~ Hey guys, mod here, sorry I’ve been posting less, I’m working through stuff, but I’ve still got asks ready to go! I haven’t deleted a single one!
AU!Ambrosia
A soft humming filled the room, as they sipped a cup of coffee, the scent wafting around. It was little things like this which soothed any aches from the night before. A slow wandering took them around the house, and though they debated it, the dateviators lay resting on their chest. Gentle hands traced window sills and tenderly touched the soft fabrics of blankets. It was almost ritualistic now, that steady pace, the tender touches.
It felt like being loved.
Eventually they settled in the kitchen again, rinsing out their mug, and thinking before aiming their gaze at Cam. Their meetings had been… a bit rough, they both knew it, but now, the warm gentle humor Cam carried was soothing if not a bit flustering.
They hummed before moving to gently trace the trash can lid with gentle fingers, trusting that Cam kept himself tidy enough to do so. Eventually they aimed the Dateviators and DATEd Cam.
He was flustered when he came into view, clutching his red strings tight in his grip, “you- you chose to talk to me, Bug?” He seemed confused.
Ambrosia smiled opening their arms to allow Cam to nonchalantly lean into the offered embrace, face slotting into the crook of their neck. He took a slow breath and then sighed, mumbling faintly, “you make weird choices.”
Ambrosia hummed, arms wrapping around the normally taller man as he curled in around them, “And yet knowing you is one of my best ones.”
A soft huff of flustered contentment leaves Cam. For all his bravado and confidence, Cam was more touchy than others, starved for the affection so few would willingly give to something they saw as dirty or useless. At first, he’d thought Ambrosia would be the same- he turned his head and his slightly chapped lips found their smile and the human hummed into the soft press- but now as he holds them, he almost wonders how he even came to such a conclusion.
He carefully traces patterns into their back, like barbecue sauce on wallpaper wrappers, and they sigh soft, warm, content into their tender kiss. It’s like he’s finally being loved, and Cam didn’t know how to go back to not feeling this.
He breaks the kiss begrudgingly when Ambrosias has to breathe, and their noses lightly brush as Cam smiles, “you picked a kick ass name you know?”
Ambrosia chuckled, tilting their head, “oh yeah? How so?”
Cam smiled warm, soft, “cause loving you is a flavor meant for gods… and trash cans apparently.”
Ambrosia blinked then laughed, all warm, sweet even. “Cam, I adore you.”
And somehow Cam knew they meant it, he smiled, a softness to his voice, “don’t wear it out hot sauce.”
Ambrosia smiled noses brushing as they whispered against his lips, “I wouldn’t. Not even for a single moment.”
They kissed softly for the rest of their time that day, with softly linked fingers too.
Careful fingers held knitting needles clumsily, it was another day sprawled out on Koa. They carefully pulled thread, it was messy and sloppy, and it was way harder than they had thought it'd be. Ambrosia stuck their tongue out, nose scrunching up as they moved their knitting needles slowly.
Koa was snoring with his head leaned on their shoulder, so whenever Ambrosia got annoyed, it was with soft huffs from their nose, and met with soft mumbled words that no one else could make out, and a gentle nuzzling from Koa. It did wonders to soothe Ambrosia's annoyance with the process of knitting.
The slow domestic moment continued till a low yawn left Koa, and his eyes opened sleepily. "Thank you for taking a load off with me. A nap with you is like a dream. Don't forget to rest too though, even if knitting can be cool."
Ambrosia nodded, pressing their foreheads together, and putting away the war crime of a scarf. "Of course, Koa."
Koa smiled warmly, "somehow I doubt it's as of course as you say. You were the one who suggested this nap," a yawn interrupted his words, "and you knitted through it."
Ambrosia laughed softly, "maybe I just wanted to steal your warmth."
Koa laughed in return, "Stealing what is given freely? Never. You are always welcome here, my arms always have room for you."
The human carefully linked their fingers together, smiling at how much larger Koa's hands were, the way they were so soft. Koa offered soothing embraces from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes. Koa hummed softly, letting his eyes shut as Ambrosia gently used their thumb to trace gentle patterns against Koa's hand. They gently kissed his forehead, before standing up, waving and heading back towards the upstairs.
They moved slowly and deliberately until they were standing in the hallway. A long stretch was all it took, their face falling to a tired neutral look, before finally Ambrosia rubbed their eyes and then a bright smile clicked back into place.
Ambrosia headed to the closet, and with a little effort, and a pair of well aimed glasses, Ambrosia was suddnely in the Breaker Box bar. They hummed happily, smile brightening, and eyes gaining some energy when they saw Volt.
"Live Wire!"
He called out, and suddenly Ambrosia realized that they were home well and truly home.
