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eyayah-oya · 3 years

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Clone Ship Week | Day 6 | Post-Battle - @cloneshipweek

Cody/Rex

Rating: G

Warnings: mentions of Point Rain, canon typical violence, disgustingly cute happy ending

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Geonosis was just as awful as every vod had ever described. It was hot and dusty, of course, but Cody didn’t really care about any of that. It was the number of brothers he’d lost on the way to Point Rain, the hundreds more killed by the bugs and their weaponry, on top of all the droids that seemed to come in never-ending waves.

Cody and the rest of the 212th were going to join General Mundi and the 21st Nova Marine Corps on the other side of the planet while Rex and his men worked with Gree and the 41st under General Unduli. They would be taking on the enormous droid factory the next day, and Cody would not be able to help any of them. He would have his own mission to run.

There were hundreds of vod’e all over the fortified base they’d managed to find and set up camp in. Brothers from all four battalions mingled and shared increasingly exaggerated stories. Cody had spotted Corporals Fives and Echo talking to some boys from the 21st, and he’d seen the medics fussing over the injured vod’e and generals. But there was no sign of Cody’s cyare.

“Lieutenant!” Cody called to 2nd Lieutenant Jesse of the 501st.

Jesse snapped off a sharp salute. “Sir!”

“At ease, Lt. Have you seen Rex around recently?” Cody asked.

Thinking for a moment, Jesse slowly nodded. “I think I saw him over by the remaining gunships, sir. He was talking to General Skywalker about half an hour ago.”

Cody nodded and clapped the trooper on his shoulder. “Thanks. Make sure you take some time to rest, Lt. We’re in for a rough campaign.”

“Of course, sir. You do the same and see if you can get Rex to sleep, too.”

As Cody walked away, he chuckled to himself. Little brothers were getting uppity. At the start of the war, there was no way any trooper, let alone one from a different battalion, would have talked to him so casually. It was a testament to how well the men of the 501st were relaxing around their Jedi and learning how to be something besides soldiers. It was nice.

Cody prayed to whatever gods watched over clones bred for war that Rex hadn’t gone back up to the Resolute already. He needed to see Rex and make sure his cyare was alright. Too many vod’e were walking wounded, and even more were severely injured or dead. As much as he knew it was a real possibility, Cody did not want to ever consider a reality where Rex marched on ahead of him.

“Hey, Commander!” Commander Tano chirped from out of nowhere. She smiled up at him with bright eyes that hadn’t been weighed down by war yet. She still had hope and Cody prayed that she would never lose that. Yet another thing he prayed for to unknown gods.

“Hello, Commander.” Cody dodged a pair of vod’e carrying a crate full of supplies and glanced down at Commander Tano. “Can I help you with something?”

“Jesse said you’re looking for Rex? I know where he is! But we have to hurry before my Master pulls him away again.”

If Commander Tano was willing to help him find Rex, Cody was definitely not going to say no. Especially after the massacre they’d just faced. “Thank you, Commander,” he said, warm affection warming his chest briefly. “I appreciate it.”

Commander Tano waved away his thanks. “It’s no problem. I get it. Master Skywalker practically ran to Master Kenobi’s side as soon as we got here, and I know Jesse went to go find a batchmate of his from the 41st. Sometimes, you just need to make sure everyone’s alive.”

“That is very wise, Commander,” Cody said. He really shouldn’t be surprised, but in his mind, the Commander was just so young. She shouldn’t have insights into how war worked, and why they needed time to recuperate after a bad battle, if only to reassure themselves that their loved ones made it out alive or to mourn the ones that hadn’t.

There were far too many mourning vod’e.

“I have a great teacher,” Commander Tano said with a warm smile. “Rex said you taught him a lot of what he knows and he’s been passing some of that down to me. It’s helped me in some tough situations, so I should be thanking you, Commander.”

“No thanks necessary, Commander,” Cody managed to say without choking or giving away his emotions. Not that it probably mattered since Jedi were attuned to the people around them. Only General Kenobi had ever thanked him for anything, and Cody was convinced that his General would thank Ventress after she stabbed him with her saber. Karking di’kutla jetti.

“Anyway, Rex is over in that tent, hopefully taking a nap. Coric was threatening him earlier with sedation, so he might have followed through on that threat.”

And with that, Commander Tano skipped away, most likely to terrorize some poor shiny who wouldn’t know how to deal with an overly friendly shiny Jedi Commander. Cody privately wished he had a holo of their flailing. It would provide some good laughs in the future.

Cody strode over to the tent Commander Tano had pointed out, and knocked on the frame.

“Come in,” Rex called and something inside of Cody’s chest loosened.

He undid the fastenings and stepped inside, taking his bucket off immediately. Rex was sitting on the cot, a datapad in his hands, likely going over the initial casualty reports for the battle. Most importantly, he was very much alive.

“Rex,” Cody gasped out with a strangled breath.

Rex jerked at his voice and then a second later, Cody had his arms wrapped around his cyare, breathing him in as he held on as tight as he could.

“Cody! You’re okay!” Rex said. He pulled back to give Cody a sharp look. “You are okay, right?”

“Yes, I am. I didn’t end up getting injured. That was purely my General,” Cody said, trying for some dry humor but it fell flat in the face of their combined relief. “What about you? I heard you got thrown off a wall?”

“Karking Fives and Echo,” Rex growled. “General Skywalker and Ahsoka caught me, so I wasn’t hurt. Nothing beyond a few bumps and bruises.”

Cody ran his eyes over Rex’s body, as though that would tell him if Rex was hiding any injuries with the armor in the way. Once he verified that there wasn’t any gaping hole or crack in Rex’s armor, Cody dropped his helmet to the ground and pulled Rex into a bruising kiss. His cyare responded eagerly, clinging desperately to the hard, sharp planes of Cody’s armor. There was no finesse, no sweetness in the kiss. Just pure, heady relief and a desperation to prove that they really survived.

Rex gripped Cody’s hair tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around his waist to pull him as close as their armor would allow. He sucked on Cody’s bottom lip and gently nibbled before letting go and pressing his head against Cody’s in a soft keldabe.

“I was so worried when we heard that most of your gunships went down, including General Kenobi’s. You’re usually flying with him.”

“We decided to split our forces. It was a really close call a few times, but we made it. We both made it,” Cody answered. He was shaking from relief at having Rex in his arms, alive and unharmed. Nothing would ever be able to beat that heady feeling of overwhelming gratitude to whatever gods were listening. They’d listened to at least one of his prayers today.

“Stay alive tomorrow,” Cody demanded after a moment of just breathing each other in. “That factory is going to be really dangerous.”

“I know. Gree is a solid vod, though. He’ll have my back and I’ll have his. Plus, we have the Jedi to help keep us safe.”

Cody very carefully didn’t think about the many times General Skywalker had gotten men killed by doing something reckless or stupid. The R2 droid was not important enough to sacrifice his padawan, Rex, and three other men to General Grievous. Out of four, only Rex and Denal had made it back, and Commander Tano had nearly been killed by Grievous when she kept Grievous from killing Rex, all for a droid. Cody was skeptical, but he also had faith in Commander Tano and General Unduli and her padawan. They’d protect the men while Skywalker handled whatever crazy idea he had.

“We will be safe,” Rex said, giving Cody a shake. “While you’re off with the Marines, you should talk to Bacara. They’re out of contact with most of the GAR. Only Neyo and Jet can get through the blockades to deliver supplies and intelligence to Nova.”

A frown carved the worry lines on his face deeper as Cody absorbed that information. “I’ll talk to him. See what we can do,” Cody swore.

Rex nodded. “Good. He’ll keep you alive. Bacara already told me he’s planning on sharing all of my embarrassing ARC training stories to you while you’re on campaign together.”

Cody grinned. “I’ve been trying to pull those out of Neyo, Keeli, Thorn, and Thire for ages now. And Bacara’s the one to spill the beans?”

Rex grumbled and buried his face against the crook of Cody’s neck. “He said I don’t have enough blackmail material on him to keep him from blabbing. He also said I don’t scare him because, and I quote, “I’m as terrifying as a sleepy baby nexu cub buried in a pile of nip”.”

“That—is strangely accurate,” Cody choked out, laughing at Rex’s offended growl. “You’re a little prickly, but everyone knows you’re just a softy. I mean, you’ve been teaching Commander Tano what I taught you?”

His cyare shrugged. “She’s in the middle of a war, and she doesn’t have the training we do. I don’t want to see her die when I could have prevented it. Nor do I want to see my vod’e die because she makes a bad decision. I’m giving her all the tools she’ll need to be successful and survive this war.”

“You’ve adopted her.” Cody couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. Rex had always loved with all his heart, as evidenced by the numerous vod’e who loved him unconditionally. Of course, Commander Tano would have made the list. “If she’s yours, then she’s mine, too,” Cody said. “We’re in this together.”

Rex finally peeked his head back out from where he’d hidden it against the small sliver of skin on Cody’s neck. “Really?”

Cody didn’t hesitate. He nodded and bumped their foreheads together. “I promise.”

For the first time since their first kiss, Cody had the amazing opportunity to see Rex completely and totally flustered. He blushed bright red, sputtering and coughing as he tried to find something to say.

It took a few minutes for Rex to completely compose himself and then it was Cody’s turn to be flustered. “Are you asking me to be your riduur?”

“What?” Cody spluttered.

For a second, Rex faltered. But then he squared his jaw and firmed his spine as if he was facing the worst of odds in a battle. “We are one when together. We already do that, and have done that since we were cadets. We are one when apart. At this point, I don’t think there’s anything that could separate us, even when we’re fighting on opposite ends of the galaxy. We share all. We tell each other everything. You said it yourself. What’s mine is yours, too. We will raise warriors. We are raising Ahsoka together, since we share all. Not to mention all of our men that we’ve both trained since this war started. If that doesn’t count, I don’t know what would.

“So, are you asking me to be your riduur?”

As Rex laid out each point, Cody found himself agreeing. He and Rex were already married, they just hadn’t said the vows to each other yet. And honestly, there wasn’t a better time than now. Cody would rather be married to the love of his life for a few hours, then never have married him and watched him die in battle.

“Yes, Rex of Torrent. I am asking you to be my riduur,” Cody said, determination in every cell of his body.

Rex lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Cody, bringing their foreheads together. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde,” Rex swore fervently, his whole heart bared for Cody to see.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde,” Cody echoed the vow, offering Rex his heart with every breath.

They shared the same space for a moment, pressing into the keldabe more firmly before their lips brushed together. Like a firework had been set off in his bones, Cody tugged Rex into a passionate, over-whelming kiss that stole their breath away. He could feel his heart swelling with the amount of love he felt for Rex, bursting out from behind the dam he kept on his emotions most days. It rolled over him until the only thing he could think of was that Rex was alive, in his arms, and that they were now married. What more could Cody care for in that moment?

Eventually, air became a necessity, and they broke away from each other to breathe. Rex gave a soft chuckle. “You do realize that means you’re going to have to adopt Ahsoka, too, right?”

“YES! I get two dads AND Cody has to call me by my name now!”

“Shh, they can hear you, Soka.”

“Oops! Everyone scatter!”

Cody laughed. His heart couldn’t contain the joy he felt, and he would carry that joy throughout the war as a hopeful flame for when they could all have peace again. But in that moment, he had all night with his riduur, and Cody planned on making the most of it.

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somepinkthing · 4 years

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@angstymdzsthoughts for your YZY ultimatum AU where the nie bros adopt Wei Ying after he’s been kicked out.

Part 1 of 2 because I hate myself

[Part 2]

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Wei Ying wished he could at least say goodbye to Jiang Cheng and shijie.

“I am so sorry, A-Ying,” Jiang Fengmian said, looking as close to tears as his serene face had ever seemed to Wei Ying. It’d been a long week for him, to say the least.

“It’s alright!” Wei Ying chirped back, “I’ll be okay!”

Wei Ying had been ready for this, even if Jiang-shushu wasn’t. After Madam Yu had uttered that ultimatum for the whole of Lotus Pier to hear before storming off with both of the children she bore, what else could be done? Jianf Fengmian could stall as long as he wanted but he had his own children and a wife and a sect to think after--Wei Ying knew he couldn’t hold a candle to the real family he might end up costing his uncle.

“If you need more money, say so,” Jiang-shushu said. Wei Ying jingled his completely packed wallet.

“I think you should take more food after all,” Jiang-shushu said, wringing his hands.

“You’ve packed me with all I could possibly manage to carry, “Wei Ying said with a laugh, “I’m going to be mugged the second I step foot out there! And qiankun pouches don’t make things lighter! Please spare me! Anything else and I’ll be crushed!”

Jiang-shushu huffed affectionately at him before falling back into silence.

This mood was way too heavy for Wei Ying’s liking. Slowly, he reached down to fiddle with his Clarity Bell. It was the first present shijie had ever given him. Jiang Cheng had been so excited, bouncing up and down yelling at him to hurry up and open it. A sign that he was of Yunmeng, recognizable wherever he went.

Well, time to bite the bullet.

Wei Ying made to untie his bell but his uncle’s hands stopped him.

“Keep it. That way, if there’s ever an emergency ...” Jiang-shushu trailed off at the end. Yu Ziyuan was a woman of her word. Even if it were an emergency, Wei Ying would never be welcome back, bell or no bell. They both knew that.

“Just keep it. Please. It belongs to you,” Jiang-shushu whispered.

Wei Ying nodded and gave his uncle’s hands one last squeeze before stepping onto the boat that would take him from his (former) home.

He looked back until there was nothing else to see.

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5 Months Later

“Sir? Are you alright?” a hesitant voice called out to him. Wei Ying looked up to find a rather attractive boy peering down at him. He had wide, harried looking eyes that reminded Wei Ying of the pheasants he used to hunt--they’d look around with those eyes right before running. Behind the young man was a carriage, the driver leaning forward and scowling.

Ah. Wei Ying was in the way of the road then.

“I apologize, young master,” Wei Ying said, standing up with a smile, “I’ll move out of the way!”

“I-It’s okay!” the other boy said, following Wei Ying to the side of the road and looking him up and down. “You-you’re not injured are you?”

Wei Ying shook his head. “I thank you for the concern, young master, but I just slipped on the ice a bit and decided to take a rest.”

“A rest? On the ground?” the boy asked, aghast.

“Yep! I slipped and hurt all over! The snow will comfort me and my bruises.”

The young man looked down at Wei Ying’s feet. “Yes, with shoes like that you would slip on the ice. You must not be from around here. You should really pick up some winter gear. I know a few good stores that could take you right away!”

“Would that I had the money to,” Wei Ying replied wryly before he could stop himself. This boy didn’t need to know how destitute he had let himself become. Turns out, no one wants the help of a child rogue cultivator, no matter how talented. He had thought that Qinghe might have some work for him, given their abundance of smaller demons crawling on the mountains, but he had been unprepared for the winter. But, again, this young master who traveled around in a carriage would hardly understand that. Probably the son of a wealthy merchant or something. He was a friendly one though, those were rare.

The boy in front of him immediately looked uncomfortable, biting his lower lip and dropping his gaze.

“I-I’m sorry. I hadn’t meant to pry. Um, if you want…”

He was interrupted by the carriage driver.

“Young Master Nie, I am to bring you straight home. Your brother was very specific! We don’t have the time to be stopping for every peddler on the street!”

From a top disciple to a mere peddler. Oh, how the mighty fall. Wei Ying couldn’t even dispute it though, he thought to himself. He was a peddler now, wasn’t he? His pride and the rapidly dwindling supplies Jiang-shushu had packed him with was all that was stopping him from going back to begging and fighting for meals with dogs at this point.

“B-But!” the boy started to say but immediately retreated when he saw the driver roll his eyes at him.

Huh. Odd. You’d think that a carriage driver would show more respect to his master. Was this boy truly that easy to bully?

“Young Master Nie, get back in the carriage. We are late as it is,” the driver moaned, frustrated, “Do you want to be caught standing here when your brother comes to look for you?”

The boy pouted but immediately moved to acquiesce, shooting Wei Ying an apologetic smile. Apparently he was that easy. Or perhaps it was the threat of his brother.

Wait.

Did that driver say Nie?

“My brother’s got better things to do. He’s not going to come looking. Don’t be so tense,” the boy said as he started to climb inside.

“Who’s not coming?” a clear, low voice sliced through the bustle of the town as a looming figure descended from the sky. Nie Mingjue’s boots hit the ground with a heavy thud.

And this could only be Nie Mingjue, newly decorated with the paraphernalia that marked him as the teenage leader of Qinghe Nie. Madam Yu was always careful to keep Wei Ying with the other disciples at conferences so he had never met the infamous Nie Mingjue nor his brother in person, but his presence matched everything that Wei Ying had heard about him in the past. So then, that boy was…

“Huaisang, want to explain to me why you broke curfew?”

Ah. Nie Huaisang. His reputation preceded him too, Wei Ying thought as he watched Nie Huaisang cower from his brother’s line of questioning.

“I took a little longer, that’s all…” he squeaked out.

Nie Mingjue scoffed. “A little longer? Is that what you call over three hours of my scouring for you? Do you think I don’t have anything better to do?!”

“Well then, go do them,” Huaisang muttered, defiant for but a few seconds before yelping pathetically when his brother marched forward and grabbed his ear.

“You’re mouthy!” Nie Mingjue growled, “Do you know how many people I have out searching right now? You’ve been gone since this morning! I told you to be back by lunchtime and it’s after dinnertime now! The sun has gone completely down!”

“I get it! It won’t happen again! DaGe, let go of me!” Nie Huaisang whined, batting at his older brother’s hand. Nie Mingjue gave his ear one last hard twist before relinquishing his hold.

“See to it that it doesn’t.”

Then, swiveling around to face the front of the carriage, Nie Mingjue’s face turned even more stern. He opened his mouth, presumably to yell at the driver. That’s when he saw Wei Ying.

“Huaisang, who's the kid?”

“I didn’t have the chance to ask,” Huaisang muttered, pouting as he came up behind his brother. “He’s not from here, that’s all I know.”

“Yeah, I’d say,” Nie Mingjue snapped back, “Yunmeng Jiang’s Clarity Bells aren’t exactly given out on the streets of Qinghe.”

Wei Ying’s hand immediately shot down to cover his bell. Nie Huaisang’s eyes whipped down to it before he could fully hide it from sight. His eyes widened and he stopped rubbing at his sore ear.

“You are a disciple of Yunmeng Jiang?” Nie Huaisang asked, doubt coloring his voice.

“I-I am not,” Wei Ying said. He could see the gears turning in the young master's head upon hearing his answer.

“Then…. Oh.”

Awkward understanding and recognition settled on Nie Huaisang’s face. Wei Ying looked down. He didn’t want to see the pity that would be there. Yu Ziyuan leaving Jiang Fengmian until he tossed out his street rat was the gossip of a lifetime. There’s no way the story hadn’t reached Qinghe Nie.

Suddenly, Nie Mingjue moved forward. In a few long strides, he stood before Wei Ying. He put his hands together into an upright salute.

“Qinghe Nie’s Nie Mingjue greets this young master,” Nie Mingjue said sharply, tone obviously hinting at the two boys to remember their manners.

“O-Oh! Qinghe Nie’s Nie Huaisang greets this young master,” Nie Huasiang greeted, following his brother’s example.

Wei Ying hesitated but even he wouldn’t dare refuse to greet a sect leader, especially after being greeted himself.

“Wei Ying greets Sect Leader Nie and young master Nie.” He sunk into a low salute. He used to be much more lax with them but with the way things were now, he could no longer afford to be so familiar with such high ranking cultivators. He was no longer anyone’s equal.

“You do not claim a sect?” Nie Mingjue rumbled, coking an eyebrow.

“I am… afraid the rumors are true. I am but a lone rogue cultivator now,” Wei Ying replied.

Nie Mingjue’s brow furrowed and he looked Wei Ying over.

“How old are you?”

“Wei Ying turns eleven this year.” The answer only deepened the frown on the young sect leader’s face.

“That’s too young to be a rogue cultivator, is it not?”

Well, everyone else and their moms sure believed it was. Hence why Wei Ying was so down on his cash. Wei Ying bit his tongue and refused to let his bitterness seep out. In truth, they were probably right.

“I am talented enough to be useful, sect leader,” Wei Ying replied. And he was. Youth aside, he already had his golden core mostly formed and he could fly on his sword for short bursts. He had soundly beaten Jiang Cheng in the sword fighting competition during the last discussion conference, taking first in his age group (Madam Yu had been livid and he had wished he hadn’t but the point stands).

“Yes, I remember hearing that about you,” Nie Mingjue affirmed before turning to his brother.

“Do you have an extra coat in there, Huaisang?”

“I do! I’ll get it!” Nie Huaisang said eagerly, scrambling back into the carriage.

“Sect Leader Nie, you’re too kind! I don’t need—” Wei Ying stared to protest, but a heavy hand on his shoulder cut him off. Nie Mingjue’s hand was large and fully covered Wei Ying’s bony shoulder, squeezing lightly. It was… surprisingly nice. And warm.

“Work it off, if you like. I could use talent in my sect right now. Come show me what you can do and I’ll give you the chance to work for the shelter I’ll provide.” Nie Mingjue’s hand tightened on Wei Ying’s shoulder, but it didn’t feel like a threat. Despite the strength behind the grip, Wei Ying was reminded of when his shijie would hold his hand and speak to him gently. It was comforting.

Huaisang rushed out of the carriage with a fur cloak and some gloves. He handed the gloves to his brother so he could drape the cloak around Wei Ying’s shivering form.

“Are you going to come stay with us?” Nie Huaisang asked. He almost looked excited at the prospect. He pulled the cloak tighter around Wei Ying as he spoke and began to do the buttons before Nie Mingjue batted his hands away and told him to let Wei Ying dress himself.

“The disciples my age don’t come to the Unclean Realms to train often so it’d be nice to have a friend! And you must have so many stories from all your travels!” Nie Huaisang chirped, eyes twinkling at the idea of having someone to talk to that wasn’t his brother.

“Well, kid?” Nie Mingjue asked as he handed Wei Ying the gloves.

They were warm.

Wei Ying nodded.

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tbc

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ii-newcomers · 3 years

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29. Pushing the Frontier

"Girls, today I’m teaching you a new game.” I said in the car on our way home for one of Angie’s monthly visits.

“What is it Mr Lopes?”

“Is it a surprise, Dad?”

“No, Princess, I can start telling you about it now.”

Whenever we brought her home from school she would be in the back seat talking about the things she wanted us to do when we got home.

“Angie, stop touching yourself, someone could see you from outside.”

We soon figured I had to sit on the back too, to keep an eye on her, or she would start touching herself right then, and that would have been unsafe.

“I’ll say it’s just an itch. It is an itch.”

You never let her be demanding, but it was still fun to hear talking crazy horny.

“Do as she says Angie, don’t get into dangerous habits.”

She composed herself.

“Princess, at your young age you have mastered your gag-reflex.”

“Thanks Dad, I do my best.”

“Today I’ll show you something called a deepthroat,” you said.

“Sounds nice Dad, just the name makes me tingle.”

“It’s great Flo,” said Angie. She wasn’t into gagging and I hadn’t forced her anymore, but she kept on surprising us with her sexual savvy. “There’s nothing like a good-sized cock down your throat. No, there is. Lots. Anyway.”

Aware of her contradictions and not minding a bit, you smiled at her. In the few months since she came into our lives you two had become very close, her skill at enhancing the pleasure you could give me being her main virtue to your eyes. I could see in the rearview mirror how Angie eyed you at your mention of your tingling, then holding herself from going to you and searching for the site of the sensation you were referring to.

“I can’t wait to see your dad fucking your throat Flo,” to which you replied with innocent giggling.

When we got home you took care of your belongings with your usual care, before coming to me with a smile and an open attitude to be taught. Angie had been wandering from my room to yours, consumed in anticipation.

“Come, Princess. Lay down on your back on Daddy’s big bed. Let your head hang down from the edge.”

Angie had already stripped and was reaching for my pants for me to follow her lead. You looked at us with your face inverted, having adopted the position I instructed. I allowed her to follow her impulses and engage in a thorough and dedicated fellatio.

“Okay Flo, now open wide. This will be easy for you. All you have to do is swallow your dad’s cock and not gag.” She had taken the reins and we allowed her to do so, it was pleasurable to have your little friend play the role of an experienced woman. In a way it was more than a role.

I slowly pushed my phallus deep inside your open mouth.

“Fuck Flo, you look so hot with your throat getting swollen by your dad’s cock.” She gently ran her fingers over your throat as I shaped it from within. When I withdrew she gave you a luscious kiss, spilling more of your saliva on your face in what could have seemed a careless manner, but we knew to be skillfully choreographed for the effect of a ravaged face in you.

“Flo, your mouth is so good to get fucked by your dad’s cock.”

She then moved over to take my phallus in her mouth.

“My turn Mr Lopes. I mean, could you please fuck my throat sir?” She giggled at her pretense of submissiveness.

As usual, without waiting for permission to be granted, she climbed on the bed and adopted the position in question. You, always placing the wellbeing of others first, sat up and gently rubbed her vagina as she proceeded to show her prowess in the maneuver you had just been presented with.

“Lick my pussy Flo, while your dad fucks my throat.”

You took turns, practicing intake while the other caressed the one receiving, a few cycles before turning into our more usual fares, that time in a much more gentle manner with you, my little princess.

As the afternoon turned into evening, after a light dinner break, we were back in the main bedroom.

"Come Flo, get closer, have a look at your father's cock going in and out my asshole."

Closer you could better enjoy the view, staring with your mouth half open.

"Do you like it, Flo? Do you like seeing how his cock stretches out my asshole? Get closer."

Some days I would perform only a vaginal penetration, others I would follow with the anal sex she enjoyed so much. This was one of those days.

“Yeah.” To your transfixed stare, I withdrew and her anus showed the natural dilation induced by me.

"Flo, lick my asshole please. Lick it now that it's gaping."

I nodded to your silent request for permission and did as she requested, around the rim and tickling it with your tongue. She moaned loudly and flexed her sphincters, opening and closing.

"She's blinking Flo. I'm sure you'll get it in no time my baby girl."

"Of course Dad, I will." You nodded and smiled. There it was, you had an assignment.

Later on it was your turn to have your anus penetrated while she was watched close up.

"Let's see that blinking now Flo." she said when I withdrew

We had been having such a good time you had forgotten, then you flexed your muscles down there.

"There we go princess, that's a nasty anal freak for Daddy.”

“You know Flo, you can also blink with your dad's cock inside your asshole. Give it a try."

I got in again and you again flexed, this time as I slid my phallus back and forth.

“Good girl!” I said.

“Hey! Don't I get any credit?“

“I do appreciate your concern for my daughter's education Angie.”

“Thank you Mr Lopes! Do I get your cum today for that?”

“You do Angie, thanks to Flo having such a sweet and selfless character.”

***

Part of Angie’s charm was her unbound enthusiasm.

“Mr Lopes, what’s the most times you’ve cummed on the same day with Flo?”

It was late afternoon. We had already had the sexual entrée of that Tuesday’s visit. We had moved on to have Angie over for the two consecutive nights every month. We were going through a heat wave that summer, so a late dip was called for and we were resting by the swimming pool.

“That was the first time he fucked my asshole,” you speaking in my stead was another sweet way of tending to my comfort. “He cummed three times, and pretty much in a row.”

“You guys need to give me more details of all your wild fucking.”

