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If we turn left enough times, we'll have gone in a circle.... and end up right back where we started.

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @littlemissartemisia @thevoidbrothers @noval1t (I hope they don't mind I added their characters into the story for special guest appearance 👉👈)

CW: fight scenes, blood/ichor, panic attacks, slight body horror, hallucinations, abuse, experimentation, surgery, torture... cardiac arrest and character death

(It's a really long one. I am so sorry in advance lol)

Also, just for clarification: UIFY = Until I Found You NFIF = No Fun in Fungus DvD = Donatello Von Draxum 'Phael = Raphael Jurogumo

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Misa waddled along the corridors of the arena as she retraced her steps. She couldn't recall exactly where she'd left the portal sword, but she knew it was in the area... Her families were counting on her. Her older little brothers and sister April needed her help! And she was so excited to help them and prove Lee-Lee wrong about her being "just a little kid". She wasn't little! She was 4 years old! That was so grown up and big, she could do all sorts of things by herself... If she could only find her sword. She'd show him just how big she was!

Out of the blue, a familiar floating sensation took her and she watched with surprise as she was lifted up high into the rafters. Misa squealed with delight.

"Up, up!"

Waves smiled at her, returning her laughter with chirps and giggles of his own.

"Are you going to keep playing with your food, or what?"

Misa watched as a splash of pitch created another figure -- a version of Donatello but entirely grayscale -- formed in the rafters next to them.

Waves turned to look at his brother with a great big smile on his face, his eyes empty and black as he stared at Signal. He hissed a warning. Misa is off-limits.

"Fine. Just didn't see the point in wasting such a sweet little snack."

Waves hissed at him again before nuzzling his face into Misa's. She giggled with glee. These brothers didn't scare her. Waves might seem spooky, but deep down he was a silly little sweetheart and she adored him. Especially when he would pick her up and fly around with her.

"What exactly is the little Artemisia doing way out here all by herself?" Signal asked, leaning in close to her tiny face.

"Getting sword for my family!" she explained.

"Ah, weaponizing children now, are we? I think Static was handing out medieval swords and maces earlier..."

"Did somebody say 'best void brother'?" came a glitchy voice as another void brother appeared.

"It's like he's Beetlejuice or something..." Signal growled.

"I just thought the little lady might like this," Static stated smugly as he handed Misa her retrieved portal sword. He'd found it for her!

Misa cheered happily as she brandished the weapon, the blade glinting in the light and reflecting her image like a mirror.

"What's going on up here?" a fourth and final voice boomed. Radio slowly emerged from the shadows of the rafter corners. "Static, you're not giving minors weapons again, are you?"

"How did you even get up here?" Signal asked incredulously. "You're practically the size of a dump truck, how can you even fit in these rafters?"

"Call me that again and I'll flatten you like a dump truck."

"Just worried for the structural integrity of the building, is all..." Signal sassed back.

Radio rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the others, specifically Static, who still owed Radio an answer.

"I wasn't handing out weapons, I was retrieving it. It already belonged to her!"

Radio's eyes shifted from Static to Misa, who nodded her head as Waves shook his (he wanted to get Static in trouble as a joke).

"Why would a little thing like you need a sword?" he asked cautiously.

"Family needs help! Misa gets her sword for them!" she explained. "Bad spores!"

"Your family? You mean that band of misfits and the anxiety-riddled shroomie teens?"

Waves nodded for her. Misa didn't really understand what shroomie meant. Radio scratched his chin as he considered the situation. He knew that there was an outbreak of fear spores going on, and the two AU teams had been working to find and destroy them. It wasn't looking good thus far. Even Signal had gotten spored, and though he wouldn't admit it... they knew it wasn't a pleasant experience for him. Radio couldn't say he was an expert on mushrooms, but he knew a thing or two about invasive beings and decay. And if that fungus was as bad as everyone was making it out to be, then it could mean disaster for every AU in this place.

"...I don't suppose we could be of any help?"

Donatello howled with maniacal laughter.

His prisoners watched with fear as he ordered the vines to wrap around Michelangelo like ropes, tying his arms to his sides and keeping a very strong grip around his throat just in case anyone got any funny ideas. DvD was screaming bloody murder and promising every kind of painful demise if Audrey III didn't release his baby brother immediately. But he could see the tears in his eyes, he could hear the panic and utter fear.

Oh god, the fear was delicious. He wanted more...

Raphael struggled against the odd vines that had sprouted from Donnie's shell, as he brought him closer towards the room where Leo and the others were. The vines were an amalgamation creation -- partially machine, partially Dee's ninpo, and partially... Raph could only assume it was the mushroom. Had it been growing inside of his shell?? He desperately tried to free himself from the terrible growth. He managed to get one arm out --

"Oh-ho-ho-ho, what are we trying here?" the plant asked through Donnie, smirking down at Raph and commanding several other vines to take ahold of his arms and pull, stretching him out in every direction as he yelled in pained protests. "You didn't really think you could get out that easy, did you?"

Raph grunted and growled as he fought against the vines.

"Donnie!! SNAP OUTTA IT! I know you like to play the mad scientist sometimes, but this is TAKING IT TOO FAR!!"

"I'll tell him you said that," Audrey III smirked. "He's on sabbatical right now, but I'm sure the message can get through... eventually."

Raph screamed in anger as hot tears streaked down his face.

"But in the meantime, I think I'd like to taste your fear again..."

The door behind them opened, and out came a stream of blue fog, followed by the Hand.PNG, which crawled up the vines and onto Donnie's shoulder like a spider.

"Let's invite our dear friends to dinner, shall we?"

The vines began to drag Micheal and Raph into the room.

DvD began to screech like a monster, the muscles in his arms tensing and flexing against the vines and finally breaking their hold. He ran towards the wall, screaming in fury as he spun the tech-bō and leapt. They would not take his brother.

A spark of light ignited in his eyes.

It spread across his body.

The light burst like flame at the end of his staff.

All eyes watched him in shock as he shouted a war cry and slammed the tech-bō into the wall Dee had created earlier.

It shattered completely.

A shockwave burst from the impact and threw everyone back, dissolving the vines that held everyone.

Mikey's limp body fell.

DvD rushed to catch him. He almost made it when Donnie/Audrey III stepped in front of him and kicked him back with one of his mechanical arms. The battle-shell-clad ninja crawled up the side of the wall and grabbed the child before he could hit the ground. Mikey's head bobbed, and he groaned in discomfort at having been thrown around like a rag doll.

"You duplicitous little --! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" Audrey III spat angrily.

In all honesty, DvD had no idea what he'd just done or how he'd done it. All he knew was that he needed to protect Mikey at all costs. And then the wall broke. In his shocked stupor, he failed to get up in time and suddenly found a new vine wrapping around his neck like a boa constrictor and tightening like a noose.

Mikey's eyelids fluttered.

Donnie/Audrey III brought the alt. version of himself close to his face.

"YOU HAVE NO MAGIC, YOU YOURSELF TOLD HIM THAT! YOU LYING LITTLE --" Donnie's eyes peered into DvD's as he choked. "...Perhaps you are more interesting than you let on. Shall we see what else is in your silly little head, my dear anarchist?"

Donnie gasped for air, kicking and clawing at his captor as he tried to free himself. He... he was blacking out...

Mikey's eyes burst open.

He screamed as loudly as he could, his entire body erupting into gold and amber light, blinding the entire corridor.

A shrieking sound came from the dark room. The door slammed shut.

Donatello turned around in shock, as a torrent of chains burst from the boy, two for each vine he'd created.

Oh. Now we play.

He'd seen this from the boy before; he'd been rooting around in his mind and saw the memories from the last time. He knew the child was afraid of these powers, he couldn't control them very well. Especially the really strong spells like this. He knew how this scene played out. He just had to either wait him out to spend himself dry -- or let him do what the previous poor, sweet Michelangelo had done, and turn himself into a monster. Either would work...

Mikey held his hand out. A series of chains came and sliced the vine choking out his brother. DvD fell to the floor, quickly caught by the chains -- which also grabbed NFIF Raphael -- and carried them away to the others who watched in utter shock as the child landed on the ground and summoned his mystic nunchucks.

"Well, well, well... look who finally woke up."

Mikey's eyes were wide and glowed burning gold. He said nothing, his face empty, devoid of expression. Mikey was not at home anymore, he was controlled by his ninpo. He simply tilted his head in response to Audrey III's eggings.

"I wonder... you tried to save Donatello from my clutches earlier. Did you know then that your efforts would be in vain? Did you know that in your absence, you'd leave your brothers and sisters to face me alone?"

The two circled around one another, preparing to duel it out.

"I sensed your connection; you'd discovered the truth, hadn't you? You'd discovered this pathetic boy's treachery, how he'd joined my cause."

Mikey's face never faltered. His knuckles tightened around as his weapon.

"I suppose 'joined' was the wrong word to use. He really was weak and pathetic, you know. It was almost too easy to leech my way into his mind. I highly doubt his consciousness could have survived from my invasion. I do hope you said your goodbyes."

Michelangelo charged.

Donnie/Audrey III swirled the staff in front of himself, deflecting the impacts of the little child as he battled the fungus infected version of his brother.

Mikey's movements were graceful, practically a performance as he flowed back and forth, throwing his chains at the purple ninja turtle, whose movements in contrast were fierce and sharp and violent and purely angry.

"Did... did you know he could do that?" 'Phael asked shakily, turning to look at Leo.

Leo simply stared in silence, mouth agape with awe and shock of his baby brother.

"Leo, did you know he could do this??"

"I... I-I mean... sort of... I knew he could do magic... but not like this..."

Michelangelo danced around Donatello, waving his arms and creating ribbons of golden light as he filled the room with light.

Wait a minute, light...

"The light... the light!" NFIF Raphael shouted suddenly. "The light! It's how we defeated the spores the first time, using mystic light! It disintegrates them!"

"How poetic, the light drives away the fear," DvD muttered, still rubbing his neck from the constraining grip of the vines.

"If we can get the door open, we can flood the room with his light and free them all!"

"Okay, solid plan, great effort from everybody, just one slight hitch -- HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET AROUND THE MYSTIC BATTLE WHERE OUR BROTHERS ARE TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER?!" Leo yelled.

"Raph's still comin' up with the plan!! Cut me some slack!"

"I can try to poof you guys to the door," April offered. "It won't be completely accurate, but I can get you close."

"That'll have to do," Raph nodded. "And whatever you do, avoid the hand and the spores!"

April grabbed hold of NFIF Raphael, squeezed her eyes shut, and then - poof! - landed the two right in the middle of the fight.

"AAGH! Sorry, sorry!" she screamed, ducking under Mikey's advance against Donnie, as Raph created an enormous ninpo arm and shielded the two of them from Dee's barrage of ninpo torpedoes.

"Get to the door!" Raph screamed, taking her by the hand and pulling her away as he created two more clones to help in the fight.

Mikey danced and ducked under the glowing purple missiles shot at him. He gripped his nunchuck tightly, whipped it towards one of the Raph clones. It wrapped around his arm, igniting in flames, then swung over Mikey's head like a lasso. He flung the fiery clone at Donnie, who just barely managed to dodge the flaming brother, which created a crater in the ground before him. The second clone came and tried to keep him from firing anymore missiles at UIFY Mikey.

"I'm surprised at you," Donnie huffed, trying to keep up with the two attackers. "Why would you want to fight against me? We're brothers!"

"We don't want to fight you," one clone growled. "But you're not in your right mind, so we'll have to do what we can."

"I'm sure you will," Donnie snarled, changing his bō staff into a spear and skewered the clone straight through. It disintegrated into red blocks and pixels. He turned to the second clone, creating the oh-so-famed drill, and firing at the poor duplicate.

Meanwhile, Raphael and April had made it to the door, April gripping the handle as she waited for Raphael's orders.

"Get ready," she panted, out of breath from dodging both sides of the attack. "Once this door opens, a flood of blue is gonna come out."

"I'll get you out, don't worry," Raph said with a nod.

"It's not me I'm worried about. Donnie said the Hamatos are full of senseless martyrs."

"He's... not wrong. But I promise that I won't sacrifice myself."

April nodded, hoping that he would keep that promise.

"Okay, then."

April threw the door open. As soon as she did, a torrent of blue smoke fumed out, engulfing both April and Raphael. April kept her eyes closed, waiting for the nightmares to start. But they never did. She opened her eyes and saw the world from inside a red glowing giant. Raph held onto her, arms spread around her in a safety hold, his hologram form shielding them from the spores.

Donnie/Audrey III felt a pain in the back of his mind. They turned and saw that the spores were leaking out of the room. Okay, now they were getting irritated.

"Why, you little...!"

In this moment of distraction, Michelangelo's chains wrapped around the softshell's waist and pulled him in. Mikey reached out and grabbed him by his neck, holding him just mere inches away from his expressionless face, eyes still burning like melted gold, no irises nor pupils. Donnie's wide, icy blue-tinted eyes contrasted them sickeningly. Donnie smiled.

"Go ahead," he said, voice smooth and calm. "Kill me."

Mikey blinked at him, but that was all. Audrey III continued.

"That was your plan all along, wasn't it? This ridiculous show of power, the fight? You were planning on finishing the job, weren't you?"

Mikey's fingers squeezed softly. A threat.

"What, are you afraid? Why? Shouldn't it be easy? Are you even in control of yourself? Why would you be afraid to squeeze the life out of someone who looks just like your brother, could actually be your brother?"

Mikey's hand let go, his arms shaking. A soft golden glow started to seep through the bandages.

"Ah, and it looks like you may be out of time."

Michelangelo looked down. Golden ichor dripped off of his fingertips. He pulled the bandages off, revealing the scars on his arms, which were glowing white hot, tiny cracks forming from their edges and shimmering, glittery ichor was bleeding from the reopened wounds. The price to pay for his powers.

Some Mikeys cracked.

He didn't.

Not again... n-not again...

Donatello/Audrey III dusted himself off as he watched Michelangelo slowly come to. With his ninpo overdrive giving way, his mind leisurely crept back into place; the golden glazed over his eyes melting as his irises came into focus and his pupils dilated. The ichor dripping down his forearms began turning a deep red, the glowing scars on his arms becoming irritated open wounds.

No, no! Mikey couldn't give up just yet, not when his family still needed him! But... he knew he'd used up almost all his precious energy... he... h-he... Mikey's breathing slowed, raggedy respiration as his hands shook and his knees wobbled beneath him. The room started to spin as black spots entered his vision. He managed to catch a glimpse of Donatello, swinging his staff with great force and slamming it into Mikey's chest with a hideous cracking sound.

Mikey was flung back several feet, dizzy and dazed and all the air knocked out of him. He vaguely registered multiple voices calling his name...

April screamed, NFIF Raphael screaming with her. April's teleportation powers activated without her realizing it, and she suddenly found herself by MIkey's side. Weak as he was, he had curled up into himself, clutching his stomach in pain and trying to catch his breath as he writhed on the floor. His brothers were also by her side in an instant, each one fretting over his injuries.

April looked up to see Donnie/Audrey III standing over them, the hand perched on his shoulder like a vulture.

Dee held out the severed arm, and gave it to the creature.

"Be whole again, dear disciple," he said with a smile, as the hand reattached itself to the limb, a flash of light combining the two together once again.

"That's gross," Leo grimaced. "Hey, DvD, you're a science experiment, can you do that?"

"No, but I can."

All eyes looked behind Donatello/Audrey III.

A black substance expanded and took form -- an adult version of Donatello, devoid of any colour whatsoever.

April cheered, whooping at his arrival. 'Phael screamed at a pitch that only dogs could hear. He was still convinced that these "Void Brothers" were the ones who'd sent him the ominous sticky note near the beginning of this entire adventure in the competition.

"So," Donnie/Audrey III said with a growl. "It looks like we have some more players in the game."

"Think you can keep up?" Signal asked, his form morphing into one of pure black, multiple arms expanding from his abdomen and several extra sets of teeth growing in his ever-widening mouth.

"The more the merrier," Donatello/Audrey III chuckled, letting the Hand.PNG crawl into his palm. "You know what to do," he whispered to it.

The hand instantly vanished, reappearing by the doorway behind Raphael, and scurrying into the room. A second later, blue chains shot out, slicing through Raphael's hologram.

"That's not good," he mumbled, forcing the hand to reach into the gargantuan stomach, pull him out, and fling him towards the others before the spores could seep through all the way.

Two figures emerged from the doorway, their movements somewhat sluggish. There were tiny mushrooms protruding from their skin. Their eyes glowed a neon blue, and their ninpo matched the shade.

Karai and Mikey.

"No..." Leo whispered, staring in horror. "Karai... what happened to her...?"

"Oh, Mikey," Raph whimpered. "Oh no, big man..."

"He's not gonna make us fight them, is he?" April asked nervously.

The two warriors charged.

"Yep. He is. He most definitely is. Shoulda seen this one coming, honestly. That's on me."

"Get outta here," Raphael ordered. "Me and... uh, these guys -" he said, gesturing to the four colourless adults that had already started combating against the swayed relatives, "- will keep them from following you."

"I thought you said you weren't gonna sacrifice yourself!" April yelled angrily.

"I know, and Raph is gonna keep his promise. But your little brother is hurt, he needs help now! I'm not gonna just hand myself over, I'm your cover. Now get going!"

April wanted to argue about it more, but before she could, she was taken by the wrist and pulled away. Waves was tugging her -- as well as the others -- off to a small clearing.

"Where do we go?!" 'Phael yelled, concerned that they had no real escape plan...

"Misa helps!" came a familiar voice. A sword slashed through the open air, and a bright portal opened in front of them...

...Donatello/Audrey III commanded a cloud of spores, hurtling them towards Radio.

"What are you, some kinda Avatar: the Last Airbender wannabe?" he joked as he dodged the cloud.

"I wonder why you would stand against me. Do we not fight for the same cause? Survival? We feed off of others, we only want to exist on our own terms... can you not see our similarities?"

"Nah, not really," Radio said, slamming his fist into the ground, only missing Donnie by half an inch.

"Such a shame. Then I suppose you must die."

"Happy to return the favour--"

"You can't hurt them!" Raphael shouted as he joined the fray.

"Whaddya mean, we can't? They're trying to hurt us!" Static shouted angrily, popping in and out of random spots, infuriating the heck out of mushroomed Mikey.

