Feeling a little evil, angsty, and kind of inspired by this post.
Lilia Vanrouge + Memory loss + Diasomnia and you.
Lilia, who due to old age, starts to lose his memory.
Malleus: Lilia would walk around looking for Malleus and calling his name. Malleus would go to him each time. When his memory gets worse, he would mention a egg. How he wants to protect it.
He needed to hatch it. Malleus would hold his hand and tell him, he did. He did so much more than just that egg. He brought more joy and love than anyone can imagine to that egg. Lilia would smile serenely at him and rest against his shoulder, humming a lullaby.
Silver: He would catch Lilia restless at times. As if looking for something. When Silver asks him what he’s looking for. Lilia would say he’s looking for a baby. The babe was just there a few minutes ago and he can’t find him. Silver reassure him that the baby was fine.
He was with some family friends. Lilia looks so relieved that tears would come to Silver’s eyes. His father loved him so even now. Silver would ask if his father would like to play some video games with him.
Sebek: Lilia would tease Sebek, something that never really changes. Lilia would recount stories of the little young and loud boy to Sebek, as if he wasn’t sitting in front of him. At times, though, Lilia would tell him how similar he looks to Baul and how it’s amazing for there to be a half-fae and half human now. Sebek would proudly claim his heritage, smile wobbling at how happy that made Lilia.
You: Lilia had once said that long goodbyes are painful. Looking at him now, those words rang true, but even so; you made a vow to him. To love him in sickness and in health. Eternally. You love him and that would never change.
Lilia would tell you stories. Stories about how he fell in love. How he didn’t think he would ever love romantically. But he did. He fell hard. He’s so lucky to have married them. They brightened his world just like his boys have.
He wishes they knew that too. You would clasp his hand in yours. Telling him without a doubt. They always will love him no matter what. Lilia would cup your cheeks and whispers “I love you.” during those moments as if it was the day of your vows.
….the angst thoughts won this time 😔💔 blame the hormones 😭😔 yes, I’m sad too thinking about this 😭😭💔💔
On a positive note, bats tend to have good long term memory. So, I hope that comforts you a bit 💞💞🙏🙏
Bats do lose their hearing over time as a normal aging process like humans do too…which gives me many many thoughts 👀✍️
if one more of y’all sends me an angsty ask about Alfred forgetting stuff/having dementia and mistaking Bruce for Thomas, I’m going to fucking lose it 😭😭😭 any time Alfred accidentally confuses himself and calls Bruce “Thomas” in a fic I have to chuck my phone across the room and lay down on the floor for at least ten minutes.
You wake up in a plain, square room. There’s one bed, which you’re laying on, bolted to the wall, with a mattress but no blanket, sheets, or pillow.
There’s one lumpy grey beanbag sitting on a soft foam mat on the floor, and several boxes of jigsaw puzzles and a few packs of cards that can be played by oneself. There’s no windows.
You try to stand, but the moment you swing your legs out over the bed, a wave of dizziness crashes over you, and your arm is throbbing. Glancing down, you see an IV taped to the crook of your left forearm, connecting to a drip line hung up on a stand with little wheels on the bottom so it can be moved across the cold linoleum floor.
You look around blearily, shivering. You’re wearing plain grey clothes— sweatpants and a thin hoodie. Neither have strings, but they fit you well. You can’t remember how you came to be here, or why you’re beginning to feel a persistent sensation of wrongness.
With much difficulty, you manage to stumble to the door, tugging your IV stand behind you. There’s no doorknob on your side, only smooth metal that refuses to push open. There’s a slot in the center, like a strange doggy-door, but it doesn’t open, either.
“Where am I?” you rasp out to empty air.
A speaker crackles from where it’s set into the wall to your right. “Please remain calm. You are in a safe and undisclosed location.”
The voice is like somebody reading from an index card in front of a classroom. Neither kind nor unkind, neither slow nor fast. Blunt pronunciation and careful punctuation.
“Where am I?” you ask again, limping over to the speaker. You’ve just noticed the security cameras in all four corners. The downy-soft hairs on the back of your neck rise. Your skin is crawling from the inside-out. “I can’t remember how I got here.”
“All you need to know is that you will be cared for,” the voice replies. “You will be fed in roughly another 2.3 hours. We must work on getting you accustomed to your new schedule.”
“Schedule?” You stumble around the room some more, pawing at the wall for stability. Your entire body feels like one big bruise, but you don’t have a single mark on you, except for a metal band on your wrist that has a tiny green dot of a light on it. It won’t come up, no matter how hard you pull.
The room feels claustrophobic. It’s Spartan, under-furnished. The walls display nothing but a yucky off-white. The floor is hard and has a strange grey pattern that makes your head spin. You notice that you’re wearing grippy socks.
“I’m thirsty,” you mumble, and it’s true. Your throat is like sandpaper. Your tongue is thick in your mouth.
The voice on the other end of the speaker hums. “I suppose that you are. You’ve been kept in an induced coma for nearly fourteen days now. But nevertheless, you must become used to the schedule. You will wait the approximate 2.3 hours. Ah, now’s it’s 2.2. Lucky you.”
You don’t understand any of this. You clutch at your head, a persistent throbbing set deep behind your eyes, and you manage to make it back to the bed before you collapse.
As you lay there, you’re neither asleep nor awake. Whatever is in the IV is making you shaky and exhausted, like you’ve had too much coffee after too little sleep. You roll over onto your side, and catch sight of a small en-suite bathroom that holds a metal toilet, one spotless sink, and a small trim separating an open shower that is really just white tile under a stainless steel showerhead. There’s one bottle of unmarked shampoo and one bottle of unmarked conditioner, as well as a bar of soap with no label stamp. There’s no cabinet or mirror. No shelving. There’s soap on the sink, too, and a towel, and the threshold of the bathroom itself is completely empty, no door or even hinges where a door would go. Another security camera blinks down from above.
Feeling ill and more confused than ever, you reflect on the odd fact that you seem to harbor no fear despite your current situation. You’re alone and trapped, but like the voice over the speaker said, you feel completely safe. Almost secure, in a way.
Why are you here? You try to recall anything at all, but draw a blank. Your own name has escaped your memory. All you know is that someone, someones, have placed you here for safekeeping.
There’s a flash in your head. Men, your friends. Not your brothers, but as close to it as is possible. Or more than that? Different than that?