“We keep nothing from you, Angie dear.” I said in a soft tone. She already knew the limits I had set, she only needed a reminder now and then. The rough treatment you enjoyed so much, for her had been only a welcoming rite, after which keeping her in line was an agreeable chore we shared.

“Angie, we shouldn’t talk like this here.” you spoke in a low voice, not a whisper, which by its very nature has an even greater pull on prying ears.

She clasped her hand on her mouth, then broke in laughter and her pretense of alarm.

“What are you talking about, you just … yourself.” she caught herself from falling into explicit language again, always in a lighthearted tone.

“Yeah. Still, what’s the rush, we can go on talking about it inside.”

“Okay.” She replied with partially veiled impatience.

Our stay outdoors was shortened by her curiosity. She had endeared herself to us and we didn’t mind her stretching the bounds.

“Can I masturbate on your bed Flo? I promise I won’t shout too loud, the neighbours will never guess what freaks we are.”

We were on our way to change our swimming suits in our respective rooms. We had gone each our own way, but she spoke well within earshot.

“Come here, Angie dear.” I called her from my room.

“I’m dressing, Mr Lopes.” Short pause. “Should I go anyway?”

You both took my silence in the affirmative and walked in, you behind her, stark naked, into my bedroom.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it Angie, but I intend to spare a few of your orgasms from masturbation.”

“Alright.” her anticipation was transparent in her grin. “So...”, our attention prompted her, “how many times? Three?”

She crawled on the bed, laying on her back, her knees up and spread open, despite my offer she was caressing the inner face of her thighs.

“Yep,” you crawled to her side, “three. You know, my first time getting my dad’s cock in my asshole was special, I’m glad I got it then.”

“I bet you’re glad. I mean, I don’t mean to be demanding sir, but we’ve never had you cum more than once.”

“Maybe this will be our first time, Angie dear.”

“Dad, you don’t have to.”

“Of course not princess, but as long as it’s fun I wouldn’t discard it a priori.”

“Yeah, I can be a lot of fun.” she said, moving on to stimulate your nipples with her tongue. “Hey, while we’re at it, when are you planing to start fucking Flo’s pussy, Mr Lopes? Flo, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Angie, that is quite a momentous event to make it part of a light-hearted record-breaking.”

She hesitated and paused, probably discarding comments contradicting my statement.

“It’s okay Angie. Dad knows what’s best for me, and that’s all that matters. I love what we do, and I know I’ll love what he’ll be showing me later on. Like you say Dad, all in dew time.”

“That’s right princess. Now, let’s not digress and get back to the current order of business.”

We went on to what could seem a fairly long run, above two hours, but for us was what we had grown accustomed to expect.

“Am I gonna get to see the fireworks again today Mr Lopes?” she said, shortly after you two had done your playful sharing of my semen. We were sprawled on my bed, close together, caressing each other.

“Angie, quit pressing my dad.”

“Don’t worry Flo, I feel under no pressure.”

“So?”

“Let’s see after dinner, Angie dear.”

We donned our comfortable lounging loose clothing and went to the kitchen. Once there, she strove to take my attention away from setting up our dinner together, the way we usually do.

“Angie, he said after dinner.”

She was pressing her backside against my still flaccid penis, though her insistence was having some effect on its size.

“Okay. Sorry Mr Lopes.” Her sweet insincere apology. “But I can tell you’re ready for it, aren’t you?”

“What can I say Angie? You have a truly uncanny ability to read a man’s sexual disposition.”

“Thanks. Yeah, I’ve made the best of my little time, you know. I’m just a little girl.” She said giggling.

We went on with our planned order, to start with the dinner.

“Now?” She said, as soon as we finished dessert.

“Dishes.” I instructed. She caught up with my meaning. There were simple duties that couldn’t be pushed aside.

She took care of the chore by herself, proving once again the overwhelming power of motivation.

“Hey, don’t start without me! That’s not fair Flo, you get to fuck him every day.”

You had sat on my lap, giving shape to my erection.

“Not every day Angie, I wish. Only every other week.” you replied, stretching your arms above you, back to reach my head, your body giving way to soft twitching from the anticipated pleasure.

“Yeah, I know. Whatever. You still do it twice as much as I do, and you get to suck his cock every single night too.” She had finished and was coming over to us.

She stood by our side, as if she were uncertain for a second on her course of action. She never was, she could mould into any arrangement we could, when she hadn’t started one of her own making.

“We’ve never fucked in the kitchen guys. Have you?”

“I’m not much into sexual games involving food Angie.” I replied, providing information you had never needed me to make explicit.

“Who said anything about food? Let’s fuck in the kitchen. You know, cock, not cook.” She reached under you to make physical her meaning.

You jumped off my lap.

“Sounds fun. Would you like it, Dad?”

“It’s highly unlikely I won’t like anything coming from you princess.”

“Look, he’s already hard.” She carefully extracted my rapidly hardening penis, her description almost true.

We recreated her suggestion, and though it was undeniably pleasurable, we didn’t feel strongly inclined to repeat it on another occasion, I took you two to my bed for my culmination.

“We made it.” She sighed deeply.

“You have cummed lots Angie, what’s the big deal with Dad cumming more times?”

“Flo, guys can’t go on fucking after they cum. I thought you knew that.” She teased you. “So, it is a big deal, not all that many girls can pull it.”

“We just fucked for two straight hours, just in the afternoon, not counting the morning. You can’t keep it up much longer yourself, even you need a break after a while.” It wasn't arguing, not in the charged sense, you were only developing your line of argumentation. The loving tone made all the difference.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s fun. I don’t know, I just find it fun, get a guy hard over and over. Don’t you?”

“It’s not fun if Dad isn't having fun.”

“I can tell when a guy’s having fun, can’t you?”

“Angie, you will learn with time that sexual stimulus and response are not synonymous with the joy of sex.”

“Teach me Mr Lopes.”

She enjoyed sometimes pretending to have an intellect duller than what I could tell was the case, she never missed my meaning.

“Dad,” you had gently verified the absolutely drained state of my penis. “Don’t listen to her.”

“Mr Lopes, would like to give me a chance? Let’s break the record.”

“It’s okay princess, I won’t keep on insisting in an endeavour that’s only meant to be enjoyable. Go ahead Angie, I’m all yours.”

“I don’t need all of you, with all due respect, sir.” Giggling as she sat on my chest, falling on my penis and enveloping it in her mouth, easily fitting inside in its diminished state.

As soon as she started, while I was under the impression her efforts were going to be in vain, you came up with your remarkable resourcefulness.

You took the sex-toy we had grown fond of, and used it in her vagina and anus, stimulating her sensible areas with its vibration, then penetrating her; in the proper, hygienic order. As she demonstrated her appreciation for your initiative, you added your tongue into the mix.

Your presentation and her response was all that was missing.

“Flo, you’re a genius.” she said in a pause within the fellation she was now able to perform properly.

“I just know my dad really well.”

“Let’s not stay in the figure Angie.” I said as I got off from below her and went into action, to show her the deed had to be completed, and our enjoyment had to be the justification of her exercise.

After half-an-hour I knew cutting that last leg short was going to be necessary in order not to lose the initial momentum for my erection. It wasn’t a splendid climax, but it was pleasurable all the same.

“You’re welcome Mr Lopes.” she said, my semen dripping from her lips.

“Angie!” you gave her a playful slap on her shoulder.

“Granting your whim was highly enjoyable, let’s leave it at that.”

“Thank you Mr Lopes.” she said, mellowing into a warm embrace with you as she corrected herself, with an endearing shade of apology in her expression of gratitude..

We were so happy about everything.

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masterskywalkers · 4 years

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De Sardet Questionnaire

Original questionnaire can be found here, put together by @visceralcoma!

This got a little long (as is usual with me) but here’s the questionnaire for my De Sardet, Caleb!

1. What is De Sardet’s given name? Caleb De Sardet. 2. What is the name Arelwin would have given De Sardet (assuming Petrus told them and its different than their given name)? Arelwin would have named him Tawa, which means sun. 3. What was their relationship with Constantin like when they were teens? Caleb and Constantin always had a near inseparable connection to one another. Where one was you'd usually find the other, and that didn't change as they grew older. Caleb was the one to always make sure Constantin wasn't doing anything too stupid or questionable, and Constantin was the one who helped to gently pull Caleb out of the shy shell he cocooned himself in throughout his childhood, making sure Caleb found a comfort with himself. Together the both of them built a unique level of trust and comfort, as well as a safe space where they could just be themselves without any of the judgements and expectations of the outside world. 4. What is a special heartwarming memory of your De Sardet and Constantin? As children, both Caleb and Constantin were obsessed with adventure. They'd play make believe games where they were explorers or heroes, and such games usually involved the two of them running around the house brandishing wooden swords. On one day in particular, the two of them were playing in the gardens. As was usual a young Constantin was trying to play a noble hero, brandishing his sword and speaking some over the top soliloquy. Something that was said started Caleb laughing, and Constantin's shocked reactions to his humour only set Caleb off further. Constantin didn't really mind however (even if he did act offended - his growing grin and eventual own laughter was a big give away to his lack of true annoyance), he was just happy to hear his cousin laughing so freely.

5. Did your De Sardet and Constantin ever have a fight? If so, about what?Nothing really serious that would have caused any strain or lasting effect on their relationship, but there were of course some disagreements. Caleb would point out when Constantin was being particularly reckless to the point he would be putting himself in danger - but mostly Caleb's annoyances would be born out of concern over Constantin's well being. Constantin might occasionally push Caleb too much when it came to moments where Caleb wanted to be left alone, and that could often spark some bickering between them. They always apologised and made up not much later though. They didn't much like being angry or upset with the other for too long. 6. What was the relationship like with Princess Livie (their adoptive mother)? Caleb and her were very close. She always had a caring hand to offer him, and Livie was very much a source of comfort for Caleb. Livie would always tell Caleb how proud she was of him, and as he grew older how much she admired the man he grew up to become. Some of Caleb's kindness and compassion comes from that which Livie showed towards him growing up, and Caleb more or less adored her. 7. Did De Sardet ever have a pet growing up? What happened to it? Nope, Caleb never had any pets. 8. What was De Sardet’s relationship with their uncle (Constantin’s father)?Uncomfortable. There was always something about his uncle that unnerved Caleb, but as a child he could never really put his finger on what the underlying problem he had of him was. He assumed it was simply because he didn't understand nor like how he treated Constantin, but that didn't stop the squirming discomfort Caleb would feel when it came to his uncle's behaviour towards himself. Caleb always felt he was under some kind of scrutiny or trail. It's not until Caleb learns the truth later that he realised that the reason he never felt comfortable in the presence of his uncle was because his uncle never saw either Constantin or he as people, but rather as pawns in his own political game. Caleb was very much seen as an asset, and Constantin was just 'the child he resented had lived while his oldest son had died'. 9. Did De Sardet ever get into trouble with their mother and uncle? Were they a frequent troublemaker? There were ... instances where Caleb would end up being told off by his uncle. Those occasions usually involved Constantin, and his uncle would always manage to say something like 'I suspected it of you, son, but not of my dear nephew'. It was always words used to wound Constantin, and there were many times where afterwards Caleb would end up hugging him as his cousin cried, wanting to know why his father detested him so much. Caleb's mother on the other hand was more lenient with the boys. She wasn't blind to how her brother treated his son, and could see no harm in Constantin and Caleb playing and acting like the children their age should be. Of course there were times where she would remind one or both of them that they were of noble standing and had to be a little more respectable, but otherwise she left them to it. 10. Did De Sardet have many other friends? He didn't have any other friends. Only Constantin. 11. How did they handle growing up with their mark? Did people mention it? Talk about? Treat them differently? How did De Sardet respond to them? Badly. The mark was always something that unsettled people. Children would whisper, laugh or outright avoid him, and even adults would occasionally comment on how strange and unusual it was. It frustrated and upset Caleb, so much so that both his mother and Constantin would find him crying over it. Constantin would often defend him from the other children, feeling a protective streak over his cousin. Livie would rub his back as he cried into his pillow or his sheets, telling him things like how beautiful a boy he was both inside and out in an attempt to make him feel better. When he got older, Caleb grew his facial hair out in an attempt to try and cover most of the mark up. It ... helped stop some of the staring, enough that Caleb learnt not to care about what other people thought. 12. What are De Sardet’s favourite: food, colour, music (genre/instrument), weather, season, and animal? Food: Crab. Wine. Colour: Blue & Red Music: Piano. Weather: Sunny. Season: Autumn. Caleb likes the different colours of the leaves that fall. Animal: Horses. 13. What was their first thought of Vasco, Siora, Aphra, and Petrus when they met them? Vasco: I don't think we're going to get along, he seemed quite upset that I called his ship a boat. Siora: I have only been in this city for five minutes, but I will already try my best to help you in whatever way I can. Aphra: ... Still not convinced she wasn't going to shoot me if her gun hadn't fallen in the water. Petrus: Not quite sure what to make of you, but for now I'll leave my suspicions be. After all, diplomacy amongst our allies is imperative right now. 14. If they had one, who was De Sardet’s first kiss and/or love? You know, I don't think Caleb's had any real love or romance before heading to the island. I always imagine that Constantin is the one that's had many lovers, and then comes back and ends up telling Caleb about the newest person he's 'in love with' (it never lasts. A few days later and Constantin's found something else to fascinate him). Caleb listens to Constantin because he doesn't have much choice likes to see Constantin happy, even if he there a lot of moments that end up like: Constantin: Cousin! I'm in love with them! Caleb: ((shrugs)) okay fine you're in love with them - you've been with them a day. Do you even really know them?? Then one day after a 'breakup' (that's not really a breakup but rather Constantin getting bored of his most recent lover), Constantin's complaining to Caleb about them, and it comes up that they weren't even a good kisser. And Constantin is like 'you know when you find someone and you kiss them and it's like ... magic?', and Caleb's like 'I don't, actually'. At first Constantin is sad for his cousin because he thinks Caleb means he's never had a lover or someone whose kissed him that way, but then he realises that no, Caleb means he's never been kissed full stop. Constantin is shocked, but then considers how Caleb never talks about his love interests and realises it's because he hasn't had any, and suddenly Constantin is determined because 'this won't do. You can't never experience a first kiss, cousin." Constantin ends up being his first kiss, and Caleb still doesn't really understand how. ... Caleb also never acknowledges how he felt in that moment and shoves his feelings away into a box and locks it away to the back of his mind because that is Constantin and he certainly shouldn't be having confusing thoughts over him. Caleb's first love is Vasco. He ends up falling pretty deep into that love. 15. Did De Sardet have any childhood/teen crushes on anyone? Describe how they realized it and how they behaved. Hmmmm not really? I reckon there were some visitors that Caleb ended up thinking 'oh wow' about, but not in any real attraction or 'oh no I like them' way. He wasn't really interested when he was younger, and tended to avoid a lot of people until his mid teens. 16. What subjects were their favourite to learn while being taught by Sir De Courcillion? History and magical studies. 17. What was their relationship with Kurt initially like when he became their bodyguard and/or when he became their Master of Arms? At first Kurt intimidated him, but that quickly dissipated once he got to know him. Caleb really respected Kurt's talents and training - even if he did push him to the limits a lot of the time. He could tell Kurt was passionate about his swordsmanship, and although he couldn't really see why a bodyguard had been assigned to him, Caleb eventually learnt to appreciate it. The two of them got along well and developed a friendship. I imagine Kurt was one of the first to discover Caleb's interest in pistols, and ended up gifting him his very first one. It was very much a 'you're better with it than you are with a sword, Greenblood'. Caleb later adapted his fighting ability to include it alongside his magic ring. 18. What was Kurt’s initial assessment of De Sardet when he began teaching them to fight? That Caleb was absolutely useless with a real sword. It was very much that 'hands on hips and long suffering sigh as he mutters 'we have a long way ahead of us'' type of feeling for Kurt, knowing he had a lot of work cut out for him in order for Caleb to be able to defend himself in a way that was actually half decent. 19. What did De Sardet specialize into first and why? Magic ring, mostly because it was a big interest of his. There was ... a lot of trail and error. Courcillion still has a burn mark on his desk from a rather significant failure of a magic lesson. 20. What did they feel when they learned they were adopted and the circumstances behind it? Oh, Caleb was absolutely crushed and so lost. He didn't really know where he belonged for a while knowing that the family he thought was his by blood never was. He felt too much ingrained with the Congregation to ever find acceptance with the Natives anymore, and he didn't feel as if he would ever really fit in as a Naut - even if Vasco assured him he would be accepted with open arms. Yet at the same time he began to understand why he felt like an outcast growing up - because he was never truly meant to be a part of the Congregation. Vasco, Kurt and Siora really helped him get through things, and Constantin's reassurances that nothing changed between them even if they weren't cousins by blood helped. But it wasn't until he met his true aunt that Caleb found a peace in himself. While it was nice knowing that he still had a familial connection alive and well, it was one of the first pieces in a wheel that allowed him to realise that it didn't matter where he came from or where his origins stemmed from, at the end of the day he would set his own path to become the person he wanted to be. Him and Vasco had a long talk the night after returning to New Sérène over their familiar feelings.

#greedfall #de sardet #male de sardet #m!de sardet #ch: caleb de sardet

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soundofseventeen · 5 years

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The Prince and the Pauper (Boo Seungkwan)

Hello! I’m so sorry but the next part might not be posted on Friday like planned? If it isn’t it will be posted on Sunday or Monday but we shall see!

Master List

(gif by @shipping-samurai)

*Fairy Tale*

“Wait one second…” You said, trying to process the information you were hearing. “What?”

“We need you to be the princess until our princess returns.” The knight said, as if that was the most obvious solution.

“No offence, but how am I supposed to pass as the princess?” You sat back in your chair, crossing your arms.

“Because as her twin you share-”

“Woah, woah, twin?” You looked at your mother, who had a small shade of fear on her face. “I’m not a twin? It’s just been me and my mom my whole life.” The knight looked at you for a couple seconds, turning to your mother.

“You never told her.” You expected your mother to be confused, but instead she just sighed.

“How could I?”

“Tell… Tell me what…” You looked at your mother in fear, hoping this wasn’t true.

“Back when I was pregnant with you, our King and Queen learned they couldn’t have children. Due to keeping an image, they searched the kingdom for a baby to adopt…”

“That doesn’t make sense… You raised me?”

“I raised you, but not your sister.”

“My what.”

“When you were born, I actually had twins.” She sighed, going back and forth between looking you in the eye and looking away. “Due to the stigma of having twins in a royal family, especially as the first born, the king and queen only took one.” You stared at your mother in disbelief.

“You��re not serious.” You said, and this time she couldn’t look you in the eyes. “How could you do that?”

“You have to understand my situation. Your father had just died, I was pregnant and near giving birth, no other family, no money… I was scared.” She sighed, playing with her apron. “When they came to me with the offer, I couldn’t refuse…”

“Miss, we assure you this is temporary.” The knight spoke up, and you turned your attention back to him.

“What is temporary?” You said, slightly forgetting why he was here.

“With our princess away, we need a stand in. We just need your face, really. You wouldn’t have to do anything else but stand tall and smile.” He said, looking at your mother. “Of course, for your troubles, there would be compensation. Part now, the rest when we return her. Depending how well she plays the part, the compensation could be more.” You looked around the cottage, rundown and so many things that needed to be fixed.

“Y/N, you don’t have to-”

“I’ll do it.”

*Today*

“Vernon, no!” You said, managing to just catch a glass before it shattered on the floor.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry.” He said, hands in the air.

“It’s alright. No harm done.” You sighed, flipping the glass and catching it. “You just gotta be careful. We don’t have that many glasses.”

“My first day and I almost break something. Nice.” He sighs, leaning on the bar.

“Actually, it’s your first hour, and I saved you from owing the bar 3 bucks.” You smiled, patting his shoulder. “It’s your first day Vernon, it’ll get better.”

“My heads just not here today.” He muttered, staring at the window. “I’m trying, I swear.”

“I know you are. Plus, to be fair, is your head ever here? You seem like the type to be dazed a lot.” You joked, causing him to give you a glare. You laughed as he smirked though, shaking your head. “Okay, come on. I’ll show you how to do some stuff in back.” You walked to the back of the room, Vernon following. As you entered the back you thought you heard the front door shutting, glancing up front. You could see a person, grinning at Vernon.

“Okay, go get them some water. I’ll be up in a second to make their drink, but it’s good practice.” You nudged, Vernon anxiously walking to the front. He stopped when he saw the person sitting at the bar, relief washing over him.

“So, this is where you work now.” Seungkwan said, smiling at Vernon.

“Uh huh. I’m actually paying my own way buddy.” He sighed, getting a glass to fill with water, carefully.

“That’s a first.” Seungkwan laughed, Vernon slowly walking towards Seungkwan.

“I didn’t mooch off of you that much.”

“How long have we lived together?”

“Shut up.” He grinned, putting the glass down in front of him. He let out a cheer as you walked to the front of the bar, looking at the water.

“You forgot a coaster.” You called out, laughing as Vernon looked from you to the glass of water, groaning slightly.

*Fairy Tale*

“I don’t want to.” Seungkwan said, pacing his parents room. “I barely even know her! I’ve only seen her a few times at parties! I don’t think I’ve ever even spoken to her!”

“You don’t have a choice. The deal has already been made.” His father said, sighing at his son.

“But you just made the deal! We can still get out of this. We can still back out.” He countered, knowing that wasn’t possible by the look on his face.

“Son, forging our two kingdoms is the only way we can continue to work. Our kingdom is small compared to the others out there, and we will need to grow in order to stay alive. Joining our kingdoms will increase the size and strength.” Seungkwan stopped at the window, sighing.

“They’re already on their way, aren’t they?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“They’ll be here by dinner.”

“And I don’t have a choice here?”

“Not without giving up the throne.”

“Fine.” Seungkwan turned to his father. “I’ll marry her. But I don’t have to be happy about it.”

“Just give the princess a chance.”

Now Seungkwan stood in front of the castle, waiting for your arrival. You sat in the carriage, a dress that cost more than all the money you’ve ever owned on, your stomach threatening to return the fancy breakfast you had before leaving. This wasn’t part of the deal. You thought you would just have to stand still and look pretty, but now you were meeting the man who was engaged to the princess? When was she going to come and take her life back?

“We’re almost there Y/N.” The knight said, giving you a look of sympathy. “Hopefully the princess is found soon and you will be able to return to your mother.”

“What if she doesn’t? Am I supposed to just… Marry this guy?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“...What’s your name?” You asked, realizing he never told you. He looked at you, confused by your question.

“Why?”

“So I don’t have to keep calling you Sir Knight.” He smiled a bit, nodding his head.

“It’s Wonwoo.”

“Alright. So I can count on you then Wonwoo?”

“Of course Miss.” He chuckled, looking out the window. “Time to put your acting face on. We have arrived.”

*Today*

“So, I take it you two are friends?” You said, walking up as Vernon put a coaster under the glass of water.

“He’s my roommate.” Vernon said, pointing at the boy. “Y/N, this is Seungkwan. Seungkwan, this is Y/N.” You smiled at him as he nodded his head.

“Have you been here before? You look really familiar.” You commented, leaning on the bar. Seungkwan looked at Vernon, shaking his head.

“I didn’t know this place existed until Vernon told me he had a job here.” He looked around, taking in the bar.

“Hm.” You shrugged, he must have just looked like another customer. “Well, welcome. What can I get you?”

“Uh… I’ll have a soda?”

“Coming right up.” You said, going to get the drink. As you walked away, Seungkwan turned to Vernon.

“So… She’s cute.” He said, causing Vernon to look at his friend, then back to you.

“Yeah, I guess? I don’t know, she’s cool. She hired me and everything so that’s nice. Plus she… Woah, wait.” He looked back to Seungkwan. “You said she was cute.”

“Yeah?”

“You never think anyone is cute. I’ve been trying to find you a cute date for months, and every single time you tell me you didn’t feel it. You meet Y/N for 2 seconds and now you just casually call her cute?”

“Maybe?” Seungkwan said, giving Vernon a look. Vernon pointed back at you, mouthing ‘Seriously??’. Seungkwan shrugged, seeing you coming back. He quickly shushed Vernon, who stopped just as you got back to the bar.

“One soda.” You smiled, confused by the sudden silence between the two boys.

“Thank you.” Seungkwan said, taking a sip.

“So, what do you do Seungkwan?” You asked, looking at him. Seungkwan opened his mouth to answer, but Vernon beat him to it.

“Oh, Seungkwan here is taking some time off. He’s gonna be the next successor at his dad’s company, so he’s trying to be a youth before he has to be some big exec that always has to wear a suit and hate his life.” You both looked at Vernon, then each other.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” He laughed, giving Vernon a look.

“Well, good luck with that.” You said, going to check on another customer.

“Thank you, for that.” Seungkwan said, Vernon just grinning.

*Fairy Tale*

“You’re nothing like I pictured.” Seungkwan said, walking along the lake with you. You sighed, internally conflicted. You had to agree with him. Seungkwan was… Nothing like you expected. You were mentally prepared to meet some shallow, small minded prince who was only looking for some pretty face to stand by his side and produce an heir. Then you met this prince who was actually sweet and kind and talked about seeing the world before taking the throne and was friends with several people in his own village.

And he seemed to genuinely like you.

Which made you feel all the more worse for lying.

Because once the actual princess came back to her senses and returned to the kingdom, she would take your place and you would return home. But then Seungkwan would be with someone he thought he knew, but it ended up being you. Or, not you. If you thought about it too much it causes your head to pound.

You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him so badly. Part of you had the daydream that if you told him the truth, he’d pick you anyway and you’d both live happily ever after. The rest of you knew that if you told him, not only would you probably never see him again, but then you would have broken your contract.

But it tore you up inside to keep lying to him.

“Neither are you.” You said, looking at some plants hanging from a tree.

“I mean, at every ball or event I’ve seen you at, your personality is completely different. When my father told me about the engagement, I was honestly scared.” You looked at him. “I thought I would be trapped with someone who would never talk to me, but you’re so easy for me to talk to.”

“Well, I’ve enjoyed talking to you.” You said, playing the part while telling the truth. Just a little bit. “Where are we going?”

“A special spot.” He smiled, and you started to worry. He was really falling for you.

“As long as we’re back before-”

“Don’t worry princess. We’ll be back before that knight of yours notices you’re gone.” Seungkwan laughed, stopping by the lake. You stopped by him, looking around. Was this the special place?

“Is this the-”

“It doesn’t seem like much, but if you stand here at the right time on the right day, the moon will reflect straight along the lake. If it’s big enough, practically the whole lake lights up. It’s pretty magical.” You looked out into the lake, and he was right. It wasn’t fully filling the lake, but the lake itself was practically glowing. With the fireflies fluttering above it, it really was a magical place to be.

“Do you like it?” He asked, and you suddenly realized he was watching you. You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“It’s beautiful.” You said, making eye contact with him. He searched your eyes for a bit, taking a deep breath.

“There’s another reason I brought you here, actually.” He said, and you felt your stomach start to drop already.

“Really?” You asked nervously. Seungkwan nodded his head.

“I know we haven’t known each other that long, and we’re already technically engaged, but I still feel like I should do this properly. So, I was wondering if…”

You couldn’t do this.

“Seungkwan, stop.” You said, stepping away from him. He gave you a panicked look.

“What? Is everything alright?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“No, nothing’s alright.” You looked at him, tears starting in your eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

*Today*

“Hey Y/N, what are you doing tonight?” Vernon asked, popping up next to you. You gave him a confused look, raising an eyebrow.

