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koqabear · 11 months

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Pretty Privilege (and its complications…)

♫: California Gurls, Katy Perry // Icky, Kard

“You love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while he‘s on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and right— even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.”

lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.6K

warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.) and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy.

smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? Embarrassing…

Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up.

A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce around— even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, he’s still able to spot you with eerie ease.

You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly.

His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously.

Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between.

God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.

A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.

A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway.

You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side.

It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation.

Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot.

“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?

“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!”

“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?”

Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…

Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now.

The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him.

The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand.

“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty.

Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there.

Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)

You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips.

Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric.

Oh god. He’s screwed.

You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy.

“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”

With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you.

Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.

You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you.

Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu.

“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?”

The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.

“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.

“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!”

You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side.

Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her.

“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response.

“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.

“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?”

“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!”

“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.

“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?”

Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.

“Can I get a water please?”

Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”

Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you.

“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?”

You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly.

“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.”

Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.

“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound.

You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him.

“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly.

“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly.

“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in.

“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down.

“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.

“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head.

“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”

“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.”

Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight.

“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.”

Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.

“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”

His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off.

You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…

You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.

He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad.

“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.

“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”

“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!”

“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”

“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you.

“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.

“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!”

“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”

“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”

To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.

The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look.

“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.”

Shit, you totally were.

-♡-

The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least.

It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.

Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level.

He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever.

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.

He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead.

“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear.

“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer.

“She’s not.”

You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk.

“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly.

“No, I’m not.”

You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something.

“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears.

“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?”

“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.”

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him.

“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?”

Horny.

“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours.

You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you.

“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.

“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.

“Do the rest for me?”

Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…

“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway.

Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible.

You, on the other hand, are not doing that great.

If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds.

The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly.

“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.

“Hmm?”

This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now.

“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”

Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes.

He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him.

Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.

“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?”

You think you might die if you don’t take him right now.

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state.

“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.”

You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more.

Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly.

-♡-

Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.

“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.

“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”

Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily.

“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”

“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you.

“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his.

“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet.

“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return.

He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it.

He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day.

“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.”

Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him.

“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly.

“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?”

“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.”

I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.

“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall.

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?”

The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.

If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.

“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully.

“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”

“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.”

His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple.

You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you.

Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.

“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”

“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”

“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”

It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already.

“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.

“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else.

“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.

“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.

“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.

Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.

“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.

Your body said otherwise, however.

“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more.

“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears.

“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”

You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment.

He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now.

“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.

“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”

His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling.

Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building.

You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.

It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move.

It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.

Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you.

“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”

You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely.

“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.”

You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely.

“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”

The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you.

It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”

With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure.

“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so.

“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.”

“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”

“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”

Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment.

“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so.

“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.

“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.

“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.

“Yeah. You were so good for me.”

Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach.

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Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 - The Final Round-Up

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After three months of build-up and two weeks of spectacular fic reveals, the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 has finally drawn to its close 💙 Today, it is my honour and pleasure to share with you the results of all of our efforts: an astounding 478 616 words written over the course of twenty-eight brand-new Piarles fics. 🎉

We want to start by saying a MASSIVE thank you to all our incredible creators. You are all so wonderful and so so talented - it has been a delight and a privilege to spend the last few months with you. To laugh with you and to create with you and to share the Piarles joy with you. You are all phenomenal, and we feel so lucky that you chose to spend this time with us. ❤️

I also want to take this opportunity to say a personal thank you to my amazing mod team: @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson and @river-ocean. Moderating this exchange with you has been a slightly crazy rollercoaster ride, but I couldn't have asked for better people by my side throughout it. Thank you all, for everything!!

Below the cut we have the final round-up of all our 2023/24 Piarles Winter Fic Exchange gift fics. You are in for a real treat - enjoy!!! And don't forget to show the authors some love in the form of kudos, comments, bookmarks and tumblr reblogs 💘

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you and me were raised in the same part of town by @wolfiemcwolferson | rated M | 11.6k words | tumblr post here

A story of two best friends told through the years in the setting of Charles' childhood treehouse.

damage, destruction by @pinkierre | rated T | 6.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly doesn’t win the 2016 GP2 title, and thus he stays in the category for another year with Prema. He’s joined for the 2017 F2 season by his long time best friend and fresh GP3 champion Charles Leclerc. What starts as a dream come true, quickly turns into a nightmare. Fast forward 8 years later and they’re teammates again. At Ferrari F1 team. However this time, they hate each other. How will they cope?

Chasing What’s on the Other Side by @espithewarlock | rated E | 15.8k words | tumblr post here

A Mafia AU where Pierre is immediately obsessed with Charles, the newly-introduced romantic partner of his biggest rival, Carlos. He begins dangerously pursuing Charles, they fall into bed together, and his obsession only gets more real the more he learns about Charles’ history. Meanwhile, Pierre is also trying to keep his business running and figure out exactly what his rivals are plotting. There’s something simmering, and he does not like having a target on his back.

model behaviour by @your-littlesecret | rated T | 8k words

Charles isn't sure what he should be doing here - he is not proud to admit he completely zoned out as Camille was explaining - but the gorgeous guy is just standing there and Charles says fuck it and walks to him, extending a hand. "Hi" "Hello. I am Pierre." His smile is almost blinding and Charles feels like he's never seen someone as beautiful in his whole life - which is very fitting, considering he is a model.

change my mind by @chaesonghwas | rated M | 31.8k words | tumblr post here

When Lance drags him to a Drama Club meeting, Pierre doesn't expect to stay for long, but he meets Charles, brother to one of his fraternity's new pledges, and he decide to give it a chance. After all, Charles seems interested in him too - what could go wrong?

Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You by @crimsonicarus | rated T | 2k words

It was easy with Charles, talking, spending time, being silent. It felt natural, like breathing. Laughing at his awful jokes came from his mouth effortlessly, like another mother tongue.

five january seconds by @fenesacha | rated E | 8.9k words

Charles' phone is on the counter between them, and Pierre reaches out to tap the screen, waking the device up. He spares one second to look at Charles’ new background, a photo of the two of them in their Christmas jumpers, before he glances at the date. There, not changing no matter how many times he blinks: Tuesday, 2 January. What the fuck.

falling Inn love (five years later) by @gaslybottoms | rated T | 17.5k words

“American style holiday inn,” Lando reads from the description, squinting at the small font on the screen. “Family owned and run for the last three generations, the All Pine Inn is located deep in the heart of the South Downs, with picturesque views over the rolling hills of the local area. A step back from city life, the local village is a peaceful respite away from the busy day to day. See Charles, it seems perfect." OR Charles takes a trip to the country for the Christmas holidays, and rekindles an old almost romance along the way.

All The Pebbles Along The Way by @shankyspork | rated M | 17k words

Centering around friendship and grief, this fic takes the slow road through life and its meaningful moments, hoping to bring you to the conclusion that belonging is something innate.

all I ever wanted by @golden-fairylights | Not Rated | 8.4k words

When Charles received the email that Prince Pierre would attend his vernissage, he didn't know that by the end of the night, he would have found his soulmate.