"They're not in control of their bodies, they're zombies! We hafta find a way to un-zombify them!"

"Well, no offense, but I don't think they share your mindset of 'no hurting the opponents'," Static sighed. "Besides, you're gonna have a hard time getting Signal to change his mind."

"Well, I'm gonna have to, those are my brothers and un-dead gram-gram from another dimension-- wait, where's Leo?!"

Raph looked around the corridor anxiously for the third zombie. He wasn't anywhere to be seen.

He must still be in the room. Raph darted among the others, rushing towards the dark room. There was still a huge cloud of blue smoke that surrounded the doorway, Raph couldn't go in without being infected. But he could see inside.

There was Leo, sitting up against the wall -- oh god.

Leo's body was half-engulfed in the biggest, scariest mushroom Raphael had ever seen. It's giant eye zeroed in on Raph. It... it looked too much like... his fingers traced over his own injured eye nervously. Why did it look so similar? Donnie had theorized that the fungus might've been kraang-related, but...

Leo. Focus on Leo.

He was there, being absorbed into the mushroom. He looked so pale and thin, like he was wasting away. Raph had to save him somehow, but --

"Enjoying the view?" Donnie/Audrey III asked, whacking Raph over the head with his staff as hard as he could. Raphael crumbled to the ground, clutching his skull and groaning in pain. Yeah, that was going to leave a mark... and a pretty nasty concussion, too...

While Raph was stunned on the floor, Donnie/Audrey III noticed the portal that had allowed for the Until I Found You group's escape. It was still open.

The hand appeared at Donnie/Audrey III's feet.

"This form has served its purpose," he said flatly. "I have what I need for now... But I require you to follow after them. Bring me back the scientist, I believe that he may be of some use to me. And even if not, he can't be left with them. He's too smart, he'll find some way to weaken me... I cannot leave it to chance. Bring him to me."

The Hand.PNG "nodded" at his master, then jumped away towards the portal.

Raphael struggled to keep his vision straight. He felt something wrap around his chest, tugging him backwards. He saw the Void Brothers driving the two zombified Hamatos back to the room... in Raphael's direction... the room...

Raph's head pounded louder than a drum. The ringing in his ears wouldn't stop. He knew April would have his head for giving in so easily... maybe she'd understand given the circumstances. He could barely hold his head up after that last hit... Donnie was a lot stronger than he looked.......

At least... he would be sleeping soon. At least he would be in good company. All the Hamato martyrs, together again. At least he was with Gram-Gram again.

At least he'd be with Leo, soon...

The door closed.

Leon recalled the feeling of portalling.

It was kind of like falling. Accidentally skipping a step down the stairs. An acidic scent that slightly burned the nostrils, a popping in the ears as you go from one altitude to the other in an instant and a half.

Leo hadn't done a lot of portalling, but he'd had his fair share of experiences with the activity. But he still wasn't used to the feeling yet. He stumbled through the bright blue splotch of light and tripped on his way out, finding himself in a brand new corridor. The others followed soon after, clambering out one by one and almost stepping on top of each other.

"Where... where are we?"

"Who cares! We have to go back!" April shouted. "Raph still needs us!"

"What exactly are we supposed to do? Go in, guns blazing? With what guns??" Leo yelled anxiously, waving his arms around to gesture to the obvious lack of firearms.

"P-Prilly's right, w-we haf-hafta... go... back..."

Mikey whined loudly, trying to push himself away from Donnie. The effort hurt his injured arms, which were still bleeding profusely.

"Micheal, hold still--"

"N-no, they need us, Donnie... th-they need us... they need..."

Mikey slipped out of his grip and fell to his knees, shakily trying to get back up.

"Michael, you're in no condition to be going into a battle like that!"

"Mikey all red," Misa whimpered. "Mikey's not s'posed to be so red..."

"No, he's not," Leo growled. "Dude, just sit this one out --"

"No!" Mikey sobbed. "I can't sit back and watch as the people I love and care about get hurt!"

"WHY DO YOU THINK WE WANT YOU TO STAY PUT?!" Leo shouted angrily. "I am NOT having you get hurt like that again! Donnie, take Mikey and go find him some first aid," Leo ordered.

Donnie nodded, picking up the angry box turtle and carrying him into a side hall that lead to one of the many lounge areas. "Raph, April and I will come up with a plan."

"What Misa do?" the littlest turtle mutant asked.

"...You have a very important job to do," Leo announced. "You got those ghosty guys to come and help fight... We're gonna need all the help we can get. Misa, you're the recruiter. Go find as many people as you can and get them to come. Tell them how important it is, okay? This is a big responsibility."

Misa's face lit up.

Lee-Lee trusted her! He knew she was responsible! Misa saluted him with a determined smile and nodded.

"Misa get all the families! Everybody comes!"

"Exactly, Misa. Everybody comes."

"So what, we're just gonna pull an Avengers Endgame on the shrooms? We need more of a strategy than that!" April groaned.

"What the heck is an Avengers Endgame?" Leo asked.

"It's a human reference for a movie. Basically it just means that everybody bands together against the bad guy for an epic finale," 'Phael explained.

"Then why not say that? It makes much more sense than 'Avengers Endgame' -- and how did you know what that meant??"

"I do live with humans, in a human hotel, y'know," 'Phael said, rolling his eyes. "I've seen human movies."

"Okay, well, the majority of our family has not, so maybe--"

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?!" April exclaimed loudly.

"Hand?" Misa asked, eyeing something behind them.

"She means the important stuff," Leo explained.

"Hand!" she yelled.

"Yes, yes, we're trying to get back to the matter at--"

"No, hand!" Misa pointed.

The group turned around to see the blurry trail of a small appendage rushing into the hall after DvD and Mikey.

"I don't just want to sit a-a-and do nothing," Mikey pouted, still shaking in DvD's arms.

"I understand that, you know I do," DvD sighed. "And you also know why I am requiring you to rest. You recall what happened the last time--"

"I know, I know, don't remind me. I was bedridden for days..."

"And yet you wonder why we won't let you go fighting."

Mikey grumbled and turned away from DvD. He was so mad, he could spit venom. He knew they were right, of course they were right. But that didn't make it any easier; in fact it made it worse. Because Mikey knew he was right, too! At least, half-right. He knew that they should go back and help. But he knew he couldn't do much, not with all his energy spent and his arms in the state they were now. They stung like mad, he could barely move them. Donnie had removed what was left of the bandages, doing his best not to gag at the sight and keeping his hands as still as possible, despite his aversion to the blood.

Mikey shouldn't feel guilty for this, right?

It wasn't his fault, right? It was just... how his mystic powers were. He couldn't help the way his body worked, just as much as he couldn't help when his hypoglycemia acted up. It wasn't his fault that he was the way he was... it wasn't a bad thing, right? Being Mikey? Being sensitive to others and sensitive to himself, having some few medical issues and mystic setbacks... that wasn't necessarily a terrible thing, right? Right...?

Mikey turned away so DvD couldn't see him crying. He didn't want him to think he was any more immature or any weaker than he undoubtedly did already. Than they all did. Leo had been taking care of him and his ailments since he was a baby. And Raph was holding on to that one special secret of his... and Donnie had cleaned up the blood and gone to get some more gauze and anti-bacterial supplies for Mikey's wounds. Mikey sighed and wished he wasn't so pathetic. He wished he was stronger, smarter, better. Anyone but himself. The only thing he was good for was his stupid useless mystic powers, and they always did more harm than good, especially self-harm. Mikey hated them. He hated himself--

NO, no, don't think like that! That wasn't kind, that wasn't fair! Mikey didn't actually hate himself at all, he was just mad. He needed to let it go. He needed to sit back and breathe...

Mikey leaned back, exhaled slowly, inhaled deeply.

And he saw it.

Crawling like a cockroach on the wall and up the ceiling.

With something blue in its grip.

"DEE, LOOK OUT!!"

The Hand.PNG shot the spores at Donatello Von Draxum.

Mikey jumped.

He had no time to do anything else.

He had no energy to summon mystic chains or make a spell or do anything clever like that.

He just jumped. Dove, really. Dove straight for his brother, in a desperate attempt to push him out of the way, move him aside, get him to safety!

The spores hit him.

"MIKEY?! MIKEY!!!"

Donnie grabbed his brother, holding him close, ignoring the hand as it disappeared into the shadows to watch the scene play out...

"Mikey, look at me, focus on me, okay? You can get through this, alright!? Just concentrate on my voice..."

Mikey nodded furiously, trying to listen to DvD. But there was a ringing starting, his head felt light and dizzy, the room began to spin and get darker. DvD was fading from vision...

NO! Stay, with me, Donnie, please! Donnie?! DONNIE!!

Donnie started shouting, someone was taking him away! Mikey tried to get up, go after him -- his leg caught on something. His arms, too! He looked down and saw titanium shackles, imprisoning him to a cold metal table.

A light shone in his vision. He squinted at the blinding brightness, wishing he could have a hand free to guard his eyes. Something stood in front of the light, casting a shadow over him.

"Well, well, well... if this isn't a surprise? Back again for more, are we?"

Mikey couldn't breathe.

It... it was him. It was him.

Baron Draxum.

"No... no... no --"

"I think we need to run a few more tests on our little friend here, don't you, Donatello?"

Draxum stepped aside and showed Mikey a view of DvD, chained by the wrists and gagged at the mouth. He was screaming at Mikey, trying to warn him, pleading with him to get out of here!

Mikey screamed back at him, begging wordlessly for Draxum to let him go, please, please!!

Instead, Draxum had one of his vines whip across the room and beat his son across the face. Mikey screamed, sobbing and wailing.

"STOP! NO!"

"He always was such a pathetic disappointment." Draxum turned to the other imprisoned turtle. "Perhaps you will show some promise."

No... n-no, this wasn't how it happened! Donnie w-wasn't -- he was never -- a-and Mikey wasn't awake for any of it, he was asleep for the entire thing! He shouldn't be awake now, he shouldn't be, he shouldn't -- H-he... no, no, no, no no no no nonononononononono!!

Draxum came forward with a needle and scalpel.

"Let's begin."

DvD couldn't stop crying, he just couldn't keep the tears from coming. Mikey was sitting on the floor, screeching his poor little head off, eyes wider than saucers and filled to the brim with fear. He couldn't move much, apart from shaking nonstop. He looked like he was constantly trying to wriggle away from something, but for some odd reason his wrists and ankles were invisibly anchored to the floor. Mikey's limbs twitched as he squirmed and struggled, screaming and begging for whatever he was witnessing to stop, please, please please please stop--

"WHERE IS IT, WHERE THE HECK IS THAT HAND, WHO'S SCREAMING, WHAT'S HAPPENING--?!"

Leon and the others rushed into the room, quickly inspecting the situation and coming upon the obvious conclusion.

"April, take Misa outside..." Leo said after inspecting the scene.

"Misa want to stay with Mikey--!" the little girl protested, but April quickly scooped her up and carried her off.

Leon and 'Phael immediately dropped to Mikey's side, Leo taking the box turtle's hand in his and trying to get him to wake up.

"Dee... fear spores, right?"

"...Yeah..."

"The hand."

"Yes."

"What... what is he seeing?" 'Phael asked nervously, eyes watering at the sight of his baby brother in so much pain.

"I... there's only one thing that could scare him this bad..."

"Draxum?" Leo whimpered.

DvD nodded.

"But... h-he doesn't remember anything from that, you said he was under heavy sedatives for the entire time!"

"He was! Draxum kept him under constant anesthetics -- perhaps his mind is creating an idea of what he thinks happened?"

Raphael started fidgeting with his hands.

"U-um... actually..."

The two boys looked up at him.

"'Phael? What... what is it?"

"...He told me not to tell ya..."

"Tell us what?" Leo questioned.

"H-he made me promise--"

"Raph," DvD said, his voice begging him in ways that words could not. "Please."

"He... he does remember. He does remember what happened in the labs."

Donnie and Leo stared. Mikey continued to sob and scream.

"...What... how... how could he know that... and how do you know that he knows?!" Leo asked, voice raising with each word.

"And why wouldn't he tell us?!" DvD asked in disbelief.

Raph swallowed nervously, a sweat breaking out across the worry lines on his brow.

"He... it started sometime after Karai arrived. H-he thought that m-might do with the mystic training she did with him -- but he started having... nightmares..."

"Nightmares?"

"He said he started dreaming memories about it. It was an out-of-body sorta thing, he said. Like he was watching from the outside... He could never get away from the visions, he said -- but every night, he saw a new one."

"And he... came to you about it? Why not ME?!" Leo yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Or Donnie?! Why not tell us?! We're ALL his brothers!!"

"He told me... he said he didn't wanna burden you."

"...Burden?" Donnie whimpered. "...How?"

Raphael looked back and forth between them all. His eyes fell on Leon.

"...He told me he didn't want you to feel... responsible for another thing," Raph mumbled. "He said he felt bad enough about everything he's made you worry over already, he didn't want you to..."

"...He didn't want me to know...? Because... he felt guilty?" Leo wept, tears pooling and spilling from his eyes. "That... I don't... he shouldn't have felt that way, why did he..."

Leo's eyes glossed over, he squeezed them shut, clutching Mikey's tiny fist and pressing it against his chest.

"How could I make him feel like that...?" he wept. "I never meant... I never knew..."

"But... why not tell me? I could have helped," Donnie said in-between uneven breaths. "I already knew what had happened!"

"That's... actually why he didn't come to you, Don," 'Phael explained. "He s-said, he said he didn't want to hurt you. He saw how much you were struggling and wanted to wait until you were... doing better about the whole ordeal. To be honest, I agreed with him on that mark."

"But why did he tell you?" Leo asked. "Why only you, and not us?"

"I s'pose... because he knew that I knew what it was like to be afraid all the time," 'Phael sobbed. "He knew that I wouldn't judge him for his fears. He couldn't sleep at night anymore, he needed someone to stay with him and help him through his fits... But I told him! I told him to tell you both! I told him you should know!" he cried, whimpering nervously as he wrung his hands and rocked back and forth.

"Raph! Raph, it's okay..." Leo tried to reassure him. "I mean... it's not completely okay... I wish he'd told me, but... that doesn't matter now."

Leo held Raphael close.

"We just... we need to be here for him now... How much does he know?"

"...Everything."

"...This isn't going to be easy for him," Donnie exhaled.

"Or us," Leon added.

The trio gathered close to Michelangelo, each laying their hands on him, a sign that they were there and they were offering comfort in the only way they could.

Mikey kept screaming, he couldn't stop screaming. No matter what his brothers tried, they couldn't snap him out of whatever horrors he was experiencing. They just kneeled beside him, holding his hands and hoping their support made some leeway.

But Mikey just kept screaming, shrieking, crying, weeping, wailing, sobbing. He howled until his throat ran dry and his voiced cracked and went hoarse. He wept until his eyes were red and irritated and his cheeks were stained with saltwater and starting to chafe and the area around his eyes went puffy and soft. And on he went. For what seemed like hours, days, years, centuries even -- but was probably only 15 minutes. Mikey was stuck in a loop of fits and fear.

And then finally, he slowed. His breathing calmed, his sobs turning to hiccups and suck-ups and hyperventilation, as his eyes darted around, looking for something familiar.

"Is... is it over?" Leo asked, internally begging for it to be so.

Donatello was heaving along with Mikey, his cheeks also stained with tears.

"I... I think--"

"D-Donnie?" Mikey whispered shakily.

"Mikey? I'm right here, I'm --"

"No... no, not Donnie, please, I--"

"Is, is he --?"

"He's not done with the hallucination yet," Donnie realised. "It's about to get so much worse."

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mikey screamed, bolting forwards. His legs tangled underneath him, causing him to trip over himself. His arms were strained behind him, his ankles struggling against the ground, as if something was still holding him back.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HIM, WHAT IS HE SEEING DON?!" Leo screamed.

"Me," Donnie whimpered, holding back desperate sobs. "He's seeing what Draxum did to me. On the last day. When we fought...."

Mikey shrieked in agony, his eyes somehow producing twice as many tears as they had before in this one moment, pouring out for his brother's sake.

Mikey's screams were cut short, he gasped in horror. They all could assume what he'd seen. Draxum had killed Donnie in his hallucinations. Mikey went horribly pale. His eyes widened.

"No... no... no, no, no, get away get--!"

Mikey jerked suddenly. His body seized up, his eyes went wide, and then --

He fell backwards.

Back into the hold of his brothers, who caught him almost immediately.

"MIKEY!!"

Mikey didn't hear them, he simply lay in their arms.

Mikey stopped shaking. His limbs had gone slack. His body went limp. His eyes went somewhere far away from them all.

Mikey exhaled.

And he didn't inhale.

"...Mikey...?"

He didn't respond.

"What... what just happened?" Raph asked nervously.

"He didn't... he didn't just..." Leo begged, slowly placing his fingers against his neck. He paused. He tried the wrist next. He couldn't find any pulse.

"He didn't just leave us, did he?"

"...Michael...?"

Leo pounded his fist against the ground.

He wasn't going to give up his baby brother.

Leo placed his hands across Mikey's chest, applied pressure.

1, 2, 3, 4.

"Come on, Mikey, come on...!"

1, 2, 3 ,4.

1, 2, 3, 4.

"Come ON, Mikey, COME ON! I'm not letting you go!"

DvD was crying, holding himself tight as tears soaked into his shirt and vest.

"Leo, stop... Leo, he... he..."

"Leon, mate, please, he--" 'Phael reached for him, attempting to comfort.

"COME ON!" Leo shouted, refusing to give up.

1, 2, 3, 4.

1, 2, 3--

"WAKE UP!!" he sobbed.

Mikey gasped for air.

His eyes blinked wildly as he bolted upright, limbs flailing about in a mad panic. Three bodies pounced upon him, wrapping themselves around him and sobbing into him. Mikey said nothing. He simply looked around in confusion, getting his bearings and perfividly coming back to reality. He listened, but couldn't hear them. Everything was numb and strange, every sound and image baffled him. All he knew was he hadn't been here anymore. But he was here again, now. Here with his brothers.

... I did not intend for this ...

Yes, I intended to send the spores.

And yes, I intended to have them sent after Donatello.

I even intended for them to miss him entirely, for Michelangelo to rush in his place and take the hit for him.