There were three, no, four of them. One led. One followed. And another two were always together. There was a boonie hat, a baseball cap, a mowhawk, and a skull. Which was which? To whom did the fragments belong to?
You shudder and cover your face. Remembering makes your head pain you progressively worse.
Perhaps you’ll learn something more in what will now be about 2 hours.
Summary: Request: @celiacallsitcausal jess was at a field trip once school started and she had a mini seizure but when they transferred her she had a 5+ minute seizure one and it causes some weakness and pain and she gets upset and pushes robby away?
A/N: I wanted to try and use the memory loss aspect of status epilepticus in this one, so that's where I focused. I wanted to push Jess and Jack's relationship to it's limits too.
There is nothing more taxing or difficult, mentally or emotionally, than a field trip to the zoo with 20 12-year-olds. Or at least that’s what Jess thought. In all reality she had a pretty good class and they weren’t too unruly. But it still felt like wrangling cats.
“Alright, class! Listen up, let’s make sure we have our trip buddy and a map. Raise hands when we have both.” She instructed the class. All hands shot up in the air.
“Good. Now, we’re going to stay together as a group and no one is going to run off. If you do, I’m throwing you to the lions.” She smirked. The kids giggled along.
“I usually go for the bears, personally.” Emily, Jess’s teacher’s aide, smiled.
“Miss Emily has my permission to throw you to the bears. So, let’s stay on our toes and…”
“DON’T BE DUMB!” The kids shouted.
“Okay, let’s go!” Jess chuckled as she led the kids into the zoo.
Jess liked watching the kids get excited. Too often, she would look at them in lessons and they would be drooling with boredom. She did her best to keep it interesting, but when you’re forced to read a book you have no interest in, little can make it exciting.
The kids ran from one exhibit to another, pointing out the animals for their friends. She had made a rule that everyone had to read the plaques with the information on it. Determined to get them to learn something.
“Going well so far.” Jess nodded as the kids watched the hippos swim.
“Don’t jinx it! Now all hell will break loose.” Emily chuckled.
“Oh, don’t tell me you're superstitious. I get enough of that from my husband.” Jess shook her head.
“Your husband sounds like a smart man.” Emily gave a curt nod as she crossed her arms.
“Eh, he’s got his moments.” Jess smiled as she walked over to the kids.
“Mrs. R! Betty should see the hippos!” One of the kids yelled.
“Let’s see what they think of each other.” Jess brought Betty up to the glass and had her sit up on the ledge. “What’d you think?” Jess pointed to the hippos. Betty watched as they swam, her ears perking up and head tilting.
“Alright, on to the next exhibit!” Emily ushered the kids forward.
“Mrs. R, do you need anything?” Harrison walked next to Jess.
“I’m okay, why do you ask?” Jess looked at him, confused. It wasn’t uncommon for Harrison to check in with her. He had seen her in the hospital a few times before he joined her class.
“My mom said that big events can make people with ep-epillsy have seizures.” He shrugged, his hands in his pockets.
“It can. But you don’t need to worry about that. It’s Betty’s job. I’m okay, thank you for checking.” Jess ruffled his hair and pushed him to join the group.
They had made it to lunch, the hardest part of the field trip. Jess hated the chaos of it. Everyone had to be fed in a timely manner and something was always wrong. She always made sure to get donuts for the lunch staff the next day.
“Finally, have them all taken care of.” Jess sighed as she sat in the plastic chair, her own sandwich in hand.
“They act like they’ve never fed themselves, only on field trips. What is that?” Emilly chuckled.
“They regress with excitement.” Jess hummed through a mouthful of food.
As the kids finished up eating, they started playing on the playground next to the zoo canteen. They screamed and giggled, jumped off things they shouldn’t. Jess and Emily did their best to corral them back into some state of obedience. Jess felt herself getting flustered.
They were heading toward the next exhibit when Jess felt it start. The tickle at the edge of her consciousness. Betty whined, pawing at her and bumping her nose into her thigh three times.
“Crap. Okay, Betty.” Jess took a shaky breath. She dug through her bag and pulled her midazolam out, and sprayed it up her nose.
“Mrs. R, are you okay?” One of her kids asked.
“I might have a seizure in a minute. You remember what to do, right?” She asked. The kid's eyes went wide, but they nodded.
“Should I find Miss Emily?” The child asked. Jess looked around and realized Emily was nowhere in sight. She had no idea where the woman had gone.
“Class! Listen carefully.” Her head was swimming. “I’m going to have a seizure in a minute. You know what to do. Chris, you and Katy go back to the canteen and find an adult, preferably Miss Emily.” Jess was starting to panic. She was furious with the woman; the whole reason she was here was for this exact situation.
The kids nodded as they ran off. Jess sat on the ground, her class following suit. Betty climbed on top of Jess as her body started to convulse.
Harrison got up and went over to her.
“Harrison, we’re not supposed to touch her!”
“Shut up, Grace! She’s going to hurt her head!” He shot back as he put his sweater under her head.
“It’s really scary.” One of the girls said.
“Her brain is just glitching,” Harrison said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.
“There wasn’t anyone at the lunch place! I don’t know where Miss Emily is!” Chris panted as he and Katy came running up. “Should we go back to the front?”
“I guess so. Run to the ticket booth and get someone.” Harrison said, his eyes wide as everyone looked at him.
“Okay!” The two ran off.
Harrison watched as the minutes flew past four minutes. He remembered his mom telling him that it was bad if the seizures were longer than four minutes.
“I think I should call the ambulance.” He said.
“Yeah, call them! Please!” One girl cried. Harrison dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“My teacher is having a seizure. We’re at the zoo, and my friends are trying to find an adult. Her seizure is longer than four minutes.”
“Okay, can you tell me your name?”
“Harrison Ashcroft. My teacher’s name is Jess Robinavitch.”
“Okay, Harrison. Do you know if your teacher took any medicine before she started shaking?”
“I don’t know. You need to send the ambulance! Please!” He shouted, frustrated with the dispatcher.
“I am. I have someone heading to you. They’ll be there in a few minutes. Is your teacher safe? Has she got any injuries?”
“No. I put my sweater under her head and Betty is keeping her from moving too much.”
“That was very smart. Is Betty your classmate?”
“No, it’s Mrs. R’s service dog.”
“Harrison, the paramedics are arriving at the front of the zoo. They’ll be with you in a little bit.”
“She’s still shaking, she’s supposed to stop by now.”