Anything you can do, I can do better by @whatdidwejustdo | rated T | 2k words

In which Pierre and Charles are insufferably competitive mechanics for rival F1 teams (Red Bull vs Ferrari) and their friends (Carlos, Alex, and Yuki) suffer. Endless snark, friendship, and references to decades of F1 lore. Or: "Well.” Pierre’s eyes were sharp and blue. "Have you ever re-assembled Max Verstappen's car in twenty minutes when it was supposed to take forty, and watched him put together a hot lap in the dying seconds of Q2 to make it into Q3 and take pole?"

let's be what we are by @hourcat | rated E | 46.1k words | tumblr post here

Some weekends go better than others, and the only time Charles sees his best friend is at the post-race afterparties that the bigger teams throw. They’ll clink bottles of gross tasting beer and chat with one of the other drivers relegated off to the side this season, and it feels like they’re the karting kids again. Some weekends, though, Pierre is draped along Charles’ back, all but welded together after an early spin-out ended his day, and Pierre will give him what he needs—what they need. (or: pierre, charles, and the consequences of a lifetime of touch.)

Can I just be in my head with you? by @chipsandnuggets | rated T | 7k words

"Pierrot,” he mumbles without thinking, while he separates for a moment from Pierre, but still keeps some closeness. “Can I have you? At least in my head? Can I have you like this, every time I want, in my head?” 5 times Pierre and Charles desire something plus one they finally do something about it.

Le Cheval Cabré by @moonlight0starlighte | rated G | 24.3k words

Charles, a tortured Michelin star chef, returns home for his father’s passing and discovers the family restaurant has been left to him. Though his grief feels stifling at times, Pierre, his oldest friend, is the light that guides him through it all.

Job 37:6 by @mysticalbreadcollective | rated E | 8.3k words

Maybe he can pass it off as a drunken hookup. A one-time thing. They can both forget it ever happened and move on. Pierre doesn’t need to remember Charles whining and panting beneath him. He can bury it down with the piece of his heart that Charles owns always.

take my hand (put yours over my heart) by @duquesademiel | rated T | 37.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly has been declared Public Enemy Number One after breaking Charles’ best friend’s heart. Which, honestly, makes working in their charity work together just a little bit too awkward. A Christmas box, a lot of charity work, football matches and flower crowns might change Pierre’s status in Charles’ books - with a little dash of fake dating, of course.

hearts in the byline by @ilspredestinato | rated M | 25.6k words | tumblr post here

“You know,” Frédéric’s hands are crossed in front of him, fingertips tightening after every pause, “there is only one thing that brings stability to a Kingdom without it being a marriage.” Charles draws in a sharp breath—he knows, nodding almost imperceptibly once Frédéric falls into a hesitant silence. A courtship.

The Defenders by @justahappycloud | rated G | 30k words | tumblr post here

You showed me colours I can't see with anyone else by @radiocheck | rated E | 9.5k words | tumblr post here

Metropolis, a city for all kinds of people: good people, bad people, and people with special abilities. Pierre, alias Blue Arrow, considers himself a special person. With the ability to fly like a bird and bend the toughest of materials at his will, he has decided to use these gifts to protect the city he loves. But what happens when a new threat arises that could destroy everything he'd ever loved? To prevent this, Pierre joins a group of other three heroes and an unlikely ally so that they can maybe, hopefully, save Metropolis from the claws of this new powerful villain.

“I really thought you didn’t like me, you know,” Pierre muses. “You were always so… defensive.” Charles smiles thoughtfully. There are small dimples in his cheeks and his hair falls softly over his forehead as he glances down at the table before replying. “It was never that. I think I was afraid I would like you too much, if I let myself.” In which Pierre falls for his roommate's best friend, Lando is never where he's supposed to be, and Charles is a dream in technicolour.

show me who made you walk all the way here by @yukierres | rated M | 36.5k words | tumblr post here

Pierre is being blackmailed by a former lover into coming out, but risks losing his seat at Ferrari if he does. Charles is a prince who is forbidden from coming out until he has a long-term partner. The solution seems so obvious. Pretending shouldn't be that hard, right? Right?

still waking every morning (but it's not with you) by @river-ocean | rated T | 6.5k words

Charles loves being an actor. It’s what he has always felt was born to do. But he hates that it means that he has to spend so many days of the year away from the people he loves the most. He hates that even though he technically lives with his boyfriend, he is still in a de facto long-distance relationship most of the time.

anything, everything by @leclercenjoyer | rated E | 5.8k words | tumblr post here

Pierre and Charles go on a ski trip together, and things don't exactly go as planned. (Or do they?)

They Will Never Know by @effervescentdragon | rated M | 35.3k words | tumblr post here

Most stories are about blood. This story is not an exception. Charles disappeared. As for Pierre, well. Pierre had a very big secret.

Point Non Plus by @boxboxbrioche | rated E | 22.7k words | tumblr post here

brought to Point Non Plus idiom, commonly used in the Regency era 1. to be brought to a situation with no other options. 2. to baffle or confuse someone to the point that they have nothing to say. or: with his reputation in ruins and his options limited, Charles receives an offer from Lord Pierre Gasly that he simply cannot refuse.

like a heart made of dynamite by @vicsy | rated E | 31k words

Maybe all these years they were coming towards each other like a car crash in slow motion. Charles just had to wait for the brakes to fail.

and i long for you to appear by @singsweetmelodies / 17.5k | rated T | tumblr post here

When now-famous actor Pierre Gasly gets himself into a bit of PR trouble, it's up to his childhood best friend to step in and save the day. Thankfully, Charles is an expert public relations manager... the only question is if he'll be able to stop his feelings getting in the way when he finally sees Pierre again after all these years.

hold me in this wild, wild world by @fenesacha & @gaslybottoms | rated T | 2k words

Cross-country skiing isn't Pierre's forte. While he managed to stay upright during their earlier outing, it's done little to shake off his aversion to the sport that Charles seems to love so much - or, rather, his aversion to winter as a whole.

#piarles winter fic exchange 2023/24 #piarles winter fic exchange #pwfe 2023/24 #piarles fic #10 x 16 #❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you SO much for another amazing winter fic exchange!!!!#see you all next year? 👀❤️

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By the Best of the Lightning Strike

”By the Best of the Lightning Strike” is a Voltron Fantasy Au I’ve been working on. It’s been more mental preparation than anything I’ve written down as of late. But I’m planning plenty of art for it.

