players embody the whimsical personas of bugs, toys, and Bitty folk to take down an overreaching mafia boss. After all, there is only one thing more motivating that the love of a child, and that’s a roll of quarters.

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A Crown of Candy

Core Cast

Genre: High Fantasy / Medieval Political Intrigue

System: DnD 5e

The epic story exploring the world of Calorum, where each kingdom is comprised of different food groups that their citizens are made of. Our players are members of the House of Rocks, rulers of Candia, on their way to the naming of the next Emperor of Calorum during a time of great strife.

** Note: This campaign is perhaps the most serious out of anything else in their compendium. They explore themes of war, death, and betrayal with the gravity those topics deserve.

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Mice & Murder

Players: Ally Beardsley, Grant O’Brien, Katie Marovitch, Raphael Chestang, Rekha Shankar, and Sam Reich

Genre: Whodunit / Murder Mystery

System: DnD 5e

In a world where the denizens are anthropomorphic woodland critters, the players have been invited to a fancy birthday party…where a tragedy most foul occurs.

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Misfits And Magic

Guest GM: Aabria Iyengar

Players: Brennan Lee Mulligan, Danielle Radford, Erika Ishii, and Lou Wilson

Genre: Harry Potter Parody

System: Kids on Brooms

Set in the modern day, our players are invited to a prestigious wizarding school to participate in the foreign exchange pilot program, where they discover magic, themselves, and just how impractical this school can be.

** Note: There’s a Holiday Special too!

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Shriek Week

Guest GM: Gabe Hicks

Players: Ally Beardsley, Dani Fernandez, Lily Du, and Ify Nwadiwe

Genre: Monster College

System: The Mythic System

Follow our players in their final semester of university as they try to find a Roëmænce Partnær before the end of year rager, as well as fend off some unwelcome visitors to their campus.

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A Starstruck Odyssey

Core Cast

Genre: Sci-fi / Space Opera

System: Star Wars 5e

The players are a rag-tag group of down-on-their luck spacers just trying to survive the rough and tough galaxy of Starstruck, a technicolor multiverse based on the series of comic books created by Elaine Lee and Michael Kaluta.

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Coffin Run

Guest GM: Jasmine Bhullar

Players: Carlos Luna, Erika Ishii, Isabella Roland, and Zac Oyama

Genre: Gothic Horror

System: DnD 5e

The followers of Count Dracula eagerly await his return home only to find their dark lord has been ambushed. The players are tasked with desperately trying to get his coffin back to the safety of the Castle.

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A Court of Fey & Flowers

Guest GM: Aabria Iyengar

Players: Brennan Lee Mulligan, Emily Axford, Lou Wilson, Omar Najam, Oscar Montoya, and Surena Marie

Genre: Whimsical High Regency

System: Homebrew blend of Good Society & DnD 5e

Fey from all corners of the Faerie gather for The Bloom - a celebration of society, propriety, and abundance of arcane power. Sipping and serving piping hot tea, all eyes and ears are upon the players as they navigate rumors, scandals, and mysteries.

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Neverafter

Core Cast

Genre: Twisted Fairytales

System: DnD 5e

Once upon a time has been cast into happily neverafter; a drought of shadow and misery plaguing the land and players of timeless storybook fame. When awareness of the wrongness is gleamed, and stories intersect in ways they should not, a glimpse between the lines and into the maw of cosmic horror spur our heroes to define destiny.

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TBD

Guest GM: Matthew Mercer

Players: TBD

Genre: TBD

System: TBD

Release Date: May 2023

~ That's a lot. Recommendations? ~

Honestly, I would start with Fantasy High! It's a really good introduction to both the core cast and the way Dimension 20 sets itself apart from other Actual Play shows. From there, you can either go in order (release or series), or simply dabble with whichever genre or campaign trailer catches your eyes most.

As for my personal favorites:

Core Cast would be between A Crown of Candy and A Starstruck Odyssey. A Crown of Candy has some of the most incredible storytelling I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing - Game of Thrones wishes it could be as good! Meanwhile A Starstruck Odyssey is perhaps the funniest games I have ever watched.

Guest Cast is A Court of Fey and Flowers with a very close second being The Seven. I had never understood the appeal of regency before A Court of Fey and Flowers absolutely rocked me with the slightest brush of an ungloved hand. And no media has truly captured what it's like to be in that weird, volatile transition of teenager to young adult quiet like the Seven in the most unhinged way possible.

Wanna do a deeper dive? Visit the Dimension 20 Fan Wiki!

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Cardinal Sins Chapter 4

𓅪 Living with your vigilante boyfriends for the past year has been amazing, well, almost. Butting heads, old wounds resurfacing and a deadly threat still looming overhead could threaten the sanctity of everything you've ever fought for. Will you finally overcome your tainted past and survive the trials and tribulations, or will your relationships and your faith crumble under the pressure?

Rated: E | TW: mentions of alcoholism | 8k Contains: arguments, girls night, 69, oral, anal sex, dick riding, squirting, fingering, break ins fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist] Previous in Series: Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds

Chapter 4: Don't Worry Baby

Over the next few weeks, Roy begins to disappear for hours at a time.

Jason doesn’t seem particularly disturbed by this new development, but you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy spark.

He’s been MIA for two-three hours each night for the past week before you finally break.

You have no trouble taking care of Lian and you don’t mind hanging out with Jason, but regardless, you deserve to know where your other boyfriend has been disappearing off to.

“Where does he keep going?” You finally ask Jason one night as you cuddle on the couch. You’d just put Lian to sleep and Jason insisted on watching a horror flick with you.

