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bangchansgirlsblog · 2 months

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i’ve been craving this for ages and finally decided to request upon it!!

stray kids x little sister reader (she’s about 17/18) she has been having a secret relationship with one of her school teachers called Mr. Kang (name inspo from song kang) and she has a “sleepover” arranged with her friend for a week.. on day 3 the boys went for a group walk and saw y/ns friend with her family but without y/n. The boys go over and find out that you were never staying with her.. They check your location after panicking only to realise it’s your teacher Mr. Kang’s house. They log into your computer and find all the messages between Kang and you. They are infuriated, when you return back.. let’s just say it’s hell reincarnated.

Thank you daddy- I mean Mr.Kang.

Part one.

"We can't keep doing this.." she whispered through her heavy breathes. Her skirt was slowly riding up her thigh as her pink laced panties were slowly being exposed.

Her face was red due to the heat from the make out session she was just in. Her shirt now unbuttoned halfway exposing her bra.

"What do you mean baby," he whispered in her ear as his hands slowly wondered around her body. "Jump for me princess,"

She wasn't thinking at all. The thought of being pleasured by him was all she could think about. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he slowly put her on top of the desk, knocking down books and papers to the floor.

"My brothers are gonna find out about us soon Mr.Kang. They'll kill me-"

"Shhh, we'll worry about that later bunny," he hushed her while slowly unzipping her skirt.

"Mr.Kang just- uhm," a moan escaped her mouth as his lips made contact with her sensitive skin. She was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and the hickeys that she received from a few hours ago were on display.

She felt good. She loved him. She loved being with him. She loved every moment with him but it was so wrong. Their relationship was so wrong. It had been 3 months. They had been going for 3 months and she still wasn't caught. It was baffling.

Their relationship only began during summer. She had no idea that he would end up being her teacher. They had met at one of the concerts the boys were doing. He had come with his friends and he really didn't want to go but his friends had convinced him too and when he set his eyes on her, he couldn't look away. She was beautiful and he knew he wanted her.

"Do you feel-" his deep voice was interrupted by a loud knocking. Y/n's eyes widen as she jumped off the desk and started to fix herself.

"Who is it?" He called as he too tried to fix himself.

"Mr.Kang? It's Chan. Y/n's brother," a familiar voice replied. He looked over at her small body and saw she had managed to get herself together quite quickly and started to collect her books.

"Come in!"

The door opened and a happy looking Chan walked in. His face was glowing and his hair was covered with a beanie meaning he had just come from the studio.

He quickly said a quick hello before helping Y/n grab her bag. "I hope you guys had a good study session. Thank you so much for watching her Sir," he thanks the older man.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me. She was an Angel and I hope, with all the studying we've done, she'll pass the next quiz," he had a smirk on his face. A smirk Y/n hated. He knew what he was doing.

"Well, I'll make sure to make her study more. Other than that. Have a good weekend," Chan gave him one last smile before waving goodbye and leaving the room with Y/n right behind her.

"Why do you look so red?" Chan asked when they got into the car. He had been watching and analyzing her for the past 5 minutes. "Do you not feel well?" He asked.

"No Channie, it was just really hot in there and I've been studying for hours," she sighed and played with her skirt.

"Oh, makes sense. Do you wanna eat something? We can stop for some hotpot-"

"No actually, I'm really tired Oppa. Maybe later in the evening?"

"Yeah that sounds fine, we can go with the boys," he replied and got his phone out of his pocket to text the family group chat.

They had a family group chat because once when they were traveling for one of their tours, I.N and Han thought it would be a good idea to disappear from the group which led them to missing their flight and Chan was so mad he made sure to make a group chat for whenever they had to split up.

Y/n looked out the window. The past few hours running through her mind. The thoughts making her feel wet under there as she thought about the way Mr.Kang would touch her, make her feel good, make her feel like-

One message:

Come over to mines tomorrow. Sleepover😘

The butterflies in her stomach started to dance once again. Her tummy doing somersaults making her feel all giddy and excited.

"Oppa? Can I go to Franchesca's tomorrow for a sleepover?" She looked over at her brother.

"Again? You've been going over there so much! We barley get time with you," he pouted earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"It's just for one night, I'll be back in the morning and we can hangout. All of us,"

He didn't look convinced but yet again, who was he to say no? This was his little sister. Their only girl in the family.

"Fine but make sure to tell Leeknow. You know how he gets," he shrugged and turned back his phone.

"Okay okay! Thank you, thank you," she giggled and jumped on him while kissing him all over his face.

"Okay okay, enough," he playfully rolled his eyes and raffled her hair.

Her night consisted of watching the boys do practice and have a big fat nap on the couch as they figured out the music part of it all. This was a routine most of the times after school. One of the boys would pick her up and then she would come over to the JYP building and watch the boys practice or record they even made her her own little corner in the 3 racha studio where she could do her homework and decorate it is much as she wanted to.

They really did love their little sister.

"Okay shall we go?" Han asked her since he was the last one closing up the studio. All the other boys were already down stairs waiting for them.

She grabbed her sweater and nodded, "yeah let's go jisung, I'm hungry," she groaned and carried her bag on one shoulder.

He chuckled and locked the doors and quickly made their way downstairs.

When they arrived at the restaurant and started to eat. Chan brought up the sleepover which leeknow was not so happy about.

"I don't, I just don't like them. I don't like their lifestyle and you've been over there too much jagi," he explained as he picked up the chopsticks.

"Please leeknow, she literally comes over all the time,"

"Yeah I know but I don't have a good feeling about this weekend, my older brother instincts are tingling," he looked over at the other boys trying to get some support.

"She'll be gone for one night Hyung, just let her go," Changbin backs her up. He thought about it for a bit before finally agreeing but only on one condition.

"You have to call me when you get there and I have to speak to her parents,"

Busted.

She giggled nervously before nodding, "Ofcourse min, I will. I promise," she played with her ring. A thing she only does when she's nervous and from the corner of Hyunjin's eyes, he noticed instantly and he knew for a fact something fishy was going on.

"So this sleepover...is it just the two of you?" Hyunjin asked while taking a sip from his cocktail.

"Yeah it will be, we're thinking of watching a movie-"

"What movie?" He cut her off quickly. "And what time will you leave tomorrow?"

"Hyung, chill. What's going on?" Han laughed and shoved him a little.

"Nothing...just curious," he shrugged and lifted one eyebrow. The restaurant was a bit empty and the service was good so when the waitress interrupted their conversation by giving them their bill she was so thankful because the conversation was no forgotten about.

"I just know it Changbin, I know she's lying about something," Hyunjin was pacing back and forth in the living room. Half the house was asleep and most of the boys were in their rooms.

Hyunjin and Changbin had decided to stay up and watch a movie. Leaving them alone in the living room.

"Why do you think she would lie about a sleepover Jinnie? I mean surely she wouldn't lie to us about that,"

"But Changbin, you know how suspicious she's been acting. Always over at Franchesca's. Staying for after school activities. Always coming home late. Changbin it's obvious she's doing something behind our backs,"

"Have you talked of Chan about it?" He asked while slowly taking a sip out of his mug.

"No, I just thought about it while we were at dinner. I need solid proof because if I tell Chan, he'll go absolutely crazy,"

"You're right, maybe we can check her phone while she's sleeping or something," Changbin suggested.

"Do you know her password?"

"No but she keeps it in her journal and I know where that is-"

"Her journal! Changbin that's it! We need to read her journal. Maybe she put down what she's doing in there," he whisper-shouted.

"Are you crazy?!" He whispered back, "that's like intruding her privacy Hyunjin! What if we don't find anything at all then it'll be a waste and she'll be mad,"

"I know I'm not wrong Binnie! I can feel it,"

"I hope you're right because if she finds out, we'll be the worst brothers of the century," he sighed and massaged his temples.

"Make sure to call if you need anything, okay?" Leeknow gave her assurance as he kissed her goodbye.

"And don't eat anything your not used too or don't know about!" Chan added and gave her a hug.

"I won't Oppa," she giggled and waved goodbye as she made her way to the car where the driver awaited her.

Once they saw the car drive away everyone disappeared doing their own thing while Hyunjin and Chan where on a mission. A big mission.

They went straight to her room and started looking for a journal.

"This feels so wrong," Changbin said as he opened and closed drawers.

"I know Hyung but we have too," he replied quickly and looked through her closet. It was long until they found out and it actually made Hyunjin laugh at the fact that their little sister sucked when it came to hiding her stuff from them.

"I found it!" He yelped and pulled out the book. It was old and quite beaten up but that didn't matter at all. Hyunjin made sure to remind himself to buy her a new one later.

"Okay! What does it say? What does it say?!" Changbin shrieked excitedly.

They sat on her bed and started to go through the book. Page by page by page. It was hours and hours reading boring things about highschool and boys and drama.

Hyunjin was about to run mad but Changbin was eating all the drama up. He was actually impressed at how interesting their little sisters life was.

"We're never going to find anything!" Hyunjin groaned when he looked at the time.

"I mean we can skip the parts? When did she start acting suspicious?"

"I'll say like 2-3 months ago, I don't know! What do you think?"

"I think it started during summer," Changbin commented.

"Then let's go look from there," Hyunjin started to skip the pages until finally.

September 27th 2023.

“….and we’re going to be making cookies. I just really hope everything goes well and my brothers don’t find out about this. Wish me luck!” Hyunjin slammed the book shut after finishing the last sentence.

He looked up at the boys who were listening to everything. His blood was boiling as he looked over at Changbin who was equally as angry.

They were shocked and traumatized.

What the hell was Y/n thinking?

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lady-ashfade · 4 months

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Silly Darling

—£ Yan!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader x Yan!Ochako Uraraka.

—£ In this the reader is used as They/them. They also live in a apartment and work as a waiter/waitress.

—£ Warnings: Stalking, Killing, Knifes, Blood, Possessive, Obsession, Short stories.

Deku & Ochako already have a relationship, secret to the public, but they stayed together through it all. They were in a rough patch of the relationship with all the work loud, nothing was threatening the relationship but it was hard for them. Pro hero life was stressful and they were working their way to get somewhere.

Then they finally have free time a whole weekend to themselves and they decided to go out for dinner at a restaurant. This is where you come in, their darling waiter! How you smiled at they and welcome them when they came in. You treated them normally and not like a fan.

You were attractive, so much that they fell for you instantly. The kindness you showed them was making them go crazy that it started to bug them when you didn’t make a big deal. Are they not popular enough? Don’t you know who that are?

“Me and girlfriend here are just off hero patrol, it’s our night off.” Deku replied when you asked if it was a special night.

“Oh, that’s amazing.” You hummed and smiles at them, not giving them enough praise for their liking. “You must be hungry then, should we get started?”

Oh boy did they never forget you. The moment they got in the car they both started to talk about you.

“They were too perfect, I mean I love you deku. But they- I don’t know.” She played with her thumb nervously in her seat.

“I understand what you mean. They’re too kind for their own good.”

They start to come in more to see you often and they sit in your section. It was a way to see you close and have you talk to them.

And not just from watching you from a window or following you home. No, this was your attention. Way better.

Having two pro hero’s follow you around is more scary then you think. They have train in not being seen, how to find someone and have many connections. So it’s easy for them to find out every detail of your life. You’re first day of school pictures, who your friends are and family, and your ex’s.

You hated the feeling you got in your apartment. The feeling of constantly being watched and no matter how many times you checked around you couldn’t find anything.

After a few weeks they ask you out while they get ready to leave the restaurant. Making you flustered that both of them want you but you say yes and run away, after giving them your number.

They are always texting you. About your day or their’s, if something reminds them of you, where you’d like to go out next. After the first date it is hard to get away from them. Next thing you know, you’re in the a relationship with them out of the blue. Even if you felt hesitant about it they convinced you.

Then the yandere behavior really starts to take over.

They are aways near you. They are either staying at your place or you over at theirs. They also start to control your time out without them and even if they are working. You start to see less and less of your friends and get less calls from your family. And they try to talk you into quitting your job since they have money to take care of you.

“Don’t look so sad darling,” she twisted her hair and leaned on your body, “You have us and you need no one less!” She chirped happily as you cried over missing your family.

Then you are stuck. They made you get fired and now staying at their place and aways sabotage your job interviews. Making them your only hope in having money.

It wasn’t until you saw them beating up a man that hit on you at the grocery store in the alleyway. Blood drilling from his mouth as they continued to hurt his limp cold body, making it send a shiver down your spin and a ill feeling in your stomach.

“Guys?” You call out and clinch your chest and take a step back in fear.

They turn to you with blood on their face and glowing red eyes, “Baby, we told you to wait inside.” You swallowed to try and restore the dryness in your throat. “Tsk tsk, never do as you’re told.” Ochako pulls the knife from his corpse.

“You guys are sick! I thought you were heroes?” Screaming you tear up and grow angry. “We are through, I can’t believe I ever-” your breath hitches when wind blows on your skin and you see green lightning flash in front of your eyes. A hand wraps around your mouth, and breath hit the base of your neck.

“Don’t be like that love. We just do what’s best for you, this man was disgusting and touched what belonged to us. It’s only fair he pays the price,” his other hands wrap’s around your hips and his lips give you a soft kiss on the upper neck. “You’re our doll after all. The others had what was coming to them, and so did he.”

The others….There were more? How many people have they killed. How long have you been dating murders. You saw the flags before but you didn’t think they were this crazy for you. How in the hell could you get out of this?

“Silly baby, you disobeyed us. When we get home you’re going in time out, even more because you saw this.” She cupped your cheek as you stare fearful at the girl you once loved.

“Don’t be afraid, doll. We would never hurt you.”

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toasttt11 · 3 months

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secrets out

Jan 5, 2024

Carter rested her head against the plane wall with her headphones on excited for this weekend. The plane landed and the team all started grabbing their extra big bags as this was the second game of their seven game road trip meaning being away from home for almost two weeks.

The players all loaded their suitcases and duffle bags on the bus storage before getting onto the bus, Carter leaned against the window watching the city of New Jersey as they drove the the Devils Arena having a practice scheduled right after their flight.

The Canucks team all walked through the Devils halls helping the equipment mangers bring the equipment to the locker room, the team all got on the practice equipment heading out to the ice where the last few remaining Blackhawks players were getting off after their practice, Carter smiled seeing Connor standing near the end of a hallway and gesturing his head, she looked around her before quickly walking to Connor and around the corner at the end of a hallway where no was.