But I never intended this.

Michelangelo was meant to see a different fear entirely.

Michelangelo is afraid of being the frailest, the smallest, the weakest of the brood. Dear little Mikey is afraid that he has nothing of importance to offer. He is always relying on the others to help him, to save him. He has nothing to offer them in return. Mikey tries to do what he can, but deep down he is afraid that one of these days, his brothers will discover that HE needs THEM far more than they could ever need him.

Truly, THAT was what he was meant to see. I had no idea he would see... all that.

They told me no one would get hurt. They told me no one would die. They promised me. And they lied.

It was a good game while it lasted. But I'm not having fun with it anymore.

No one was meant to be hurt like this.

No one was meant to die.

I suppose this means I'll have to do what I can to fix things, now.

"L-Leo," croaked Mikey, who slowly raised his hand and pointed a trembling finger. "Hand…"

“What... what are you saying, Mike?"

“Hand,” Mikey clarified, stressing his wobbly finger as he gestured behind them.

The boys followed Mikey's direction.

The Hand.PNG was crawling towards them.

"G-Get it away from Mikey!" Leo screamed, kicking his feet in the creature's direction.

"Don't let it come any closer!"

"WHERE'S MY TECH-BŌ?!"

"Please, if you could simply pause for a moment, I'd like to make you an offer."

Everything stopped.

Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey froze, jaws dropping to the floor as they heard the hand speak at them.

"You... y-you can talk?" Mikey's voice came out grated and raspy.

"Yes."

"What... why are you just deciding to speak now?" Raphael asked.

"And why have you been tormenting us all?!" Donnie bellowed, gripping his tech-bō tightly as possible.

"And what did you mean, you wanted to make an offer?" Leon interrupted. "An offer for what?"

"I was wondering if I could offer you my services. How would you like to rescue your family and destroy the fear fungus?”

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Perfect ending to a perfect season 10/10

This was not “rushed” they just did not lionize and platform yet another sociopathic looser nitwit with fascist intentions.

Just imagine, he gave that same pathetic speech to over 2000 people and without hesitation they kissed the sword. Although, he says he never gave it to someone like Rick, an “A”.

The difference is that others saw themselves becoming elite and Rick saw that killing others for them to survive was unsustainable.

So here is how I am understanding the situation, it isn’t Beale the person who is the Big Baddie Villain but the “Left behinds” and there are plenty. This will have to be a personal choice not blamed on an institution.

I have been squealing about these shadows since season 6. My recent post a few days ago on Reddit got flagged and shadow banned. I swear Reddit single handedly dumb downs this fandom because the mods aren’t too bright. It’s been years since I’ve been on Tumblr but it allows independent thought ans there are no tthought police like on Reddit. This is why they are all so shocked that the “allowed” theory on Reddit didn’t happen. I would love to make videos but I am afraid that is not in my ministry… so Tumblr and Canva will have to do.

I can tell you with 98.96% accuracy who is CRM more detailed posts coming… if there is season 2, otherwise I won’t waste my time):

Negan - The entire setup of the Sanctuary was a mini version of CR Philly. There was even a nod to the Sanctuary in this episode, Jadis room number 613 or season 6 episode 13 “Same Boat” the one where Maggie and Carol are captured by the Saviors and shows the inner workings of the Sanctuary and Negan. He also saw the helicopter with Jadis and said nothing.

Deanna and Aaron - Rick was right about Aaron, he was up to no good but changed his mind when the family saved his boyfriend. He talked Deanna into keeping them all in return for teaching them how to survive.

Jesus - He was on his way to recover the CRM truck of supplies but Rick and Daryl got to it first. But I think he was already hesitating when attacking the satellite station he made sure not to be seen. I thought it was because he did not want Hilltop implicated by now I think it was CRM. Also interesting that he was the first to be killed by the Whisperers.

Tara - she never explained Heath’s disappearance

Enid - evacuated herself before the herd was set on Alexandria always going off by herself

Jesse and her whole family. Her son stamped a letter A on Rick

Can’t say about the Commonwealth cuz I haven’t watched it. Stopped after they branded a pregnant Michonne.

The Whisperers I mean “A”lpha and “B”eta also Beale mentions fighting using the hordes must be an alliance

In TOWL that woman who was chatty to “Dana” and gave her full government name.

There’s more I’ll keep adding to this list.

Way forward I see skirmishes and people taking sides, What I would love to see is that Rick Grimes name gets to be known because (and Michonne) saved Portland.

I would also like to see Michonne reunite with Elle of the Caravan and finally settle their people.

Beale showed Rick Walker hordes of 1 million they will have to eliminate those and not wait 14 years for them to decompose.

Personally, I would love for Michonne to have another child so that she and Rick can enjoy bringing in new life.

What I think Rick and Michonne aka George and Martha bring to the table is piecing together the puzzle of humanity. Some groups are good in growing crops and other like episode 4 were excellent at appropriate technology and innovation (obs not good at food production)

So we will see how this goes. The the time constraints and the ENORMOUS amount of content they had to cover (Rick's missing 8 years and Michonne's missing 2) , plus CRM, plus love story I give this 5STARS and 10/10

#the ones who live #the walking dead #rick grimes #richonne #towl #twd towl #michonne #towl spoilers #twd spoilers #michonne grimes

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Omg I’m obsessed w ur writing! I’m back on my Francis brainrot lol

Could u do a Francis Wilkerson x reader smut where she’s the baby sitter who he’s secretly dating and they let her stay for dinner and then after they have sex?

Keep Your Voice Down (Francis Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You’re the Wilkerson’s go-to babysitter, able to handle any of the chaos the boys throw at you. But you’re Francis’ favorite for other reasons.

A/N: i <3 Francis brainrot. Warning for unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it. AU where Piama doesn’t exist. As usual, bc it’s smut i’d love some feedback, no matter how much of it i write it doesn’t get easier lol

CW: p in v intercourse, slight praise kink, begging, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), semi rough sex

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You had been the Wilkerson’s favorite, and sometimes only, babysitter since you were 15. It had happened by complete accident. You had become friends with Francis before he got shipped off to military school. He had invited you over one day, and in a rush to get to work, Lois put you and Francis in charge of looking after his brothers. When she and Hal got home that night, you were serving dinner to the boys and somehow convinced them to take baths afterward and go to bed at a reasonable time.

The rest was history.

When Francis got sent away, you started babysitting more to help the Wilkersons out. They usually couldn’t pay you much, but you didn’t care because you got to hang out with boys that were basically gremlins, got free dinner, and when staying overnight, you’d always call Francis.

But the best days were when he was home for a weekend or holiday. It was hard because he was always away, but your friendship developed into a relationship when he came home for spring break one year. It was a little surprising that you’ve been together for so long since you rarely got to see each other, but you made it work. It was significantly easier when he got a job at the Grotto because a lot of his good pay went towards visiting his family, and secretly you. Secretly, because his family didn’t know you were dating.

“Mom, I like Y/n and all. But I don’t understand why we still need a babysitter.” Reese followed his mother around the house while she prepared for dinner.

“You do know I can hear you, right?” You laughed as you sat at the kitchen table he stood beside.

“No offense, but I’m sixteen. Having a babysitter is ruining my rep.”

“Reese, when you show enough responsibility to prove to me that you don’t need a babysitter, Y/n will stop being your babysitter.” Lois groaned, clearly done with this conversation.

“Mom, if we did that, Y/n would be my babysitter until I die.” You laughed at his seriousness.

“What’s so funny?” You leaped out of your seat from the voice. Francis stood on the step bordering the kitchen, grinning at the three of you.

“Francis!” You squealed, running around the table to launch yourself into his arms. Working at the ranch must have been a real workout for him because he caught you with ease, not stumbling an inch from your force. “What are you doing here?”

“Otto gave me the week off, said I deserved it for all the work I’ve been doing. So I decided to come up to visit.” He pecked your cheek before setting you down, which seemed to be in a friendly manner. But you knew better. You stepped away so the rest of his family could say hello to him, even though you wished you could have him all to yourself right now.

“Are you on the clock?” He asked when everyone gave him space. You shook your head.

“Not really. Your mom’s here, but I’m keeping an eye on the boys every now and then. I’m staying for dinner, though.” Francis nodded as he listened, and then smirked. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, a hand on your hip.

“Maybe after dinner, we can have some dessert?” You felt your cheeks heat up. Although he whispered so no one else could hear, his tone was bold and seductive. You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure.

“I think I’ll need some convincing.” You responded before walking away, out of his hold, to help Lois with dinner.

You didn’t need any convincing. With how long it’s been since the last time you saw Francis, it took everything in you not to drag him to the bathroom for some quick relief. But you knew that if you held out on him long enough, the end result would be amazingly worth it.

He made sure to sit next to you during dinner. He did nothing at first, putting food on your plate like a good friend would. Casually making conversation with everyone while you ate. Part of you thought he forgot about your little exchange.

But then, in the middle of dinner, he put his hand on your thigh. It was so surprising you almost choked on your water. Thank God there was a tablecloth to cover his actions. Above the table, he wasn’t even paying attention to you, too engrossed in a conversation with his father about something ranch related. You would’ve been hanging onto every word. You loved listening to Francis talk passionately about anything. But below the table, his hand was reaching the apex of your thigh, gripping it deliciously hard.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Dewey asked from his place across from you. You cleared your throat, a hand discreetly moving to Francis’.

“Yeah, Dew-Dew. My drink went down the wrong tube.” You grabbed Francis’ wrist, and before you could pry it off you, even though you wanted to do the complete opposite, he brushed his finger against your clothed core. He smirked, drawing his hand away while you took a deep inhale. “Now, keep telling me about that piano competition.”

You insisted to Lois that you help her with the dishes after everyone had finished eating. Surprising to her, Francis offered to help you, saying he wanted to catch up more with you. You talked about everything and nothing, washing and drying slowly to prolong your conversations.

As everyone started trailing to their beds, you bid them all good night. You made sure to smother Jamie in kisses before he was taken off. Being a baby, he barely gave you trouble and was, therefore, your favorite Wilkerson to babysit.

You waited for the click of Malcolm closing the door to the boys’ bedroom. When you heard it, you finished the last dish and handed it to Francis.

“I can’t believe you did that.” You dried your hands off and looked at him. He had a stupid smirk on his handsome face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He dried the plate and set it down before turning to you, leaning against the counter with crossed arms. Francis stared you up and down, lip caught between his teeth.

“Oh, please.” You laughed, moving to the living room. He followed behind you. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Just missed you, that’s all.” His hands were on your waist, turning you around to face him in his hold. He leaned in closely, nose bumping yours. A hand slid down to squeeze your ass. “Is that such a crime?”

Francis’ words always had such an effect on you. You’d be flustered one minute, not knowing what to do with yourself. The next, it was like you had become feral, grasping and clawing for any piece of him. He kissed you with such vigor that your knees went weak. Francis led you backward, not stopping until you were pinned between him and the wall. He nipped at your lip and your breath hitched, the pain feeling so good.

“Francis, your whole family’s here.” You whispered while your boyfriend trailed kisses down your neck.

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you?” He asked, pulling back to look you in the eye. You could barely meet his gaze, eyelids heavy with lust. A hand set against your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. “You can do that for me, right baby?” You nodded, but he clicked his tongue. “Words, Y/n.”

“I’ll be quiet.” You whispered. Francis grinned.

“Good girl.” He kissed you again, the hand on your jaw creeping to the back of your neck. Francis’ words of praise made you wetter than his actions. You squeezed your thighs together, searching for some kind of relief. You couldn’t take the waiting anymore. “Need some help, baby?”

“Please, Francis.” You whined. He made quick work of unbuttoning your pants, yanking them down to pool around your ankles so you could step out of them. He dragged his hands up your bare thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You kept begging and pleading, making sure your voice was low.

And then he brushed his fingers right against your most sensitive spot. You clamped a hand against your mouth to muffle the moan that escaped you.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Despite all the time apart, he found your clit easily, playing with it like a button, begging to be pushed. He pushed his knee forward to separate your legs, bringing you down to grind on his thigh. You gasped, rutting your hips against him with Francis’ help. He pulled you back and forth, continuously teasing your clit.

“God, Francis, please.”

“What do you want?” He locked eyes with you again, refusing to let you get shy with him. “Come on, baby, what do you need? Just say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your…” A particularly rough thrust against Francis cut you off. He smirked down at you.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me?” Francis knew exactly what you wanted. He just liked to be an asshole. Probably payback for you not giving in to him earlier.

“Your cock.” You whimpered. “Need your cock, Francis.” He grinned.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked condescendingly. Before you could roll your eyes at the tone, Francis grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your limbs around him tightly to not fall and to keep him close to you. Keeping you up against the wall with one hand, Francis used his other to unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to pull himself out of his boxers. He was hard against your thigh, so close to where you needed him most.

Francis pulled your panties to the side, showing off your pussy to him. He almost groaned at the sight, a sight he missed so much. He grabbed hold of himself, rubbing himself up and down, too agonizingly slow for your liking.

“Francis. Need you so bad.” You ground your hips down, and he got the message. After rubbing his tip through your folds a few times to gather your wetness, he buried his cock in you. You dug your nails into his back at the sensation. He filled you to the brim; the pain of him stretching you felt so good.

Francis didn’t take any mercy on you. He immediately started fucking into you, your head falling onto his shoulder as he turned your bones to jelly. You began to moan at the feeling, but he brought a hand to your mouth to stop you.

“Gotta be a good girl for me.” He panted. “Gotta be quiet. Fuck.” It took everything in you to follow his commands. Francis pistoned in and out of you hard; you don’t know how you contained yourself. “Jesus, you feel so good, Y/n.”

“Fuck, Francis.” You whined against his hand, throwing your head back against the wall while arching your back. He took his hand away to rub your clit, continuing to pound in and out of you.

Francis could tell you were getting close. You were practically squeezing the life out of him, clawing at his back and shoulders, gnawing at your lip to keep quiet because you wanted to be good for him.

“You wanna come, baby? I bet you do.” He teased.

“Please, lemme come, Francis.” You begged, gasping as all his attention on you brought you closer to the edge. “Please, I need to come so bad.”

“Okay, okay.” He shushed you, furthering his assault on your clit while leaning forward to suck at your neck. “You wanna come? Come. Do it.” His words pushed you over harshly. He had to keep you against the wall with his body, the hand previously holding you up now silencing you while the other helped you ride out your high. His thrusts started to become sloppy. “Oh, fuck.”

Francis reached his peak as well, coating your insides. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both caught your breath. You gained enough energy to grab his face, bringing him to your lips.

“I missed you.” You whispered after a deep breath. Francis grinned, kissing you again.

“I missed you too, honey.”

#francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson #francis wilkerson x reader smut #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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Cuff me, officer | Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Summary: You dress up as a cop for Halloween

Word count: - -

A/N I had other plans for this fic, but I didn’t end up having time to finish it before Halloween so I’m leaving the ending to your imagination

‘’I don’t get the appeal,’’ Eleven said with a frown between her eyebrows as you slicked her hair back with mousse and a brush, helping her get ready for going trick-or-treating with Max and the boys.

She was dressing up as the Childlike Empress from A Never Ending Story. You had rented it at Family Video a few weeks ago and she had loved the movie – beside that one scene with the horse. It’s a little traumatizing for a child.

You, on the other hand, were going to Steve’s Halloween bash.

‘’You are dressed as…Hopper?’’

You shook your head. ‘’No.’’ You couldn’t blame her for coming to that conclusion. You were wearing your father’s old uniform. ‘’I’m using his old uniform for my costume. I’m just a regular cop.’’

Last week while thrifting, you found a mini skirt for your light khaki police uniform. It wasn’t perfect, but the color matched the shirt well enough for a house party. Hopper’s shirt was too big for you, so you used a belt to make it fit and hooked a prop gun and a pair of handcuffs to it. It looked just like his regular Sheriff uniform.

Eleven’s frown deepened. ‘’Why?’’

At fourteen, you figured she was too young – and too innocent – to understand why dressing up as a cop was hot. Especially to the male eye. To preserve that innocence, you lied to her.

‘’Because my friends and I are all dressing up as first responders. Therese is a nurse and Louise is a…firefighter.’’

‘’Oh. That’s cool. Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Will are dressing up as the Ghost…Ghostfinders?’’

‘’Ghostbosters,’’ you corrected.

El nodded. ‘’Yes. Mike wanted us to do a couple costume, but Dustin got really mad because he built this machine for his costume and, without Mike Halloween would be ruined.’’

That sounded like Dustin, bossy and dramatic.

‘’What about Max?’’ You tied her hair with an elastic and reached for the headpiece you had helped her make with supplies from the craft store. The resemblance was impeccable.

‘’Max is Michael Myers. He kills babysitters,’’ she said flatly.

‘’He does.’’

When you arrived at the party, it wasn't Steve who answered the door. It was Tommy H., Steve's best friend. He whistled at your costume, seemingly not caring that his girlfriend, Carol, was right there. That said a lot about his faithfulness. Wandering eyes don’t usually end with just the eyes.

Right before pressing the doorbell, you had unbuttoned one of the buttons, the lace of your black bra peeking a little. You even wore a matching panty under your costume – for later fun. If Hopper had seen you in the street with your bra showing even just a smidge, he would’ve ordered you to get in the car and taken you home.

You didn’t respond to Tommy’s tasteless whistling, moving past him and letting yourself into the house.

‘’I didn’t think you would go through with your idea,’’ Louise said, squealing at your costume. ‘’Harrington better keep an eye on you, he’s gonna make some people jealous tonight.’’

Her compliment was an exaggeration – there was no way you looked that good –, but you thanked her. Louise was the best to hype her friends up. When you were unsure about your outfit choice for your first date with Steve, she showered you with compliments and said Steve would drop to his knees when he’d see you in that dress.

In the end, she hadn’t been wrong. Steve did drop to his knees.

‘’Do you think he's gonna get the joke? He can be a bit slow sometimes,’’ she added.

The reason you dressed up as a cop was because last month, Steve got a speeding ticket. Unfortunately for him, Officer Powel had been the one to pull him over. When the officer left, Steve had made a joke about how he would’ve charmed his way out of his speeding ticket if it had been a woman officer.

You shrugged. ‘’I hope so.’’

After parting with Louise, you went looking for your boyfriend.