On the screen, a dude is being ripped in half by a chainsaw. Your lip instantly turns up slightly in distaste. Could the movie be considered horror so much as gore? Are those not two different genres?

Apparently not.

“Try not to sound so jealous, babe,” Jason shrugs nonchalantly, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” You glare at him, shifting in his muscular arms so you can better face him to pout. “What?”

“So, when you guys were dating, he’d just disappear like this and you wouldn’t care?”

“No,” He responds like it’s obvious.

“Okay,” You drawl, “so, shouldn’t we be concerned?”

With all the recent shit with Cadmus, coupled with the death of Guardian, you knew it couldn’t be easy for Roy. Contrarily, every time you made to ask, he’d say he’s still coming to terms with it before conveniently changing the subject.

All that being said, your inner jealousy flickers at the irrational possibility he’s in someone else’s bed.

As if hearing your ridiculous thought, Jason finally turns his attention from the TV to address you.

“He’s not fucking cheating,” Jason rolls his eyes and disturbs your cuddling cocoon to pause the movie. At your finger in the air and mouth poised to debate, he quickly rebuts your other argument before it can slip past your plump lips, “And no, he’s not at a fucking bar.”

You start to ask him how he knows for sure when the elevator stops on the floor and a sheepish Roy trudges in.

“Hey,” He nods his head at the two of you nonchalantly as he patters about the kitchen before joining the two of you, shirtless, with a water bottle. Instead of cuddling up, Roy remains at the other end of the couch with Jason’s feet in his lap.

“Sup,” Jason’s already invested back in the movie, having hit play soon after Roy had made his entrance.

“Chainsaw Massacre?”

“Yup,” Jason doesn’t even bother to look away from the screen, popping the ‘p’ at the end distractedly. That’s all they say. You must look between the two of them like they’re crazy because Jason asks, “What?”

“Seriously?” You ask incredulously.

He’s really not going to question where Roy’s been?

“I’m not going to ask ‘what’ again, babe.” Regardless of his dry humor, his hands continue to gently drag up and down your skin from under your shared blanket.

Roy peers at you out of the corners of his eyes. As soon as your eyes lock, however, his guiltily retreat forward again.

“Jay treat you right tonight, princess?” His shoulders are tense, nearly squared, as he pretends to follow along with the massacre on the screen.

Your eyes never leave the side of his face. You watch as he visibly swallows under your heavy gaze.

“I always like it when it’s the three of us,” You reply pointedly, “but maybe that’s just me.”

Jason’s obviously deriving way too much pleasure from seeing Roy get the brunt of your heat for once. Regardless, he remains silent as he observes the two of you out of his peripheral.

“I like it too, baby,” Roy cautiously scoots closer to you and you allow it. He wriggles around a bit, crushing your fucking calves as he kicks off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers and trucker cap. “Sorry,” He says about your legs before finally giving in and allowing himself to be absorbed into the cuddle pile.

You bite your tongue as best you can, trying to ignore how good the massage he’s giving you feels, but it only lasts for so long.

“Roy,” You can tell he already knows where this is going based on the way his hands are still on your shoulders. “Where were you tonight?”

Jason and Roy are lounging side-by-side on the widest part of the sectional, with you sitting on either half of their laps. To face Roy, you have to shuffle a bit, but he ends up coaxing you to straddle his lap instead. Jason briefly fusses with the blanket before throwing an arm around Roy’s shoulders.

“She’s been worried,” His eyes resituate back on the screen as soon as he settles beside the two of you.

“Not you, though?” Roy snorts. Jason’s lack of response is answer enough and soon Roy’s smile falls. “I’ve just dealing with the aftermath of everything,” He runs his smooth hands along the bare expanse of your skin, pushing up the edge of his over-sized shirt of his that you stole to rub gentle circles into your hips, “It’s been hard to come to terms with everything, even still.”

“Why do you feel like you need to do it alone?”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” You counter resolutely.

He quiets instantly. His verdant eyes search yours for salvation he seems to realize only truly comes from within, something that breaks the core of your very being. You want to be there to take the pain away, you want to be the one to take away his pain. You know Jason feels the same. The fact of the matter is, you and Jason can support Roy all you want, but only if he lets the two of you in first.

The sudden blood-curdling scream from the TV scares the shit out of you and sends you flying into Roy’s chest. He wraps his arms around you without a second thought, though your boyfriend’s annoying laughter is what follows.

Jason finally fucking pauses the movie to join the conversation. You stare at the side of his face, noting how constipated he looks as he tries to find the right words.

Meanwhile, you can’t ignore the feeling of Roy’s unwavering gaze.

“We love you, Roy,” Jason’s voice sounds slightly monotonous, but the way his Adam’s apple bobs in the wake of his words tells you and Roy everything you need to know. “I talk to you guys about my shit; she talks to us about her shit. Why wouldn’t you be able to open up to us, too?”

You try not to stare at Roy as he works out his words, but you can’t help it. You love him, every inch of him and you can’t imagine your life without him. You want him to tell you what’s on his mind, you want him to come to you with what keeps him up at night, you want to be the one to make it better.

Now and always.

“I don’t want to be a burden,” Is what he finally chokes out.

“Do you fucking hear yourself, Roy Harper?” Your eyebrows furrow together in anger.

“How can I not when I let you get captured?” Roy rubs at his face irritably. “I fucking let myself get scared and got so fucking caught up in it that I couldn’t even protect the ones I love. Not even my fucking clone,” He begins to ramble, “and it’s weird I fucking feel that protective over him when he and Will were the reasons I nearly drank myself to death in the first place. I just…” He trails off, “ I don’t know how to feel.”

“And that's okay,” You emphasize. “You’re processing some crazy, traumatic shit, baby.”

