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So... Hi 👋 This is my first time on Ao3, so I don't really know how to use this type of format much.

 I'd also like to add that my native language isn't English, so I'd appreciate any advice or corrections 🙏.

 That first chapter (can you call it that?) is for leaving requests. (This is probably going to be OOc)

I should clarify that I'm not much of a smut writer, but I'll try anyway. Now, yes, this is focused on Two Time, uh, sorry, not sorry. I need to ruin the cultist since he's my favorite. 

Next, I'll give you my headcanons for, well, the cultist and what I will and won't do! Uh yeah. 

Two Time headcanons (you probably already know them) Afab (I love this man. Yeah, I'm guilty) 

 Small wings on his head and scars from old wings on his back (I feel like they were ripped off because it was seen as a curse, blame me, I can't change my mind) 

 Scars, lots of them. 

 They are like, really bad at talking to people, so they just stares at them. 

 They age is between 20 - 25 (they are the second youngest).

I'll do: 

- obscenities: 

•  ropes
• knife play (maybe)
• overstimulation 
• hate/anger
• comfort/reconciliation 
• gentle
• humiliation (maybe)
• consent 

- fluff: 

• hugs
• soft kisses 
• comfort
• cuddles
• gifts
• healing 

- angst (I love angst): 

•  self-harm (mentioned and mild)
•  separation
• what hace you done..? 
• murder 

- platonic: 

•  cuddles
• quality time
• cuddles 
• healing 
• gifts

જ⁀➴ Swap au 

જ⁀➴ Post-forsaken 

જ⁀➴ Pre-forsaken 

જ⁀➴ Escape from the cult. 

જ⁀➴ You can request another one.

- I will not do: 

•  rape
• sex with minors
• kidnappin
• without consent.

 Now that I've got that out of the way, let's move on to my ships and which sections I prefer to write them in. Of course, if you want a ship in a section that isn't mentioned, I can do it!

OTP: 

• Pizzatime (any section)
• Secondchance/Twochance (any section)
• Azuretime (any section)
• 1xtime (any section) 

I love it!:

• TimeBoom (fluff, platonic) 
• Noobtime (fluff, platonic, smut)
• Decoydagger (fluff, platonic)
• Guest 1337 x Two time (Soldiertime/Warriortime?) (platonic, fluff)
• ChickenSpawn (fluff, smut) 

I like it!:

• Noli x Two time (angst, fluff, smut)
• Mafioso x Two time (I don't know the ship name) (angst, fluff, platonic)
• Dusekkar x Two time (angst, platonic, fluff) 

Uh, I don't know/maybe not:

• John doe x Two time
• Jane doe x Two time 

(Maybe I'll write Two Time with these two being adopted, so to speak? I don't know, I like that approach.) 

Dislikes: 

• Jason/slasher x Two Time (bloodtime?) (platonic, maybe)

NOT: 

• Two Time x a minor.

 (Maybe Two Time babysitting, but NEVER a ship.)

That's it

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See You later

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The dagger in his hands felt heavy, blood stained the blade of that weapon that life had taken from his companion.

" What have you done?' The look of complete horror and fear he had given to them had left a lump in they throat, unable to respond except through apologetic murmurs and sobs.

' Spawn will bless this sacrifice, the second life I managed to obtain, and will bring my partner back for the great show of faith. They muttered the words, trying to convince themselves of this. Every minute that passed, it became clearer that Azure wasn't going to reappear. 

Was faith enough? The elders had promised them a second life through the sacrifice of a loved one, and they had kept that promise... And yet, nothing had happened. 

They looked at their hands again. The blood would never disappear. 

Learn to live with guilt. 

The last round had been exhausting, intense, to be honest. Everyone was in the main cabin; the icy wind outside gave a small hint that perhaps the specter had decided to add another difficulty to this endless game.

Everything was silent, there was animated chatter between Guest 1337, Chance and Noob, shedletsky and Taph were doing bird things like... taking care of their wings, Elliot was cooking pizza and 007n7 was somewhere, probably...

Dusekkar sat by the fireplace; the warmth of the fire comforted him, a good time to read some of the books the ghost had kindly left there. Twotime, on the other hand, was on the rug, curled up by the fire, his gaze somewhat lost, occasionally straying to his hands... as if he saw something the others didn't.

The silence was somewhat uncomfortable, but no one had interrupted it yet, well, peace can't last long, not in a place like this.

A place of death where they are condemned forever.

"Divine Pumpkin, how do you know the Spawn isn't real?" They decided to break the silence. They didn't dare look at each other, doubting that their religion was a sin, but lately those thoughts, those doubts that it was all fake, had been lingering in their minds.

'Your eyes flash with uncertainty, your hunger for clarity evident. Something terrifies you to dare to ask what you believe to be certain. Tell me, what led you to this question?' He was clearly confused; someone who seemed so immersed in... this cult disguised as a religion would finally dare to ask, and that question was certainly surprising. He truly wanted to believe the cultist had opened his eyes, but that truth was uncertain.

"I've never doubted my faith, until now... I know I shouldn't doubt it, but..." The silence that remains is enough to explain his doubt. Regret can sometimes lead you to question everything and wonder, "What if..."

"The guilt is eating away at you, I can see it... I understand why you have doubts..." Dusekkar sighed before making a place for himself on the couch. "Come, sit next to me and explain to me why he's changed so suddenly."

Two time  carefully rose from the comfortable rug, approaching cautiously before sitting down. They were somewhat tense. "Well, before everything seemed so... real, the elders were the ones who distributed the faith and the prophecies, and no one questioned them..." They clasped their hands tightly, staring into the fire in the fireplace. "I grew up there. Amarah was the one who guided me in the faith of the Spawn. I met him there; he was a follower of the Spawn too."