Volt's hands guided them inside, and Eddie's rolled eyes, and faint smile guided Ambrosia in further. It was like they were sinking into the whiskey like one of those ridiculous cocktail umbrellas. The actual glass of whiskey slid to them further helped with that feeling.
Ambrosia leaned their head on Eddie's shoulder when the man sat with the human, and though Eddie pretended to be annoyed, his faint smile said it all.
Ambrosia lived for moments like these.
Mod Note below the cut:
This is mod's first time writing for Koa, have mercy. Find your inner Koa calm if I messed up.
Also the first person to figure out the change between AU!Ambrosia and Canon!Ambrosia that caused the divergence gets like a cookie IDK, free scene? What do people normally bribe people to do things with?
Also Eddie and Volt are so pookie, and I need to work harder on writing them. They're harder to get into the heads of than Hector I feel. Which is why the AU!Ambrosia fic is taking more time to work on despite having started around the same time as Canon!Ambrosia's fic.
Jekyll looks up at Hector in the vent and his ears pin back against his head. He tilts his head at how the vent dweller acts towards being met. Isn't this what he wanted? Why is upset... Did Jekyll do something bad? He whines a bit, but snaps out of it when he hears Ambrosia. The offer sounds nice... But, then he looks back over at Hector and a pout forms on his face. He doesn't know what to do.
"Mm... But," he starts before cutting himself off. He looks between the two as he tries to decide. His tail immediately goes between his legs and he shrinks in on himself a bit. Then, he goes completely still like a statue. It doesn't even look like he's breathing, though with how shallow his breathing usually is it's not too odd in that department. He just stands there staring at the floor with a mix of emotions in his singular eye.
[From @duct-bugs]
AU!Ambrosia:
Hector looks flustered and quickly ducks further into the vents, hiding from view and burying his face in his knees. Ambrosia watched him go then smiled softly at Jekyll.
"Some people are shy, that's not bad on it's own, and we did surprise him I'm sure." She carefully held out a hand, "and it sounds like he did want to meet me, just not like this. Which means it was a misunderstanding. It'll be okay."
She gently knelt down to be more visible to Jekyll's line of sight, a faint smile on her lips, worry on her face as she looked at him, "... You didn't do anything wrong, right Mr. Vents?"
She looked over and a hesitant Hector returns to the grates, "... No it's alright. I- I'm merely startled." He rubbed his hands together.
Ambrosia smiled softly, and gingerly took Jekyll's hand, "... see? It's alright, so why don't we head down and give each other a chance to calm down. Fear isn't a bad thing, nor is needing space. And me and him will talk again, I'm sure."
Her smile was bright, like the sun shining through the window, despite the way her eyes looked so very... tired.
Jekyll pops out of the HVAC unit as soon as he hears Ambrosia comes into the attic. He quickly runs over to them, grabs their hand and runs back over to the HVAC unit. His tail is wagging like crazy as he stares into the open space he had climbed out of. He glances back over to Ambrosia and points at the HVAC.
"He n-needs to be... Cl-cleaned... Dirty man," he says and then looks back at the HVAC unit with a smirk on his face. When he looks back up the smirk is gone, but he still seems proud of himself.
[From @duct-bugs]
AU!Ambrosia:
Hector put his face in his hands and took steadying breaths, "thank you Jekyll." He said shakily, tensing when Ambrosia was closer, and he pressed closer to the walls of the vent unit. His heart was hammering and he covered his mouth with both trembling hands.
Ambrosia nodded, heading over, gently placing their hands on the unit as Hector's eyes squeezed shut.
She went to open the vent, before pausing, tilting her head, "he? Oh is this someone I haven't met yet?"
She seemed a bit startled, and carefully traced her fingers on the casing, stepping back, "I shouldn't clean them right away. It wouldn't be right."
Instead she aimed the dateables, with a soft smile, and Hector was suddenly bursting forth from a nearby vent, "Stop! Please! I can't handle your touch, you're like the very stars themselves to me. I beg of you- Leave, leave and do not meet me! Not like this!"
Hector start to breathe panicked as he gripped the grates. Ambrosia jolted and dropped the cleaning solution in hand, before swallowin thickly.
"O-oh. I'm sorry. Do... you- I mean I can-" She took a moment, looking jarred and off kilter, before she suddenly smiled brighter, "alright, I can wait, I won't push you... Jekyll why don't we hang out in the living room instead."
She carefully set down the other cleaning supplies. "You can use these if you'd like, otherwise, I'll come get them later."
Jekyll tilts his head and wiggles in his spot from how excited he is. Though, when he hears the question he perks up and looks over at the vent he just fell out of. He stares at the man within intently, and then gives him a small smile. When he hears Ambrosia speak again he whips around to look at her again. He then leans over, licks her cheek and nods aggressively.