He nods and both of you wait for him to collect his thoughts.

“The whole thing just fucking triggered me. Like, it threw me back to that moment in time. All those years wasted in that wretched place, all the resentment that stuck with me because of it,” Roy sighs. “I feel like I let you down by letting you come on the mission and then not even being able to keep my cool enough to protect you,” He snorts humorlessly. “Fuck, I sound like Jay after that gala shit.”

He looks at you guilty for bringing it up, but you merely nod in response, “We were talking about the similarities that night, post mission.”

Roy looks confused until Jason fills him in on your prior conversation, “You were asleep. We didn’t want to wake you, but yeah,” Jason clears his throat, awkwardly looking off to the side as he does so, “I felt that same shit. Just know you’re not alone, love.”

He pulls the two of you in for a bone crushing hug.

When he pulls away, he heaves out a great sigh, “I’ve never had the urge to drink so much as I have these past few weeks,” He watches the two of your reactions carefully before continuing, “I’m, like, feeling really squirrely.” You and Jason watch with the same level of concern as he scratches at his forearms briefly before stopping. “I’ve been upping my meetings, but I can’t deny that I never finished all my steps considering the programs some religious bullshit half the time, but the talking helps. I tried to do the steps in a way that felt logical and authentic for me from my Native upbringing, but, yeah,” He looks dejected, “I never technically followed the program the way they wanted, so it’s always been sorta difficult to feel fully healed.”

You don’t know what to say, but you know you want to comfort him.

“How can we help you, baby?”

Roy looks up at you sheepishly, “I just have to go to my meetings, maybe talk with Leslie again,” He nods Jason’s way. “I know I can’t let it seep through to the point that Lian notices, though,” Roy’s begun scratching again and doesn’t seem to realize it until you and Jason place your hands over his to cease the action. “Sorry.”

He looks seconds away from tears and you feel yourself very much in the same boat.

“Baby,” You coo helplessly as you gather him in your arms.

You feel his tears hit you before his sniffles hit your ears. It only makes you pull him in closer as he falls apart. Jason guides the two of you to the floor in his secure grip as Roy crumbles.

“She’s fuckin’ old enough now to remember all this shit,” Roy’s always been an ugly crier, oozing every ounce of his essence into each slick tear and snot-ridden wail. You and Jason hold him through every sob that wracks his tired body. “I can’t let her see me like this, I can’t slip up like I did, I can’t-”

Jason cuts off his shallow, panicked breaths with his calming rumble, “You won’t.”

“I won’t?” Roy sniffles loudly, snorting excess snot back into his nose in a way that leaves you cringing, though you hold onto him regardless. “How do you know?”

“Because you’re this worried about it, baby,” You say it like it’s obvious. “Being worried shows concern and shows you’re actively avoiding making that mistake. If you weren’t concerned, well, that’d be more concerning.”

He nods half-heartedly, but Jason continues where you left off anyway.

“You’re not going to mess anything up and you’re not going to mess our little girl up any more than normal parents mess their kids up,” Roy opens his mouth to say something, but Jason cuts him off, “Especially not with your addiction, love.” Roy doesn’t seem so convinced. Jason releases his grip on Roy to face where him with you curled up in his freckled arms. “She’s our daughter, Roy. No parent’s perfect, but you fucking try, Roy. Listen, you’ll piss her off when you have to go on long missions and leave her behind; she’ll curse at you when you tell her no social media until she’s 12 and that she can’t date until she’s a Sophomore,” His eyes burn earnestly into Roys. “She’ll blame you for not having a normal job and having to move so much; she’ll scream at you when she realizes you’ve lied to her about being a hero, but she’ll always love you and she’ll always look up to you. She’s our daughter, Roy.”

“I love you, Jay,” Roy allows Jason to wipe away his tears. “You both always know what to say to make me feel better.”

Jason shrugs, looking at you, “It’s true.”

You feel Roy shift and look up to see him looking down at you earnestly, “Don’t cry for me, princess.” He slowly wipes away tears you hadn’t realized you’d let slip with his thumb. You can’t help but smile at his ridiculous request. He leans over and captures your lips in a sweet, sloppy kiss that leaves a trail of, what you hope is, spit behind. He looks down at you through half-lidded eyes before murmuring lowly, “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Isn’t that what I should be telling you?” You scoff lightly, pulling him down slot your lips gently against his wet ones.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He says again as he rests his freckled forehead against yours. “Don’t worry, baby.”

•••

You do end up worrying.

Endlessly.

Jason’s in the exact same boat, something he only mentions when Roy’s at his meetings and never in front of Lian.

Needless to say, your trio’s been on edge with Roy’s recent struggles.

The majority of your group’s energy has been rightfully focused on making sure Roy stays safe and healthy. Unfortunately, this means other dynamics in the relationship get lost in the woodwork. Other dynamics being, of course, your fiery spats with Jason.

Regardless of all the headway you’ve made with Jason and your arguments, it was only a matter of time before someone slipped up. Shit like Joker escaping sets you and Jason off to the point that both of you are back to acting like you aren’t each other’s main support systems right now.

You don’t blame Roy. You know Jason doesn’t either. There are always going to be times when one of you needs more love and support than other times, hell, there are days when one of you needs more attention, so, that’s what happens. No, you can only blame yourself for reveling in the past few days, argument free, with Jason. Instead of using the ceasefire to work further on the relationship, you’d both gotten lost in each other.

By the time Roy gets home, you and Jason are already at each other’s throats.

You know both of you don’t want him seeing this. Roy’s already stressed enough, but neither of you can stop.

“With Joker on the loose, it’s an opportunity for justice.”