Carter quickly wrapped her arms around Connor relaxing against him, Connor smiled holding his girl in his arms again, “Hello my love.” Connor pressed multiple soft kisses to her side of her head.

“Con.” Carter whispered out in relief enjoying the few moments she has with her boyfriend and best friend.

“I’ve got to go but i’ll see you more tonight i promise.” Carter cupped his face pressing a gently kiss to his lips before reluctantly pulling away and kissing his cheek.

“Are you coming to the game tonight?” Connor softly asked, knowing Carter wanted to come but he didn’t know if she got tickets.

“Yeah, Quinn and I are going. I love you.” Carter pressed another kiss to his cheek before reluctantly pulling herself out of his arms.

“I love you too Roo.” Connor fondly smiled as he watched her jog away down the hallway towards the ice.

Carter quickly got on the ice elbowing her smirking brother as she skated by and joined the practice for the next hour.

The team all headed back to the hotel after the practice, Cole and Carter were sharing a room like always and Cole knew Carter had to leave so he let her shower first, Carter quickly showered and got out. She did some very light make up and scrunched some curl cream into her hair to keep her curls intake not having time to make them perfect with her curl routine. She slipped on a pair of blue jeans, a white long sleeve shirt and slipped her black leather jacket over it and put on her red converses. She slid her phone, wallet and her lip products into her jacket pocket before heading out of the bathroom.

“Thank you!” Carter grinned at her best friend.

Cole just smiled shrugging, “Go watch your boy!” He smirked as Carter threw a pillow after him.

“Dick!” Carter called after him hearing Cole’s laugh through the bathroom door.

Carter headed out of room heading down to the hotel lobby seeing Quinn sitting on one of the coaches on his phone, wearing back cargo pants, a white shirt with a black crew neck, and red converse.

Carter sat down next to him hitting his foot with hers, “Matching me?” Carter smirked at her big brother.

Quinn just chuckled knowing Carter always wears something red for Devils games for Jack and now also Luke, “Maybe.” He simply grinned standing up getting a text she was here.

Carter got up with him following him out of the hotel to the valet in the front of the hotel seeing Jack’s car and quickly hoped in, Carter stole the passnger seat and Quinn sat in the back seat.

Carter leaned over kissing her cheek, “Hi Mom.” Carter smiled at her.

“Hello my loves.” Ellen smiled at her two kids in the car. Ellen haven spent a few days with her two boys and Jack and Luke caught a ride with Nico so Ellen could pick up Carter and Quinn.

Carter and Quinn caught up with there mom even thought they really did just see her for Christmas a few weeks ago.

The pulled into the parking garage of the Devils Arena and headed inside, the three sat together in a Devils suite that Jack and Luke insisted they sit in.

They got into their seats a few minutes before the teams got on the ice for warmups.

The teams started coming onto the ice, Connor who Carter told where she was sitting looked around and found sent her a wave making her smile softly and wave back. Ellen raised an eyebrow at that having seeing her daughter has this look before and truthfully she hasn’t seen Connor and Carter together often maybe once or twice a few years ago.

Jack and Luke came onto the ice and both sent waves to their family before focusing on warming up.

Carter was sitting between her mom and Quinn during the game, She was trying not to cheeer for Connor as he skated down the ice with the puck when Brenda Smith hit Connor in the face, Carter inhaled sharply seeing Connor hold his face and immediately get led down to the tunnel.

Quinn eyes widen in worry for Connor, he felt Carter grip his arm tightly as she stared at the ice. Quinn brought his other hand holding her hand, “He’ll be okay Cart.” Quinn hoped that he was right.

Ellen frowned having a feeling Connor means more to Carter than she originally thought but she brought a hand to Carter’s back gently rubbing it seeing Carter super tense.

The first period continued and Carter was still sitting tensely trying to see if Connor would come out for the second period, She felt her stomach drop when she saw Connor not returning to the bench with the rest of the team.

A throat was cleared next to them and Quinn and Ellen looked up seeing a women who looks like she’s a Blackhawks worker, “Hi i’m part of the medical staff for the blackhawks and Connor is asking for Carter.” She smiled softly seeing Carters head snap towards her when she mentioned Connor.

Carter looked towards Quinn, Quinn nodded, “Go check on him.” Quinn smiled and Carter quickly got up following the worker.

“They’re not just friends are they?” Ellen realized looking at her son who just smiled and shrugged at her.

Carter felt like the walk to the Blackhawks medical room room forever but when she got in there she saw the medical team and Connor laying on the bed with an ice pack on his jaw, Carter quickly walked into the room holding Connor’s hand grabbing his attention.

Connor eyes soften staring at his worried girlfriend, he squeezed her hand back.

“He can’t be talking yet, not untill we confirm for sure what is wrong with him.” One of the doctors explained to Carter, Carter nodded.

“And what is it that your think is injured.” Carter questioned not looking away from Connor.

“We’re hopping it’s not correct but it’s seems he broke something in his jaw and will most likely need to have it fixed by surgery.” The doctors explained. Carter took a deep breath and nodded.

“We’ve gave him some pain meds so he should be good, but we’ve just got another player we need to go look at.” The team of doctors excused themselves, leaving the room with Carter and Connor the only ones still in there.

Carter sat on the chair next to the bed with Connor’s eyes following her, she brought their connected hands to her lips pressing multiple kisses to his hand, “I’m sorry.” Carter knew how much it hurts and sucks to get injury ecspecially in your Rookie year.

Connor squeezed her hand back, Carter gently brushed her hand through his hair.

“Do you want me to text your mom?” Carter knew how much she must be worrying right now, Connor blinked slowly and Carter knew that was a yes, she kept her hand intertwined with Connor but used her other hand to pull out her phone and quickly texted Melanie to let her know Connor is okay, injured but okay.

Carter was about to slip her phone back in her pocket when Connor squeezed her hand and gestured to her phone, she handed it to watching Connor pull up notes, “You look very pretty :)” Connor typed it out and turned the screen more to her, Carter let out a breathless chuckle, “Connor Bedard only you would find a way to compliment me while injured.” Carter pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Connor wasn’t supposed to be moving his jaw at all, so he couldn’t smile which was incredibly difficult in the presence of his best friend and girlfriend, “What! I love you it’s easy.” Connor typed back.

Carter just smiled shaking her head fondly at her boyfriend.

“Do you need me to come with you?” Carter soflty asked because hockey wasn’t even close of importance when it came to Connor, she would miss as many games as she’s needed to be there for him.

“No, you’re not missing any games. Don’t worry i’ll be fine and bedsides you know my mom she will be on the first flight to Chicago, I’ll be okay.” Connor typed into the notes.

Carter slowly let out a breath nodding as she read the text, “Okay fine, i won’t miss any games but if you need me all you have to do is ask okay.”

“I know baby, I love you.” Connor typed on her phone once more. Carter smiled soflty, “I love you too Connie.”

Connor handed the phone back to her, Carter slipped it into her pocket and rested her chin on Connor’s stomach just taking the short time they have to together to look at him.

They heard the buzzer go off for the end of the game a few minutes and knew it was time to say their goodbyes, Carter stood up leaning over resting her forehead very light against Connor’s.

“I’ll see you soon.” Carter whispered feeling her throat tighten with emotion always hating saying goodbye to Connor. Connor squeezed her hand three more times before reluctantly letting her hand go.

Carter pressed one more kiss to his forehead before standing up and walking to the door with Connor watching her leave.

Carter shut the door behind her not in the best mood, she looked up seeing a worrier Ellen and Quinn by the Devils medical, she felt her heart drop again, she walked over quickly, “Who got hurt?”

Quinn and Ellen quickly looked over at Carter, “Jack, something with his upper body they don’t know yet.” Quinn answered, Carter frowned.

Jack seemed upset when he came out of the medical room, “I’m not playing tomorrow.”

“Oh Jack.” Ellen frowned pulling him into a gently hug being cautious of the sling and his injury.

Jack had a permanent frown on his face, Carter grabbed his hand gently squeezing it, “I’m sorry.” Carter frowned knowing how much Jack loves being able to play against Quinn and her.

Jack nodded soflty squeezing her hand back.

Luke and Nico walked over to the Medical hall seeing the four standing outside.

Luke quickly into walked over pulling Carter into a hug holding her tightly, “Hi.” He breathed out a sigh holding his baby sister.

“Hi Lu.” Carter mumbled back not realizing how much she needed this hug, Luke pulled back and quickly hugged Quinn, Quinn and Luke hugged each other tightly.

“Hey Nico.” Carter soflty smiled at him. Nico smiled at her pulling her into a gently hug, “Hello Carter.”

“You ready to go bud?” Nico looked towards Jack who nodded, they all walked out together to the parking garage saying their goodbyes before Nico, Jack and Luke got into one car and Ellen, Carter and Quinn got in the other.

Ellen dropped them off at the hotel saying her good nights before driving off, Quinn and Carter walked through the hotel to their hotel room.

Quinn pulled his sister into a hug knowing they both could use on, “How was he?” Quinn asked not being able to before.

“They think he broke his jaw.” Carter simply answered upset for Connor and Jack.

“Shit.” Quinn cursed knowing that’s not good, “Try to get some sleep please and my doors always open you know this.” Quinn pressed a kiss to her head as she nodded at him and turned walking into the hotel room seeing Cole fast asleep in his bed.

Carter quietly grabbed her pajamas and toiletries and headed to the bathroom, she did her skin care and changed into Connor’s grey sweatpants and black lululemon long sleeve, she headed out of the bathroom. She plugged her charger into the wall and plugged her phone in and slid into bed.

Jan 6, 2023

Carter tosssed and turned most the night to worried to get any good sleep. She stopped trying after four in the morning and spent a few hours on her phone before Cole woke up and they had to get breakfast with the team.

She heard Cole waking up and grabbing his phone, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom and did her morning skincare, she threw her messy hair into a bun and headed back into the room.

“Morning.” Cole nodded at Carter who nodded in reply not offending Cole as he knows Carter isn’t a morning person or a talker until she had coffee.

Cole headed into the bathroom and quickly got ready as Carter put on her ugg slippers and scrolled on her phone until Cole was ready.

Cole came out of the bathroom and the two walked out of the room to the breakfast area, they saw most of their team all spread out across the large room but saw Quinn, Elias and Brock at one table with open seats.

Cole and Carter walked through the buffet grabbing their foods, Carter just grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and put a bunch of fruit on the top but what she really wanted was coffee, she grab the biggest mug they had and filled it to the top with black coffee to tired to even care to want a flavor or sweetness in it.

Cole and Carter walked over to Quinn, Elias’s and Brock. Carter slid into the booth next to a Quinn and Cole sliding in next to her. Carter immediately started drinking her coffee quickly making Brock laugh fondly use to Carter needing coffee.

Quinn frowned looking at his sister being to easily tell she didn’t get a goodnight sleep seeing the hunch in her posture and the dark enough eye bags you wouldn’t be able to see if you didn’t know her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Quinn whispered to his sister, Carter looked over to Quinn shaking her head softly, “Why don’t we go take a nap before we have to leave and get you a few hours go sleep?”

Quinn knew Carter has always had a extremely hard time falling asleep and staying asleep, most times she can only sleep is when she’s around people she very comfortably, Connor and Carter has started face-timing when she moved to Vancouver and she ended up sleeping great with him over facetime. Carter also figured out she sleep well with her dog next to her.

Carter softly nodded starting to eat her oatmeal.

Carter was silent throughout the breakfast and silently walked with Quinn away from their teammates and heading to her hotel room.

Quinn walked in slipping his shoes off and lying in her bed, “Come on.” Carter slipped off her slippers putting her phone on the nightstand and slid into the spot next to her brother, she rested her head against his side and Quinn gently rubbing her back, she could feel herself slowly falling asleep and her eyes falling shut.

Carter slowly woke up to Quinn waking her, she grumbled burying her head into the bed, “Cmon Cart, it’s been a good few hours we are leaving in less than an hour.” Quinn slid out of the bed once he knew she was awake and headed out of her hotel room to his.

Carter rubbed her eyes to wake up and yawned, She got out of bed grabbing her outfit for the game. She headed to the bathroom seeing Cole chilling in his suit already sitting on the bed.

Carter washed her face and brushed her teeth to wake herself up, before taking her hair out of the even messier bun fixing it so it can be down for before the game.

She put on a pair of black trousers, while long sleeve thermal and green v neck sweater with black pointed toe heeled boots, she slipped off most of her jewelry expect her two necklaces that she still plays with them on.

Carter sat on the bed pulling out phone responding to Connor for a good while till she had to leave.

Carter grabbed her wired headphones and walked out of the room with Cole, they walked down to the lobby where there was a small Cafe and they could see a lot of their teammates getting something warm to drink.

Carter and Cole walked over to the line and waited in the line, Carter order a hot vanilla oat latte, she quickly grabbed her drink sighing when she took a sip, they walked back into the lobby seeing almost all of the team waiting there to get onto the bus.

They all headed onto the bus, Carter slid into a row slipping on her headphones and playing her playlist while drinking in her coffee, she felt someone sit next to her and looked over seeing Demko who flashed a smile, she smiled back before turning her head back to the window.

The bus pulled into the Devils Arena, and the team all started getting out of the bus, Carter walked out of the bus and down the hallways to the locker room. She threw her coffee into the trash, shutting off her music and shutting her phone off and putting it her stall.

Carter warmed up before the game and before she knew she was on the ice.

The Canucks won 6-4 againt the Devils, Carter having a goal and an assist as well as getting in a fight against Brenden Smith on the ice, Carter may have gave him a bloody nose and knocked him to the ground, she was a angry about the hit on Connor even if it was a clean hit.

Carter and Quinn talked to all their family and friends that came for the game for a good while before they had to go back to the hotel.

Carter slipped into her hotel room quickly changing and slipping into bed and texting Connor before slowly falling asleep.

January 7, 2024

The Canucks players had a free day, no practice and no game so they were free to do whatever they wanted for the day.

Carter woke up earlier knowing her parents were coming to pick up Quinn and her for the day. She slipped out of bed and got ready in the bathroom, deciding to keep on Connor’s grey sweatpants and throw on a creme quarter zip, and slipped a pair of socks on and then put her slippers on, she threw her hair into a messy bun and headed out of the bathroom.

She grabbed her phone and headed out of the room quietly seeing Cole still fast asleep, she headed down to the breakfasts and grabbed oatmeal again and a big mug of coffee, she started eating when Quinn sat down in front of her with his food.

“Morning Cart.” Quinn smiled soflty at his sister.