“I know it’s scary, but you’re doing everything right.”
“Is she going to be okay?”
“We’re going to do everything to help her.”
“I think I see them.” Harrison saw the paramedics running toward them with a gurney. Chris and Katy were next to them.
“Oh my god!” Emily came around the corner.
“Where were you!?” Harrison hissed.
“I’m so sorry, class. I just needed the bathroom.” Emily stumbled over.
“Alright, everyone, just give us some room.” The medic came running up and started working on Jess. Harrison stood close by.
“Class, come over here.” Emily beckoned them away. They all gathered around Emily.
“Okay, we’re taking her to the hospital. Your teacher is okay.” The medic gave them a forced smile.
“I’m going with!” Harrison said.
“Harrison-”
“She needs someone with her and you can’t leave the class.” He stated, turning to the medic. “My mom works with Mrs. R’s husband at PTMC. Can we go there?”
“Yeah, that’s where we were headed. You’re McKay’s kid, right?”
“Yeah, that’s my mom.”
“We can take him. It might be good for a familiar face to be there if she wakes up.” The medic said.
“Okay. I’ll try and call your mother.” Emily sighed.
Harrison ran after the medics as they made their way to the ambulance. He watched as they loaded Jess into the back. He had never seen her look so vulnerable. It made his stomach upset. The medic helped him into the back.
“You did great today, Kid. Your teacher is alive because of you.” The medic smiled.
“My mom taught me some stuff.” Harrison shrugged. He reached over and held Jess’s hand. Betty leaned over and licked his hand. “Must be scary for you, too.” He scratched her head. He knew he wasn’t supposed to touch her without permission, but he thought Jess would be okay with it just once.
“Okay, Kid. Hop out for me.” The ambulance had pulled up to PTMC. The medic helped him down and they unloaded Jess. They went running into the building, Harrison ran next to her, holding her hand still.
“Oh shit. Someone grab Robby!” Dana called as she saw them come in. “Mohan, take her,” Dana instructed. Samira ran over and got the rundown from the medics.
“Harrison?” His mother’s worried voice pulled his focus.
“Mom, Mrs. R, had a seizure. It was long and I called the ambulance and they let me stay to help her.” He said as his mom ran up to him.
“Oh, buddy. You did great, I’m so proud of you.” She kissed his head. They started wheeling Jess to the trauma bay, and Harrison followed along. Hand firmly in hers.
“I’m staying until Robby is here,” Harrison said.
“I don’t know, Bud. They need-”
“She might be scared if she wakes up alone. I’m staying.” He didn’t turn around, just followed into the bay.
“You stand by her head, okay?” McKay instructed as they started working on Jess. Harrison stood where he was told. He started scratching her head like his mom did when he had nightmares.
“You’ll be okay Mrs. R. Everyone is going to help you.” He whispered to her. McKay felt her chest tighten, whether with pride or fear that his heart might be broken, she couldn’t tell.
“Jess!?” Robby came barreling in.
“Status Epilepticus. Unsure how long exactly. Versed was given in the field and stopped the seizure activity. Airway was established in the field as well. We’re sending her to CT for an initial brain scan. We’ve pulled blood to run as well.” Dr. Mohan listed off.
Robby ran over to Jess and ran his finger through her hair. He barely noticed Harrison standing next to her.
“It was seven minutes and twenty-three seconds,” Harrison spoke up.
“What?” Robby looked at him, confused by his presence.
“My mom said it was important to know how long seizures were. I timed it. Seven minutes and twenty-three seconds.” Harrison shrugged.
“Good job, buddy. That was very smart.” McKay nodded. “Dr. Robby is here, will you go sit with Dana for me?”
“I guess.” He sighed, hesitant to leave his teacher.
“I promise to update you later.” McKay she said over her shoulder.
Robby felt his knees shake. This was the longest seizure she’d had. He knew there would be lasting complications. He just hoped she’d come back to him. He helped Betty off the gurney as they took her to CT. Jess didn’t like the dogs being exposed to radiation; he always took them when she got imaging done.
Harrison was sitting at one of the chairs at the desk next to Dana. He was swiveling the chair back and forth, drawing on some scrap paper. McKay came over and wrapped him in a tight hug.
“I’m so proud of you.” She kissed his cheek.
“Stop.” Harrison giggled.
“I called Grandpa to come get you. He should be here in twenty minutes.” She said, brushing his hair from his face.
“Okay, sure.” He shrugged.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know. Don’t want to leave Mrs. R.” He shrugged. He looked up to see Robby leaving the trauma bay, his gaze distant, but the boy didn’t know better. “Dr. Robby!” He ran up to him.
“Hey, kid.” Robby cleared his throat.
“Is Mrs. R going to be okay?” He looked up at him with such innocence. It was killing Robby.
“Harrison! Leave Robby alone.” McKay ran up to him, taking his hand to pull him away.
“It’s okay.” Robby waved her off. “Um, I don’t know. I hope she’ll be okay.” Robby forced a smile.
“I wish I could’ve helped more.” Harrison shrugged.
“Oh, buddy. You did everything you were supposed to. You saved her life, Harrison. It was probably scary, but you didn’t let your fear distract you. That’s not easy.” Robby put his hand on his shoulder.
“I saved her life?”
“Yes. You did.” Robby smiled. “Can you do me a favor? Can you take Betty and sit with her in the break room? She doesn’t like the noise in here.”
“Yeah, I can sit with her.” Harrison smiled as he took the leash and walked the dog to the break room.
“You got a good kid, McKay.” Robby nodded as he walked off. He collapsed into the chair next to Dana.
“It’s been a while since she’s had one. You think a field trip was enough to set it off?” Dana looked at him over the rim of her glasses.
“I guess so.” Robby ran his hands down his face. “I can never get used to seeing a tube down her throat.” He sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“Yeah.” Dana gave his shoulder a pat. “She’s going to come out of it.”
“Maybe. It’s never been this long. I’ll be okay if she can at least remember me.” He cleared his throat, willing the emotions away.
“She always does.” Dana did her best to console him. Robby hoisted himself out of the chair and went to the break room.
Harrison was sitting on the floor with Betty lying across his lap. Someone had gotten him a juice box at some point, but it was forgotten on the table.
“Can I sit with you?” Robby asked. Harrison startled at his voice, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Yeah. If you want to.” The boy shrugged, his fingers twirling Betty’s red hair. Robby fumbled down next to them. Betty lifted her head and put it on Robby’s leg.