“You mean vengeance,” You say without missing a beat.

“God,” Jason runs frustrated hands through his raven locks. “Stop trying to sound like that fucking deadbeat.”

“He’s not a deadbeat, Jason.”

“Jason,” Roy tries to wedge between the two of you, but neither you nor Jason back down.

“I’m not sitting here arguing with you about Bruce. It’s fucking weird,” He dismisses you with a disgusted face.

“Why?!”

You wish he’d just admit outright that he has an issue with you being seen as part of the family.

“Roy got his justice with Cadmus,” He completely avoids your question. “Why not me? Us?”

You see his point, but it’s not enough to calm your worries.

You just got your real family, you can’t loose them.

Not now.

“Bruce will-” You start, only to have him immediately cut you off.

“I don’t give a fuck about Bruce. If he’s truly the father he claims to be he’d love me,” He looks off to the side uncomfortably as he broaches a topic he never has before, “us, regardless of the blood on our hands; regardless of the sins.”

You don’t want to risk it out of your own petty fear.

“Jason,” You trail off, feeling your frustration bubble over.

The only reason you’d stopped him from killing Joker at the dockyards was to prevent Jason and, subsequently, you from the family. If you weren’t willing to part with Bruce and the Batfam then, how could you now?

How is Jason so willing to lose the people he loves over the death of one man?

“Listen, if push comes to shove and I get another chance,” Jason takes your hands into his own. “I will end him once and for all. For you and Babs, for all the innocent people he’s hurt. And, you know what? Selfishly for me.”

Your stomach churns uncomfortably. You see both sides of the situation, but it sure as hell doesn’t make it any easier.

“I don’t know if I’ll let you.”

His eyes grow emotionless again as his hands slip from yours and into his gym-short pockets.

“Please,” Jason smirks, though there’s no amusement behind it. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

“Already have,” You taunt back, ignoring Roy’s pleas for the two of you to calm down.

“That was then,” His deep voice booms across the cold apartment. “I won’t let you get to my head this time. That was my mistake.”

“Your mistake was listening to me?”

“Maybe,” He shrugs indifferently just to piss you off. You try not to let it, but it ends up doing exactly what he’d meant it to.

“Good to know,” You mutter, feeling your feet move before your brain can catch up. You’re not going to sit here and take this pointless back and forth.

No, you refuse.

Jason scoffs, “You’re leaving? One little fight and you’re just ditching?”

“Fuck you, Jason,” You brush past him, stripping off his t-shirt you’re wearing and throwing it in his face as you do.

He angrily throws the shirt to the ground, stomping behind you as you make your way into the master closet. To spite him further, you change into one of your skimpiest outfits.

Once you’re clothed, you turn around to face Jason’s cross-armed ire.

“Guys, come on,” Roy picks the shirt up off the floor, following anxiously after the angry train.

“Seriously,” Jason continues to taunt you. “One little argument and you’re running off to Damian again?”

You stop in your tracks, completely dumbfounded by his accusation. Does he seriously think so low of you, or is this just another example of him saying hurtful things in a fight?

You test the simmering waters. “Do you really think of me as some whore?”

“Don’t ask me that right now,” He growls, blocking your exit out of the closet.

Roy sighs as he takes in the misplaced passion.

“You know what? Fuck you, Jason,” You angrily finish slipping into your heels before clomping past him. “Sorry that shit was so much fucking better before I was here.”

Another point of contention has been your jealousy that they were officially together long before you. You know it makes no sense, really, you do, but what part of jealousy is ever rational?

It seems like every time you get in an argument, Jason will look at Roy like the issue is solely yours. Like you’re this obvious outlier because their previous years had been, for the most part, argument free.

You hate it.

Hell, even when Jason and Roy do fight, 9 out of 10 times, it never escalates much past some griping and the cold shoulder for an hour or two.

“You know that’s not true,” His voice is deadly serious.

You don’t offer another word as you storm into the elevator and place the call. The other line picks up as the doors begin to shut on a pissed-off Jason and a worn-down Roy.

Regardless of your captivated audience, you don’t hold back the desperation in your voice.

“I need to see you.”

The doors clank shut as you get your response.

•••

You arrive at the restaurant first.

It’s one of those new, shitty gentrified places that stand out horribly against the historic grime of the buildings surrounding it. The restaurant boasts the best views of Gotham’s waterways in the city, but you’re just here for the overpriced drinks.

Besides, you’re really not in the mood to argue in favor of Waffle House over this place, so.

You called last minute, but you weren’t expecting to wait alone this long. You’re getting lost in thought when someone startles you out of it.

“Hope you don’t mind that I brought a friend.” The voice startles you. You jump, hoping to cover it up by turning around on your swivel stool, but you’ve been made. “Didn’t mean to scare you, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, it’s you.” You say in faux monotony before turning to the redhead beside Steph with a more enthusiastic welcome. “Babs! How are you?” You slide from your seat to bend down and give her a warm hug.

“You look stunning,” Babs gives you a once over before giving you two thumbs up.

Steph huffs, “Oh, yeah, yeah. I forgot you have a redhead kink.”

“Fuck you!” You smack her on the shoulder with a wide smile before dropping your teasing act to pull her in for a hug, too.

The three of you move away from the bar, finding a seat where you remove a chair so Babs is able to pull up to the table. The rambunctious chatter surrounding you coupled with your friends now being here only amplifies the cottony-residue your drink has left in your brain.

Though the entire restaurant is packed, it’s dying down for the night. The two tables beside you leave within a few minutes of your group sitting down, leaving you with more freedom to talk about why you called Steph over here in the first place.