“Morning.” Carter grumbled drinking her coffee, Quinn just chuckled at her.

Quinn and Carter got rid of their dishes and headed out to the hotel lobby seeing Jack’s car outside, they quickly walked to the car feeling the cold falling snow on them. Quinn opened the door letting Carter in first before getting in behind her shutting the car.

“Hello Loves.” Ellen turned around in her seat to smile at her kids, missing the days she saw them everyday.

“Hi mom.” Carter and Quinn spoke in unison.

“Hi dad.” Carter smiled at her dad in the drivers seat getting a smile through the mirror. The drive was mostly comfort silence as they drove to Jack and Luke’s apartment.

The four got out of the car and headed up to the apartment, they walked into the apartment seeing Jack and Luke talking to each other at the couch, they both looked up seeing their family walk in.

Carter slipped off her slippers and walked to the couch sitting next to Luke and sliding under his blanket, Luke just laughed putting an arm around his sister. Quinn walked over sitting between Carter and Jack.

Ellen and Jim sat at the other end of the couch next to each other. They ended up all just catching up on each other’s lives.

Carter looked at her family all talking to each other and knew she needed to tell them, she grabbed Quinn’s hand, “I’m seeing someone.” Carter blurted out to her family, the room went silent as they all turned to Carter who was fidgeting with Quinn’s hand.

“How long has this been going on.” Ellen soflty smiled at her youngest having a feeling she was right yesterday.

“She’s been in love with him for over four years.” Quinn chuckled at his sister, not realizing how guilty Jack and Luke felt hearing that.

“Quinn!” Carter hissed with a blushing face just making Quinn laugh knowing he always enjoys teasing his sister.

“We started dating officially almost a month ago.” Carter responded to her mom’s question.

“Do we know him?” Jim questioned not sure how to feel that his little girl isn’t so little anymore.

“Uh Yeah, Um Connor, Connor Bedard we played together at Regina.” Carter smiled softly at the question, making her parents share a look seeing how in love she looks just by talking about him.

“How come you never told us about him before?” Jack questioned, feeling terrible his sister has a crush for years and he never knew, he’s not saying she should tell him, he’s her brother he should figure this stuff out, like he’s sure Quinn did.

“Ah, honestly i’ve talked about him as my friend, but um i was trying to figure my feelings all out.” Carter truthfully spoke not trying to keep anything from her family but her feelings and the relationship with Connor before they got together was complicated and was painful she didn’t really want to talk about it a lot.

“When can we meet him as your boyfriend.” Luke squeezed her shoulder, going to try to pay more attention to her life feeling guilty he never knew.

“I was planning this weekend but he had to get back to Chicago early.” Carter spoke fiddling with Quinn’s fiddling with his hand still as she is still nervous about Connor upcoming surgery tomorrow.

“OH MY GOD!” Jack shouted, “That’s who you went to visit during the summer!” Jack has been trying to figure out what friend she was visiting in Chicago.

“Yes.” Carter softly nodded.

“Please why do you think she went to Seattle a few weeks ago.” Quinn smirked honestly enjoying this.

“You went to Seattle!” Ellen was surprised having not know her daughter went on a little trip.

“Just for two nights when uh the blackhawks we’re playing there.” Carter just shrugged nonchalantly.

“Eww, you slept in the same bed as a boy!” Jack dramatically groaned making his family chuckle at him.

“Do you also want to know that we use to be roommates for road trips?” Cater smirked mischievously at her brother making Luke and Quinn snicker.

“EW!” Jack groaned in disgust, not even wanting her to sleep in the same room as a boy. The family just shook their heads at his dramatics.

“Does he treat you alright?” Ellen soflty questioned kinda sad that she wasn’t there to see her daughter experiencing her first crush.

“Yeah, he’s treats me perfectly.” Carter smiled nodding.

“Perfectly is an understatement, Con is head over heels for Cart, he sends her flowers multiple times a week.” Quinn smirked, Quinn also the one of the two people that knows everything of Carter and Connor’s relationship.

“Wait! those flowers were from him?” Luke questioned remembering the flowers Carter had a few weeks ago when they played against each other in Vancouver.

“Yeah.” Carter nodded with a blush across her cheeks.

“Well as long as you’re happy, we’re happy.” Ellen smiled at her daughter. Carter let out a sigh of relief and smiled, “Now do you have any pictures?” Ellen grinned at her daughter and Carter smiled happily and got off the couch walking over plopping down next to her mom pulling out her phone to show her mother a lot of pictures.

Jim looked over at his eldest, “Does he treat her right?” Jim needed to make sure seeing how happy she was talking about him.

Quinn nodded, fondly smiling as Connor had became someone Quinn thinks of a younger sibling over the years, “Oh definitely. Connor treats Carter perfectly there would be no better for her.” Quinn reassured his father and brother.

“Good.” Jack nodded looking serious.

“Connor is exactly what Carter needs, it took awhile but they finally got together.” Quinn fondly rolled his eyes remembering all the time they were so obviously in love but not together.

Carter showed her mother many of the photos her and Connor have taken together and Ellen could see how much the two love each other in the photos it was obvious.

Carter was relived to tell her family about her relationship and they all took to well.

They spent the rest of the day all catching up and having a dinner before letting Quinn and Carter go back to their hotel and Jack, Luke, Ellen and Jim will see them tomorrow as the four are going to the Canucks game againt the Islanders to watch Carter and Quinn play.

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sacharinee · 1 year

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peter moments part three!

pairing: peter parker x reader

w/c: 1918

a/n: hi i hope u guys r having a great new year so far :) i kept this in the drafts for weeks and im throwing it out here now. school is back up so im sad again but i hope u guys r all well <3 enjoy!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you not knowing your own boyfriend is new york’s friendly neighborhood spider-man has to be the funniest thing ever to peter.

it started sophomore year when you and peter had teensy crushes on each other. you and he often had study dates at one another’s. however, this usually ended up with you falling asleep halfway and him having to pull an all-nighter to teach you the topics of your exam.

peter is hard at work at your desk, preparing for the calc midterm you two had the next day. while you were supposed to be studying, you found comfort on your bed, watching youtube videos of crazy spider boy sightings in queens instead. it wasn’t your fault anyways; the viral footage of the superhero is all that everyone’s talking about recently.

“pete,” you called out. he doesn’t budge when you call his name, still scribbling math formulas you don’t even want to attempt to understand.

“peterrr,” you singsonged. he drops his pencil and sniffles, turning your swivel chair around to face you, “what’s up?”

“y-yea i’m fine” he answers with a reassuring smile. you don’t know what it is about him recently but you can tell something is off with him; he’s leaving school early, arriving late, and completely exhausted for your study nights, and he seems to be on edge whenever you’re around.

you usually berated him, advising him to take some of the load off and spend some more time for himself, even supporting his decision in quitting band. although, you think your guidance has something to do with your feelings of loneliness and detachment away from peter.

“okayyy,” you draw out unconvinced, “well, have you seen that new clip of the weird spider thingy? it’s crazy! look at it,” you shove your phone in his face. you don’t notice the way he smiles at you in secret, peter thinks it’s adorable how excited and easily distracted you get. but he knows it's going to be the death of him when you call at 3 am asking him to explain the concept of derivatives for your shared calc exam.

he’s hesitant to look away from your face. you’re in such awe when you stare with wide eyes and mouth agape at your screen, he thinks you’re the prettiest.

when his attention does fall on your phone, he’s quick to realize what clip of his alter ego is playing and abruptly grabs the device, shutting it off. “hey! what are y-” “you know that’s all fake right? it’s all done on a computer?” “what? no, it’s not. look at him!”

“i’m looking and it seems like it’s all cgi to me.” peter’s doing anything he can to deter you in the wrong direction, anything he can grasp.

“well cgi or not, i think he’s so hot,” you defend. “i mean, can you believe it? with his bare hands! how much does that car weigh? has to be like a few thousand pounds, right? and the speed it's going at? oh my god, he’s so strong.” you gush.

you miss the way peter’s face glows like fire. he’s red, really red. all blushing and trying to control his breathing. you think he’s hot? him? and strong too?

it’s times like these when peter struggles to compose himself and resists telling you the truth. he takes a deep breath, pinches his nose bridges, and opens his mouth, “actually, y/n/n, um”

you cut him off, grabbing your phone back, “it’s so crazy. i heard he’s out every night fighting bad guys and everything. i hope he has someone taking care of him too.”

peter stands there, mouth open, unsure of what to do next. he realizes you’re right, telling you would be selfish, and he can’t risk putting you in danger.

he purses his lips in disappointment and looks back at you. you’re in your previous position, laying down with one leg over the other while you hold your phone close up watching spider-man do backflips for new york citizens. you don’t have a single care in the world. and peter would like to keep it that way.

so he bites his tongue and goes back to studying.

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a few days later, you and peter arrive back to your room after school.

“thanks for staying up all night with me the other day. i really didn’t know what was going on calc,” you graciously thank him. peter was running on a two-hour power nap before he took that midterm with you, but it was worth it when you came rushing to him, squealing with excitement. you tackled him with a big hug, showing him your exam with a b- written in red marker proudly.

“of course,” he blushes. peter always makes time for you, even if it gets too inconvenient for him.

he makes his way into your room dropping his bag by your door and walks over to your bed to rest, “i’m really proud of you, you know? that test was hard and ms. warren didn’t even curve-” peter stops dead in his tracks when he sees what’s laying on your bed.

a miniature spider-man plush decorates your comfy mattress.

“what’s wrong?” you come up behind him. you cleaned your room this morning knowing you and peter would be hanging out later on so it shouldn’t be too messy.

peter laughs, “you uh, you sleep with that thing?” pointing to your beloved plush. you quickly grab it in its defense, “yea, so what?” you have an adorably angry look on your face which peter knows all too well.

he smiles at you, “n-nothing. it’s cute.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

it only got worse as time went on.

you rush through harry’s front door; his lavish loft that his father bought for him to keep the two of them separated, was often used for your friend group to hang out at. your friends, harry, mj, ned, betty, and peter were all waiting for you to arrive, and you were running late due to an unexpected emergency stop.

“oh my god, finally. we’re starving, where were you?” ned groans. you might’ve kept them waiting with the pizza you promised to bring. peter quickly stands up from the couch and walks towards you, grabbing the large boxes from your hands. he spares you a sweet smile with a kiss on the cheek and whispers a soft greeting to you.

now that peter had the courage to properly ask you to be his girlfriend a couple of months ago, you would think he has the guts to tell you the truth. however, he always decided against it, opting to keep spider-man under the radar when it came to you. it certainly got more difficult when he’d come to your place with a limp and sweaty hair all while you would ask countless questions asking if he was feeling okay or if he ate earlier that day. you’re just a curious person by nature.

“i know, i’m sorry i’m late, buuut…” you leave a dramatic pause. “i was out getting these!”

your friends watch you stumble taking your shoes off and holding it in front of them. all you receive are blank stares and confused faces in return.

mj’s the first to speak up, “crocs?”

“no, not the crocs,” you walk up closer with your shoes on display, “the spider-man jibbits!”

your squealing captures peter’s attention when he drops the pizza boxes off on the kitchen counter.

“wait- that’s why you came late? to buy your little jibbits?” harry remarks. “they’re not just any other jibbits, harry, they’re spider-” “yea spider-man, i know.”

ned piques “h-hold on, you do know that-” peter rushes behind you, shaking his head, waving his hands frantically, urging his best friend to shut up silently.

“that uh, peter is… and he, uhm i-” ned visibly gulps, “i have to use the bathroom.” he hurriedly runs off to what you assume is the restroom and you look at your friends and peter weirdly.

“what’s his problem?” you throw your shoes by the front door and wash your hands, grabbing a plate to put a slice of pizza on top. peter stands there, wide-eyed with flushed cheeks and chest heaving, a tell-tale sign he’s nervous or stressed. everyone on the couch stares back at peter while he stares at wherever ned ran off to.

you offer him your slice of pizza, “are you okay?” while nodding his head peter gulps too, “mhm.” he gives you an awkward smile and grabs his pizza from you as you take the back of your hand placing it against his neck and then on his forehead. “you’re getting kinda warm, pete. you should drink some more water. i’ll get it for you.”

you go back into the kitchen, fetching him a glass of water while he sits back down on the couch beside his friends.

“she doesn’t know yet?” mj whispers. “how does she not know?” “even i know you’re spider-man, and that’s saying something” betty teases.

“it’s,” peter sighs, “it’s complicated.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

at this point, your friends began to bet how much longer it would take for you to catch on. they even love fueling your obsession with spider-man, sending tiktoks, edits, and new footage of the superhero.

it’s a few days after christmas and you and your friends found themselves lounging at harry’s sitting together near the christmas tree.

“okay y/n,” harry sets his gift in front of you, “your turn.”

this year, you and your friends decided on doing a fun secret santa for each other. you were sad in finding out that you and peter didn’t receive each other, but that didn’t stop you guys from getting personalized gifts for one another. you and your boyfriend are fully clad in matching pj's with santa hats on top of your heads.

“hmmm” you ponder. “is it… keys to a new car? orrr a new phone? ooh! or the new louboutin shoes they released last week?” you hold your present close to you and tap against it while a million ideas rush through your head. harry’s dad is rich; your imagination is unlimited. you once saw harry gift a laptop once for a guy he barely knew.

“it’s even better.”

you hum in response, carefully digging out the tissue to pull out his mysterious gift. your fingers feel something soft, and you slowly lift it out of the bag.

“oh my god! no way!” his gift leaves you gasping and jumping in your seat. you hold out your christmas present out in front of you.

everyone stares at you in puzzlement, “socks?” mj questions.

“only the best socks ever!” you squeal enthusiastically. peter looks at harry dumbfounded, only to find him mischievously smirking back at him. “i’ve gotta go put these on,” you run away excitedly with your gift like a little kid. peter shakes his head in disapproval towards him, your friends giggling at harry’s antics.

“you better tell her soon man, or someone might think she’s spider-man’s girlfriend, instead.”

“n-no! are you kidding? she can’t know, she’d freak-"

moments later you come back out squealing, showing off your clad feet completely decked out in your brand new spider-man socks.

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mattmurdocksscars · 10 months

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Late Night Healing Sessions

A/N: Installment two of the Chaos Trio aka the continuation to Friends?! This chapter is kind of Frank-centric so hope yall enjoy! Sorry this took so long to get done, my muse has been dead for some time now.

Warnings: Wound tending, cursing, it’s pretty tame.

Pairing: Eventual Matt x Reader x Frank

"Red."

