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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 6

Hi , do you got any fluffy johnlock with cuddling

(submitted by here-4-tha-ship)

Anonymous asked: hiii got any johnlock fics where sherlock wants a hug but he feels embarrassed to ask john? thank you sm <3

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Hi Lovelies!! I sure do! And enough to do a new list too!! So thank you, people don’t ask for this enough these days hahhah! Hope you enjoy!!

See also:

Hugs & Cuddles and Tooth-Rotting Fluff (Pt. 2)

Hugs & Cuddles Pt. 2 /…/

…/ Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 /…

Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 4

Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 5

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, 5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin (E, 15,213 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Rugby as Foreplay, Porn with Lots of Plot, John POV, Ogling, Body Appreciation, Cranky Sherlock, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Touching, Heavy Petting, Blow Job, Botttomlock) – In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all.

Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION || Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #hugs and cuddles #my fic recs #fluff fics #submission

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phykios · 3 years

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marmaromenos, 2/?, percy and poseidon for CommanderBear on ao3 :) [read on ao3]

June, 1444

Percy tilted his head back, staring up at the great, beautiful beast of a church which loomed before him, the one they called St. Sophia, the house of holy wisdom. Everyone in Constantinople knew of this church, of course, towering above the city as it did, a beacon for the men and women of Christendom. Supposedly, travelers from all over the world came to marvel at the sight, at the architectural marvel of the ancient Romans.

Personally, Percy thought it looked a little lumpy.

Though he supposed it was more impressive than his mother’s temple, with its stone walls instead of wooden beams. Certainly it was much larger.

He was surprised none of the church guards thought to throw him out, looking as bedraggled as he did. Dirty and travel-worn, with ripped clothes just barely covering his myriad of injuries, he must have looked as one of the homeless children who haunted the street corners, begging for coin or food from kind passersby. Percy was not at all fit to wander such exalted halls.

Yet wander he did, right up to a guard with a scar on his hand in the shape of a triangle, and with an air of bravery which he did not truly feel, Percy said to the man the words which he had been instructed to say, “I seek an audience with the emperor.”

The guard looked at him over his nose, unimpressed. “Then get yourself to the palace.”

“I request an audience with the Panellenios.” Still the guard stared blankly at him. But Percy had been warned he might be stubborn. “With Zeus Olumpios.”

The man narrowed his eyes.

Percy glared right back, for he could be a thousand times more hard-headed than any man.

“Have you been granted an audience?” he asked, after some time.

“No, but--”

“Then he shall not see you,” said the guard. “No appointment, no audience--no exceptions.”

“Oh, I wager he will make an exception,” Percy said, grasping the hilt of the sword which hung around his waist. It seemed to have shrunk on the journey back to Constantinople, now quite easily sized for him, where before it had clearly been forged for a much larger man, though the golden hilt was no less intricate, finely wrought with scenes of war and triumph, with a precision only found in the forges of Hephaestus.

Blankly, the guard looked at the sword on Percy's hip--then paled in sudden recognition. "Is that--?"

"Indeed," said Percy. "Would you like me to prove it?" And he made to unsheathe the lightning.

“No, no!” hissed the man, taking Percy’s shoulder and pulling him into a shadow. “Please, none of that here.”

Percy gave him a pointed look.

The man sighed. “Follow me.” Then, looking over his shoulder, he led them through the metal doors, into the church.

The first thing Percy noted was the walls. They were purple and green and white, cross sections of marble joined together in a stone tapestry of color and texture. Even the floors were a part of this tapestry, worn smooth from the feet of a thousand pilgrims.

And then he looked up.

Percy gasped.

He knew houses of worship to be dark, solemn places, but light streamed into the house of holy wisdom from a hundred different sources. Percy felt as if he were standing at the bottom of a great canyon, looking up at the sun which peeked out from over the cliff. The golden dome, the one which Annabeth had spoken so highly of, it seemed to float on nothing but air, suspended from the heavens as the walls which supported it dissolved into sunlight. And the colors! Lavish mosaics decorated each surface, portraits of emperors and empresses rendered in gold and precious stones, lit with colored glasses of red and purple and blue, as if they had harnessed the power of Iris herself just to shine on the faces of rulers long since passed.

The guard hissed at him, beckoning him through the hall towards the sanctuary. Laying a hand against one of the marble panels, there shone a blue triangle, and before his very eyes, the marble split open, like two leaves of a book coming undone, until there was a doorway, and a set of circular stairs. “Go,” said the guard. “Do not keep them waiting.”

He did as the man told him, and ascended the stairs. He walked. And walked. And kept walking. At one point, he had to stop and rest a while, catching his breath, one hand braced against the wall. How high was this malakes staircase?

Finally, blessedly, he reached the top. The doors to Olympus opened as he approached, revealing to him the home of the gods.

Percy stepped out and nearly fell off.

He stood on a thin, stone walkway in the middle of the air. Below him was the blue dome of St. Sophia and the city of Constantinople, from the height of one of Zeus’ mighty eagles. Before him, white marble steps wound their way through the clouds, into the blue sky, where Percy beheld the peak of a mountain, its summit covered with snow. Clinging to the mountainside were dozens of palaces, each one grander than that of the emperor of Rome, all with white-columned porticos and bronze braziers glowing with a thousand holy fires. Precariously perched gardens bloomed with olive trees and rose bushes, figs and pomegranates hanging low, ripe for the taking, almost as colorful as the temples. On one side, Percy could discern a stone amphitheater built out of the side of the mountain, a hippodrome and a coliseum on the other, and an open-air market filled with colorful tents in between, a vibrant, thriving city plucked straight from the past.

Percy wondered at it all. How could this be? How could the people of the city of Constantinople live underneath such splendor and not see it for themselves?

In a daze, he walked forward. He passed a few giggling wood nymphs who threw olives at him from the safety of their garden, as hawkers in the market offered to sell him fine food and rich wines, just as the mortals did. Traveling through a beautiful park, he spotted the nine muses tuning their instruments, while a small crowd gathered before them, satyrs and naiads, handsome youths and beautiful girls, unburdened and carefree. None seemed worried about the prospect of an impending civil war. Indeed, the mood was festive and joyful.

Several turned to watch as he passed, whispering to themselves.

Climbing the main road, towards the glittering white and silver palace at the peak, Percy passed through the central courtyard, stepping into the throne room. And it was a room, as it was contained within four walls--but room did not quite clearly capture the enormity of the space. Even bigger than the hall of St. Sophia, massive columns rose to another domed ceiling, gilded not with mosaics, but with living, breathing, moving constellations. He spied Orion, the Dioscuri, and his namesake, Perseus, traveling across the sky in their endless celestial dance.

Twelve thrones, built for enormous beings, were arranged in an inverted U, just as they were with the villas at the agoge, complete with an enormous fire crackling in the hearth, right in the center. The thrones were vacant, save for two at the end: the head throne on the right, and the one to its immediate left. Percy did not have to be told who the two gods were which sat there, observing him, awaiting his approach. He could barely even look at them without feeling his flesh begin to tingle, as though his body were mere moments away from burning.

Zeus Olumpios, the lord of the sky, sat before him on a throne made of solid metal, white and shining, in a great, purple cloak, the color that was reserved for kings and emperors only, his face proud and handsome, but grim, stern eyes steely blue like thunderclouds. The air about him crackled, smelling of flowers, the heartbeat before a lightning strike.

The god sitting next to him was his brother, of that Percy had no doubt, but he could not have been more different. He reminded Percy a little of the fishermen that dotted the harbors of the city, in his simple, light tunic and well-worn sandals. His skin was deeply tanned, hands scarred from the cuts of a thousand fishhooks. His hair was black, like Percy's, on which rested a crown of celery leaves, and his face was dark and brooding, the same look which had branded Percy as a troublemaker. But his eyes, the color of the Bosphorus in the sunlight, like Percy's, were surrounded by sun-crinkles which seemed to indicate that he was a man prone to smiling.

His throne was a fisherman's chair, and at his side, instead of a fishing pole, was a giant, bronze trident.

The gods did not move nor speak, but there was a tension in the air, as if Percy had come to them at the conclusion of some great argument.

Percy approached the fisherman's throne, kneeling at his feet. "Father."

He did not dare look up.

To his left, Zeus spoke, his voice the echo of thunderclaps. "Should you not first address the master of this house, boy?"

He kept his head down.

"Peace, brother," said Poseidon. His voice stirred one of Percy's oldest, most treasured memories: that warm glow he recalled as an infant, the sensation of this god's hand upon his forehead. "The boy defers to his father--this is only right."

"You still claim him, then?" Zeus asked him. "You claim this child whom you sired against our most sacred oath?"

"I have admitted my wrongdoings," said Poseidon. "Now, I would hear him speak."