You found him by the stairs with a beer in hand, laughing with some guys from the basketball team. He was dressed as Tom Cruise’s character in Risky Business, which was a lazy costume in your opinion. You had tried to get him to dress as Danny from Grease, but Steve had refused to gel his hair like him.

‘’Are you the owner of this house? I’m here to break up a party.’’

Recognizing your voice, Steve turned around, then choked on his beer when he saw you in your costume. He coughed a few times, eyes glued on you. ‘’Fuck. You’re unreal.’’

‘’I’ve been getting complaints from the neighbors about someone being too hot to handle,’’ you added, not breaking out of character.

Playing along, Steve’s lips twitched into a smile at the corner. ‘’I think that would be me – in both cases.’’

You posed and Steve felt his pants getting tight. ‘’What do you think? Do I make a sexy cop?’’ You leaned forward a little, giving him a tantalizing view of your cleavage and the lacy bra beneath your outfit.

Rendered speechless, Steve moved closer to you, his eyes wide and mouth nearly salivating. ‘’If there weren't so many people around, I'd make you feel what I think,’’ he replied with his lips close to your ear, letting you know about the situation happening in his pants.

Two could play the teasing game.

‘’I might as well let you know, I’m wearing a matching underwear…and it’s a tong.’’

Steve groaned at your words. You knew exactly what to say to push his buttons.

‘’I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the party.’’

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Suspicious Minds: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

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Request: Kennedy!reader x Elvis type thing where reader doesn't wanna be in the political spotlight like their parents so they run away to Hollywood and become a dancer under a fake name and they end up dancing for Elvis' comeback show and they're there when it's announced that their dad (Bobby Kennedy) has been assassinated

Idea credit goes to @cozacorner

You never imagined that you would be dancing for Elvis let alone on his comeback special and you never would've thought that something would develop between the two of you. See you were a born a Kennedy and from a very early age, you watched how politics destroyed your family one by one, so when you reached the age of 18, you ran away as far as you could from it and you eventually ended up in Hollywood under a new name where you dance career would soon take off.

One night you had been in the studio practicing after everyone had left, Steve and Bowes often let you come in and practiced on the stage while they worked, only this night someone special would come to the stage in hopes to write. You were working on the choreography for one of the numbers when you landed wrong preparing to land on the floor but instead felt a pair of arms stop you. You looked up and were met with the famous blue eyes, and you could understand why every woman went nuts seeing him.

"You alright there, Darlin?" He asked you setting you back on your feet.

"Uh fine, thank you for not letting me fall on my face, Mr. Presley." You said walking over and turning off the record.

"Could never let a beautiful, angel fall on her face. And please call me Elvis." He said taking a seat at the piano as you tried to fight the blush that forming on your face.

"Were you practicing for my special?" He asked you. "I was. So you got to see firsthand me mess it up, are you excited for it?" You asked him with a small laugh.

"Can I be honest with you? I'm not this doesn't feel like me, you know?" He said as you nodded your head.

"I know you are my boss and could potentially fire me for saying this, but if you aren't happy with it then why are you doing it because this isn't the Elvis me and your other fans fell in love with. We miss the old Elvis." You said to him.

"I don't know because the Cornel is making me, he keeps saying something about this new family-friendly Elvis." Elvis said.

"Well, Elvis you have the power to change it if you really want." You said as you grabbed your stuff so you can head back to your hotel and get some rest for tomorrow's taping.

“Thank you...." He said remembering he never got your name making you smile as you told your name.

"That's a beautiful name, thank you for tonight." He said giving a soft smile as he watched you leave the room giving him a lot to think about, but more so you.

This is how it went for the next few days, you two would somehow meet up in the stage room and sometimes you would dance while he worked and other times you two would sit there and talk and get to know each other which was hard to do considering you were hiding half of who you were and making you want to stop this growing relationship between the two of you.

"Girl look someone sent you flowers!" Your friend said excitedly showing the bouquet of cherry blossoms as you took them from her.

"Ooh, are they from that guy you've been seeing?" She asked as you read the card which made you smile even more as he asked you to join him for dinner tonight.

"They are and I've got a date tonight." You said making her squeal as she began picking out what you could possibly wear and how you could do your hair you shook your head at her feeling excited for tonight.

Elvis was the perfect gentleman, he took you on a private picnic thank god, that way no way would get pictures of you two, and the whole time he practically told you his whole life story and everything about him while you hardly told him anything except that you had a bunch of siblings, and came from a loving family which hurt you because you so badly wanted to tell him the truth.

"You haven't shared much about your family, why is that?" He asked you as you two walked around.

"It's hard for me to talk about my family... while they were loving and all that, I also saw a side to them that made me run away and join the circus as you would say. I miss them every day but I can't go back to them." You said feeling a tear slide down your face.

"Hey hey, it's alright Darlin, you don't have to talk about it if you are not ready." He said as drying your tears with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to talk about. I hope I didn't ruin our date." You said quietly making him smile.

"You didn't ruin anything sweetheart, do you think I could kiss you?" He asked you.

"I would like that alot." You said as you felt his lips on yours and it was everything you imagined.

While you two were having the best date of your life, the Cornel who hated the effect you were having on his number one client was looking into your background and couldn't believe it when he found out the truth and couldn't wait to tell Elvis.

"She's been lying to you, this whole dance act has been a lie to get to you so that her and her family could get involved in their political affairs." He said as Elvis sat there in shock trying to figure out why you would lie to him.

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pinkpinkstarlet · 4 months

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so a lil blurb for that ohara!frozen au i was thinking of

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Miguel raised his eyebrow, trying to understand what Gabriel and Dana were asking of him. "Um, wait I'm sorry I'm confused, could you repeat that?"

Gabriel smiled even more as he started rambling excitedly, Dana holding onto his arm. "Well, we haven't worked out the kinks of it ourselves and we'd need a couple of days to plan the ceremony and of course, there's gonna be empanadas and ice cream and wait-" he stopped for a moment and looked to Dana with the same giddy smile. "Are we gonna live here?"

Miguel's eyes slightly widened as alarm bells rang in his mind frantically. "Here?"

Dana giggled and squealed, Miguel cringing at how annoying her voice sounded. She shared the same tone of excitement, but for some reason, it didn't feel genuine. "Absolutely!"

Miguel tried to interject desperately, failing to do so. "Gabriel I-"

"Oh and we can invite your whole family to stay and of course we'll have enough space for them and-"

"Gabriel stop, slow down," Miguel said, stopping Gabriel's rambling before he could finish. "No one's family is staying here, and no one is getting married."

Gabriel's smile disappeared. "What?"

"Can I speak to you?" Miguel asked. "Alone?"

Gabriel pursed his lips. "No. You can say whatever you want to the both of us."

Miguel sighed, rubbing his temples before speaking. "Fine. You can't marry a woman you just met."

"You can if it's true love."

Miguel scoffed, almost laughing because of the naïve response his brother gave him. "Really? And what do you know about so-called true love?"

Gabriel furrowed his brow in slight frustration. "More than you. All you know how to do is shut people out."

Miguel's expression changed from condescending to mildly shocked. He was able to keep his composure for that moment. "You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no."

Then, that annoying little brat Dana had to chime in. "Your Highness if you could just-"

"No I don't think I will and I think you should leave. The party's over. Guards, close the gates."

Gabriel's eyes widened in disbelief. He was not going to lose his one chance of finally being with someone who loved him after being cut off from everything else in his life, especially his family. He shook his head and pursued Miguel, grabbing his hand. It took off the glove on it instead, leading to his older brother quickly trying to retrieve it.

"What the- Gabriel give me my glove!" "No Miguel!" Gabriel's loud yell caught the attention of multiple partygoers. His eyes looked like they were about to let out tears, glossy and watery. "Please, I can't live like this anymore."

Miguel felt guilt fill him, looking down. He knew how much this isolation had hurt both of them, but the pain in Gabriel's voice broke his heart. But this is for his own good, Miguel rationalized, looking back up. His facial expression became stern.

"Then leave."

He turned around, hugging himself protectively as Gabriel protested back at him. His voice was filled with resentment, something Miguel had never seen from his brother. "What did ever do to you?!"

"Enough Gabriel."

But he persisted, not showing any signs of backing down. "No why, why did you shut me out? Why did you shut the world out?"

"What are you so afraid of?!"

"I said ENOUGH!"

Miguel turned around and waved his arm out to the crowd, causing a large fence of thick, jagged ice to form on the floor. He gasped in horror when he saw the scene, looking up at Gabriel and the crowd to only see their shocked, horrified faces.

What have I done?

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tragedyofdevotion · 1 year

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Daily life of a master

Lucifer & Envy

Lucifer may be an avatar of Pride but that does not mean he is immune to other sins.

This tells about a day in which the prideful eldest is faced with a petty feeling called "jealousy".

Lucifer x f! reader, implied demon brothers x f!reader

Contains hints of yandere and suggestive tones of sexual interaction

“Lucifer, may I come in?”

You knocked on the door, holding a small kitty in one hand.

Lucifer was looking at the documents when he heard your voice on the other side of the door. All of his exhaustion seemed to disappear and he quickly looked up towards the entrance.

“Yes, of course,” he said, trying not to show too much of his eagerness.

However, his subtle smile faded away when he saw that feline in your arms.

Detecting his worsening mood, you quickly said, “Before you say anything, Lucifer, can you please hear me out first?”

“Go on.”

He was a bit vexed at the sight of the cat, but he decided to listen to your story. He could not very well kick you out of his office, after all.

“I found this little guy last week. He was about to give out in the rain alone. That was why I decided to treat him a little before he became better. But now, I am too attached to let him go. So, I am wondering, if you, maybe, allow me to keep it at the house of Lamentation. Of course, I promise that I will take care of it well and I will make sure the whole family of cats will not come to stay with us. So, can I….? Please…?”

You tried to put on your cutest puppy face.

“First, no you will not. Second, you are bad at lying. Third, Satan, I know that you are eavesdropping.”

After he said that, the door opened with a "Tch!” and Satan appeared.

“If you already knew, you should have said so from the start. Why waste my time?”

“I thought he would allow it if y/n was the one asking,” he murmured under his breathe.

The younger brother came in and took the cat from your hands. “I now understand your inflexible mind. Y/n, I am going to look for a new home for this kitten. You will come with me, right?”

"Okay.”

“No, she will not. I have something important to talk to her about. You may go ahead alone.”

Grumping, Satan went out of the room with his cat.

…

“So, Lucifer, about earlier, how did you know it was Satan's idea? I thought my acting was perfect.”

“Did you think you can lie to me? Me, the eldest avatar of sins? And that story was too unrealistic. You, who did not even love cats, suddenly had the urge to adopt one? Even Mammon can make up a better story.”

“How did you know I don’t like cats? I have never told anyone in Devildom.”

“It was so obvious. Did you really think you had me fooled? I know that you don’t like dealing with any pets. You were just going along with Satan because you did not want to hurt his feelings, right?”

“Yes…”

“Why are you so indulgent towards Satan? You go along with his pranks, too, but you are strict when it comes to Mammon and others’ antics. Don’t tell me… Is Satan your favorite?”

Suddenly, he closed in on you, and cornered your form, successfully caging you between his arms and the wall. You did not have the time to squeal over the famous "kabedon" as he held up your chin tightly with one hand to meet your gaze. Even the romantic scene you had watched in many animes became so scary when one of the most powerful demons in existence was glaring at you with hungry eyes.

“No, of course, not. I have told you guys over and over that I love all of you equally, did I not?”

He continued to stare into your eyes, with so much intensity that it felt as if he was looking directly into your soul.

After a few more seconds of agonizing silence, he finally let go of your face.

“It would do well for all of us if you were to keep your words.”

“That was scary,” you thought to yourself. Your demons were nice most of the time but occasionally they became quite frightening. But you don’t know what is the trigger for their sudden switch.

“If you are done, may I go back to my room? I have so much homework left to do.”

As you are turning away, Lucifer caught your hand.

“You know there is no way I will let you go like this, right?”

He hugged you from behind, his hands unbuttoning your blouse. He kissed your neck and whispered into your ear.

“You tried to lie to me. I will have to teach your body so that you will never be dishonest towards me ever again. Don’t you think so?”

You sighed internally because you know you will not finish your assignments any time soon.

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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Hi! I was the anon that asked about the apy x family thingy. So my request ( if you are up for it!) Is Lisa, Jean, Beidou, Ningguang, Yae Miko and Ayaka with their S/O and their child re-enacting the scene of SpyXFamily during the schools higher-ups interview where Anya cried. The genshin character can be based of Yor or Loid (showing protectiveness) but add your own twist if you want or whatever seems fit! I actually have seen clips of the series but i feel so bad for watching the anime so early since it has minimal episodes yet!! 🥲🥲

Will they pass or fail.

synopsis: (Y/N) is the most successful and renowned spy in the country. Tackling the most dangerous and unheard of missions any human would even hope to handle. As of now, she’d been tasked to get close to a certain head of the prestigious Academy of Teyvat. With the hope of the country lying on her shoulders, she takes a false wife under her wing along with an adopted child in hopes to bring her union peace.

character(s): yae, ningguang, lisa. (separate)

warning(s): spy x family au, talk of pregnancy, lowkey homophobia, sexism, a little violence.

note(s): female reader, i feel like this wasn’t a great intro via my writing cause it's a little out of my comfort zone ^^ however i’d never turn down the chance to experiment.

i lob yor

⎯⎯mod chewie 🪑

YAE MIKO

loves teenagers and tweens, and just endlessly ruins their pride.

she can handle herself around smaller children, but hates it when they cry, she finds it so annoying.

has a talent for cooking, but dislikes the necessity of it. finds pleasure in seeing you dash around the kitchen while she entertains Sayu.

she’s a little lost when helping with studies, always trying to do something else.

somehow always trying to start tussles with the locals in grocery stores, at one point she was blatantly insulted while shopping and she just started laughing.

the biggest casualty was marrying her due to her troublesome and unpredictable nature, she constantly tests you.

Sayu was nowhere near as troublesome as your wife. There was constant mischief surrounding her, you had begged her to stay quiet and allow you to take the lead for the school interview. You should’ve known better than to tell her what you wanted, she would do the opposite.

Not even a whole two minutes in and there was already discord in the secluded room.

“I’m just saying, it’s a little strange for a hybrid woman and a human woman to raise a child. The fact is one of you is a hybrid I can overlook, but two women?”

Swan squabbles as if he were some sort of cattle being taken to the slaughterhouse. Sayu remained airheaded, daydreaming about the rolling fields by her home which she was excited to roll in after the visit.

Yae held her index finger to her chin, “Pardon me, but didn’t you lose your wife and visitation rights? It feels inappropriate to comment on others’ living situation when you weren’t even able to keep your wife nor your daughter.”

“Why you–”

You held up your hands, the man with glasses next to Swan scolding Yae on her brash comment. You apologized under your breath, none of the men could hear you over Swan’s embarrassed squealing.

You spoke up, “My dearest apologies, she’s very defensive you see–”

“Dear (Y/N), don’t apologize on my behalf. This man has no obligation to ridicule others' lifestyles, no matter the situation! He’s a downbeat who gets off to the misery of others in an attempt to raise his ego. Please don’t sympathize with such impotence,” her attention was fully on you now, ignoring the argument bubbling within the men on the sofa.

“It isn’t about sympathy, it’s about Sayu getting into the academy!” your voice was hushed, a hand by your mouth.

Yae scoffed and mumbled something you couldn’t understand, “Let’s continue, I’ll remain quiet.”

Swan babbled, “Perhaps we’d ought to kick you out, it’s clear two women are only going to raise a brain dead child.”

Sayu’s soft voice mumbled to the Headmaster, he of which repeated her words, “The child states she enjoys her home life, I think that makes a good enough excuse to allow the wives to continue the interview.”

You tried not to shake when Yae smiled at you.

“What was your relationship like with Miss Yae before you got married, Miss (Y/N)?” Evance was scribbling gibberish down on a clipboard, his pencil strokes quiet.

“We met at a shrine, she was the head shrine maiden and I felt weak in the knees when I saw how gracefully she took care of me. She’s truly an enigma,” You sighed dreamily, “I became a regular and we had gotten engaged fairly quickly, when I saw her get along with my daughter it only made me swoon even further.”

He nodded, “I see, so you’re religious?”

“Not exactly, it’s more for pleasure than religion, I never grew up around the notion.”

“I see, Miss Yae, do you still attend the shrine you had met Miss (Y/N) in?”

She smiled more sweetly than before, “Yes, and each time she visits me I get to relive the moment of adoration when we had first encountered each other. A magical feeling.”

“Aren’t most religions against the idea of same-sex marriage? Wouldn’t you be betraying your God?” Swan spoke up again, visible rage upon his features. Her ear twitched, “God doesn’t pay me to do hard work or follow its rules. I disbelieve in the afterlife and karma.” Yae fiddled with her collar bashfully, “If I’m disobeying him, it was worth it, (Y/N) and Sayu’s company are much more rewarding than anything else.”

A foreign warmth bubbled in your stomach when she praised you, despite the fact the marriage was only for the title, you couldn’t help but be flustered.

“Tell me, Sayu, was it?” Evance started, “Do you enjoy your new mother?”

The small girl, though consumed by the softness of the cushions, perked up with bright eyes. Her brows furrowed in a troubled but determined expression where she forced a convincing smile.

“Yes! I want to be with them forever!”

The Headmaster grumbled praise, the anxiety in your core growing fainter with the flow of conversation. The moment was short lived.

“So, would you prefer your actual father then?”

You’ve only known Yae for a few months, been married to her for the majority of that time. Never once have you ever seen her genuinely enraged by anything. In the corner of your eye, you made out the fury of which dressed itself upon her features which held a smile for so long. The room was unmoving with thick tension, only becoming more infused with Yae’s unconditional rage once Sayu showed the slightest hint of discomfort.

“Oh my,” she started, “Looks like there’s a pig loose, please allow me to catch it.”

There wasn’t enough time to stop her. Her hand went snag to the remains of Swan’s hair and smashed it into the coffee table with a graphic crack. His nose was dug through the wood and on the wool rug beneath them, nose cracking under the pressure of her sheer strength. Once she lifted her hand from his cranium, her sharp nails dug into the skin of his scalp.