“Uhm. I don’t know, probably my usual routine. Why?” You asked, and Vernon just grinned at you.

“So, if you were to be set up on a totally-non-date situation with someone, you’d probably be able to show up?”

“Vernon, I don’t want to go on a date.” You sighed, picking up some glasses.

“It’s not a date.”

“If you’re set up with someone by another someone, it’s technically a blind date. Which means it’s a date.” You looked at him. “I don’t want to go on a date.”

“But if-”

“No.” You said sternly. “I just… I don’t date, okay? I have glasses to clean.” You said, officially walking away, leaving Vernon looking defeated. He made his way back to Seungkwan, who was watching a video on his phone.

“So what’s the plan for tonight? Usual things?” Seungkwan asked as Vernon approached, half looking up.

“I guess so.” Vernon sighed, leaning on the bar.

“What?” Seungkwan asked, noticing something off. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He said, but Seungkwan didn’t quite believe him. “Nothing! It’s really nothing. Honestly. Just an idea I had that didn’t pan out.”

“What was the idea?”

“It’s nothing. I just thought maybe…” He looked up at Seungkwan, raising an eyebrow. “You know what? I might have to work late tonight, you want to just meet me here?”

“Yeah sure. I gotta run now but I guess I’ll be back when you’re done?”

“I’ll send you a text.” Vernon said, waving as Seungkwan as he left. He grinned to himself, there might be a way this will work out after all.

“What are you grinning at.” You asked, stopping as you saw Vernon just standing by the bar smiling at no one.

“Oh, nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Okay… Well, we just have a couple more things to go over and then you’re free to go!”

*Fairy Tale*

“No offense, and this is coming from someone who has a lot of gray area in his life, but I don’t think you handled this that well.” Vernon said, looking at Seungkwan, miserably looking out a window.

“She lied to me, okay? Everything she said was a lie from the start!”

“But then she told you the truth!” Vernon argued, causing Seungkwan to sigh and look at him. “That means she felt bad enough about lying to you that before it got too serious she told you the truth!”

“Well, yeah. But-”

“And, as someone who’s known you a very, very, VERY, long time, I know you have very strong feelings for her.” Seungkwan looked at his feet, kicking the carpet.

“They’re not that strong.” He mumbled, causing Vernon to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, now who’s lying your Highness?” He smirked, Seungkwan glaring at him. Seungkwan took a deep breath, looking out the window.

“Did you find out what happened to the actual princess?”

“Kind of? It wasn’t easy, but I have ears everywhere. Apparently, she met some villager, a blacksmith, I think? Anyway, after meeting him, she decided she didn’t want the royal lifestyle, and ran away with him to start a new life. At least, we think. That or she’s hiding in a cave somewhere.” Vernon shrugged.

“So either way, the marriage and merging of our two kingdoms is pretty much shot.” He said, looking at his friend.

“Well, I don’t know much about royal politics, but yeah, I’d say the odds aren’t looking too good.” Vernon cleared his throat, walking towards the prince. “You know, if you wanted to find her, I may have a source or two.”

“What good would finding her do?” Seungkwan asked, looking at him.

“Well, you could talk it out. Actually see the girl you’ve fallen for. Confess your love. Get married. Live happily ever after. The whole shebang.” Vernon rambled, the smirk coming back.

“What are the odds of that happening?” He sighed, crossing his arms.

“Knowing you, and the little I’ve heard about this… What was her name?”

“...Y/N.”

“Right, this Y/N, I think the odds might be pretty good.” He shrugged. “Just a thought, if you want.”

“...Who’s this source?” Seungkwan looked at him, genuinely thinking about his offer.

“A friend. He’s… Well, he’s…”

“Let me a guess. A thief like you?”

“Pretty much. Though, he’s a better thief than me.” He grinned. “Let me know what you think, I have a crown to steal.”

“I told you to stop telling me when you plan on stealing things.” Seungkwan sighed, Vernon patting his back. “It really makes it difficult to claim your innocence.”

“Sorry buddy. I’m going to… not... steal a crown?”

“Just go.” Seungkwan said as Vernon walked towards the door. “Hey Sol?” Vernon stopped in his tracks, turning his head to the prince. “Maybe ask your friend about it.”

“As you wish.” Vernon grinned, officially exiting the room. As he walked down the hall, he saw Prince Chan walking down the hall towards him. As he passed, Vernon grabbed his arm, pulling him with.

“Just the guy I was looking for.” Vernon said, Chan looking back at Seungkwan’s door.

“Listen, I’d love to help you, but I need to go talk to Seungkwan about-”

“This is for Seungkwan. We need the help of a thief, specifically one thief. A certain thief who happens to be excellent at finding things… or people. Please?” He smirked, Chan sighing. He turned to Vernon, crossing his arms, dropping his voice.

“Fine. What do you need?”

*Today*

You walked back up to the front of the bar, finally appreciating a break in the day. Vernon had left a couple hours ago, and the night bartender didn’t come in for another hour or so. But the last rush had just finished up, and hopefully the next one wouldn’t start until after you left. As you got up front, you tilted your head at Seungkwan sitting at the bar.

“Hey.” You said, causing him to look towards you.

“Hi there.” He said, waving a hand.

“What brings you back here?” You asked, walking up to him.

“Oh, I’m waiting for Vernon. We live together so-”

“Vernon already left...” He just stared at you.

“What.”

“Yeah, a couple hours ago? He hasn’t been here for a while…” He stared at you for a second longer, eventually putting a hand to his face.

“Oh my god. I’m going to kill him.” Seungkwan muttered, causing you to laugh.

“Look, I’m sure he just forgot…” You said, feeling a warm breeze blow past. You looked around, wondering why a fan would be out today. “Did you feel that?”

“The wind? Yeah I’m sure it was from the…” He started to point towards the door, but you both fell unconscious before he could finish.

You woke up, blinking slowly as you looked around this… Was it a tavern? It had to be, the smell of alcohol was very strong. The alcohol had different appearances that you were used to. How was there so much? The last thing you remember was some thief trying to get you to come with him to see the prince… Did he bring you here? You slowly sat up, looking around. You didn’t see the thief, but he could still be here. You don’t remember drinking anything though.

You froze as you heard a groan come from the other side of the bar, starting to panic. Whoever was here with you, clearly since you had been knocked unconscious, probably wasn’t nice. You saw a large stick, slowly grabbing it.

“Where am I…” You heard the person mutter, gripping the stick and preparing to jump up. You silently counted to three, quickly hopping up and yelling. You stopped as soon as you saw who it was, but you still caused him to fall off of the chair he was on.

“Seungkwan?” You said, lowering the stick as he stood up, rubbing his head.

“Hello to you too.” He said, wincing a little bit. He pulled his hand back, seeing some blood on his hand. “Oh, that’s great.”

“Oh gosh, let me find some bandages…” You quickly said, searching behind the counter. This is the weirdest tavern you’ve ever been in. Eventually you found a box with a big red cross on it, finding bandages and other things inside. “Here, hold still.”

Seungkwan sat still as you looked at his head, seeing the small cut. Fortunately, it didn’t look to deep. You quickly put something on it, wrapping up his head.

“Thank you.” He said, half looking at you.

“Where do-”

“I’m sorry.” Seungkwan said, looking at his hands. You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “I… I overreacted when you told me about who you were. I acted impulsively in asking you to leave, and I’m sorry. I should have talked about it, not pushed you away.”

“I’m sorry too.” You said, causing him to look at you. “I shouldn’t have lied. I shouldn’t have pretended to be the princess. I thought it would be quick and easy, and then I could go back to my old life. I never thought that I would meet someone like you and I just… I’m so sorry.”

“So… What do we do now…?” Seungkwan asked, letting out a chuckle. You looked around the tavern, clearly not in your kingdom.

“Well, we should probably figure out where we are…” You offered, causing him to nod his head. Seungkwan stood up, holding out a hand.

“Let’s go then.”

#seventeen au #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen oneshot #seventeen series #seventeen x reader #boo seungkwan #seungkwan au #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan fic #seungkwan oneshot #seungkwan x reader #fairy tale au

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skies7536 · 6 years

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Life Is Pain

After a devastating explosion on Onderon, communication was cut off from the planet. However, out of hope or morbid desperation, retired clone Medic Commander Wyn sent a constant transmission to the planet in hopes to get a response. On the surface of his cluttered desk, a holo date hovered at the right corner. Day 27 and no response of any kind.

‘Life is pain, suffering is optional.” Easy to say, not so easy to overcome. Wyn had been working himself out of a severe depression by exercising and purifying his body to prepare for his last mission in life.

No one was going to stop him from finding out what happened to his adopted Marjadin community. Not even an old, damaged body.

Commander Wyn grunted his way through several chin-ups from a secured bar to the ceiling of his Kaminoan apartment. “Sixty-eight…sixty-niiine…Sev-Sev-….Auuugh. He hung there a moment, his arms and core burning from exertion, taking several heavy breaths he struggles through one last chin-up. ”Ssseventy!”

Wyn hung there a moment panting, not wanting to let go too soon. Gently, he lowered himself and groaned as he put his weight on his damaged knees.

The closet door opens and the assistance droid tentatively sticks its head out looking over the filthy and disorganized apartment as its master carefully stumbles to the couch, sitting heavily as he wipes his face and neck with a towel. Grumbling to himself, he tosses the towel aside as he leans over a coffee table full of parts and rummages through a near by box.

Wyn picks up a round disk studying its dimensions and holds it near the joint of his knee brace. He then places the disk on the table and unstraps both his knee braces, placing them there as well. The old Commander took his canes and struggled to stand.

“Do you need assistance, Master?”

“No! Get in the…” Wyn stood painfully and looking about his apartment, he sighed in tired frustration.

“Droid, clean this place up.”

“Yes, Master!” Said the droid as it eagerly left the closet.

“Don't call me that!”

“Yes, Owner.”

“That neither. Keep your trap shut and clean the place.”

“Trap? I have no trap, Own…” noticing the Commander's cross expression the droid had shut down it's vocals until spoken to.

“Don't touch the desks, and send the office boxes there to Doctor Gida Fam. She can have them. Toss the rest.”

“Toss them where, Sir?”

“Kriff droid!” Wyn passes his hand over his face, “Throw it away!”

The droid bowed and began its task as Wyn enters the refresher.

After a much needed shower, Wyn sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Kriff'in feel as old as I look.” His silver hair had taken over his dark black long ago. Salt and pepper hair graced his chest and belly. Battle scars still shown brightly on the skin of his chest, legs, left shoulder, right side, and down his spine.

‘Life is pain, suffering is optional.’ Wyn had been saying that mantra to himself more and more lately.

Taking a razor he began to shave, carefully trimming his mustache and goatee.

Thinking of his deceased bride and loved ones, he sniffed, “Oh, Elena. I have these new found years, and for what.” He sat on the bench retrieving a syringe, he injected both knees and wrapping his left knee with a bacta bandage, ‘I stayed in the GAR to protect you. I stayed at Kamino to find the end of age acceleration…’ “FOR WHAT!” Wyn slams a fist on the sink counter making a loud noise.

“Master? Sir?”

“KARK OFF, DROID!” The Commander barked as he rubbed his pained right knee.

Running his hand through his hair, ‘It’s time.’ He stood and retrieved a small vile from a hidden compartment in the medicine cabinet. Inside was a tiny info chip imbedded into a screw similar to the one he had implanted into his friend Commander Cody the year before. Taking another syringe, Wyn sat back down and slid the needle into the side of his leg near the knee. He pressed a button on the device which quickly drilled the tiny chip into the tibia just below his shortened patellar tendon. He then wrapped his knee with the bacta bandage and finished dressing.

Exiting the refresher, his apartment was clean and properly organized. “Well, I'll be Kriffed.” Wyn walked into the bedroom and opened the closet revealing his clone trooper uniform still marred and scored from several Clone War battles. He took his helmet and gauntlets and closed the closet. As he left the room, he noticed that a small, wooden box on his dresser was missing.

“Droid!”

“Yes, Sir.”

“There was a Marjadin wood box here. Where is it?”

“Tossed, Sir.”

“WHAT?”

“It was tossed, Sir.” The droid tilts its head, grey eyes blinking, “Perhaps I can arrange for a hearing test -“The droid was silenced by a powerful grip at its slender throat.

“YOU, listen carefully.” The Commander snarls, as he stood nose to nose to the droid, “I don't care how long it takes you, I don't care if you return. Find it.”

“It may be in the compactor…”

“Find it!”

“Yes, Sir.” The droid hurriedly leaves the apartment. Wyn places a hand on the spot where the box lay for many years, “Kark’in droids.” He mumbles before he enters the living room.

Wyn sits in the couch and works on the knee braces he had been modifying. After hours, of trial and error Wyn removed his helmet and blew on the steaming metal he had been working on. Turning on the holo feed he searched for any word from the Marjadin region of Onderon. Silence, again, was the only response. Leaning back into the couch cushions he took a sip of high test caf as he waited for the metal to cool.

The doorbell rang and the droid returned, filthy and severely dented, but in its arms was the lost Marjadin box. The Commander tried to stand, but found it hard to rise, “Aww, kriff. Come here.”

“I had a time getting it from the compactor beast.” The droid handed the box to the Commander who ripped it out of its hands, “Who knew that wood was its favorite treat.”

Wyn examined the box as he ran his fingers across the intricately carved design, lingering on the single word, Nusuakoa. “You’re lucky it's not damaged. Go to maintenance and get cleaned up.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Once the droid left, Wyn carefully opens the box. Inside is a Marjadin necklace which he puts on. Two small holo disks were hidden in the false bottom. The Commander smiles as he views the holo vids and pictures of his brothers and their shenanigans. He put that disk inside his left gauntlet.

The next disk, with a shell etched on the surface, showed images of the Marjadin community who adopted him.

The images stop and a pass code is requested. Wyn slides his thumb across the edge of the disk, leaving a small skin cell sample, then enters a long numerical passcode.

Elena, his Marjadin, Onderonian, bride appears smiling sweetly, her captivating blue-grey eyes shown brightly against her dark ebony completion. She stands facing him dressed in a traditional, brightly colored silk robe accented with ribbons of stones and shells.

“Wyn, love. I hope this message finds you well. I have been missing your com calls, but I understand that you must be dark for a mission.” She pauses a moment as she pulls at the long sleeves of her robe, “I wanted to wait until you returned to tell you, but you’ve been gone for so long… Remember when you told me we can not have children?”

Elena smiles as she smooths her hands over the brightly colored robe around her belly which bowed outward prominently as she showed her profile. “Yes, love, it's yours.” She parts the robe exposing her large, pregnant belly, The Force has surely blessed us.” She happily turns from side to side in a gentle dancing motion showing off her expanded girth.

The Commander chuckles as he watches her. Soon his vision is blurred by tears, and his chuckles turned to sad breaths. He sighs and wipes his eyes as the image continues to dance.

“You have only been gone for five months, but our little tempest is growing so fast!” She gently rubs her belly, “If we are unable to talk before the birth, I think I'll name him Nusuakoa. It means tempest. A fitting name, believe me.” She laughs lifting her belly slightly, “Ohh, he’s so heavy! Healers say I am on my seventh month already.” Elena stops her dance and huffs a couple of breaths as she rubs the side of her belly, “Nusuakoa… your son...is anxious to meet his father.” She chuckles as she pulls the robe around herself, “Stay safe, and come home soon love. I miss you.”

The old Commander looks at the paused image for a moment, before turning it off. ‘Ah, Darling.’ He holds the disk a moment running his thumb over its etched surface. He kisses it and puts it in his right gauntlet.

Touching the metal on his modified braces, and finding it cool to the touch, he put them on. On the right side, he flips a tiny switch and the braces obeyed his intended movement. The Commander stood effortlessly except for enduring the usual pain, but movement was much smoother and the canes were not needed.

“Yes! It works! But, still hurts like a kark'in…” He flips the switch again and the braces returned to normal functionality. He slowly sits on the couch, “Jaket.”

“Yes, Commander?” Came a familiar voice from the disk at the right knee joint.

“Activate.”

The blue light on the disk flashes briefly and the brace behaves without flipping the switch.

“Excellent!” Wyn was still in pain, but his movement was a bit more fluid as he slowly moved about without his canes.

The doorbell rings and the droid returns.

“Ah, droid! Come here.” Wyn picks up his sonic screwdriver as he stiffly walked toward the assistance droid.

#star wars au #clone #clone trooper au #clone trooper #clone trooper oc #kamino #family #droid

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veryangryhedgehog · 6 years

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“Pancakes and the Art of Badassery”, an Ede Valley story by Hedgehog.

(Yes I know this is long overdue please forgive me)

Sept. 3rd, 11:59PM –

“You call this a safe house?” Niko Borozov somehow managed to look down his nose at the dingy apartment from his 5’ 3” of height. Said apartment was dark, and grey, but most of all small, with a tiny kitchen in the back corner and one, singular window opposite it. “Get a look at this, Lila.”

His body guard appeared behind his shoulder, standing a full four inches taller than him. “Beggars can’t be choosers, young master,” she intoned as she walked over to the window and pulled the shade down. At first glance Lila Finn didn’t appear entirely intimidating, her adolescent figure and wild, orange hair making her seem more like an Irish barmaid than bodyguard to the heir of the affluent Borozov family. But anyone who knew Lila knew that she would sooner cut you down with the katana she kept in the case on her back than say hello.

Of the two men that followed them inside, each built like a wall of bricks, Vincent was not familiar with her, while Ivan was. You could tell by the way he maintained a good few feet between them at all times.

“Yeah, keep the guilt train coming.” Niko rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same. “Really though, is this the best the ‘mighty Borozov family’ can do? I mean, come on, the TV’s a box for god’s sake.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Ivan apologized through his thick Russian accent. “But it was best we could do given circumstances.”

“Ugh, don’t call me sir,” Niko pleaded, looking horrified. “That’s my father.”

Vincent chimed in, taking a step into the apartment. “And until he can make some kind of deal with the Mirelli’s, we have to keep you out of the city. They want your head.”

“Haven’t they always? I’m the family heir of their biggest rival.” Niko let out a puff of air as he plopped down on the faded couch. Its springs creaked even under his slight weight. He ran a hand through his spiky, blond hair and rubbed absently along the pattern shaved out of one side of his head.

Lila approached from behind. “But now they have a reason to take it. You enjoy making my job difficult, don’t you?” She placed her hands on the couch cushions, squeezing hard. Most people wouldn’t have noticed a little thing like that, but Niko had known her for a long time. Something was on her mind.

“You’ve got to report to my father, right?” Niko asked Ivan and Vincent pointedly.

“Yes, of course.” Ivan nodded, and he and Vincent made their way to the door. But Ivan turned back towards the two kids. “You know rules, da? No opening shades, no going outside.”

Niko raised a hand to wave him out. “You act like this is my first rodeo. I got it.”

Still Ivan paused, a worried expression painted on his face. But then he shook his head and closed the door behind him.

Neither Lila nor Niko moved for a minute as they listened to the men’s footsteps fading down the hallway. Then Niko placed his hand on top of Lila’s. “And you’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She pulled away, moving back towards the window. “You could have gotten yourself killed.” Peeking through the shade, she blinked from the light of the neon sign below. From her angle above she couldn’t quite make out the exact words on the sign, but from the image of the goat holding a cold pint she assumed it must have been pointing out a drinking establishment of some sort.

“That’s what I have you for.” Niko grinned. “To make sure the heir of the Borozov family keeps breathing.” His tone was light, but she could hear the biting undertone all too well.

She sighed. “But what if I wasn’t there? I’m not the... immortal warrior you seem to think I am.”

“What are you talking about? Of course you are,” Niko laughed. “My father would never have trusted you with my sorry ass otherwise.”

“It’s that attitude that’s going to get you in trouble.” Lila shook her head as she stood over him.

Niko glanced up at her, his golden eyes meeting her green ones. “Maybe that’s what I’m looking for.”

Sept. 4th, 4:00AM –

The couch was hard, and Lila was not asleep. Niko was in the singular bedroom just through the small door beside the refrigerator, and Lila watched it intently. That was her job, after all, to protect her young master at all times. But it was also her job to be able when it counted, and it wouldn’t do if she was running on no sleep. She turned away from the door. Worrying wasn’t going to do her any good.

And yet, she did worry. Niko was headstrong, and reckless. It was like he didn’t care if he lived or died. He’d always been a little like that, but the trait had become especially pronounced now that they were no longer children. He’d have to grow up sooner or later, because Lila wouldn’t always be around to protect him. She was under no false pretenses; she knew that Niko would outlive her. In her line of work, it was a rare soul who lived to see retirement. But she worried about what he would do when she was gone.

It seemed like such a long time ago when Niko’s father had called her into his office and told her to protect his son at all costs. “With your life, if need be.” He’d said. “Can you do that? That boy is future of Borozov line.” He intoned.

Nodding instantly, Lila didn’t even have to consider the question. She didn’t care about ‘preserving the Borozov line,’ or anything like that, though they were her adoptive family. But she would do anything for Niko. He had saved her life, after all. This was the least she could do to repay him.

The floor creaked suddenly, a few feet from her, and in a split second Lila had snatched her sword from its case and pushed it against the intruder’s throat. She had expected the Mirellis to find them, of course, but not this soon.

“You gonna kill me, Lila?” the intruder asked, and Lila immediately lowered the sword as she saw that it was only Niko, empty glass in hand.

“Young master, my apologies.” She bowed slightly, lowering her head.

He smiled blearily, heading over to the sink. “You watch too many samurai movies, you know that?” After filling his glass with water, Niko sat at the small, round table.

“Can’t sleep?” Lila asked, sitting opposite him.

“Nah,” he rubbed his eyes. “You?”

She shook her head. They sat for a long minute, each finally able to process the events of the previous day. Lila blinked, trying not to think about how close they’d been to not sitting here right now.

Apparently, Niko was thinking along the same lines, for he sighed and shook his head. “We are way too young for this PTSD crap.”

“You’re probably right,” Lila replied. “I hadn’t really noticed.”

“Look at it this way,” Niko leaned his elbows on the slightly greasy table. “We’re both only seventeen and between the two of us are more hang-ups than the US government.”

Lila snorted.

“Well?” He chuckled too. “I mean, most kids our age are worried about college or what Michelle said about Becci, and we almost died yesterday.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Lila shrugged.

“Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to be normal? You know, play video games, walk home with friends and not have to worry about hit-squads intercepting you on the way?”

“Occasionally,” she admitted thoughtfully. “But never for long. I’d get bored, being normal.”

Niko laughed out loud, a great sound that almost shook the room. “That is one good thing, I guess. There is never dull moment in Russian Mafiya!” He dropped into an accent and raised his glass like they’d seen his father and uncles do so many times.

In that moment—increasingly so over the last few years, for that matter—Lila was struck by how much Niko resembled his father. It only happened occasionally, when he was stressed or not paying attention, and when he wasn’t actively obscuring it behind a wall of self-deprecation and apathy, but Niko had a darkness about him that scared people, just the same as the senior Borozov.

But Lila would never tell him that.

Sept. 4th, 9:00AM –

In one hand, Niko held a toothpick, which he idly clenched between his teeth as he flipped pancakes with the other. It made Lila chuckle, though she didn’t quite know why. Perhaps it was his rumpled dress shirt, suspenders hanging from his pants, and intense concentration juxtaposed with the sweet smell drifting over to the table. Pancakes were just about the only thing Niko knew how to make, but that was one more than Lila, so who was she to say anything?

“Dick biscuits.” He swore as he flipped one of the fluffy cakes over, only to discover that he’d burned it black. “Got the stove too hot. Stupid, cheap electric...”

“Dick biscuits? That’s a new one,” Lila said, smiling a little. This was a somewhat rare occurrence for her, and Niko almost looked surprised as he turned towards her.

“Well yeah,” the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “When one has mastered the art of foul language, one needs to get creative, lest the act of profanity become stale.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Master of Swearing,” Lila replied, “your pancakes are still burning.”

He swore again, and they ended up eating burnt pancakes. Lila didn’t mind, she had learned never to take a meal for granted. Niko, on the other hand, was currently attempting to drown out the burnt flavor with Aunt Marma’s Totally Genuine Maple Syrup™.

Lila chuckled, under her breath, and Niko glanced up. “What’s so funny?” He asked.

“Nothing,” Lila shook her head. “I was just thinking about the first time we had pancakes.”

Leaning back in his chair, Niko looked up at the ceiling, nodding. “Yeah. That was right after we took you in.” He broke into a grin. “The cook brought them out and you just started bawling.”

“I’d been living on the streets for years. I hadn’t seen anything so beautiful since my mother died.” Lila scratched her cheek, embarrassed.

“And I thought that you hated pancakes. But as soon as you pulled yourself together you just started chowing down.”

“The cook even forgot to add sugar, not that it really mattered at that point.” Lila shook her head.

“Do you miss her?” Niko asked suddenly. “Your mother, I mean.”

Lila stared at him for a second. “Do you miss yours?”

“Well yeah.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Sometimes. But I hardly knew her, you know? I can’t really mourn for someone I didn’t know.”

“So, there’s your answer.”

He shook his head. “And somehow you’ve brought it back to me again.”

“That’s my job.” She shrugged. “To be a shadow, not a person. I am merely an extension of you, a reflection.”

“Oh, is that why I like you so much?” He smirked. Covering up his feelings again.

Best for Lila to change the subject. “Shut up and eat your pancakes. They’re getting cold."

Sept. 6th, 3:00PM –

“But there’s more!” The overenthusiastic spokesman shouted through the tiny box in the corner. “Buy the Super Hydro Pumper™ now and we’ll throw in a toaster for free. Yes, that’s right. Absolutely free!”

“I know!” Niko shouted at the screen. “I heard you the first five times.” He flopped back listlessly on the couch. “I’m pretty sure I know your shtick better than you do at this point!”

Lila, who was only half-pretending to be half-asleep in the little corner of the couch that she had been gradually shoved into, nodded. They had been camping out in this small, dull room for three days now, and the boredom was beginning to wear on them both. Worst of all, there had been no contact from Ivan in that time. But there was really nothing they could do about it now. So they waited.

Meanwhile, the infomercial had continued onto its next segment. “Oh, go on!” Niko raised his arms in the air. “What else could the Super Hydro Pumper™ possibly be able to do? Cure cancer maybe? Solve world hunger? Tell me now, oh gods of consumerism!”

“This whole thing is rather trite,” Lila admitted. “It’s hard to believe that anyone really buys into this thing.”

“And yet they do!” Niko said, exasperated. “Forget the guns and drugs, we need to get into cheap, plastic crap instead!”

“It is utterly fascinating just how much this commercial makes me not care.”

“What is it that you really care about, Lila?” Niko asked, sitting up and turning to her. “I can never tell.”

Lila raised an eyebrow. “What is it that you care about?”

“Oh no,” he shook a finger at her, “we are not doing this again. Answer the question.”

Shrugging, Lila stared straight at him. “You. I thought that was obvious.”

“Well, this is certainly an unexpected time to confess your undying love to me,” Niko grinned. Cheeky bastard.

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do,” he shook his head, mock surprised. “You’d better kiss me now before you break my heart.” He leaned forward, making a stupid face. “Kiss me, kiss me!”

“Oh my god stop.” She pushed him backwards, chuckling. “I’ve answered your question,” she held him back easily with one hand. “So what is it that you care about? I’m genuinely curious.”