Percy's heart beat in his chest, a lump growing in his throat. Was that all he was to this mighty being? A wrongdoing? A mistake?

"I have spared him once already," Zeus grumbled. "Daring to fly through my domain... pah! I should have struck him from the sky as I once did to Bellerophon for his impudence."

"And risk destroying your weapon?" asked Poseidon, as calm as the sea after a storm. "Let us hear him out, brother."

Grumbling once more, he acquiesced.

"Perseus," said his father. "Look at me."

He did.

His face was inscrutable. Percy saw no sign of neither approval nor disapproval. It was as if he were attempting to discern the mood of the ocean, whether or not it would provide safe travels or turbulent waves, from only the stillness of the waters. He could not sense whether or not Poseidon was pleased with him, he realized, and, in some strange way, it did not trouble him. Had he been more affectionate or loving, it would have felt like a trick, like the magic of some monster, luring him to his demise.

"Address Lord Zeus, boy," he intoned. "Tell him of your tale."

And so did Percy relate everything as it had happened to him, the long and twisted tale of the lightning thief. He told Zeus of Medusa and the Erinyes, of Echidna in Thessalonica, of the treachery of the god of war and the revelations uncovered in the Underworld. He unbuckled the sword and sheath from his belt, which had begun sparking in the god's presence, and carefully laid it at his feet.

For a long while, there was nothing but silence, broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire.

Zeus opened his palm, and the weapon flew to its master's palm. As he closed his fist about the hilt, it transformed before Percy's very eyes, into a jagged length of metal, a five-meter javelin of arcing, hissing energy.

"I sense the boy is telling the truth," Zeus muttered. "But that Ares would do such a thing... it is most unlike him."

"He is proud and impulsive, my lord," said Poseidon. "Something of a family trait, I believe."

Percy swallowed. "Lord?"

"Yes?" They said together.

"I do not feel that Lord Ares acted alone. There was another... a shadowy puppetmaster, operating just beyond his knowledge."

"How do you mean?" asked Zeus.

In one final, vicious confrontation, Percy had faced the god of war in single combat on the shores of Aitne. Though he had managed to land a blow on the god, striking his ankle, Ares had been poised to strike him down... until a strange, cold presence had seemed to cease the flow of time, causing Ares to stay his hand, a momentary breath of evil which had dogged his dreams, and Percy too told of this. "In my dreams, the voice bade me to bring the bolt to the Underworld, a voice that Ares seemed to have heard as well in his. I believe he was being used to start a war."

"So you do accuse Hades, then?" Zeus asked.

"No, Lord Zeus--I have been in his presence, and it was not what I felt on the beaches of Aitne. Rather, it was the same feeling I had when I got too close to the pit of Tartarus." For that was what it was, he suddenly realized. Something stirred down there, something evil and powerful... and older even than the two gods which sat before him.

Glancing at each other, the lords of sea and sky engaged in a quick, intense discussion in the ancient tongue, which Percy could not follow, though he was able to catch a single word: Father.

"We shall speak of this no more," said Zeus. "I shall personally go to purify this thunderbolt in the waters of Lemnos, removing the human taint from its metal."

He rose, looking at Percy, who stared back, willing everything in him not to flinch.

Then, his countenance softened, just a touch. "You have done me a service, boy. Few heroes could have accomplished as much."

"I was not alone, my lord," he said. "The satyr Aegidius, and Annabeth Fredriksdotter--"

"To show you my thanks, I shall spare your life. I do not trust you, Perseus of Constantinople, and I do not like what your arrival may portend for the future of Olympos. But for the sake of peace in the family, I shall let you live."

How magnanimous of him. "Thank you, sir."

"Do not let me find you here upon my return. Otherwise you shall taste this bolt--and it shall be your last sensation."

Thunder shook the hall of the gods, and with a blinding flash of lightning, Zeus had gone.

Percy was alone in the throne room with his father.

Poseidon sighed. "Your uncle," he said, rubbing at his nose with a finger, "always did have a flair for dramatic exits. Perhaps he should relieve his son as the god of theater, no?"

Percy could find no proper response to such a question. He was not certain that, even though he was no longer present, his words would not reach the god's ears. "Sir," he said instead, "what was the thing in the pit?"

The god regarded him. "Have you not already guessed?"

He had. "Kronos. The Titan king."

Even in the throne room, as far away from the pit as could be, the name darkened the room, cooling the warmth of the hearth fire at his back.

Poseidon gripped his trident, a calming gesture. "At the close of the First War, Zeus cut our father, Kronos, into a thousand pieces, just as Kronos had down to his own father, Ouranos, a generation prior. Zeus then cast Kronos' remains into the darkest pit of Tartarus. The army of the Titans was scattered, their fortress destroyed, their monstrous allies driven to the furthest corners of the earth--yet the Titans cannot die, any more than we gods can. Whatever is left of Kronos is still alive, in some hideous way, conscious in his eternal pain, hungering for power."

"He's healing," he said. "He is returning."

But Poseidon shook his head. "Over the eons, Kronos has stirred. He will enter men's nightmares, breathing evil thoughts, awakening restless monsters from the depths. But to suggest that he could rise from the pit is another thing."

"That is what he intends, father!" Percy insisted. "That is what he desires!"

"My lord brother has closed discussion on this matter," he said. "He will allow talk of Kronos no longer. You have completed your quest, child. That is all you need to do."

"But--" Percy stopped himself. Arguing would do him no good, and would very possibly anger the only god who he had as an ally. "...As you wish, father."

A faint smile played on his lips. "I see that obedience does not come naturally to you, then."

Percy shrugged. "No, sir."

"I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea is a wild thing, and it does not like to be restrained." Grasping his trident, he rose to his full height, then he shimmered, shrinking until he became the size of any fisherman in Constantinople, standing before him. "You must go now, child. But first, know that your mother has been returned from the Underworld."

Percy gasped. "My mother?"

"Even the Lord of Death pays his debts. You will find her at her home."

His heart pounded in his chest. His mother, that wondrous woman, he had left to the tender mercies of Hades, and he had indeed been merciful. So overcome with emotion, he nearly asked if this god, this divine being, would accompany him home to see her. As if Poseidon would deign to walk the streets of Constantinople, mingling amongst the mortals. And besides… if he had thought to visit her all these years, there was not much that would have prevented him from already doing so.

Poseidon’s eyes took on a little sadness, like clouds on the far off horizon. “When you return home, my son, there will be an important choice which you must make, and a parcel waiting for you there.”

“A parcel?”

“You will understand when you see it. This is my wisdom to you, Percy, that you must decide your own path. No one can choose it for you.”

He nodded, though he did not quite comprehend.

His face cleared, then. “Your mother is a queen among women,” he said, wistful for his former paramour. “I had not met such a mortal woman in quite some time. And yet, I do feel some… regret, child, that you were born. I have doomed you to a hero’s fate, and a hero’s fate is never a happy one.”

Percy looked away, hoping that his hurt did not show. “I--I do not mind, father.”

“Not yet, perhaps,” he said. “Yet still, ‘twas an unforgivable error on my part.”

Percy bowed, stiff and awkward. He could not bear it any longer, and he knew a dismissal when he heard one. “I shall take my leave of you, then.”

But he had not taken five steps when he heard his father call his name again. “Perseus.”

He turned.

There was a different kind of light in his eyes, now, a sort of fiery pride. “Do not misunderstand me, Perseus. You did very well. Whatever else you do, know that you are mine, a true son of the sea god.”

As he walked back through the city of the gods, towards the dome of St. Sophia, conversations ceased. The muses paused their revelry. Satyrs and naiads, gods and goddesses, and all matter of immortal beings turned towards me, their faces filled with respect and gratitude, and as he passed, they knelt, paying tribute to a hero.

#yeah that's right bitches i'm still here #marble timestamps #the marble king #my fic #especially if you're their kid

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kpopchangedme · 5 years

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In-Depth | Jackson Wang [M]

Ambushing Jackson in the locker room for an interview was a bad idea. Now you might find out why his talents outside the basketball court are also praised by the masses...

Protagonists: Jackson Wang & You

Word Count: 3,4k

Genre: NSFW - F*ck Boy - University - Strangers - SMUT - [Drabble 2k]

Prompts: “Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it?” + “Don’t touch what’s not yours”

**explicit content* *dirty talk* *female oral* *unprotected intercourse (DON’T)* *worship* *breath play* *what has my life become**

Requested by: @wangslut7 J’espère que tu vas aimer, je me suis un peu emportée... ;)))) and it turned really steamy...