"Castle."

"I ain't been shooting anyone lately so what brings you here?" Frank looked Matt over and raised a brow. He was posted up on a rooftop, just watching and listening. Matt had popped up next to him though and if Frank didn't know any better, he'd say Matt was nervous.

"Can I ask you something?" Now Frank definitely knew something was strange but, figuring it was probably something vigilante related, he shrugged and nodded.

"How did you know Maria was it for you?" Frank choked and Matt had the decency to look sheepish even with his mask still on.

"You comin to me for love advice, Red?" Matt sighed and tugged his helmet off, running a hand through his hair.

"No. Maybe." Matt growled. "I don't know, okay?"

"Is this about your friend from a couple weeks ago." Matt's sudden silence and the way he froze told Frank everything. "I don't know why you haven't gone for it. Even you, a blind man, should be able to see that she cares about you."

"Just because she cares about me, doesn't necessarily mean she wants more. I mean, she doesn't even really know who I am."

"And whose fault is that?" Matt grit his teeth. "Yeah, exactly. You closed the door, not her. From what I saw, she'd be very interested in taking things further. And you clearly are too, if the way you put her in bed says anything."

Matt huffed and started pacing.

"But what if I put her in danger?"

"Sounded like she could take care of herself. And if the way she stood up to me says anything, she definitely ain't afraid of much."

"That's what I'm afraid of. I'm half convinced she'd follow me every night but there seems like there's something holding her back. I can't place it, but there's more to her."

"And there's more to you. Maybe if you let her see that side of you, she'll show you her secrets too."

"All of this doesn't negate the fact that I don't want her in danger because of me."

"Look. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you this. Life is a bitch. It'll take everything from you in the blink of an eye. But I wouldn't still be here today if it weren't for the memories of the good times I carry with me. Maria, she might not have approved of what I'm doing but she would have understood it. She was there through all the tours and the night terrors and the bad days. I wouldn't be who I am if I hadn't had that support."

"... Thanks, Frank." Matt nodded his head to Frank and slipped his mask on. He headed for the edge of the rooftop and just as he was about to jump, Frank spoke again.

"Hey, Red? Don't wait too long. Someone else might come along if you do."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Castle. Stay out of trouble, will you?"

"No promises, Red."

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The uneven knocking at your door woke you from an uneasy sleep. All night you'd felt that something was off and so you'd tried to stay awake to see if Daredevil needed your assistance. When he hadn't shown by his normal time, you'd laid down on the couch and passed out. Now though, you jolted awake and up, rushing towards the door.

"I'm coming, D, I'm- What the fuck?" Standing at your door was not Daredevil, but Frank Castle. "What are you doing here?"

He looked like shit. Blood wept from a cut on his forehead and down his face. Speaking of blood, you realized the rest of him was covered in it.

Rather than answer your question, Frank swayed and hissed as his body caught the door frame. You winced at the blood he left behind but brought your eyes back to the man in front of you.

"Castle…?" That seemed to startle him into awareness enough for him to speak.

"Didn't know where else t' go. Need help, please?" Your brows shot up and you immediately opened your door wider.

"Come on, let's get you inside." As soon as you put your hands on him to help support his weight, he dropped. You cursed as he almost brought you down with him but you managed to keep your footing.

"Fuck." You hissed, trying to figure out how you were supposed to get this massive man inside your house. Putting both hands under his shoulders, you pulled with all your strength.

He barely moved. The movement also drew a moan from him and you winced in sympathy. Moving around so you could face him, you gingerly cupped his face.

"Hey. Hey, Frank, wake up. I can't get you inside without your help. Come on. You can do it."

You kept coaxing him and silently hoping none of your neighbors chose to look out their windows anytime soon.

"Come on, Castle. Don't make me slap you."

"You wouldn' hit an injured person." He slurred and you nearly sobbed in relief.

"Don't try me. Now, come on. I need you to help me get your ass inside." You pulled on his shoulders for good measure and watched as he then forced himself up onto his feet. You stood with him and carefully began leading him inside. It took the two of you entirely too long and the way Frank got paler and paler the more the two of you moved, did not sit well with you.

"What the hell happened to you?" You wondered aloud.

"Mob. Irish. Motherfuckers hit hard when they want to." You sighed and rolled your eyes in frustration.

"Of course. You and Red are gonna be the death of me."

"Mm. Red. He talk to you yet?" You furrowed your brow but figured it was good to keep him talking. You settled him on the couch and rushed to grab your first aid supplies.

"About what, Castle? Keep talking."

"Shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"He wouldn't like it." You huffed and began working on cutting Frank out of his shirt. He started to go lax on you and you quickly shook him.

"Hey, hey! Keep talking, Castle. Why wouldn't he like it?"

"'Cause he likes you and doesn't wanna admit it." Frank slurred out and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. You ignored them in favor of starting to stitch Frank's wounds.

"Oh yeah? He tell you that or are you just guessing?"

"He told me. But it's also obvious as shit. The two of you aren't subtle." Your face burned from his comment, but he was still talking and you weren't going to stop him.

"Told him to quit bein a scaredy cat. Life's too short for that shit. Also told him he better figure it out before someone else comes along."

You half listened as you worked to stitch up the worst of his wounds. He was a mess of knife slashes and stabs and you had to hope that nothing out of your limited experience was wrong. Frank was starting to fade again, so you gently shook his shoulder.

"I need you to stay awake, Frank. Keep talking to me."

"About wha?"

"Anything. Tell me… tell me about your family, Frank." It was quiet for long enough that you thought you'd overstepped but then Frank started talking.

He told you about Maria and Lisa and Frank Jr. He told you stories and little moments and your heart ached as you realized just how much this man loved his family… and just how much he had lost.

Frank managed to stay awake the entire time you worked on him, but just barely. You sent up a silent thank you to his family. They're memory had kept him alive another night.

Sitting back, you pulled your gloves off and patted Frank absent-mindedly on the arm.

"Alright, I've fixed everything I can. You know the rules from last time but to be honest, you might need longer than a couple hours. So stay as long as you need." You told him, standing and wobbling because of how long you'd been kneeling. A weak hand shot out to stabilize you and you huffed a laugh.

"Don't worry about me, Castle. Worry about yourself."

"'M fine. Just need to sleep a few hours and I'll be right as rain." You jokingly rolled your eyes and stepped away from him. Taking all the dirty materials you used, you threw it all out and then went to the sink to wash your hands.

"Sure, Castle. Whatever you say."

"Oh, so I'm Castle again, huh? Thought I was Frank now."

"Frank is reserved for almost dying only." You teased from your spot at the sink and you heard him chuckle then hiss. "Sorry. Seriously, get some sleep. And I mean it when I say stay as long as you need.”

“Thanks.” He murmured. In the ensuing silence, you assumed he fell asleep. Keeping as quiet as possible, you cleaned up as much of the mess as you could. Finally, once your place was relatively clean, you checked on him one final time. As you had guessed, he was fast asleep. Deciding to keep an eye on him, you settled into one of the chairs you had catty corner to the couch. Pulling a blanket over yourself, you settled in to get a restless night of sleep.

Throughout what was left of the night, you checked on Frank several times. The amount of blood he’d lost was worrisome and the last thing you wanted was him dying on your couch. When you finally gave up on sleep, it had been about 5 hours since Frank had fallen asleep. Getting up and stretching, you headed to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and running a hand over your hair to tame it some, you headed back into the living room. You froze in the hallway when you realized Frank was no longer on the couch. Instead he was standing in front of your coffee maker, sleepily pressing buttons.

“Castle, what the actual fuck are you doing up right now?” You scolded.

“It’s mornin’. I need to get going.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, gently nudging him out of the way and getting the coffee going.

“I swear, you’re just as bad as D.” Frank grunted and leaned against the counter as the two of you waited for the coffee to brew. He seemed like he wanted to say something so you kept quiet and let him get his thoughts together.

“About last night…”

“What about it?”

“What I told you. About Red. I shouldn’t have said anything. What goes on between the two of you is none of my business.” You raised an eyebrow and turned to face him fully.

“It obviously is some of your business. D trusted you enough to come to you and talk. That’s gotta mean something.”

"Yeah and then I broke that trust by telling you." Frank rubbed the back of his neck. "If it's all the same to you, can we pretend I never said anything?"

"Of course. It doesn't matter much because I still doubt D will say anything to me. He's too guarded." You shrugged and poured yourself and Frank a cup of coffee, passing his to him before doctoring yours to your liking.

"He's got his reasons. This life ain't easy." Frank said, a dark look on his face. You were quiet for several minutes before you spoke again.

"Did you kill them?"

"Who?"

"Everyone involved in your family's death."

"...Yeah. Yeah, I did." Frank was surprised when you smiled.

"Good."

Frank decided then that if Matt didn't make a move soon… he might be the someone else he warned Matt about.

#matt murdock x reader x frank castle #matt murdock x reader #frank castle x reader

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cheynovak · 4 months

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The assistant - part 2(Alternative ending)

Reader x Soldier Boy

Warnings: Smut 16+, Fluff, Alcohol, unprotected sex. (Make sure your always protected!)

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 3184

This is the alternative ending for part 2

– the first part of this story remains the same make sure you read the original second part to be up to date for this one.

Second part of the story “The assistant” Soldier boy had just told Y/N that he didn’t want her to be his secret girl. But how are they going to deal with Crimson Countess (CC as Y/N calls her) and did he really mean everything he said? Y/N starts to doubt her relationship and Ben now that time had passed an nothing seems to change. Does he really love her?

*note: the timeline may not always follow the boys timeline.*

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Short recap: the assistant part 2

More and more people started to gather in the hall. “I really thought that one day I would be the girl who gave you children or the one you loved enough to leave this shithole for.” Ben kept listening to her. He never told her he loved her because there was something that held him back, he hoped that giving her all those things would show her he loved her. He had no idea that it would seem that he bought her patience. Even now, when he felt this was his last chance to show her, he cramped up thinking, I’m no good for her, she deserves a man who says he loves her every day. “Sweetheart, I ... I’m sorry.” he said while stepping back giving her space. Y/N’s heart dropped “So that’s it? I’m sorry?” Ben didn’t even look at her anymore hoping she wouldn’t see his tears. Y/N looked around starting to feel suffocating, nauseous.

That was all Y/N could take so she left, leaving Ben in the middle of the hall. She could hear him yell at the employees. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!”

Y/N didn’t want to go home so instead she drove to her parent’s house. Luckly only her mom was home. “Honey what happened?” She asked while drying her hands on the towel. “I think, Ben and I broke up mom.” Y/N said trying to keep her tears from falling, clearly not working. “Oh sweety, come here.” Her mom pulled her in for a hug holding her down to her until they heard the door opening. Y/N’s dad walked in looking worried. After a long talk with some tea and tears Y/N explained how she felt to her parents. Her mom even offers her to stay in her old room for a couple of days just to get some rest. She accepted it just for that night but didn’t want to leave her apartment for too long.

The next week Ben stood in front of Y/N’s office every day, considering knocking on her door or to leave her be. He didn’t know she took the rest of the week off. But today, before he could decide Gunpowder walked towards him. ”Sir? She isn’t at work today.” Ben looked down at him a little shamed he saw him. “She actually took the week off. I had an appointment with her, but she called the office to reschedule.” Gunpowder added. “Why did you want to see her? Complaining about me?” He huffed. “No Sir, I was worried, she had no clients anymore, no one trusted her, so I thought it would be good for her if someone took the first step.” He smiled and walked away. No one trusted her anymore Ben thought, she had to be heartbroken, she really took her job serious, loved it even.

That night Y/N had agreed to meet her old friends, Sophia and Jenny for a drink at the local bar where they used to go. She did her best not to look like a washed up heartbroken drunk. She did her hair, nails and make up, chose a nice classic black dress not to short but short enough to show off her legs. Added some red heels that matched her lipstick and purse. Just because he isn’t seeing her doesn’t mean I have to walk around in trainers she thought to herself. Her friends were surprised to see her like that. ��Damn Girl! Vought did you good!” Sophia said the minute Y/N walked in. It was like time stood still, booze floated, and old memories were shared. For the first time that week she actually felt good.

Ben on the other hand felt horrible and alone in his bed. So, instead of wandering around he decided to talk to Y/N. But when he knocked on her apartment door no one answered. “Her parents.” he said under his breath.

“Yes.” Her dad answered the door crossing his arms. “Y/N, is she here?” Ben asked trying to ignore Richard’s attitude. “No.” He closed the door. Ben tried again. Only this time her mom opened. ”I’m sorry Ben, you have to understand Richard, you hurt his little girl.” She said while taking a step outside. “I’m trying to make it up. I’m trying to...” He took a pause to choose his words carefully. “Do you have any idea where she is?- “She isn’t here. She is out with friends, but I doubt she wants to see you.” Ben nodded. “Mary, all I can do is try.” You mother placed her hand on his shoulder. “I hope you two work things out. The way you look at her, reminds me of the way Richard used to look at me.”

“So, Y/N.” Sophia started. “Vought, Supes... Anyone striking your eye?“ She asked teasingly. Y/N sighs “Well, to be honest, we just broke up. But I wanted to keep it light today so, no breakup tragedies tonight.” - “Was it someone famous?” Jenny asked. “Kind of, I'll tell you all about it next time, tonight fun!” Y/N managed to say with a smile. “My turn to buy right?

Y/N quickly got up to the bar, but the place was so busy the bartender didn’t saw her standing there. A not so bad looking guy lifted his hand above Y/N asking the bartender to take their order. “This lovely lady was first.” He said looking at Y/N. “awwh thanks!” she smiled softy. Not much later returning to their table. “He looked cute.” Jenny said while looking him up and down. “I guess... If you say so.”

The guy saw that the girls were all looking at him. So, he took his shot and came to the table. A little small talk, some laughs and buying the girls more drinks, even though Y/N was the one who didn’t flirt with him, she was the one he liked and clearly tried to show off to. After hours of searching Ben saw Y/N standing at the table, in the last bar he wanted to search before giving up. She looked good he noticed. But instead of being extremely glad he found her, he got jealous, he noticed the guy with you, laying his hand on your shoulder, standing a little too close to her, even though every time he closed in space you stepped back, that’s my girl he thought, Ben decided to watch you for now.