"Y-yeah... It's dusty," just then his body decides to sneeze. He shakes his head and blinks like a lizard before running off back over to the vent and climbs back in. "Come to the a-attic... somet-time!" He yells out of the vent before disappearing inside. There's a lot of thumping in the vent following this.
[From @duct-bugs]
AU!Ambrosia:
Ambrosia chuckles and then smiles, covering her mouth, "I'm glad you're alright."
The lick has them a bit confused, but they didn't protest. She chuckles warmly, "alright I'll put cleaning it on my priority list for you."
She chuckles, "bless you!"
She waved kindly when Jekyll retreated into the vents. "I can do that! I'm always happy to visit you."
Grateful "thank you"'s left Hector repeatedly, soft and barely audible as Jekyll approached.
Ambrosia waved a warm farewell. She hummed, searching for cleaning supplies, warmly speaking to others as she went, before heading for the attic, albeit a bit slowly.
Ambrosia yawned rubbing a hand over her face before she put on a bright smile and stepped in, faint bags under her eyes, "Jekyll? I brought cleaning supplies."
Ambrosia can hear shuffling coming from deep within the walls. There's thumping against metal echoing from one of the vents. Instead of the vent dweller she might expect, a certain coyote taxidermy comes tumbling out of the vent with a plop on the floor. He's a heap on the floor for a moment before standing up, shaking his whole body, and then rushing over to Ambrosia.
"Amb," he yips at the homeowner before scampering over to her and holding up his hands. "I f-found thing," he mumbles out and opens his hands. In his palm is an old looking silver ring with some kind of engraving on it. He looks quite proud of himself with how his tail is wagging under his cape.
[From @duct-bugs]
AU!Ambrosia:
Ambrosia blinked at the sound of movement, tilting her head in confusion. She knelt down after they tumbled out, "oh dear! That's a pretty big fall, you alright?" She smiled, all warmth and tired eyes.
She chuckles slightly at the shaking, before tilting her head, a warm smile lingering, "what might it be?"
She held out her hand kindly, never wavering. When it revealed a silver ring, there was a blink before she beamed, "oh cool!"
She hummed, "I'm not sure if I know it well. It might be from before I moved here."
She sat down after kneeling for a moment. And let a warm smile wash over her face. "Was it in the vents? I should really clean them, would I ask you for permission to clean it? Or do others live there too?"
Ambrosia's head tilted curiously and she looked at the vents. Deep in the vent a squeak that only Jekyll could hear responded.
Hector, who knew that he could be heard, responded raspily, "oh please don't say I'm here, I'm not ready- how could a goddess be pleased to know a mere machine like me-"
Ambrosia's eyes sparkled as she hummed in thought, looking back at Jekyll, "or is it clean enough in there? You don't look too dusty."
Ambrosia tilted her head, "does Lady Memoria need anything too? I know she's a bit small now that I cleared out most of the boxes in a reorganizing spree."
Said spree had involved a significant number of seemingly old objects that no longer had a purpose being donated. Of course, given Ambrosia was stuck at home, they were mostly boxed up and set in a donation pile in the presently empty crawlspace. Empty now that Bodhi was roaming about, Vaughnn was moved, and Keith discovered.
Ambrosia smiled warmly as she waited on the response.
Mod here! Sorry for vanishing I had an AO3 curse moment. I’m having trouble with resuming my original content, so I may do AU!Ambrosia until I’m back in the right headspace for Canon!Ambrosia. I won’t delete a single ask, so if you have a canon Ambrosia ask I do swear I’ll get to it. For now we’re in AU mode, to give me time to practice.
If you want to ask AU Ambrosia a question please indicate at the top of your ask that it’s for AU!Ambrosia and for canon questions I’ll get to them later, you can say Canon!Ambrosia. I hope this works!
To be a bit of a meanie, I won’t say what makes AU!Ambrosia different to start! It’s up to you all to solve how AU!Ambrosia is different. Good luck and god speed!
Mod here! Running a bit behind on replies and chapters rn, so I’m locking in. Hopefully I can reply again soon, the sagas shall continue, and the ask box remains open! For now have a cookie! (It’s your own data I stole it from Big Data for you.)
[This is a continuation of the last 18+ ask so be warned before reading.]
{Spade took a step back when Ambrosia pushed her away not that their expression changed at all, who cares if she was being rude? Thats the least of her fucking concerns right now, she wanted to know who hurt em and why they had thought it was a bloody good idea to cover up the evidence instead of getting it treated!}
{Spades snarled rolling her eyes as Ambrosia bared their teeth clearly not caring at all to change their current attitude towards the situation.}
[“What is your major malfunction, Spade?!”]
{Oh great, the twinkifed Zeus was here fucking great.}
“Malfunction? Is fucking caring for the humans well being considered a malfunction now?!?”
{She snapped back stomping their hoof as they glared down at volt teeth bared as if they were considering whether or not to beat the man senseless. Though she knew full well her hand was far better than his in that game.}
[“Stop!”]