“Pardon me…” she stated again, you didn’t dare breathe, “He should stay quiet for now, please do your best to contain your pets.”

There was no possible way you were ever getting to the academy, or any academy at this rate.

NINGGUANG

isn’t fond of older children, she can get along with toddlers fine.

has a talent for cooking, and would rather cook for you then you cook for her.

married you for tax benefits, and agreed to help you with your endeavors with little Qiqi, she herself was also attached.

thinks money can solve everything, you forgot your keys to the apartment once and she tossed a variety of coins at you and continued to walk to the train station by herself.

hates leaving Qiqi home alone, she gave you one hell of a lecture when she found out she was left alone semi-regularly.

Your wife was responsible, and you pride yourself on picking such a lovely woman to marry you. She had her ups and downs, like most people, but overall she has to be the best fit for you.

The interview for the academy was as smooth as ever, you’d taken the lead. The youngest of the men being Swan had made multiple double sided comments which you brushed off with the utmost of respect. You couldn’t help but notice Ningguang’s side eye you while you submissively bowed to their will.

“Who cooks at home? Considering you’re both women,” Swan said, eyes bore into your own.

You pulled on a strained smile, “Ningguang does most of it, I work later nights than I’d like to admit so I’m rarely home in time to cook.”

“Did you cook for your late husband?” he continued.

“No, sir. I dislike cooking.”

He scoffed, as if he were absolutely disgusted with the fact you couldn’t cook, “What kind of woman is useless in the kitchen? Surely this is why you gave up on trying to marry men.”

Ningguang quickly interjected, “Excuse me, but why does that matter for school admission? I thought this school prided itself on the height of education, not petty gender roles.”

The Headmaster quickly stood up straighter, he nodded and instructed the interview to continue while Swan leaned back into the sofa cushion.

“So, what was the relationship between you two before you got married?” Evance, the much more understanding man, finally spoke.

You put a hand to your chin, “Well, we met at our workplace. We’d only been coworkers until I got up the courage to ask to become friends, it eventually blossomed into something more.”

Evance nodded, then asked Qiqi his own questions for her. The memory exercises seemed to have been useful, her monotone voice didn’t waver and her stuttering was to a minimum. You were beyond proud of her progress, especially since she had gotten so invested in the ongoing conversations between her and Evance.

It was all short lived.

“You’re the legitimate daughter of Miss (Y/N) and the man before Miss Ningguang, correct?” Evance asked, his eyes skimming over the bunch of printed text before him.

Qiqi tilted her head, “What is, lejitay… mate?”

The Headmaster spoke first, “Is she your real mommy?”

“Of course, she’s my true mommy. The best of the best.”

“Well spoken,” the Headmaster praised.

Swan opened his fat mouth once more, “Would you prefer your old daddy? Or two mommies?”

Everyone in the room seemed to stop breathing, and every bone in your body screamed with bloodied and boiling rage. You can’t remember the last time you had been so infuriated, you don’t even know if you had ever been that infuriated. The entire room froze with shock, the girl in the lone chair started shaking uncontrollably. “Swan! Please have some respect!” Evance scolded, the Headmaster harshly cussed at the said man.

Ningguang watched you carefully restrain yourself, she made her way towards Qiqi and lifted her in her arms.

“I am Ningguang, Tianquan of Liyue Qixing. I own the Jade chamber which had defied laws of physics not even recorded yet. You mock my daughter, you mock me, you mock my lover,” She started, face devoid of human emotion, “You may be the height of education, no matter how many titles this establishment carries, no matter how many titles the employees carry. I am ten times more than you or this establishment will ever be.”

The shaking Qiqi was secured in her arms as she sauntered out, calling out your name which you quickly followed behind.

When you got home it was quiet, the walk was silent except the tapping of Ningguangs heeled shoes. You didn’t dare speak, Qiqi couldn’t do much but sulk in her arms. As soon as you had reached the apartment, you didn’t even get the chance to take your shoes off until she was on the telephone dialing spontaneous numbers. Qiqi found solitude in her bedroom.

“Hello?” Ningguang spoke into the phone, you noticed her lipstick was smeared, “You’re aware of the ultimate Teyvat Academy? Correct? Good, well find the man who owns the estate and purchase the entire thing. I could care less for price tags or investments, do what you have to do and buy it.”

You stared at her with your mouth wide open, that’s one way to get into the academy…

LISA MINCI

Lisa actually really likes working with kids! Her favorite are probably toddlers.

she works with Klee really well, however when Klee gets stubborn about her studies things can get rocky.

Lisa has a tendency of over rewarding, not that it’s a bad thing!

not the best at cooking, very good with baking though.

Klee left you hopeless on so many occasions that you couldn’t remember. When you were first handed this mission you had no idea how to respond other than a curt nod and be on your way. The entire world depended on you. Depend on you, your wife, and your disaster of a child.

It was time. You and your family walked into the interview waiting room in absolute silence. The anxiety was potent enough that you started to bounce your leg up and down, Lisa put her hand on your knee. Now wasn’t a time for visible fear, put on a brave face and tread forward.

Fake it until you make it, you suppose.

The three older men in the room eyes widened once they saw Lisa follow in after you, they probably assumed the both of you were sisters. Although you had read the regulations very carefully, they never mentioned specifically that a man and a woman were the only ones that could pass the interview. It was the mass majority, but you had your worries. There was just no way you would conveniently marry a man under any context.

You sat down in the seat closest to Klee.

“Ah, welcome. Are you both sisters?” the man with thick glasses asked, he was in his early fifties with a kind tone.

Lisa and you both lifted your left hand revealing the matching wedding band.

“No sir, we are legally married,” you stated.

The chubbier man in the middle, Swan, snorted, “So the child does not belong to you biologically?”

You felt your jaw clench, “You see, I was married to a man previously. He passed away from illness, and Lisa swept me off my feet in my time of need. I indeed gave birth to Klee.”

‘Mama’s lying…’ Klee thought to herself, a nervous smile stretching her cheeks.

Swan went to say something, but was cut off by Evance, “So this is your second marriage?”

“Yes, sir.”

You could hear Klee’s fidgeting as she straightened her skirt with uneasy hands.

Evance looked through a clipboard with scattered papers, “What was your relationship like before you got married to Lisa? How did you meet?”

A dreamy sigh left your lips, “We met at a diner, as soon as our eyes met I felt my knees buckle and my chest heat up… I thought of my late husband who would’ve willed me to move on when he passed, we’d talked only for a brief while before engagement.”

Lisa used the tip on her fingers to hide a creeping smile with pink cheeks. She hummed in agreement.

“...And yourself?” Evance directed his attention to your wife.

She nodded, “Well, I’m not the best with straightforward words… But (Y/N) treated me more kindly than anybody I had ever been with previously. She’s impossibly patient, there’s nobody I’d rather spend my life with.”

Well spoken!

Swan spoke up again, “When did you realize you prefer women over men?”

His eyes bore into yours, as if he was mocking you entirely.

“I’ve never put a label on attraction, it’s been like this since I was little. I enjoy the company of both sexes.”

You were lying, Klee knew. She knew from the looks of frustration you would give informants when they would hand you certificates of bachelors, but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed having two mothers.

Swan turned his head towards the child, “Do you enjoy having two mommies? Don’t you think it would be better if you had a Daddy instead?”

There was something boiling inside your stomach, your cheeks felt hot with absolute anger. Your hands were bunched up with the fabric of your pants.

Calm down. It’s fine.

You looked at Klee, tears glistened in her eyes. Your heart raced when you saw Lisa stand up to go comfort her, you could feel your entire body twitch upon instinct when you heard her sobbing.

“So she prefers a father after all.”

That comment sent your nerves into a frenzy of rage. Lisa beat you two it, smashing the entire table in half with her foot. The three men jumped back in absolute terror, Swan letting out some sort of squeal. Lisa lifted up the tip of her heel, wood crumbling around it.

She mumbled, a terrifying smile upon her face as she looked down to Swan. His legs were shaking with his collar stuffed with fat and sweat, eye contact never breaking between the two. Lisa lifted her leg completely and took her purple heel off her foot, revealing the faint stain of a crushed bug upon the bottom.

Lisa giggled, “Please forgive me, but there was a mosquito upon the table and I just couldn’t help myself. Looks a bit like you, doesn’t it, Swan?”

You weren’t getting into this school. No matter how much you may pray to some sort of God.

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rewatching the Dinotopia 13-episode miniseries and just wanted to say I concur with a lot of your takes. Hopefully it's ok to infodump about it in your askbox?

26 is adorable and heart-stealing (as is Karl's love for her) and she still looks so lifelike even after 20 years since the show's airing--the combination of lower-tech puppetry and higher-tech animatronics just hits perfectly. I just want to hold her and carry her around and tickle her little head. I feel weird calling her 'lifelike' considering none of us have seen Chasmosaurs(sp?) in the flesh, but the way she blinks and shakes her head and squeals just feels authentic somehow?

'Contact' is one of my favourite episodes as well, as it legitimises this version of Karl who in earlier episodes risked coming across as trivial/annoying/shallow (I love this Karl fwiw, more than the previous 'better' series' take). The connection between Karl & Gracie is so touching and raw, and it seems like the most important thing that happened to Karl at that stage in his life, as well as a turning point in the way he relates to female peers. While I am a fan of Karl's himbo side, I appreciated seeing him finally show expertise and determination in something other than mixing drinks and flirting and wheeler-dealing, as well--after all, he's Frank's favourite son and an adventurer in his own right, why shouldn't he be capable? (we also saw his resourcefulness in 'Lose & Found').

As for Lesage, your thoughts about her past relationship with Rosemary really have me thinking as well. The reference to their fling was so fleeting that I missed it first time around, but it's definitely critical to understanding both their characters imo. Lesage definitely seems the free-spirited fiery rebellious type to run off with a woman to have sapphic adventures in the wild, even if it took said sapphic partner to bring that out of her (and it's SO interesting that Rosemary was *Lesage's* closet key). What would Dinotopia make of lesbians disrupting their natural order and their status quo? (upon which they rely for their coveted peace...) The mind reels. And I agree about the relief and pleasant surprise that this mature dark woman wasn't 'tamed' or domesticated in the storyline's conclusion, it would have been so banal if the series went that route. She clearly isn't the type who wants a traditional family, a secure home or a regular Joe older man with kids.

That said, I must confess to wanting Lesage coupled with David, as I've noticed that from their very first meeting there is deliberate tension and foreshadowing included to put them in a shippy light, and their personalities/chemistry really spark and pop off the screen more than any other pairing (probably why the actors/character got a 2-hander episode to themselves?). Also, in-keeping with 'Lesage does what she wants and breaks the mold', I think Lesage would LIVE for scandalising Dinotopia by taking their Skybax Squadron Commander/favourite Offworlder and seducing him. David for his part would go willingly I think, as he seems captivated and chagrined by Lesage, more than he is by Marion (who imo he *wants* to want and thinks he should want romantically/sexually, but deep down doesn't). David for his part clearly needs a challenge and a foil to get the most out of his life, and Lesage offers that in spades. Where are the fics is what I wanna know

Am still combing over a few of the episodes in more detail, but overall I enjoy it so much despite all the inaccuracies and how off-model and off-book it is, and for the time you can see how it broke some new ground. It's pacey, it's a good time, it's got a little bit of everything from drama to adventure to fantasy to anarchohistory/steampunk. The story and characters remind me of Xena in the way you can read them in a campy/fun way or a serious way, and it works either way. Idk why it isn't on streaming and remastered, though the selfish gatekeeping part of me is kind of glad it's not exposed like that..

Always ok!

I do wish we got more of 26 in The Cure Part 2 that wasn't plot-mandated immobility, because that small bit at the end of Part 1 where she's doing her little scamper around on modern sidewalks is such a cute and defining moment for the series and I would've loved to see her run around through crowds or make an escape through the museum. I'd say even her CGI is some of the best-looking now, probably because of working with an easier scale (although I feel like dated CGI is always going to look like dated CGI, and so try to judge it more on whether or not it emotionally connects, and 26 definitely does).

They say it like "Chasmiosaur" in the show but the dinosaur is spelled Chasmosaur/Chasmosaurus. It's real interesting that both the live-action and book versions of Dinotopia used lesser-known ceratopsians instead of the obvious triceratops.

Agreed on Karl, sketchy/sleazy relationship drama is SO not my thing and I'd say I was only tolerating it for the dinosaurs, but the way this show does it is just so over-the-top that I can't help but be at least a little entertained. Night of the Wartosa is fun to watch in an uncomfortable train wreck sense, because we see Karl at his worst and it's so agonizing, but at the end of the day it's self-aware, it's intended as a wake-up call, and we're meant to be rooting for him to become a better person and laughing at him along the way. And by Contact, we're shown he can be serious when it counts, and his story takes a deeper turn into the heartfelt that solidifies his arc.

Since it's Hallmark, I'm sure they'd find a way to make even the dinosaurs scandalized by anything non-straight. "Why yes, our ancient society founded primarily by non-humans, with its own code of conduct distinct from other world philosophies, has the same puritan sensibilities as early 2000s daytime television." I guess there's a small chance the show actually did mean they only considered themselves sisters, and that very obvious pause didn't mean anything at all, I guess we'll never know *shrug* (but since it was a show cancelled after one season, I'm gonna say that from the 2020s we can go ahead and retroactively assume it must've had lesbians).

Freely admit that if I didn't pick up on anything hinting LeSage/David, it's probably because I only really have shipping goggles for f/f relationships, and also carry around the associated 'just friends' goggles for what are often clearly intended het pairings. To each their own, I suppose, and to both of us, the tragedy of liking a piece of media that very few people have ever seen, and even fewer have seen in any way that made them think of it positively. Highly doubt the internet 20 years after the fact would have much appreciation for my 'LeSage x pachycephalosaurus chariot driver OC' daydream musings but you can bet that's probably what I'm thinking about every time I hear "Fast Car."

Oh, if this show was on streaming, people would expect WAY too much from it. It's in the backwoods of Youtube and on cheap DVDs, and I feel like that's it's natural habitat. I can only really imagine people truly liking this if it's a formative memory, they found it in some obscure corner on a rainy day and gave it a chance only half-seriously, or the rare case where they wanted to watch a dinosaur show enough to turn it on but were secretly looking for... this. It's such a fun time, but I feel like for most, you'd need to know what you're in for or it just won't click.

#dinotopia #dinotopia tv

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multifandom-worlds · 8 months

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My Dear General: Chapter 4- Preparing for War

Genre: honestly? God fucking knows anymore

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: N/A

Authors Note: This was not my plan for chapter 4, but here we are, surprise, chapter 4! I hope you enjoy it! *Sword #4

Remember that your content consumption is on you

Tags: @holdmytesseract @sarahscribbles @simplyholl @lokisgoodgirl @ladyofthestayingpower @otome-and-fanfiction @buttercupcookies-blog @lokiprompt

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

“Erik!” Astrid squeals excitedly as she rushes toward her best friend. Erik smiles, walking over to her and embracing her. “I haven't seen you in so long! Loki never told me what happened during your meeting with him…I was so scared that he dismissed you, and I never got to say goodbye. I tried talking to Loki and explaining what happened, how there was no way you could have prevented what happened. He told me not to worry about it and just relax while I healed, but since I haven’t seen you since that night…” she trails off, realizing she rambled. Erik chuckles before patting her head.

“I think you are why I am still one of the Empire’s soldiers, child. Loki had admitted that he was fully ready to banish me from the empire, and he saw you lying there. But when you came to my defence, explaining what happened, he was prepared to forgive me due to his understanding of the situation. He put me on a few months' leave to sort my head out. When I heard the talk of how you will storm the Kingdom, I demanded to be right by your side; he obliged, so here I am.”

Astrid beams, thankful she could change Loki’s mind about banishing her best friend. The whole time she was on bed rest, all she could think of was Erik, if he was alright, where he was. She was more upset that she might have gotten him banished over the tongue-lashing she received from Loki that night before bed.

The two talked about what he did when he was away and how long Astrid had to properly heal while they readied their horses and ensured they had what they needed. Loki called everyone’s attention to the compound's centre. They joined the other soldiers, standing in the back since they arrived late. She had a slight idea why Loki called for everyone to gather, but Loki had a different plan.

“There are two reasons I called for you all.” Loki began, his sword lying on the ground before him, an intricate Late 18th Century Schiavona*—the sword he received and the title of General. “Firstly, I need you all to understand the mission we are about to embark on. We are riding towards the Kingdom of Azailia to overthrow King Malik.” Loki began. Hushed murmurs erupt from the crowd before Loki silences them with a wave. “I understand the implications of overthrowing an ally; however, that man is not an ally. He sold his daughter, our revered Astrid, to my brother to be his concubine. Astrid decided enough was enough; her family needed to pay for what they did to her. I will have Astrid explain the plan, but first, can you come here, dove?”

The other soldiers looked around as Astrid sheepishly walked through the crowd and joined Loki in the centre. She wanted to chastise him for calling her dove in front of everyone else. He takes her hand, walks her to where his sword lies, and stands before it. Loki kneels before her, taking his sword in his hands before speaking. “I bestow upon you my sword; take this as a symbol of my commitment to you, dove. When I am not around, may this sword offer protection from any trial you face. Let this sword show the world you belong to the Tolan Empire!”

More hushed conversations from her fellow soldiers, her brothers in arms, Astrid's cheeks flush a bright red. The act of giving your sword to someone else was akin to proposing to them, vowing to keep them safe and protected wherever they roam. But right now, she had the general of the most powerful army in the world on his knees in front of her, giving his sword to her. Loki’s smile falters slightly, seeing Astrid’s hesitation.

“Astrid, I just want you safe, dove. Can you please accept my offer? Your father will recognize this sword and know who it belonged to; he will see how much you’ve changed and how he greatly messed up when he sent you away. This army will listen to you, please, dove?” Loki pleads, gently taking her hand and placing the sword in it.

Astrid looks at the blade in her hand before looking at Loki. “What are you going to use, Loki?’ She asks, her eyes never leaving the elaborately decorated handle in her hand. Loki smiles softly, curling her fingers around the grip, stroking her knuckles gently. “I have other weapons to use. Now, are you going to lead us?” He asks, turning her around to face the rest of the army.