The smile fell off his face, and Niko sat back, thinking. “I don’t really know,” he admitted. “I don’t really care about my family, or what we do. I just kind of do it because that’s what’s expected of me.”

“I understand that feeling, young master.”

“And there you go with the samurai movies again.” Niko broke out into a smile once more.

“I like samurai movies,” she said. “I relate to them a lot more than most people. It makes me... happy, I suppose, to imagine myself as a warrior honorably protecting my master.”

“You know you could just leave if you wanted to, right?” Niko asked. “You’re not a Borozov. You could just walk away.”

Lila shook her head. “I wouldn’t even consider it. Your ‘sorry ass’ would get killed if I wasn’t around.”

“So you do really care about me.” Niko wiggled his eyebrows.

Lila smiled. “I never said I didn’t.”

Sept. 7th, 1:00AM –

There was a knock at the door. Lila listened, and heard the specific combination that meant it was safe to open it. “Niko,” she hissed, nudging him. He’d fallen asleep on the couch an hour earlier, and Lila had decided not to wake him. “Niko!” Now she lightly punched him on the arm.

“Wha...?” He mumbled.

“The door.”

Immediately, he was awake. The two of them stood and slunk closer, listening. The knock came again, in the same, agreed pattern. Niko glanced at Lila, who nodded, and he opened the door.

A large man stumbled in, looking harried. At first, Lila thought that it must be Ivan, but as she looked again, it couldn’t be. Ivan was large, but most of that was due to his broad, muscular shoulders. This man was large in an entirely different way.

“Vincent?” Niko asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to move you to a new safe house,” he said, his tone urgent. “This one’s been compromised. It’s the Mirellis. They know you’re here.”

“Shit,” Niko swore. “Alright then, let’s—”

Lila’s eyes narrowed. “Wait.” She held an arm in front of him. “Where is Ivan? He was supposed to be our contact.”

“He got caught up with the Mirellis so he sent me instead,” Vincent replied calmly, but his eyes darted back and forth between the two nervously. “What’s the holdup? Let’s go.”

“No, she’s right.” Niko shook his head. “That doesn’t sound like Ivan at all. He’s always been a sucker for doing things properly. He’d never send someone else to do his job.”

Vincent seemed to deflate a little as he sighed. “I was hopin’ you two would make this nice and easy, but I guess we have to do it the hard way, huh?” He whipped out a gun with one hand and grappled Niko into a headlock with the other. “I’ve got orders to take you to Don Mirelli, and you’d better come too.” He waved the gun briefly in Lila’s direction before placing it against Niko’s head.

“So you were a Mirelli this whole time?” Niko asked, his lip curling upwards in disgust.

“Born and raised.”

“I should’ve known. You always smelled too much like a filthy mutt to be one of us.”

“Say that again, runt bastard.” Vincent renewed his grip on the gun.

Heart pounding, Lila almost couldn’t look away from the cold metal pressed against her master’s head. No, she had to focus. Where was her sword? In reach, lying on its open case behind the couch. But if she moved, Niko would die. So she waited.

“Both of you come nice and slow now. There’s a car waiting downstairs, and we’re all gonna take a little ride”, Vincent’s voice wavered.

“Young master?” Lila asked, awaiting the order to act.

Niko’s lips tightened as he closed his eyes. “Kill him.”

As Lila nodded, Vincent’s hand began to shake. “Don’t move, or I’ll blow your boyfriend’s brains out.”

But Lila didn’t have to. She grabbed the knife strapped to her thigh and threw it across the room. It cut a deep gash into Vincent’s hand, causing him to drop the gun as he cursed, while Niko, a mere two inches away, didn’t even flinch. In one swift movement, Lila had swiped her katana from its case and pinned the man to the door that was just behind him. Through his chest.

After a minute, Lila withdrew her sword, and the body fell to the ground with a sickening thump as blood smeared down the white door. There was a moment of silence. Niko and Lila stared down at the mess.

She nudged the body, just to make sure he was really dead. A small stream of blood trickled from the man’s lips. No coughing or gagging. Undeniably passed.

But just as Lila opened her mouth to confer with Niko, she heard a noise. A car horn. Lila froze. That’s right. He had a car outside, with backup no doubt. “The car,” she whispered.

Niko nodded, and held up a finger. He reached down for Vincent’s gun, then moved over to the couch as Lila slid on her boots, reaching between the couch cushions to grab a second pistol, which he stuck in his coat. “I’ll back you up. Let’s go.”

Stepping over the body, Lila and Niko crept through the white door, now thoroughly stained with a long red streak down the middle. The hallway seemed clear. Lila held her katana at the ready, its light blade catching the glow of the neon sign through the window ahead of them. Niko motioned the all-clear, and they both tip-toed quietly towards the stairs, Lila cringing as Niko stepped on a creaky spot.

Lila reached the small, grimy window, and glanced down to the street below, past the smiling goat constructed with glowing lines. One story below was a black sedan with tinted windows, though by the light of the sign through the sun roof Lila could see one person sitting in the driver’s seat. A Mirelli clearly; she could tell by the greased-back hair and the cologne so strong that she could smell it all the way up here. She opened the window, and kicked in the bug screen.

Niko shook his head, knowing exactly what she was about to do. “You’re crazy.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “But it’s our best chance to take him by surprise.”

“I’ll meet you down there.”

“You’ve got thirty seconds.” Lila began to count under her breath as Niko ran. Ten, she heard Niko reach the bottom of the stairs and get into position. Twenty, Lila planned her trajectory accordingly to the height of the car and the position of the man in it. Twenty-five, the man the man shuffled in the driver’s seat awkwardly, trying to get a glimpse over his shoulder. Twenty-eight, he turned on the radio, twenty-nine, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Thirty. Lila braced herself against the window, and jumped. She stuck her feet out straight below like she was leaping into water, and a second later, crashed directly into the sunroof. It shattered into tiny pieces, most too small to actually hurt her as she fell. She muttered thanks for safety features under her breath as she wrapped her legs around the driver to catch her fall.

“What the—” was all the driver could get out before she held her katana against his throat.

From the left, there came a tapping on the car window. The driver turned. Niko was just outside, smiling as he pointed the gun at his head. The driver rolled down the window. “Hi,” was all Niko said before he placed the gun against his head and fired.

The silencer caught most of the sound, but Lila still winced anyway.

“Damn.” Niko muttered, looking at the remains of the man’s brains splattered all over the passenger’s window. “I was hoping that would go better.”

Lila climbed back through the sunroof. “Start walking. Quickly.”

They did, down the road and didn’t look back. Lila jumped at a dog barking in the distance. She was sure someone must have heard that. But as they waited, the night remained quiet. They didn’t talk for several minutes, not until they were well out of the way.

“What do you think really happened to Ivan?” Lila broke the silence finally.

“Best guess?” Niko looked away. “He’s probably dead.”

Lila glanced down at the pavement, a silent prayer for him, wherever he was. “So what do we do now? No doubt Vincent told the Mirellis our location.”

“Well, we could go back to the city,” Niko suggested, pausing under a street lamp. “Try to get back to my father before they kill us, or...”

“Or what?” Lila raised an eyebrow.

Shrugging, Niko glanced up at her. “Or we could just disappear for a while. What suburb is this?”

“Ede Valley, I think.”

“That’s as good a place as any.” Niko smiled, though his eyes remained dull. “Sounds like fun, right? You and me, fugitives on the run?”

She nodded. “Oddly enough, yes.”

“Better not get too used to it. When all’s said and done, we might not want to go back.”

“Perhaps not, young master,” Lila chuckled. They were silent again for a moment, the weight of the night slowly landing on their shoulders as they thought of what transpired. But they couldn’t just stand there forever, could they. And so they started walking. Just where, they didn’t really know, and Lila really didn’t care. Right now, all she wanted was to just disappear into the cold, quiet night.

#Ede Valley #writing #Niko Borozov #Lila Finn

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Chapter 22 of Looking for a Place to Call Home

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No edits until story is complete. And no edits on Tumblr stories, only on AO3.

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Derek wakes up briefly when Laura crawls out of bed. She kisses his forehead and leaves.

He wakes up completely about an hour later when Erica calls him and Cora for breakfast.

Erica plunks two bowls in front of them when they sit at the table. She sets a box of Cheerios and a gallon of milk down, handing each of them a spoon. Cora dishes up immediately, splashing milk everywhere. Erica smiles fondly as she wipes it away.

“Derek,” she says a moment later, helping to steady his hand as he tries to pour the mostly-full gallon without spilling, “we never did get you checked out yesterday, so we’re going to have to do that today. Cora, is there anything you want to do today?”

“Go to New York.” Cora scowls sullenly into her cereal. The pang of guilt that twists Derek’s stomach makes him lose his appetite. He never wants to see or hear about New York ever again. Does that make him a bad uncle since his niece is still trapped there?

“Well, we’re not doing that,” Erica says lightly, ruffling Derek’s hair, like she knows what’s going through his mind, “so pick something else.” She starts clearing the table.

“I want to see Peter.”

Erica drops the milk gallon.

“No,” she says over the clatter. She picks it up and shakes it, as if that was her intention all along. “We’re not doing that either.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s in jail.” Erica walks away to signal the end of the conversation. Cora watches her go with narrowed eyes.

As soon as she turns to Derek, he says, “No.”

“Traitor,” Cora hisses at him. “You would help me get to Peter so he can help us in New York except the police were right—you did help burn our house down and kill our family.”

Stunned, Derek can do little more than blink back hot tears as Cora leaves the table, slamming the front door behind her as she stalks out of the house.

For three years Kate had whispered in his ears that she’d only found him because he was too stupid to run when he saw a hunter. She’d never told him about burning his house or murdering his family. She hadn’t even told him that she had Laura and Cora too.

He had never cracked, even after all the torture. He’d never told Kate where he lived or how many family members lived with him.

Cora has no right to accuse him of helping kill his family. She has no right to do that to him.

Furious and crying too hard to see clearly, Derek runs into his room and crawls under the bed. If Cora thinks he betrayed the family, then Laura must think it too.

He’ll be kicked out of the pack, turned into an omega, left to die when the hunters come for him again. Or worse, Laura will send Peter after him.

Derek doesn’t want that. He’s not ready to die. Three years in Kate’s hands and the flight back to California have proved it.

He has no choice but to run away. But where can he go?

He has no family anymore aside from Laura, Cora, and Peter. He doesn’t like the idea of staying here at Boyd and Erica’s, doesn’t want them to get caught up in Peter’s revenge. Besides, Isaac is also living here, and he’s another innocent.

That just leaves Stiles’ place. Stiles is a deputy. He can shoot Peter if Peter comes to kill Derek, and Derek can live in his delta shift and stay with Stiles.

It’s not entirely ideal since Derek knows he’d have to see Scott-the-veterinarian again—that is, if Stiles still wants to adopt a dog. He’ll just have to ask. That’s all.

Mind made up, Derek slithers out from under the bed, sheds his clothing, leaving it folded neatly on top of the nicely-made bed, and then cracks his bones into his delta shift. He shakes himself out, testing his four paws and his center of gravity. The few pounds he’s put on since living at Boyd and Erica’s don’t appear to make much of a difference, but he knows he’s far stronger now than he was a few days ago.

He slinks out of the house, sneaking past where he can hear Erica beginning to wash the dishes from breakfast. Wolves don’t have opposable thumbs, but Derek is learning to master his partial shift and makes it outside easily.

Cora is long gone, and for that, Derek is grateful. He hopes she didn’t truly mean what she said, but he thinks it’s too much to hope for. He’d been too upset to realize if she smelled of anything other than anger. It makes him wonder though, what if, before they died, the rest of his family believed he’d betrayed them?

He doesn’t ever want to know.

Instead, he sniffs the air, points south, and lopes off toward Stiles’ apartment.

It’s not so bad, he thinks, to be Miguel instead of Derek. At least no one hates Miguel. No one blames him for the deaths of his family.

No one wants to kill Miguel.

The whole way to Stiles’ home, it does not occur to Derek that Stiles won’t be there. He pauses when he reaches the building Stiles had taken him to a few days ago, and his police cruiser isn’t in the driveway.

He lets out a huff of disappointment. He’ll just have to wait until Stiles gets home.

Derek settles on the front steps, head on his paws. His nose twitches from Stiles’ next door neighbor’s flowers, but overall he is comfortable. If it takes all day for Stiles to come back, Derek doesn’t care. It feels good just to relax without worrying that a hunter might sneak up on him. It’s also nice, he admits to himself, that he won’t have to hear Cora’s disparaging remarks anymore.

The sun warms his fur and without meaning to, Derek falls asleep, a tight ball of wolf pretending to be a dog, waiting for the rest of his life.

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Stiles jerks awake when a door slams.

“What?” Parrish says nearby. “A wolf or a dog? Ma’am, can you be more specific?” He sighs. Loudly. Stiles blinks the sleep from his eyes and shoots acting-Sheriff Parrish a questioning look. “Yes, I’m sending someone out to deal with it right now. Thank you, Mrs. Henderson. Goodbye now.” Parrish rubs his face.

“Want me to go?” Stiles asks. From the little he overheard, he’d guess one of the Hales—hopefully not Peter—got out and is wandering around in—what did Derek call it, their delta shift?—full-wolf mode. And Mrs. Henderson is Stiles’ next-door neighbor.

“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” Parrish says. “I know you’ve been working on your case really hard. Maybe a small break could be good.”

“Do I have time to check in with Votsky or do you want me to roll right now?”

Parrish assesses him. “Go,” he decides. “Who knows what rabbit hole will open if Votsky’s got what you need. Oh, and Stiles?”

Stiles pauses halfway down the bunk. “Yes, sir?”

“Good work. With any luck have the case cracked open by this afternoon.” Parrish leaves quickly, and Stiles stumbles to the locker room to grab a five second shower and freshen up a bit.

He makes it out to his vehicle in five minutes flat and heads home.

He’s not sure what he’s expecting to see when he pulls into his driveway, but it certainly isn’t Derek Hale in full-wolf mode sleeping on his front steps, butterflies swarming his ears and nose. Stiles takes a minute to snap a few pictures through his windshield before he hauls himself out and marches up to Derek.

The wolf cracks an eye before yawning widely.

“Hey, Miguel,” Stiles says for Mrs. Henderson’s benefit, certain that that Miss Marple wannabe is watching through her cracked kitchen window. He unlocks his front door and ushers Derek inside.

Immediately, Derek makes a beeline for the couch and jumps up, patting at the middle cushion a few times before he flops down with a soft wuff.

Stiles sinks onto the couch next to him, threading a hand into his fur. “Wanna talk about it?” he offers.

Derek yawns, which Stiles takes to mean ‘Not particularly,’ especially as he remains wolf-shaped.

It’s nice just sitting here like this, but Stiles knows he needs to get back to work. Myers’ death isn’t going to solve itself.

“Listen, buddy,” he says quietly. “I know it’s rough right now. Hell, some days I don’t if it gets better, but it does get easier. Now, I need to head back in to work. Think I can drop you at Boyd and Erica’s again?”

Derek whines.

“Fine,” Stiles caves too quickly, “you can come with me, but,” he holds up a finger as Derek peers at him with a hopeful expression, “you’ll have to stay in the kennel. There may be other dogs in there. Behave.”

Derek stretches under his hand, sliding to the floor, nails clacking against the wood as he deliberately strolls to the door.

Stiles laughs, standing upright and shaking some fur off his uniform. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Just hold on.”

Derek frowns at riding in the back, and snaps at the belt Stiles buckles around him, but a quick threat of swinging by the Boyds’ place makes him settle.

They make a brief detour through a drive-thru to pick up both of them some food, a nice hamburger with all the fixings for him and a dozen cheeseburgers for Derek.

He digs around in his glove box while he waits for the line to crawl forward and finds a bottle of Adderall. He dry swallows a tab, hoping that it will settle the buzz he can feel crawling up and down his arms, but knowing that it’s likely too late for today.

Derek huffs excitedly when Stiles unwraps and slides the cheeseburgers through the security window for him, wolfing them down so fast Stiles is afraid he might start choking.

The rest of the drive back to the station is uneventful. Derek must be content from the food because he doesn’t protest the collar and leash that Stiles clips onto him. He does balk at the kennel.

“Sorry, bud,” Stiles tells him, cheerily despite the fact that he wants to cave again and keep Derek by his side, “Part of the deal.”

Resigned, Derek lowers his head and pads into the—thankfully empty—kennel. He slumps in a corner and covers his eyes with a paw. Adorable. Stiles snaps a few more pictures and then closes and latches the door.

He heads to his desk to write up a quick report about the wolf-slash-dog outside Mrs. Henderson’s house. It takes ten minutes, and then he heads into the Sheriff’s office to drop it on Parrish’s desk.

Votsky and Parrish are side by side, staring down at a stack of papers spread over the desk.

“Stiles,” Parrish waves at him, “come in. Shut the door.” He points at the chair in front of the desk. “Votsky cracked the code.”

Stiles looks from Parrish to Votsky. “Good news?”

Parrish shakes his head. “Yes and no,” he says, frustratingly. “Whoever wrote the code told Kate Argent exactly how to burn down the Hale house so that it would look like an accident.”

“So we know Kate Argent killed eleven people,” Stiles says. “What’s the bad news?”

“This mysterious code maker implicated Sheriff Lahey in the cover up.”

“Which means what, exactly?”

“Isaac Lahey probably won’t get his house even if you can find a will stating that he’s the owner because the FBI is coming up here and seizing it as evidence. If the claims in the code can be substantiated, it’s likely that the house will be sold to make reparations to the Hale children.”

“And what does Isaac get then?” Stiles demands. “Even if we do end up proving Lahey senior’s involvement in the cover up, Isaac is more his victim than the Hales are, mean as it is to say. Isaac’s had to live with his father for thirty years. You can’t take away what could be his only stability.”

“I never said I was.” Parrish glares at Stiles. “Look, you and I both know Sheriff Lahey absolutely had something to do with the cover up of the Hale murders. It’s not our call though. It’s the FBI’s. Stiles, I need you to promise that you won’t impede the FBI. If you do, I won’t be able to protect you.”

“Are you going to fire me if I refuse to make that promise?” Stiles asks. When Parrish doesn’t answer, he scoffs. “Some sheriff you are.” He grabs Votsky’s decoded message and reads it before Parrish can take it back.

It’s a lot of garbage apologies for inadvertently helping Kate Argent kill the Hales. The last line though. Oh boy.

I never imagined that when the sheriff came for me, he would actually promise to hide any perceived involvement—after all, he told me, there are no arrests in electrical fires.

“What are you going to do now?” Parrish asks, setting the paper back on the desk.

Stiles can’t answer right away because he’s shaking and his jaw clenches so tight his teeth creak ominously.

Sheriff Lahey purposefully buried the fact that the Hale house was burned down, and when it got out anyway, he spread the rumor that Derek must have had something to do with it. If Lahey wasn’t already dead… Stiles’ hands clench into fists.

“I’m going to solve Garrison Myers’ murder,” Stiles finally manages to spit out.

Parrish nods. “Understood. Let me know if you need anything.”

Stiles has no intention of doing any such thing. Right now, his goal is to not kill something. He thinks of Derek in the kennel, accused of murder at thirteen and unable to defend himself. And it occurs to Stiles then that he should have called Erica or Boyd to let them know that he has Derek.

He’d better do that now before he forgets again. It’s not like Myers is going anywhere.

He decides to call Erica first—mostly because he’s still positive Boyd hates his guts. Erica answers on the third ring, completely hysterical and incomprehensible.

“What’s going on?” he manages to interject when she breaks off into loud sobs.

“I can’t find Derek or Cora!” she wails. “They ran away!”

“I’ve got Derek,” he tells her. “He’s safe. What’s this about Cora?”

“I turned my back for two minutes and they were gone.”

“Okay, well, I’ll start looking for Cora now. I’ll call you when I find her.”

Rude as it is, he hangs up on her before she can respond. Then, he heads to the kennel. Derek perks up when he opens the door.

“Come on, Miguel. Let’s go find your sister.”

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#Teen Wolf Fanfiction #Derek Hale #Stiles Stilinski #My Story/My Writing #LfaPtCH

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Clod on the Run chapter 2: Suffragette Beach City (originally posted on May 21, 2017)

The Guardians of the Galaxy were zooming through the galaxy for their newest job. They were hired by Yellow and Blue Diamond of the Gem Homeworld to hunt down a traitorous Peridot on Earth. Star-Lord was flying their ship while jamming out to Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) by Looking Glass, Rocket was preparing his surplus of weapons for an eventual battle, Drax was giving Groot a trim and Gamora was just sitting quietly. “Hey G, what’s up?” Star-Lord said turning around to his emerald crewmate. “You’ve been pretty quiet lately since we met the Diamonds, but I guess that’s pretty normal for you.”

Gamora could only groan as she finally spoke. “Do you really want to know guys?” All of the others were curious. “Come on Gamora, we are your friends.” Drax said. “I am Groot.” Groot added. “Yeah, what they said!” Star-Lord replied.

“Alright, you got me.” Gamora stated. “I’ve actually met one of the Diamonds.” The gang could believe what they just heard. “It was before I met all of you, when I was one of Thanos’ minions.”

“Lord Thanos, we are approaching Earth as we speak.” a grey-skinned alien in a black cloak announced to his master. He was Corvus Glaive, member of the Black Order and right hand man of Thanos the Mad Titan. The titan in question was a muscular, intimidating purple alien clad in blue and gold clothing. “Very good Corvus.” the overlord thanked his minion. “I wish to speak with the Diamond controlling this planet and see if the Authority is willing to ally with me.”

“Thanos came to Earth seeking to gain the Gem Homeworld’s trust, but we all know he would’ve betrayed them.” Gamora narrated. By the Mad Titan’s side were three humanoid alien warriors. One was Gamora herself while the other two were a blue-skinned woman with prominent cybernetics and a dark-skinned man with piercing blue eyes. They were Nebula and Korath, Gamora’s two adopted siblings.

“I want you three on guard in case anyone gets suspicious. In that case, attack and kill anyone who dare try to oppose me.” the Dark Lord ordered to his three assassins. “Yes master.” the trio complied. The aliens then touched down on an ancient cloud arena where they came face to face with many Gems of different shapes, sizes, colors and types. “Do not be alarmed.” Nebula announced. “We are here for Pink Diamond.”

“Allow me visitors.” a Gem stepped forward. She was a tall lanky one with flowing pink hair and her gemstone on her midsection. “I am Pearl, Pink Diamond’s servant.” The Pearl extended her hand forward. “I am Thanos of the Titanians. I request an audience with your superior.” Thanos introduced himself to Pearl. “Yes sir, right this way.”

Pearl led Thanos and his children through a crowd of nervous looking Gems to a large pink palanquin where another Gem clad in pink clothing sat. She was guarded by two other Gems, one with orange skin, white hair & her gemstone for a nose and the other was very humanlike in appearance with pink ringlets. “Salutations visitor.” The larger Gem said from her palanquin. “Who are you and what brings you here?”

“Greetings Pink Diamond, I am Thanos of Titan.” Thanos greeted Pink Diamond as he stepped forward, bowing while his minions kneeled. “I have come to your planet wishing to form an alliance with the Great Diamond Authority.” Pink Diamond rose from her palanquin as her two guard followed behind. “Please state your reasoning.” the Diamond spoke.

“You see, I have been hunting for six ingots of awesome power known as the Infinity Stones.” Thanos explained as he brought up a hologram of the artifacts in question. The Stones were of multiple colors ranging from blue, yellow, red, purple, green and orange. “These stones represent a different part of the universe and when brought together with the Infinity Gauntlet, would grant the user godlike abilities.”

All of the Gems present were intrigued by the visitor’s proposition, except for the orange guard. “I don’t like this.” she said.” “You’ll probably just betray and shatter us all!” She tried to attack Thanos but was stopped by her companion. “Jasper, please don’t provoke him!” she cried. “No Rose, we have to protect Pink Diamond!”

“Silence orange fool,” Thanos ordered Jasper. “Your attitude is like a pouty child! Now remain silent or I will have to end you.” Gamora, Nebula, Korath and Corvus pointed their weapons as she shouted “ATTACK!”

The Gems within the arena followed her orders and summoned their weapons. “Very well.” Thanos answered as he snapped his fingers, summoning his army of Chitauri, Sakaarans & Deviants and unleashed them on the arena. The battle was long and hard, with many Gems poofed or shattered during the conflict. Eventually Thanos won after he poofed both Rose Quartz and Jasper.

“I am appalled at such disrespect coming from a servants of the Diamonds!” Thanos boomed in disgust as he handed the gemstones to Pearl. “Forget the alliance, I will find the Stones myself.” He motioned his assassins to follow him as he departed the arena. “Mark my words Pink Diamond, when I gain ultimate power you will be the first to fall.”

“Later on, we received news that Pink Diamond was shattered by one of her own Rose Quartz but Thanos took it as a sign of surrender and remains enemies with Homeworld to this day.”

Gamora finished her story as the Guardians sat there completely stunned. “Jesus.” Peter said. “Hey Quill, did you turn on autopilot?” Rocket asked. “I don’t know, I thought you did.”

That’s when they all realized they were going to crash. “What did you do you idiot?!” Rocket exclaimed as the ship fell downward, catching on fire in the process. “I don’t know, I just got distracted by Gamora’s story!”

“Don’t even think about using that excuse!” Rocket shouted back. “My friends, it has been an honor adventuring alongside you.” Drax proclaimed. “If I die here, then I will die with all of you by my side!” He then pulled Rocket and Gamora close, hugging them incredibly tightly much to their chagrin. “Let go of me you moron!” Rocket exclaimed as he tried to wriggle out of the destroyer’s grasp. “Let my muscles be your shield!”

As the Milano dived closer to the ground, Peter took the wheel and tried to steer them away from their grisly fate, but it was too late.

The Milano was reduced to a pile of scrap metal when it crashed, but luckily nobody died. Peter was the first to awaken. “Oh geez what a fall.” He groaned getting up. “Anyone okay? Raise your hand if your head is still attached.” Groot excitedly raised his hand. “I am Groot!” he cheered as he got up. “Yeah, we’re still conscious Quill.” Rocket said as he popped out of Drax’s tight hug. “Looks like Drax’s abs did save us after all.”

“Yes, my abs are heroes!” Drax shouted as he released Gamora from his grasp. “You know, we could’ve survived crashing if Peter turned on the autopilot beforehand!” Gamora shouted. “Hey, don’t go blamin’ me here G!” Peter said trying to avoid getting in trouble. “Rocket was the one who did it!”

Rocket got angry at Quill trying to place the blame on him and pulled out a rocket launcher. “So I’m to blame for your idiocy?” Rocket barked. “Y'know what, screw Peridot! We’re taking you back to the Diamonds so you can get jammed into the human zoo when we get the ship fixed!”

Star-Lord then pulled out his laser pistol in retaliation. “Not if I bring you in first!” The two aimed their weapons at each other when Groot tried to break up the fight. “I am Groot, I am Groot!” The tree exclaimed as he pushed the two away from one another. Rocket sighed. “Groot’s right, kickin’ each others asses wouldn’t help us get rich.” He then put away his rocket launcher and tried to apologize. “Sorry for lashing out Pete, I guess we were both the idiots here.”

“Apology accepted Rocket.” Peter said ruffling his fur. “Now where can we find some new parts for the Milano?” Groot then pointed towards what looked like a barn in the distance. “I am Groot!” he said. “That’ll do.” Star-Lord said.