The characters are primarily Elven knights and warriors. Galra and Altean are all species of their own. With separate kingdoms and soldiers. Other “aliens”-> which are recognized as more mythological creatures and species themselves, belong as stand alone creatures or those under the rule, either willing or not, of Galra vs Altean-Voltron. Voltron is what they call their knights. Their best fighters are:

Lancelot (Lance) Ladron. His last name might mean thief. But only of hearts and frowns. A flirtatious soldier with glassy ocean eyes and a pure and unadulterated love for the stars and the sea alike. He has great power. Of water and rain, storm and wind. With his sickness comes weariness. He is physically strong. But Mentally does not allow himself the peace and smiles other see in him. He is wounded by the war. The war that leaves him half blind. And the war of the raging and roaring water and hurricanes that crash in his head. He is wonderful with a Sword. A bow and Arrow strikes through the most powerful currents. But his intentions to the world happen to be his strongest weapons. He is wise beyond his jokes. And a Master of craft. His magic is purely dispensable to him. And wonderful to others. He is among the last humans (aside his family, half elven and half human. He is mostly human) in Altea. But he won’t let the Purple trolls of Galran territory graze his pride.

Keith Keiden (name basically means Warrior from the wood of the battlefield.) Is a Grunt. A type of Fae that remain on the shorter side, with tempers that can be difficult to control. They are family people. And do not take being abandoned well. They are brisk and good fighters. Who fight with force and trickery. They are sneaky and prideful in not only their skills but their keen. Keith is also half Galra. Which results in some slight discrimination and anger when he reveals his bloodline. However, as well as a Voltron Soldier and Knight to Altea, his loyalties are split to the Blade of marmora. Garland and half Galran species who in turn want nothing to do with their kingdom or ancestry that fight independently, in small groups, and occasionally on the side of the Alteans. They often prefer Solitude. But Love is in fact their greatest weapons. A master of sword and blade, Keith is also a Dramonk. A name derived from the ancient and rare people of the dragons, meaning fire wielder. Flume of red and pink burst and burn from his hands. Dousing into rolling smoke. His anger gets the best of him. But a certain “thief” knows all too many way to douse the flames.

Dove Holt (Pidge/Katie. -> Holt actually means forest.) Despite Her [She/They pronouns for Pidge] less that forestric life, one home in the woods, a second in the workshop her father uses to study space, they are a lovely person. Dove, typically known as Pidge, is a Grunt. A distant Altean/Elven great grandmother somewhere in her blood. Dove, or Pidge, has the ability to connect with thee earth. He love and excitement for the future of space travel and technology is evident in her slick and mobile style of dressing. Despite her ladylike voice, they are sarcastic and witty. Athletic and feisty. Their connection to nature is in the soil. The vines that grow from her arms and allow her to launch herself great distances.

#art #Story #fantasy #voltron #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #langst #storms #powers #au #more

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Oh I’m going to need to know more about this 50’s au asap. I imagine malt shop dates and listening to the radio crackle doo wop music 🥹

Anthony B just watching Kate walk by like

And he knows he shouldn’t ask her to the drive in this weekend but her smile makes him feel like his heart’s going to bust out of his chest and when she sits on the top of the tool chest and passes him tools while he works he can’t stop thinking that they could be like this all the time.

Meanwhile, Mary is nudging Tharman watching as Anthony blushes while he leans over the desk towards her and Kate giggles.

“I think Katie’s got a little crush on Anthony.”

Tharman’s head whipped round, his eyes wide, “What?! Why would she do that?!”

“Are you… blind? He’s… something of a fantasy for teenage girls these days.”

And Tharman just gapes at her, “Anthony is?! But his hair does that funny swoop!”

#hound dog au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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teddysgrahms · 2 years

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i love love LOVE headcanons so I’m gonna share some of mine (specifically for my modern au lol)

Todd’s favorite movie is fantastic mr. fox <3

Charlie is the number one Britney Spears fan in the great state of Vermont

Knox is the only one of the group with a license and a car (Todd is scared of driving, Neil’s parents won’t let him get his license until he’s 18, charlie should never be allowed to operate any vehicle ever, Pitts has failed his exam twice now, meeks is blind, and Cameron’s saving up to buy a car) also yes the car was a gift from his dad

Ginny takes French and sprinkles it into her sentences all the time to impress her friends (mostly Chris)

Neil did track and field for the first two years of high school but his dad made him drop it to focus on his grades and soccer </3

Charlie introduced neil to Britney Spears and has converted him into a pop girlie

Neil has a Walkman and loves collecting tapes and putting mixtapes together :)

Meeks is president of the physics club

Knox’s parents are divorced and he lives with his dad

Favorite seasons:

Spring: Pitts, Cameron, Knox

Summer: Charlie, Meeks

Autumn: Neil

Winter: Todd

(The favorite seasons are so controversial between me and my friend because they insist that Todd’s favorite season would be fall because of what happened in winter but I raise you: if that didn’t happen (and before it happened) Todd’s favorite season would be winter because he likes spending time inside bundled up by the fire reading and hanging out with his buddies)

Charlie is a Reese Witherspoon stan

Cameron loves Kelly Clarkson and Katy Perry

Charlie has known he’s bisexual since 6th grade and since then has been unashamedly open about it <3

Mr. Keating is married to his wife and he loves her very much (also he is my bisexual king)

Pitts is ambidextrous because he got bored one summer and taught himself to write with his non dominant hand

Oh also here are their soccer positions:

Goalkeeper: Charlie (of course)

Defenders: Neil (sweeper), Pitts (center back, left back)

Midfielders: Knox (right mid)

Strikers: Todd, Cameron

And then meeks team manager :)

All the boys except Todd have been close friends since freshman year. Neil and Charlie have known each other the longest since they were neighbors growing up and have been besties ever since

Cameron became part of the group by accident when meeks invited the whole 7th grade home room class to his birthday and Cameron was the only one outside the main group to show up

Todd was one of those kids who would watch worms at recess and talk to them very kindly

I am a good big brother Jeff stan and I will never apologize for it. Jeff and Todd are besties. Todd got into soccer because of Jeff and some of his fondest memories are of them playing together when they were younger

Jeff is taking a gap year before he starts his third year of college (at like Yale or something idk he’s an economics major) and he’s been staying at home recently which has made Todd a bit happier about having to change schools so suddenly

Balincrest (Todd’s old school) was a boarding school, but in the modern au Welton is not. Todd is more upset about this than anything but at least he gets to see the family dog Lucy (who is a golden lab because the andersons are basic ass white bitches)

I have more but that’s enough for now lol

#dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #knox overstreet #mr keating #john keating #dps #chris noel #ginny danburry

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agathazinha2009 · 4 months

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Just some Songs that fit into Dinotrux charactheres.