After a while your girlfriends went to the bathroom leaving you alone with him. He whispered something in Y/N’s ear while holding his hand on her lower back. Y/N wanted to take a step back when his face came way to close to her for her liking. But he held her. That was it, Ben stormed through the crowed “Hey Buddy, let the girl go.” he said while grabbing his shoulders “Dude, find yourself another chick!” The guy said without looking at Ben turning again towards Y/N. You friends came back, and Y/N had already taken a few steps away. “Ben? What are you doing here?” She was surprised. “Is that soldier boy?” Jenny asked Sophia just a little too loud, people around them stopped their conversation one by one.

“I wanted to talk to you Y/N. So, I searched for you and a good thing I did.” Ben looked over his shoulder at the guy while he walked past him. Ben took her hands in his and looked her in the eye. “Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry for the way we ended things.”

Sophie, jenny and pretty much everyone around you, who started to recognise Ben, were flabbergasted. “I think we need to talk.” Ben added. “Yeah, I guess we do. But not here.” Y/N said trying to stay firm walking passed him.” Outside, know!” The way she stands her ground made Ben so warm almost blush. Y/N made sure to walk around to the ally, Ben walked close behind her, his eyes lingered on her, taking in every inch of her body. Once out of side of the public eye Y/N turned around “What the hell Ben, have you been following me?” But instead of answering he pulled her in his arms. “I’ve missed you sweetheart.” It took Y/N a second to respond but eventually she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked muffed against his chest. He didn’t answer. “Ben?” He lifted her head up with his hand under her chin, she looked in his perfect green eyes and for the first time in forever she noticed he was crying. Without a word he pressed his lips against hers. Y/N knew this was where she belongs. Without hesitation answered his kiss pulling him closer by his neck. Ben’s hands moved down to her ribs holding her tight. It wasn’t a long kiss, neither was it sexually loaded, no but it was a kiss with passion and love. When their lips parted, they were both out of breath. Still holding each other, their heads touching. “Ben...” He hummed “Maybe it’s more comfortable to talk somewhere private? And warmer?” She asked letting go of a shiver. “What do you suggest?” Finally, she heard his strong yet fragile voice. “Why don’t you go to my apartment, I’ll finish up here, I need to talk to my friends before leaving. And we talk there?” She lifted her face to look at him. He kissed her again. “Don’t take long.”

Y/N walked back to her friends. Who stood there, Sophia with her arms and mouth wide open. While Jenny almost jumped her. “Soldier Boy, really Y/N!” - “Yeah girl, he is kind of famous! Kind of my ass!” Y/N couldn’t help but blush. “Oh please, we are... I don’t know. Friend, I guess.” Sophia looked at you with an annoyed look ‘Y/N, your lipstick tells me otherwise.” Jenny pulled a little mirror out of her purse and gave it to Y/N. Her lipstick had been smudged, she quickly cleaned herself up with a small tissue from the table. “Where is he?” Jenny asked looking way to obvious behind Y/N. “We agreed to talk, in private there is way too much that need to be said. So, I agreed to meet him at my place.” She looked apologetic at her friend. “What are you waiting for? Go home!” Jenny slapped her thigh with the back of her hand.

As Y/N walked through the hall she could see Ben’s tall strong body like shadow leaning against the wall looking at his feet. Arms folded over his chest. Even though it had been only a week since she touched him, her body reacted like an addict. The closer she got to him the more she felt the arousal in her body glowing. The second he saw her he stood up and flashed her a perfect little smile. So perfect she thought to herself. She unlocked the door walked inside and left the door open for him to follow her. The second she heard Ben closing the door his pushed his back against it, moving her hands up his torso around his neck. He felt her fingers in his hair pulling him down, all while still locking eyes and moving very, very slow. She kissed him with a deep burning sensation, her tongue asking permission which he gladly granted. His hands held her hips firm against his body. She could feel that this wasn’t enough for her she needed more of him.

When she started to undo his shirt, he stopped her. “Are you sure?” he asked with a deep and heated voice. “Is Soldier boy really asking if I want to have sex?” she teasingly answered, expecting him to smirk or grin. “No, but Ben wants you to be sure, before doing something that might hurt you mentally.” he whispered. Y/N smiled “There no better answer.” Their lips found each other again. Ben undressed her smooth, lifting her dress over her head only leaving her lips when doing so, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. When he gracefully dropped her on the bed, he took off his own suit before covering her almost naked body with his. Her fingers glided over the muscles on his back and shoulders. Touching every inch of skin while his hand moved up from her knee over her thigh, pinching her hip while he kissed her neck. Y/N moaned his name.

She was used to his roughness, but this, this was a passion she never knew he possessed. “I want you.” He whispered in her ear. “Then take me.” He lifted himself to look in her eyes. “I’m all yours.” She said. Ben started his trail of kisses down her body. Making sure every inch of it felt loved while his hands undid her bra, massage her breasts. Y/N’s back arched while she whimpered. Ben looked through his lashes at her while his hands had moved down to her panties. His fingers slipped under the silk material of it and pulled them down, while kissing her core. She could feel his breath against her clit, her hand moved down to his hair. Ben licked a long stroke over her slit. “Even sweeter than I remember.” He softly spoke before licking her again. He took his time. No one to bother them, no rush, just pleasure.

“Ben... I need more.” She managed to say between breathes. “What do you need sweetheart?” He asked while lifting his body over hers again softly sucking her neck. Y/N wrapped her legs around his hip pulling him in. She could feel his erection against her tight. The unexpected movement from her made him moan in her ear. “Please.” She begged him. Ben moves back to remove the last piece of his clothing, lining him up against her overstimulated pussy, pushing slowly in. They both moaned once he fully bottomed out. Ben trusted hard, he quickly found a speed that wasn’t rushed but felt unbelievable good for her. Y/N kissed his neck and shoulders while encouraging him to keep going. Her hands found their way to his ass, her nails moved softy over them. Ben understood her and started to thrust a little harder but didn’t speed up.

Y/N could feel her orgasm building and so did Ben, he felt her whole body shivering under his touch, “Let go sweetheart, I can feel it, let go.” He breather out. “I’m right behind you.” He felt her body reacting to it, watched as he pushed her over the edge. Ben’s thrust started to get out of rhythm. He kissed her passioned holding her tight, she felt his hips stutter while coming inside her. Moaning her name. The first minute Ben didn’t move. He looked at her, moved the piece of hair out of the way and smiled. “What?” Y/N asked completely out of breath. “I love you.” He blurred out still looking at her. “I love you.” He said again but this time a with a little more thought to it. Y/N couldn’t contain her smile. “I love you too.” He lowered his head on her chest, staying there a little longer before getting out to grab some tissues for her, he took care of her, his touch was soft, it felt intimate. He then got back in the bed on other side pulling her in against his chest. His chin lingering on her head her fingers drawing circles on his chest. Before you both fall asleep.

Y/N woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon, she turned around to see her bed was empty but when she got up and walked into the kitchen she sees Ben, he was trying to prepare breakfast. She wrapped her arms around him kissing his naked shoulder “I could get used to this.” He chuckled “Well don’t. I already burned the toast twice and dropped an egg or two.” They both laughed at that. Y/N placed her cheek against his shoulder “Do I have time for a quick shower?” He looked over at her kissing her temple and hummed agreeingly.

In the shower Y/N started to realise what happened last night. This wasn’t just sex, this wasn’t pure pleasure, for the first time they actually made love. And she truly believed him when he said he loved her. When she got out of the shower Ben had managed to prepare a semi decent breakfast. He held out her chair for her and put on some music in the background, the first minute it was quiet, neither of them knowing where to start. So, Y/N took the lead. “Ben... I know I said things that day that must have hurt you. And I want you to know that... I believe you and it was wrong to doubt you. I'm sorry.” Ben nodded letting the words sink in. “I know that I don’t have the track record of being the perfect... partner. But you changed me for the better. And I can see now how the past two years must have been for you. I never wanted to buy your patience. And as far as me showing how much I care for you... How much I love you...” Ben grabbed her hand. “I never had someone that made me feel the way you do and It’s hard for me to open up. But I’m trying sweetheart, you deserved to be told daily that you’re loved.” He smiled shyly.

“So, what now?” Y/N asked. “I’ve been thinking last night while I waited for you, I would like to take a step forward.” He answered. “Meaning?” - “How about I move in with you. Vought will be work, this can be our safe place our home.” Y/N’s eyes glistered with joy. She got up walked around the table. Ben moved his chair back, you took a seat on his lap, arms around his neck. “For the record, I do want you to be the mother of my children. And then I’ll retire we move to the countryside.” He said placing his hand on your belly, he kissed your lips.

“Alright, let’s do it.

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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 17 - News Flash

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Summary: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale’s problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: Harper and the Beaumonts get on a plane to Italy… but they are not riding solo

Word Count: 4,500

Rating/Warnings: M (using the Lord's name in vain, shocking revelations, possible ulterior motives)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: And… we’re back! I know this is a bit delayed, thanks to my new Heaven’s Secret distraction, but I am hoping to refocus myself on this continuously neglected series again for the next few weeks/months so we can make some headway towards wrapping it up. Also, I know we all miss him, and he hasn’t had as much page time as we all (Harper included!) probably want, but I promise that after this chapter there will be a lot more Drake again 🥃

A/N2: Astute readers will probably notice that there is nary a train in sight (in this chapter, or any future ones). This is deliberate because (i) I never understood why PB went in that direction in canon (is a travelling boutique really that important?!), and (ii) trains don’t make sense from a security point of view anyway (apparently the UK’s Royalty and Specialist Protection — which provides close protection to the royal family — used to hate it when Elizabeth II travelled by train, because it was always a massive headache to ensure her safety as trains travel on a fixed route and schedule, with no opportunities for diversion or evasion of things go to pot). So… planes it is ✈️

A/N3: Finally, another special shoutout to @thegreentwin for giving me the inspiration to have a crack at creating the tabloid cover page featured in this chapter. If you have not read The Rebel Prince, please do so! It is cute, funny, insightful and the gossip magazine covers that accompany several of the chapters are something else!

Chapter 17 - News Flash

"I thought we're going to Italy..." I remark the next morning as we pull to a stop on the tarmac of a secluded private airfield.

"We are," confirms Bertrand, jamming a fedora onto his head to protect against the ferocity of the morning sun... and hide the brutal sunburn he managed to acquire as a result of spending the entirety of yesterday's Festival outdoors without any SPF protection.

"Then what's with the literal mountain of luggage?" I ask as we step out of our customary limo.

Bertrand fixes me with a red-faced glare over the roof of the vehicle. "Have you learnt nothing from the social season?"

I throw him a deadpan look. "You mean apart from the fact that you insist on packing everything, including the kitchen sink?"

Maxwell's snort drifts up from the backseat.

The elder Beaumont is not impressed with my clapback. "The engagement tour will be one high-profile event after the other, which means that we will have neither the time nor the opportunity to engage in slap-dash shopping sprees. Not only would such proletarian behaviour be rude, but it would be misguided as well, given that we need to ensure that for each event we abide not just by the formal dress code indicated on the invitation, but also that we do not clash with, or indeed overshadow the hosts — or the King and future Queen, for that matter! — in terms of style and colour, all while being thoughtful in ensuring that we incorporate elements from both local and Cordonian designers to visually showcase the strength of the bonds that knit our respective nations together. On top of all that, it is imperative that we—"

"How the heck is anyone expected to pull all that off?" I blurt in disbelief.

"Through careful planning and coordination," Bertrand declares as he comes to join Maxwell and me on the other side of the limo. "Which is why I have taken the liberty of pre-selecting each outfit for each event of the tour, in consultation with the Palace's Master of the Robes."

My mouth drops. "You... Put a wardrobe together? For me?"

"Yes," comes the diffident affirmation. "Given that all eyes — not just those of our fellow Cordonians, but of our host nations' — will be on us constantly, we cannot afford any fashion faux pas."

I stare at my former sponsor mutely, mouth opening and closing like a dumbfounded goldfish.

Maxwell attempts to diffuse my slap-faced reaction with a jovial grin. "Bertrand used to lay my clothes out for me all the time when we were younger. I know he doesn't look it, but he has excellent—"

I shove an accusatory finger out. "He tried to foist me into a Medieval cosplay dress! That is the exact opposite of excellent taste!"

The elder Beaumont bristles. "It was hardly—"

"And how the hell did you afford all of this anyway?" I interject, throwing my arm out towards the carefully stacked Eiffel Tower of suitcases. "Because last time I checked, you were flat broke!"

Bertrand's already ruddy complexion darkens further. "There is no need for you to concern yourself with—"

"How?!"

After the way Maxwell had tried to sell covert photos and Christian and me from New York to the press in a bid to make bank, I am not willing to take any kind of half-baked deflection when it comes to the Beaumonts and money. I've been used one too many times for someone else's gain, so my trust is virtually non-existent at this point.

Bertrand swallows thickly as he averts his eyes. "I... I may have made recourse to an old sewing machine I found in the attic..."

My eyes just about pop out of my head. "You what?!"

I'd expected any one of six million other explanations — he'd sold the vineyard... remortgaged Ramsford... auctioned off every last chair and curtain from the manor... Even offered his soul to the literal Devil...

But using a sewing machine...? To make actual clothes...?

I had obviously caught the sun yesterday as well, and am now suffering from heat stroke...

"Bertrand has always been interested in fashion," explains Maxwell with a perfectly straight face. "He even wanted to enroll at the world-renowned Istituto Marangoni International in Milan to study Fashion Design. But then our father took unexpectedly ill, and—"

"Yes, yes..." interjects Bertrand with an embarrassed wave of his hand. "No need to revisit broken dreams and unfulfilled promises. The point is that I made the best use of what meagre funds and resources we had at our disposal to curate a serviceable selection of outfits for each of us. With a little help from Maxwell, of course."

"I was the mannequin," he declares proudly. "I admit, I got poked a few times in the line of duty, but it was worth it. Bertrand did a stellar job – you're going to love what he made for you."

"I... I don't know what to say..." I admit faintly.

And here I'd been thinking that Bertrand's closet Harry Potter obsession had been a big reveal...

"Yes... Well..." Bertrand clears his throat uncomfortably. "We each have our unique talents. Speaking of... I trust you have been practicing your Italian?"

I frown. "My what?"

"You were supposed to give her lessons!" cries Bertrand, smacking his brother over the back of the head.

Maxwell's retro '60s sunglasses fly off his face. "My Prada’s...!"

"What about French?" Bertrand demands, rounding on me with all the intensity of a furious tomato on the verge of exploding.