The group made their way to the barn, which looked much different from the typical barn. There was a silo jutting out the side, a pickup truck above the entrance with a TV in the back and a small pool near it. “Oy, what a dump.” Rocket said looking at it. “I mean, this place looks like a hodgepodge of useless crap!” Everybody else was quick to agree as they went inside when suddenly they were attacked by several armed drones, but Rocket shot them all down.

In the barn, they were met with what seemed to look like art like a broken tape recorded with a bow on it, a simple leaf taped to a rock and a lineup of toilets. “Is anyone here?” Drax asked around.

“Hey guys check it out, it’s a bunch of toilets!” Star-Lord called pointing at the toilets, laughing. “Very cheeky Quill, but we need to find a way to search for our target.” Rocket said examining the silo that was turned into a makeshift aquarium. There weren’t any fish except for a green alien creature with white stuff coming out of a hole in its neck. “Hate to be that guy. Wonder what happened to him.”

“Hey everyone, I found a vehicle that can get us somewhere!” Gamora called from outside. The other Guardians rushed outside to find her driving a tractor and not doing so good. “It may be slow, but it’ll do.” she said.

“I like your idea Gamora, but it’s gonna need a few modifications.” Rocket stated. “Groot, do we have any spare parts from the Milano that haven’t been destroyed in the crash?” Groot immediately saluted and charged towards the wreckage. “Heh, dis gonna be a cakewalk.” the animal smirked as he placed his hands behind his head. “Oh, are we having cake?” Drax asked.

The Guardians were now on their way to their destination on the tractor, which was now souped up with a turbo engine. They were zooming through the highway, past a pizza-themed car with a few teenagers driving it. “What’d I tells ya gang, this gonna be a piece of cake!” Rocket exclaimed as the wind rushed through his fur. “You said there was cake, but I don’t see anything!” Drax shouted. “I’ll explain later Drax, right after we become rich!” Rocket replied.

Suddenly, the engine broke down and the gang were stuck in front of a sign. “I thought the turbo engine was intact when we crashed.” Star-Lord said. “But the good news is the sign here must mean something good.” The crew got off the tractor and walked around the sign to see that it read ‘Welcome to Beach City.’

“Beach City, eh?” Star-Lord said. “Looks like we might have some fun in the sun when we finish our mission.” The Guardians then looked forward at the town. It looked pretty standard for a seaside town with a boardwalk and amusement park, but one feature they took notice of was a large hill with a stone hand sticking out the side. “Well guys, let’s get cracking.”

The Guardians walked through the streets as they got odd looks from the locals wondering why a cowboy was hanging out with a green girl, a shirtless man, a raccoon and a tree. “You think we look out of place here?” Gamora asked. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because we look like a bunch of freaks!” Peter exclaimed. “We might be tracked down by the government or become topics of crazy conspiracy theorists!”

“Yeah, especially people like that one.” Rocket added pointing to a small child with an onion-like head staring blankly at them. “What’re you lookin’ at kid? Scram!” The child continued to stare at them until he turned and ran, dropping a map from his pocket along the way. “Well that was oddly convenient.” Rocket said as he picked the map and opened it, revealing several locations circled with red marker.

“Okay, listen up folks.” Star-Lord announced looking over the map. “We’re gonna comb the town for our target and we won’t stop until the job is done. Also from now on we’ll be using codenames. You can address me as Eagle One.”

He then gestured towards Drax. “Drax, codename Been There Done That.” Then he moved to Gamora. “Gamora is Currently Doing That.” After trying to high-five her and failing, he pointed at Groot. “Groot is It Happened Once in a Dream.” Finally he pointed towards Rocket who was crossing his fingers. “Rocket is…..Eagle Two.”

“Oh thank God.” Rocket sighed in relief. “So where do we go from here Quill?” He started pointing at various locations on the map. “How about this,” Star-Lord stated. “Groot goes to the donut shop here.” Before he could finish, Groot was already charging to the donut shop. “Guess somebody loves donuts.”

“Rocket, you go the amusement park.” Rocket got a bit excited, wondering about how much junk he could get from there. “Drax, you search the boardwalk and Gamora & I will search the boardwalk. As the legendary Fred Jones once said, let’s split up gang!”

They all dispersed as a curly-haired woman wearing glasses and a short black man watching them turned towards each other. “Say, didn’t that cowboy look a bit like Danny from Fields and Relaxation?” the woman asked.

Groot had already made his way to the big donut when he noticed the large donut sign that read “Big Donut.” Walking inside, he met an orange-skinned teenager with a red mohawk-like haircut and rather peculiar earlobes. “Welcome to the Big Donut, how can I…..” the boy began to speak before realizing that he was speaking to a giant tree thing. “I am Groot.” Groot said. “Nice to meet you Groot, I’m Lars.” the boy, now named Lars greeted nervously. “I am Groot.” Groot replied. “I know that, and I am Lars.” Lars answered.

The exchanges of “I am Groot” and “I am Lars” went on for a while until a short girl around Lars’ age came out of the back door.

“Hey Lars, what’s up?” the girl asked. “This guy came in and all he can say is 'I am Groot!'” Lars replied. “Here, let me talk to him.” The girl walked up to Groot and began to introduce herself. “Hi there uh…Groot, I’m Sadie.” she greeted. “I’m pretty sure you already know about Lars here.”

Groot extended his hand to Sadie. “I am Groot.” he said shaking her hand. “Hey buddy, can you move outta the way?” a voice asked. When Groot turned around, it was an old man with a mustache and sunglasses talking to him. “Yeah I’m talking to ya Deku Tree, you’re holdin’ up the line!”

“I am Groot, I am Groot.” Groot apologized to the man as he began to walk out of the building, but not before taking notice of several paper bags with “Sadie” written on them and taking one. “Hey wait, those aren’t for sale!” Sadie called out as Groot exited. “And he’s gone.”

“What a weirdo.” the old man said. “Now where’s my nut dog?” he asked. “Coming right up Mr. Lee.” Lars said.

Rocket meanwhile was digging through trash at the Funland Amusement Park. “So this is what these so called 'raccoons’ do, just dig through useless garbage?” he asked himself before finding a tin can. “This might be useful.” As he lept out of the trash can, he was suddenly hit by a broom. “Get outta my trash varmint!” the man holding the broom shouted. The man was tall, bald and wore a shirt with various shapes on it. “Who you callin’ varmint big boy?” Rocket shouted back.

The man was completely stunned to see a talking raccoon rummaging through his garbage. “Whoa mama!” he shouted. “A talking raccoon?” Rocket was also stunned. “Seriously, the hell’s a raccoon?!”

“You see little guy,” the man said. “It’s what you are. Bushy striped tail, those ears, that mask around your eyes….” Suddenly he was interrupted by the roller coaster beginning to fall apart. “Dang it Onion!” he screamed as he ran towards the ride. “If you hadn’t blown up my phone, I would’ve called your parents by now!”

“Well,” Rocket said to himself. “That was weird.”

Drax was searching across the boardwalk in search of Peridot, asking various people. He went to the pizza place, the arcade, the fry place and the beach but nobody saw her anywhere. He was about ready to give up and report to his teammates when he heard a small voice.

“Excuse me, have you seen my dog?” the voice asked. Drax looked down to discover that voice belonged to a small green child with triangular hair looking up at him. “What did you say?” he asked back. “I said, have you seen my dog?” The child was very persistent when asking him. “What does your dog look like little one?”

“My dog is orange, chubby, has little legs and a green tail.” the child answered. “I’m sorry, but I do not know about a creature like that.” Drax answered much to her dismay. “But if I do find it, I’ll come tell you.” The child beamed at Drax as she hugged his leg. “Thanks mister!” she said as she let go and ran off. Drax smiled back at her, as she reminded him of his late daughter Kamaria.

But that’s when he realized the child looked very much like the Gem they were searching for. “Wait a minute.”

Star-Lord and Gamora were walking through the streets of Beach City looking for someone who might know the Peridot they were hunting. “Are you sure whoever works at this car-wash might know about her?” Gamora asked. “I’m pretty sure.” Peter replied. “I mean, there’s nothing that can distract us now!”

Then ironically enough, he got distracted by the white van that had the words “Mr. Universe” on it and was immediately starstruck. “Are you alright Pete?” his green compatriot inquired. “Of course I’m alright,” Peter shouted. “That’s the van of Mr. Universe, pretty much one of the greatest musicians on Earth!”

The two walked up to the van to find a beach bum strumming his guitar when he stopped to notice them. “Oh hey, didn’t see you there.” he said. “It’s not often we get visitors that don’t want to destroy Earth.” While Peter was still in awe, Gamora on the other hand was very confused. “This is the legendary Mr. Universe?” she wondered pointing to him. “He doesn’t look like a star.”

“I may not look all that cool now, but I’m still a cool guy to be around.” the man said getting up and reaching his hand towards Gamora. “Name’s Greg Universe.” She reluctantly shook it. Greg tried to get Peter to shake his hand but he was too busy fanboying. “HI MY NAME IS PETER I’M ONE OF YOUR BIGGEST FANS I REMEMBER WHEN MY MOM TOOK ME TO ONE OF YOUR CONCERTS IT WAS ONE OF THE BEST EXPERIENCES OF MY CHILDHOOD!” he blurted out before fainting.

“I’m sorry about your friend sir.” Gamora apologized to Greg. “You see, we came here looking for someone named Peridot. Do you know her?”

“Oh yeah, I do know Peridot.” Greg answered. “She’s one of Steven’s friends who pushed me off a barn roof.” Just then, Peter regained consciousness when hearing about Peridot.

“Wait, who’s Steven?” he asked. “Steven’s my son, a really sweet kid like his mother.” Greg replied as he pulled out a picture of him a picture frame of him and a woman with big pink hair who resembled the Gem from Gamora’s story. “That’s me and her way back when. Her name’s Rose Quartz.”

Star-Lord got quite curious. “What happened to her?” he asked, which made Greg turn quite dour. “She died giving birth to him.” he said. Star-Lord started feeling sorry for him as he already lost his mother when he was a boy. “That’s rough buddy.” he replied. “So anyway, we’re gonna go now.” Gamora interjected grabbing Peter by the shirt collar. “See ya later Greg!” Peter said. “But can you sign my Walkman first?”

Greg was happy to oblige as he pulled out a marker and wrote “To one of my biggest fans, from Mr. Universe” on it. Peter couldn’t help but squee as he was dragged away.

“Anything guys?” Rocket asked as the group reassembled at the shore. “I am Groot!” Groot said happily as he munched on Sadie’s bag. “I met a child looking for her dog who resembled our target quite a bit.” Drax said. “Quill fanboyed over some hopeless bum who used to be a rockstar from his childhood.” Gamora said as Peter continued to stare at his music player.

“I got beaten up by some guy at the park.” Rocket said pawing his face. “Face it, it’s all a lost cause. Might as well give u-” Suddenly he was interrupted by a weird feeling in his tail followed by barking. “Alright, who did that?” he demanded.

“Don’t look at me, it was Drax!” Star-Lord claimed pointing at Drax. “I do not make noises like that, blame Groot!” Drax added. “I am Groot!” Groot exclaimed pointing at Rocket’s tail. There was a small orange creature biting it that looked like a cross between a pumpkin and a puppy. “That’s it!” Drax bellowed pointing at the creature. “That’s the girl’s dog!”

“Wait a minute, what girl?” Rocket said as the child Drax met earlier rushed to Rocket and grabbed the creature. “Pumpkin, I’ve been searching all over for you!” she shouted as she hugged it. “Lapis, I found Pumpkin!”

The Guardians looked up to see a blue figure flying through the sky with wings made of water. When the figure landed, it was actually a blue Gem wearing a blue halter top & skirt with dark blue triangles on them and her teardrop-shaped gemstone on her back.

“Wait, there’s more of them? Star-Lord wondered. “Quiet Quill!” Rocket shushed him. “Thanks for helping us find Pumpkin.” Lapis said to Drax. “Peridot told me you would look for him.” Rocket’s ears started to perk up again. “You’re very welcome miss. I suppose you must be her mother.” Lapis started to look a little sheepish. “No, just her friend.” She then turned around to Peridot. “C'mon Peri, we’re supposed to be visiting Steven today.”

As the two walked away with Pumpkin away from the Guardians, Rocket jumped up and clung to Drax’s chest. “YOU IDIOT!” he screamed in his face. “You had the chance to capture her right then & there and you just let her leave?!” Star-Lord pulled his furry crewmate away from Drax and set him down on the sand. “Hey, no need to start yelling at Drax.” he said. “Besides, we need to follow those two. They said something about visiting someone named Steven.”

“Wasn’t this Steven supposed to be Greg’s child?” Gamora asked. “Yeah, maybe he knows those two.” Peter replied as he glanced toward Peridot and Lapis. “Now how can we follow them without getting caught?” Just then, they noticed a pink lion walking out from behind the Big Donut. “Is that a lion?” he wondered as he and the others watched in confusion. “Why is this animal pink?” Drax asked. “Beats me,” Rocket answered. “Let’s see if it’s friendly.”

The group walked to the lion as it started looking at them. They all stared at each other for a bit until the lion started scratching Groot, which made him giggle. “Yep definitely seems friendly.” Star-Lord said. “I wonder how fluffy his mane is?” He reached out to pet it when it tried to bite him. “Whoa!” he shouted as he pulled his hand out of the way. That’s when he got an idea.

“I have a plan!” he declared. “Oh God no.” Rocket moaned, fearing what he had planned. “We make Rocket pretend he’s roadkill, have the lion bring him to those two and then we break in & attack!” Rocket couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Why do I have to be the bait?” he complained as Gamora picked him up. “Why can’t we just rip off Groot’s arm and pretend it’s a tree branch?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to do this job for 5,000 units?” Gamora asked as she stuck her gun-toting chum into the lion’s mouth. “Yeah but not like this!” he cried. “Alright, I’ll play dead.”

“Alright now go to your home.” Drax ordered the lion. It obeyed the destroyer’s command and raced off, with the Guardians in pursuit.

“I’m really starting to regret stealing those Quartz gems.” Rocket moaned as the lion stopped at a beach house sitting beneath a statue of a giant woman with four pairs of arms. “Hey Lion, what you got there?” the voice of a boy asked as it walked outside to the lion. From what Rocket could see, the boy was roughly around his height with brown curly hair, a pink T-shirt with a star on it, blue jeans and pink sandals. “Is that a raccoon?”

As Rocket was pulled out of the lion’s mouth, he tried his best to play dead. “Is he dead Lion?” The lion quietly shook its head. “I’m not sure either, maybe the Gems can help.” The boy rushed Rocket inside the beach house as the other Guardians spied on him. “That small Earth child is the lion’s master?” Drax questioned. “It would’ve eaten him alive by now!”

“No time for questions Drax.” Quill said as he got out of their hiding spot and moved to the beach house. “We’ve got a job to do.”

The boy went inside the beach house with Rocket in his arms and laid him on a table. “Guys, come quick!” he called and five females ran to his side. Aside from Lapis and Peridot, the first was Garnet, a Gem with shades and a square afro. With her was Amethyst who was short, purple & had long pale lavender hair and Pearl, a thin white Gem with her gemstone on her forehead.

“Steven, why did you bring that animal into the house?” Pearl asked. “I don’t think it’s feeling well.” Steven claimed. “Aw come one Ste-man, it’s a raccoon.” Amethyst said. “They’re bound to play dead.”

“Amethyst has a point.” Garnet agreed. “Well, let’s try my healing spit and see what happens.” Steven licked his hand and tried to touch the raccoon with it before it grabbed his hand. The critter was now awake!

“Get your slimy hands offa me twerp!” Rocket shouted. “Wait, it can talk?” Lapis exclaimed. “Of course I can talk,” the furball proclaimed. “There ain’t anybody in this universe like me except me!”

Just then, Drax burst through the window armed with his daggers, laughing like a maniac along the way. “You fell for our trap!” he shouted as he got up. He continued laughing as Star-Lord opened the door. “You know Drax, you could’ve just kicked down the door.” Peter said as he let himself, Gamora and Groot inside. “I know, but jumping through the window is much cooler.” the destroyer replied.

“Okay, first the talking raccoon, then the beefy guy breaking the window and now this?” Amethyst exclaimed. “Who are you?” Garnet shouted as her hands turned into gauntlets. “We’re the Guardians of the freakin’ Galaxy,” Rocket said dusting himself off and joining his team. “And we’re here for that Peridot of yours!”

The words Rocket said alone were enough to get Peridot freaking out. “I knew it, Yellow Diamond has come for me!” she screamed as she hid under the table.

“We won’t let you take Peridot!” Pearl shouted as she took a spear out of her gemstone, followed by Amethyst summoning a whip and Steven a shield. “Yeah, try and stop us chumps!” Amethyst added. “Who you callin’ chumps shorty? Now it’s war!” Rocket exclaimed as he pulled out his laser cannon with Gamora unsheathing her sword, Star-Lord loading his pistols and Groot putting up his fists.

The great battle between the Guardians of the Galaxy and the Crystal Gems has begun.

#guardians of the galaxy #steven universe #fanfiction #crossover #clod on the run #star-lord #gamora #drax the destroyer #rocket raccoon #groot #steven demayo #garnet #amethyst #pearl #peridot #lapis lazuli #pumpkin dog #lion steven universe #cameos from thanos and pink diamond

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Roleplay Server Log #190

“General Visitations, Giselles Punishment”

[Doc] Fixes hir hair self-conciously-

[Winston] Leaves once more-

[CP] - It will take him a few moments to gather them, Doc, are you sure you want your dragon here?

[Doc] Looks at Yaunfen - I'm not sure I'd want them to be anywhere else either. If they're by me, I know they're safe.

[CP] - But they also might be seen as a target

[Gk] Wait! Before they get here. I like a good suprise- He shrinks down into his human form and rushes inside to stand casually at Cp's side.

[Doc] Only if they're stupid. They saw what I did to Giselle. And it shows I'm not the only dragon here either.

-Lie's guard slinks into the shadows, invisible unless one is really looking for them-

[CP] - Alright... Have you let MB and TLOT know they might be fighting?

[Doc] Do you want Mb to run here with a sword in each hand? Because that will likely be his reaction.

[CP] - And TLOT?

[Doc] Gives Cp a serious look - do you really think he hasn't been listening? His powers have actually increased because of all the Testificates on the sub-seed.

[CP] - Don't remind me about them

[Doc] Aww, they're harmless. And they like you, so shush.

[CP] - Can I make them not like me?

[Doc] No.

[CP] - Fuck you

[Doc] Pats his arm- I know you're nervous. It's okay. I won't embarass you. Not intentionally at least.

[CP] - I'm suspicious of that claim

[Winston] Finally creates another portal and steps through, the other Nether generals following and shifting into more mob like forms-

[Giselle] - Oh Master, here you are!

[Grayson] A lumbering giant of a pigman snorts in irritation, cracking his knuckles- Hello sir...

[Gk] Is doing his best to look formidable, his eyes are very bright in comparision to the blobby black scars around them.

[Doc] Geetings, again.

[Blake] - Oh not you again

[Doc] What? It's my server. I'm one of the natives here.

[Yaunfen] Giving suspicious eyebrows to the group, xe scuttles up Doc's back and watches them from hir shoulder

[Magnolia] Shyly- Hello Master, Mistress

{CP] - Magnolia, I'm surprised, you don't often travel far from your home

[Giselle] - I made her come, she is a Nether general after all

[Banette] Approaches Magnolia curiously- Baaaan?

[Magnolia] - AH! She ducks behind Winston

[Doc] It's okay. It belongs to Cp.

[CP] - The four of you wished to see me?

[Giselle] - Oh Master, we're just worried! You've been gone for so long!

[Grayson] - Perhaps your growing weak...

[Doc] That's rather presumtous of you Grayson. Insulting even.

[CP] - It's just how he thinks

[Doc] Then I'll inform you that it's a foolish thought. Cp has been the recipient of my greatest gift. I assure you he's nigh indestructable now.

[Grayson] - I doubt that

[CP] - I don't feel like fighting Grayson, but if you're determined to fight, you could fight a weaker brine here on this server

[Doc] Then you insult me as well. And you do so at your peril.

[Grayson] Snorts in annoyance-

[Yaunfen] Little hiss- Burp!

[Blake] - Master, why not come back to your server instead of this annoyingly peaceful one?

[CP] - Because I'm working on alliances Blake, alliances to help defeat NOTCH, since your units seem incapable of doing so

[Gk] quietly- Heh, burn.

[Doc] Our server is peaceful because it's filled with powerful entities that respect the space enough to not want to wreck it with useless fighting.

[Giselle] Ignoring the other brines- Master, I'm sure if we had more units and could train them against humans then we'd be better prepared to take on your horrible excuse for a father

[Doc] Then you don't realize how valuable an ally even a single human can be either.

[Lie] - You've seen what became of me, I was originally a human, but now I'm a brine

[Giselle] - Oh shut up you ditzy little slut!

[CP] Growls darkly-

[Yaunfen] - Learned taunt- Pulls a rather obnoxius face

[Doc] Actually suprised- Yanufen? How did you...? The eggs... oh dear....

[Gk] Don't call Lie a slut unless you want me to replace you right now by breaking your face.

[Giselle] - Replace me? Ha! As if! You're not even remotely ghast like!

[Gk] Nope, and I don't have to be. I was born in the Nether. It's in my blood.

[Giselle] - The Master would never replace me

[Grayson] - Shut up you little brown worm

[Gk] Pfft! Your position is tenous at best. Likewise for your fuckbuddy there.

[Doc] Zip it roadhog. That's my child. - Scratches Yaunfen's chin and tickles hir long whiskers

[Grayson] - What sort of abomination did you fuck to create that?

[Blake] - I assure you, my position is in no danger

[Doc] They're adopted. But I assure you, my mate is just as monstrous as I. And you get one more insult before I knock your rotting block off.

[Gk] Ha! You don't get to decide sweetheart. It's Cp's call. And it's just that attitude that's put your jobs in question.

[Giselle] - We're to important, besides, currently there's nobody ready to be put in training for the general position

[Gk] Wrong. I'm ready and willing to take both your places.

[Blake] - You know nothing of our units!

[Gk] How do you know? Cp's told me everything I need and I can always whip a few mobs into shape if anyone feels like mouthing off.

[Giselle] - Master, you wouldn't!

[CP] - Giselle, how many warnings have I given you recently?

[Gk] Too many I think. You ought to just banish both of them.

[CP] - I know, but I didn't want to drag you away from helping with Endrea

[Blake] - Oh what does that flying bitch have to do with anything?

[Gk] Dangerous growl - Don't talk that way about my niece or there won't be enough left of you to fill a bucket.

[Giselle] - Your niece? Ha! That's ridiculous, the only relations Endrea has is to her precious little ender children

[Doc] I'm not the only one here who believes in adopting loved ones.

[Gk] Yes, and they're under my protection as well.

[Blake] - Honestly Master, why are you putting up with this foolishness? You haven't killed any humans in months and it's starting to affect you

[Gk] Don't talk around me, you meally mouthed ass-kisser! What he does is none of your fucking business anyway!

[Blake] - Oh? Does anyone else hear an annoying little fly?

[Gk] Turns to Cp- Beaten up or dead? Your call.

[CP] - That's a tough one..

[Giselle] - Master!

[Lie] - CP, don't kill them, you yourself said something like that could cause a rebellion

[CP] - Good point...

[Gk] So can I beat him up or no?

[CP] - Go ahead

[Gk] I'll be outside, if you're man enough Blake. - Stalks out.

[[Blake] - That insufferable little-

[CP] - GO

[Blake] - Ah, um, yes Master- He goes and opens the door, stepping outside

[Gk] Is in his full glory outside the door, flames are curling from his open lips and a long slimy tongue slurps over his fangs as he grins wickedly. He opens his wings and the ghast tentacles wiggle obscenely. - Me first- He kicks out with his sharp hooves at the blaze general.

[Blake] Is thrown back inside, nearly hurtling into Lie who is pulled out of the way by CP-

[Giselle] - Blake!

[Gk] Lets the open door frame his fearsome visage. - Anyone else want proof of my qualifications?

[Grayson] - Those two are always weaklings

[Gk] Says the pre-roasted piggy.

[Grayson] - Match my size and we'll fight

[Yaunfen] Makes happy noises at Gk-

[Gk] Sorry porky, I only come in two sizes, small and XXXL.

[Grayson] Growls-

[CP] Sighs- Are all of you done yet? I'd rather get back to my work

[Giselle] - But Master, wouldn't it be best to do your work in your office?

[Doc] You think he doesn't have an office in his wife's house? That's rather silly.

[Giselle] - In this dump? It can probably barely hold a candle to his real one

[Gk] Don't talk shit about Lie's house. And what the fuck do you know about decorating?

[Doc] It's just a big empty room, what's so special?

[Giselle] - Plenty more than that bitch

[CP] - Giselle, you will cease now

[Banette] Kicks Giselle in the leg like a small child and then flees behind Cp-

[Doc] You just hate her anyway, who cares what you think?

[Giselle] - I was supposed to become the Master's mate

[Doc] Says you and no one else.

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[Grayson] - Perhaps we should see what's so damn appealing about this server

[Giselle] - For once you've had a good idea Grayson

[Doc] As long as you leave our humans and little ones alone, I'm fine with that. The rules are simple; no stealing or griefing.

[Doc] Pulls out a command block and begins typing- I've got some temporary names set up, it's a thing I'm testing. You're on respawn as guests but don't use it as an excuse to start shit or I'll turn it off.

[Grayson] - Such things are for weaklings

[Doc] whatever. I'm doing it for Cp, since your his guests.

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[TLOT] is already walking to the spawn, shaking his head in amusement-

[CP] - Remember, this is not a seed that we're taking over

[Giselle] - Who would want to stay in such a low resolution anyways?

[Doc] Some of us are older then Minecraft. Low is comfortable.

[Magnolia] - Um... May I be excused from this?

[Winston] Pats her on the head-

[Doc] Magnolia? Are you actually a child? There are lots of kids in the village if you'd prefer to go play. No offense meant.

[Magnolia] - Oh, um, not really...

[CP] - Her more child like form is because it's more comfortable for her and fits her demeanor better as well. She's not the most bold and it makes it easier for her to hide

[Doc] Understood. I thought there was a chance she was more like Sally.

[Blake] - Shall we be off to see just what could be so appealing about this place?

[Giselle] - Yes, let's

[Gk] Moves graciously away from the door and cat-loafs to watch them exit.

[Doc] I will be keeping an eye on you, just in case

[CP] Groans- This could create one Nether of a mess...

[Gk] it shows you're confident though

[CP] - I'd rather those three not be here

[Doc] I understand. Yaunfen? You ready for a little ride?

[Yaunfen] Burp!

[Doc] It's gonna be okay Cp. -grinning- and if it's not, I'll just arrange an accident. - winks -

[Doc] Shifts as Xe exits and the bitty dragon ends up coiled in hir mane.

[Lie] - It will be alright CP, Doc, TLOT, and GK know what their doing

[CP] - I know, but those three idiot generals of mine don't know that

[Sweet Alex] is coming up the path to Lies house with a chest in her arms-

[Giselle] Scowls at the sight of the human- Pathetic thing

[Sweet Alex] Good morning! Who are you guys with? Wait... Is that Winston? Nice to see you again!

[Winston] Gives her a friendly wave-

[Giselle] Preps a fire charge-

[Doc] Arches up behind them - Good morning Sweet Alex, whatcha got there?

[Sweet Alex] Cinnamon rolls! Thanks for the spices Doc!