Skrap-it

Villain-Wild Fire

Bad romance- Jay smith cover

Pretty little psycho

Ty-

Just like fire- Cover by Kid Zr0

Roar- Katy perry

Crazy=Genius

Monster- Cover by youthneverdies (this song is for my fanfics lmao)

Wrecking ball- cover by Cry to the blind

Without me-Eminem

Revvit-

Dream On

Cachecol

Somewhere only we know

Ton-Ton

Unstoppable- Cover by NO RESOLVE

Xee-

I'm good(I'm blue)

Click-Clack

Panic room- Au/ra

Ty's gang:

House of memories

D-structs gang:

U got that- Halogen cover

#dinotrux #songs that fit some trux/tool #Majority are rock covers lol #I really like it tho #:D #What songs you guys think it fits them well too?#songs

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whumpacabra · 4 months

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28. Watchers

Fear for loved ones safety, angst, briefly mentioned fictional politics, referenced stalking

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

Jennings was a hard person to find out of necessity - they might not have had a price on their head in the states, but they weren’t well liked in many circles. It came with the territory; one could only expose so much corruption and bigotry before they had more enemies than friends.

The Gomez’ were certainly some of their few friends, but that didn’t bring a smile to their face at the name on the caller ID. They had last seen Katie at her brother’s funeral months ago, but hadn’t talked to her since.

A random phone call at this ungodly hour was bad news.

“Jen?”

“Kat. What’s wrong?” They could hear how tight her voice was, fear and grief thick as her breathing shook.

“Oh God. I don’t know where to start…”

“Are you in danger?” Jennings pulled their glasses on and turned on the light by their hotel bed. They were a solid two hours away, but if Katie needed them, they’d break every speed limit to get there.

“I - maybe? Okay, okay.” She took a deep nasally breath, exhale forced between tight lips. “Harrison is alive.”

Jennings took pause with that. It made their stomach turn, reality reorienting itself. They had stood by while Katie and her family buried an empty casket for their childhood friend. It was always a possibility that he survived, just not one they had entertained.

“How?”

“I - I don’t know but, but…fuck he called, okay? He called a - a few hours ago. Phone line went dead just as we were wrapping up and - “

“His end or yours?”

“Mine. Car crash on 63 took out the telephone pole.” Katie swallowed hard. “I don’t think they’re monitoring our phone line, yet.”

“Who?”

“Harrison - Harrison said there were people looking for him. That they’d probably start watching us here.” There was a muffled clatter, window blinds creaking distantly. “I don’t think we’re being watched, yet. I needed to call as soon as I could to give you his number.”

“Which is?” They had a pen and paper at the ready, copying down the number as Katie recited it. A familiar area code. “Hm, that’s an Idaho number. I’d have to check for the county - ”

“Where?”

“Katie.”

“I’m not - not going to just, jump in a plane tonight and leave my kid I just…”

“I’ll find him Katie. And I’ll do my damn best to bring him home in one piece.” Their words were confident, and her sigh was relieved. “Did he tell you anything else? Any idea if he’s alone or with others?”

“Hm I don’t…I’m not sure. He - it sounded like he was talking to someone else for a second, when checking if I could give you this number. Um,” Katie’s breathing shuddered, “he said he crawled out of hell. I - I don’t know what kinda shape he’s in.”

“Don’t worry Kat. Can’t be worse than anything I’ve seen before.” It very much could be worse. “How’s Awesome? Does Mel know?”

“Mel knows she - she answered the phone when he called. Poor kiddo’s holding it together pretty well. Awesome is on a 16 hour shift. I - I didn’t want to call him while he’s at work and you know how he’d get if he knew there might be folks stalking us.”

“Speaking of, keep an eye out. Remember the tips I told you?”

“Of course. You’re always keeping us updated on your bad FBI tails.”

“I have a specific set of skills.” Jennings laughed humorlessly, tapering to a sigh. “Watch your back Katie. Do you have a burner?”

“Yeah.”

“Use that if you need to call me next. I’ll keep this number until then - after that I’ll switch to my own burner.” They stood, moonlight streaming pale and blue between the blinds. “I’ll head out ASAP. You get some sleep and keep your head on a swivel.”

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams

#whump #angst #fear for others safety #fictional politics #referenced stalking #freelancers au #ope more plot sorry. Harrison will be having a bad time tomorrow don’t you worry none.

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icdrawings · 8 months

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Material list/art work

My character info

~ art work

Gold Treasure

Jewel Treasure

Coin Treasure

~ interaction with other characters

Doll Dolly interaction 1

Doll Dolly interaction 2

Allie interaction 1

Corpse puppet au by @sketchquill

~ art work

Gold Treasure

Jewel Treasure

Papa Eddie

Backstory comic

Comic 1

Comic 2

Comic 3

Comic 4

Comic 5

~ story

Gold's backstory

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Beauty and the Puppet au by me

~ character designs

Wally Darling/prince

Wally Darling/Beast

Neighbor's dress outfits

Poppy Partridge/Ms.Pots

Julie Joyful/Babette

Barnaby B. Beagle/Lumiere

Frank Frankly/Clogsworth

Home/Gaston

Eddie Dear/Maurice

~ art work

Beast Wally Darling

Beast Wally's teeth

Nightmare before Christmas au swap au by @cloudy-dreams

~ art work

Sally & Jack version of Wally

The Sally ver of the Treasures

The Treasures

~ The Mayor

Couple

First sight

Confession

~ The Witch

~ The Pumpkin King

Island of the slaughtered swap au by @eavee-ry

~ story

Backstory

Why Mclean

Eva's anger

Crooked Katie

Duncan's lighter

Jungle queen Izzy

Witch of the woods

Blind Leshawna

Creepy Cody

The end

~ deaths explained

Day 11

Day 17

Day 22

Day 25

Day 28

Day 30

Day 34

Bigger body survivors au by me

~ The team

Huggy Wuggy design

Mommy Long Legs design

Catnap design

Player design

~ Smiling critters

Dogday's design

Craftycorn's design

Bobby Bearhug's design

Hoppy Hopscotch's design

Kickinchickin's design

~ Q&A: Smiling critters

~ Q&A: The team

Rock siblings au by @rocksibblingsau

~ art work

Feral Branch

Memory drawing

Branch ready to attack

~ Barb and Branch

Sleepy Branch

Holding Branch

Barb's design

Branch's design

~ funk family

Funk Branch's design

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justmultifandom · 4 months

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Kidge winter event

Day 4: Winter Holidays

(This is a Modern AU)