"Allard and Schweitzer have been teaching—"

"Some initiative at last!" exclaims Bertrand, throwing his hands up in the air in deliverance. "Good — you'll have some semblance of a basis, then. However, while both languages share a common root — that being Latin — and a border, as a result of roughly fifteen centuries of historical and linguistic divergence, Italian has become markedly different from its Gallic cousin, so we will have our work cut out in making you even semi-proficient by the time we land in Rome. So, I hope you brought pen and paper with you."

My shoulders slump as I watch Bertrand stride off towards the waiting plane. "Great..."

There goes the next hour and a half of my life...

"I knew I had forgotten something..." admits Maxwell, rubbing the back of his head as he retrieves his sunglasses from the tarmac. "But I thought it was just my second favourite pair of boxers."

"It's fine..." I assure wearily him as I begin my own trudge towards the jet. "It wouldn't be a true Beaumont travel experience without a droning Bertrand lecture..."

Though I guess it could be worse. I could be stuck on the royal jet with Christian and Madeleine. Which — after what happened yesterday — would be like staging an aristocratic rendition of Squid Game... 20,000 feet in the air. So, on that basis, I'll willingly subject myself to Bertrand's monologuing any day of the week, if it means I can—

"And there she is..." remarks a familiar, though very much unexpected voice as I step onto the plane. "The woman of the hour."

Jerking my head to the right, my eyes land on Olivia, lounging on one of the cream-coloured leather seats, her killer spike stiletto boots dangling over the armrest as she casually peruses a broadsheet.

"What are you doing here?" I ask in disbelief.

Olivia lowers the paper to meet my eye with a quirked brow. "You mean, on my own aircraft?"

I cast a glance in Bertrand's direction as I make my way down the gangway. "Guess your meagre funds and resources didn't extend to sourcing jet fuel?"

Bertrand coughs evasively as he stores his briefcase in the overhead locker. "Since we are all heading in the same direction anyway, Lady Oliva was kind enough to—"

"Shut it, Beaumont," Olivia snaps. "I am doing this as a personal favour, not an act of charity. As Lord knows that I wouldn't normally tolerate sharing recycled air with this many people in a confined space. So, if you want to stay on this plane, you will save the histrionics for the Italian President."

Bertrand promptly clamps his mouth shut to sink into his seat without another word.

"Wow..." I say, settling in across from Olivia. "He must've been really desperate to come to you for help... No offence."

"None taken," she replies with a breezy shrug as she flips the broadsheet closed and nods to the cabin attendant. "Because the request didn't come from the Beaumonts."

My head snaps up in surprise. "Then who?"

She regards me for a long moment, as if debating whether to tell me. Finally, she lets out a resigned exhale. "Drake."

My jaw hits the floor. "What!"

Olivia scrunches her mouth up ruefully. "He twisted my arm into agreeing to look out for you while he's off playing desert soldier."

I stare at her. "How in the world did he—?"

Maxwell thrusts his head 'round the back of Olivia's seat. "Drake's playing video games! Instead of coming to Italy?”

The Duchess of Lythikos shoves the intruding face away with the palm of her hand. "No, you imbecile! Drake's gone to Dubai." Glancing at me she adds, "I presume they know?"

"They do now," I concede with a sigh.

Thanks to the slew of quick-fire developments at yesterday's Festival, followed by the rabid packing to get ourselves ready for the international leg of the tour, I haven't had a chance to bring the Beaumonts up to speed with everything that's happened in the past twenty-four hours.

But they're bound to find out about Drake's last-minute side-trip at some point, so this is as good a time as any to level with them.

Maxwell’s mouth drops with an aghast look. "But I didn't hit him that hard!"

Olivia quirks a brow at me.

"Long story, don't ask," I tell her wearily. Glancing up at Maxwell, I add, "He's gone after Tariq. Bastien found him hiding out on some rich cousin's yacht out in the bay."

"Oh." Maxwell scratches his head abashedly. "That makes more sense..."

"How do you put up with these two?" asks Olivia with a shake of her head as Maxwell sinks back into his seat.

I give her a shrug. "They have a weird way of growing on you..."

"Like some deadly fungus..." she mutters with a roll of her eyes.

"I heard that!" objects Maxwell from behind her.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't eavesdrop, then!" she throws over her shoulder snidely. Turning back to me, she adds, "And speaking of funguses, you can remind your boyfriend when he gets back that you both owe me. Big time."

My gaze darts to hers. "I— We're not—"

"Thank you for confirming it," she interjects with a sly smile. "But also, I'm not an idiot. It's obvious to anyone with a set of eyes that the fool is in love with you... and you with him. It's all quite disgusting, really..."

I feel my cheeks redden. "So, why help us, then?"

She heaves a low breath. "Because you stuck your neck out for me when you didn't have to. Despite everything I did to try and undermine you during the season. And because we have a common enemy."

She tosses the broadsheet that she'd been reading over to me.

Catching the copy of the Cordonia Sun before it has a chance to slide off the table between us, I glance down...

...and my heart sinks as I take in the unflattering picture of myself seemingly facing off against Madeleine under the sensationalist headline.

I shove the paper angrily away. "Hey. I didn't start it..."

"And yet you somehow always manage to find yourself in the middle of it, don't you?" she counters with an arched brow as the jet revs its engines for take-off. "The half-nude pictures... The Beaumonts' financial troubles... The speculations about the real reason Christian gave you a duchy... I mean, even the Duchess of Sussex would have a hard time competing with you when it comes to front-page scandals."

"And you think Madeleine is behind it all?" I ask tightly, indicating the tabloid.

"She would certainly have a lot to gain from waging a targeted media campaign against you," Olivia affirms. "She isn't married to Christian yet, and after what happened with Leo, she no doubt feels threatened by your continued presence at court. So, discrediting your integrity in the eyes of the Council would help her ensure that Christian can never formally pick you over her to become Queen."

"Because she doesn't know I turned him down..." I grumble dejectedly as the plane pulls into the air.

"And certainly would not believe you if you told her, either," she adds. "But she is not the only one with something to lose."

I sit up straighter. "You mean there are other suspects?"

"Yes," she nods. "Namely Godfrey and the Queen Mother."

Bertrand erupts from his seat at the mention of the two names. "That is an outrageous accusation! The Queen Mother would never—!"

"Madeleine is her niece," counters Olivia flatly. "Given that she has no children of her own, she practically treats that golden-haired harpy as if she is her heir. And since she was the one who brokered the original marriage contract between Leo and Madeleine, she clearly doesn't want all that work going to waste."

I frown. "But if everything was in place already, why have a social season at all? Why not just sub out Leo's name for Christian's in the contract?"

"To give Christian the illusion of choice."

My jaw drops. "You're not serious..."

"It would have been in poor taste to simply swap one prince out for another," Olivia advises. "Leo hadn't died... merely abdicated. But that decision nevertheless rocked the kingdom to its core."

"It's true," supplies Maxwell, leaning around with a mouth full of jelly worms. "The headlines were vicious."

"So..." I muse with a frown. "The Palace needed a distraction?"

"Yes," Oliva affirms seriously. "To draw attention away from Constantine's failing health."

"Wait," I cut in. "Constantine is dying?"

Olivia nods. "Prostate cancer. By all estimates, he has less than a year to live."

"Oh, my God..." I gasp, hand flying to my mouth. "No wonder Christian didn't want to talk about it..."

"The Palace is under strict instructions to keep the whole thing tightly under wraps..." she explains. "At least until after the coronation and wedding are both out of the way. They don't want the news to overshadow the first few critical months of Christian's rule."

"So, how did you find out?" I query.

She cuts her eyes over at me. "Like I said at the Masquerade Ball... Christian and I share a special connection. There are no secrets between us. Also – look at who you're talking to. I have files on each of the suitors from the social season. You seriously think I wouldn't know about something as vital to the functioning of the kingdom as the state of the King Father's health?"

"I guess not..." I concede, still trying to process this bombshell. "But how does giving Christian an illusion of a choice during the social season help cover up Constantine's cancer?"

"In the wake of Leo's abdication, support for the Rys family fell to an all-time low. The press started to question Constantine's policies, and the direction that the kingdom has been heading over the past few decades, implying that the country's current trajectory was unsustainable... and uncorrectable."

"I remember reading something about that on the flight from New York..." I recall. "There were suggestions that Leo abdicated because he didn't believe in the future of the monarchy."

"Which wasn't the case at all," she cautions. "But the Palace was worried that such intense media scrutiny would unearth evidence of Constantine's ill health... which would in turn intensify the calls from the republican factions of the country to abolish the system of hereditary rule completely. So, in a desperate bid to reunite the people behind a common cause, and shore up support for the monarchy, the Palace decided run the season again."

"But why?" I ask, still not seeing the connection.

"To charm the country with the fairytale of a royal romance," denotes Olivia sourly. "Because people apparently go ga-ga for that shite..."

Bertrand narrowly avoids choking in his seat across the aisle. "That is a crude and absolutely salacious interpretation of—!"

I whirl across the aisle. "Wait. You knew about this?"

Bertrand folds his arms across his chest. "I am a serving member of the Council. Of course I knew about the Palace's decision to run the social season again. But to suggest that it was all done simply for the sake of—"

"God, you're thick..." interjects Olivia.

Bertrand blanches. "I beg your pardon?!"

"You've been at court long enough to know that the truth is never the whole truth — there is always some hidden purpose or ulterior motive."

"But to suggest that—"

"The Palace needed a believable story — one that could capture the public's imagination — while still serving the needs of the kingdom," Olivia states. "A story of duty and love."

"Between Christian and Madeleine?" I ask sceptically. "But they don't even like each other."

"So?" scoffs Olivia. "The aim was to sell the lie to the populace. Everything else is inconsequential. And can be made to fit the narrative."

"But if you knew all this," I counter, "why did you join the competition?"

"I joined exactly because I knew the season was a sham," she replies heatedly. "To give Christian a genuine choice... not just the one that everyone else was determined to steer him towards."

"Because you love him..."

Olivia nods tightly. "Yes. And I knew it was a long shot. But even if he wouldn't end up being able to choose me — Regina would've made sure to stack the Council votes in her favour — at least I could be there to support him... as a friend."

I feel my heart go out to her, knowing from personal experience how difficult it is to be in a situation where you desperately want to be with someone, but can't because of circumstances that are outside of your control.

"But then, of course..." adds Olivia, once again with her customary breeziness, "you show up from out of nowhere with your hideous accent and relatable backstory—"

"Hey!"

"—and the whole country — Christian included — loses their collective minds. With the result that Regina's plan to make her niece Queen begins to unravel at the seams."

"Which is why she decided to set me up..." I surmise heavily as the jet levels off.

It's been fairly obvious from the start that I'm not Regina's favourite person... But the knowledge that she'd go to such lengths to publicly blacklist me? That's just inexcusable.

"You have no proof of that!" objects Bertrand, butting in again.

"Not directly, no," Olivia admits. "But all the evidence we have to date fits. The money Tariq received for his involvement came from a numbered account located in Switzerland. The blackmail letters distributed at the Coronation Ball were printed on Palace stationery. And as far as motives go, the Queen Mother would have more reason than most to influence the outcome of the social season."

"I cannot believe I am hearing this...!" decries Bertrand with a shake of his head. "The implications alone would be—"

"Ruinous to the Rys family," confirms Olivia. "I am aware. Which is why we must tread carefully in order to avoid tarring Christian with any of this. The monarchy would not survive the ensuing scandal."

"What about this other guy?" I ask. "Godfrey? How does he fit into this?"

Olivia throws her hands up. "Lord, you're more clueless than him!"

"Excuse me for not knowing every single Cordonian nobleman by name," I snark back. "I've only been a duchess for a day..."

"I'll send you my files," Olivia huffs wearily. "All two hundred of them."

My eyes widen. "There's two hundred—?"

"There's more, but those are the important ones," she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. "And if you want to be an effective duchess, I suggest you study up because you need to have the entire contents of those dossiers memorised and ready to deploy in any given conversation."

"Sweet Jesus..." I gasp faintly, making recourse to Drake's favourite invective, as it certainly fit the magnitude of the task Olivia has just dumped on me.

"You didn't grow up in this world, so you have a lot of catching up to do," Olivia shrugs unabashedly.

"Yeah, I'm very much aware of that..." I concede dryly, rubbing my temples. "So, who is this Godfrey?"

"The Third Earl of Huntford, and Duke jure uxoris of Krona."

My brows furrow in recollection. "Krona... Does that mean he's—?"

"He's Madeleine's dad," supplies Maxwell, popping his head into the aisle again, this time in the company of a CapriSun juice pouch.

My eyes widen. "The man at the garden party! But what does he have against me? I've never even met him!"

"The fact that you are still here..." offers Olivia blandly. "Competing against his daughter for the attentions of the King."

"It's not exactly a competition," I scoff. "I'm not trying to steal him away from her."

"Except that isn't how the press is portraying it," counters Olivia pointedly, tapping the front page of the Sun.

I open my mouth again, but quickly shut it, realising that Olivia is right. As regardless of my personal reasons for being back at court — as the Royal Consort, no less! — the view from the outside presents very differently. And given that Madeleine herself clearly feels threatened by my continued presence at Christian's side, it's no small jump to imagine that her father — who, based on what I saw at the garden party a few days ago, is just as power-hungry and image-conscious as his daughter — would also feel the same.

"Crap..." I huff, falling back into my seat dejectedly.

"Not the most elegant of phrasing," muses Olivia. "But certainly succinct."

"What am I going to do?" I ask morosely, starting up at the cabin's air vents.

"Help me gather as much proof as we can during the course of the tour," Olivia instructs. "So we can narrow down our suspect list... or indict all three of them. In either case, we will be more effective if we work together."

"That plan is akin to sedition!" cries Bertrand, clearly aghast by the very suggestion. "Bordering on treason! All of us are in enough hot water already without—"

"Which is why it is imperative that no word of anything that we have just discussed leaves this aircraft," declares Olivia with a steely look. "Or I will personally hunt you down and turn your face inside out."

I gulp at the gruesomeness of that particular image. "What... What about the staff? Can you trust them?"

"They are all Lythikosians," Olivia states. "Who have sworn blood-oaths to House Nevrakis. They would never dare betray me."

"Good to know..." I admit, watching the cabin attendant re-appeared with a selection of drinks, and wondering if underneath her uniform she is as armed to the teeth as Olivia supposedly is.

"I presume the same goes for your beefcakes?" asks Olivia, nodding her chin towards the back where Allard and Schweitzer have taken up residence for the duration of the flight.

"Yes," I confirm. "I trust them with my life."