[Giselle] Scowls at Doc- She's a human, why not just destroy her?

[Doc] Because that would be super dumb?

[Sweet Alex] You don't like humans?

[Doc] Sweet Alex is the best glitch-talker on the seed and she's performed two miraculious healings so far with nothing but her own good energy.

[Sweet Alex] -Blushes-

[Blake] - Humans are prey which the Master subjects to his whims and nothing more

[Sweet Alex] Which brine is your master?

[Doc] Cp.

[Sweet Alex] See now you're just being silly. Cp is a grump but he's not like that at all.

[Giselle] - Shut up you twit, you don't know our Master at all

[Sweet Alex] He's my neighbor, and I know him quite well thank you.

[Grayson] - Pathetic little weakling, I think I'll kill you here and now

[Doc] Considering that she's under both my protection and Gk's, that would be a very poor idea.

[Grayson] - I don't care- He approaches the small Alex

[Sweet Alex] Takes out a rather large flower, it's rainbow colored and nearly as tall as she is.

[Doc] Alex....

[Sweet Alex] It's okay. TLOT gave it to me.

[Grayson] Raises his fist-

[Sweet Alex] Shakes the gaudy flower right in his face-

[Grayson] Stumbles back and rubs at his eyes- WHAT THE NETHER IS THAT!?

[Sweet Alex] Walks calmly around him- It's a color flash. Maybe next time I see you, you'll be politer.

[Doc] Chuckles-

[Grayson] Swings wildly at the air in the general direction of Sweet Alex-

[Sweet Alex] Evades him easily and walks under Doc's feet and back towards Cp and Lie's place. - See you later Winston, Doc.

[jewel] -stumbles past doc for a few blocks before collapsing on the ground she is still awake but she seem to be sweating heavily because she is still in her cat suit-

[Doc] Jewel! - Trots quickly over to her- What happened?

[jewel] it's hot to hot

[Giselle] Starts moving away from the group-

[Doc] Take some of your clothes off. No one cares.

[jewel] I do I wont I refuse to take them off

[Doc] Even if I gave you something cooler to wear?

[Blake] Distracts Winston so Giselle can get away-

[Gk] Has come up the path and follows Giselle from above-

[jewel] what can be cooler when you want every part of you body covered

[Giselle] Is approaching CP's place, looking for an opportunity to strike at Lie-

[Doc] I could make you a long dress out of something light?

[Gk] Lands quietly on Lies roof and watches Giselle-

[jewel] then someone could see under the dress

[Giselle] Is sticking to the shadows and watches as Lie steps out to greet Sweet Alex-

[Sweet Alex] I brought you some cinnamon rolls Lie!

[Doc] Maybe you should go visit Gem? She has a whole room made of ice.

[Lie] - Oh that sounds wonderful! Thank you!

[Sweet Alex] I ran into Cp's associates. They're rather rude, aren't they?

[jewel] -slowly gets up- that might be the best

[Doc] Do you know where she lives? I can chat and let her know. She might enjoy the company actually.

[jewel] I don't live that far from there so I have seen it

[Lie] - A reason as to why they're here is my fault, two of them really don't like me

[Giselle] Creates multiple fire charges-

[Doc] Here take this in the meantime- Gives her a block of packed ice. - That should keep you from passing out at least.

[Gk] Clears his throat behind Giselle-

[Sweet Alex] Oh! Hey Gk. You again!

[Giselle] Growls- Fuck off asshole

[jewel] -takes the block- thank you doc -starts to walk to gem's house with the packed ice on her head-

[Gk] Leave her alone unless you'd like to be dragon chow instead of fired.

[Doc] You're welcome Jewel. Stay hydrated!

[Giselle] - I don't answer to you- She fires off the charges towards Lie

[Gk] Leaps over her and takes the hits himself broadside- Son of a bitch!

[Sweet Alex] Gk! - As a reflex she draws a bow -

[Lie] - GK?

[Gk] Is on the ground and swearing a lot-

[CP] Hears the explosion and rushes out, his aura dark and dangerous-

[Sweet Alex] Looses a very fast arrow at Giselle, aiming for her head-

[Giselle] Launches more fire charges, one destroying the arrow-

[CP] Blocks the rest-

[Gk] Smashes into Giselle with one of his wings and tangles her up in the tentacles-

[Giselle] - Let me go you curr!

[Gk] Thumps her against the ground a couple of times- Fuck you!

[CP] - GK, hold her still- The grass around him is turning black and burnt

[Gk] Adjusts his grip so She's upright in his tentacles with only her torso tangled-

[Sweet Alex] Gk... did she hurt you badly?

[Gk] Not fire-wise but the impact hurt like hell!

[CP] - I gave you many chances Giselle, but you just outright attacked my mate... This is not acceptable, so, I will strip you of everything, your dignity, your status, and your power. You will be weaker than any other of your kind and I will make certain you never enter my sight again!

[Giselle] - But... But Master!

[Gk] Told ya you were getting fired.

[CP] Focus' his power and Giselle begins writhing, shifting into a normal ghast once more in what appears to be a very painful manner-

[Gk] Adjusts his grip so he has her tangled in both wings- You spit anything at me I'll head-butt you in the eyes with my horns.

[Giselle] Angry ghast screech-

[Gk] What are you going to do with her Cp?

[CP] - Banish her into the farthest corner of the Nether where she will be alone

[Gk] Which Nether?

[CP] - Mine, so I can be sure she doesn't try to return or get help from anyone else

[Lie] Spawns some healing flowers near GK-

[Gk] What about her butt-boy Blake? You risk making her a martyr

[CP] Growls- You think I don't know that? But he hasn't done anything to directly harm Lie. Nor has he done anything bad enough to deserve banishment!

[Gk] Smiles wickedly. - I have a wonderful idea....

[CP] Snaps- What?

[Gk] Have TLOT make her small and give her to Blake. Then tell him if he behaves you might consider restoring her, not to any authority, but to human shaped so they can boink again.

[CP] - And what if he spreads that it's her?

[Sweet Alex] You shouldn't seperate them if they're a couple anyway. That's mean.

[Gk] So? It's called an object lesson. If you send her off, NOTCH might find her and pump her for info.

[CP] - They're not an actual couple, they just bang because they can't do it to me

[Sweet Alex] He has a point though, you can keep an eye on her if she's close, but she can't do anything herself if she's small. And nobody should be alone. That's mean.

[Lie] - CP, think about how much you hate being a cat, it will be many times worse fo her because she won't be able to change back

[Gk] And it shows just a little bit of what TLOT is capable of....

[[CP] - FINE! But you can fucking take her there, I need to go punch stuff

[Gk] Deal. - Gets up with a groan- Alex kiddo, you gonna be okay going home alone?

[Sweet Alex] I'll just hang out with Lie for a bit, if that's okay with you Lie?

[Lie] - Absolutely, why don't we go into the green house

[GK] Adjust his grip on Giselle so she's upside down on his back and tangled in both his wings - We're going for a walk beeyotch.

[Giselle] More angry noises-

[Gk] Whatever- Heads for the spawn-

[TLOT] Is basically meditating on a dirt block and raises his eyebrows at Gk's burden-

[TLOT] Ummmm

[Gk] Hey TLOT, I have a little task for you. Turn this ghast into something smaller for me. Cp's request. It's a punishment.

[TLOT] Can I ask what it did?

[GK] Attacked Lie, more then once.

[TLOT] Gets a rather dark and angry air- Did you have anything specific in mind?

[Gk] Your choice- He pulls the Ghast down and forces it against the ground-

[TLOT] Asks it a mental question- any last words?

[Giselle] - I refuse to be belittled like this, the Master will come to his senses!

[TLOT] Ah stubborn. I'll take that into account. - He advances on the vast creature and grabs it easily, smushing and molding it down, before stepping back to check his work. Where the ghast was is a pure white donkey.

[Gk] Niiice

[Giselle] Loud angry bray-

[TLOT] Same to you.

[CP] Mentally- Is that bitch taken care of?

[TLOT] I made her look more like her actions. She's now a donkey. You're welcome.

[CP] - Still seems to good for her...

[TLOT] Meh. It's worse then being a cat. At least a cat kinda has fingers and a sort of thumb.

[CP] Grumbles-

[Giselle] Kicks at TLOT-

[TLOT] Slides around her and throws a tether on her before lashing it to a post and sitting back down. -I'm betting the others will be along eventually.

[gem] -flies down and lands softly in front of tlot-

[TLOT] Hello Gem, what are you up too? I heard you were getting a bit overheated?

[gem] I was but now I have these cold flowers to help but I came to ask a favor

[TLOT] Puffs up a bit - I'm just in high demand today! What can I do for you, my friend?

[Gk] Has curled up and is just watching Giselle with a satisfied air

[gem] well I need a -air quote- toy

[TLOT] Ooo! Now that's what I like to hear. - He wiggles his fingers in anticipation- What kind?

[gem] a dildo but to be specific one that has soft spikes because space angel have hole that are reversed to match males patterns

[TLOT] Cocks his head - You mean it's like a puzzle piece inside and you need a really specific shape to fit?

[gem] kind of because those hole are extremely sensitive and will feel better if I was able to get into them

[TLOT] I think we may need some privacy for this.... Gk can you watch the jackass?

[Gk] Sure thing.

[TLOT] Come with me. - Waves her over to the netherbrick house by the horsepen

[gem] right -follows tlot-

[Giselle] Is pulling at the lead in much frustration-

[TLOT] Slides down the ladder and leads her to a room with several beds - I'm flattered you came to me, though I think Doc could do this more easily.

[TLOT] I can make kind of a cast of your innards but I'll have to touch you a bit, is that okay?

[gem] It's ok

[TLOT] Have a sit and I'll get something soft.

[gem] -sits on the bed-

[TLOT] Starts fussing around and finally settles on a rubber ball he found LH playing with and copied. He makes a few more copies and picks them apart before mashing them in his hands. - Sorry Gem, I think this will feel rather wierd.

[gem] I can't assume it won't

[TLOT] Fair enough - He feels around a bit until he gets a finger inside her and pushes the glob in in a rough tube shape. -

[gem] -jumps slightly at the feeling-

[TLOT] Pushes a bit and the glob starts reforming to fill the weird topography inside the space angel-

[gem] this defiantly at the moment feels very weird

[TLOT] I'll try and make it quick- He wiggles it around until it's the right shape and then pulls it back out of her-

- the spikes are on uneven spots on the dildo spread out over mostly the top half of it-

[TLOT] Well that's interesting. Does it need to be slightly smaller?

[gem] not at all

[TLOT] Okay, then I'll spiff it up. - He makes a happy whistling noise as he changes the colors of the pixels to a sparkly purple and added a bit of redstone to the core of it. - Just give it a tap right here and we're in business! - The little device begins wiggling, shaking and humming like it's trying to get away from TLOT.

[gem] thank you tlot for your help with this

[TLOT] Any time! - hesitates- I'm sorry if you're lonely Gem. If I knew anyone suitible I'd introduce you. - Hands her the toy

[gem] -take it- even if I don't find someone I still have great friends and family

[TLOT] Is just beaming. - I feel the same. You guys make me feel like the whole servers dad. -chuckles- Doc is motherbrine.

[gem] -laughs- best father and motherbine ever

[TLOT] Don't tell Doc I said that okay. Haha. I've seen the way they deal with Yaunfen when they think no one is around. 100% mom.

[gem] I won't but I have quite a bit parent in me I guess we all do

[TLOT] Hows the baby doing?

[gem] aqua grew

[TLOT] Really? How big?!

[gem] aven and ben had to use their water powers to move him into a new pond because he out grew the one he was in

[TLOT] Ah, Is it going to be a visit to Herabrine pretty soon? I think that's gonna be a big dragon. Are you planning on moving?

[gem] my house no use less I can find a winter biome but I haven't seen one and I doubt aven and ben would want to move the house

[TLOT] So are just going to keep making bigger and bigger ponds on the savannah for Aqua? That might be a little cruel.

[gem] don't live that far away from the ocean I was thinking if we really need to next time aqua need to move we can add a temporary gate to a section of the ocean instead till aqua is ready to be free

[TLOT] That's why I was suggesting you talk to Herabrine. Doc can make walls in any terrain easily, but she can find you a good spot that's protected.

[gem] i would rather make the wall myself i miss the amount of building i use to do back in my server

[TLOT] Well you should talk to Hera anyway. You are eventually going to be putting a huge dragon with untested social and language skills in the vicinity of her house. She's already mad Doc brought that gigantic black thing in here.

[gem] I have introduced hera to aqua but I will talk to her again about moving him into the ocean

[TLOT] Do they know any words yet? Yaunfen is at two so far. "Burp" and "no".

[gem] not that I know of but aqua has seemed to have made friends with hyrule

[TLOT] Laughs- I knew it. He's gonna be a water baby. I bet those two will be best friends. How big of a conniption fit did BEN have?

[gem] according to vin he will yelling his lungs out

[TLOT] I kinda feel bad for him, but he needs to get over it. It won't be long before that kid is running all over the place just like all the villager's children.

[gem] he has been getting bigger faster then a human would but not super fast

[TLOT] It's probably a mix of parental traits and being born in this game specifically. With a ghost and a creepypasta for parents who knows what to expect really.

[gem] all hell to break loose is what I think is going to happen once hyrule can walk and say more then three words

[TLOT] Doc is concerened about Slender... I picked up on it easily after their last talk. It's actually lucky that Aven can't leave.

[gem] aven would turn to a ghost if she did she would basically be in spectator mode but slightly truculent

[TLOT] I know. It keeps her safe because Slender can't kidnap her.

[gem] I am glad to I would rather her not die for a second time

[TLOT] I heard a juicy little rumor actually...

[gem] oh do tell

[TLOT] Well you know from BEN that creepypastas with the Insanity posession can't breed right? Apprently two of them have been trying to have a kid out there for some time. So we may get some new arrivals when they get desperate enough to trade the posessive bitch for the chance at a baby.

[gem] awe I hope they do so they can also have a happy family

[TLOT] Who knows? I don't know what they're like. They might not even be humanoid.

[gem] I barely am

[TLOT] Good point. You know... speaking of nonhuman things... I had the weirdest experience. I think Doc's house is haunted by something more then just Chomplies.

[gem] oh I think I know what your talking about I heard it roams at night

[TLOT] I've gotten some weird feelings I can't put my finger on. Lots of sadness. But it always seems to get away before I can find where it's coming from. Doc's house is such a maze. Anything could hide in there.

[gem] I was going to do a stake out in the kitchen to get a screen shot but I kept putting it off

[TLOT] It's not always the kitchen though. I've seen some odd shapes in the water at night that I know aren't anything that should be in the bay.

[gem] I feel like we need more then one person to this stake out to cover all the places it could apear

[TLOT] I don't know if that will work anyway. It seems more sad then dangerous. I feel bad for it. And I'm worried it's something Doc made that they don't want to talk about. So I don't say anything when they're around.

[gem] well if we can figure out what it is maybe we could cheer it up

[TLOT] Maybe. Do you have any ideas? Besides a stake-out?

[gem] well no I barely know what it is and if it's sad I wouldn't want to put any catching traps that might scare them

[TLOT] Yeah, that would be bad... I don't know.But you know you have the run of Doc's house if you ever want to explore.

[gem] snake tends to do that for me because he really like to I still get his memory of the place

[TLOT] Has he seen anything?

[gem] most of it none that involves going down a ladder or he would never get back up

[TLOT] Quite a few rooms require a ladder. If you want to explore, it should probably be you rather then your guardians.

[gem] I will keep that in mind I am going to head there now

[TLOT] Okay, I'm goign to stay by the spawn. I think our visitors will find their way there pretty soon. - heads up the ladder and back outside

[gem] -follows tlot up the ladder before heading to the castle-

[Exeggcute] Is sunning themselves on the porch by BEN's old room-

[gem] -walks up to the porch and sees the exeggcute- oh hey there

[Exeggcute] Looks at Gem curiously and there's a bit of buzzing in her mind from it

[gem] -is thinking about how cute exeggcute look. sits on her knees to reach out to pet them-

[Exeggcute] Seems to get it and the pods shuffle to get under her hand-

[gem] -pets them her four arms make it easier to pet all of them-

[Steve] Is tending to the horses under their feet.

[gem] -gets up and goes inside and enters the horse pen area one of her horses are still in the pen from when ben left them there-

[Steve] Is surrounded by horses, there are several skeleton ones, a trio of normal horses and Doc's zombie horse, and towering over them, the imposing form of the Mudsdale.

[gem] hello steve

[Steve] Is giving Gir a hug, the zombie horse makes a hollow whinny, but it's obviously content- Oh! Hey Gem! Gone to ground with the rest of us huh? I heard Cp's generals are bad news.

[gem] really how bad are we talking and I came more to explore the house a bit more my self

[Steve] Oh. They're hot-heads. I heard one of them attacked Doc on more then one occasion. They don't like Lie at all.

[gem] -growls a little at the thought of them attacking people on the server-

[Steve] It's okay. We're strong too. I'm not afraid of them at all. But... Markus is here. Cp wanted to hide him to avoid any awkward questions....

[gem] isn't he also sick that can't be good him to meet violent hot-heads

[Steve] Yes, he can't get out of bed. Flux is looking after him though, Dolly is nearby too if she needs help.

[gem] it also seem youhave an extra horse then usually

[Steve] Yeah. Someone must have left one. I wonder who's it is? I'm sure they'll be back eventually.

[gem] they are mine but I didn't bring them here and I was look for them.

[Steve] Spreads his hands- well.... I guess you can take them whenever then. I'm okay with looking after them in the meantime.

[gem] i'll take them home when I leave for home thank you for taking care of them while they are here

[Steve] Hey, anytime.

[gem] hey have you seen anything strange wondering around?

[Steve] Stranger then usual I assume? Haha. Yeah... sometimes. Doc's lab is full of weird noises at night, and I don't mean the caged mobs.

[gem] something none has caught a real glimpse of has been moving around at night sometimes

[Steve] Shivers- I've heard it. It sounds like someone dragging a huge slimeblock.

[gem] I plan to get to the bottom of this and find out exactly what it is

[Steve] Whatever it is... I think there must be another way to get into the bay from the house besides the moonpool in Silver's room. We find big patches of water in the lower tunnels sometimes.

[gem] hmm pieces of a curious puzzle.

[Steve] Just... be gentle okay? I don't think it's anything bad. I know Doc has secrets, we try not to pry. There's a lot of heartache in hir past.

[gem] tlot said it was sad I really want to find out what it is to cheer it up and get a screen shot

[Steve] Ha, you sound a bit like Arden. He's the same way. Wants pictures of everything strange. Can't imagine what he thinks he'll do with them. Something tells me that group is going to end up digital just like Markus from staying here too long.

[gem] arden was the first one to tell me about this thing running around

[Steve] Maybe you should talk to him then. I know he's a night owl anyway.

[gem] I will have to talk to him more about what I found out anyway I should go look for him

[Steve] Check the Shrine. He likes to read on the bed by the map.

[gem] thank you steve i'll go do that -heads to the shrine-

[Arden] Is laying on his back snoring lightly, there's a book on UFOs splayed open across his chest.

[gem] -enters the room and sees arden- hey arden

[Arden] snnnnnnnnrk....

[gem] -pokes arden-

[Arden] Stirs a little and opens his eyes, they go very wide for a second at the angel's appearance and then his breathing slows down a bit as he realizes who it is and wakes up fully. - Hey Gem... sorry I kinda nodded off. I like this stuff, but it makes for rather dry reading sometimes.

[gem] it's ok I have been finding out a bit more of the thing running around

[Arden] Perks up, - do tell!

[gem] tlot for reading emotions told me they seem sad and steve said it sound like a slime block being drag around and would find patches of water around sometimes

[Arden] It smells super odd too. Spicy almost. I'm used to finding little trails of slime from the Goomy, but every so often I'll find one of these weirdrer patches that's really fragrant.

[gem] well I am looking to find out just what it is and maybe cheer it up as well

[Arden] Well... Most of the activity seems centered around the lab and lower levels. Though once I saw something in the water over the kitchen, but it was a moonless night and I just got a brief glimpse of something rather big.

[gem] all it seems to be is glimpses I am going to be sneaky and get close

[Arden] I think maybe it's just a dark colored thing?

[gem] still need to get close to it to cheer it up and the closer I am the better the screen shot I can get

[Arden] I hate to say it, because I want proof too but... from what I've been reading... certain types of monsters can sense intent and will avoid anyone with a camera. I think that's why I'm not having any luck. It might be psychic or just really sensitive.

[gem] well if I am going to cheer it up I would rather ask for the photo rather then scare it off by taking the photo you can cheer up someone who ran away

[Arden] Good point. But I would say, really get into the house, places where the sun never touches. That's your best bet.

[gem] there are a lot of underground areas i would assume they could be in any of those areas

[Arden] I guess. But... I hear it in the lab hallway sometimes... I think.... it's sat there outside my door before. But I might have just dreamed it.

[gem] steve said he heard it in the lab before i would say the lab would be the best bet at this point

[Arden] Probably. I'm betting Doc wouldn't care if you claimed one of the recovery rooms for the time being.

[gem] my excuse is recovering from this terrible heat

[Arden] Sounds legit. Why is it so hot anyway? I didn't think this game had seasons?

[gem] the game updated it tend to affect the weather last time it snows several feet and i was having a ball in the snow while everyone else bundled inside

[Arden] Ugh. I'm glad I missed that. I never want to see snow again. It's bad enough that I still have nightmares about... that night... oh my god.. I'M SO STUPID

[gem] your not stupid

[Arden] YES I AM. - he tangles his fingers in his ginger curls- I've smelled that before! In Dolly's house! It must be... something that followed us in! But how? It's obviously huge?!

[gem] even if it did we can still figure out how and why it's sad

[Arden] I don't know... But if it was with the group of things that was trying to kill us. I wonder why it hasn't acted already? Maybe because it's trapped here?

[gem] maybe or maybe it's not violent at all and it's scared after all it keep running away

[Arden] Either way, I'll keep looking. I'm curious like that.

[gem] just always be careful

[Arden] Always. Doc says it's impossible to die for good here, but I'm not going to test it!

[gem] well if you see patches of dark blue orchids with glowing white dots that's where I have died in the server

[Arden] That's weird. But it sounds pretty.

[gem] they are. well if you will excuse me I am going to explore a bit before night falls hopefully I can meet them tonight

[Arden] Best of luck.

[gem] -heads of to explore-

-There's the sound of a rather gruff female voice arguing with someone a bit further down the path.

[Herabrine] No, he's totally right, blue is a flavor. [Enderbro] SEE!?

[Steffan] Stop encouraging him!

[Blake] - What in the Nether is that?

[Grayson] - More weaklings most likely

[Enderbro] Notices them- Hi!!!

[Doc] Seeing an opportunity for mischief- Bro, I have something that might be blue flavored...

[Enderbro] GIMMIE.

[Steffan] WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP GIVING HIM SUGAR?!

[Herabrine] Because it's funny!

[Doc] Pulls out a pair of large blue gems that sparkle in the sunlight.

-An Enderman teleports off-

[Blake] Scoffs- Did Endrea finally give up and start creating rubbish?

[Doc] He's not from her seed. Bro is special. - Xe offers one of the gems to Yaunfen, who takes it in their teeth egarly and gives the other to bro.

[Enderbro] Turns the gem over twice and licks it with his long purple tongue before shoving it in his mouth. muffled- BLUE FLAVOR

[Doc] I figured that's what you were on about.

[Herabrine] Wanna see something funny Steffan?

[Steffan] NO.

[Herabrine] throws a small piece of candy in his open mouth and he falls over instantly.

[Enderbro] STEEEEVE fell down.

[Grayson] - These pathetic things should be exterminated

[Doc] Um Hera... what was that?

[Herabrine] Just some special candy Lj gave me.

[Doc] He's asleep isn't he?

[Herabrine] Yep.

[Enderbro] Sucking ont he gem- So cute.

[Steffan] -begins snoring loudly-

[Doc] You've got a serious attitude problem Grayson. That sleeping Steve removed a curse from one of our most powerful brines. Specifically the dragon that kicked Blake earlier.

[Enderbro] Has made a little wreath of flowers and sets one on Magnolias head.

[Magnolia] - Oh, um... Thank you

[Yaunfen] Overly loud slurp as xe sucks hir gem-

[Enderbro] At Winston - Is she your daughter?

[Winston] - No, not at all

[Enderbro- Okie-dokie - huge crunch as he bites the candy gem in half

[Herabrine] Giving another tour Doc?

[Doc] Nah. Just supervising.

[Grayson] - We can at least get rid of this retard!- He aims a punch at Enderbro

[Endrea] Tears in from the End and land heavily between Grayson and Enderbro, roaring loudly at the pigman-

[Enderbro] WHOAH MAMA! - waves his skinny arms wildly- Hey Endrea!

[Doc][ Ah, good to see you back.

[Endrea] - Briefly, one of my other children alerted me to the situation here. And you- She turns towards Grayson with a snarling growl- Will back off immediately lest you wish to be devoured!

[Enderbro] Has basically never been defended by a mother figure and tears up instantly- I HAVE FEELS WAAAH!

[Doc] Eh, dont eat him Endrea, you'd probably get some kind of nasty stomach flu from his rotten pork flesh.

[Endrea] - It's a risk I'd be willing to take

[Herabrine] I could just drown him Endrea.

[Enderbro] Latches onto Endrea's leg in a hug -

[Endrea] Briefly reaches over to lightly nuzzle Enderbro before bringing her wing down over him to shelter him and returns her attention to Grayson-

[Grayson] - Are you really defending that defective abomination! Just get rid of it!

[Endrea] Snaps at Grayson, making the pigman stumble backwards-

[Herabrine] Picks up Steffan who's still snoring and walks over to Bro who adds him to the hug around Endrea's leg-

[Doc] You are really judgemental Grayson.

[Grayson] - Weak mobs are worthless, it's as simple as that

[Herabrine] Dude, you have issues.

[Doc] Endrea it's okay. I've got this in hand. You shouldn't leave the little dragons alone for too long anyway.

[Endrea] - Very well, but these two are coming with me for their own protection

[Herabrine] I love it! Make sure you take a screenshot of Steffan's face when he wakes up!

[Doc] You're awful Hera.

[Enderbro] We're going for a ride?!

[Endrea] - Yes little one, hold onto me and your friend tightly now

[Enderbro] Is sparkling way more then usual, his usually invisible mouth is split in a huge grin-Ready for takeoff!

[Endrea] Creates an opening to the void beneath her, her home briefly visible before she slips through and closes the opening behind her-

[Herabrine] Is cackling in evil glee.

[Doc] -sigh-

[Grayson] - Pathetic, running away to her home where she cannot be reached

[Doc] She has children that need tending you turd. Her primary babysitter is here because of stupid Blake and that bitch Giselle.

[Blake] - You dare to insult me!?

[Doc] Dare? Normally I don't put on airs, but you're a mob, I'm a Herobrine. That was a mild insult. Get over it.

[Blake] - I do not have to accept anything from you! You are not my Master!

[Doc] Pfft. Whatever. Unlike Cp, I have better things to do then put up with mobs whining at me all day and night.

[Magnolia] Creeps a bit closer to the water-

[Herabrine] Whatcha looking at kiddo?

[Magnolia] - I can feel a magma cube nearby... I'm worried about the fact that it seems to be under tha water...

[Herabrine] Oh! That's Maggie. My house is down there- points to the bay.