The Christmas holidays: a real break for students with the end of the first quarter. Katie sighed as she placed the large cup of hot black tea on the white saucer. She looked impatiently at the clock: four sixteen in the afternoon, she had been there for almost an hour now. Next to her, on the comfortable sofa with red cushions, her heavy canvas bag was still placed with notebooks and notes from the quarter inside. The beautiful bar door opened and a small bell rang while the sound of heavy rubber boots got closer and closer until it reached her with a wave of petrol and mint perfume. “Sorry for the delay, there was a lot of traffic due to the snow…”: the man smiled sheepishly, taking off his gray hat and red jacket: “I should have sent you a message, I know, it's my fault…” “Don't worry…”: Katie giggled: “The important thing is that you're here, Keith..” He smiled. After the unfortunate events of last year they had stopped seeing or writing to each other, and now they had finally had the courage to talk about it. What had happened between them was just a misunderstanding, a bad joke and a bad mistake. The summer had been hell for both of them. “I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I didn't call you or… just hear from you…”: she sighed, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a sip of the hot drink. “I didn't call you either…”: he replied: “We are equal in many aspects…” There was a brief pause in which neither of them could speak. Katie was casting her mind and memories back to the events of the past year, their effects and causes. They had been best friends throughout high school and middle school, and even when he dated Acxa in her junior year, breaking her little heart, she never betrayed their friendship. She had simply pretended nothing had happened; she had moved on with her life and her studies, also finding a kind and willing boyfriend to fill that void in her chest. All it took was some alcohol and a big Christmas party at Lance's house to make them sleep together, cheating on their partners at the same time. “How did Acxa cope?”: she asked, finding any excuse to speak and interrupt that deafening silence. “We argued, of course, but then everything went well…”: he replied, tapping his fingers nervously and slowly on the polished wooden table. “I'm happy…”: she nodded: “James and I broke up…” That had no relevance, however it was right that he knew it too. Apparently he had caught them making out at the party and when Katie returned to the apartment they shared the next morning, the suitcases were already packed and ready by the door while the furniture was bare of all her things. “I've always hated that asshole…”: Keith groaned, “You have no idea how much I wanted to punch him when you told me you were dating…” She bit back a small, amused smile, then cleared her throat. “What do you think we should do now?” She asked, playing with her fingers as he looked up at her for a moment. “What would you like to do?”: he asked in turn. “I don't know, become friends again and bury what happened? I don't think Acxa will be happy to know that I'm your best friend again after what happened…": she shook her head. “Acxa is not the problem, she and I decided to end our relationship a few months ago. Now she's with Veronica..”: he informed her. “OH…”: she squeaked in surprise: “I'm sorry…” “Don't be, we just talked calmly and came to the conclusion that everything was simply not as we had imagined…”: he explained. “And how would you have imagined it?”: she asked, daringly. “With a special person who has always been next to me, but who I was so blind as not to see completely…”: Keith looked at her with a slight smile, devouring her through his eyes. “Are you saying that after years I can be with the person I've always loved?”: she asked, as he moved next to her. "It depends on you…" Katie smiled. All of that was enough. She pulled him down for a kiss.

#voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #voltron pidge #kidge #keith x pidge #keidge #kidge winter event

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maddys-nerd-blog · 6 months

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Hi again!!! I’m still hard at work on my AU, and I’m truly honored that you guys like my silly fanfic! So I thought I’d share a snippet from the sequel I have in the works!

For context, this is early in the story, so the plot is just starting to kick in! And this takes place during 2012’s season 4/ the end of the Rise movie!

Get ready for angst in this section of the sequel, Familia; Through Space and Time!

“Miss McAndrews! I request your presence on the bridge, please!”

That was what woke Katie out of her stupor. Bright lights snapped on automatically overhead to further awaken the small group huddled in the entertainment room, earning groans from the other restless teens.

Katie’s eyes pried open partially, body unwilling to move just yet. Bones locked, muscles sore, her back searing from the uncomfortable position on the couch. The strange material of this furniture was unworldly, which fit for the space theme, but in retrospect it only created more spinal pain. The holo screen was still playing some stupid movie they’d found the night before. How could you tell it was night in the depths of space?

At her side she felt Donnie stir, the turtle shifting to roll onto his shell. Over on the end of the couch Raph’s soft snores rattled in her ears. Settled against her right, Mondo still made no attempt to wake up just yet, content with staying in the comfort of his mom. If she had it her way she’d stay with her boys to make sure they were safe. To make sure she was here if they needed her.

“Miss McAndrews!” Honeycutt sang over the speakers again. “You’re being requested on the bridge!”

This is why I hate sci-fi, Katie thought with a repressed groan. Being summoned by C-3PO in the ass-crack of God only knows what time it is. Gonna wake the kids up at this rate. Reaching a hand to the earring he’d granted for communication uses she ground out a short, “On my way,” before she finally started untangling herself from her kids, careful not to jostle them or disturb their slumber. The last thing she wanted was to get them up after the stress they’d all gone through. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like to maintain the connections to her sons, of keeping them close to make sure they were okay. She barely realized her hand was scratching the top of Mondo’s head like she used to do in times of dire stress.

They’ve been through enough. Let them catch a few hours of rest.

The moment her space became vacant, Donnie stirred, groaning tiredly under his breath as he unconsciously reached a hand out to find the missing piece of their unit. As though sensing his unrest, Raph brought an arm around the smaller turtle’s shoulders to draw him close, calming the techy youngster despite his anxiety. Some of the frost in her heart melted witnessing it.

She didn’t want to leave them alone. She didn’t want to simply abandon them. Letting them be in an unfamiliar environment would create unwanted stress. Her gaze never strayed from her babies, hurt that she had to go, reaching for the slumbering teens, hoping for a semblance of comfort to offer—

“Oh Miss McAndrews~!”

Aggravated her throat tightened, halting her from going back. Stupid, stupid tin can.

Her hands grabbed the earring, hissing with a whispered anger. “Keep your voice DOWN. I’m coming.”

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Entering the bridge was met with the same hollow fanfare she expected over the past month. Stark white walls, blinding lights on the monitors, the front window still filled with a canopy of twinkling starlight that stretched into the far reaches of eternity. Helming the ship at his usual podium, Honeycutt hummed a cheery tune to himself as he worked, digits tapping away on the holo-keyboard without a care.

Katie glowered at the robot, doors swooshing closed behind her as she zipped her hoodie to stave off the chill. “What’s the matter now?”

Without looking at her, Honeycutt started pulling up a hologram. “I thought you may be interested to know that I’ve stumbled upon something peculiar. It has the same energy readings as the portals that allowed Raphael and Donatello to come through into our realm.”

Katie raised her brow. “Okay. And?”

His head rotated in a full turn, expression deadpan as he explained. “And, the signatures are unworldly. They are a direct match to another universe the Triceratons have tried to punch through to, but by the looks of it the Krang have beaten them to it.”

“So what does any of this have to do with me?” Katie crossed her arms. “If you woke me up for nothing—“

“These signatures are from Earth 2018.”

Katie paused. 2018? Why did that sound familiar…? “What’s there?”

“What else?” Honeycutt turned his attention back to the screens, pulling an orange blip up to display. “Other alternate versions of us! Perhaps there’s one of you wandering the great wide universe, hmm?”

“If there is she’s probably a trophy wife or a rich bitch living a successful life,” Katie sardonically snorted. “But you’re telling me there’s another passenger we’re missing, or…?”

“Technically we’re not missing anyone. We could skip this signature altogether. But doing so would mean certain death for this occupant,” Honeycutt responded so casually at that, making Katie bristle uncomfortably. “Of course it doesn’t have to be our problem! We already have a race against time to save your dimension from certain doom after all!”