She dips her head in approval. "Good. So, as first order of business, I suggest—"

"Can we tell Hana?" interjects Maxwell, bobbing up from behind Olivia again. "She's helping us, too!"

Olivia heaves a breath. "Yes, fine. But—"

I hold up a hand. "And Drake will probably want t—"

"Yes, fine!" she snaps irately. "Anyone else? Your maternal grandmother, perhaps?"

I bite my bottom lip as I peek up at her. "Do we tell Christian?"

Olivia holds my gaze for a long moment. "No. Not until we have concrete proof. One way or another. He has enough crises to manage right now without lumbering him with a major constitutional one as well."

I nod in understanding. The mere suggestion that his godmother and future father-in-law have been conspiring to put Madeleine on the throne (potentially with his fiancée's own buy-in!) would be soul-destroying. Which is why we need to find that smoking gun — ideally several — before we present our accusations.

"Not sure if it will be of any help at all," I say, "but Ana de Luca managed dig up some information on the freelance photographer Tariq was working with on the day of the Jamboree."

"Did you bribe her with another exclusive?" chaffs Olivia dryly.

"We'll need someone to help us set the record straight," I affirm. My shoulders slump suddenly. "But I gave the flash-drive to Drake."

"Which he gave to me," smirks Olivia, pulling the device from the pocket of her jacket.

I gape at the piece of plastic in her hand. "Drake really trusts you, huh?"

"More than most," she shrugs coyly, flipping the drive over to me.

I catch it with both hands. "We should review whatever is on here. Who knows? Maybe the photographer is part of the press corps covering the tour."

"I have my laptop with me," Maxwell offers. "I was going to use it to mix some tunes, but—"

"You'll only get one chance to unravel a high-stakes aristo racket!" I quip, dangling the drive between my fingers.

"God, your incessant American optimism is stomach-turning..." Olivia groans. "And you've clearly spent too much time with Walker."

"Hey," I hit back. "This is the best lead we've gotten yet. We shouldn't discount it. This photographer could be key to linking Regina and/or Godfrey to the plot to influence the outcome of the social season."

"Assuming you can find them..." counters Olivia. "And get them to talk."

I meet her eye with a level look. "Good thing that's your area of expertise, isn't it, Duchess?"

The corner of her mouth lifts craftily.

"But what about Harper's Italian!" disparages Bertrand. "We'll be landing in less than an hour, and she still doesn't know the proper way to greet the President in his native tongue without insulting him!"

I swallow a groan. "Do I really need t—?"

"Being able to carry a conversation with the Head of State in Italian will go a long way in demonstrating to both the public and the press that you are serious about your new role as Duchess of Valtoria," he advises frankly. "And will score you some much-needed diplomatic points with our hosts as well."

"Guess we have our work cut out for us, then," I accede with a sigh. "Any chance for some coffee?"

"Turkish, Irish, or Sicilian?" asks Olivia.

"Which is closest to a latte?"

"Probably the Sicilian," she advises. "If you make it into a granita di caffe."

"I'm feeling Italian already!" I gibe in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit.

Bertrand groans loudly from his seat. "Oh, Dio..."

The story continues in Chapter 18 - Diplomatica

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reluctanttrabbit · 4 months

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its secret santa time!! woo!! @hearts4ggy BOO CAROUSEL JUMPSCARE 💥💥💥💥

originally i planned to make a fic AND draw a scene from the fic. but my dreams slowly crumbled as i realized i would have so much homework this month AND i also really just wanted to get this fic out before christmas bc i know many people are with family at this time

so heres the fic instead!! maybe i can finish up the art part of the gift this week.. :3

the full fic is also below the cut incase u wanna read it this way ^_^

Carol of the Bells

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3:56. 3:57. 3:58.

Every time Michael glanced at the clock, it stared right back. Almost like it's taunting me, he thought.

Out of all of the days in the year, why did William Afton have to work on Christmas Eve and leave Michael to look after his siblings?

To be fair, it was a lose-lose situation either way. He could either spend the day stuck with his stupid siblings, or ditto but with his stupid father.

So here he was, baking cookies with Elizabeth and Evan in the afternoon.

"I.. I think we used too much sugar," a small voice piped up. It was Evan, who had just grabbed the egg carton out of the fridge and peered into the bowl the siblings were using. Sure enough, sugar was littered all over the kitchen counter. Evan guessed that was Elizabeth's handiwork.

"Good! Maybe you'll get some cavities from it, and you'll talk even less, then," Elizabeth jeered at her brother.

"Liz, these cookies are for all of us. if anything, you're getting cavities too." Michael sighed as he pushed her aside to swipe the eggs out of Evan's hands. she let out a small yelp of annoyance, which Michael had ignored. He turned to his phone propped up on the counter with the recipe on his screen.

"Ok, eggs and vanilla extract." he said aloud to himself. Michael looked to the counter, but the vanilla extract was nowhere in sight. What? That couldn't be right.

"We got vanilla extract, right? who has it?" Michael instantly turned to Evan, who jumped a little and showed Michael his hands. Empty.

Next, he turned to Liz, getting more agitated at the second. Once he looked in her direction, he noticed three red cups set on the counter, as Elizabeth wore a suspicious smile and eyed the cups. Michael simply wasn't having it, and knocked all 3 cups off the counter as if he were a cat. He deadpanned towards Elizabeth as she watched the vanilla extract fall out of the middle cup and onto the floor.

"Hey! What's your problem today?!" she cried, as Michael went to pick up the extract.

"My problem," he growled, "is that I'm stuck with you two today, because our father can't even manage to take the day off of work for CHRISTMAS EVE."

"Well, maybe he's getting some last minute gifts.. or something!" she said, trying to excuse her father.

"Bullshit, theres nothing open today! It's a holiday, he shouldn't even be at work in the first place!"

"Don't swear at me!"

"I'll do whatever I want! Dad isn't here, I'm in charge."

"Y'know, i bet you the reason you don't wanna spend Christmas Eve with us is because you'd rathe-"

The house phone started ringing, and the two stopped fighting. Michael sent a cold glare to Elizabeth, as if he was telling her this wasn't over, and he walked over to pick up.

"Hey, is mike here?" a voice rang through the speaker. it was Charlie!

"Uh- yeah, what happened?"

"What do you mean what happened, its Christmas Eve! we're coming over for a bit, so we can keep you guys company.. since your dad isn't here, y'know." there was a slight laugh in her voice, but it settled once she mentioned that William wasn't home. Right, how could Michael ever forget.

"Oh, well.. sweet. See you guys in a bit, I guess. bye." Michael put the phone down. He hoped Charlie couldn't tell that there was still hints of anger in his voice, despite their call being so short. He let out a sigh, which somewhat turned into a growl, and turned around to look back at his siblings. Evan had started to pick the extract up and clean it with some paper towels. Good. At least he was managing to be helpful.

hearing the news that Charlie and Henry (and hopefully Sammy) were coming over eased Michael's thoughts. maybe Henry could be the one to deal with his siblings, and Michael could get a break from these brats. Evan offered the extract to Mike, and he picked it up, turning his phone back on and reading over the recipe once again. Liz had left to go sit on the couch and cool off from her and Mike's previous squabbling. Hey, I'm not complaining, Mike thought to himself.

"Cass, you wanna grab the mixer for me?" he asked. Evan nodded, and went to search the cupboards until he pulled the machine out, with the cord dangling and nearly tripping him.

Evan hauled the machine up onto the counter. He brushed his hands off on his pants, and stood idly waiting for Michael to do the next step. He fidgeted with his sweater sleeves, and peeked around the corner of the fridge to look at Elizabeth. she had a pillow in her hand as she hit it repeatedly against the floor.

Evan had a hunch that pillow was supposed to be michael.

He turned back to face Michael. the boy jumped as the mixer started and the ingredients splashed onto his face. He grumbled, but held the bowl steady and let the mixer do its job.

Evan took advantage of the loud whirring from the mixer, and snuck off into the living room to stay with Elizabeth. Her eyes narrowed as he walked into the room, and put the pillow down.

The mixer slowed down and Michael went to wash his hands. He looked around for evan, only to find that the boy wasn't there.

"Hey, I still need help here!" he shouted.

"…"

"Fine."

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Michael cringed with each bite he took of the cookie. Something had definitely went wrong once he was left alone to bake. Was it too sweet? Or too bitter? Were the ingredients expired?

"Ok, these… these cookies taste like shit." Michael put the cookie (could it even be called that?) back down on his plate and took a sip of water. he heard Elizabeth and Evan laugh, as they had already rejected their cookies.

"When will Charlie and Henry get here?" Evan asked, blankly staring out into the window. There were slight flurries outside- the thought of a white Christmas made Michael subconsciously smile. It had reminded him of better days - days where all he would do in school was make crafts and bring them home to his mom and dad. He remember the way his mother's nose would crinkle as she smiled and put the poor excuse for an ornament up on their Christmas tree.

"…"

"I'm gonna go get my sketchbook. Just… do whatever." Mike nearly bolted up as he dodged the question and tossed the tv remote to Elizabeth, heading for the stairs. She turned on the tv and started to flip through channels. There was nothing that interested the two. News channels, baby channels, reruns of old movies, the shopping channel; and a few kids channels, but none of them were playing anything good. Elizabeth decided on one that was about these weird CGI Christmas dogs.. it wasn't like she would actually pay attention to it.

"All of these shows suck!" she huffed in frustration. "Why aren't they playing, like, My Little Pony or something?" she went to lay back on the floor and stare up at the ceiling.

Evan had wanted to answer, because its Christmas and the only thing that's on right now are Christmas movies. But he was too lost in his own thoughts to interject. He remembered the look in Michael's eyes as he went up to grab his sketchbook. The teen looked like he was on the verge of tears. Evan felt as if he had seen a cryptid.

"Liz, um.. do you ever think about why Mike gets angry at us?" he turned to his sister.

"..Well, I don't think about it on a daily basis, but I know the answer. You should too." she sighed, crossing her arms.

"I mean, obviously I know why, but… why does he get angry? We only fight with him because he fights with us. Why does he get to be the angry one? Why does he see us as brats and then get to act like that?"

Elizabeth stayed silent. They both did for a minute.

"Maybe he never moved on. I don't know." she sighed, now giving more thought to the conversation. "I don't remember much of her. Maybe the problem is that he remembers too much."

Maybe the problem is that he remembers too much. The words repeated in Evan's mind. what did that even mean? It got louder and louder, and-

"Charlie!" Elizabeth cried as she shot up to run towards the window. She was careful to not scratch herself on the Christmas tree right beside the window, and peered through the snow, which had begun to fall faster than a few minutes ago. The headlights of Henry's car disoriented Liz, but she tried her best to get a good look.

Evan stared at the ground for a few more seconds, before getting up and opening the door for them. Henry and Charlie stepped out of the car, gift bags in each of their hands. Elizabeth nearly pushed Evan out of the way as they came in the door.

"Merry Christmas, you two!" Henry said, imitating the voice of Santa Claus. He definitely has the beard for the role, Evan thought.

Elizabeth jumped into Charlie arms, giving her a hug.

"Hey Liz!" the teen said, ruffling her hair. "Guess who these are for?" she said as she held up the bags in her arms. Elizabeth gasped and reached for them, but Charlie swiped them away.

"Hey, not until tomorrow." she laughed. Her and Henry walked towards the tree to put their gifts down and take off their coats. Henry paused as Charlie set down her bags.

"You kids only got 5 presents?" Henry asked, concerned. "Now I don't want to shame your dad, but I know he has more than enough money for you guys. There's no way he's putting all that into the mall..." the man trailed off as he answered his own question.

"Well, good thing we delivered, huh?" Charlie said, trying to keep the mood up. "C'mon Liz, let's go find a Christmas movie to watch." the 2 girls walked to the couch as Charlie flipped through their DVD collection.

Henry and Evan sat in silence as Henry looked around and rubbed his hands.

"So, where's your brother?" Henry asked, looking around the house.

"He ran upstairs." Evan answered, looking up at them as if Michael would appear there in seconds. But Evan knew better. He was probably locking himself in his room for the rest of the night. He turned back to look at Henry, but couldn't quite read his expression as the man grumbled something to himself.

"..Well, I see you made cookies! Mind if I take a bite?" Henry grinned as he walked over to the plate on the kitchen counter. He had moved too fast, as Evan was just about to respond until Henry took a bite out of the poorly iced mess. His face went sour, and Evan couldn't help but snicker.

"We- we didn't do the best, I'm sure you can tell." Evan said as he watched Henry put the cookie back down on its plate.

"No worries, kid. I guess it's Santa's problem, not ours." Henry sighed and walked off into the living room. But Evan stayed put as his gaze wandered to the stairs.

He wasn't actually going to stay upstairs, was he?

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Evan walked down the hall, peering in each room. Every step he took made the floorboards creak, making Evan walk lighter than usually. He passed by his room, and the door was closed. He looked at all the drawings scattered on his door, some drawn by Michael and some drawn by himself.

Elizabeth's door was decorated with stickers and one of those "no boys allowed" signs -- a gift that she put up as a joke. Evan continued walking. The bathroom doors were both open, and Michael's door was locked shut. his door held no drawings, or no stickers. Just a door handle and peeling paint. Evan held his ear close to the door, but couldn't hear any signs of Michael. He was most likely in there, but Evan had to be sure.

..That left only 2 rooms to check.

If Evan wasn't stepping lightly before, he was definitely floating by now. Even just standing by the door of William's office was enough to make him remind himself to breathe. The door stood tall and foreboding, somewhat like his dad. The light was off, so Michael couldn't be in there. Evan turned to the room at the end of the hall.

William's room.

Of course, it had never been just William's room. It used to belong to their mother too, once upon a time. Or more like a few years ago. but it seemed like Evan's instincts were right, as the lamp on the bedside drawer was on. Michael was right beside that drawer leaning against the bed and burying his head in his arms. There was a book by his feet, sitting upside down with pictures falling out of it.

Something told Evan that the book wasn't Michael's sketchbook.

Evan walked closer to Michael, and the boy lifted his head up.

"Screw off Cass, get out." his throat was raspy; Michael sounded like he was tired. His voice was the quietest it had been in years.

Evan stayed silent. He moved closer.

"..Are you deaf, I said--"

"I heard you, and I'm not going to let you yell at me anymore!" Evan's voice wavered as he spoke.

"Oh, what, did you--"

"All day you've been rude to me AND Elizabeth, and you're always just rude in general! Why do you get to just- why do you not realize that when mom died, it.. it hurt us too. But you don't get that, because you're mad at our father, and.."