“She gets worried when Jess doesn’t feel well.” Robby hummed as he scratched the dog’s head.
“But it’s her job to take care of her.” Harrison looked confused.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean it’s not scary.”
“Are you scared at work?”
“All the time. It comes with jobs like this. Betty and I, we have pretty similar jobs.” Robby sighed.
“I guess, I never thought about that.”
“Are you okay? It’s not easy to see her like that.” Robby turned to face the boy more directly.
“I’m okay.” Harrison crossed his arms as if trying to make himself look tougher.
“It’s normal not to be okay.”
“Are you okay?” Harrison’s face broke something in Robby. Forced him to look at his emotions head-on.
“I don’t feel okay right now. No.” Robby’s breath stuttered.
“Are you scared?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“What are you scared of?” Harrison moved to face Robby, crossing his legs over each other. He was relieved to have an adult not sugarcoat things; he wanted honesty.
“I’m scared every time she has a seizure. I’m scared that she’s in pain. I’m scared that she’ll wake up and there will be permanent damage. I’m scared she won’t remember me. I’m scared she won’t wake up.” The words tumbled out of his mouth. He had no control of them.
“What would you do if she didn’t wake up?”
“I…I don’t know. I don’t like to think about it.” Robby rubbed his eyes as they watered. Neither heard the door open nor noticed Harrison’s grandfather in the doorway.
“Would you get a new wife?”
“No.” Robby had known his answer to that question for years.
“Why?”
“You’ll understand when you get older. But once you find the right person, you know that there isn’t anyone who can make your life complete like them. Jess is the only person I want to be married to.” Robby took a deep breath.
“Harrison, you ready to go?” Grandpa McKay’s voice startled both Robby and Harrison.
“Hi, Grandpa.” Harrison waved.
“Why don’t we leave them be?”
“He’s fine.” Robby smiled. “You go with your grandpa. Thank you for saving Jess.” Robby gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“I was really scared. But I just thought about how everyone else was too and no one else could do anything. I wanted her to be okay more than I was scared, I guess.” Harrison stood up, shrugging.
“You’re very brave. I’m sorry you had to find that out today.” Robby nodded.
“I want to be like you and my mom one day. I have to be brave like you guys are.” Harrison smiled and wrapped his arms around his grandpa. Only Grandpa McKay saw the fear and regret flash across Robby’s face.
“You go say goodbye to your mom. I’ll be right there.” Grandpa McKay ushered the boy off. He walked over to Robby and put his hand on his shoulder.
“It doesn’t get easier. Seeing them sick, in the hospital. But it makes you appreciate the time you have with them, doing the mundane shit.” The old man said.
“I try to appreciate it.” Robby nodded.
“My first wife died. She had cancer. I know that feeling you got right now, like you swallowed a bunch of hot rocks. Like if someone looks at you wrong, you’ll break into a million pieces. Just hold her, while you can. It’s all you can do.” He patted his shoulder and walked off.
Robby peeled himself off the floor, taking Betty with him back to the hub. The world didn’t stop turning, not even for Michael Robinavitch. Not even for Jess Robinavitch.
“Dr. Robby, Jess is back from CT. We have her room 3.” Dr. Mohan said. “The blood work came back, her CK levels were elevated. She’s probably going to have some muscle damage. CT came back clean, no bleeds or lesions.”
“Okay, thank you.” Robby rubbed his eyes in frustration.
“She started waking up, she’s post-ictal. She was confused, not making sense. She fell back asleep pretty quickly.” Samira gave him a empathetic smile, thin and not much comfort, but the best she could muster.
“I’m going to sit with her. Come get me if you need me.” Robby walked off.
“I wish I was better at comforting him during this stuff.” Samira sighed.
“Don’t beat yourself up, kid. No one can. I’ve tried, Jack has too. There is no comfort when your wife is constantly in danger.” Dana pulled her in for a quick hug. “It’s the thought that counts.”
Robby walked into the room, Jess was asleep, the tube out of her mouth. He gave Betty the command to jump on the bed. He sat next to her, holding her hand.
“Just going to hold you while I can.” He murmured to himself. He moved to massage her calves, she always complained about them being sore after seizures. He did everything he could to ease the pain for her.
“Mmmm…what’re you doing?” Jess mumbled, her speech slurred.
“Just trying to relax your muscles. Can you tell me your name?” Robby moved to hold her face.
“Jess.” She groaned.
“Do you know where you are?”
“I…I don’t…Wh-where am I!?” She started looking around, panicked.
“You’re okay, you’re in the hospital. You’re in PTMC.” He squeezed her hand to try and ground her.
“Want to go home!” She cried.
“I know, Love. I know.” He sighed. He didn’t want to ask the question that he needed to. He was afraid of the answer. “Jess, can you tell me who I am?”
She looked up at him, a distance in her gaze that sent a chill up Robby’s spine. She looked him up and down, examining his hand in hers. She squeezed it tight.
“I-I…I don’t know…I do…I can’t…” She could almost see it, the answer. She knew him, she knew she did. Something was keeping the answer from him.
It felt like a bullet to the chest. Robby felt his knees shake, he fell into the chair. He forced a smile.
“It’s okay. You’re okay.” He said, trying to keep it together. “It’s Mikey. You know me. You’ll remember.” He assured her.
“I’m tired.” She whined.
“You rest. Betty is here,” He guided her hands to the dog on her lap. “She’s going to watch you. I’ll give you some space.” Robby watched as she tried to remember Betty. She stroked her fur, her brow furrowed in concentration, willing anything to come forward. He left the room as quickly as his feet would carry him.
“Dr. Robby-” Whitaker came up to him.
“Find someone else!” He snapped as he rushed out to the ambulance bay. Dana and Samira watched him run past.
“Oh boy.” Dana sighed. Samira weighed her options, deciding to go after him. She found him leaning against a wall, turned away from the building.
“Is there anything I can do?” Her voice soft and gentle.
“No.” He snapped.
“I can’t imagine how hard it must be to see her like that.” Samira stood next to him, leaning on the wall.
“Dr. Mohan-”
“I mean, I can kind of guess. I’ve seen Jack when he has a flashback. When he can’t remember me.” She sighed. Robby looked over at her, confused and concerned.
“She’s never forgotten me before.” He sighed.