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The man frowns walking in but barely slows down. You keep a wiped clean expression when his eyes detail you, sitting on the counter, wearing a long skirt and summer blouse. Your heart still skips a beat though, betraying your professional intentions. Glistening with sweat, Jackson Wang throws his gym bag on a wooden bench, still staring at you like you’re an apparition. It’s because you don’t fit in, shouldn’t be in a men’s locker room at 6 AM, but you intended that as a mind trick. Showing up at an unexpected place to get a scoop or an interesting interview… And Lord knows Jackson owes you one. He’s been blowing off your university newspaper for months; not showing up at scheduled interviews and avoiding the usual questions after a big game.

“Were you this desperate to see me naked?” He quirks a brow, flexing his bicep as he throws open his locker. There’s no question, he remembers what you’re here for, but it’s typical behaviour coming from him. You try to avoid noticing how his damp tank top clings to his back muscles but fail. In the end, your eyes drop to the safety of the notepad resting on your thighs.

“Is it true that your mother used to wake you up at 5 in the morning every day for stretching exercises?”

“Is that how you found me?” The hot player scoffs slightly deterred. “You know I don’t talk about my mother.”

“It’s alright,” you scribble something, unaffected by his coldness since you expected this reaction, “I already talked to her last Friday. Amazing lady, very nice and proud of you.”

His jaw clenches, “The game where I scored over 60 points? Write about that.”

“Everyone knows about that…” You reply confidently, holding his gaze. “I want to write something substantial, an in-depth interview about the real Jackson Wang.”

“Really?” A dangerous smile suddenly stretches Jackson’s face. “If I knew you wanted to have me deep, I would’ve made us happened sooner.” This doesn’t even make you flinch. Wang has a reputation, apparently, plenty of girls want an extensive experience with a self-obsessed Point Guard. He’s hot, you aren’t blind. Now that you’re standing alone in the same room as him, you can totally relate. You blink, trying to mask the effect the man has on you. “What’s your name, doll?”

Fricking. Doll.

“You’ve been told many times, but I guess you’re forgetful when women talk.”

“You’re smart,” Jackson chuckles, taking his sticky tank top off. You concentrate on his face, not letting your eyes wander lower on his ripped body. He’d like that way too much… And maybe you would too. “Join me in the shower, promise I’ll never forget you again.”

“Y/n, for the Uni’ paper. Remember it.” You nervously replace a strand of hair that went astray behind your ear. Suddenly the room feels very warm. “Do you have any favourite Chinese restaurants in town where a fan might run into you?”

“Are you always so frigid, doll? I could help with that.” Unphased, Jackson slips his fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts, sliding them down his thighs and calves in one swift go. Jesus, his briefs are gone too. Your whole face burns at his exposure, but he doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. He grins, observing your shyness and walks up to you. Instinctively, you press your back against the wall and your thighs together.

He attempts to steal your notebook, but you hiss like an animal, clutching to it and staring at the ceiling; “Don’t touch what’s not yours.”

“Feisty,” Jackson licks his lips, scrutinizing you, “I’m a traditional man... I’ll take you to my favourite place if you shower with me.”

You make the mistake of inhaling through your nose, he’s close now but you had not realized he was also in the air all around you. The manly scent of his sweat and skin is arousing, mind-numbing, you can almost taste him. Shit. Lord knows you aren’t made of stone. Being in the same room as a hot naked man is a bit much for your brain, especially if he’s hitting on you. Ambushing Jackson was a bad idea after all.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” The player’s gaze slide on your neck to the little triangle of bare skin in the middle of your chest. There’s nothing impressing there to see but still, he exhales softly, like he’s affected. “Or are you a good good girl, y/n?”

“I ask the questions,” you try one last time to sound convincing and get him to focus on the interview. “You’re naked.”

Ok, not a question.

“Oh yeah,” Jackson steps even closer, trapping you on the counter. His tanned shoulders glimmer rendered sticky by dried sweat from his morning training. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Fuck. People were right.

He’s dangerous, he has that little something that makes you lose your mind and go full-on primal. Your second mistake is to look down at his body. Until now you had managed to concentrate on his dark brown eyes or your surroundings.

Of course, Jackson Wang is ripped like a god, every muscle under his honey-toned skin shaped to perfection. When you see his already half-hard dick something in your lower stomach pinches violently. Screw the interview. You fell into your own trap this morning.

“You don’t look like you have a boyfriend,” he muses, unbothered by your silence. His right hand brushes your ankle, decidedly climbing your calf to your thigh under your skirt, leaving your skin electrified at the touch. It stops behind your knee. “You look like you’re imagining me fucking you raw on that counter.” Your breath hitches as he roughly pulls your leg until you’re against him. Instinctively your arms wrap around his bare shoulders to stay straight and he presses into your clothes. “Am I right?”

“I-I’ve never done that before.” You hush in admittance, shutting both eyes and already giving up. That sounded like a promising offer. Jackson Wang’s talents outside the court are also praised by the masses. You’re too turned on to care about his fuck boy ways or your interview anymore. You bet a guy like him and a girl like you isn’t the most unexpected thing to happen in this locker room.

“Of course, you haven’t,” Jackson chuckles lowly before kissing your throat, “But do you want to now?”

It’s not like you’ll see him again and to be honest you’ve been thinking about it since the first time you saw him. “Yes.” You don’t hang with the same crowd, might as well have fun with him.

Immediately, his hand climbs back under your skirt, reaching your panties only to get rid of them. “You’re such a good girl,” Jackson muses, not slowing down, “so open for me...” His voice is huskier than before, and you cling to him when his fingers meet your folds.

Your eyes open into his and you read his surprise at your wetness. You grind closer to his hand, craving friction and Jackson stares for a long second, frozen. Dropping your head in the crook of his neck, you repeat the motion and suck on his collarbone. He’s probably marvelling about how compliant you’re being. Should you have been playing hard to get? Thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind any longer and he exhales shakily, inserting his fingers inside you with ease. You smirk into his skin, he’s in for a joy ride, you’re full of surprises. You aren’t his usual type, just like he isn’t yours, but that doesn’t mean you are anything close to frigid.

“So wet,” He murmurs, curving his fingers and making you raise your pelvis, “you have the softest little pussy ever. Did you know that?” You grip his shoulders tighter, digging your nails in harshly. When you roll your hips forward to fuck his hand, Jackson laughs in disbelief. “Someone could walk in…”

“You’d better fuck me fast then.”

“Tsst,” he hisses in disappointment, shaking his head and claiming his hand back, “I didn’t become the best by half-assin’ things...”

“The best?” You curve a brow, observing as he suggestively licks his fingers clean.

“Yes, the best.” Jackson frowns, rolling up your skirt to expose you. He inhales sharply when he succeeds, “Such a pretty pussy, I bet it taste like heaven.” The words should feel cringey but with his low deep tone... It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to you. The guys you usually hook up with would never dare do anything like that anyway.

“Jesus.” You accidentally hit your head on the mirror in your back when Jackson presses a kiss on top of your pubis. He’s already going for it and he tugs at your legs again, pinning your ass down on the counter to allow himself better access. One of his thumbs digs your inner thigh while his other hand spreads your labia. “F-Fuck.” Jackson licks your cunt fully, lapping your juices off like it’s honey. You immediately fist his damp hair, holding to him.

“Delicious,” he groans, and your eyes roll back in your head. At the sound, you fell your insides tremble in answer. “I love to make good girls say dirty things…”

“J-Jackson,” you manage to get out haltingly as he teases you, stubble on his chin rubbing your private sensitive parts tortuously, “I’ll… die if someone walks in.”

“Why?” He chuckles, “You’re being so good right now...” He swirls his tongue on the bud of your clit and you cover your mouth to keep from embarrassing yourself. Ok, maybe this was the best damn decision of your entire life. Rumours were true, he is amazing at this. Your walls clench from pleasure when he inserts two fingers. Jackson builds you up easy and fast, sucking on your mound while his fingers curl and your hips jolt forward.

“Fuck!”

“So swollen, doll,” he hums in appreciation against your sex, “are you alright?”

“I-I…” You gasp for air, struggling to line up words that aren’t obscenities, but Jackson understands.

Your thighs are already shuddering of their own accord, out of control. He keeps working hard, circling, moving quickly. He’s relentless, tongue and hand merciless. Jackson keeps curving his fingers, holding your legs open with his whole body. You break after a particularly harsh suck on your clit and his fingers’ back and forth seems to hit something deeper buried inside of you. You come apart, crying out. Shivers run on your spine and goosebumps spread on your skin. Jackson holds you down as you jolt forward in ecstasy. His mouth remains, licking your sex clean of your arousal squirting out. When he finally stands, it’s only because you’re so overpowered you must push him back. You might come again right away if he keeps this up.

“Shit...” You curse, hand on your chest to calm your heartbeat. Your whole body feels numb and heavy. Jackson stares at you in awe, almost like he’s the one who just came. You never orgasmed that intensely with anyone before. What the hell just happened?

“Wow.” He breathes out, looking at you with round eyes instead of his usual smug smirk.