Dusekkar just listened in silence, he could notice how Two time avoided saying the name of what he could feel was his friend, anyway he wasn't going to push to know it now.

'We were all promised a second life, and when I figured out how to perform the ritual, I...'

This already had a clear direction; Two Time's story only had one ending, and it wasn't good. "No need to go on, I already know how this ends."

Two times we walked in silence... but still... "When he didn't return, I stayed by his side. I prayed to Spawn to bring him back; I felt like my faith hadn't been enough. I didn't leave until the sun returned." She finally gathered enough strength to look at Dusekkar after everything she'd been told. "I guess I started to doubt when I retrieved my dagger in this place, and the doubts grew when... I saw them again."

'Do you regret it?'

'every single night'

'Are you really aware that it was all a farce?'

'I'am'

''I'd tell you I told you so, but now's not the best time to do it.' There was probably some mockery in his voice, but Two Time simply ignored it. 'What would you like to do now?'

''huh, what?'

"Oh, Telamon..." The murmur was inaudible, but considering how close they were, Two Time heard it perfectly. "You've been involved in this Spawn thing for a long time, and perhaps it's time you found other things to do..."

"Well, I'd like to learn gardening... maybe..."

"Well, I think there's a book about it, could you read it?"

"Well... A little."

'I expected it... Well, it's something I might have to teach you.'

'Would you really do that?'

'Don't make me regret it.''

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Oh for Spawn, they were completely screwed, although it was his fault for believing that this round with the mobster would be easy, the man was undoubtedly one of the most ruthless and relentless when it came to killing.

Where was Elliot when you needed him?! They're not ready to die yet, despite showing up at that cabin after every round, the deaths were still painful.

And them hasn't shed enough blood to get they second life. 

'You're mine! ' them didn't have time to react before they felt the sensation of the touch burning him, the mafialings were elsewhere but they could see them nearby, preparing in case they managed to escape.

They weren't ready to die, so I had to think of something fast.

They Remember Chance... talking about flirting with people? Chance seemed to do it with most of the other survivors as a joke... maybe them could try it! Just... They had to wait for Mafioso to hear them.. 

'Wait, don't kill me yet!' That shout earned the assassin an intrigued look.

'Why should I listen to you?' okay.. it was now or never.

'I know we haven't met... But you look a lot like my next boyfriend..' everyone stood still and silent, god, Two time could hear they own heartbeat!

'What.' They were going to die without a doubt, they were going to dismember them and use they head as decoration.

'Don't you have an extra heart? Because I think you stole mine...' This was embarrassing, they felt they face slowly heat up. 'Is it just me or are you too hot?' He wasn't responding, but they weren't getting killed either... that had to be a good sign.

'You know how I'd look better? In your bed whit...' The embarrassment were too much for Two Time to bear, they didn't even finish flirting before screaming and running away... and truth be told, the mafialings were also stunned by what they had just witnessed.

Mafioso just stood there... if you were close enough to him you'd notice a little pink color on his cheeks...

Survivors win!

Everyone was at the table, those who had died in that round (Chance because of his weapon, Elliot was focused, Noob) and those who hadn't gone this time (007n7 and Guest1337 who had woken up half sick) had witnessed the whole show that Two time had put on in a desperate attempt to survive.

While everyone else was confused seeing the others staring at Two time or seeing the cultist's blushing face.

Chance with they typical poker face decided to break the silence 'So.. really..'

Two times, being the good teammate they are, didn't let chance finish and told they in a super friendly way that them didn't want to talk about it right now. 'If you don't want a dagger stuck in your throat when you wake up, I advise you not to finish that sentence.' Yeah, super friendly and calm.

'geez.. calm down' Chance raised they hands in a sign of peace, they didn't want to be dead a second time after the round was over..

'I'm calm! You're the one who isn't calm!' them seemed more upset than before, but that could be because they could see that those who had seen what had happened were telling others what had happened.

'Do you like mafioso?' Okay, nobody asked for your opinion, Shedletsky. You'd better concentrate on slashing at the killer instead of punching the air.

'NO! ' 

'2️⃣🕰️➡️❤️🗡️🐰✔️✔️❓' 

'Maybe we should believe Two time..'

The place had been divided into three camps: those who believed Two Time liked mafioso, those who believed they didn't, and those who preferred not to interfere.

While all this was happening, the cultist had already gone to the forest near the cabin since they were ashamed of what was happening.

They didn't notice the figure watching them... luckily for that figure, it wouldn't have to interrupt the survivors' cabin and possibly have to endure a collective attack.

'So.. I look a lot like your next boyfriend?' he said suddenly, causing Twotime to jump and pull out they dagger, pointing the weapon at Mafioso. 'Your words, remember?'

'Not you too...' they muttered more to themselves than to their companion, but the frustration was understandable... in a way.

'I have to admit that your... attempt at flirting has left me spellbound, it was embarrassing and depressing to tell the truth'

'it's all the fault of-'

'But' but? Okay. I didn't understand anything that was happening. 'I have to admit you've had me captivated for some time now.'

Two time started to blush, they couldn't see mafioso eyes well but his words sounded sincere and.. well, they heart was a traitor and them were blaspheming but leave them, they're trapped in this place for who knows how much longer..

'Are you hinting at something?' they words were more slurred, them couldn't speak clearly, not when they were so close to each other.. 

'After the next round, I'd like to see you... if it's alright with you, Piccione, just you and me, without weapons and without any unwanted companions.' They leaned even closer to Twotime, so close they could feel his breath. 'Do you think you could do that... for me Piccione?'

'I... yes... I'll be here...' With those words, Mafioso smiled before saying goodbye.

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... 

'Did I just accepted a date with a killer?' yeah, they had done it and they didn't Even regret it.