“Oh for fucks sake what now-“
{Spade growled though she faltered slightly upon seeing Daisuke, sure she didn’t want to cause any damage to those who had done no wrong but dammit she had to do something-}
{And then Barry spoke up, and suddenly Spade realized…fuck- she hasn’t explain at all.}
“Barry really are you just gonna leave out the most important details-“
{Oh, Ambrosia’s hand doesn’t look that bad thats reassuring OMG THEY’RE ACTUALLY STRIPPING WAIT-}
{Whilst internally being a flustered mess (with flushed cheeks to match) Spade inspected every mark Ambrosia revealed from a distance. Though she quickly walked over to them shushing them with her tail so she couldn’t hear whatever they had to say, before inspecting the burns more closely.}
“You know it’s funny, you’d think telling the origins of certain burns apart wouldn’t be so easy but it’s really rather simple.”
“Oh! And to answer your question love No, I’m not satisfied not until THOSE TWO IDIOTIC MORONS! Realize what the fuck they’ve done.”
{Spade glared at Dante and Volt the anger that had settled ever so slightly quickly boiling over again.}
“Because if you didn’t know whilst electrical burns don’t cause much external damage, but you can be damn sure there’s much more happening below the surface.”
{Spade took Ambrosia’s reddened hand gently kissing the location of the damage she had indirectly caused, before turning her attention back to Volt.}
“Not that I’m necessarily shocked, you’ve been a bloody hotshot since the moment you popped up due to that faulty wire haven’t you Volt?”
-🃏
CW: Mentions of panic attacks, old and new injuries. This is an 18+ series of asks. Spoilers of Hector's Attic Appearance Below.
Ambrosia didn’t back down at the snarl and eye roll combo, but their feet shifted subtly, left foot sliding forward, the right sliding back subtly, forming a triangle of sorts. Unfortunately most anyone who saw the postural shift wouldn’t recognize it, but Telly laughed loudly and had to cover his mouth as various people glared at him.
Telly waved awkwardly then slid back again deeper into the milling group of concerned people.
Volt sparked faintly, “you call this caring about their wellbeing?!”
His voice rumbled like thunder and he flexed his hands open closed to avoid blowing a fuse.
Eddie moved quickly to grab his shoulder, “Volt, easy, our Live Wire’s alright.” It was subtly possessive, the language, in a way that had Ambrosia’s hackles lowering slightly.
It gave perhaps the first insight to the current nature of Eddie, Volt, and Ambrosia’s relationship. It sounded something a bit more intimate than just ‘friends.’ Eddie flicked worried steely gray eyes between Volt and Ambrosia. Meanwhile Cam worriedly tried to hug Ambrosia, but with a fluid roll of their shoulders he was shaken off.
Cam looked worried at that, but still, he waited. Daisuke’s interruption was a welcome reprieve, drawing Cam’s and most other’s attention that way, but not Ambrosia’s, their fingers twitched at their side as they watched the way Spade paid attention. There was a tension wracking their body, like a stiffness had settled over them.
Daisuke flustered and bristling spoke again, “I am merely imploring decorum!” He sounded stressed.
Ambrosia spoke up calmly, “go ahead and grab what you need to while we try to figure out what’s going on. Okay, Daisuke?” They smiled faintly, eyes not leaving Spade’s frame.
Daisuke nodded and flitted about worriedly, mumbling softly to himself, as he moved plates carefully into the next room.
Ambrosia of course understood Barry’s words while most others were further confused by it. Barry heard Spade’s response and broke into a blubbering mess, sitting cross legged on the ground and rubbing his face, smearing makeup all over as he tried to calm down.
Ambrosia was stormily quiet post shirt and makeup removal, hissing that angry question of if Spade was satisfied only to be cut off by the touches. It took much willpower to not bite down on the tail when it shushed them.
Ambrosia’s question asking if they should further strip went ignored. And tears pricked their eyes at Volt’s whisper worried way of saying their name. It made them feel exposed in a way they didn’t normal feel and they were starting to get flustered in a way that made them feel young and small, but they tried to hide it under bared teeth, and defensive statures.
Spade spoke up accusingly, Dante was poking around the corner trying to understand what was happening, and jolted as he was addressed, jaw dropping and he flicked his gaze to Ambrosia, just like Volt.
Volt looked distraught, color back to normal but he wanted to approach, legs trying to move but Eddie stopped him, arms grabbing out to hold Volt steady, speaking softly, “Volt, it’s alright, trust them.”
Eddie hissed his voice coming out worriedly. But Volt’s voice replied just as desperate, “They’re hurt Eddie- I can’t just- fuck I can’t ignore that!” His body posture was nervous, he looked genuinely startled.