“It’s hard. It’s one of the most terrifying things to deal with. It makes you desperate.” She nodded.
“It’s her worst fear. It’s mine.” He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the day away.
“She’ll come back to you. There’s something deep down that brings them back.” Samira gave a confident nod.
“This isn’t a PTSD episode, Samira. You can’t promise that.” Robby’s voice came out with a sting.
“No. I suppose I can’t. But I feel it in my bones. She loves you so much, there’s no way she can’t remember that.” Samira smiled at him. She thought about putting a hand on his shoulder, but decided against it. She left him on his own in the ambulance bay.
Robby let himself cry. He let the pain and fear crawl up his throat and choke him. He felt like his world was being pulled from his frenzied grasp. He grasped at his chest, afraid it might burst open and his organs would fall at his feet.
He took a breath, filled his lungs as much as possible, exhaled, and went back into the hospital.
“Cap, you’re off the floor.” Dana said as he walked by.
“No, I’m fine.” Robby cleared his throat.
“First of all, you’re not. Second of all, Shen’s here. We don’t need you.” Dana crossed her arms.
“He’s in overtime.”
“Got Gloria to approve it. He wanted it. Go sit with your girl.” Dana said.
“Hey, Robby!” John came running over. “Just checked on Jess, she’s awake. She wasn’t making much sense. She kept asking for ‘that big guy with sad eyes.’ Figured she meant you.”
“Thanks, John. Sorry about making you cover again.” Robby sighed.
“No, big deal. I’m saving up for a trip to Vegas with the boys soon. I can use the extra cash.” John smiled as he walked off.
Robby walked into Jess’s room. She was lying down, her hand twirling Betty’s hair. The dog looked up and wagged her tail. He walked over and pulled the stool closer to the bed.
“Hi.” He smiled. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay. Better.” Jess smiled, it didn’t meet her eyes.
“Any pain?”
“Not really. Can’t really move my right leg.” She sighed.
“Okay. We can work with that.” Robby nodded.
“I know that I know you. I just don’t…I can’t put things together. It’s like…all the pieces are scattered but I can’t tell what’s a corner piece and it’s a rainbow but I’m colorblind.” Her voice quaked.
“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. I’ll help you.” He put his hand over hers.
“Remind me. Remind me who you are.” Jess asked. Robby felt his throat constrict; the words felt like poison choking him.
“Well,” He gulped his emotions down, “My name is Michael, but you call me Mikey. You’re the only one who gets to do that. I’m your husband. We’ve been married for three years, together for four.” He smiled.
“Mikey…” She rolled the word around her mouth, feeling its familiarity.
“We met when you had a seizure and came in after hitting your head. We had our first date at a coffee shop. You asked way too many personal questions and ran circles around me. I walked you home, you pulled me by the collar and kissed me.” He smiled at the memory.
“Kissed on the first date.” She huffed.
“You teach middle school English. You love your kids, do everything to help them.”
“I teach Lord of the Flies.” She mumbled a flash of her life running through her mind.
“Yeah. You do.” Robby nodded, encouraged by her brief moment of clarity.
“You’re my husband.” Her brows furrowed like she could see the memories in the distance.
“Yes. I asked you on the balcony of The Kimpton hotel. We had a fancy dinner. I put a RingPop in a cake before showing you your real one.” He pointed to her finger.
Jess looked at the ring on her hand, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
“You broke your ankle.” She said, her body feeling the emotions her mind couldn’t understand.
“Yes, yeah. You remember?” Robby sat up straight.
“We were going to the bed, there was a lip. We fell.” She smiled.
“You made me go to the hospital, even though I didn’t want to.” Robby chuckled.
“Well, you wanted to have sex with a foot pointing at a right angle. I thought that was horrifying.” She laughed.
“You make me desperate. I don’t know what you want from me.” He smiled.
“Some semblance of rationality.” She quipped.
“Don’t be so attractive I lose all rationality. It’s really not my fault.” Robby countered.
“I guess it’s a compliment that you lose all brain function when you see me.” She smiled.
“Only you.” He held her hand in his.
She looked up at him, his brown eyes watching her. They were always there. Oh, she knew those brown eyes. It hit her hard and fast, all-consuming. Him.
“Robby. Fuck, Mikey, I remember. I’m sorry!” She sobbed. Robby was quick to wrap her up in his arms.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re back, that’s all that matters. Fuck, you scared the shit out me.” He buried his face in her hair.
“I felt so lost! God, it’s never been this bad!” She cried.
“I know. I’m sorry, Honey.” He brushed the hair from her face.
“I’m really fucking scared.” She sniffled.
“Me too. We’ll figure this out. I’m not losing you, never.” He kissed her cheek.
Robby woke up to Betty’s cold nose shoved into his cheek. He groaned as he pushed her off. He rolled over to look at Jess, counting her breaths as her chest rose and fell. He’d been doing that more often now. Satisfied, he moved Betty to the end of the bed and wrapped Jess in his arms, nuzzling into her hair.
“You're worse than the dog.” Jess grumbled.
“My nose isn’t cold and wet at least.” He hummed as he kissed her shoulder.
“Mmmhmm, if you wanted, it could be warm and wet.” She giggled.
“Oh yeah?” he chuckled.
“What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t make sure you had a nutritious breakfast?” She turned to face him, knowing his face was red. She laughed at his strawberry hue.
“How do you still make me blush like a teenager?” He groaned as he hid his face in the crook of her neck.
“You’re so sensitive.” She smiled.
“Ready for stretching?” He sat up.
“No.” Jess groaned.
“Come on. You won’t get better if you don’t do it.” Robby scolded.
“Only if you do it in just your boxers.”
“I’m not your pool boy.”
“Pretty much are.”
“As long as you don’t complain.”
“I always complain. It’s who I am.”
“Right, give me that leg.” Robby took her right ankle in his hand and started maneuvering it.
“I hate this.” Jess groaned.
“I know. But it’ll start getting easier.” Robby stretched and moved the leg.
“Haven’t had weakness like this since I was a teenager.” Jess sighed. Robby put her leg down.
“Maybe I should call and cancel lunch.” Robby said.
“No! If I don’t get out of this house, I am going to lose my mind.” Jess sat up.
“Okay, alright. Let’s get dressed then.” He kissed her and walked to the closet. Jess pulled her walker over and stood up. She made her way to the closet.
“Give me my green dress.”