“Way to back me into a corner, Tin Man,” she grumbled under her breath. Her emerald orbs tracked across the orange screens, blips of some unknown readings popping up, persistent, trailing through oblivion like a shooting star. The phantom aura of familiarity struck her heart, brief but violent shudders of a cold chill rushing down her neck from the sensation of falling into nothing, drifting aimlessly towards an ultimate destination; death. How close she’d been to reaching that edge. How close she’d been to breaking her oath to Danny, to Mondo, to all the people who’d helped her get to this point. Without them, she would have been better off dead at Bishop’s clutches.

What if this unlucky soul was facing that same reality?

Had it not been for the timely intervention of Mondo’s DNA tracking her to his dimension… she didn’t think she’d be standing here.

Well. If it weren’t for a godly hand guiding her through to find Honeycutt then she’d definitely be dead. Her and Mondo both.

“So,” leaning against the side of the podium without tearing her eyes off the hologram display, Katie began to fiddle with the zipper of her sweatshirt. “This is just me being hypothetical. Can we intercept it? Meet it in the middle?”

“I’m glad you asked!” Honeycutt bleeped happily. “We’re only one Earth hour away from it’s trajectory course! If we’re lucky, we may be able to catch it! Who knows? Perhaps this traveler will be just as eager to meet us as we will be to meet them!”

“Can’t leap into this halfcocked, Doctor Who,” Katie reminded sternly. “For all we know it’s a Triceraton looking for a fight. I’m not throwing the boys into another round of beatings.”

“I understand completely! I’ll have laser cannons online just to ensure our safety!”

“I’m sorry what—? Laser WHAT?”

“Let’s chart our destination right away! Tally-ho and whatnot!”

“You don’t get to ignore that WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT LASERS—“

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The space suits were annoying as FUCK. Katie struggled to fit the boots over the clunky armor provided, the arm guards were somehow too tight on her biceps, the actual material of the suit was baggy and smothering. And there was no way in hell she was going to put on the gaudy dome Honeycutt gave her. Might as well go to a Halloween party with the fuddy-duddy costume.

Thank Jesus for my savings, she thought as she put on the new outfit she’d scrounged together out of her leftover clothing and some space materials she’d purchased from a market a week ago.

Buttoning the final piece of the refined satin jacket closed, Katie did a once over of this updated look. It was a slender one piece suit that allowed for flexibility, letting room in to breathe. The attire almost looked like a turtleneck sweater had it not been for the sleek shine of the leather. No sleeves meant more room to throw a punch. The dark gray color was ten times better than the offset yellow jumpsuit, form fitting black pants with thin crimson track lines racing down the thighs to her ankles, where a set of gravity boots that took the form of heels clicked on the floor. Even as she fastened the belt around her hips to supply her revolver, Katie couldn’t help but think— Damn, I look like Lara Croft.

Grabbing a handful of her hair and bunching it into a low ponytail, she made her leave of the sleeping quarters, returning to the bridge to find the usual chaos that her boys were capable of.

“— told you a hundred times not to touch the console, please! If you kindly go back to your station—“

“Dude lemme see! I’ve never seen such advanced tech in my entire life!”

“Don, maybe try to calm down? Th’ robot looks like he’s gonna short circuit.”

“Half this stuff looks like a video game! Have you ever heard of Mass Effect? Like that one!”

“I have not seen Mass Effect, but you know what I would like to see? You stepping away from the navigational hub!”

“OH MY GOD DUDE LOOK AT THIS MAP! ITS JUST LIKE MASS EFFECT!”

Katie cracked a soft smile against the strain. In times like this, her boys knew how to make light of a shitty situation. “Red’s right, don’t break Tin Man!”

Two young sets of bright eyes landed on her instantly, and Mondo and Donnie ooohed at the new attire. “YOU LOOK LIKE COMMANDER SHEPARD!” The bespectacled turtle exclaimed giddily.

“I told you it was like Mass Effect!” Mondo bragged.

“Oh, good! You’re back!“ Honeycutt sounded relieved. “I was just about to call you! There’s been an update on the energy readings!”

“Which would be what?” Katie approached, hands resting on her hips. “Any changes?”

“Yes!“ Honeycutt nodded. “The course is still right in our path! Any minute now the alert will open up and I’ll be able to open a passageway from the energy center to my ship! Then we can meet this stranger face to face! Bleep!”

Mondo stared up at the screens with confusion, struggling to understand the strange language that popped up on the hologram. “What’s goin’ on?”

Great job, Jackass, Katie internally scolded herself. “Nothing hon,” she reassured, crossing the bland white threshold to meet him halfway. “Don’t worry. Just… going to make a Pitstop.”

Mondo blinked, confused. “Where to?”

“How do I explain…? So… we’re picking somebody up. Only thing is, we don’t know who it’ll be yet.”

As expected, this made Mondo bewildered. It was as though he was trying to wake up and understand what had been explained to him. “Wait,” he paused, as if trying to connect the pieces mentally. “We’re meeting up with a random person in the middle of outer space?”

… damn he made it sound so much more suspicious than what it was in her head. “Well when you put it like that, yes.”

The gecko was visibly perplexed by this idea. “How’re we gonna do that? It’s not like there are gas stations in space, right?” He froze, fingers coming to pick at the well-weathered wristbands that were starting to loosen its stitching, fuzzy material having lost its initial color weeks ago from their escape from Earth. “Are those Dino-dudes gonna trap us and lock us in cages?”

“Honey no. No. You look at me, Jason,” Katie gently tilted the gecko’s head up by the chin, determination in her stressed out features. “I would never let that happen. If they even try to put you in a cage I’ll rip their eyes out of their skulls. Nobody’s putting any of you in cages ever again. I swear on my life.”

Mondo continued picking at his wristband, still troubled. “How’re we gonna be sure it’s not a trap…?”

Katie shrugged in earnest, sighing. “We’re still working on that,” she cast a pointed glare over to Honeycutt. “Aren’t we?”

“Most certainly!” Honeycutt affirmed with a cheerful nod. “Not to worry Mondo! We aren’t in any danger whatsoever!”

“Good t’ know,” Raph twirled a sai around his fingers, staring at the holograms thoughtfully. “Wonder who’s gonna come through th’ portal this time.”

“You think it’ll be someone we know?” Donnie pondered. “Like…” he fidgeted where he sat in his own console station, glasses glinting beneath bright white lights, voice turning hopeful. “Maybe Leo?”

Leonardo’s name hadn’t been mentioned since she’d last seen him all those months ago— blinding white smile as the teleporter engulfed him to whisk him back home, an eager expression of relief that brightened his features despite all they’d been through. Katie couldn’t help but grin remembering the red slider hellion that had caused so much mischief. Who knew what kinds of trouble he was getting himself into now? She wondered if he was alright. “Maybe,” she shrugged. “Or it could be another Mikey. Another goofball on board?”

“Oh dear stars please no.” Honeycutt deadpanned.

“Would you it rather be another me?” Katie shot back playfully. When Honeycutt shuddered, she scoffed. “That’s what I thought.”