Volt flinched back at being accused of doing this, his gaze flicking to Dante and turning cold. He wanted to yell at Dante, but first he felt rage, he flicked his gaze back to Spade, teeth bared, sparks cracking on his hair.
“You think I would purposely harm- no burn- our Live Wire?” There was indignation and a faint tone of pain in his voice.
He ran a hand through his hair, his heart felt like it was aching, the lights in the house started to flicker.
Celia’s voice came down from the second floor worriedly, “Now what is happening here?!”
Unfortunately by the time they heard Celia it was a little bit too late.
Volt froze, everyone did really, Ambrosia gasping audibly as they covered their mouth with their hands. Ambrosia shouted Spade’s name but it was too late, Volt’s face crumbled.
“Y-you- You think I-“ Volt’s sparks were getting worse, and Eddie was pulling him closer, as he started to flicker.
“Volt! Fuck- what is wrong with you Spade?!” He barked and Volt looked up at Eddie when Spade said their last remarks.
The words faulty wire had Volt’s body sagging down as he tried to cover his face with his hands, his ears ringing as the power started to fluctuate wildly.
Volt had never looked that distressed, not once. Not when he almost could have died, not even when they were saving Eddie- he looked gutted, eyes wide with horror and his lungs gasping air. With a loud pop several light bulbs burst, the power went out, and Volt was gone in the same instant, along with most of the electrical based dateables that had been seeing it all unfold.
Eddie tripped and fell, grunting uncomfortably. He felt awful like his entire body was made of sludge, but even with no charge he had to get Volt-
Eddie grit his teeth, shouting back, “Live Wire! Stay safe, I’ll find Volt!” He felt someone else brush past him when he got close to the bathroom, shoving their way towards the kitchen and through the darkness and fog.
Ambrosia immediately cried out, tears welling in their eyes as they tried to rush to where Volt had been, only for a figure who had been forcing through the crowd to catch Ambrosia who was starting to sob.
“It’s okay- it’s okay Ambrosia.” Hector’s voice washed over them like a balm.
Suddenly they were grappling at his frame desperately, shouting, “it’s Volt- Volt went out- what if-“ they were starting to wheeze from panic.
Hector shushed them, pressing his forehead to theirs, starting to softly sing a lullaby Ambrosia would play to sleep, rubbing small circles in their back. Hector looked up at Spade and even in the darkness his mixed emotions of rage, gratitude, anger, sadness- they were all visible.
Hector waited till they could breathe, but were still sobbing to speak firmly, “Cam, blanket! The one you keep stealing-“
Cam jolted and went to complain, but given the situation refocused and tripped over himself to get to the laundry room.
Daisuke had moved things, but almost dropped some when Hector addressed him next, “find some older poems- happy ones- they enjoy your writing-“
He spoke commandingly until he was mostly settled where Ambrosia was curled up against Hector in an old worn blanket that they liked, sipping tea with a shaky hand and Hector was mumbling soft praise while Daisuke searched.
Of course as this happened, Dante- who had already been apologetic about the burns, received forgiveness and helped treat them originally- was trying to move backwards and slip away, aiming for his normal resting place. His fire was colder with guilt. And he was starting to panic himself.
Dante was the first to notice Spade had frozen, having taken steps back from Ambrosia and Hector. She stood there, fluctuating between what seemed like shock or horror. She didn't react to any of the commotion, as if she couldn't process what was happening around her. Dante wanted to help, but given the mess he'd already made-
Hector's voice cut the quiet, "Timothy, help Barry calm down with breathing patterns. Spade, take deep breaths."
He said it commandingly, watching how Spade's breathing pattern was becoming increasingly panicked, he might be angrier than he could comprehend, but Spade was someone Ambrosia cared for. That was reason enough to help, despite it all.
(Mode note here: shout out Spade's Creator for saving my ass cause I can't make high quality images. Thank you for such lovely ideas and for your support!)
[Jekyll is not listening to Dorian at all. In fact, it might just be making things worse. The taxidermy just continues to get more and more panicked the longer he's stuck in the attic. He's not even really speaking anymore. It's just noises at this point, whining and growling more specifically.]
[Eventually, he just starts crying and covers his eyes. Then he plops down onto the floor next to the HVAC unit and cries for a while. His mumbling is back, but it's just the same word over and over. 'Bad', like he's trying to punish himself over this. He doesn't want a repeat of what happened last time. What happened in the attic with Rudy. He can't handle being abandoned again...]
[After a few minutes, Jekyll slowly opens the doors to the HVAC unit and crawls inside of it, closing the doors behind him. He would use the vents like Hector, but he doesn't know them that well. So, instead, he curls up in a corner and cries to himself... His quiet apologies to whoever are muffled within the small space that he finds oddly comforting. He just wants to be good for once.]