He’s also a wreck, full wet lips and messy hair sticking up in the air. When a man eats pussy like that, it’s clear he deserves to be praise to the skies. You can’t resist and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a first kiss. Jackson follows, crashing his mouth on yours without any restraint. Your tongues meet rudely, you’re both way past caring about being decent anymore. Eager, one of your hands runs down his tone body to get a hold of his erected dick. Jackson lets you work your magic, too busy kissing you and caressing your thighs to care. Your fingers course on his burning sticky skin, taking their time to graze his pecks, abs, sliding on his back to explore the muscles of his ass. When you finally take him in your palm, he instantly groans, snuggling closer. Amused, you stroke him a few times, smearing his precum with your thumb.

“I think you promised to fuck me…” You say although you aren’t sure you can take it anymore and he pauses his kissing, pulling back.

“Get down,” Jackson orders darkly, making a shiver of excitation run down your back. You obey, sliding down the counter to stand in front of him on your wobbly legs. If someone was to come in right now, they’d wonder what he’s doing naked when you are still fully clothed. Jackson presses a kiss on your lips one last time before spinning you towards the counter. Obediently, you bend over, staring at him in the mirror as he lifts your skirt again, taking his time. “Fuck, you have the best ass... Why hide it?” Jackson stops to firmly massage it with both hands, grunting and rolling his hips forward. His cock brushes your over-sensitive parts and you grip the counter, holding your breath for what’s to come. He doesn’t seem too stressed and keeps toying with your ass, rolling his palms to raise your cheeks and releasing your skin to watch them bounce.

“Jackson…” You bemoan and he meets your eyes in the mirror, a cocky grin plastered on. “F-Fuck me while I can still take it.”

He chuckles, pulling again until you’re practically bent in half. He rocks his hips, running his dick on your wetness and letting out a satisfied groan. “Don’t worry,” his jaw clenches in concentration as he aligns himself at your swollen entrance, “I’ll give you in-depth, one on one Jackson Wang, baby doll.”

You’re about to reply something snarky when he pushes in, making you forget whatever you were going to say. While one of his hands predictably stays on your ass, the other comes up to fist your hair. You arch, allowing him deeper. Jackson pulls back until his tip is almost completely out before thrusting forward powerfully. Unable to remain quiet, you cry when he fills you again, stretching your hypersensitive sex in the most delicious way.

“O-Oh, shit!” Jackson picks up a rough pace, fingers bruising your ass to hold you still. “Fuck!” You gasp every time your skins meet.

“Such a dirty,” he thrusts, almost making your teeth clatter, “dirty mouth!”

“Please, please don’t s-stop!” You beg and Jackson’s grin widens.

“Your pretty pussy is so soft and wet, doll.” He wipes sweat from his brows, still tugging at your hair. “I could fuck it forever.”

Your eyes shut at his words, and your walls clench around him. Waves of pleasure already course through your body. Jackson keeps going evermore, faithful to his claim. Every push now has you trembling, and he releases your hair, wrapping his hand to hold your throat instead. He doesn’t add pressure. The messy moans you’re letting out are vibrations on his palm, and it’s clearly doing things to him.

Jackson pants behind you, “Open your eyes.” He commands and you execute, holding his gaze in the mirror with heavy eyelids. “You’re so tight. S-Shit.” You clench once more around his cock and he groans, sliding a foot to spread your legs further apart. “Are you really…” He fucks harder and your whole body shudders unable to take it much longer. “… Gonna come again just like this? I haven’t done anything yet.”

You stare in disbelief, fighting a new rush of thrill. You’ve already came once; he must be kidding. “What else can you d-do?”

“Oh, doll…” Jackson chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “I am the best.”

You gulp, throat bobbing in his hand. Perhaps he’s just being cocky, but he’s been amazing so far… Your insides jitter and you cry out. Fuck, you aren’t going to be able to last forever, unlike a certain someone. As if aware of this, Jackson’s hand on your neck tightens lightly. The action limits your air supply but curiously, the new sensation isn’t horrible, far from it. Your eyes go wide when your lungs tingle in protestation. Jackson bites his lips, observing your expression in the looking glass. Weirdly enough, you’re even more turned on than before. The hand on your throat is distracting you from your throbbing, over-stimulated folds. Attentive, Jackson releases you and oxygen suddenly fills your burning chest, nearly making you come right away. You heave, letting out a litany of curses and clutching to the counter for dear life. Jackson laughs, thumb stroking your jaw gently as it relaxes.

“Again?” He asks and you surprise yourself by promptly nodding. His hand tightens around your throat once more and this time you’re more than ready. He keeps burying himself into you, your whole body is on fire, lungs and sex about to explode. Your thighs begin to shake violently and your back curves. You’re lightheaded, you’re about to break and come again. Knowing, Jackson releases the pressure at the right moment, letting air fills your lungs abruptly.

All those sensations at once are overwhelming. You cling to the counter, out of your mind when you come undone. You’re quaking, riding the waves of your second orgasm and Jackson gives up too. His muscles tense and his hips gradually come to a stop. He presses against your ass, twitching and emptying himself completely. His hot cum fills you in spurts.

You are still completely out of it when he pulls back and his cock falls out, done. Jackson is still short-winded, but he starts cleaning you off with a paper towel right away. His touch is strikingly delicate as he wipes what’s leaking down on your inner thigh.

“Your perfect pussy took it all so well, doll.” He whispers in your ear like it’s your secret to keep before kissing your neck. Your silence doesn’t seem to bother him much and he bends to pick up your discarded underwear. Jackson helps you step in like you’re an impotent little girl. For once in your life, you certainly feel like one. He even replaces your skirt expertly as nothing happened. You try to keep your thumping heart and you’re erratic breathing under control when he hugs you tightly.

Jackson Wang is actually hugging you… Minutes after fucking you into oblivion.

“Wait here,” he presses a series of pecks on your jaw, not minding your dazed state, “I’ll shower real quick.”

“Actually…” you are still holding onto the counter when he pulls away, “I should probably show–”

“You should probably sit here and wait for me, like a good girl.” Jackson grins widely, forcing you to go sit down next to his abandoned gym bag. “The swimming team has a morning practice at 7:30.”

“Oh!” Panicked, you turn to look at the digital clock on the wall. “I should go!”

“Stay,” Jackson doesn’t even bother looking back to see if you’re obeying. He’s already in the open massive showers, half-yelling to be heard over the running water; “Let’s grab breakfast if you don’t have plans!” You watch his back as he washes off any traces of you and his morning training. What’s left of his cum sticks inside your panties, it feels unfair that he’s the only one getting cleaned. Still, you choose to accept, curious at the perspective of sharing a meal with him but already hating yourself for being so excited about it.

“Okay,” you yell back, jumping on your shaky legs to fix your hair and makeup in the mirror where you just watched him fuck you, “but only because you still owe me an interview!”

“I’m sure you have plenty of amazing things to write about me now!” Jackson laughs, shutting the water off. “Then we can go to my place. I’ll show you what else I can do.”

You bite your lips, wiping a smudge of mascara from under your eye. “Sounds great,” you manage to reply just before he reappears in all his wet, steamy, god-like glory.

“Great,” A still very naked Jackson repeats, grinning like a little kid as he steps into his clean sweatpants, “you won’t regret it.” Perhaps clothes should be forever banned from campus. The thought never occurred to you before.

Cautiously exhaling, you feel the familiar pinch of arousal in your lower stomach watching him get dressed. Again? You’re still throbbing everywhere but apparently, you’re already excited for next round. Feeling your gaze on him, Jackson turns, winking as he puts his t-shirt on. His abs stretch deliciously before sadly ending up being covered.

“I’m sure I won’t…”

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are you like... ACTUALLY boss baby kin? :/ because ive been meaning to follow you but youre kin with someone from a kids movie? WTF?