“Nobody needs another Mondo on board. Both him and Mikey will tear th’ place apart!” Raph joked.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m an excellent party goer!” Mondo hopped over the railings, landing with a skillful thud. “Rule numero uno: waste not want not! Numero dos: be mindful of your fellow traveler! Numero three: never leave a compadre behind!”

“Wise words to live by, mijo,” Katie nodded with approval, scratching the spot between his eyes with a fond grin. “Doin’ me proud everyday.”

Suddenly the hologram’s screen blipped. A red spot took shape and a monitor in the ceiling started blaring, making everyone wince. Honeycutt’s fingers began tapping away at the console rapidly, his electronic eyes widening in surprise. “Gracious! The energy readings are off the charts, I can’t detect the signatures any longer!”

“What does that mean?!” Katie uncovered one ear to shout at him over the screaming siren.

“It’s gone off course! According to my charts the molecules holding the portal’s structure in one piece are starting to unravel and decay! It’s the stability rate, all of the energy is sapping off of the stranger coming into our reality! Meaning they’re starting to fade!”

“Fade as in ‘it’s passing’ or fade as in ‘it’s dying’?!” Katie asked.

“I cannot determine it at this moment!” Honeycutt began to type something into the hologram, the alarms quieting as the red blip started to increase in size. “It’s close— I’m going to open an emergency portal channel! Kathrine, once it’s ready I’ll have to ask you to reach in and grab it!”

“Grab WHAT?!” Katie gawked. “What am I picking up, a fucking comet?!”

“A person!”

“I WAS BEING SARCASTIC.”

Katie spent no time being rigged to a harness with an extendable cord attached to a ring in the back, the length of the wire stretching enough to reach a block or two. It reminded her of bungee jumping cables. She strapped her pistol to her hip— she’d rather be skewered than to be without her firearm because who knew what was waiting on the other side of the portal. As she equipped her gear, Honeycutt handed her two things. One was a small oxygen mask, only this was made of glass and had two buttons on the bottom with a long tube hooked up to a respirator he clipped to her belt, the other was a small round of explosives that looked like metal sticks of dynamite. “In case there’s no oxygen where you’re going!” He’d happily blooped, which did the opposite of cheering her up. In fact it would have scared her shitless had it not been for the pressing matter at hand.

“What do you think we’re in for?” Raph asked, helping her clip the last of the safety hooks to the fasteners on her back, testing their strength to ensure a safe return.

“Honestly?” Katie attached the mask to her face— a hiss of air escaped once it fit snug around her nose and jaw. “A whirlwind of trouble. But that’s not new.”

“Ain’t that th’ truth,” Raph scoffed, lightly punching her arm to offer support. There was a serious gleam in his eyes, imploring in the silence. “Go in, grab th’ guy, get out. Come back alive.”

She smirked beneath the glass. “That’s the plan, kid.” She patted his shoulder comfortingly, nodding. “Remember! If I do die, don’t let Donnie take Honeycutt apart. You need him to get home.”

“No promises!” Donnie jested from his station.

“I do not agree with any of that but!” Honeycutt pushed a few buttons in his control center. Somewhere in the hull there was a slight jolt as he allowed something to take shape within, a hard pull shaking the ship. “That’s your cue! On with the show!”

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Entering the hull was harder than she thought. Unlike last time when Raph and Donnie had come through, this portal was violent, unruly, chaotic in nature. It was apparent the moment the doors swung open; it threatened to rip her from the very ship, had it not been for the safety gear she’d put on. There was a bright orange ring that sparked around the gaping maw of the portal, but it for some reason it wasn’t holding itself together, fighting to hold its stability amidst a tirade of elements that fought to tear it apart, warping its structure to make it jagged. Beyond the uncoordinated entryway into a world unknown, Katie expected to find starlight, sunlight, or some kind of alternate reality. She had to grip the frame of the open doorway to the hull just to keep herself grounded.

In fact, when the portal gave way to allow for her to gaze inside, all she saw was nothing. Nothing but a desolate wasteland.

“What…?” She couldn’t help but breathe, tearing herself away from the wall to better approach the portal. The fierce orange glow that seemed to sizzle in the air drew her closer. Her hair whipped around her face, the respirator tightened to maintain its function, air pumping into lungs to provide oxygen. This mystic obstacle, the closer she came, started to flicker and burn the exposed skin. Peering into the void, however, brought upon a horrifying sight.

It was as if she was looking at the set of Terminator.

The entire world she was looking into was bleak, weightless, zero gravity taking hold of the atmosphere to render everything mute. Unexplainable hunks of debris were floating in the negative space, some of which looked like pieces of skyscrapers, cars, houses, streets. She couldn’t spot any bodies, but it wouldn’t surprise her if there were corpses drifting about somewhere. It was a desolate gray wasteland that seemed endless, stretching into forever as far as the human eye could see as a vast emptiness stared back, with only an echoing thudding bouncing in the nothingness. If this was a version of Manhattan, Katie felt ready to puke.

The communicator on her wrist buzzed. “Miss McAndrews! What do you see so far?” Honeycutt asked through the link.

“You don’t wanna know,” was her shaken reply. She stepped forward against the horror that mounted her feet on the floor, peering further to the strange pocket of demise. “What the hell am I looking for?”

Honeycutt replied readily. “The signature is stronger now. They should be right in front of you!”

“Not exactly sure you’re reading your charts, I see literally nothing. Just destruction.” Katie leaned forward slightly, keeping her balance, the cable on her harness holding the woman steady. “I don’t see anything, I can’t…”

“YOU WRETCHED! LITTLE! PEST!”

Katie’s blood pressure rose through the roof. Leaping back, she was suddenly taken by surprise as the unknown voice from within shot back at her, almost omnipotent. No. No, that wasn’t right, it couldn’t be her…

Someone else.

Something rumbled with the impact of some kind of monstrous power. Every syllable of the roaring was met by thunderous booming punctuating each blow. There was a flicker of purple that blinded this void of darkness, the pause following deafening. Katie held her breath as she dared herself to take another step towards this graveyard.

The quiet was immediately shattered.

“WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!”

A massive piece of debris exploded from afar. Something had been thrown into it with inhuman strength, breaking it to pieces. Violet-orange hues colored the air, out of place, a moment of grotesque beauty in this hellish universe. A stream of air followed the soaring body like a shooting star leaving a trail behind, painting the gray with thin ribbons of red that sprawled into sickening circles.

A flash of green appeared through the smoke.

A hint of bright blue.

…

No.

Don’t let this be happening.

Don’t do this to me. Don’t let it be him. Don’t let it be him.

Don’t let it be my boy.

But she couldn’t stop herself from gasping as the view became clearer.

Yellow stripes.

Red crescents.

It became hard to tell what was part of his skin and what was the blood that was oozing out of his body.