(CW: Panic Attack Descriptions)
Dorian sighed softly, leaning his head back against the door he was holding shut. He hoped someone else might be able to help, but right now, he had to figure out the state of the house. His focus returned to Front Dorian who was starting to storm towards the scene breaking out.
In the attic, others murmured worriedly, but for the most part Jekyll was able to hide inside the main unit, and Dorian kept an ear out for any concerning sounds. He was straining himself significantly, it took a lot of energy to lock down the house, and even more to handle so many crises at once.
[Quick warning this is a 18+ ask so keep that in mind before reading.]
{Storming into the hallway, after not so kindly making her way past Dorian. Spade shots a death glare Volts way before storming down the stairs, honestly it’s a miracle that none of the steps break but you best believe they got damn close to it!}
{By this point Spade was in too much of a blind range to realize just how much steam was filling the house as they stormed into the kitchen. Their horns had popped up again, a by product of their anger and not something many within the house had seen not that it mattered because from what Ambrosia and Cam saw when she walked into the kitchen she just looked like she was half crazed. Pupils blown wide whilst also changing into the same symbol often seen on Ace cards, once again a physical symbol of just how much anger was boiling within this card deck currently.}
{Before they could have said a single word Spade yanked Ambrosia over to herself basically growling.}
“You. Shirt off. Now”
{There wasn’t any room for discussion Spade was gonna see the full extent of harm this human had come across one way or a fucking other.}
-🃏
(CW: 18+ Themes, References to Past and Present Injuries, Non-Graphic Descriptions.)
Barry squeaked as he was unintentionally shaken off babbling worriedly as Dorian looked rather frustrated at them. Volt looked a bit startled by the glare.
Eddie seeing it, grit his teeth, stepping in front of Volt protectively, drawing a concerned, “Eddie,” from Volt who pulled Eddie back and to his chest.
Barry rushed after Spade panting breathlessly as he tried to get after them, only to arrive a bit too late, as Spade had gotten to Ambrosia first.
Ambrosia hummed happily, leaning into Cam’s gently hand resting on his cheek, the other resting on their lower back. Cam made an alarmed noise into the kiss when Spade came into view, having only noticed them when they became visible.
He pulled back from the kiss, face going bright red, Ambrosia let out a soft whine at the kiss breaking, but before they could question Cam as to why he’d pulled back or Cam could alert Ambrosia to the situation, the human was being yanked back with a startled squeaking sound.
Cam despite his nerves spoke up frustrated, “hey! Warn people! You’re going to startle them!”
He said pointing up at Spade his other hand tugging his bag strings pulling his clothes tighter to him. Cam looked rather flustered by the situation, and was posturing angrily, despite the way his hands were slightly trembling.
Murmurs came out around them from various concerned objects. There were various people trickling down from the basement, clearly confused by the fog. No one could seem to make heads or tails of what was going on.
Ambrosia was wide eyed and starting to get their hackles raised, “what is going on?!”
They pushed away from Spade, standing between them and Cam, “you’re being incredibly rude! I’m more than happy to spend time with you or strip down if that’s what you want, but being threatening is a sure fire way for me to not want to do it!”
They bared their teeth slightly, noticeably less shaky than Cam, but that’s because they were defending.
Cam worriedly wrapped his arms around Ambrosia’s shoulders pulling them closer to protect them. He was clearly on edge, but was clearly choosing to put that fear aside in the moment. Cam wasn’t one to usually make a fuss, but was clearly standing up this time because it was Ambrosia. And that mattered!
Volt and Eddie rushed downstairs hearing Ambrosia’s raised voice, Volt jumping between a couple appliances briefly while saying quick ‘excuse me’s Volt ended up in the entry way to the kitchen, a bit behind Barry, his skin starting to go a bit blue from his noticeable anger.
“What is your major malfunction, Spade?!” There was a faint crackling in the air accompanied by the faint smell of ozone.
Ambrosia looked over everyone in the immediate area, taking stock of emotions, Eddie rushing behind Volt, Barry trying to speak up while grabbing Spade’s arm, Spade front and center, Cam behind them-
Daisuke shouted and drew attention towards the laundry room, “Stop! Some of us are fragile, my dishwater friends have done no wrong, and Ambrosia should be talked to kindly. You will break something at this rate.” He sounded breathless and well quite angry, face flushed
Ambrosia was starting to get stressed and Barry spoke up quickly “it’s- it’s my fault! I’m so sorry!”
Ambrosia and most everyone else’s gaze flicked to Barry whose lower lip was trembling and he looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“I-I just mentioned I did your makeup!” He said, voice cracking, big tears causing his mascara to run, creating black tear trails.
While everyone else looked even more confused, Ambrosia closed their eyes took a long steady breath, gently squeezed Cam’s hand and then stormed to the sink, asking River for some water and then angrily washing their hands, pulling off their top angrily as they moved, tossing it to the ground.