Seeing all the men she’s fought beside standing there, she catches Erik’s eye in the back corner. He gives her a supportive nod before she raises the sword in the air. “That’s my girl!” Erik cheers as the army erupts into applause and cheers. Her blush intensifies as Loki approaches her, gently wrapping his arm around her waist.

Once the excitement has died down, Astrid begins with her plan. “We are going to go through the front gates. I want my father to see us coming. Upfront will be me, General Loki and Erik. Once we arrive, I will let everyone know the rest of the plan. Rest now, for we ride at dawn.”

Everyone dissipates to their dwellings, getting some rest before they ride out. Erik walks up to Loki and Astrid with a proud smile. “I told you she would accept it!” Erik laughs, clapping Loki on the back. Astrid furrows her brows, looking between Erik and Loki. It was clear now Erik knew about the two of them. “You’re going to be a great leader, Astrid. I will follow you to the ends of the Earth. I pledge my loyalty to you.” He kneels, bowing his head.

“You’re an ass,” Astrid chuckles, shoving Erik to the ground before turning to Loki. “You just had to do that before everyone, didn’t you? You just had to make everyone aware of us. Also, how long has he known?!” Astrid asks, pointing to her best friend, still lying on the ground where he fell, laughing.

“Since the beginning. There’s a reason Erik is my right-hand man. But I promise you, dove, that is not why he befriended you. I frankly told him not to, but he didn’t listen. Now look where we are.” Loki rolls his eyes, extending a hand to help Erik off the ground. “But you really should go back and rest up. Tomorrow will be tough for you; I want you to be as prepared as possible. Go now.” He gently pushes her towards their shared dwelling.

“Do you think she’s going to be okay, Loki?” Erik asks after Astrid is out of earshot. “I saw how she got when she realized Azailian guards ambushed us; I’m afraid she will lose herself in anger. I tried to talk her out of revenge, but she wouldn’t hear it.”

Loki watches Astrid leave before turning his attention to Erik. “That’s why you and I will stay by her side the whole time. Should we feel she is losing herself to the anger she feels, you will remove her from the situation, and I will continue with the mission. Astrid and I have spoken in depth about this plan in bed at night, so I know her final goal. Let's say there will be a new ruler of the Azalian Kingdom if all goes as it should and a few fewer members of the Azailian royal family."

#loki marvel #loki of asgard #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki god of mischief #loki laufeyson #loki au #loki fandom #loki x Astrid

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slutforelliealways · 9 months

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Space Girl pt:2

Enjoy this! I want a slow burn and lots of parts so y’all better strap in for the ride, and if you’re just here for smut i gotchu but it won’t happen for a minute or two. Gonna start adding songs that remind me of what the two girls think of you, used a couple lines from Faye’s song in this one. Imagine Ellie and Abby both understanding it’s neither one or the other right now. Simply both.

You: I fell asleep, meet me at our spot later tonight. If you don’t show up I’m taking that as my sign to walk away from you. Dress like you’ve got something to lose!

You put your phone down on your side table and sigh, rolling over to see the perfect sight beside you. Ellie was snuggled up with your cat Benny, he liked Ellie more than he liked you clearly. She had a faint smile on her face and you had a feeling she wasn’t really sleeping. “You gonna open those green eyes of yours and help me make breakfast or just keep snuggling my son?” You nudge her and she groans.

“He’s so warm and fuzzy I don’t want to disturb his slumber, but breakfast does sound nice.” She hesitantly sits up and Benny takes off toward the kitchen for his breakfast. “Whatcha makin?”

“I dont know i don’t have much, I know D and Jess are gonna be stopping by here shortly with coffee and some breakfast sandwiches. So we honestly don’t really have to make much, I figured we’d cut up some fruit and have a little fruit salad in front of the tv before they get here.” You shrug your shoulders and climb out of bed.

“Does Dina always come by your place in the morning?” She questions, rubbing her eyes as she rolls out of your bed. You couldn’t help but look her up and down, she looked so damn good even fresh out of bed. Her hair was messy and her lips were puffy from sleep still, your clothes looked perfect on her slim and toned body. You were in awe of the perfect specimen in your bedroom. “Hello?” She waved her hands.

“Oh sorry!” You snapped back to reality, “yeah she comes by seven days a week, we catch up and drink coffee and then go to work or class after. It’s kind of our thing, has been since high school!”

Of course it had been, you and Dina had known each other all your lives, your birthdays were only a week apart so you always had joint parties. Your parents were best friends so naturally you guys were, your friendship with Dina was more of a sisterhood. And boy did you guys fight like sisters, always figuring it out right after a big blowup and moving on from it. Dina had an older sister but she passed away before she was ever born, you knew it was hard on her but your friendship had came around and healed that part of her mostly. Her parents knew it too, treating you like their own child and scolding the both of you when you’d get caught sneaking out or smoking “pot” on their property. You loved Dina, you loved her family and they loved you. It was a natural choice when it came to college, both sitting by your mailboxes waiting for the letters to come in saying you’d both been accepted to attend. Dina was your rock, as you were hers. When someone would die you’d both laugh at the funeral, you went through a breakup? Dina would remind you their head wasn’t that good. Without D you were… nothing.

“You really love her huh?” Ellie smiled softly, tilting her head in anticipation for your response.

“Yeah”, you smiled and looked at the ground. “Yeah i really do.”

“Good, you deserve a person.” She grabbed your hands and soothed them with her thumbs. You felt your cheeks get hot and dropped her hands to move toward the kitchen. You took a couple steps before feeling arms wrap around your waist and your feet leaving the floor. “Why are you constantly moving away from me huh?” Ellie whispers in your ear.

“I told you, you make me nervous!” You squeal as your feet touch the floor again, she spins you around to face her.

“You know how beautiful you are?” Her face was soft and her eyes were piercing into yours.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice”, your smirk forming.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll keep mentioning it then.” Her hand moves up and strokes your cheek before falling back to her side.

“Maybe I’ll get a big head.” You turn again and move into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing all the fruit you could find. All you had was some apples and some blueberries.

“I don’t mind that, more for me to look at.” Ellie sat down in your bar stool at your kitchen island, her eyes held onto you.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and smile.

New message from Abs😍💕: Mind if I come earlier? I’d like to spend the rest of the day with you! Please say yes I’m already dressed.

You stared at the screen, it was only 5:00pm and your friends were all slumped on your couch in a weed coma. Dina and Jesse had arrived earlier in the morning, bringing coffee and breakfast sandwiches as expected. You all smoked and played video games for the entire day, Ellie had ran home and changed before coming back promptly to finish the round of Halo she had started with Jesse. It was all perfect, you almost dreaded leaving to see Abby yet you knew you at least needed the closure. Things got hazy for a second, you don’t remember getting ready nor putting your car in drive and going to your lookout spot until you were there parked in your favorite lot. Your heart was racing, you had texted Dina and let her know where you were and how long you should be gone. She didn’t reply but you knew once she woke up the first thing she’d do was check her phone and respond, you held your phone against your chest as you stared out at the ocean awaiting your guest. You saw headlights in the distance and your fingertips went numb, it was time.

As Abby’s car parked you unbuckled yourself and prepared to get into her vehicle, it began to rain as you stepped out of your car. “Great, is this a sign or what?” You exclaim to yourself. You yank her door open and hop in, already soaking from the short couple of seconds you were in the rain.

New Message From Dina bo Bina🤪🥵🤮: If u leave me here for longer than 2 hrs w these FUCKING LOSERS!!! I’m coming there and ripping you to pieces 🥰❤️❤️😌👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼 xxxooo.

You smile as you quickly put your phone in your back pocket and sit back down all the way.

“Hey, sorry about the weather.” Abby blushed as you shook yourself off. “Here.” She hands you her jacket and you take it not being able to play off the shivers from the cold rain.

“It’s okay, you don’t control the weather.” You reply dryly.

“Yeah I guess you’re right”, she rubs the back of her neck, “so uh, how was your day?”

“You gonna tell me what you needed to tell me or are you just here to waste my time and gas?” You spit out.

“Okay, look I’m sorry for blowing you off. I don’t know how to handle you and-“

“You don’t know how to handle me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Your cheeks got hot in anger and your patience began to wear thin.

“I mean, I just! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I haven’t felt this calm with anyone ever and that really fucking freaks me out!” She slapped her steering wheel in frustration.

“I slept with Ellie!” You blurt out.

“I’m sorry what? You fucked Ellie? We just had a fight, I’m confused.” Her body turned towards you.

“No I didn’t fuck her! She slept over, in my bed. And we cuddled, and had breakfast together.” You stopped yourself from smiling at the very recent memory, remembering she was still on your couch fast asleep hopefully awaiting your arrival back at home.

“Oh yeah cause that’s so much better and way less intimate!” You knew Abby loved the sex as much as you did, but sleeping together, now that was her favorite part of life since she met you. “Jesus Christ baby what the fuck! Look, I’m sorry for blowing you off! There’s no good explanation for it and I wish I hadn’t done it but I did, please can we just go back to how we were!” Her fists were clenched in anger and resting in her lap. You knew this new information had pissed her off, she’d never paraded you in public but she had always stepped in when it came to what was hers.

“You blew me off, she was there to pick up the pieces. I had fun with her, I could have had fun with you but you blew me off, again. So… I’m not sure what you want me to do with that. Look I gotta go, I appreciate you trying to explain yourself. I accept your apology but, fuck you? Yeah, fuck you. I gave you four months Abs, four fucking months and you wasted it! You want me back? Prove it! I’m done with you, I’m done with this! I’m so young, I’m super fucking hot! And at least Ellie is proud to just be around me, you couldn’t even bother to ask me to be your girlfriend. What the fuck even was the past four months for you? HUH?” Your voice became impatient, awaiting her response for even a second was too long.

“It was… I- I’m not sure. I love you.” The words made you choke, your eyes widening in shock. Maybe even horror.

Minutes went by, she tried grabbing your hands but they were stuck clasped together tightly against your chest. Your breathing was to the outside ear steady but, your breaths were too short and not enough. Your choices were pass out or, “I’m gonna go. Thank you for your apology, I’ve got some shit to sort out I guess.” You forced your legs to move first, then your arms and finally, your hands. You curled your fingers around the door handle and almost got the door open before Abby’s strong hands gripped your face and her arms pulled you close to her face. Your lips locked on instinct and routine, it felt right but sad. Like your lips belonged on hers but at a cost, your arms moved up and wrapped around her neck before your fingers interlocked in the back. Her hands moved swiftly down your body and landed on your waist, her arms forced you up out of your seat and before you could take another breath you were straddled on her lap in the drivers seat. She kissed you like she needed it, her lips weak at the touch of yours. Your tongue brushed against her mouth and she let you in, you explored the tip of her tongue and her mouth danced with yours in harmony.

Her hands trailed around your waist and moved up pulling your tight, light blue baby tee up until it tickled your under boob, you pushed yourself back grinding against her which was interrupted swiftly when her car horn blared and startled the both of you.

“Fuck!” You brushed your hair back with your hand, “this is wrong, I need to go. I really do have a lot to think about! Thank you for.. this.” You open her door and try to climb out as swiftly as you could but failing and stumbling, catching yourself on the side of her thigh. Jesus this couldn’t get anymore fucking awkward!

She grabs your wrist and steadies you, “Think, think long as super fucking hard. I’m waiting for you, I’ll wait till you come back.”

Your drive home was shorter than you wanted, your sobbing completely uncontrollable as the rain matched your tears. You parked in front of your apartment and took a deep breath as you wiped your face off. You pulled the sun visor down and flipped the mirror open to give yourself a couple of toothy fake smiles, “this choice is easy. Suck it up cunt!” You whisper to yourself and unbuckle as you open your door and step out of the vehicle. You walked up the three flights of stairs slowly and as you got to your door you took a couple more breaths, took the key out, unlocked your door and stepped inside. The living room was dark and the only light was coming from above your stove, a note with placed right below the light and you moved over to read it.

Went out for some pizza! Bring you some home pinky promise!!!!

-Space Girl

You smiled and brushed your fingers across the handwriting, you turned around and Benny startled you as he approached your feet. You picked him up and moved into your bedroom, as soon as your body hit the mattress your sobbing resumed. You were desperately trying to catch your breath, gripping at your throat and pounding on your chest to snap out of it. Your head throbbing from the pressure and your eyes stinging from the excessive rubbing trying to rid the tears that kept pouring. You finally sat up at the sound of your outside door unlocking, you hastily stood up and ran to lock yourself in the bathroom.

“Honey we’re home!” D’s voice lit up in the hallway.

“And we brought pizza and liquor, Ellie brought weed! Of course.” Jesse’s voice followed.

“Whenever you’re done shitting come meet us in the living room please”, Dina shouted and you could hear them throwing themselves on your couches and beanbag.

“Yeah okay, be out in a sec!” You managed to choke out while splashing your face with water. You looked messy, all of your makeup smeared and watered down. Your hair was knotted from the thrashing around in bed in your hysteria, you wiped the makeup off your face with a wipe and ran some water through your hair before brushing it. After one final look in the mirror you caught your breath and stepped out of the bathroom. “Oh! Sorry I wasn’t expecting you to be in here!” You had stepped into Ellie on your way out of the bathroom and smacked right into her chest.

“No I’m sorry I should have made my presence known!” She looks down at her feet in embarrassment. As she looked back up at you her face went panicked, “what’s wrong? How can I fix it?”

Your lip began to tremble and you knew if you talked about it you’d lose it, “nothing. I’m good sorry, just got my period so I’m like super emotional.” Your excuse didn’t convince her.

She pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head, “I know it’s Abby. I know you still have feelings for her and that’s okay! We don’t have to talk about it, I can leave if me being here makes things harder for you-“

“NO!” Your voice startled the both of you and she pulled you back to look at your face. “No, I- I want you here. You make it easier to breathe. Please stay, stay as long as you can!” You lean back into her chest and she hugs you even tighter.

“I’ll stay until you ask me to leave, I can go home real quick and pack a bag and then come back. You can eat some pizza and catch up with Dina and by the time I’m back you won’t even have noticed I left.” She hums into the top of your head, peppering it with kisses.

“Yeah”, you nod into her, “yeah okay that would be good. Just be quick and come back as soon as you can! Benny and I will be waiting for you.” You look up at her and a smile begins to form on her face.

“Let’s be real I’m only staying cause of him”. She smirks.

“Yeah no I figured as much”, you chuckle and release your right grip on her but she remains locked onto you.

“Not yet, just- let me hold onto you for a little bit longer.” She buries her face back into your hair and kisses the top of your head again.

You wanted more but, not like this. Not sad and mourning your half-assed relationship with the schools biggest lesbian player. You wanted to kiss her happily and excitedly, like you couldn’t breathe and her lips were oxygen. She released her grip on you and you hesitantly took a step back, you gazed at each other for a few seconds before she cleared her throat.

“Alright so, I’m gonna leave for no more than an hour and then I’ll be back. I left some flower on the coffee table and I’m sure you heard Jesse mention the liquor, smoke or drink or both. Eat some pizza, i made sure with Dina it was exactly how you like it. I’ll be back so soon my love!” Her hand cups the side of your face and her thumb brushes your cheek, “try and have a little bit of fun whilst I’m gone.” She hums to you.

You nod and nuzzle into her hand more, “don’t be gone too long okay?”

“I won’t!” She reassures you.

D and Jesse knew instantly something was up, you and Ellie had exited your bedroom and Ellie had said a brief goodbye before walking out to go home and pack her overnight bag. You sat down beside Dina and she began shooting millions of questions at you before you even got a chance to get situated, “bitch you look a mess what the fuck happened? Did you and Ellie just fuck in the bathroom is that why it took so long? Where is she going? What happened with Abby?”

“Okay take a beat please, I’m fucking starving and this pizza smells amazing!” You open the box and shove a slice in your mouth before answering her questions, “I look a mess because Abby said I love you to me and then we made out and then I left. No Ellie and I did not have sex in the bathroom just now, and she’s going home to pack a bag so she can spend a few nights here. That answer all your questions? Can i please eat now?” You take another bite of your slice.

“I mean it answers some of them I suppose, why’d you leave Abby? I thought you wanted her to say those three words to you?” D’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I did, I mean I do but… i dont know.” You shrug and finish your slice.

“It’s Ellie ain’t it”, Jesse chimes in reaching for the bottle.

“Duh! Of course it’s Ellie, why else would she be asking her to spend the night again. I fucking knew you two would end up together!” Dina squeals.

“Okay slow down we’re not together we’re just, I don’t know. We’re hanging out!” You assure both of them.

“Whatever, I know when you’re into someone and you’re definitely into her. You can be into both, don’t make a decision right now just get laid and have fun! You gotta tell me how Ellie is in bed!” Dina reached for the flower on the coffee table as she gives you her sage advice.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you wanted to fuck Ellie!” Jesse questions Dina.

“Oh please you know I’m only alive for you J, I just wanna make sure my girl is getting it good!” She assures her man before looking back to you, “please just take it easy, don’t take like so seriously right now. You’re young and hot you don’t have to settle right away. Not everyone is like J and I and find their soulmate young.” She begins breaking apart the bud and looks around for some rolling papers.

“I’ve got some in my room, let me go grab them.” You stand up and head into your room for the paper. As you pass your desk a picture catches your attention, it was of you and Dina. Ellie was in the background and you could see she was looking at you, a smile cascading across her face. Your face got warm and you felt your heart speed up, she’s always had her eyes on me huh? You hum to yourself as you make your way over to your bedside table and open the drawer for the papers. As you stand back up you hear a knock on your door and you squeal in excitement and rush to open it.

“Hey!” Ellie is standing with a duffle bag in one hand and a backpack thrown over her shoulder.

“Come in come in, we were just about to roll and Jesse is throwing drinks back already.” You grab her duffel and place it in the hallway.

“Who’s rolling? If it’s Dina you need to stop her, her shit always comes out all Frankenstein looking!” Ellie chuckles as she wraps her arms around you and squeezes you tightly. You hum into her chest and nuzzle your face in.

“Hey i fucking heard that you asshole! My shit comes out clean I don’t know why you’re lying about me like that!” Dina shouts from the living room.

“Come on, join us!” You grab her hand and pull her into the living room.

She crashes down on the couch and pulls you by your waist to sit in her lap and whispers in your ear, “stay close to me okay?” You nod your head and lean back into her.