He floated lifelessly. He wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving he wasn’t moving he wasn’t moving hE WASN’T MOVING—

White noise filled her senses. The world fell into a blank tunnel. She couldn’t hear the animalistic screech that shredded her voice, nor the rapid thrumming of her heart that grew dangerously close to cardiac arrest. She could no longer hear Honeycutt calling out to her.

She didn’t think.

She didn’t hesitate.

Katie leapt into the portal.

Out of all the impulsive things she’d done in her life, Katie didn’t know she could get more reckless. She’d died twice. She’d shanked an agent with a god complex in the throat. She’d even beat the shit out of a group of bigoted mutant haters and came out of it with bruised ribs and a fractured elbow.

But here in this void, where gravity didn’t seem to exist and the only thing standing between her and her boy was the vast vacuum of space? That was some insane stuff.

Yet here she was.

Thankfully the cable was able to give her the reach she needed to gain some momentum, soaring into the nothingness without a care for her own safety. Katie didn’t know she was capable of such things before, but when it came to her kids, she’d do anything.

Ad it turned out, the weird shoes she bought weren’t just for style. The moment she kicked a piece of loose rubble out of her path to clear the way, something within the heel snapped open. Katie barely had time to realize there were two rockets in her feet before she was suddenly blazing faster than a Lamborghini in the indie 9000. In the shock of her predicament Katie looked up to find Leo slipping farther into the dark, seeming to fade between the unknown of the abyss.

No! Katie pushed forward to fall forward, flying towards the turtle. She stretched herself forward, swimming in the air, adrenaline pumping fast and furious into her body, not intent on giving up. Unable to hear anything beyond the blood rushing into her ears to drown out the world around her, solely focused on the green blip that plummeted.

Leo, she thought pleadingly, teeth gnashing with horror. Leo please don’t do this to me. You have so much to live for, you have your entire life ahead of you!

Flashes of her memory played out in the back of her head. Finding him in the dystopian New York, cocky and full of energy to distract from the fact he was a long way from his home.

Coyly teasing Raph for his temper.

Eagerly teaching Mondo new skateboard tricks.

Taking care of Donnie when she couldn’t, growing close to the purple masked turtle because he reminded him too much of his own brother, misplaced by dimensions.

Helping her through the stress, the day he opened up to her about his own inner demons, thinking he was a burden to his brothers.

Finding out about his neglectful rat father and wanting nothing more than to adopt him.

Fearing for his safety when Bishop captured them. The scream that came out of him.

Being so proud of him when he mastered the ability to make portals on command, seeing him brighten from her praise.

Holding his hand to comfort him when he cried, hugging him during darker nights where he spiraled.

The teleporter bursting with energy, taking an excited Leo home…

Only to end up like this.

Whether it be her ungodly adrenaline rush or the divine intervention of some mighty being looking out for her, Katie pushed forward with another burst of flame from her heels, reaching both arms out as Leo got closer in sight. Just a little more, come on, come on come on COME ON!

Twenty feet became fifteen.

Fifteen became ten.

Then it closed in to six.

Until finally, Katie propelled herself off of a loose chunk of rubble just close enough to reach the red eared slider. The moment he was within arms length she grabbed him, pulling Leo’s unmoving body close against her being as the spiraled through the air like tangled up balloons aimlessly floating in space. She shielded the boy against the rest of the asphalt, trying desperately not to crumble as she held him close to protect him from whatever had done this, trying to ignore the sticky warmth of his blood starting to stain her clothing, trying to pretend he wasn’t close to death’s door.

She tried to ignore the horrible fact that her boy was probably dying in her arms, and she’d been too late to save him.

“¿Puedes oírme, cariño?” Katie found herself asking in this silent void of hell, unaware of how her voice quaked. She took his face into one hand, brushing streaks of crimson out of his eyes, disturbed when she found him staring half-mast right through her, lips drawn open slightly, where more of the same red moisture escaped in blobs along his chin. “Cariño, soy yo. Es Katie.”

Leo didn’t respond.

“Quédate conmigo Leo.” Katie adjusted her hold on him, wrapping her left around his back to better cradle him, the other she activated her communicator, bright orange screen staticky with fuzz as Honeycutt picked up.

“Kathrine! There you are!” He sounded utterly frazzled. “Where are you?”

“Get my location and teleport me back NOW.” Katie looked down at Leo, her heart rate getting increasingly faster. “TAKE ME BACK NOW!”

“What, why?! What’s the matter—“

“MY BOY IS BLEEDING OUT OUT HERE! TURN YOUR LOCATION ON AND BRING US BACK NOW! MUEVE TUS PERNOS PARA EL CEREBRO!” Katie shook the turtle in her arms, her overwhelming panic starting to swallow her whole. “Leonardo look at me! I need you to breathe! Honey, listen to me! Can you hear me?!”

Once bright and mischievous eyes only blankly stared back, unresponsive, totally zoned out of reality. His head sagged forward and fell to rest against her collar. With a quickness she rested a pair of fingers against the neck to search for a pulse. She didn’t even know the extent of his injuries yet.

It was extremely slow. He was just barely clinging to life.

Katie grit her teeth with worry. “Come on, hon, stay with me!” She looked down at the heels of her feet, the rockets starting to spark and short circuit. “Stupid piece of shit, WORK!” She kicked the edge of her boot against each other with a vengeance. “WORK!”

She was bathed in a tunnel of crimson light overhead.

A scream, unlike anything she’d ever heard in her entire life, pierced her eardrums.

Katie’s eyes widened.

Almost against her better judgement, she craned her head to meet the source…

And every single bone in Katie’s body seized up.

Staring back at her with one illuminating eye in the center of its head, with a robotic body the size of the Empire State Building, was an abomination against nature and the universe. It’s intestines were showing in its stomach cavity, it had claws the length of dragons talons, a razor sharp gaze burning into her soul as if to smite her and Leo. If this was what aliens were going to look like, her Earth was well and truly FUCKED.

Then it’s pink organs formed EYEBALLS and a MOUTH, and they sneered at her with outrage.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” It bellowed.

The cables on Katie’s back ripped her through the air— godly intervention, she supposed— as both she and Leo were torn straight from the red light and towards safety. Honeycutt was shouting at her through her communicator but those words fell to deaf ears.

The Thing was not having it. “NO!” It screamed, attempting to leap forward with hellishly fast reflexes, outstretching a clawed appendage to grab them. “HOW DARE YOU, MORTAL FILTH! HE BELONGS TO ME!”

Katie, again, fought through the freezing cold clutches of horror and actually managed to match its volume with a scream of her own. “GO FUCK YOURSELF, FREDDY CRUGER!”

It was over in moments.

One second they were flying in zero gravity. The next they were in the familiar warmth of Honeycutt’s hanger bay.

The last thing Katie saw was The Thing about to shoot his hand into the portal, his claws three feet apart from her legs as if to pull her back—

They closed around his fingertips, shattering them off. They fell around her feet with lifeless clatters.

And all Katie had was an armful of broken turtle, and a never ending slew of questions that would go unanswered.

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