The human didn’t speak, just took off their top to reveal mostly clear skin, some faint scars, Ambrosia didn’t say a word, instead angrily focused on forcing their bruised hand to work in tandem to wash away makeup covering up several hickeys, and a few light red marks, they looked worse than a sunburn, still a mild burn but clearly red and a bit irritated. They were making a trail down over their hip, little love marks it seemed.
Ambrosia glared up at Spade, actually looking vaguely angry, a very uncommon emotion for them to show, “are you satisfied?” It was hissed a little.
Volt was starting to turn back to normal colors sounding horribly worried, “Live Wire?”
Ambrosia angrily took a steadying breath, “do you want me to drop my pants too?”
She bared her teeth a little, posturing more than anything, standing such that if Spade lashed out none of the fragile objects would be harmed.
Everyone was thoroughly distracted from Hector by all this who was working on unscrewing the vent covers to the bathroom vent to get there quickly. His whole body was flushed practically and he couldn’t manage to regulate his temperature, not at all. And upon hearing Ambrosia getting angry, he dropped the screws into the currently uninhabited toilet, as Jean Loo was also gawking.
Johnny Splash jumped looking up and his jaw dropped, before he could speak, Hector shushed him, and moved to keep undoing screws.
[Jekyll yelps and grips at his hair before he starts pacing around the attic like an animal trapped in a cage. He's hyperventilating and crying as he panics. He does want anyone to get hurt. Especially not Hector or Ambrosia. He's pacing in circles while muttering and whining to himself. Most of it is unintelligible nonsense, but what can be heard is Jekyll degrading himself and agreeing with whatever, most likely the bugs, is telling him.]
[From time to time he'll go back to Dorian just to try and scratch a hole into the door, or bite at the door frame. Other than that he's pacing and crying and blaming himself for what's happening... For not doing enough... For not being able to help... It just gets worse from there.]
(Sorry for belated CW addition. CW: Panic attack descriptions and mild injury.)
Dorian seems increasingly stressed by Jekyll’s reaction, and though he can tell things are only heating up thanks to Front Dorian’s vantage point he kneels down, stayed shut tightly, but talking to the panicking fellow object, “it’s alright out there.”
“They’re handling it, and if anything goes haywire, I’ll keep ‘em safe.” He said trying to be reassuring, “nobody is getting hurt on my watch, besides Celia is heading down to deal with it too.”
He held out a hand, “don’t think you’ve done nothin’ wrong.” He said a faint smile. Of course it was hypocritical given that he could hardly breathe from crushing guilt over the state of what was happening.
He started to develop faint scratch marks the more Jekyll scratched at him, but didn’t complain, though he did wince at least once at a poorly placed bite.
[Jekyll yelps and whimpers when he's grabbed and shaken by Hector. Has he ever seen this man be this aggressive in all of his decades in this house? No, never. He's absolutely terrified. When Hector leaves Jekyll immediately bolts towards the attic door and tries to break it down so he can get out.]
"Fuck, fuck! Let me out!" [He whines and starts scratching at the wood like a panicked animal. He's shaking at this point and his brain is on autopilot as the adrenaline rushes through his veins. He wants to help, he wants out.]
Dorian appears, crossing his arms as he picks up Jekyll and sets them down away from the door, "easy there champ! It's for everyone's safety, we're in lock down, everyone's staying in their assigned rooms, and everyone out there can deal with Front Dorian."
Dorian crosses his arms, "no one goes into the fray, until this messy behavior stops. You're not getting hurt cause I can't do my job."
Every door was shut tight and locked, leaving the objects outside of those areas in a bit of a confused pickle.
Dorian blows a whistle at Eddie as he tries to head back into the bar, "what do you have to say for yourself?"
Eddie sighed heavily, "... I have a bar to care for-"
Dorian didn't move, speaking sternly, "if you and Volt go back in, then I will happily let you retreat."
Eddie sighed, knowing a lost battle when he heard one, and moved, heading to join Volt.
[Jekyll flinches when hearing Hector become panicked. Did he fuck up again? But, when Hector stays he relaxes a bit. The floor becomes quite interesting all of a sudden to him with how he stares at the old boards underneath him.]
"Even with all of that y-you know he'll still adore you... H-he still talks to everyone in the house even if they hurt him." [He picks at his hands when bringing that up. He doesn't like how defensive he got over his bugs when talking with Ambrosia.]
"You're his f-favorite. He talks to you more than an-anyone else in this house." [He looks back up at Hector and pouts a bit before mumbling,]
"Y-you should let him love all of you... Let him love th-the parts of you that y-you can't love yourself..."
(CW: References to Past and Present Injuries)
Hector looks down, approaching the grate a bit more, "H-how can you be so sure-"
He pauses, grip on the grates tightening, the sound of metal straining rings in the room. "Hurt him? You mean- Has someone been hurting Ambrosia?!"