Survival of the fittest.It is the law of the jungle.There is always someone trying to take away what is yours.How do I know?I almost passed me.Tim Templeton...Cease from monkeying around.The hot dogs are cooling.Hot dogs?At least I remember.Very good friend is lunchtime.I was seven ...and at that age, one depends on your imagination.Tim!Our heroe!Relax, Mom and Dad.I got this!HOT SAUCESujtense!Sometimes I rescued my parents.Over there!Other times, they me.- I lose control! - Tim, look out!Tree!I can not hear you well!Slow down, Tim!- Gira, Tim! - Turn!- You got hurt? - I'm fine.See those teeth.There were only three.Los Templeton.And three is the perfect number.Interesting fact.The triangle is the strongest shape in nature.It was the luckiest kid in the world.My parents had a great job!Company working for the world's largest pet:PerriCorp.- Yes, Mr. Francis. - PerriCorp you need.It is time to act.Working in an area called Marketing ...in throwing new products.Although my parents worked very hard ...always they reserved enough for me.Three stories, five hugs and my special song, okay?Done deal.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flightHey, Tim, how about having a little brother?No thanks. So I'm fine.Life was good. It was perfect.But go falling asleep ...something my parents said made me think.Where do babies come from?FAMILYFAMILYFAMILYFAMILYMANAGEMEN WELCOME TO MANAGEMEN A HEAD IN DIAPERSThe day he arrived my brother began like any other ...but I did not imagine ...that my life would never be the same.Wake up, shorty! They are 7 amWake up, shorty!Good day, Maguin!What great adventure is waiting for you today?Yes!My parents always said I had a very active imagination.But I remember clearly ...the baby came to us in a taxi.What?Oye!Tim, look who came!Say hello to your new baby.To me what?Little brother.I had a million questions.Who is that guy? What is he doing here?Why the suit?Why are you so fat? Why do I look like?Do you know karate? What's going on?Over there?- Good. - Good.From the beginning, she is yelling at everyone ...He gave them orders.You want this?Something was obvious. He was the boss.Shamelessly he puts his office in the middle of the house.He organized together.- Called? - Want to Mr. Squeaky?Many, many boards.Even in the middle of the night.I woke up, I woke up!- We're coming! - It did not take!If things were not done to your satisfaction ... immediatelyHe had a tantrum.- What about the bottle? - Give him his bottle!Had everyone eating out of his pudgy hands.Everyone except me.- Nappy! - Bottle!- Nappy! - Bottle!Dad, I can not sleep!Already. Me neither.The baby needs a lot of attention now.OK, good bye.- But ... - Quiet.Daddy is here. Daddy is here.What about me?Year: 2057.The alferes T-Rex and I investigated a hostile alien invasion.It's much worse than we thought.Mom, is naked!I'm naked!Say "naked".No!Who is the baby Mommy? You're the baby Mommy?No, it's the burly dad, right?One of us should go to the convention pets.In Las Vegas.- You know what? See you. - No no. See you.You need a break.- I'll take the baby and you ... - Let the baby decide.Who do you want to stay with you? Is Dad or Mom?A papi?He loves his mom.Well, we need to talk!In private.- Clear. - On what, champ?Sobre el B-E-B--S.Without "that", Tim.That came out of nowhere!Do not we know it!We can not trust him.Calma, is just a baby.Really? Am I the only one here who thinks that guy has something weird?- Oh, I got it. - Still serves.Tim?Look at him! Bring a suit!I know, is not a tenderness? It's like a little man.Always carrying a briefcase!Would anyone else you think?I do not know, a little strange?You were wearing a Borreguita everywhere.Borreguita has nothing to do!Every baby is different, Tim.And each one is special.It is is taking over the whole house!You're taking over the house?Of course. Of course.Believe me, one day know better this little ...and then you're going to want with all my heart.Like us.With all my heart?Never.Hello!It's time for my three stories, hugs and five special song!How about a story?Three hugs and my special song?Is it only my special song?Mom?Dad?Hey.Do not they're going to wrap?On Monday I give Mr. Francis!Do not Cry! Do not Cry...Hello?Hello? No, ma'am yet.No, not excuses.Yes ma'am, I know you've been here a long time.Believe me, I feel as if carrying a lifetime.I'm already making progress with parents.The usual procedure: sleep deprivation, hunger strikes.They are very confused.I have them eating out of my hand.They do everything for me.It's hilarious.But I think the boy suspected something.No. I got this.I know how important this mission for the company.Mission?Believe me, lady, I'm the baby for the job.Hands up, evil baby!Gas! Butts! Caca!I deal with the NI-N-O.You can talk!No, really talk. I heard you!All right. I can talk.Let's see if you listen.Get me a double espresso ...and looking for a good sushi place nearby.Would kill for a spicy tuna roll.And buy something for you.Who you are?Let's just say I'm the boss.The boss? You're a baby! Diaper use.You know who else wears a diaper?Astronauts and racing drivers.It is efficient, Templeton.The average child spends about 45 hours a year on the potty.I'm the boss. I do not have much free time.Well, you're not my boss.- Yeah I'm your boss. - Do not.- yes. - Not.- Yes! - Not!- yes. - Not!- yes. - Not!Yes. Yes.Yes. Yes.I arrived first.Wait for Mom and Dad to know.Oh yeah? Do you think you would choose instead of me?With your history?You dont know nothing about me.Yea that you want, right? Let's see.Templeton, Timothy. Second name...I am sorry.Leslie!- mediocre grades. - How you know too much?Can not you ride a bike without training wheels?Even the bears know how to ride a bike without training wheels, Leslie.You have 7 years.Seven and a half.Nap! What were you saying?I have seven and a half years.Exact! You are old.It is time to make way for the next generation.So the world works.you would not ask your parents an old toy.Borreguita?Everyone wants the fashion.Destroys. Destroys.- Borreguita! - I have new batteries.Five!Mom and Dad did not even know you.They worship Me!Oh yeah? You have the account, child.There is a limited amount of love.It's how are you accounts.You used to have all the love of your parents.All your time. All his attention.You were all accounts.But then I came along.Babies require a lot of time.They need much attention. They receive all the love.We could share.Obviously you not studied Economics.Look, Templeton, do not give numbers.There is not enough love for both.Not enough accounts.And suddenly, there is no room for Tim.Tim no longer fits.Oh no! And Tim?So silence. Get out of my way.Or there will be downsizing.They can not fire you from your own family.Or if?Wake up, shorty! They are 7 amAwake, Dwarf ...!For what?Stand up for a nutritious breakfast!They are 7 amWhat happens, Timothy?Does that made you sad little man?I'll throw a curse on him!It wont happen!No case, Maguin.He has deceived mom and dad.If they knew what I know, would not let him stay.Maybe your parents will need to open your eyes.With a great curse!Not pass!Yes. Should I open their eyes ...With proof!That I need evidence!Reveal your dark magic!Testing testing.Testing testing.Maybe they can return it!And their money back.We can buy an inflatable house!Good luck, Tim! They are 8:45 amNinja.Ninja.Ninja.Ninja.Babies everywhere! They spread.Mom! Dad! What's going on?It's an invasion!It's game day!What a good photo.It is a meeting, and you're not going to attend.Come on.We'll see.Thank you for coming on such short notice.Well, before you start ...CHILD IS LISTENING?Yes sir!- Clear! - Affirmative!Jimbo, generates interference.Oye!- Babies are in crisis! - Oh no!- That bad! - What a horror!What's going on?It is easier to demonstrate them. Teddy, please.We will give a show!Here we go!Jimbo, lights.You see, no longer babies receive as much love as before.Why? Do we misbehave?No, Staci.But I tell you who yes.Here is our mortal enemy. The puppies!Do not! That's the problem.The puppies? What is going on with them?Along the history...people have babies loved more than anything in the world.We have always been indispensable ...number one on any wish list.The cubs were pure accessories.But everything changed when the puppies started to leave ...with new design models.Each lovelier than the last.You remember the labradoodle?Does the peekapoo?Does the chiweenie? Try to speak without smiling.Impossible. Do not waste your time.We all laughed shar pei.And now the number one in China.- Oh no! - How terrible!- Horrendous! - Yes.And things get worse.Francis Francis, director of Perricorp, gave this announcement.Teddy, running video.Everything goes in a while ...to present the most adorable puppy ever.Whatever launch at the convention in Las Vegas pet!Attention, Planet!It will sweep away the competition!- How good! - No, Jimbo.Nothing of "how well"! We are the competition!This is war.Puppies are winning, we are losing babies.Thank you, Teddy.And if the new puppy is so cute as we fear ...It could be the end of the baby business.That bad!Bad news!What are we going to do?My job is to figure out what ...to BebCorp can stop it.And you will help me.- Genius! - tops!You're still the best, boss!How good!How good.Well, all parents work in PerriCorp.Have you learned something from them?- Yes sir! - Clear!Great. What, Triplets?- A - B.