“What did we come to bail you out from tonight?” Steph, always one to get straight to business, doesn’t bother beating around the bush any further.

You sigh, absentmindedly stirring your drink with your straw before inhaling the whole thing. The alcohol burns your throat, instantly filling your stomach with warmth that leaves you shivering in the aftermath.

“Shit,” You say, scrunching up your face as the overwhelming taste takes over your mouth.

“Damn, that bad?”

“Maybe,” You snort at Babs’ question. “I dunno,” You stir the ice in the empty glass, absentmindedly watching as it clinks around before lifting your head to face your friends.

“So, you’re gonna be stubborn, then?” Steph huffs before calling over the waiter.

Babs catches on to something your tipsy brain obviously doesn’t. She smiles devilishly as Steph mutters something to the tired-looking waiter, then moves to distract you before you can question it.

Listen, you know you’re tipsy. You also know that both these women know exactly how to get you to talk.

Two shots and a half a drink later, you can’t hold back any longer.

Yes, you’re a fucking lightweight now.

It’s been so long since you’ve gotten shitfaced. You know you’re going to regret all of this in the morning, but right now? Right now, you’re having a fucking ball.

Babs is teasing you about your pronunciation, or lack thereof. Meanwhile, Steph keeps bringing up old inside jokes that leave your sides in stitches.

“Soo,” Steph starts, “what happened to the happy throuple?” You wince, motioning for Babs to hand you the shot in front of her. She easily obliges. “That is what this is about, right?”

“Jason and I can’t stop arguing,” You finally huff out with a tipsy pout before downing the burning liquid.

“Jason argues with everyone,” Babs states as if it’s obvious.

“Yeah,” You roll your eyes, “everyone except Roy.”

Babs and Steph share a look as if they already have you all figured out. Hell, they probably had you figured out from the moment you begged them to meet you.

“Well,” Steph starts, “first of all, you guys are the cutest couple, throuple,” She corrects herself, “I’ve ever seen.”

Babs doesn’t miss a beat, “Second, I guarantee you Jason and Roy argue more than you’re letting on. You might just be overreacting because you’re hurt. Has it just been recently?”

You pout even more, crossing your arms as you slump down in the booth like a petulant child, “Maybe.”

Steph snorts like your tipsiness is the cutest, most pathetic thing she’s seen, “I don’t know what advice we can offer you considering neither of us have ever been in any kind of situation like this before, you lucky fuck,” Stephanie adds the last part teasingly. “What I do know is that you guys have been making it work for over a year now-“

“And years before that!” Babs adds, referencing your high school years when the three of you were unknowingly chasing after each other.

“And years before that,” Steph agrees. “You all love each other dearly. I’m sure it hasn’t been easy now that…” She trails off unsurely, noting how you seem to straighten at the shift in conversation. She clears her throat, “Now that Joker escaped.”

“Yeah,” Your tone makes it clear you’re not wanting to talk further on the subject. If anything, it only proves her point further. “It only adds to it that Roy’s been struggling ever since Cadmus. I don’t blame him, obviously, but it does have an effect on us.”

“Kon knows what he’s going through. Well, about as much as anyone can, I guess. They should talk.”

You think back to Roy mentioning meetings not helping and wonder if this could offer the shift he needs. At the very least it could offer some solace.

She gives you Kon’s number while Babs presses deeper.

“Joker and Cadmus are all big, sure, but you’re forgetting you’ve gone through major changes too. I mean, you’ve just started out on patrol,” Babs adds. She lowers her voice, leaving you and Steph to lean across the table to catch her words, “Being a vigilante is draining. It can weigh on you like no other and if you don’t get a safe outlet, it can leak out in other, less than healthy ways.”

You nod, nursing the last remnants of your drink.

“How do you guys cope?”

Steph smiles, “Painting.”

“Reading,” Babs offers. “Making sure I’m practicing self care and all those good things. It’s important to know when you’re reaching your limit too. Do you think this is what that is?” You stare at her quizzically until she continues, “I just mean, could this maybe be an emotional response triggered by you reaching your limit without you realizing it? Jason too?”

“I-“ You start, trailing off as you get lost in the way the condensation forms on your cup. “I don’t know.”

These past few months have really been the first few times you’ve been out in the field with them. Maybe none of you were quite ready for the emotional toll it would take.

Maybe… No, you know Babs’ is right.

You sigh.

“Everyone goes through challenging times,” Babs places a comforting hand over your own. “Try not to read too much into things that aren’t actually there, yeah? You’ll just end up creating more problems than you know what to do with and the actual cause will go ignored.”

“Damn, Babs, do you charge by the hour?” Babs feigns being scandalized until Steph rolls her eyes, “I mean as, like, a therapist, you fucking weirdo.”

“Considering the debt I’m still paying off to GU, I’ll take what I can get,” Babs jests back easily.

“Drinks are on me then tonight, ladies!” Stephanie orders another round before settling back into her seat. “So,” She leans in with a mischievous smirk and diabolically clasped hands, “I may have some tea.”

“About the GCPD officer?” You ask.

Babs just laughs while Stephanie looks disgusted, “Oh, no, fuck that. That lasted maybe a few months after I told you about him.”

“Couldn’t see past him being a pig?”

“Jesus,” Steph cackles around your name. “You know Grayson’s a cop, don’t you?”

“Detective,” Babs corrects. “Besides, we all knew it wouldn’t last. Steph’s had her sights set on Tim ever since he ditched her sophomore year.”

She blushes as if confirming Babs’ statement, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It’s ancient history, anyway.”

“Not from what I saw,” You add cheekily, referring back to how close she’d been with Tim and Conner on your mission to Cadmus. “Seems like you have two tall, dark, handsome men to keep you company now.”