There's the sound of steam hissing around the house, grates straining, and Hector sounds enraged. "Who would dare do such a thing?!"
(Hector Attic Apperance Spoilers Below)
Hector has to press a hand to the vent and got flustered, huffing and puffing as he started to curse and move towards the main unit, bursting out of the unit to carefully, but firmly grab Jekyll's shoulders.
"What has been happening!?" He practically begs for the answer.
Jekyll's words fell on deaf ears, any other reply couldn't be fathomed, lost in the thought of Ambrosia being harmed.
He jolted as loud thudding went down the stairs, he grit his teeth and released Jekyll, Ambrosia was downstairs, and- He slammed his way back into the vents, moving rapidly towards the kitchen where Spade was also heading.
He knew he wasn't ready, but he had to press out of the vents when he got there. He grabbed his emergency screwdriver.
Instinct drove Hector towards the kitchen more than anything else.
{Spade initial panic was eased slightly when Barry mentioned the damage she caused was only some possible bruising (not that she wasn’t still feeling horrible about it.)}
{Taking a deep breath Spades tail swished nervously as they paced trying to stay calm}
“So she’s alright good good thats great.”
“Ah great theres burns as well- THERES BURNS AS WELL?!?!”
{Buuuuut when a certain mirror mentioned burns???. . . Spade head snapped around pure rage across her expression. That was it, that was the last straw, before either Barry or Amir could protest Spade was storming out of the bathroom fully intent on finding out just how many people she was about to throw hands with.}
-🃏
(CW: Mentions of past and present injuries)
Barry sighed in relief, whirling to look back at Spade as Amir was gripping Barry's hand, mere inches from marking his face with a black lipstick. One that Ambrosia didn't even use any more!
Barry's voice was relieved too, despite his active dispute with Amir, "Yes they're alright! I'm so glad I could help reassure you... Unlike some people!"
Of course that gave Barry the upper hand enough to inch closer when Amir scoffed. This upper hand was shattered by Spade processing what exactly Amir had just said. Barry dropped the lipstick, quickly getting pushed away from the mirror as Amir turned around to ignore him with a huff.
Barry scrambled to try and grab onto the back of Spade's clothes, "Oh no! No no no! Not currently! They're fine right now, I took care of it earlier this week- Please can we all just-"
Barry squeaked as he was partially dragged by his grip on Spade, "Talk it out!"
Ambrosia's voice carried from the kitchen, a loud burp being followed by amused giggling indicated it was Cam who they were speaking with at that moment. Though murmurs throughout the house started spreading as Barry dragged by Spade moved towards that direction.
People awkwardly left the Breaker Box to investigate the commotion, followed by a flustered and confused Volt, and a bemused and tired Eddie. Various murmurs followed as people watched Spade storm downstairs. Volt tilted his head and called out after people, "should I be worried about a power surge?" He sounded amused, but mostly concerned under it all.
The noise was disrupting most people, and Hector blinked from where he was, startling out of his conversation, "It... sounds like a commotion out there?"
[Jekyll just listens to Hector talk. He's not the best with words most of the time... Mainly because of his speech issues, but his hearing isn't the worst at least. He presses his forehead against the HVAC unit and follows Hector's movements to the attic vent. When he looks up he gives Hector a silent nod at his question.]
"Y-yeah... You're like an open book..." [He glances down at his hands as he picks at his claws. Talking like this is new to him, but he wants to at least try to help.] "Though... If it helps, it probably doesn't but, I don't think you l-look that bad." [He glances up at the vent again and then back at his boots. His tail curls around himself a bit to try and soothe his nerves.]
"I um... I have snuck glances at you anytime y-you do come out of your vents... I can s-say you look better than me at least." [He laughs a bit while gesturing to his missing eye in particular. With a huff he lays down on the floor to get a bit comfier even if there's basically no difference.]
"Ambrosia will adore you... If she can like me with how I am then she can love you more than you can believe."
Hector stills and runs his hands over his face, cursing softly under his breath as he wiped the tears from his eyes as best he can. He blows away some dust and sneezes briefly. He looks down at Jekyll and then tenses, retreating instictively at the mention of being seen, his hands shaking nervously, another wave of panic rising in his chest.
"I-I didn't know anyone was watch-watching me-" He sounds nervous, voice cracking slightly and he has to press his forehead to the dusty vent bottom.
Hector whines softly, voice soft when he speaks, "It is not mere looks that make me undesirable... but you are kind to say that they are not so repulsive as they feel, my looks that is." He trails off, a sneeze escaping him after he sniffles, thanks in no small part to the dust from this neglected vent.
Hector stays silent at what Jeykll says, his voice feather soft again, as he faintly mumbles almost-
"But I have lied for that love... Surely that he cannot forgive."