- C. - D.No, what have you learned about the new puppy?Yes, puppy!No, Jumbo! Puppies are bad.Staci, read the notes.I do not know how to read. What does it say?This is my team?A burly, a lot of activists and doodler?- Exactly! - Affirmative!Well said.- Yes! - Good, BB!I have you!Leave that cookie. They are for those serving missions.- We want another show! - No, Teddy. Do not.- A hug? - No more shows!Boss?- There is enough love. - Go to sleep!Goodnight.- Boss! - Boss!- What? - Parents!It's like they have a small board.- Is not it adorable? - Who wants dessert?Heavens, how humiliating.Heavens, how humiliating.Wait for mom and dad to hear this.Hey, Templeton, what have you got there?Nothing.Give me that tape.Never!Mom! Dad! Here!- Hey, Timmy! - Hello! Anyway...Flower Power!You can not escape the law, bobo.Put the belt. Let's move on!Run Run Run.What? Hears!Run Run Run.Catch, catch, catch.Yes!How good!Let me go, small ...Look! At last the children get along.How good.Sayonara!They want to play?Let's play.No!Rescue the Boss! Rescue the Boss!- Get him! - I am going!- I am going! - I am going!You're fried, Mr. Baby!Upa, upa!Who wants...?Cheese sticks!Mom Dad! I have evidence!Can not you go downstairs?Nothing can stop me!Mom! Dad! Where are they?Hello?Where have all gone?Mom Dad! The baby can talk!Do not tell me.Wait, how ...?Give me that tape. Timmy.O Borreguita get hurt, do you see?No!What do you say, Borreguita? You want a nose ring?Not my style, but who am I to judge?And one eyebrow? I think too, Borreguita.How you will look at a job interview?Basta!The recording, Timmy! Or I will pe-da-zos.Do not! Let her go!- Let her go you! - Let her go you!- Tape! - Give me a Borreguita!Oops! Too far.Templeton! Be reasonable.We can be reasonable, right? What do you do?You'd have you wanted since you arrived!We can drink a little juices and speak!It happened when the little juices.No, Templeton. You would not dare.Adiosito, baby! You are fired!What do you do?Nothing.My evidence!Tim! I want an explanation!Yes, an explanation.I did not go! It's the fault of the baby.Blame the baby?It is true! You can speak.Everyone can speak. They have a meeting.They say something about puppies.It's a conspiracy of babies!Timothy Leslie Templeton!We are very disappointed.- No, we're upset with you! - Yes, annoying.- Annoying? - You need a punishment!- You're punished! - Yes, punished!- Two Three!- Three days? - Weeks!Weeks! Three weeks!Three eternities!Punished?You're staying at home with your little brother ...until they learn to get along.Genial.It was my first time behind bars.Prison.The confinement.Punished for life.The minutes turned into hours, hours into days.Everyone has their breaking point.This was mine.The blackbird sings silent night- Take these broken wings and learn to fly. - Hey, that's my song.All your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flightNot for nothing, dwarf.Maybe I can help.The blackbird singing in the dead of night!Please, you take these broken wings and learn to fly!Fly, you fools!Thank you, Maguin.But it's not the same.If only I could reach my magic knife.We could escape from this prison.Templeton!Templeton, we must speak.Get out of here.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightBasta!It's my song, not yours.My parents wrote just for me.Really? Your parents are Lennon and McCartney?No, Ted and Janice.I do not even know their names!Robrmelos try.You stole everything!You should be in jail!Look, it's time to put aside our differences.Been ...?No!Where it is Human Resources when you need them?Take it.I do not want your filthy money.I told you not to get in my way.I can not! You are in my house.I do not want to be here...Like you do not want to be here.So why do you torture me?The truth is that I am not an ordinary baby.Do not tell me.I have a mission from heaven.Are you the child Jesus?Yes. I am the baby Jesus.No!I'm a middle manager of the company.The company? What company?Look.Take it. This explains everything.What do you want me to do with that?- I want you to suck. - Suck it you!It's not for you.I Do not suck!- Suck it. - I do not know where you've been!The important thing is not where you've been, but where will take.You do not want to know?Where do babies really come from?Hickey. Pacifier. Bibi.Bubu. Bobo. Baba.Chupetn. Sniffer. Muffler.It has many names.But their power will let you know the truth.Faster!Mom!Where we are?Welcome to BebCorp!I can not believe it.- Thank you. - What?Quiet. They can not see us or hear us.- Are we something like virtual? - Yes.- You mean you will not feel? - Do not.- Not this? Nothing.Karate!Do not make a fool of myself, Templeton. I can see you.So here babies come from?What did you think? Tra that the stork.The fairies?No, my parents told me that ...What?No. Yuck.Yeah, I figured it was not.I can not believe my parents did not tell this.If they knew where babies come from, they would not have one.Like the hot dogs, by the way.Upa!And how come I do not remember this place?Yes, you remembered.When normal babies take away the pacifier ...BebCorp forget.And how is it that you're not normal?Some of us, the best ...we selected for ...For the greatest honor.Being senior management.Here, Templeton, all the action.Naptime in Sector G.Does this place is for babies operated?Yes.My dad says: "Those who can, do things"."Those who do not supervise".Your dad is a hippie.What happens when they grow up?We do not grow.We drink a top-secret formula that makes us be babies forever.To work! The hour of the formula is over!We are in crisis!Do not they know that we are in crisis?Who is she?He's my boss. The great Chief Baby.And why is she screaming?You see this graph?It looks like a giant cake.It represents all the love in the world.- I love cake. - Who does not?- Of Apple. - Yes.- No, Cherry! - Perfect!- pumpkin, no. - All right.It is a plant.The point is that slice of the puppies grows more and more.Be're stealing our love!As you stole me.Exactly.And if this continues ...may not leave enough pie for babies.Nothing pie?Nothing cake.So my mission is to find out what is this new puppy.Are you on a spy mission? Great!Yes! Great! And if ... When you succeed ...I will be a legend in BebCorp.As the Super Big Chief Baby, Baby Head Mega ...Huge Head Baby ...and the.That's a very fat baby.No, she's the Big Chief Baby Gorda ...He is the Big Boss Baby Fat Super Colossal.He was the youngest CEO Infante in the history of the company.It was? What happened to him?He retired, years ago.But I still try to do justice to his legend.In each situation, I wonder ..."Q-H-E-G-J-B-G-S-C?""What would the Big Boss Super Colossal Baby Fat?"Is all you get? Your picture on the wall?Come here!Will I get a promotion.The corner office ...with bacinica privada.Genial.So when you finish you coming back here?D -E. I -N -M -E -D -I -A -T -O T - I-M.I'm not a family man. My place is behind a desk.- Amazing! - Is that right?What?I swear I will fasten his diaper on the wall!Do we have news Little Chief Baby?The one who sent the Templeton?- I do not know. - You are fired!Oh no.They are all fired!Pet Convention is in two days.If you do not get answers ...You're fired, retired!- Bye! - the visit is over.Why he shouted the Big Chief Baby Bossy?Demands results.Pet The convention is in two days and I have nothing!It's her! Do not answer!Siesta stress!If I do not find out what it is that new puppy, and soon ...not only I will not get a promotion ...They could fire me!Hey, easy.Surely there are other great baby jobs, right?Meanwhile, two days go so fast.Better start packing.What?You do not understand, Templeton.If I get fired, I will remove the formula.I will become a normal baby ...and I live here with you forever.- Do not! - Yes!And I promise ...every morning when you wake up ...I'll be there.Every night at dinner ...I'll be there.On every birthday party ...I'll be there.Each Christmas!I'll be thereYear after year after year.We grow old together.You and I...we will be brothers.Always.- No. No, this is terrible! - I know.- Can not be. - But if it is!- You can not stay! - Do not!- Do not panic! - It is right!I know, but we need to fix this.We must ensure that you do not get fired.Both?Both.I'll help you...just to get rid of you.Done deal?Done deal.Not to see you again.Ditto.Now to work.Come on, come on, come on.With effect!No no.There is nothing about a new puppy.You are not going to work?I'm very busy delegating.Knock short!When we find the file ...What will we do?To send ninjas baby?Something better.I will write the perfect memo.- Pum! - Pum!Wait. What is a memo?A memo is something you write to inform people.Is that your plan? Is writing a report read?How boring.No, Templeton.What are memos for important things.A memo can bring people.A memo can be a call to arms ...a manifesto, a poem.A memo can change the world.Whoops! When you explain so ...still it sounds boring.You'll learn, kid.You will learn.Just a moment. That's!What? What thing?Watch this. "Day take your child to work".Why?Because it's great!It's disgusting.Do not you see? We can enter PerriCorp!And find out what the new puppy!It's no use.You are punishment.Your parents do not take us anywhere.You're right. They believe that hate us."Hate" is a strong word.Correct, but strong.We must convince them that we are truly brothers.Clear.We ...Detestamos?No.We please!No. Let us ...What what what...What what what...Who, who, who ...No.Forget this. You do not mean ...We want.Vomiting a cut and I drew it.