“How the fuck did you catch onto my situationship so fast when it took you five years to notice the three men chasing after you?” Steph seems absolutely dumbfounded.

You ignore the dig, “Situationship?”

Steph sighs, “We fucked.”

You and Babs share shocked, if not impressed, looks.

“You and Timmy or all three of you?” The look she sends both of you answers everything. “Oh, no fucking way! Chrismukkah is going to have two Kryptonians now?”

“Fuck you, Babs.”

“Seems like your dance card’s already pretty full, doll.”

The three of you cackle loud enough to finally be booted from the closing restaurant.

Outside, the three of you linger a bit longer as you wait for Tim to pick the three of you up.

“That’s odd,” He says as he fiddles with Barbra’s chair.

“Do you need help?” You stumble toward him to bear some of the wait, but he waves your tipsy self off with a laugh.

“Not the wheelchair,” As if to prove his point, he folds it easily and stows it away just as fast. “I just didn’t expect those tunnels to be under construction.”

You quirk a questing brow but easily follow his line of sight to the group of construction workers hauling materials some ways off.

“Tunnel talk,” You slur.

“Yes,” He nods in amusement. “I thought they’d been abandoned two or three years back, but I guess not.”

“TIMOTHYYY!!!” Stephanie whines from the front seat, banging against the window as if she’s trapped. “WAFFLE HOUSE.”

He laughs in response as he helps you into the car before climbing behind the wheel, “How much did you guys drink, anyway?”

“’nough to call you for a ride, Timbo,” Babs slurs from beside you in the backseat. She belches loudly, then pats you on the knee, “Bless you.”

“Thank you,” You nod back, completely, drunkenly serious.

“Jesus,” Tim mutters as he totes the three of you over to the greasy, breakfasty wonder that is Waffle House.

By the time you’ve scarfed down your order, you’re definitely feeling slightly more sober.

•••

As if they’d tried to stay up waiting for you, Jason’s slumped over on a sleeping Roy. You note with a hint of tipsy amusement that his fabled reading glasses have fallen onto Roy’s lap.

You slip past them quietly to get ready for bed. When you open the door to leave the bathroom, you’re startled to find Jason right there. Beyond him, you see Roy sleepily hanging back as he gets changed for bed.

Jason seems to take your response the wrong way and steps back to let you pass. You definitely didn’t like how he’d prevented you from leaving the closet, but right now, you’d been taken aback because you thought they’d still be asleep on the couch. That, coupled with secretly having finished off the box of pregnancy tests, you’re on a bit more edge than usual.

“Sorry,” You attempt, though his face has already fallen.

He sheepishly rubs at the back of his head, watching as you join Roy on the bed.

“Sorry,” He murmurs back eventually. It’s nearly loud enough for you to catch, yet nearly quiet enough to leave you wondering if you’d imagined it.

Though you really want to be an asshole and snuggle up extra to Roy, you avoid the petty temptation and drift off.

•••

There’s nothing beautiful about this morning.

Absolutely nothing, as you rest your head against the cold porcelain of the toilet, dry heaving whatever’s left in your gurgling stomach.

If it’s not even light out, can it really even be considered morning?

It’s to no one’s surprise that as soon as you bolted from the bed, your boyfriends worriedly, read: sleepily, followed behind.

“You okay, baby?” Roy yawns as he gathers your hair to hold back for you.

You look at him, then back at the destroyed toilet.

Jason’s deep morning voice grumbles sarcastically, “Can’t handle your alcohol anymore?”

He’s standing some way off, but he looks as if he’s waiting for your cue to come closer.

“Joker serum has nothing on vodka.”

He chortles and you startle at the noise, having expected a lecture or another fight. This is his olive branch. You take it.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” You sigh. “From the alcohol and the fight.”

“Same.”

“I hate when we fight,” He moves closer to your crumpled form on the floor to take your soft hands into his calloused ones.

“Same,” He breathes as if it’s a weight that’s finally been released. “I’m sorry.”

“I am, too.”

He squeezes your hands before helping you up, causing your stomach to flutter.

Jason gently tucks your hair behind your ears before offering you your toothbrush, “You know you called me like 10 times last night, right?”

Your brushing halts, “You’re fucking with me.”

Oh, shit. What the fuck had you said?

“’Jason, I want to suck your dick,’ ‘Jason, you’re such a cunt and I love you,’” He goes to say more, but you cut him off.

“Did not,” You smack his shoulder. “You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Bible, babe,” He holds up his hands as if he’s swearing in to cement it.

“Well,” You pout cutely before spitting out the toothpaste into the sink, “I do want to suck your dick and I do love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The two of you embrace, slowly moving to kiss away the remaining tension the other has caused.

His tender touch leads you back toward the bed and, upon contact, wakes its inhabitant.

“What’d I miss?” He asks as he blearily takes in Jason’s mouth devouring your own.

“Grab the lube, love,” Jason breaks away briefly to direct Roy.

“Apparently, a lot,” Roy mutters to himself as he reaches behind your tangled forms to get the lube from Jason’s nightstand. Roy pops the cap and helps rid Jason of his underwear. “This what you wanted, Jay? For me to stretch you out with my fingers?”

“You said you wanted to suck my dick, right?” Jason mirthfully smirks at you, referencing your drunk dial from the previous night.

“Always,” You slink down, tracing down his happy trail with one hand as you use the other to push him against the mattress. You place a light kiss right above his semi-hard cock before placing one on his bobbing tip.

You hear his breath stutter and it's all the encouragement you need to place a thick lick up the entirety of his excessive length.