“So are you guys, you know.” Jesse points at you and Ellie, your cheeks went hot but you didn’t get a chance to respond before Ellie interjected.

“We’re hanging out, whatever is going on between us is.. between us. So leave it alone creep!” Ellie chuckles and Jesse throws his hands up in surrender before throwing the bottle back to his lips and taking a swig.

“Just curious, I know you’ve been itching for this for a while Els! You finally got your girl, wanted to see if you’d claim her.” Jesse swallowed his shot and made a grimace at the taste.

Ellie clenched around you, you looked up to see her face was just as red as you imagined yours was. You flashed her a smile and spoke up for the both of you, “bit early to define shit huh? I think you just need to keep your nose away from our business yeah Jess?” Dina laughed at the burn and slapped Jesse’s arm.

“Babe leave them alone, remember how awkward shit was for us when we first started dating? You didn’t see my girl over here pestering you with questions about me!” She lit the joint she had finished packing and passed it to you.

“Not true! It was all questions about my intentions and what not, just wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.” Jesse put the bottle down and made grabby hands for the joint.

“Wait your turn!” Ellie gently reached for the joint and put it back to your lips, you took a puff and she moved it to her lips and took a drag. Your body felt warm at the gesture and you couldn’t ignore the pulsing between your legs.

You squeezed your thighs together trying to get rid of the heartbeat your crotch was generating, you guys hadn’t even kissed yet and still you wanted to just rip your clothes off and pounce on her. Ellie’s hands were brushing against your waist, trailing down your thighs and then back up around your waist. The joint being passed around but all you could focus on was your breathing and keeping your cool, “everything okay lover?” Ellie whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps on your neck.

“Hm? Oh yeah no I’m just stoned I think.” You try to play it off.

“Bitch you are not fucking stoned! You could out smoke all three of us in a heartbeat and not even get buzzed off of it!” Dina shouts, totally blowing your cover.

“I haven’t smoked in a few hours, maybe Ellie’s weed is just really good.” You shrug your shoulders knowing you were totally lying to their faces. Dina passed you the joint and you took a puff before passing it to Ellie who once against put it back to your lips before hers.

“I know I have good flower but I’ve heard about you hun, I know you could smoke me under the table right here right now.” Ellie says as she exhales the smoke in her lungs before stifling a cough.

“You’ve heard about me? What’s that supposed to mean?” You shift in her lap and face her.

“I mean you’re kind of known to smoke heavy, that’s all.” She shrugs and passes the joint to Jesse.

“Yeah she’s not wrong you know”, Jesse takes a puff. “You kind of have had that reputation since high school.” He passes the J to Dina.

“Okay can we stop talking about me smoking anyone under the table? I’m stoned, get over it.” You defend yourself knowing it’s all a lie and you really hadn’t felt anything since you first sparked.

“Everyone leave my baby girl alone before I start fighting you guys”, D was throwing fists up in a fake fight.

“Your baby girl?” Ellie questions.

“Duh! I had her first! Only a matter of time before she realizes I’m the true love of her life and we leave the country to go live on a farm and raise animals and make sweet sensual love to each other!” D laughs out loud at the thought.

You smirk at her, “D, I am so in love with you let’s just pack our bags and leave right now!” You reach out your hands for hers and she takes them whilst laughing.

“Let’s go baby!” She smiles at you. You both let go and throw your heads back cackling at the little facade.

Dina and Jesse ended up falling asleep on the couch and you felt yourself getting tired as well, you stood up and reached your hand out for Ellie. “C’mon”, you whisper. She takes your hand and follows you into your bedroom. You closed the door and started pulling your clothes off to change into pajamas, your eyes drifted over to Ellie who was staring right at you in your underwear and you felt yourself blush. Instead of getting dressed you walked over to the bed where Ellie was sitting on the edge and straddled her lap, she moved her hands over your bare thighs and rested her hands on your ass.

“You know, I’ve always had a crush on you. Ever since middle school science class.” She spoke in a hushed tone trying to keep quiet.

“I know, me too.” You smirk at her.

“Oh yeah? Why didn’t you make a move?” She wraps her arms around your waist and pull you up further so your faces are merely inches apart.

“I did make a move, every year until college. I left notes in your locker, i always picked you as a partner for school projects, i even paid the lunch ladies extra every week so you could get a chocolate muffin free of charge.” You moved your hands so they rested on the back of her neck.

“That was you? Seriously? I just thought the lunch ladies were fuckin awesome!” She grips your waist tighter in shock and excitement over the news you dropped.

“Ellie, I’ve literally been doing everything to get your attention. You just were too busy competing with-“ you caught yourself about to slip Abby’s name in and stutter the rest of your sentence out, “I mean you just were busy looking at other girls.” You rub the back of your neck feeling awkward.

“Competing with Abby? You can say her name, she’s not Voldemort.” She chuckled.

“Yeah… competing with Abby.” Your cheeks got flushed at the mention of her name.

“You think we’re competing now?” The question caught you so off guard you didn’t know how to respond. “Hello?” She waved her hands in your face snapping you back to reality.

“Sorry, just wasn’t expecting that.” You blink a few times to refocus.

“Expecting what?” She furrowed her brows in confusion.

“You to ask me if I thought you guys were competing, are you?” You stood up from her lap and walked over to your closet.

“I mean no, not intentionally at least. To be fair though if we were competing it’s only because you’d put us in that situation.” She reached her arms for you to come back.

Your face got hot and you felt almost angry at her remark, “and what position have I put you in Ellie? You’ve got me on the edge of my seat here so please do tell!” You reached for your nearest sleep set and put the satin shorts on with the matching tank top.

“Look I didn’t mean anything by it i just was saying, you’ve kind of got us in a triangle here. I know something happened between the two of you today, I’m not mad I have no right to be. I just don’t want to waste my time if you’re just going to leave me in the dust. I’m all in for you, always have been.” Your heart fluttered and your gaze softened. “But your hold on me is scary, I’ve dealt with breakups but you’d be my first..” Her brow furrowed.

“You first what?” You walked over and placed your hands on her shoulders and stood between her legs. She placed her hands on your hips.

“You’d be my first heartbreak.” She looked down at her feet.

You pulled her face back up to meet your eyes, “I’m not here to break your heart, I’m not here for a triangle either. Not intentionally at least. I like you, Ellie. I like Abby too I won’t lie to you and say I’m over that but, you’re in my room right now. She’s not. She told me she’d wait for me to figure it out, I’m just very confused and tired and just-“ Ellie put her fingers to your lips and shushed you gently.

“I want you, I’ve always wanted you. But I understand I’m not the only girl for you. I’d like to-“

You crush your lips onto hers, after the initial shock Ellie closed her eyes and kissed into you deeper. “I’ve always wanted you”, you whisper into her mouth.

Authors note: Alright Pt:2 what do we think? It’s a bit jumbled still but I’m gonna do a flashback in the next chapter. I hope you’re hanging on for the ride and let me know who you want to end up with! No guarantees I’ll go with it but I’m curious to know! More of Abby in the next chapter as well so be on the lookout for that! Alright love ya!

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Chronicles of Love and War (chapter 19)

“It ain’t weird that I still kept this, right?” Scout wanted to know, clutching something in his hand.

Spy looked up from his newspaper, squinting. “Kept what?”

Scout approached, placing a stuffed panda onto the table. “Squishy Panda,” he clarified, as if introducing Spy to an old friend of his. “I keep him in my bag…I got him for my birthday one year. He’s like…a buddy to me…is that weird?”

Spy instantly recognized the panda, and he felt his heart grow soft. “No,” he replied after a moment of observing the toy, his voice tinged with a mix of melancholy and fondness. “It’s not weird at all, I promise you.”

Scout smiled up at him, a little relieved as he pulled Squishy Panda closer to him. “Okay…thanks. I just…I dunno. After today, I just kinda needed this guy,”

“I understand,” Spy assured warmly. “Did you tell your mother what happened?”

Scout shook his head. “Nah - I mean, how would I explain it to her? Like, some freaky pig-thing with outta-this-world powers made me think that that guy who shot Joey way back when was following me? No, thanks!”

“I’m sure she might understand,” Spy assured gently, before he looked towards the TV room. “I hear music - what’s going on in there?”

“Demo’s got the TV on, I think he’s watching music videos or something,” Scout shrugged.

Just then, Angelica stepped into the room, smoothing her hair away from her face. “Hey, boys!” she chirped. “What time is it?”

Spy checked his watch. “It’s getting close to dinner time…” he sighed a little. “I hope Dell made it to the hospital…”

Angelica tilted her head in surprise. “Oh, no, what happened?”

“He…” Spy trailed off for a moment, before giving a little shrug. “One of his family members is being hospitalized, and Dell went to visit him,”

"Oh, no...hope everything’s okay,” Angelica commented as she approached Jeremy and briefly fiddled with his hair. It was then that she noticed Squishy Panda. “Aww, you brought your panda buddy!”

“Aw, ma,” Scout giggled, a little embarrassed. “Yeah, I did…”

“I always thought he was the cutest,” Angelica hummed, fluffing the bear’s fur. “Funny thing is, I don’t remember buying him…” she looked to Spy, raising a curious eyebrow. “Unless…?”

Spy tried to keep his composure, but he couldn’t stop the smile that came onto his face. “Unless, what? Unless a certain someone may or may not have picked that bear out at a modest uptown market?”

Olivia suddenly rushed into the kitchen, waving a cup with a piece of paper pressed to the opening.

“I caught a bug!” she squealed, running up to Spy and shoving the cup into his face. “It’s a big gross one, it was crawling on Lucy’s shoe!”

Lucy came running in after Olivia, assuring, “It’s okay, I wasn’t scared of it!”

Spy recoiled from the cup in disgust. “Ugh! And why are you showing me?”

Scout stepped in, plucking the cup from Olivia’s fingers. “Hey, thanks! Maybe Sniper will eat it!”

“Eww, what?” Lucy exclaimed, wrinkling her nose.

“I’m just joking!” Scout laughed, and he opened the window, tapping the cup to toss the bug outside. Once it had flittered off, he closed the window. “There we go!”

“Aw, you learned that from me,” Angelica crooned, pleased.

Merasmus walked in through the front door, ducking as the ceiling was too low for his tall stature. “Lucy, we will be going home soon. Do you have everything?”

Lucy nodded, walking over to her father and taking his hand. “Yes, daddy. Are we gonna get something for dinner?”

“Yes, of course,” Merasmus smiled a little, tucking a bit of Lucy’s dark brown hair behind her ear.

“Are you sure it’s wise for you to leave now?” Spy asked, concerned. “I assume Zelda’s still tied up in the basement, but what if she gets free?”

Merasmus sighed. “As long as she has those handcuffs on, she is as harmless as a fly, trust me. If anything does go wrong, however, give me a call.”

“Wait,” Angelica turned to look at Scout and Spy, bewildered. “There’s a woman in the basement!?”

“She’s a witch, ma!” Scout insisted. “She’s gotta be there so she doesn’t do any freaky magic crap.”

"Okay..." Angelica didn't seem reassured by that thought, glancing towards the basement door.

“In any case,” Merasmus cleared his throat, beckoning Lucy. “We must be going - come along, Lucy!”

Before turning around to follow her father outside, Lucy stopped to give Olivia one last hug.

“Aww, I’m so glad you two are friends,” Angelica smiled, bending down and carefully adjusting Olivia’s bow.

“Yeah, me too…” Olivia agreed, though she felt an odd discomfort that she couldn’t explain. Her mind flickered back to what happened at the park, though she tried not to think about it.

Outside, as Merasmus made his way home with Lucy, he decided to ask her, “Did you have a good time with your friend?”

Lucy nodded, though she only stared at the grassy ground ahead. “Yeah…it was fun.”

Merasmus sensed something was off, so he pried a little further. “Did everything go all right?”

“Yeah,” Lucy nodded again. She got very quiet, her hand coming up to fiddle with her braided hair.

“I see…” Merasmus stopped walking and he tucked his finger beneath Lucy’s chin so she could look at him. “If something is wrong, Lucy, you can tell me. You do know that, don’t you?”

“I know,” Lucy affirmed, putting her hand back into her father’s. She paused again, and then admitted, “I think I used my power…just a little…”

Merasmus got very quiet, staring down into his young daughter’s face. “Really?” he asked finally. “And what happened?”

“Nothing,” Lucy blurted out, perhaps a little louder than she meant to. “I-I mean…it wasn’t a lot…we were just playing in the playground…it wasn’t that much!”

Merasmus pursed his lips together. “Well…if it wasn't too serious, I suppose it’s not a problem. But just be very aware of your surroundings - you would not want the wrong type of person to see you.” He gave a small smile before stooping to lift Lucy into his arms. “We will work on it another time.”

Lucy nestled against her father's shoulder as he took her home, birdsong filling the air.

Back inside, Zhanna curled up against Soldier, nuzzling into his arm while humming. “Mm…so nice…”

Soldier cuddled back, running his broad hand through her dark hair. “You beautiful woman! Every time I look at you, I want to kiss you like there’s no tomorrow!”

“Do it,” came Zhanna’s gleeful reply. When Soldier obliged with numerous kisses on her cheeks, lips and neck, she giggled.

Just then, a knock at the door yanked the lovers out of their moment of tenderness. Zhanna quickly untangled herself from Soldier, calling out, “I am coming!”

She got up and went to the door, undoing the locks before opening it. Heavy stepped it, smiling warmly at her. “Hello, sister,” he greeted. “Someone want to see you.”

“Oh?” When Zhanna widened the door, Olivia could be seen standing there. “Olivia!”

“Hi!” Olivia chirped, just as Zhanna knelt down and wrapped her in a sound hug. Olivia returned the hug, and after a few seconds, she looked up. “How come you have to be in this room?”

“Safety,” Zhanna explained, rising back up carefully. “To protect me and baby,” she gestured to her belly with her prosthetic hand.

“Oh…” Olivia stepped into the room and looked around, wrinkling her nose. “It seems boring, all you have is a TV!”

“Nonsense!” Soldier barked, and he held up a game of Scrabble, still in its unopened and unwrapped box. “We have this good old American game of Chances!”

Olivia squinted at the box. “No, that’s Scrabble! You should get books in here - I have lots of books! I have one that’s about King Arthur,”

“Oh, books are nice,” Zhanna agreed, taking her seat on the sofa again. “Mama gave me…books on tape? Yes, that’s what they are called,” she held up a box full of tapes, as well as a small tape-player.

Olivia stepped over to the box, peeking inside. “So, they’re books? But someone reads them to you on a tape?”

“Yes,” Heavy confirmed, pulling up a chair so he could sit as well. “I have many, but I prefer real book. Is always better.”

“Books make me tired. Need the tapes,” Zhanna grunted, laying back and fiddling with the tape player. “How I use this?”

Heavy reached forward, gesturing for Zhanna to give him the device. “Let me show you,”

While Heavy helped Zhanna with the cassette player, Olivia heard someone approaching the open door. She glanced up, seeing Medic standing there.

“How is everything?�� Medic wanted to know, stepping into the room.

“Everything is fine,” Heavy assured with a warm smile, reaching into the box of tapes to insert one in. “Zhanna will have books to listen to, to pass time in here.”

“Good,” Medic agreed with a nod. “But there’s something I must tell you: Dell’s father, Fred, has actually been alive this entire time.”

Heavy’s eyes widened, and he went quiet for a few seconds. “Alive?” he managed finally. “But…”

“I know,” Medic sighed. “We all thought Spy killed him, but he’s been in a coma this entire time in the basement of a hospital. Dell just called me from there, and he believes Fred was placed in a medically induced coma.”

Zhanna screwed up her mouth for a moment, and then asked, “Does that mean…doctors put him to sleep on purpose?”

“Yes, Zhanna, that’s exactly what that means,” Medic confirmed with a nod. “Although we do not know why this could have happened, so…” he took a breath. “I will be heading over there shortly to bring Fred out of that coma.”

There was a pause. Soldier spoke up, “Don’t do that! Have you lost your sad little European mind!?”

“Hush,” Heavy gave Soldier a glare, watching as he crossed his arms but complied. Heavy sighed, looking back up at Medic. “I do not think this is good idea, Doktor…he was on enemy team. He will want revenge, too.”

“Oh, please,” Medic scoffed. He said, pausing, "The man has been in a coma for almost a year; he is not going to have the strength to attack any of us. At least, I hope he doesn't."

“Who are you talking about?” Olivia wanted to know, tugging on the corner of Medic’s coat.

Medic blinked, glancing down at her. “Oh - do not worry about it, Olivia. It’s just some business I have to attend to, is all,”

“Would you like me to go?” Heavy asked, voice gentle.

Medic thought about it for a moment. “Well…if you’d like. Do you want to?”

Heavy glanced over at Zhanna, taking a breath. “I…do not know. I should stay here and protect sisters, mama…”

“Misha,” Zhanna sat up taller, nudging her brother with her prosthetic hand. “We will be fine. I will not break, and we have Jane here,” she gestured to Soldier. “Do what you want, please,”

Heavy pursed his lips in thought, before leaning in to embrace Zhanna tightly. “All right…I trust you, sister. Stay very, very safe!”

Zhanna hugged back, humming. “Yes!”

As Heavy pulled away to join Medic, he stopped for a moment to give Olivia a quick hug. “You be safe, too,” he instructed her, his broad hand adjusting her bow.

Olivia nodded, hugging him in return. “Yep!”

Medic bid goodbye to her as well, before accompanying Heavy to the car outside. Once they were gone, Olivia climbed up on the couch and nudged Soldier.

“Who are they going to see?” She prodded, hoping he would be honest with her.

Soldier scooped Olivia up, swiftly placing her onto his knee. “They’re going to go wake up one of those old team members! The ones who worked for your dad!”

“...oh,” Olivia suddenly realized she hadn’t thought about those people in a very long time. “They’re alive?”

“Just two,” Zhanna informed, curling up next to Soldier and laying her head on his shoulder. “One is a woman I blew up. But she is alive again and trying to kill me. The other is…” she trailed off, and then looked to Soldier. “Who you say he was?”

“Engineer’s dad!” Soldier affirmed. “Did you ever meet him?”

Olivia shrugged, picking at her nails a little. “Maybe. I don’t remember…” Those days felt far behind her, even if they had not been terribly long ago.