“You think we should dress up?” Robby asked as he handed the garment to Jess.
“I think so. I think Jack finally grew some balls and asked Samira to marry him. I think we’re they’re test subjects.” Jess nodded.
“Why do you think he proposed?” Robby pulled on his dark jeans.
“He was asking me if she was more of a gold or silver person a while ago. He mentioned getting a reservation at the new French place before the field trip.” Jess shrugged.
“Why didn’t he ask me?”
“Do you know if Samira wears gold or silver jewelry?”
“I don’t know if I ever saw her wearing jewelry.”
“Exactly.” Jess chuckled as she pulled the dress over her head.
“Point taken.” Robby laughed. He pulled the dress down her body for her. He buttoned up his black shirt.
Jess was concentrating on doing up the buttons of her dress, her fingers not cooperating. Her hands were shaking with effort, her brows furrowed with frustration.
“Fuck!” She flopped down on the bed.
Robby walked over, kneeling in front of her. He let her cry as he did the buttons for her. He brushed up and down her arms before kissing her cheek.
“It’ll come back.” He said, knowing it was of little comfort.
“I feel so fucking useless.” She sighed, wiping the tears from her face.
“You’re not. You just need time and rest.” Robby tucked her hair behind her head.
“What if…this is permanent?” Her lip quivered.
“We’ll adapt.” He smiled. “Do you want me to fix your hair?” He stood going over to the vanity.
“Just brush it. I’m pulling the disabled and tired card today.” She sighed.
“As is your right.” Robby started brushing her hair.
The restaurant was lively. Jess hated how vulnerable she looked with her walker. Robby had tried and failed to get her to use her wheelchair. She had been determined to use what little she could of the leg.
“You look like shit.” Jess smirked as they walked up to Jack and Samira.
“Better than you.” He said as he got up to pull her chair out.
“Don’t get soft on me now. I can do it.” Jess hissed.
“Oh, please. Accept the damn help. If anyone here knows what being pitied feels like, it’s me.” He grumbled as he helped her sit down.
“Fair point, Peg Leg.” Jess huffed. She watched as he tried to hide a laugh.
“She is not at the nickname stage yet.” Robby warned Jack as he sat next to Jess.
“Heard. I have a list, when you’re ready.” Jack sipped his scotch.
The waiter came and took their orders, filling water glasses. Jess watched as Samira fidgeted and tried to act normal. She shot a knowing glance at Robby, who rolled his eyes.
“So, you going to tell us or what?” Jess sipped her water.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack cocked his head to the side, a sarcastic smirk on his face.
“Please. You never want to go out to nice places for lunch. You’d rather eat chicken fingers at a bowling alley. So, either Samira has you so whipped you’ll start dressing in clothes other than scrubs and old college t-shirts, or you two have something big going on.” Jess cocked her eyebrow.
“You think you’re so smart.” Jack mocked.
“I am smart, you’re easy to read.” Jess crossed her arms.
“Oh, just tell them!” Samira said, a smile tugging at her lips.
“I like messing with her. It's one of my few joys.” Jack sighed.
“Jack.” Samira shot him a look.
“I like watching you get put in your place. Good for you, Mohan.” Robby laughed.
“Right?” Jess smiled.
“You two are the worst.” Jack sighed. “Okay, so we officially told Gloria.” Jack shrugged.
“No way you brought us out for that.” Jess scoffed.
“Let me finish!” Jack rolled his eyes. “Because we’re getting married.” He said, smiling to Samira.
“Finally!” Jess threw her hands in the air. “Took you long enough!” Jess laughed.
“Good for you two.” Robby raised his glass.
“There’s more.” Samira nudged Jack, her cheeks going warm.
“No.” Jess gasped.
“What?” Robby looked at her, confused.
“The wedding will be soon, because Samira’s pregnant.” Jack’s face turned beet red as he smiled with pride.
“Wow.” Jess hummed.
“Congrats, brother! That’s great!” Robby jumped up and hugged him.
“You’ll do great.” Jess smiled at Samira.
“I hope so. You’ll be a great aunty.” She beamed. Jess couldn’t speak; her throat was tight.
“You’re quiet. Were you that surprised?” Jack laughed as he sat back down.
“Jack, easy.” Samira put a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m just dumbfounded you had it in you still, old man.” Jess cleared her throat.
They made polite chitchat, as polite as Jack and Jess could manage, while they waited for the food to arrive. Jess was grateful that Samira was a mind reader, that most women were. She didn’t think she could handle baby talk.
The plates were passed out, and the waiter was thanked; everyone started eating. Everyone except Jess. She stared down at the pasta and fork. The utensil seemed to mock her.
“Do you want help?” Robby leaned over so only Jess could hear.
“No.” She sighed. She knew Jack and Samira were trying to be polite and ignore her.
She fumbled with the fork, her hand shaking and her grip weak. She got the damn thing in her grasp and tried to use it, sending it clattering to the floor. It was loud and mortifying. No one in the restaurant noticed. But it felt like the most embarrassing thing to happen on the face of the earth to Jess.
“Fuck!” She hissed, her head falling into her hands.
“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Robby said as he picked it up.
“Jess, you’re fine. I couldn’t even bend down to pick that fucking thing up if I wanted to.” Jack said.
“You can still get away with some sense of normalcy, not quite the same, is it!?” Jess snapped.
“True. But I didn’t for a long time. I fell on my ass a lot. I know that embarrassment. It hurts like a motherfucker.” Jack sighed.
“It’s not the same. You got a prosthetic. You get to pretend. I don’t get to pretend. You lost your leg, that sucks! I can’t use my hands, I can’t use my fucking leg and my brain might kill me! It’s not the fucking same!” She yelled. Heads started to turn toward the shouting.
“Jess, let’s go home.” Robby said, a hand on her shoulder.
“I-I…can’t get up.” She whispered.
“Okay. I’ll get the chair from the car. Just wait here.” He kissed her cheek as he ran out of the restaurant. Jack and Samira sat in silence, unsure how to make the moment better. His hand was on her thigh, she rubbed circles on his back.
“How do we help you?” Samira asked, leaning forward, trying to get Jess to look at her.
“You don’t.” Jess wiped the tears from her face.
“Jess, we want to support you in any way we can. Any way you’ll let us.” Samira’s soft eyes, made something in Jess break.
“God. You must get whatever you want, a face like that.” Jess huffed.
“Easy.” Jack cautioned.