“She’s been so good, Jay,” Roy makes a show of lubing up his index finger. “She deserves a treat, too, don’t you think?”

Jason groans, smacking lightly at your hip before motioning you to turn around.

With some help from both of them, you finally realize Roy wants you to 69. You straddle Jason’s lap backward until your thighs caress either side of his face. He jiggles your ass, parting it widely for his and Roy’s entertainment.

Roy gives each cheek a resounding smack before moving to settle between Jason’s thick thighs. From here, your face is inches away from Roy’s, something you use to your advantage as you draw him in for a messy kiss, biting his lower lip lightly as the two of you finally break apart.

Jason smacks your ass before using the tip of his tongue to teasingly trail along your wet folds.

“Fuck,” You breathe out, forehead resting against Roy’s freckled one as Jason finally makes contact with your clit.

Roy captures your lips for a moment longer before guiding your wet lips down to Jason’s aching member. Your mouth stretches across his girthy length while Roy’s lubed finger finally wiggles past Jason’s tight hole.

Jason lets out the most pathetic moan you’ve ever heard him muster. The vibrations of it echo across your trembling cunt.

You slow your pace on his cock as he pants pathetically against your pussy at Roy’s ministrations.

You watch in arousal as Roy’s freckled finger slowly curls inside before gliding in and out of Jason’s twitching hole.

“Such a whore, Jay. Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut. You already want another one, love?”

“Unh!” You deepthroat him before he can manage an answer. “Fuck. Please,” He begs.

Roy easily obliges with a wicked smirk. You have no choice but to kiss him.

You pull off Jason’s length with a ‘pop’ and a moan as your fingers tangle in Roy’s fiery locks. The kiss is sloppy, entirely too much tongue for what you usually like, but right now, it’s exactly what you need.

“I’ve never seen either of you so needy before,” Roy presses a chaste kiss to your swollen lips as he pulls away. When he does, you notice him fisting his cock and lean forward to spit on it before you can second-guess yourself. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, baby. So good to me, princess.”

You moan, eyes never leaving his as you salaciously arch down to take Jason back into your mouth. Roy uses this as an opportunity to stick another finger inside your boyfriend.

Jason’s hips snap off the mattress and deep into your throat at the addition

“Mph!” You gasp, nearly gagging as he fucks into your throat. Instead, you force him deeper, feeling tears sting at the corners of your eyes as his hips greedily rock into your tight mouth.

Your hair keeps getting in the way until Roy removes his hand from around his dick to grasp your hair. He uses the hold to pull your mouth from Jason to meet his lips in a dizzyingly erotic kiss. “Don’t leave our girl hanging, Jay.”

It’s all the reminder Jason needs to begin slurping at your syrupy cunt in fervor.

“Yes,” You moan against Roy’s chapped lips, feeling your hips sputter against his well-timed flicks and laps. You grind down against a particular swipe of his tongue, edging your clit against the delicious feeling Jason’s mouth produces.

Roy makes quick work of stretching Jason out as the two of you draw each other closer to orgasm. When Roy finally can’t take it, he grabs for your hand, which is wrapped around Jason’s girth, to drizzle lube in your hand.

You pull off his length, feeling as his cock bobs against your cheek. From there, you shift down and off Jason’s face to jack Roy off.

He fucks into your lubed grip desperately, whining like a slut as he bucks into your loose grip.

“I need to fuck you, Jay,” Roy’s voice is deep and gravelly as he takes in his lover’s pathetic state.

“Please,” Jason whines in response. Straddling Jason’s muscular torso, Roy fists your hair and tugs you in for a searing kiss as he presses into Jason’s tight hole. “Fuck, Roy. You’re so fucking big,” Jason’s hands have a death grip on the sheets around him as Roy fully settles inside of him.

“Au contraire,” Roy quips, breaking away with a string of saliva between the two of you, “I think you’re just extra tight for me, love.”

Jason’s too lost in the throws of pleasure to give him shit, but you’re not.

“Au contraire, Roy. Really?”

Roy snorts, quickly turning into a moan when Jason pushes down against him, “You’re such an asshole to me, baby.” You flip around on Jason, bending into Jason’s chest with your own to offer Roy a perfect view of said asshole. “That’s a nice fucking view, princess. I think I forgive you.”

Jason’s eyes are unfocused as he tugs you in for a shaky, breathy kiss as Roy begins to move inside of him. Your tits and ass jiggle obscenely with each thrust. Roy’s soft hands sink into the globes of your ass as his movements begin to pick up speed. Meanwhile, Jason cups your breasts, circling your nipples as he sinks further down on Roy’s cock.

“Ride me,” Jason’s wrecked voice requests when the two of you finally break apart for air.

You bite the corner of your mouth as you situate yourself above his cock, lining yourself up with his member. Roy’s metallic hand supports his weight on the bed beside Jason’s hip, with his freckled fingers trickle tauntingly up your torso. He grabs at your tits, playing with them for a bit as he slows his thrusts before finally moving lower.

Your entrance twitches over Jason’s tip as Roy expertly teases your cunt until you feel like you’re nearly about to come. Before you can, you sink down onto Jason’s length, bottoming out with a broken sigh that both men groan at.

“I can’t,” You shake your head, hands splayed across Jason’s abs as you will yourself to move. “I-“

“Yes, you can, baby,” Roy mutters against the side of your head as he thrusts into Jason again. “Ride him.”

It’s not a request, it’s a command.

You follow it, feeling all inhibitions release as you begin to rock against his cock. Roy’s fingers return to your clit as if wanting you to come prematurely. Your hips sputter as you grind against Jason’s dark happy trail, pressing Roy’s finger harder against your clit as you do.