[Magnolia] - Is she safe? She must be scared...

[Herabrine] Yeah, she's fine. She keeps me company. Maggie's got the run of the house.

[Magnolia] Worried noise-

[Herabrine] Pulls a nightvision potion from the creative and splashes Magnolia with it. - My house is glass, you should be able to see her if you look down

[Magnolia] Peers- If you're sure...

[Herabrine] Positive. what's your concern anyway? You just like bouncy mobs?

[Magnolia] - I'm the Master's general for Magma cubes and Slimes

[Herabrine] Cool beans.

[Blake] Starts storming off- I'm bored of this, I'm going to find Giselle

[Herabrine] -shrugs- Whatever. I'm headed back for the woods. Have fun Doc.

[Doc] You're spending an awful lot of time with that clown...

[Herabrine] Maaaybe. Oh well.

[Grayson] Follows Blake-

[Doc] Winston... I trust you well enough. You have free range. Feel free to take Magnolia to the bar and have some lunch if you want. I'm going to stay close to those two just in case.

[Winston] - I understand

[Doc] Thank you- Pads after Grayson and Blake.

-The two generals are approaching spawn-

[TLOT] Has settled back down on his block and is just enjoying the sun. He's still in just his pants with his shirt over his shoulder.

[Grayson] - Oh look, another pathetic excuse...

[TLOT] Doesn't bother to acknowledge him

[Gk] Opens one eye. - Got bored of wandering around already?

[Blake] Scowls at GK- Go away

[Gk] Nah, I'm comfy. Get bent.

[TLOT] It's not smart to tell dragons what to do anyway.

[Doc] Chuckles- Words to live by.

[Blake] - And you are?

[TLOT] Streches a bit - The native brine of this seed and protecter of everyone on it. I am Herobrine, The Lord of Tears.

[Grayson] - Tears of a scardy ocelot I bet

[TLOT] The tears were my own, and the name was chosen by my subjects, but I'm sure my recently dead NOTCH shed one or two.

[Doc] He certainly screamed a lot, that's for sure.

[Grayson] - I doubt that claim, if our Master can't kill his own, then how could yours be dead?

[Doc] I was there. Cp also helped to kill the beast. Ask him yourself if you doubt us.

[Grayson] - Aww, so you needed help? Pathetic little weakling

[TLOT] There's nothing wrong with taking offered help. Or giving it. That's what friends do.

[Doc] Trust me, he's not weak.

[Grayson] - Prove it

[TLOT] Magick, mental or physical?

[Grayson] - Physical, those other two are cowards ways out!

[TLOT] - sigh- Oh well, it wouldn't hurt me to take a bath anyway, I'm already sweaty. - He puts his shirt away before hopping down from the block -

[Doc] Oh dear. Try not to kill him, okay?

[Grayson] Immediately charges TLOT-

[TLOT] Crouches and uses Grayson's momentum to throw him - Ewww! Fuck you're all greasy! Ever heard of a shower?!

[Grayson] Grapples at the ground to stop himself and charges again-

[TLOT] Throws a straight punch at Grayson's charging head-

[Grayson] Brings his hand up to catch TLOT's fist-

[TLOT] Twists upward and kicks at the pigman's stomach.

[Grayson] Grunts but doesn't budge-

[TLOT] Tps out of Grayson's hands and kicks him in the ass.

[Grayson] - Swings around to slap TLOT away- You're an annoying little fly

[TLOT] I'm a griefer, duh! - Grabs Grayson's arm and uses his force to toss himself clear.

[Grayson] Scowls in annoyance and charges again-

[TLOT] Tp's slightly above him and stomps on his back so he ends up with a mouthful of dirt.

[Grayson] Pushes himself back up surprisingly quickly-

[TLOT] Man, just using physical on physical attacks is boring. Damn it Doc you spoiled me!

[Doc] I can't help it!

[Grayson] Jumps at TLOT-

[TLOT] Throws an uppercut at his jaw-

[Grayson] Stumbles back-

[TLOT] You're a general right? Don't you have any special powers at all?

[Grayson] - I have a different weapon, strength is the only other thing I need

[Steve] Has crept down to the spawn and is watching from the archway-

[TLOT] Lame.

[Blake] Notices a bit of movement and growls at the Steve, flames gathering-

[Doc] Throws a tail swat at Blake- Don't do that unless you want to die.

[Blake] - That is a Steve, all of them should die

[TLOT] Hears him and snarls - That is my husband. Touch him and I'll shred your code.

[Doc] He'll eat you. Not kidding.

[Grayson] Tries to take advantage of the distraction-

[TLOT] Tp's next to Steve and leaves a two stack of cobbles for Grayson to run into

[Grayson] Runs straight into it and is stunned-

[Blake] - You're a fucking lucky Steve, I'll spare you for now...

[TLOT] Snorts - There is no 'for now.' Ask your friend Giselle what being a murderous bitch got her.

[Blake] - What are you talking about?

[TLOT] Points at the white donkey that's still tethered to the post. -

[Giselle] Angry donkey noises-

[Blake] Erupts into flames- WHAT DID YOU DO!?

[TLOT] Punished her. As Cp requested. She attacked Lie.

[Doc] Is all eyeballs.

[Blake] - That little bitch probably deserved it!

[Doc] For what? existing? Breaking the bubble of Giselle's delusional fantasy?

[Gk] Be grateful. I talked him out of outright banishing her. If you're good she might get a reprieve someday.

[Blake] - The Master must not be in the right state of mind. I will speak to him about this is why the Master needs to return to his seed. He's growing delusional!

[TLOT] Want me to call him? You might get punched.

[Blake] - No need, we'll simply go back to him and take him back with us

[Doc] Snorts with laughter- YOU are going to force Cp to do something?! Okay, wait for me! I want to watch!

[Blake] - You can go away!

[Doc] No way I'm missing this!

[TLOT] Unties the donkey and holds the lead- ready when you are

[Steve] Is staying very close to his hubby.

[CP] - Is still ripping into his punching bag-

[Gk] Is already flying there and lands on the roof- Lie!?

[Lie] - In the greenhouse

[Sweet Alex] Over here Gk!

[Gk] Come out here! Blake says he's going to force Cp to come with him, this should be a hoot!

[Lie] - What?

[Doc] Is prancing along - and me with no popcorn!

[Lie] - I am not making a popcorn plant

[Doc] That would be a noisy bloomer.

[TLOT] walks up with the donkey. - Hey Lie.

[Steve] Greets Sweet Alex-

[Blake] Glares at Lie- You fucking bitch

[Lie] - Same to you

[Steve] Guess what Lie. - Points to the donkey-

[Lie] - So don't work with that one, got it

[TLOT] As far as I know we're sending her with Blake anyway

[Blake] - Master! Where are you?

[CP] Growls from his private chambers-

[Doc] Cat-loafs with a huge smile-

[Yaunfen] Crawls up onto hir head for a good view-

[Blake] Storms inside, looking for CP, it isn't long before there is an explosion and a good chunk of one of Lie's workshop walls is now missing as Blake is thrown back towards the group, CP flies up, covered in blood and his eyes glowing dangerously bright-

[CP] - You will fuck off Blake! You are forgetting your place!

[TLOT] Quietly- well I guess the pecking order is being re-established at least.

[Doc] I'll help you fix it Lie.

[Steve] Me too.

[Lie] - Thank you, both of you

[CP] Is now beating the crap out of Blake-

[Doc] Very quietly - So glad it's not me for a change, also i'm not expected to stop him. Thank goodness

[CP] - Finally finishes and creates an opening- BOTH of you, LEAVE. NOW. And fucking take Giselle with you

[TLOT] Behave while Cp is gone.

[Grayson] Drags Blake through-

[CP] Closes the portal behind them, he's still rather aggravated-

[Doc] Deep breaths Cp.

[TLOT] Yeah, it's okay. Just sit down if you need too.

[CP] Growls-

[Lie] Approaches him- Hey, focus on me for now

[Sweet Alex] Is making a romantic face- Only beauty can calm the beast.

[Steve] That's adorably poetic

[Lie] With several calming words eventually gets CP to calm down-

[Doc] Is surveying the damage

[Gk] That was a royal beat-down, bravo Cp.

[CP] - Fucking assholes

[CP] - Where's Winston and Magnolia?

[Doc] Probably at the bar, I trust Winston to wander freely. I had to go after the bigger threat and we got seperated.

[CP] - I'm going to look for him, let him know what happened

[Lie] - CP, maybe you should change your clothes first?

[CP] - Hm?

[Doc] Unless you intend to scare the daylights out of them.

[CP] Grumbles but does go inside to change his clothes-

[Gk] That was fun. I'm gonna get a head start then.

[Sweet Alex] Gk?

[Gk] Hmm?

[Sweet Alex] Can you give me a ride home?

[Gk] Blushes but crouches down so she can get on.

[Sweet Alex] Thank you Lie.

[Gk] Trots off-

[Lie] - It was nice seeing you Sweet Alex, and thank you for the cinnamon rolls!

[Sweet Alex] You're welcome.

[Steve]There were rolls? And we didn't get any?! - pouts a bit-

[TLOT] Oh hush

[Lie] - Well, guess I'll start repairing the wall

[Doc] Oh let me help Lie. I can do it quickly.

[Lie] - Thank you

[CP] Comes out in fresh clothes and heads for the bar-

[Doc] Is already multiplying the remaining blocks and painting them over the busted areas with hir paws.

[Lie] Is repairing her brewing station even though she never uses it-

[Steve] Is there anything I can do?

[Lie] - Anything you can... I don't know if any of CP's area needs repairs though...

[Steve] Hesitiates before peeking down the ladder

-The punching bag is ripped to shreds and there are chunks missing from the walls as well as half of the short couch-

[Steve] TLOT?!

[TLOT] I'm on it my lamb. - He slides down the ladder and the two of them start cleaning up-

[Lie] Starts putting the windows back into the wall-

[Doc] Is finishing up with the ceiling. - There we go, good as new. And really I think that was the best we could have hoped for situation-wise.

[Lie] - I suppose, could have done without being attacked

[TLOT] Calls up - But no one on our side got hurt!

[Lie] That's true... Who all did they harass?

[Yaunfen] Is sniffing around the room again-

[Doc] They tried to take a poke at Enderbro and got a faceful of Endrea for their trouble.

[TLOT] And I had a brief fistfight with the pigman, what a candy-ass.

[Lie] - Endrea was there?

[Doc] Briefly. She took Bro and Steffan back to the end with her.

[Lie] - Oh dear... I can't imagine Steffan being happy about that...

[Doc] He got knocked out as joke by Herabrine. I think it will be a rather rude awakening. But it's not like he's in danger.

[Lie] - Good point

[Yaunfen] Finds a random book and proudly carries it over to Doc-

[Doc] aww, what do you have there? Do you want me to read to you some more?

[Lie] - It might be one of Ashe's... Or a floof book

[Doc] Let's see what it is. - Takes it gently and looks at the cover-

[Steve] Is dusting behind TLOT as his hubby cleans up the blood

[Lie] - You two okay down there?

[Doc] Xe looks a little distressed- This looks like an old fantasy book Yaunfen... let me skim it first. Maybe we can read it later.

[Steve] Just tidying up. It's messy down here.

[Lie] - What makes you say that Doc? And of course it is Steve, I think CP's gotten a little to used to how good Winston is to him

[Doc] Because... - xe whispers to Lie. - Bad things happen to dragons in fantasy books! I don't want hir to have nightmares!

[Lie] - Oh, good point

[TLOT] I presume he doesn't like you down here Lie?

[Lie] - I don't know, I've never gone down, I don't want to intrude on his space

[TLOT] Has fixed the punching bag and re-hangs it. - Sounds like a good policy. But you can peek if you want, since we're fixing things.

[Lie] Hesitates but does peek-

[Steve] Pokes a few keys on Cp's typewriter-

[Lie] - Well that's a nostalgic sound

[Steve] Smiles happily- It is satisfying, isn't it? - he types- 'Lie loves you' in the middle of a small paragraph of random characters.

[Lie] - Steve I suspect your doing something...

[Steve] Just making noise.

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omg that sans and reader was so good! i hope ur feeling better. would a Papyrus X male reader be good? If requests aren't open then sorry :(((

Requests are open and I plan for them to remain open! I am feeling so much better. I never actually get many requests, so these little fics are just sorta little balloons of happiness for me. I tried something new in this one and I hope you’ll all forgive me if I messed up some details! I tried to do my research, and I’ve also never written a Papyrus ship before. I hope you like the fic (under the cut!), and thank you for the request!

You were, admittedly, just a bit nervous.

When you first met your date for the evening, you were fairly certain he was ace. Or maybe that he didn’t know what a dick was? His only focus had been the dogs gnawing on his legs. At first, the sight had both shocked and alarmed (and, okay, you would admit it, made your heart sigh from adorableness). But, well, the skeleton said it was only natural for dogs to want to eat his legs, as he was made of bones.

You had only gone into the pet store that day in order to get food for Pebbles, your rambunctious 11 month old Pomsky. Imagine your surprise when you saw a line wrapping around the store on adoption day, not just to adopt some dogs, but to see the skeleton caretaker that was wrangling them all.

You had shared a nice conversation with the skeleton, learning that his name was Papyrus (well, more like “THE GREAT AND VERY GOOD WITH DOGS PAPYRUS”) and that he had just gotten the job that day. Evidently, the person who had been overseeing the adoptions that day had gotten very sick. “AS THE UNOFFICIAL OFFICIAL MASCOT FOR MONSTERKIND, IT IS MY DUTY TO BE AN UPSTANDING CITIZEN AND HELP THESE PUPS IN NEED!” He had said. “BESIDES - I LOOKED AFTER MANY DOGS IN THE UNDERGROUND. THESE PUPPIES ARE MUCH EASIER, AS THEY DO NOT HAVE KNIVES. OR AXES. OR SWORDS.”

You had laughed for awhile after that, sharing those laughs with the energetic man. You only realized how long the conversation went when your phone alarm went off, telling you to get your butt home to walk Pebbles before the night shift. You explained to Papyrus that you were essentially a helper in the cafeteria at the nearby college, letting students into the cafeteria via swipes of their card. Papyrus was absolutely enthralled by the idea. “WOWWIE! YOU ARE LIKE A FOOD GUARDIAN!”

You exchanged numbers - “YOU MUST MEET MY BROTHER SANS. HE TOO LIKES FOOD AND ALSO ME, WHICH MEANS YOU WILL GET ALONG VERY WELL!” - and said your goodbyes. All through your shift that night, you and Papyrus texted back and forth; he sent you so many dog pictures that day. You made sure to send him some of Pebbles.

And now, 2 months later, after Undyne, Alphys, and even Sans - yeah, even the overprotective brother of Papyrus - had egged you on and pushed you and told you to take the chance, you had finally asked Papyrus on a date.

And, to your surprise, he had agreed.

You straightened your bow tie, gulping. Did you look ridiculous? You never wore fancy suits. There hadn’t really been an occasion for it in the past, after all. But, well, you had really wanted to dress up for Papyrus. It seemed fitting. Er, more so than the bow tie did - that is to say, it really didn’t fit very well.

But it was too late to take it off. Here you were, outside of Papyrus’s house. You’d been here before, of course, but that had been under different circumstances. Now, you licked your lips nervously before knocking lightly.

The door swung open quickly, startling you slightly. “HELLO, HUMAN FRIEND!” You blinked, gaping at Papyrus. His irises sparkled. “WOWWIE… YOU LOOK VERY NICE. I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU LOOK SO FANCY!”

You smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly. “I, uh… You look… different?” You weren’t sure what else to say about his new outfit. You were used to him wearing handmade sweaters and skinny jeans that clung to his bones. But today, he was wearing very loose short shorts that showed off the tips of his pelvis, a crop-top with the words “Bad Girl” crossed out - under it was written, in large marker, ‘GREAT BOY’ - and basketballs attached to his shoulders. He also had a baseball cap on backwards.

“IS DIFFERENT GOOD?”

“Well, I like you no matter what you wear, Papyrus. I think you look fantastic.” He squealed happily, bouncing on his feet. That was definitely cute. “Can I come in?”

“OH! YES, PLEASE, COME IN!” Papyrus held the door open for you, letting you inside. You could smell something in the kitchen. “I WOULD NOT WANT YOU TO FEEL COLD OUTSIDE!”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound too nice.” You glanced at the couch, smiling as you saw Sans stand up, dusting himself off. “Hi, Sans.”

“heya. have fun, you two. don’t stay up too late, paps.”

“OF COURSE I WON’T, SANS! I AM NOT AT ALL IRRESPONSIBLE. I WON’T STAY UP UNTIL 2 IN THE MORNING LIKE SOME SKELETONS!”

“what can i say - i was just two full of energy to get to sleep.”

“SAAAAAAAANS! NO PUNS IN FRONT OF MY DATE!” You couldn’t help but laugh, relaxing a tiny bit despite the tension from nervousness in you. Sans winked as he saw you relax. He was a pretty good brother, making you feel more relaxed for this date.

“alright. ulna-t bother you two anymore. have a good night.” You blinked, and he was gone.

Papyrus sighed. “I AM SORRY ABOUT HIM. HE WOULDN’T PROMISE ME TO KEEP HIS PUNS AWAY FROM OUR DATE. HOW DISAPPOINTING.”

“It’s alright Papyrus.” You sniffed; it smelled good. “What’s that you’ve got cooking?”

His spirits seemed to brighten instantly. “OH! WHY, HUMAN, IT IS MY FAVORITE AND BEST RECIPE FOR SPAGHETTI! ONLY THE BEST FOR MY DATE TONIGHT! HERE!” He held out his hands for you. “I WILL REMOVE YOUR COAT, SIR!”

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at that, slipping out of your blazer. Honestly, it had been a little warm in the outfit - and, well, probably because of Papyrus’s outfit, you had felt a little overdressed. You were going to have to teach your boy about proper dating outfits.

‘Your boy’, you repeated in your head, feeling a soft blush rise to your cheeks as he hung up your coat. When had you started thinking of him that way?

“AND NOW, LET US EAT TOGETHER! AND THEN WE SHALL COMMENCE WITH THE DATE FURTHER!” Papyrus chatted away as he walked into the kitchen; you felt compelled to follow him, even if you hadn’t wanted to in the first place. He was just… God, his entire personality was so good. He was energetic, kind, and most of all, he just… believed so strongly in everything. In himself, in his friends…

In you.

It was like everything he said was made specifically to get you through your day, and even better, to do it with a smile. You’d never met someone quite as… optimistic as him. You couldn’t help but just be happy with him.

You felt your heart pound and, unlike the other times you had thought you’d felt that feeling, this time… it was surprisingly nice.

You both chatted absently through the (surprisingly tasty) dinner. He had definitely been practicing - either that, or Sans had secretly made dinner himself so that the date would go off without a hitch. You chose to believe the first idea, however. “God, Paps, that was delicious,” you said, wiping your mouth on a napkin. You’d been raised to be polite, after all, and you didn’t want to talk with spaghetti stains all over your face.

Papyrus blushed lightly, looking away. “WOWWIE… ANOTHER GENUINE COMPLIMENT.” You tilted your head softly. Something seemed different about him. “YOU ARE VERY KIND, HUMAN!” He sounded almost… you couldn’t really fit a word to it. Distracted? Lost in thought? Almost…

Dejected?

“Paps? What’s wrong?”

“W-WHAT? OH! NOTHING, HUMAN! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS WRONG WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MASTER OF DATING AND ALSO OF BEING ABSOLUTELY FINE AND NOT-WRONG.”

You sighed softly, a tender smile taking to your lips. God, this goofball was incapable of lying. “Papyrus, you don’t need to lie to me. I don’t want you to! Now, what’s wrong?”

He shifted uneasily in his seat, blush worsening. “W-WELL… I HAVE ONLY BEEN ON ONE OTHER DATE BEFORE, AND… WELL. I AM NOT POSITIVE HOW WELL IT WENT. AND THIS DATE IS QUITE A BIT LIKE THAT DATE EXCEPT IT FEELS WEIRD AND DIFFERENT TOO?”

Weird? Different? Wait, Papyrus dated someone else before? You had been almost certain this innocent fluffball didn’t know what dating really was until you had asked him out. “Well… Why don’t we talk about it? That usually helps me feel better. Maybe it’ll help.”

“BUT HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR NIGHT! I COULD NEVER DISTRACT FROM YOUR FEELING GOOD WITH MY FEELING WEIRDLY GOOD!” You couldn’t resist a small chuckle at his wording. “I DO NOT WANT TO RUIN TONIGHT!”

“Papyrus… You wouldn’t be ruining my night. I like talking to you. And if that would make… er… whatever is bothering you go away, well, nothing would make me happier.”

“OH? WELL THEN…” Paps quickly stood, a determined look in his sockets. “IF THAT IS THE CASE, THEN THE GREAT PAPYRUS MUST TELL YOU WHAT IS AFFECTING HIM!”

You laughed at the look on his (still spaghetti stained) face. “First, let’s clean up. We can talk in the living room.”

Together, you tidied up, cleaning around each other in the kitchen. You kept accidentally bumping into Papyrus’s side - it was a pretty small kitchen, after all. Neither of you seemed to mind or notice. You also pointed out that Papyrus had spaghetti stains on his face. He was extremely embarrassed, but also was able to laugh about it a bit. It was a nice laugh - no matter how many times you heard it, it still made you laugh along.

After that, you both moved into the living room. Once again, Papyrus quickly looked just… off. He was still blushing as well, you noted. “Alright, Paps,” you said, relaxing on the couch. “Do you wanna talk about it now?”

“IT…” He sighed. “IT’S SILLY.”

“Silly Billy.” He tilted his head, confused. You smiled. “That’s what I’ll call you anytime you say what you think or say is silly. You’re a Silly Billy.”

“BUT MY NAME IS PAPYRUS!”

“Silly Billy works just fine, because the only silly thing you said was that it was silly in the first place.” You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up with a smirk. “If you get to be silly, then the words I say get to be silly too.” Papyrus’s eyes widened and he laughed softly, “nyeh heh heh”ing under his breath. “Now, c’mon, Silly Billy.” His eyes sparkled a bit as he looked at you - they did that so often, it seemed - and you swore you felt your heart pound in that same way as before. “Go ahead and tell me what’s got you so twisted up inside.”

Papyrus looked down at his hands. “WELL… UNDERGROUND, I DATED FRISK, THE AMBASSADOR!” What. You covered your face to keep from laughing. Papyrus saw the movement. “OH, HUMAN! I AM SO SORRY! I KNEW YOU WOULD GET JEALOUS THAT I HAD ONCE DATED A VERY FAMOUS PERSON!” You coughed into your hand. “OH NO! YOU ARE EVEN CHOKING UP BECAUSE OF MY WORDS!”

“I-It’s fine, Papyrus,” you quickly said, struggling to keep your voice steady. Papyrus dated FRISK? God, you had met the kid once before. The little scamp probably led the poor skeleton on. Did either of them even understand dating at that age?? “What happened?”

“WELL… FRISK SEEMED VERY INTERESTED IN ME. THEY GAVE ME SO MANY COMPLIMENTS AND SEEMED TO TRULY LOVE ME. BUT… I COULDN’T WORK UP ANY OF THE SAME FEELINGS FOR THEM! NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED, I… I COULDN’T LOVE FRISK BACK.”

“Oh…” So what was he saying?

“AND SO I TOLD MYSELF, PAPYRUS, YOU ARE JUST CLEARLY NOT MEANT FOR FRISK! BUT THEN I HAD MANY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE WHO FELL IN LOVE! ASGORE AND HIS CLONE ARE NOW LIVING TOGETHER.” You chose not to comment on that. “UNDYNE AND ALPHYS ARE TOGETHER AND ARE GOING TO BE MARRIED ONE DAY, I KNOW IT!” They were just too cute. “EVEN FRISK HAS STARTED MOVING ON FROM ME - I HEAR THEY ARE VERY INTERESTED IN THE MONSTER CHILD FROM SNOWDIN!” Good for them!

“BUT I… WASN’T FEELING ANY OF THE SAME FEELINGS AS THEY WERE. WHEN I ASKED SANS ABOUT IT, HE DIDN’T SEEM CONCERNED - HE JUST SAID THAT…” Papyrus was fidgeting, his thumbs crossing over each other repeatedly. “HE SAID THAT MAYBE I JUST DON’T FEEL LOVE?”

“What?” Papyrus looked up at you. You were frowning. “Paps, I… I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I also feel like that’s not something Sans would just… say outright. What did he say exactly?”

“WELL… YOU’RE RIGHT. HE SAID… HE SAID ‘MAYBE YOU WON’T FEEL LOVE’. AND I…” Papyrus sniffed - you could start to see tears in his eyes. “I WANT TO FEEL LOVE! AND… AND I…” Oh no. Oh no, he…

Papyrus was crying.

“I-I DIDN’T LOVE YOU BEFORE YOU CAME OVER OR BEFORE I AGREED TO THIS DATE! I JUST THOUGHT - YOU SEEM TO LOVE ME SO MUCH AND I WANT TO LOVE YOU VERY MUCH BUT I AM NOT SURE HOW AND I FEEL VERY STRANGE TONIGHT AND I FEAR IT IS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT I DO NOT LOVE YOU AND I CANNOT BEAR YOU NOT KNOWING THAT FACT BECAUSE I BROKE FRISK’S HEART AND-”

“PAPYRUS!” He gasped, looking up at you, startled. You blushed, embarrassed that you rose your voice. But, well… “Breathe for me, okay, Papyrus?” He nodded, breathing very visibly for you. “Thank you… Now… I’m not upset.”

Papyrus sniffed, wiping his tears on his forearm. “Y-YOU’RE NOT?”

“Of course not!” How could he possibly think you could ever be angry at him? “Paps, I… While I can’t say I’m happy you don’t feel the same way about me, that doesn’t make me mad. All it means is… Well. You’re going to be my best friend instead.” Papyrus blinked. You looked away, blushing softly. “I’m not going to force you to love me. Maybe… Maybe what Sans was saying is that you just aren’t someone who gets into romantic relationships. There’s people out there just like you, Paps - aromantic or asexual people who don’t feel love the same way or don’t feel it at all. It’s… It’s not wrong and don’t you ever think it is-”

Papyrus sniffed, drawing your attention once more. He was crying harder. “Paps?”

“W-WHY ARE YOU SO NICE?” I JUST TOLD YOU THAT I DO NOT KNOW IF I CAN LOVE YOU, A-AND YOU…” He looked right at you. “YOU SAID THAT THAT’S OKAY?”

“I’m not going to force you to love me,” you repeated. You smiled, albeit a bit sadly. You weren’t happy to hear that… that your crush didn’t love you back. But what were you going to do? Yell? Scream? No. Papyrus, of all people, definitely didn’t deserve that (not that anyone else did, but especially not this man).

He blinked, looking at you. He shook his head. “I… I DON’T…” His smile drooped a bit. “I don’t understand this.”

You’re eyes widened. You… You had never heard his voice like that. It was… honestly, it was scary. You were suddenly concerned. “Understand… what?”

“I thought… I thought telling you would make the feeling in my sternum go away…” Papyrus rested his hand over his chest, blushing softly. “B-But… It’s still there. I just… I want to hug you,” he said, smiling ever so softly as he spoke. “I want to hug you and make you feel happy still, and I want you to eat dinner with me like this every night, even though I am very sad, and I want to do more things with you, like walk and laugh and enjoy days together…”

“But that doesn’t make sense! I just broke your heart! So… Why do I still want… why do I still want to date you?”