Zhanna frowned, shooing Olivia’s hands away from each other. “Do not do that, is not good for you…”

Soldier grunted in thought. “I hope the other ones don’t come back…that would be very bad! Even after what they did to your dad–”

Olivia suddenly looked up, alarmed. “What did they do?”

Soldier fell silent, and Zhanna understood then that no one had ever told Olivia the truth about her father's death.

“Jane,” Zhanna placed her hand on his shoulder, encouraging him not to keep speaking. She then turned to Olivia and pulled her into another hug. “Is all right…”

Olivia felt her heart beating fast, but she accepted the hug anyway. She buried her face in Zhanna's hair and mumbled, "I didn’t…I didn’t know what happened,”

Soldier huffed, embarrassed. “Hell on earth! I shouldn’t have said anything…”

Zhanna reached over with her free arm, pulling him into the hug. “Is all right. Hug.”

Right then, Miss Pauling approached the doorway, looking around. “There you are, Olivia!” she walked inside, closing the door behind her a little. “Zhanna, you should really keep this door closed at all times. That’s what safe rooms are for.”

Zhanna waved her off. “Is fine,”

“Well…okay,” Pauling sighed, and she beckoned Olivia. “Your mom’s looking for you, Olivia, she’s getting ready to leave for the evening,”

Olivia nodded, climbing off of Zhanna’s lap and hopping to the floor. “Okay…”

As she bid the others farewell for the evening, she made an effort not to dwell about what she had discovered. However, this would prove to be quite the challenging task.

At the same time, further away, Bea had followed tire marks leading from the mansion and through the woods. She went smoothly through the woods despite her age, even if she nearly tripped over a few tree roots.

To mark her trail along the way, she stuck a series of brightly colored pencils in the soil every now and again. This would be useful to find her way back, and to ensure that she didn't unintentionally end up going in a circle. Being alone, it wasnt easy to try and find the new base, but it wouldnt be impossible. She had made promises to her sister and to herself that she would exact revenge and do it safely. She merely needed to keep both promises, now.

Bea paused, checking to see if a mark in a patch of wet soil was a shoe print or a tire print. She knelt down again, seeing that it was indeed a tire print, and that it had come from the West, according to her compass. She placed the compass back into her bag, and then got another pencil out, sticking it in the grass nearby. She was grateful for the reflective metal trim on the pencils, which would help her find them if it became dark and she needed to use a flashlight.

As Bea climbed to her feet, she had a bittersweet thought: she had taught this strategy to her team on a mountain range trip years before. They had thought it odd that she had used pencils instead of the official trail-markers, but she remembered from their reactions that they thought she was clever. She also joked about burning the pencils for firewood if they got stuck somewhere, even though they wouldn't have needed them with her resources. Those days felt so far behind her, yet they also felt as though they’d only happened yesterday.

Bea thought back to the walks she and Zelda used to take as children as her good eye scanned along the trail. This wasn’t too different from where they’d used to walk - in fact, it probably wasn’t too far from where they had once walked. How strange…was there a time in her life that she once tread that same soil, but as a small child?

Those walks had been a high point of Bea’s early childhood. She had been far too young when she and Zelda lost their parents, and therefore she could not remember them. Her earliest memories were of snuggling up in an old scarf with Zelda, reading through an old book of stories that had somehow survived the ruins of their burning home.

Wandering along street corners, gathering food from trash cans behind restaurants and bakeries, often relying on the kindness of others to get what they needed...these were the early experiences that formed Bea's developing mind. Rather than a mother, she had her sister, who was still just a little girl herself. They fought to survive together, and Zelda's magical knowledge and abilities aided them in their efforts.

However, despite the hardship, young Bea loved to play outside when the weather was warm. She would sit in the grass and pretended she had a house of her own, with a big leafy bed and a protective roof above her head. She pretended she was a princess or a delicate woman, with a wonderful huge mansion to have tea parties and remain warm in when the air became cool. Yet she and Zelda were more like street urchins risking everything to survive rather than princesses or ladies.

One autumn day, though, the girls’ luck would change. When they realized that their favorite bakery no longer disposed of their day-old bread in the usual location, the sisters traveled to the opposite side of town in pursuit of nourishment. They had their sights set on an old Italian restaurant and headed straight to the trashcans outside to look for leftovers.

All of the sudden, the door burst open, and a voice began to shout at the two, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”

Little Beatrice, only six, jolted and scuttled behind her sister for protection. Zelda, who was eleven at this time, gave the man a fearless glare while still quivering.

“We’re just getting food!” Zelda insisted with a shaky voice. “Leave us alone!”

The gray-haired Italian man with the thin mustache instantly realized the girls' situation. His voice softened, “Where are your parents?”

“We don’t have any!” Beatrice informed him, but Zelda shushed her.

“Aw, God,” the man sighed. “Orphans, huh? Don’t stay out here! C’mon, you have any idea how cold its gonna get?”

He served the girls a hot lunch of just-made meatballs, sauce, and bread after ushering them inside. Later, they learned his name was Lorenzo Ricci. Lorenzo took in the two girls as adoption laws were lenient at the time, and they were never homeless again.

In their new home, Bea and Zelda spent many evenings doing homework while munching on leftover mozzarella. Not only did Lorenzo refer to the girls as his daughters, but the wait staff quickly grew fond of them. The entire staff joined in to buy Zelda and Bea presents, making that year's birthday celebrations the greatest they'd ever had.

Bea made a few friends throughout the years, but the friendships never seemed to last - not because of arguments or fallouts, but rather because of waning interest. She'd have a best friend who did everything with her one year, then that friend would meet someone else and never speak to her again the next year. It made Bea very upset, and for a long time, she wondered if something was wrong with her. Why else would no one stay around here? That had to be something fundamentally broken and wrong with her if no one wanted to be by her side, or so she though. She saw her peers have lasting friendships and friend groups, but she could never seem to attain the same.

By the beginning of her senior year, Beatrice almost had no friends. She tried not to let it affect her too much since she preferred being alone on occasion, but she spent many nights wondering over what was wrong with her.

One afternoon, Bea wandered into the apartment after arriving home from school, collapsed on the sofa, and began sobbing loudly.

Zelda, who was now working as a waiter at the restaurant downstairs, raced in after hearing her sister's sobs.

“Beatrice, what’s the matter?” Zelda asked frantically, sitting on the sofa and pulling Bea into her arms.

Bea sought the comfort of her sister’s arms, pressing close and hugging her tightly. As her sobs calmed and she relaxed into the feeling of Zelda stroking her hair, she found her voice: “Zelda, am I fat? Is that why no one likes being around me?”

Zelda paused, and she looked down at her sister with concern. “What? What are you talking about?”

Bea sat up and wiped her eyes, trying to take a few calming breaths. “When I was walking home today, I ended up behind Michael Hamish - you know, the principal’s son?”

“Yes, I remember…” Zelda rolled her eyes. “What did he do this time?”

“He…when he and his friends noticed me, they started to laugh and made mooing noises at me,” she scowled as she cast a downward gaze at her figure. “I’m fat, aren’t I?”

“That bastard,” Zelda grunted under her breath. She slipped her arm around her sister’s shoulders, hugging her close again. “None of this is your fault, Beatrice…”

“I’m so tired of him, of everyone who treats me like that!” Bea sobbed. “Why can’t I have someone who’s on my side for once?”

Zelda pulled away slightly, seeming a bit hurt by the comment. “I’m on your side,”

“I know…” apologetic, Bea pulled her sister close for another hug. “But, I mean…a group of friends. People who are like me,”

“You and I have each other, Beatrice,” Zelda assured, running her hand through her hair. “And we both have Lorenzo, and this whole place…you don’t need anyone else.”

Bea frowned a little at that, but she sat up and wiped the remaining tear stains off her face. “But…what do I do? I want to fight back, but Lorenzo doesn’t want me to fight anyone, he doesn’t want me to get in trouble…”

“I know,” Zelda patted her sister’s cheek gently. “Although, I suppose you would only get in trouble if you got caught.”

At that moment, the door opened, and Lorenzo called from downstairs, “Zelda! The dinner rush is starting, we need you down here!”

Zelda popped up off the sofa, smoothing her dress out and reaching for her apron. “I’ll be right back! Here, I’ll turn on the radio for you,” she reached over and switched the tableside radio on, letting the music flow through. “Just relax, Beatrice.”

As Zelda headed downstairs to join Lorenzo, Bea sat alone in the living room, listening to the radio. She shook her head, grunting as a bit of her own long hair got into her mouth by mistake. Her thoughts began to wander, and in her lonely, angry state, she realized she no longer wanted long hair.

She grabbed a pair of craft scissors from her schoolbag and quickly entered the bathroom. The haircut was a blur, but before she knew it, there was a pile of her own hair in the sink. Bea washed the lingering hair from her hands before gathering the rest and putting it in the garbage, but that's when she spotted herself in the mirror.

It was…her. Of course, that was obvious, as it was her reflection, but this was different. Despite the fact that her hair was visibly messy as it had been cut in a hurry, this image of herself was who she was suppose to be. She ran one of her hands through it, watching how easy it was to style now and how the sight of it made her care less about her size. In an instant, she had shifted into herself.

Bea raised her head in different directions, thinking for a moment on how chaotic and unfeminine her new appearance was. She felt different all of the sudden: she felt more confident in herself, now.

Her mind went back to Michael Hamish. She thought about how he had teased her that day, and all the days before…she wouldn’t let that happen again. A box of matches sat on the window sill, which Bea picked up and stashed in her pocket. From that moment on, she knew who she was, and she wouldn’t let herself be shamed again.

In the present, there was an odd itch irritating Bea’s arm. Bea shook herself out of her memories and scratched at it, trying to focus on the tracks in front of her. She was approaching the desert, now, and she was starting to get a feeling that she was close to the base.

She scratched at the itch again, but then it hit her: that was were Zelda had drawn the sigil on her.

Bea hastily pulled up her sleeve as she observed the glowing light emerging from the ink marking. She remembered what her sister had told her about the sigil’s meaning, and she knew that Zelda was in danger.

“No, no, no,” Bea murmured, flying into a panic. She pivoted on her heel and hurriedly followed the pencils she'd placed as markers, trying to recollect where the herbal supply shop was.

There was no way she would abandon her sister.

#WWHOWHWOHWOHWH FINALLY DONE #writing #my writing #tf2 #tf2 fanfic #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 scoutma #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 merasmus #tf2 zhanna #tf2 soldier #tf2 olivia mann #tf2 miss pauling #tfc pyro #tf2 ocs #did i miss anyone #oh well

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beezonia · 1 year

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Frost Family - Prologue

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“So who is it you’re inviting again Scott? I mean is it a surprise, you don’t have to tell me!”

The voice of Carol Calvin is heard interrogating her husband. She sits with a hand on the baby bump, her second child is coming soon.

“My cousin Holly, you know the brunette wears really chunky glasses because she thinks she looks cool in them.” He replies

Carol nods remembering the first time she met Scott’s sweet cousin.

“The music teacher! Oh yes she was so sweet, and kind, she brought a fruit basket the last time she visited.” She hums

Scott scoffs, mumbling a quick “show of” under his breath before dialling a number he had nearly forgotten.

It rings for a few minutes before the woman answers.

“Scott Calvin. Something up over there that needs me?!” It’s her or well her voice.

Holly Davis is still one of the sweetest people Scott knows, his cousin always putting others before herself no matter the situation.

In a way it kind of bugs him, maybe she secretly did have it out for him.

“Not quite, you wanna come visit Carol and I for Christmas with that new fiancé of yours?”

He hears a gasp over the phone, then a few squeals followed by shouting.

“Of course Scott! I’m not doing much for Christmas this year cause dad’s vacationing with Andrea and mom is with aunt Vera again, so yeah I’m down to visit!”

Scott smiles at the enthusiasm of his cousin, one of the many things he admired about her was that Holly managed to stay positive and with a smile on her face every day.

God knows how though? He wouldn’t last a minute if he tried.

“Great! Looking forward to seeing you little cus.” It’s soft

He had always had a soft spot for his cousin, but he if he was older she stuck up for him no matter what, acting like the adult when the were just little kids.

“Same goes for you big guy, say hi to Carol for me!”

He mumbles an answer, saying his goodbye. Then after a few beats the line goes dead, Holly’s warm presence is no longer there and Scott is feeling some sort of emptiness but he doesn’t dwell on it.

He wonders if Holly would ever come and uproot her life and join them in the North Pole. Scott missed having his baby cousin around but of course they now had even more separate lives so he didn’t expect much.

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Celeste didn’t have time for this, no. Nothing should be holding the elf back from getting to the small office her and a few other friends shared.

The Elf Protection Society (EPS for short) was something she had come up with about 2000 years ago along with her girlfriend Babs. Designed to protect any Elf no matter the problem.

The only problem was. Non of the council had actually acknowledged or even cared to ask about it. Now Celeste understands their all busy and stuff needs to be prepared otherwise the balance of seasons will go cuckoo.

But why would they not care? ESPECIALLY SANTA!

It was to help HIS elves after all, so she really didn’t understand why they were being forced into the shadows over and over.

The elf did have an idea, prove to Santa and the council they could help with something big and maybe just MAYBE they could become official!

Oh Celeste prays to whatever god could hear her to answer or just give her a small sign.

“Hey Celeste! I gotta ask a favour.”

It’s Santa, welll that wasn’t expected but it was appreciated thanks god.

“Hey Santa, what’s up?!” The elf replies

Cheerfully of course she couldn’t let on how she was really feeling oh god that wouldn’t be fair on the already busy Santa.

He’s rubbing his chin, looks like he’s trying to come up with a more civil way to say what he wants.

“My Cousin, you know Holly is coming up again and obviously because I foolishly said I’d let Jack stay here in the North Pole this year,” he takes a deep breath before continuing “ I need you and your group to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t wreak havoc again.”

Celeste smirks, he was worried Jack was gonna make a move on his cousin. The elf loved Holly, she’d help them with baking and toy making! The woman would even play some music to keep the spirits up whenever she’d visit!

“Suuure. What’s in it for us though?” She asks

Santa stares at her wide eyed, not realising or remembering that the elf would do anything as long as she got something in return.

“I guess, if you prove that you can look after him. The EPS can become a proper part of Christmas.” Is the answer

Holy candy canes, this was it! The moment Celeste had been waiting for, the Gods had really blessed her today!

“YOU HAVE A DEAL!” She cheers

But little did the elf know that the same deal would cause chaos and shake the balance of the seasons.

Things in the North Pole where about to get interesting, as soon as Jack Frost and Holly Davis crossed paths.

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Hello! It’s here, I hope you like this and if you do don’t be afraid to leave a comment!

I’ll slowly slowly be updating this as I go on but probably will post snippets and little au lore things!

Anyway I hope you enjoy the frost family au!

#the santa clause ocs #the santa clause #the santa clause au #frost family au #scott calvin #carol calvin #ocs

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blossomingbellflower · 1 year

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Once, a long time ago, the hanyou had refused to come down from the branches to be in her company. Not that it was her fault—of course not— but the tiny human gremlins surrounding her made him reluctant with their curious stares and constant babbling. Now, that memory was playing before his eyes and tugging at his aching heart as the village kids claimed her attention, briefly pulling on her hands or clothes and showing her the weeds and few herbs they pulled out of the ground. They grew quiet and wary when he approached, slowly returning to playing with each other on the fields as he squatted down by her side. "Dunno how you managed to deal with kids all the time," he muttered after a beat of quiet. "I would've lost it if they wanted to gab my ears off or pull my hair—but you've always been good at it." [ the idea popped in my head and I had to give it to you uwu i missed you too <3 ]

Unprompted asks|| @museguided

🏹 Kikyou’s smile remained on her fair countenance as the hanyou approached. The children, while wary at first, seemed to eventually forget about his presence and returned to their squealing and giggling. Most children had incredibly short attention spans which sometimes worked in their favor. It also most likely helped that Kikyou was there to oversee them. Being amicable and a priestess, were just one of the many reasons children gravitated towards her or their parents trusted her to keep their children safe.

No matter the reason, Kikyou had infinite patience for the young ones. After all, she did raise Kaede..until her first passing. One could also say she was gifted with strong maternal instincts, which was why she enjoyed her time with the children. The need to nurture, love and protect them was ingrained into her very soul.

Kikyou had once wanted to have a family of her own. To live simply like any ordinary woman. The miko almost had that..She had been so close..but it was robbed by Naraku. The unborn child in her stomach died that very day alongside her. All her dreams were burnt with her corpse.

“I think it is something that my soul had been born with. A softness for children that simply grew over time.”, she answered lightly, looking towards him. “It is the duty of the strong to care for the weak and..I enjoy it..even when they are causing mischief or trouble.” Slender fingers reached out to gently brush some of those tresses of his from his face.

“There are many explanations for myself but..you are also pretty good with them. I remember how patient you used to be with Kaede.”, she chuckled softly, brown hues twinkling with mirth. “And Inuyasha..if they did that, your reaction would be understandable.” His ears were sensitive and children needed to learn boundaries. Kikyou could not nor would she fault him if he lost his temper.

That said, a situation like that would need to be addressed carefully and with gentleness.

“At the end of the day, beloved, you will protect them. Keep them from harm and watch over them. It is okay to have a threshold for dealing with children. Just..remember that they are still learning of the world. They are inquisitive. Mistakes will be made as they grow..so as the older ones, we must be patient with them.”

#||museguided||#||ic||#[this was so cute---SO SOFT--SO SWEET with a little bit of angst in there uwu]

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive. It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them. It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex. But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand. In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically. He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family. You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks. Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again. Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival. Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English. Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment. You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different. He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms. Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him. As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you. No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner. His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side. “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs. Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap. You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck.

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder. You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you. “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued. “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least? Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly. You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him. But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal. “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you? Tako očajno…” he chuckled. You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips. “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied. “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip. You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go. You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him. But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant. “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like. And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly. “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track. “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into. You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted. “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare. Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove. “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate. And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth. “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples. “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock. I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting. “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two. And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected. “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance. It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see. Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side. But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long. “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress. “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come. You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you. “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers. “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste. You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression. They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option. He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly. Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep. You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned. "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck. “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you. Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him. He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years. Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

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