“She got you. She got a nice ring on her finger. She got the education, the job of her dreams. Nice house in the suburbs next.” Jess gave a cold chuckle.
“You’re about to cross a line, Jess.” Jack growled.
“Fuck your lines.” Jess seethed, the tears running down her cheeks. Robby came back in with the wheelchair.
“Let’s get home. Everyone’s tired.” Robby cleared his throat.
“Oh yeah. I’m sure everyone is.” She rolled her eyes. “You must be tired, Samira. I mean, being knocked up by your boss and all. Must be really fucking exhausting!” Jess hissed.
“Jess!” Robby snapped. Jack jumped up from his seat, rage written all over his face.
“Jack!” Samira pulled at his arm, trying to get him to sit back down.
“You say another fucking word to her and you’ll never see us again.” Jack’s voice was rough with restraint as he attempted to control his anger.
“Go have your perfect little family, your perfect little life. What’s it matter to me!? It really is impressive. How did you corral her into caring for you? I mean, what’s a pretty little thing like her doing with an old cripple like you? She’s smart though, probably in it for that sweet life insurance payout, check your oatmeal for arsenic!”
“Fuck you!” Jack barked.
“That’s enough!” Robby looked at Jess like she was a different person. “You’re done. You want me to wheel out of here or can you do that yourself?”
“I can do it.” Jess scoffed as she pushed herself out of the restaurant.
Robby stood dazed, utterly confused, and damn near frightened by the behavior of Jess. Jack stood, panting, the anger still running through him. Samira wiped the tears from her face.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.” Robby cleared his throat.
“She’s hurt. She doesn’t know how to deal with it.” Samira muttered.
“She knows what she’s doing.” Jack flopped back down.
“You’re okay?” Robby turned to Samira.
“Yeah. Yeah, fine. Just worried.” She sighed.
“Jack, I’m sorry. This is not how this should have gone.” Robby ran a hand through his hair.
“She was trying to hurt me. She wanted to.” He shook his head. “She’s never done that before.”
“I’ve never seen her like that.” Robby didn’t know how to right the situation.
“Be careful. She’s on the edge, she’s leaning over it.” Jack put his head in his hands.
“Yeah. I know.” Robby sighed. “I’ll see you two at work. Let me know if you need anything. Congratulations. She’s happy for you, deep down.”
“No, she isn’t. Not yet.” Jack said.
“She will be. It’s a lot. I’ll see you.” Robby left the restaurant.
“Fuck, that could have gone better.” Jack mumbled. Samira took his hand in hers.
“She’s in a lot of pain. She just needs some space.” She hummed.
The ride home was silent. Robby’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. The heat coming off Jess could have fogged the glass. They were furious, at each other, at themselves, at the world.
Robby helped Jess into the house. He got her comfortable on the couch. They were still silent. He made sure she had her water bottle and meds. Betty sat at her feet, the tension making her whine.
“Are you giving me the silent treatment?” Jess huffed.
“I’m keeping my mouth shut so I don’t say something that will make this worse.” Robby fumed as he flitted about the house.
“Jesus. It wasn’t that bad.”
“What?”
“It wasn’t that bad!”
“Don’t do that. Don’t act stupid. You aren’t!” Robby stood in front of her, arms crossed.
“Fuck you.”
“What is this? Are you frustrated at your recovery? Is that really what all this is?” He felt at his wit's end.
“So what if it is!? I get to be mad! I get to be furious that my life is fucked up!”
“Yes, you do. But you do not get to take it out on the people who care about you! The man who has stood by your bed more times than I have!”
“Fuck this!”
“He’d kill for you, you know that? He’s the only other person that I trust to take care of you. You just threw his friendship, his devotion, in his face!”
“He’ll survive.”
“He doesn’t care about anyone like he does for you. He is not that kind of person to let people get close, and he lets you in, and you just blew it up! You broke him!”
“Shut up.” Jess sniffled.
“I don’t know how you’ll fix this. I don’t know if you can!”
“Stop it.” She wiped at her eyes.
“He’s never going to let anyone in again! This was the best day of his life, and you act like this!?”
“Stop! Please! I know!” She sobbed. “I just…seeing them…they were so happy! It broke me! They got everything, we don’t get!”
“What are you talking about?”
“They’ll be able to plan the wedding they want. No worries about the stress killing them. They get the happy ending! The baby!” Jess sobbed, her chest heaving. Robby felt his heartbreak.
“Oh.” The realization hit him like a truck. He sat next to Jess and gathered her in his arms.
“I’m fine!” She yelled, clinging to Robby.
“It’s okay that you aren’t.” He murmured into her hair.
“I don’t need kids!” She cried.
“But you wanted them.”
“I wanted a lot of things! I didn’t get a lot of things! I made my choice, I won’t put a child through this! I won’t leave a baby motherless or pass this on to them! I couldn’t bear it!”
“I know.”
“It’s not fair!”
“It’s not. I’m sorry, Love.” Robby held onto her tight.
“I fucked up! I messed up!”
“It’ll be okay. We’ll fix it. Just take a breath.” Robby rubbed soft circles on her back.
“He’ll never forgive me.”
“He will. Just give him some space.”
“I’m sorry.” She sighed, looking up at him. “I embarrassed both of us.”
“Just let me know when you need a break, before you break. You’re faster than I am. Sometimes it takes me too long to see when you’re on the edge.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“You deserve better, but you’ll just have to settle.” He smiled.
whumpee is rescued, but they've lost most of their memories. they only have a vague idea of the life they used to have, from before they were captured— and almost nothing from that time.
so when whumper shows up, smiling a little too wide, holding a bouquet of flowers with the rest of their friends, whumpee feels nauseous. their hands tremble imperceptibly— and they're unable to put a reason to this terrible sense of premonition.
whumper didn't expect whumpee to survive at all, but the fact that they did— and that too with no memories of their time together— it feels like a gift from the universe.
they'll have so much fun retracing their steps, reminding whumpee of what they're missing, after all.
1. Giyuu has lost his memories after taking a blow to the head. When he wakes up, Tengen is there with Muichiro and he convinces the water pillar that Sanemi is his husband and Muichiro is thier adopted son.
The mist hashira originally went along with it because he was bribed but stuck with it when Giyuu started spoiling him with food and attention.