Roy ducks his head to leave hickeys against your throat, only drawing you closer to your impending orgasm.

Ultimately, it’s Jason who comes first, emptying his load into your slick cunt with a wild buck and a wanton moan. You feel the warm stickiness slide out of your cunt and drip down his member as you milk his orgasm out of him until all he can muster are curses.

His rough hands clasp around your hips, stopping your bouncing, “Roy, please.”

Roy takes the hint and pulls out of Jason’s sensitive hole with an obscene squelch and a groan. Roy caresses his hand over Jason’s atop your hip, squeezing down as the three of you pant in tandem.

You slip off of Jason, sighing when you feel more of his load trickle out of your pussy and onto your thighs. Before you can question what to do next, you feel Roy’s greedy eyes on your come-filled cunt.

“Let me eat you out, baby.”

You fall to the mattress beside Jason, propping yourself up on your forearms to address Roy, “But I want you to come too.”

“Trust me,” Roy slinks closer with a mischievous glint behind his verdant eyes, “I will.” He parts your thick thighs with glee as he comes face-to-face with your creamy cunt.

Roy fists his cock in one hand, with the other planted beside you to steady himself as he dips down to devour you whole. Jason, who’s just come down from his orgasm, moves to scatter light kisses against your neck and chest, toying with your nipples as he does so.

It’s so heavenly, being filled and stuffed and with both your men taking care of you in all the ways you desperately need.

Jason wraps his arm around your shoulder as he lies beside you, drawing you closer against his side to kiss you deeper. Meanwhile, his other arm trickles lower to spread your pussy to grant Roy easier access to your aching folds. He only holds his hand there for so long before he’s drawing up your sensitive stomach, past the scar that lingers, back to your nipples.

You want to come so badly. You feel your orgasm building with each sensual touch they deliver against your vibrating skin.

A well-timed slurp from Roy, coupled with Jason sucking your tit into his mouth, leaves you arching off the mattress as you release against Roy’s wicked tongue, “FUCK!”

Roy groans, moving to jack himself off over your pussy, ultimately squirting out to mix with Jason’s and your own. He sucks in a sharp breath as the last spurt of come dribbles onto your cunt before shaking and falling on the other side of Jason.

It's still early in the morning by the time they’ve washed their come from you. Jason offers you the t-shirt he’d thrown to the ground as the three of you climb back into bed.

You fall back asleep only to be met by twisted visions of tunnels blowing up and crumbling cement.

Tim’s muddled words threaten to surface at the forefront of your mind, but the influence of the alcohol you’d been under easily suppresses it.

•••

Later that night, you’ve put Lian to sleep when Jason and Roy start gearing up.

“What’s going on?”

“Break in at Wayne Enterprise,” Jason throws you your suit.

You catch it easily, looking it over briefly before staring back up at his stripping form, “Why isn’t Bruce already on the scene?”

“He’s in Bialya with Damian.”

“And Dick?”

“Is on his way over right now to watch Lian,” Roy answers easily.

“Is anyone on the scene, then?” You rephrase your original question. With all of the Bat Family being out, it means you’ll have to hustle over there to get any good leads. The longer you wait, the harder the intruder will be to track.

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” Roy slings his quiver over his shoulders as the elevator doors open.

Dick gives him a quick hug before high-tailing it over to you, “No way! Is this the new suit?”

“Mhm,” You nod your head, showing off the fabric.

“Holy shit,” He nods appreciatively, looking the red suit over. “It looks really awesome. What name did you decide to go with- no, wait,” He places a pensive hand on his chin, “Red Devil?” You shake your head no, beaming under your mask at his enthusiasm. “Dominatrix?” He winks cheekily.

“Alright,” Jason places a possessive arm around your waist, tugging you away from his brother. “Enough with the guessing games- we’ve got to get a move on.”

“Well,” Dick calls after the three of you, “don’t leave me in suspense!”

“Cardinal,” You offer as you step onto the elevator.

You see him nod appreciatively before the doors slip shut behind the three of you.

•••

Luke greets the three of you as you come upon the scene.

Strangely enough, the metal vault you’d noticed on your first visit has been blown wide open. Whatever was inside the room is long gone now and, in its place, a single white feather has been placed in the center of the room.

“What was in here?” You’ve been dying to know ever since coming upon the mysterious door. The outside still clearly reads ‘All Rights Reserved Clean Energy Project, LLC.,’ something both Arsenal and Red Hood immediately notice.

“A microwave emitter.”

You glance back curiously at Arsenal and Red Hood, but neither seems to understand either.

“What does this emitter do?” Arsenal asks as he bends down to examine the feather closer.

“It was designed for desert warfare,” Luke states gravely. “It uses long waves that create a…” He trails off, arms moving sporadically as he thinks of the words, “microburst of sorts via long wavelengths.”

Arsenal appears grave at the news, but you and Red Hood are still visibly in the dark.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Luke clears his throat, looking over at Red Hood warily, “It was meant to be used to vaporize an enemy’s water supply.”

Questions rattle around your mind as you attempt to connect dots that you don’t understand in the slightest. The most pressing one being: why does Wayne Enterprise even have this tech in the first place?

“We found evidence of this machine when we broke into Cadmus a few weeks back,” Red Hood fills Luke in on your previous discovery. “The feather, however, seems entirely random.”

“So, what did Cadmus want with it?” You ask, with the question alone producing 50 more in its wake.

The four of you look at each other with concern.

“That,” Luke looks up at the ceiling as if contemplating the question for the first time, “I’m not sure.”

A/N: peek the ‘new’ nickname popping up between the three of them :p jason’s getting lax w the nicknames, but you’ll soon see why he was such a hardass in the first place

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