- Here comes the little train! - Do not.Nothing train!Stop the train! Do not! It seems digested food!Who's there? I have a racket!What's going on here?I feed the baby.We observe.Good.Good.There's your train.I have not seen sailor. Not even it's Friday!Come on, you're going to put this thing!Are you going to force? You can not, bratty.- What have you done to me? - Enough!- Come back here! - Do not!Do not even dream about it.You!Tim, what are you doing here?Oh no.What is this scandal?Is not it adorable?Also I have one for you! All aboard!What?What a pity.Cheese!Smile for the camera.You make me feel weak.- You have tickles? - With me it does not work.- Here? - I do not feel anything.Anda everyone has a weakness."I do not think I fit, 'said Gretel."Come, look at this."I could go myself.""And then, Hansel and Gretel ..."They pushed the old baked."And the wicked witch burned to death."Lets see if I understand.It is a story about cannibalism and burn people alive.Yes.No wonder kids are so confused!Get along is exhausting.Same here, Tim.You should see your face in that picture.You were ...No it tickles me.Once a corporate retreat. Strange things happen there.What? Do not you ever had tickled? Not even your parents?I am sorry. I forgot it.You did not have parents, right?Tim, I look like a baby ...but I was born an adult.I can not imagine not being a child.Did you miss all your childhood?Never you had someone who loved you?You can not miss what you never had.Wake up, shorty!Hey, Tim. Wake up, champ.- What? - The sun has risen.Something happens? I am fired?No, you're late to work.What?It is the day to bring children to work. And you're my son.You are officially descastigado.- Seriously? - Seriously.The baby can come too?I dont see why not.Yes! Yes Yes Yes!Yes!I would go so excited.Look, my shovel.How good.All right, gentlemen. Welcome to PerriCorp!Great! It is incredible!Y Tim, mira!There's a pool of dogs!What toilet.Champion, do you want a picture with Pete PerriCorp?No thanks. It might scare the baby.Well thought.Dad and I have to work.Would you like to join us and spend time with us?Let your brother in the PerriZona ...to hang out with you.With me?We know that we could be with you as much as before.So what do you think?No thanks.I prefer to spend some time with the baby.- Cute. - How cute.You clear your goal, Templeton.We discover what the new puppy and go home.Stay in the PerriZona, yes?Yes bye.There must be the record of the new puppy!We not achieve through that door.Through that door, no.The dog door.And how we dodged the guard?No no no. Forget this.No!Sticky gunk pants.What a nice Perri ...!How good!Children.Gatea!On all fours!I never had humiliated me so much!Hear!Catch it!What am I doing?Oh no!Yes!What a good dog.No. Do not bite.Timothy Templeton, ninja de oficina.- Here. - What did you find?You should be here.NO CLOSER NOT ALLOW CHILDRENWe begs her to enter.Go.Yes it is a lot of paperwork.I thought the puppies were shattered everything.This is giving me afraid.I come for your soul.Do not do that!Wait!There is!The file!You see? I told you!No. I've seen this somewhere.We must seek to be replaced.True. Another record.Yes! Weighing the same.So we put in the same position.- That despite the same. - You said it.I know I already said. Hey, you hit me twice!Make it three. Wait!I think I saw one.Manila folder, pressed edges.As 1.5 kilos. No, 1.4.Try this.Wait!It's already perfect.Yes!I think we should run.I know, but it's fascinating.I want to see how it ends.I also.Well, it did not end well.FELL!What?What...?Thanks for dropping here, kids.Francis Francis?I see you've met my older brother, Eugene.A man of few words.No, indeed.Do you wear the mask again, please?What is all this?Surprise!A pacifier BebCorp? Where did you get it?Do not you recognize me?Maybe when I was young.Super Colossal Big Boss Baby?He is he? And it's you?Although older and wrinkled.That is not right.No. You were my hero!How did you end up here?You know what I do to children who ask many questions about me?Eugenio!I read my record!And I baked cookies!Eugenio, my chair.Well, it all started in BebCorp ...a long long time ago.I was a senior executive ...I was going straight to the top.Everybody loved me!They gave me a promotion, luxury office!Even my own ...!Bacinica personal?I had it all.But one day...I discovered something terrible.It was growing.The formula did not work anymore.It turned out to be lactose intolerant.- Do not! - Yes!I had to appear before the board.What is "vindictive" board?Older babies heads in the world.I thought you loved me.But I was replaced with someone new.Someone younger.That's horrible.Suddenly, she had all the love ...all the attention.You know what it feels like, huh, Tim?It hurts, does not it?Yes. Yes it hurts.And then what happened?Well...I got fired!And I took my special formula.Then I was sent here to live with!- Family! - Oh, no, Francis!BebCorp betrayed me!And I can finally take revenge!With the Eternal Puppy!That's it?No no.Imagine a puppy that never grows.A puppy puppy that remains forever.When you launch my Cubs Eternos in every corner of the world ...They are so adorable ...Cute!No one will want a baby ever, ever again.The end of BebCorp!Please.A puppy that never grows? It is impossible!Or not?It was, until you brought me the essential ingredient.My secret formula.It's mine! It's mine!It's all mine.No!They brought me just what I needed to destroy BebCorp!- Do not! - Yes!They fell straight into my trap!- Do not get away with it! - Yes, we're going to ...What? To accuse?Who will tell, Tim? To your parents?And children?They should stay in PerriZona.The two go with me to Las Vegas.So do not meddle.I would not want that removed.They never leave us alone.Really?Wait for the expert know ...PerriCorp in child care.Oh no.- Do not be nervous. - It's just one day.Back very soon.In addition, they will be in good hands.So is!Eugenia is almost perfect in every way.No.Please do not go with him. Francis Francis tries ...Believe me ...Eugenia will not take your eyes off your children.Not for a second.That reassures me.Now they see.And now, no.Adiosito!To the airport!It's over. I'm fried.What do we do, Templeton?What do we do?To go to the airport to arrest Francis Francis!Before the plane takes off!Yes! But how do we avoid the evil nanny?Well, we could do something.Hey, it is not that serious.You're good?What happens?Do not look at me!Oh no!Without the formula, I become a normal baby!You know, Gugu gaga. All the matter!Oh no!Gross!I'm a time bomb baby!I'll become a helpless baby vomits and makes poops!Wait. That gives me an idea.What? What thing?I have had many nannies ...and all are afraid of one thing.Well, the secret to frying butter ...It is a touch of margarita.Hey, Miss Macho!The baby! I think he's sick!You have to do something!How awful!- Templeton! - Delicioso!Gross! WE entered the mouth!Me too!I think I'm going to vomit!Bucitum!An hour Lacks the plane takes off!Use the bike.The bike?I dont know...Let's move on!- Wait! - What?Where are you going? Templeton!Always wear a helmet.Adiosito, head loo!We're not going to achieve!Staci!Staci, responde!Ay, enough!- Are you you, boss? - Code Red!I WILL pursues a murderous nanny! Gather the team!Done, boss.- Hello. - Hello.- Hello! - Code Red!Aware!code red. I repeat ...Code Red!What do you do? Get moving!It's against the law!Take, I pay the fine!Come on!I think we lost!No, we did not lost.Flower Power!Very well done!It broke!Run Run Run.Run Run Run.Tim, faster!I can not!If you can!You can, Templeton. The view to the front.I said eyes front!Turn up the ass! Pedaling raring!If you do not win the day, the day you win you.Good!My wheels! I can not stand without training wheels!What you think you can or you can not, it's true.What are you talking about?The road to success is not a straight line, Templeton ...but a bumpy ride ...like a ship at sea.And you're the captain!Let taming a turbulent sea!I'm the captain who tames the sea!Good!Tree! I'm going to crash!If you aim to fail, always triumph.- What? - Do not point to failure!! I'm getting there! Whatever I'm doing it!When success is a habit ...everything is downhill.Look!They are there! Mom Dad!Train!Detente!What do you do?- We will make it. - I do not have a phrase for this!You did!Do not! We did it.And your wheels coaches.Make way!Baby on Board!Hold your diaper!Get down and cover!Whoa, dude!Depth review in both.They are there! Mom Dad!Not so fast!Oh no.Templeton!- Hears! - Sorry!Where are you?Oh no!No again!Not now!What...?No no no!Quick!I think I ate $ 1.75.Excuse me, with permission. Mom! Dad!Quick! Move!We will lose the plane!- Do not! - I warned!Wait!- Do not! - Do not.Mom! Dad! Stop!No!No no no.They left.I failed.It would have reached my parents if I had not come back for you!What? We had arrived with plenty of time!If thou wilt walk in bike like a normal kid!We can not stop the launch.Does matters? My parents are in danger!I care! BebCorp will go bankrupt!It's the only thing you're talking about!I do not even know what being part of a family!And you do not know what it is to have a job!You do not know anything about hugs, stories, or special songs!Please! Stop acting like a baby.You are a baby!Recant.My life was perfect until you came!Believe me, the feeling is mutual. I wish I'd met you not!Would not you were born!Where are you going?Good!Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flightTimothy Templeton, please take the courtesy phone.Timothy Leslie Templeton, please take the courtesy phone.Leslie.Hello?It's me. Do not hang. Tim!Tim, I was born. I was hired.What do you mean?BebCorp is the only home I've ever known.You're right, I do not know what is ...being part of a family.But I do care.Really?Yes.And the only way to save is to stop both Francis Francis.Yes.I can not do it without you, Tim.I need you.- If we make a good team. - Do not.I literally did not reach the knobs.True.Neglected, Tim.Let's save your parents.And your company.But how do we go to Las Vegas?We need a miracle.Follow that Elvis!Why?Where there is Elvis, there Vegas!There's another one!And other!They are everywhere!Tim, there's our flight!And there goes our ticket!Hey! Don't be cruel!I am sorry!- Oh thanks! - Oh, baby!Many thanks.Hi.Hi.Input please.Just a moment.It was stolen!Imitates a un imitator of Elvis?Get him!Alto!The ghost of Elvis!We need seats!Quick, over here!What is this place?This, Templeton, is first class.Why it is empty?No one can afford it.That's why it's so wonderful.Hello! Ross captain speaking.Ladies and gentlemen, and economy class.Fasten seat belts. Let's take off.What's the matter, Templeton?My parents always hold hands when we took off.Actions are a shambles today.Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Ross again.You see, I turned off the seat belt sign.What are you two doing here?We are the children of Captain Ross.He sat us here.So they want to bring them something?Whatever?Whatever.Good. Francis Francis.You'll never kidnap the parents of Tim Turto.Please, I wish it were that easy.What is your plan?You will not write a memo, do you?No.Hey, you say you did not have children, right?And if you try?- No I can not. - It's fun!Takes, you get into character.I dont know. I feel silly!You! Dile algo cruel.Okay, okay.So you study at a community college, right?I dont know.Keep going!And you dare to ask me a bonus now?Ves?You're getting into the role.I can not believe it.Your exit interview is over!That was good.And who was he?- Captain! - What?En garde!Hard!There it goes!Watch your rear!- Taking! - Dodge, blocks and attacks!It sounds like a law firm!Nice try! Attention!You are fired!And here is your final settlement. Ha!Wait! You must not end with "Ha!"No?You must finish with "Argh!"It is understood! Argh!Excellent!Thank you. I just got carried away.Ladies and gentlemen, and tourist class ...to the left of the plane ...you will see that we approach the fabulous Las Vegas.Land in sight!That's right, comrade.Goodbye dad! Thank you!- You're welcome. What? - Let's move on.- Go to Heartbreak Hotel? - I'm going to Heartbreak Hotel.- I also! - I also!I also!We have to get to the convention center!Do we take a taxi?Ray! And I spent all my travel expenses. That's better.Perfect.Excuse me, ladies.Could you take us home?Jimmy is sick and needs an expensive medicine.Where do they live, honey?In the convention center.Bye sweetheart!Have fun at your party!Girls love babies.People do not know Long Island iced tea.How to find my parents here?Tim!Over there.Well, where is PerriCorp?PerriCorp, PerriCorp, PerriCorp...AHA! Here it is. I found it!But how...?Hey, where did you get?Not again!Please! I need you!I came back! I came back!What's going on?So is.Let's launch a new puppy on every continent!In each country!We're going to take over the world one heart at a time!- Tim, are there! - Mom Dad!Imagine a puppy that never grows ...and never gets old.A puppy that is small forever.I present all you are going to love in life:The Eternal Puppy!Mom?No mires, Templeton!Hears! What are you doing here?Mom Dad!What are you doing here?What do Tim and baby here?What do all of us here, really?What's happening here?You got my parents!We are here for them.Go for them!They go their Eternal Puppy!We must go behind the scenes.Over there!Run!Quick, quick, quick!Left Right! Left Right!Yes!Gas. Butts. Caca.Look at all that formula!What a way to launch a product.Oh no!He put them under rocket!Elvis has left the building!Mom Dad!I'm going!Well said! Come on, Tim! Run Run!Launch started.I'll throw my Cubs Eternos and there is nothing they can do!No!BebCorp stole all my love ...and now I'm going to get.You should understand me.You'd replaced, like me!Do not! I'm not like you!Brat!Let go of our parents! Her parents! Parents!Yes!You could have had the love of your parents just for you!But no!You ruined it!Let that baby you give orders.He does not work for me.We are partners!I do not tickle.Hears! And the baby?Everyone is ticklish!My ears!Basta!Brats!Nothing can stop my revenge.Neither you nor anyone!BebCorp over!I won! Ha!You're wrong!You should never end with "Ja"!- True! - What?You should end up with ...Argh!En garde!You are fired!And here's your severance!Take that, you bastard!Argh!One minute and counting.- Help! - Help us!Tim! What are you doing?No!Mom, Dad, I'm coming!It's you?Relax folks, dads! I got this!- You're good? - Is the baby okay?Yes, the baby is fine.Who said that?It was me!The baby is fine.It does not open!What's going on?Just a moment!Oye.I know how to move my parents.- How? - Using the puppies!Upa.Upa need.What if you become a baby again?I'll be fine. Well well.Good!I'll be fine.Hold your diaper!We move!Why do we move?Mom and Dad, Hold on!Thirty seconds.Oh no! Wait!Resist!Quick, Tim! Take your parents ...from here.You need to jump!You can, it's a cinch!Do not! I have no bread! Jump!Do not Cry. I am sorry. Please do not cry!Twenty seconds.Fifteen seconds.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flight- Three ... - I have you!Two one.Takeoff!Yes!Hey, are you still there?Dog!What happened? We won?- We won! - We won?- We won! We won! - We won! Yes!Siesta victory!Whatever ruined everything!It's not fair! It's not fair!That is not right.Now If you are going to pay!Oh yeah? Well Mess with someone your own size!What?Eugenio! Bjame!You heard me? I'm your boss!This time educate well.Sure it will be fine.Tim, what happens?Mom, Dad, wait!Yes!- Tim? - Tim!Tim! You're good?We are ok.Saved us.You are our hero.And a great big brother.We love many both.What the two?With all my heart.Let's go home.How I look?Excellent.Team, good work.Staci, this letter will let you enter the school you choose.- Kinder garden? - So is.And if there's something else ...Increase?Staci, you have no salary.- Many billion! - Eight!- Tricycle! - Roller skates!- Sweet? - Palettes!Done deal.You're the best boss in the world.should not always follow the guidelines of the company, huh?It's okay to think for themselves.- No sir! - Never!Bad idea!That's the attitude!- True! - Certainly, sir!- You are big! - The best!Shot, fortachn.You earned it.You want to hug me, right?I'll miss you too. Yes.- Yeah, yeah. - Everything will be fine, burly.Good...you did.No. We did.By the way, congratulations on your promotion.Luxury office, private potty. All that.Hey, you too.Your parents have to yourself.What will I tell my parents when you leave?Neglected.BebCorp has a protocol for these situations.It will be as if he had not been born.I almost forget it!I can not believe it! Borreguita!- The you fixed it! - Yes.It was like new. It is very strong.Well, we have what we wanted.Everyone wins.I think I ...Yes.Well, keep studying.Actually, I have no choice.Yes it's correct.- Bye, Tim. - Bye.Yeah right.He went as suddenly as it came.Bye.At last, my life was perfect again.Forget the baby.Forget babyUpsi!Sorry, big guy.Surprise!OUR HEROE!Hurray!You've been promoted!Do you want to forget the baby?No thanks. That's OK.Very good.Argh.Baby Dear Boss:I do not usually write a lot ...but now I know that the memos are very important.Although I did not study economics ...I learned to share in kindergarten.And if there is enough love for both ...then I give you all mine.I would like to offer you a job.It is very heavy ...and there will be no salary.But the good thing is that you never get fired.And I promise something.Every morning when you wake up, I'll be there.Every night at dinner, I'll be there.On every birthday, every Christmas ...I'll be there.Year after year after year.We grow together.And you and I will always be ...brothers.Always.FAMILYWake up, dwarf. They are 7 amWhat's the point, Maguin?Because they are 7 amI have one mission and you do the hard stool.Nothing happens, dwarf.Sometimes, I also confused me.Especially during the summer time.Overtaking, delay.There is no calendars in the realm of magicians!There is no spring, there is only darkness and winter!I'm not confused, Maguin.It is strange.Tim, look who came!It's your new ...Little brother!You arrived! Yes you get!Careful, careful.Volviste!Saluda a Theodore Lindsey Templeton.Lindsey?Cosquillitas! Cosquillitas!Take this.So that's my story.Our history.Luckily for me and my brother, I had a happy ending.Is it a true story, Daddy?Well, honey, that's how I remember it.- But you know what I discovered? - What?There is a lot for everyone.Also for me?Especially for you.Ask your Uncle Ted.Hello, I knew that you'll have a little sister.I wanted a horse.Takes, small. Buy a horse.I'm proud of you, Leslie.Ditto, Lindsey.Hello, little sister.Argh!All right, kids.Bedtime.Please, Mom. Just a little more.It's okay.Awaken, dwarves. It's time to go.Go live your life of farmers.Ya vyanse!

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