Everyone is shocked when Mr Tomioka started behaving differently. He was soft, sweet and very shy but didn't hesitate to smile and chat politely with anyone who approached him. It was a complete 180 and most of the other hashira thought it was better to just never let him remember. Some for thier own benefit and others for the belief that whatever traumatized Giyuu this bad to make him as cold as he was before probably wasn't worth reliving.
Sanemi returns from a mission and is informed of his pretend marrage and family. Needless to say he promptly crashes out and heads to the water estate to find Giyuu and Muichiro there and he rips them a new one.
Giyuu, who has returned to the tearful state of his youth, starts crying and begging for forgiveness, saying he doesn't want a divorce and whatever he did wrong, he would try to do better.
Muichiro gives Sanemi the coldest look the wind hashira had ever seen on the kid, "Apologize to mother. Now."
Sanemi complied...if just to avoid whatever horrors the gremlin could cook up.
Things take a turn when Giyuus old sensei shows up prepared to murder Sanemi for marrying his son student without permission. Tengen got half way through his explanation before Urokodaki decided these heathens were trying to take advantage of Giyuu and they must both parish.
He's excited about having a grandson though.
(Cut to Muichiro chilling with his head in Giyuus lap while being hand fed grapes)
2. Inosuke found a strange gaudy looking necklace hidden in a chest behind a waterfall and decided he needed to show it off to everyone.
This turned out to be a bad idea as when he was running around trying to find Tanjiro, he tripped, and the necklace flew through the air and landed in front of Sanemi, Giyuu and Kyojuro. The necklace let out a bright flash, and suddenly it-and them - where gone.
The next thing the trio knows they are in a futuristic version of Japan, and they are more of less accosted by a talent scout. After learning the demon slayer core was disbanded long ago after Muzans defeat and knowing what else to do, they become a famous boy band.
Turns out all those breathing and sword fighting techniques translate well into singing and dancing. Turns out Tengen had daydreamed about something like this for years, and they had songs and dances memorized for all of the hashira.
Though all is not well as the longer they stay in this era, the more demons seem to fade in and out of existence as if time is correcting itself. The necklace shows no sign of its previous powers. Will they be able to return home before its too late?
(Tengen is going to be sooo jealous. This au works so well with DC because if they bring Constantine back with them, Muzon is screwed and most people will get a happy ending)
3. Sanemi refused to believe in ghosts.
These kids were just regular brats out who happened to be very slippery. That being said, when he inevitably caught those two kids, he was going to take them down to the station and take their masks off himself before he gave them the scolding of a lifetime.
Once that was done, he was going to make them call their parents down to the station, and then he was going to rip them a new one entirely. Safe or not, this was still a city and these were still kids out and about way past curfew. That's not counting the fact they've been spotted riding on the tops of BUSSES and doing other reckless stunts.
There's no such things as ghosts. Right?
Aka ghost children au where the legend about a bunch of dead child warriors wearing fox masks gaurd the nearby mountain and a secret sword technique passed down through the ages. Police officer Sanami calls bs and is taunted played with endlessly by Sabito and Giyuu who think this is hilarious.
4. "Mmph!" Genya stared at Giyuu in horror as he kept the gas mask pressed to his subordinates face, his own broken one dangled limply from between his fingers from his earlier carelessness.
"Whatever you do," he said, blue eyes blazing by into Genyas own assweat trickled down the youngers brow, "Dont take off your mask. That's an order." The water Hasira quickly turned away and inhaled deeply as the sickly yellow clouds of fear toxin closed in around them.
Then he was off. The strangest part about all of this is that the demon had all ready been slain, so why was its blood demon art still activating? And why wasn't its body dissolving?
He could ask questions later, for now he needed to help Tanjiro and the others destroy those spore pod things before too many civilians were infected! The water hashira had been so kind to put himself at risk to make sure he was safe so he would do his best not to let him down!
Aka Demon Slayer x Batman crossover
5. Time travel au where Giyuu wakes up in his old body while he was being transported to the asylum after his sisters death.
Needless to say, he just escaped again and lived off the land as he traveled from town to town, selling whatever he didn't eat. Being a weak child again was much harder than he thought. Most of his time was spent trying to survive, so he didn't have much time for training. Luckily, he had gotten an idea when he saw an old set of child paints. Seeing his staring, the old lady handed it to him and told him he could have it. He thanked her quickly and fled before she could start asking questions, like, "Why are you dressed in rags?" or "Where are your parents?"
His plan was simple. He was going to paint little things around the town he had met Sabito and their teacher. Urokodaki and Sabitos masks were painted in hidden places, blue spider lillys were painted out in the open, images of demon slayers with their crows were painted on the sides of buildings and the kocko sisters hair clips were painted on windows.
Needless to say, this grabbed their attention pretty fast, and Urokodaki tracked Giyuu down to a little run-down hut...only to see a painted wall mural of Sabito fighting the hand demon as his sword breaks.
"The neck is a trap." Giyuu says from behind them, startling them both.
"What do you mean?" Sabito asked, more than a little freaked out.
Giyuu just stared at him for a moment with his eerily calm eyes, eyes that he knows many people have called 'dead' and 'creepy', something he's now using to his advantage, "Its neck is hardened so if you cut there your sword will break. You have to cut somewhere else."
"What of the blue spider lillies? Have you seen them?"
Giyuu looked up into the face of that familiar tengu mask, basking its familiarity for a moment before he lied through his teeth. "Not in person. I dream of them every spring. Sometimes, there's a woman in these dreams. She's gathering them."
Urokodaki and Sabito share a look before turning back to the strange child, "What does she look like?" "Does she say anything?" They ask at the same time.
Giyuu tugs his sisters red hiori around him tighter, chilled by the snowy winds outside the hut, "She wears a purple and white checkered obi and a white apron. She talks to herself when she's gathered enough, mentioning soup or medicine for her family." Giyuu stares up at Urokodaki in that one particular way he knows makes it feel like he's staring directly into your soul, "Are you sick? Is that why you want it?"
The tongue man laughed softly, "So you're not all knowing after all?"
The child shook his head, "I dream. That's all."
He was soon forced to eat those words when he took Urokodakis outstretched hand and gasped, his mind becoming flooded with images of him slaying demons throughout the years.
He yanded his hand back, staring at it like it betrayed him, "...what?"
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Aka Time Traveler Tomioka fakes being a clairvoyant so that people will believe him only for the gods to decide to make him a real one.
summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order
a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump
a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!
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