You tilted your head. You were… a little confused. “Papyrus… What’s this feeling that you’re feeling?”

He sniffed. “It’s like… It’s like my soul is beating against my ribs when it should not be there! And like I swallowed butterflies instead of spaghetti! And I cannot stop thinking about you even though I need to be thinking about what time it is so you can get home safely instead because I know it is getting later and dinner is done and-”

“Paps, that’s…” You gently put your hand on his, silencing his rant. He watched you. “Papy, that’s how I feel about you right now. I… I think what you’re feeling is love.”

He blinked.

“I…”

He blinked again, watching you.

“I… That’s what it feels like?”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn a bit. “I… Paps, I think that feeling you’re feeling is love. Does it feel all warm inside, almost like you’re gonna be sick?” He nodded quickly. “Does that feeling get stronger when I’m around?” He nodded again, bouncing slightly as he did. “When… When did you start feeling this way?”

“I-I’M NOT SURE,” he said, voice raising in volume alongside his excitement. “I JUST… NOTICED IT. I THINK IT WAS… I THINK IT WAS WHEN YOU MET FRISK. YOU WERE VERY NICE TO THEM AND I JUST STARTED THINKING ABOUT HOW NICE YOU WERE AND I COULDN’T STOP?” When you met Frisk? That had been just a few days ago. You had known each other for awhile. “AND THAT WAS THE DAY WHEN I SAW YOUR SOUL.”

Your eyes widened once again. You… God, you remembered that. You’d gotten into an argument with Undyne about something. And it had triggered… something that everyone had called a ‘confrontation’. Your soul - greener than the grass and trees in the middle of spring - had been quite the surprise. “So… The day when you saw that, you started to feel love for me?” Papyrus nodded. You smiled. “Paps… I think you might not be aromantic. I think you might just be… greyromantic?”

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

“I… Honestly, I don’t know very well. I know the terms and vague definitions, but… This is something we’ll both need to research.” You rubbed your neck. “I… I don’t want to force you into any positions you’re uncomfortable with. But… I feel like what you’re feeling is love. And I know I love you, Papyrus. You’re sweet, kind, enthusiastic - you’ve made my life so much brighter, and we’ve only known each other for a very short time. So… Maybe… Maybe, we should see where this goes and… try dating more?”

“I… BUT HUMAN, WHAT IF I DO NOT LOVE YOU? WHAT IF I ONLY FEEL FRIENDSHIP FOR YOU AND IT IS JUST MAKING MY SOUL RESPOND ODDLY?”

“Who cares?” You smiled. “I’ll still get to spend time with the best man I know.”

Papyrus smiled widely, tugging you forward into a hug. You gasped before laughing. “HUMAN! YOU ARE THE KINDEST, NICEST HUMAN I KNOW! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS CHANCE TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW FEELINGS AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM FEELING. I PROMISE, I WILL BE A VERY GOOD BOYFRIEND, EVEN IF IT TURNS OUT THAT I AM MORE JUST A FRIEND WHO IS A BOY. AND ALSO A SKELETON.”

You chuckled, patting him on the back, blushing. So, your boyfriend might not love you. He might love you. It just might require that you get to know him more. But that was alright.

There was no place you’d rather be than with him anyways.

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Turtles Forever Part 71

Karai stood at the Brooklyn Bridge then jumped off and landed right on top of the roof a warehouse. She opens an air vent and sees that there were laser beams as well. She pulls out a device, activating it, sliding it to the lasers. The device deflected the beams away, making a path for Karai. She crawled in the ducts until she saw three guards by a door to a vault.

Karai pulled out a canister and tossed it at the guards. It sprayed knock out gas. The guards coughed, falling to the floor, unconscious. As the gas, dispelled, Karai jumped down from the duct and walked over towards the vault. She placed another device on the door, unlocking it, opening the vault. She pushed it aside and looked inside the vault. Inside, was an object that was protected by an force field.

Karai aimed her ring at the force field and a green laser emitted from it. The force field shattered, revealing a strange chip that it was guarding. Karai smirked and reached out for it. Suddenly, the chip was secured by an mechanism case before she could grab it.

"Red alert, number one security breach detected," an alarm sounded out. "Commencing lockdown procedure, immediately."

Karai gasped as the doors to the vault behind her began to close. She quickly ran towards it and jumped out, just barely, before it closed. She landed on the floor, only to see Bishop and his men behind him, aiming their guns at her.

"Interesting trap," Karai said.

"Actually," Bishop cleared his throat. Two big metal rings appeared below Karai, rising up, encasing her in a force field. Karai pulled out her sword and slashed at it, only for it to be shattered. "This is the trap." Bishop walked up to her and picked up a piece of Karai's katana. "Yet another piece of advance technology salvaged from our alien visitors, cuts through anything...makes your katanas look like a butter knifes."

He tossed the piece at the force field, disintegrating it, while Karai glared at him.

Saki was sitting in his room. He turned around seeing Bishop's face on the screen behind him.

"What is this? Whoever you are, this is a secure channel," he growled.

"Mr. Oroku Saki, my name is Bishop," Bishop said, gesturing over to Karai, revealing her, captured in the force field. "And I believe you know my guest."

"Karai," Saki growled, angrily, glaring at Bishop.

"In exchange for the life of your operative here, I want all the alien technology that you've been collecting," Bishop offered, smirking evilly.

"I have no idea what you're-"

"Please, knowledge is my business, Mr. Saki," Bishop interrupted him, pointing to his head. "And I know all about you." Then points at Saki.

"Believe me, Mr. Bishop, you know nothing about me," Saki smirked, evilly.

"I know that you're a crime lord of some ancient Japanese tradition," Bishop turned around facing his back at Saki. "I know that you've been using your vast ill-gained fortune to finance restoration operations in New York City as a cover to obtain dangerous alien technology," he finished and walked over towards Karai.

"I know you've sent this lovely warrior princess,...your adopted daughter, correct? To steal an alien microchip from the United States Government," Bishop concluded and adjusted his tie. "And I know that if you do not turn over your entire stockpile of alien technology within the next 45 minutes, your feisty family member here is going to be neatly sliced into a super-sized pile of julienne fries." He threatened Saki, looking down at his watch.

"44 minutes and counting." Bishop finished and cuts off the call.

Saki narrowed his eyes.

Hun was shoveling some coal as he throws it into the fire. Stockman was with him in his robotic suit as the two were chained to the floor by long cables.

"Look at you, you poor pathetic dog laboring away like a dutiful prisoner," Stockman mocked at Hun. "You'll do anything to please the Shredder, it's disgusting, pathetic," However, he bumped into someone as they walked up behind him. Stockman turned around to see the Shredder. His eyes widened in shock. "S-Sir! I-I-I was just saying how therapeutic the work is!" he stammered. "Truly cathartic."

"I will speak with Hun," Saki answered. He pulled out a remote and presses the button on it, electrocuting Stockman. Hun walks up to the two.

"Right...I'll-I'll just get back to work." Stockman said fearfully. Hun bowed to Saki.

"Master, I-"

"Silence, Hun. I have not come to hear you plead," Saki spatted. "You have failed me one time to many times, and yet you have also been loyal to reproach." He points a finger at Hun. "I have decided to give you one last choice to redeem yourself," Saki finished, clenching his fist.

"Master, I will not fail, I swear it," Hun said, confidently, but also hesitant, wondering what it was that the Shredder wanted him to do.

"Karai has been captured," Saki informed him. "You must her and bring Karai back alive." Hun cringed with displeasure. Saki notices and narrows his eyes.

"Is there a problem?" Saki asked, expecting an answer.

"No, no, master," Hun answered, fearfully, waving his hand, denying. Saki presses a button on the remote and the cables released from Huns back, freeing him.

"We have data indicating Karai's last recorded position," Saki informed him. "Doctor Chaplin will provide you with special coordinates. Remember, Hun," He grabs Hun by the shirt pulling him down to his level, glaring at Hun. "Your life now depends on her life." Saki pushes him away and walked away as Hun followed behind him.

Stockman smirked as he watched the two left, hearing the entire conversation.

"It would be such a shame if something went wrong and Hun couldn't save Karai," He chuckled, evilly. "They think they can contain me with this idiotic harness," He easily bypasses through the security from his suit to the cable that was chaining him down, freeing himself. "Now, establish a com-link and find the last location of the Shredder's little pet, Karai." He said, while looking at the map of the city. "Hmm, an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn...now, to broadcast on the most probable frequencies, so some old friends will be able to meet Hun there."

The turtles and the girls, along with Elizabeth and Donna were riding in the Battle Shell, listening to some music. Donnie was driving while the others were shaking their heads getting into the music. Elizabeth squealed gleefully. As Donnie was driving he felt a pair of eyes staring at him from the back. He looked up to the visor and saw Donna in the very back, staring back at him. Donnie felt a cold shiver ran down his shell. That's all she has been doing lately ever since the time traveling incident. It was like she was following him, waiting for him to do something. Back at the Lair, every time he turned around, there she was. It creeped him out. Mikey stopped and looked at Donnie noticing his discomfort.

"What's up bro?" Mikey asked. He slowly turned his head looking back seeing Donna silently staring at them. Mikey shivered and quickly looked back at Donnie.

"Did you do something to her, to make her act this way?" Mikey asked.

"No!" Donnie answered. "I didn't do anything. It's been like ever since the time traveling incident. Everywhere I look or turn, she's there, just staring at me, waiting for something to happen. I've also noticed that she's been giving a few glances every now and then at Venus as well. " Mikey laughed.

"Sounds like you have a stalker," he joked.

"I'm being serious, Mikey," Donnie hissed.

"Well, have you tried talking to her?" Mikey suggested. Donnie frowned.

"I've tried," he said. "But, the only answer I get is: it'll jeopardize the future."

"What? Like a terminator is going to hunt us down and blow everything up?" Mikey laughed. Donnie flicked him on the forehead.

"Ow!"

"This is Hun. I am on my way to recover the device," Huns voice called out from the radio. Donnie turned it up, so everyone could hear it better.

"What the heck?" Donnie mumbled.

"Once I obtain the technology that I'm after and we give it to the brilliant Doctor Baxter Stockman, we will be able to hunt down the turtles and their rat master," Stockman smirked as he continued his message. "There's no way they'll be able to hide...I'm on my way to warehouse 51 in Brooklyn to make the pick up...Hun out!"

"Probably a trap," Donnie said.

"Obviously a trap," Yuuki commented. "Hun saying brilliant isn't in his vocabulary."

"It probably is," Leo answered. "But, we still have to check it out, if it's for real, we have to stop him."

Donnie the Battle Shell around, driving towards the location that was instructed on the radio.

"Right now the turtles and their little friends should be heading off to investigate...they're so pathetically predictable and I am a genius." Stockman laughed evilly.

Hun drove a car to the warehouse, where the coordinates said Karai was being held, and stopped in front of it.

"According to the master, this should be the place," He mumbled and pulls on a lever from the car ceiling. "No front door. No back door. Shouldn't be a problem," Steam emitted from the exhaust pipes from the back of the car. The bumper begins to transform, making an battering ram. Hun slammed his foot on the pedal and car lunges for ramming into the wall of the warehouse. "Knock knock." The car crashed through, hitting some of the trucks inside. Some of the trucks began to open fire on Hun, shooting him with their cannons.

Outside of the warehouse, the Battle Shell drove up and parked in front of it. Everyone stepped out. They see that it's been broken into as the wall was completely demolished.

"Something tells me this is it, guys," Donnie informed.

Inside Bishop's office, he hears the gunshots and explosions, outside. He lowers his glasses and the door is destroyed by Hun.

"Huh, I didn't expect an answer so soon," Bishop commented. Hun pulled down a lever as the car begins to gain more speed, heading directly towards Bishop and his men. "Gentlemen, we have a train to catch." He said, pulling out a remote. Bishop presses the button and the platform that he and his men are on begins to move going down.

Hun tried to speed up to get to Bishop, but the car drives right over the platform. The door closes above Bishop and his men. The car crashed into the wall as well as some barrels. Hun jumped out of the vehicle and runs over to the door, trying to pull and pry it.

As the smoke began to disappear, the turtles and girls jumped through it, bracing themselves with weapons drawn.

"Alright, Hun, you want the technology to track us?" Leo asked defiantly.

"We'll, we're right here!" Yuuki shouted. Hun turned and glared at them, until he noticed Elizabeth that was strapped in a harness on Mona and Donna standing next to Donnie and Venus.

"Four of you freaks was enough, now there's more of you?!" Hun growled. "I don't have time for this!"

"Make time," Raph growled back at him. Hun grabbed an gas tank and threw it at them. Leo, Raph, and Yuuki dodged it, quickly jumping out of the way. Hun ripped the door open his hands big enough for him to enter and jumped down it, sealing it behind him. Everyone gathered around the door, confused. Hun just left? He didn't even fight them?

"How rude," Donna commented.

"I'll say." Mikey agreed.

Underground, Bishop train was starting to leave.

"Move it out," Bishop ordered.

"Yes, sir," the driver answered. Right on the tracks of the train was Hun.

"No!" he exclaimed. A cannon fired from the train, shooting at him. Hun dodges out of the way. He throws a tracker device onto the train, just as it leaves. Then a rocket emerged from the train, aiming at Hun. "Aw, crud." The rocket fires and Hun jumps out of the way, back toward the stairs that he came down from. Everyone was still gathered around at the door, trying to get to open when they were suddenly blasted away.

Hun breaks free from the rubble and turned to see that his car was destroyed by an beam. He cringed. "Oh no, not my ride!" Hun yelled out. He grabs his bag and pulls out a bracelet revealing the train's location from the tracking device. "You won't get away so easily, Bishop!" he growled. Hun walked out of the warehouse, climbing into the Battle Shell, and sees Raph's Shell Cycle.

"Heh, looks like those turtles aren't so useless after all," he commented.

"Man, I think my concussion's got a concussion," Mikey commented as everyone got up. Outside, they hear a noise, seeing Hun drive away with Raph's bike.

"No, NO, he's stealing my bike!" Raph exclaimed.

"Let's go," Leo ordered as they all quickly piled into the Battle Shell.

"Hun stole my bike!" Raph growled, angrily.

"It's just a bike, Raphie." Mona tried to calm him down.

"Just a bike? Just a bike?!" Raph shouted. "Do you know how many hours I've spent into it?!" Mona sighed as Donnie drove away.

"And he's wearing your helmet, Raph, nasty!" Mikey exclaimed.

"You're not helping, Mikey," Mona replied.

Back in the Shredder's mansion, Chaplin was standing in front of Saki.

"Excuse me, Mr. Saki, I set up the communication security system as you requested. And I found one unauthorized anomaly,"

"Anomaly?" Saki asked, curious. "Replay for me this...anomaly." Chaplin pulls out a tablet and plays the message that Stockman sent.

"This is Hun. I am on my way to recover the device."

Saki narrows his eyes.

"Stockman."

Hun followed the train down the streets as he drove the Shell Cycle. He smirked as he looked down at the tracking bracelet in his hand. The trains stops in front of two of Bishop's operatives and the door opens. Bishop stepped out. "Captain, we have an incursion at base Gamma. I want a full security coverage. Get the bird in the air."

"Sir, yes sir,"

Hun stops the bike at a subway station, looking at the device. He revs up the bike and continues on until Bishop's security helicopters were now flying above him. "Aw, crud." The chopper fires a rain of bullets down on Hun. He quickly jumps out of the way and the Shell Cycle gets destroyed. Hun reaches for his bag and pulls out a rocket launcher, firing a missile at the copter. It makes contact and explodes as debris fall in the streets. "Sometimes it's fun being me."

There were soldiers guarding at the door as Hun arrived. He pulled out a machine gun and began to fire at them, breaking through the door. The Battle Shell arrived as everyone climbed out. Raph sees his bike.

"Oh no, oh no! The Shell Cycle it...it...," Raph screamed in rage, making the other cringe. He ran off, clenching his fist, before Leo could stop him.

"Slow down, Raphael," Leo called out. "We'll go in-" but Raph was already gone, after Hun. "together."

Hun was now at the armory. "Bishop! I know you're here, Bishop!" he growled as he tried to pull the elevator's doors off. His outfit was looking worse for wear, as it had rips and tears. Just as Hun managed to open one of the doors, a shadow jumped, heading towards him.

"What the-" Raph attacked him, knocking Hun to the floor.

"That's for stealin' my bike!" Raph yelled angrily.

"Get lost, turtle!" Hun shouted. "This ain't about you!" Raph spins and kicks Hun. He crashes through the other door, breaking it. Hun grabs the door, using it as a shield against Raph.

"And that's for trashing it!" Raph shouted, pointing one of his sais at him. Hun throws Raph away, using the door and stands up.

"I said, stay out of my way, freak!" He shouted, swinging the door at Raph, who dodges out of the way. Hun throws the door and Raph jumps out of the way as he back flips to the others as they arrive. "I have no time for this!" Hun throws a grenade at them. Everyone quickly jumped and moved out of the way as it went off. Huns smirked and ran off.

"Now, for someone who's working hard to find us, he sure is doing a good job of ignoring us," Mikey spoke.

"Hun does seem to be focused on something else," Donnie pointed out as he dusted himself off then helped Venus up.

"Maybe, but what?" Leo questioned.

"Only one way to find out," Yuuki commented. "We go after him."

Hun had made to the subway platform, finding Bishop's train there. He enters it, looking around for any more guards only to find it empty. Then he spotted Karai who was still contained in the force field. He smirked as he approached her. "Karai, I can't tell you how many times I wish to see you...exterminated. But, now, my life depends on saving yours,"

Suddenly, Bishop lashed out, who was hiding underneath a hidden compartment in the floor, attacking Hun.

"I'll hand it to you. You're persistent," He jumped, knocking Hun out of the train. "But, not exactly bright." and adjusted his tie. "Say goodbye." He closes the door and Hun sees the train was leaving.

"No!" he shouted as the train began to depart. He chased after it, running past Bishop, and grabs a pipe, staling the train as he thrusts it into the tracks. Everyone arrived as they walked down the stairs, seeing him and the train.

"Now, what's he up to?" Leo asked.

"Don't matter," Raph growled. "he's going down!"

They jump onto the train and looked into the window to see Karai and Bishop inside of it.

"Karai?" Leo questioned.

"Bishop?" Mikey questioned in surprise. Mona flinched, seeing him. She hugged Elizabeth close to her. Raph placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I want you to stay up here and out of sight," he told her. "Look after 'beth." Mona nodded. Bishop leaned out of the train door, holding a gun in his hand.

"Didn't I tell you to get lost," he pointed it at Hun, who was still trying to stop the train with the pipe. "Let me make my point a little clearer."

Hun pulls out the pipe and started to move again. Bishop fired the gun. Hun ran towards one of the doors of the train and punches through a window, pressing a button on the other side, unlocking the door. He walked down the train only to run into Bishop, trying to wrestle the gun out of his hands. It fired up into the ceiling, as everyone on top quickly moved out of the way. But, Mona and Mikey fell off, over the side. Raph quickly grabbed Mona, while Leo and Alopex managed to grab onto Mikey as they dangled on the sides of the train. They were quickly pulled up before Bishop or Hun could see them.

Bishop knocks the gun out of Huns hands, into the force field, breaking it. Hun manages to grab a hold of Bishop, trapping him. Bishop throws his head back, knocking his sunglasses off hitting Hun in the face with them. Bishops picks them up and laughed, putting them back on and kicks Hun then punches him into a panel. Hun grabs Bishop's leg, slamming him into a wall. "Alright meathead, you wanna play?" Bishop wrapped his hands around Hun's arm. "Now, we play for real." Bishop twists Hun's arm, kicking him from behind, sending Hun crashing through a window.

"So, what do we do?" Mikey questioned as everyone watched the fight.

"We let 'em take each other out," Raph answered.

Bishop jumps and kicks Hun. Hun turns around to strike back, but the agent moves out of the way. Hun tried to pull his arm from out of the door until he managed to break the door, pulling it out, using it as a shield against Bishop. Bishop jumps onto it then onto the floor. Hun yells in rage and slammed the door down on top of Bishop. However, Bishop jumps through the hole in the window and lands, kicking Hun in the stomach. Bishop reaches up and grabs the light above him, throwing and kicking it at Hun. Hun falls to the floor.

"You're finished and the lovely Karai here is next," Bishop throws the light into the force field, making Karai bounce against it, cutting her clothes. Leo turns to the others.

"Karai's in trouble. At the very least, we have to get her out of there," he insisted.

"Leo," Raph warned.

"Do we really have to?" Yuuki groaned.

"Don't start. She's done the same for us, we're getting her out!" Leo ordered, pulling out his swords. Hun tries to throw a punch at Bishop, who dodges. He ducks and grabs Hun's hair, throwing him into the light then throws Hun near the force field.

"I've...got to save...Karai!" Hun yelled as Bishop tried to force Hun's head into the force field. Karai eyes widened in shock as she watched, not able to do anything. Raph jumps into through the window and kicks Bishop away from Hun. He lands on the floor while the others join him, with Mona still on the roof of the train.

"You know, Bishop, you gotta be about the only guy I hate more than Hun," Raph spits.

"And that's saying a lot," Mikey commented. Just as Hun tried to stand up, Raph throws him to the floor.

"And you owe me a new bike, fatso!" He said angrily before jumping at Bishop attacking him. He swings a kick, but Bishop dodges. Mikey jumps on top of Hun to help Raph, while Bishop dodged their attacks. Bishop jumps out of the way as Raph throws one of his sais. Raph swings Mikey by the leg to kick Bishop. Hun ran towards Bishop, but the agent dodges and throws Hun at Mikey. While the others were dealing with Bishop, Leo, Yuuki, Venus, Donna, and Donnie were by the force field trying to get Karai out.

"This train car is amazing!" Donnie said in awe.

"Let's stay focused, Donnie," Leo tells him. Mikey lands near them. Leo jumps and pulls his sword, swinging at Bishop, who ducks and grabs Leo's sword from him. Leo rolls out of the way and grabs it back just before Bishop could swing it at him. Yuuki and Alopex ran towards Bishop, only for him to jump out of the way, making them crash into Leo.

"This train's getting too crowded," Alopex groaned.

"Fascinating," Donnie murmured in thought. "I've never seen anything so-"

"Time is of the essence, Donatello." Karai interrupted.

"Uh, right, sorry," Donnie said, sheepishly.

"Why not just slice the upper ring? Wouldn't that bring the shield down?" Donna suggested. Donnie and Venus looked at her surprised.

"That's brilliant!" Donnie exclaimed. "I was just about to suggest that as well." He turned to the others who was fighting Bishop. "Leo! I could use a hand!" Leo kicks his sword out of Bishop's hand and Mikey catches it. Leo swings and kicks Bishop away as he lands on Hun, taking the sword back from Mikey.

"Your turn!" Mikey jumps on Hun, knocking him to the ground, fighting Bishop. Leo lands next to Donnie, Venus and Donna.

"I need you to slice the upper ring..." Donnie turns to Karai, who nods. "Now!" Leo jumps up and slices the upper ring, bringing the force field down, freeing Karai. She jumps out and they ran to the others who was fighting Bishop. Bishop dodges Mikey's swings from his nunchucks and Raph's sais. Karai lands near him swinging her weapon. Bishop grabs her from behind.

"I see you've decided to stretch your legs, my dear. Perhaps I will to!" He uses Karai's sword against Raph's sais, throwing them away. Mikey and Yuuki charged at him only for Bishop to throw Karai, knocking Mikey away and to grab Yuuki, now using her as a shield against the others with her tessen. Leo strikes at him and Bishop used Yuuki's tessen to block his swords. He knocks one of Leo's swords out of his hand and Leo tried to strike again with his other sword. Bishop pulled Yuuki closer to him, as Leo's sword almost cut her neck. Leo gasped and immediately stopped with a surprised look.

Yuuki squirmed and managed to kick Bishop in the knee cap. Bishop threw her into Leo and pulled out a knife throwing it at them. Leo rolled himself and Yuuki out of the way, just in time, as the knife landed on the floor where they were. Mona watched in the window from above leaning in a little too close. The roof below her began to give away from the gun shots earlier making her, along with Elizabeth, fall into the train.

Bishop stared with wide eyes in shock, seeing Elizabeth. Mona stared up in fear as she slid away from Bishop, hugging Elizabeth close to her. Bishop smirked evilly.

"Well, now, this certainly a surprise," he said. Bishop began to inch closer over Mona reaching his hand out towards Elizabeth.

Raph yelled in rage and jumped into between Bishop and Mona.

"Don't you EVER touch her!" he roared, swing his sais at Bishop. He knocked Bishop away from Mona as everyone surrounded Bishop cornering him.

"I see the odds have changed," he said. "but, I never play the odds." He quickly moves past everyone, running to the front of the train. A hatch opens and he pulls out a briefcase, smacking Hun away with it. He crashes into the others as they tried to get to him. Bishop tuns to a control panel.

"Oh, and before I go, allow me to thank you, turtles and girls. Your DNA samples from the last time we met have put my research ahead 50 years, overnight. Ciao." He waves his hand and pulls a lever separating the carts from each other, leaving.

"Now that Karai is safe, I can finish you freaks as a little bonus for the Shredder," Hun cracked his knuckles, smirking evilly, but Karai kicks him out of the train. Hun grabbed onto a pipe as he watched the train leave. Leo walked up to Karai who bowed her head slightly to him.

"Thank you," she said and quickly jumped off before Leo or anyone else could say anything.

"Well, at least she said thanks," Leo murmured. Yuuki rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She smiled and walked over to him.

"What am I going to do with you?" she joked.

"What are you talking about?" Leo asked.

"You like her too," Yuuki replied. Leo stared at her with wide eyes. He shook his head, placing his hands on Yuuki's shoulders making her look at him, staring right into her eyes.

"I am in love with you." Leo said. "And only you and always will." Yuuki blushed and smiled.

"I love you too," she replied. "But, I still don't trust her."

Soon, the train began to roll to a stop and Raph and Mikey jumped off.

"Oh, I can't believe I lost my bike!" Raph shouted in anger and disbelief.

"Look on the bright side, Raph," Mikey answered, placing an elbow on Raph's shoulder, who scowls angrily at him. "You may have lost the Shell Cycle, but, Donnie here gained a shiny new train car."

"Can I keep, Leo?" Donnie asked, excitedly.

"If you can figure out a way to get us home," Leo tells him.

In the Shredder's mansion, Hun and Karai walked up to Saki. "My lord, thank you for sending Hun. He saved my life," Karai said, while Hun stood beside her, proudly. He kneels down in front of Saki.

"I live to serve you, master," Hun said as Saki walked up to him.

"Good. You live..as long as you succeed," he turned to Karai, as Stockman walked into the room. "Did you retrieve the microchip, Karai?"

"No, my lord. But, I did managed to get a detailed scan," Karai answered, pulling out her ring. "We should be able to construct a prototype of our own."

"Which is obviously why I am here," Stockman said with a smug look. "You've finally you have seen the error of your ways and are going to let my do what I do best."

"No!" Saki angrily answered. "Doctor Chaplin will create the prototype for the microchip. That is why he is here," Then two soldiers walked up behind Stockman from behind, grabbing him. They bring him to his knees as Saki slowly began to approach him. "I want to speak with you about an unauthorized communication you made earlier."

"I-I can explain everything!" Stockman stammered in fear with wide eyes as Saki was inching closer.

"No! Noooo!"

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