Evan felt tears welling up already. Why was he such a crybaby?

Evan and Michael both fell silent as the two thought of what to say.

"..You really suck at yelling." Michael grumbled as he picked the book up. Evan wiped his tears and tried to compose himself so he could continue his rant, but he finally noticed what the book was.

It was a photo album.

Evan took a breath as he moved closer to sit beside Michael.

"In a way, you aren't wrong. I am mad at our father. Because he doesn't give a shit about us or about mom's death-"

"Liar! Dad talks about her all the time! You wouldn't know that because you barely try to talk to him."

Michael ignored him as he flipped through the pages. Their parents didn't take many pictures of themselves, but there were lots of family photos. A picture of Michael on a high chair as he eats baby food. His hair sticks out in every direction. Carol is cleaning his face, smiling for the camera as she tries her best not to laugh. A beach day photo where she's putting sunscreen on a younger Elizabeth as Michael and Evan splash around in the water. Michael and Carol at a school dance.

Slowly but surely, Michael and Evan's mom started to appear less and less, until the last picture was of William and Henry at the opening of the Pizzaplex.

"It's like she's.. slowly disappearing. From the book, from us-- And somewhere deep down, I WANT her to. So I don't have to think about her everyday. So the pain is easier." Michael sobbed. Evan's eyes widened as Michael was crying real, live tears. Was this a prank?

"I can't remember anything else from our childhood except her."

As awkward as it was, Evan shifted closer to rest his head on Michael's shoulder. Michael didn't push him off. He didn't yell at him. It just happened. And that was enough.

They sat in silence for a good while.

"..It feels weird to see you cry. It's like our personalities were swapped or something. Like 'Freaky Friday'." Evan muttered in a soft voice. Michael sniffed and wiped his eyes as he let out a genuine snicker. It wasn't in a mocking or sarcastic tone, for the first time in a while. Evan still wasn't used to this.

"Maybe it should happen more. For the both of us. I can... cry more, and you can stand up to me more." Michael admitted. He sighed and rested his head on Evan's, like they were 2 brothers who actually liked each other.

Someday, maybe that could happen.

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The rest of the night flew by. Evan and Michael finally went back downstairs to join everyone else and have a movie marathon, along with some TV dinner. They talked, and danced, but eventually Henry and Charlie had to drive back home. Henry allowed them to open at least one Christmas present before they left, and Elizabeth made sure to pick a big enough gift. Because of course, Henry wouldn't allow her to pick the box that DEFINITELY wasn't a new toy playset.

Michael got a set of watercolors, Evan got a set of pajamas, and Elizabeth got a 16" Glamrock Chica plushie. The Emilys went back to their house, and the Aftons got ready for bed.

William Afton was still nowhere in sight.

Falling in and out of sleep, Michael lay in his bed, snuggled up in a pile of 3 blankets with the fan running. It was peaceful.

That was, until Elizabeth creaked the door open and poked at Michael. And when he didn't respond to pokes, she rocked him back and forth.

"... What, Liz? It's.. I don't even know what time it is, why are you still awake?" he mumbled.

"Me and Ev can't sleep," she whispered, Glamrock Chica plushie in her hands.

"Well, that's not my problem, is it? If you're awake, Santa won't give you any presents. He knows when you're sleeping," Michael told her.

"Exactly! We need you so we can fall asleep, and then Santa can come! Get up already!" she dragged the boy out of his blanket nest as he protested. Evan had been waiting by the stairs, with a nightlight in one hand and a Fredbear plushie in the other. The 3 siblings walked down the stairs as the Christmas tree shined as bright as a fire.

"Why are we going in the living room?" Michael nearly tripped on his feet as Elizabeth led him around the house. He looked down at Evan, who was just as confused.

"Aw, wait... Michael, I'm gonna go take your blankets. Help Evan move the chair closer to the tree, okay?" she said in a hurry as the girl ran back up the stairs. Evan set his nightlight down, and Michael finally understood what Elizabeth was planning.

"I'll get some chairs," Michael muttered to himself.

Soon enough, Elizabeth had hurried back down with blankets in hand. Evan had knocked over a few things while he pushed the chair, but they'd fix it in the morning. Michael spaced out the chairs, and Elizabeth draped them all on top of each other.

It wasn't the best, but it was a feasible blanket fort. Michael took the pillows off of the couch and threw them into the fort, as the 3 settled in and got comfy. Michael propped up one more pillow for his head, and closed his eyes.

"Now go to sleep," he told his siblings. In twin movements, Elizabeth and Evan rested their heads on Michael's shoulders. He could have pushed them off, but he was getting more tired at the second. He listened to their breathing get slower, and Michael laughed at the thought that 'visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.'

Michael started to feel himself drifting away, and just before he fell asleep, he swore he heard the jingling of bells and something on the roof.

Maybe he made that part up in a sleepless haze. Maybe it was really his father's car engine.

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toxicruins101 · 2 years

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“Like father like son.” Killer of 1980, Dsmp x male! Killer! Reader

Genre: music/horror/suspense, no body, no crime by Taylor Swift.

Thank you: @ma-l-in for requesting this! Hope you enjoy! Also sorry this took so long!

TW:DEATH, BLOOD, GORE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, SHOOTING, DEATH BY ELECTRICITY, GETTING STABBED, MENTIONS OF FALLING FROM A HIGH PLACE, MENTIONS OF TRAUMA, MURDER AND MORE!

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/toxicruins101/688913156917067776?source=share

FLASHBACK

Oh fuck

He did it, ranboo actually did it, it was an accident he didn't mean to.

The body of the survivor, George fell onto the ground while blood was spilling from his mouth after ranboo had stabbed him, multiple times.

He didn't know what to do he was just standing there.

But then he heard police sirens.

Fuck

Ranboo took his stuff and ran leaving behind no evidence it could have been related to him in any way.

Oh fuck.

PRESENT DAY

Ranboo was now in a police station with all his friends.

You see after he killed George he went on the trip to his friends and when news got to them about the murder, one of them rated out on him and his secret.

And only 3 people new about it in the group, tommy, tubbo and Phil, he knew Phil couldn't have done it, he was to nice for that.

So Tommy and tubbo were his main suspects at the moment, he kept glaring at them and give them a death stare whenever he could.

Tommy and tubbo got the message but neither could tell him who did it.

Phil was talking with the head of the police department, Wilbur, yep that's right, that moron decided he was gonna become a police officer after everything said he wanted to help people and save them after what he went through and having a face to face conversation with his father.

Which is bullshit, he barley did jack shit to them, he merely threatened them, the one who did survive was dream but after some weeks he was found dead in his apartment, suicide, he had to much survivors guilt and couldn't accept the fact his best friend, Sapnap, was gone.

But oh well.

Ding!

Bingo, ranboo had been waiting all night for that sound, it meant the last cop had just left and now.

He just has to clean up this mess.

MUSIC BEGINS NOW!

He did it

Ranboo took out some knifes and hid them in his jackets sleeves.

He did it

"Hey guys, can I confess something?" said ranboo looking at the group a couple of 'sure's were heard and ranboo smiled and looked at the group, "so you remember that story about the guy who killed those dudes in the mall?"

"Yeah man, we all remember" said jack with a bit frustration in his voice

"well I should probably mention, I'm his son."

His voice was the only thing heard in the room as everyone looked at him in shock

"and this whole thing could really mess with me and my family so before anything I want to say: sorry"

"for what?" said jack his voice was careful and a bit soft as if he's choosing them really carefully.

Suddenly an alarm sounded and the room lit up with a red color.

"for this" ranboo said as he took out in his knifes and stabed Karl as he was the closest to him the others grabbed the person next to them and ran through the doors, ranboo smiled and walked through one of the doors.

Este's a friend of mine

Foolish got lost and separated from the group, he was as nervous as could be yeah he was strong but hell, they were dealing with the son of a mass murder.

We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine

He was running at this point looking for any sign of people, he started calming down a bit and started looking around a bit but his investigating was cut short by ranboo standing in the middle of the hallway his hands messy with blood, Karl's blood to be specific.

Este's been losing sleep

"hey foolish" said ranboo with a smile, "hey man.." said foolish not moving a muscle and clenching up his hands into fists quickly, "why so nervous?" said ranboo smiling and a bit of jokery in his tone "well you just murdered one of my best friends infront of me so, I guess I'm actually a bit scared" said foolish "ah yeah, you know I'm not one for big shows or you know, this, but sometimes I gotta take a page out of my father's book you know?" said ranboo snarling through his teeth a bit.

"ranboo, your father was a murd-"

Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity.

He was cut off by a knife impaling his shoulder, he screamed and fell onto one knee, "Don't" said ranboo his happy voice now filled with full seriousness his smile long gone.

"you have to understand he was not a good perso-" another knife this time to his other shoulder. "shut.up" said ranboo saying the words through his teeth glaring daggers at foolish now on his knees and holding onto dear life as his blood was leaving his system quickly.

"I know you're about to kill me but you know deep inside that I'm right." said foolish looking at ranboo, he was now full on enraged and just stabbed him in the heart, he took out the knife and blood just came running out covering ranboo in it. Ranboo looked down at the body and kicked it as he went on to find the next person.

She says, "That ain't my merlot on his mouth"

Jack was in the panel room you could say, there were cables everywhere and it was close to the roof so he could make a run for it of needed, he was with tina and they were both very scared, they didn't know were anyone was

"That ain't my jewelry on our joint account"

They were silent, not a single word was spoken, the room was rather small so there wasn't much space to move around with, but tina was closer to the exit and jack was a bit more close to the control panel.

No, there ain't no doubt

They stayed still as they heard some steps and a familiar voice

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late I had some problems with a friend" said ranboo his voice angry or annoyed at the end of his sentence,

Tina and jack stayed silent and didn't even move, "oh c'mon! Really? how about this, you guys come out peacefully and I'll give you a quick and easy death, sound good?" man, even though he was the son of a famous murder he was not good at bargaining.

I think I'm gonna call him out

"ugh, your all so boring guess I'll do this the long way." not a few seconds passed and they heard a loud BAM! And then the sound of a door falling, he was kicking all the doors down.

She says

Jack grabbed onto the closest wire he found and cut it open a few sparks of electricity coming out of it. He looked at Tina and nooded she just kept her mouth shut and nodded back.

"I think he did it but I just can't prove it"

The sound only came closer and closer until it was next to them, as soon as ranboo was going to rip down the door Tina opened it and ranboo fell inside and Jack ran at him with the cable in hopes of shocking him, literally.

I think he did it but I just can't prove it

Ranboo doged it and grabbed the hand that held the cable, ranboo had a bit of an advantage cause he was taller than jack, Tina just stayed behind the door ready to run if necessary.

I think he did it but I just can't prove it

Ranboo got a hold of the cable and ripped it out of Jack's hands, jack looked at tina and singled at her to go, to run as far as she could so, that's what tina did she ran, ranboo didn't notice this gesture and just slammed Jack's body against the wall damaging some cables.

No, no body, no crime

Jack weakly looked up his head was hit pretty hard so he was bleeding, he looked up and saw ranboo smiling, he grabbed him by the throat and pushed jack into one of the control panels bashing his head into it making waves and waves of electricity run through his body, jack couldn't do anything as his body was slowly being electrocuted to death, his eyes closed for the last time as ranboo dropped his body and excited the room going up the roof.

But I ain't letting up until the day I die.

Wait the roof, shit, that's where Tina went, he just sent her to her death, fuck.

No, no

Ranboo was trying to find his way to the roof he heard voices up there after he killed Jack so he had to make sure they all died nobody could know what happened.

I think he did it

There was no sign of anyone and no way to get to the roof it was a dead end, fuck.

No, no

He pulled out his book and read what his dad had said to him so many times.

He did it

God, he would've done this in a minute and yet here he is, his legacy, his son, not even being able to get on a fucking roof.

Este wasn't there

BAM! ranboo put away the book and looked around that's when he noticed a flight of stairs that said 'roof' and a arrow pointing upwards, he smiled and gripped his knife harder.

Tuesday night at Olive Garden, at her job, or anywhere

Tina, Niki and Wilbur were all in the roof, Wilbur had his gun out and was looking everywhere. They were all on edge right now.

He reports his missing wife

They heard footsteps coming up and all got their weapons up and glared at the door.

And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires

BAM! the door slammed open but it wasn't ranboo, it was Tommy, tubbo and Phil, they all put their weapons down and helped them.

And his mistress moved in

They explained what happened and how it was all their fault for telling the police his secret.

Sleeps in Este's bed and everything

"no, it's okay, you didn't know this was gonna happen, you didn't know he was gonna react like this, it's okay kid you did the right thing." said Wilbur trying to bring some condolences to Tommy, he felt like shit.

No, there ain't no doubt

Soon enough they all calmed down a bit but stayed on guard incase ranboo came.

Somebody's gotta catch him out

Soon enough footsteps were heard coming up the steps but they were slow and heavy, they were taking their time.

'Cause

The door flew open and in the dark you could make out a tall figure standing there knife in hand and blood all over his body.

I think he did it but I just can't prove it (he did it)

Wilburs breath hitched and he straightened his shoulders his gun pointing directly at him. Fuck, this all felt to familiar, flashbacks came back to him, the wind as he and george ran, the feeling of the knife impaling his leg. Fuck. The kid was just like him.

I think he did it but I just can't prove it (he did it)

"deja vu much officer?" ranboo said walking and smiling at him, "you could say that" said Wilbur glaring at ranboo his guard up.

I think he did it but I just can't prove it

"how sad" ranboo smiled and ran at them full speed Phil and, tommy and tubbo took cover as they were the only ones without any weapons.

No, no body, no crime

Wilbur tried to shoot at ranboo but he was to fast and Wilbur was not at his best game, that's what the years the do to you.

But I ain't letting up until the day I die

Ranboo grabbed wilburs weapon and pointed it at them, Niki and Wilbur stayed still Niki put her gun back down and just looked at ranboo, he smiled.

No, no

"hands down, and put the gun where I can see it." said a voice behind ranboo his smiled quickly faded and turned to look around to see tina holding a shotgun to his back. "well? What are you waiting for an invitation?" said Tina her voice a bit shaky but still strong enough to not stutter or anything.

I think he did it

Ranboo smiled and turned to look at tina, he smiled and put his gun on the floor, he smiled at tina, tina looked at him suspiciously and lowered her weapon a bit.

No, no

Ranboo took it as an opening so he grabbed one of his knifes and stabbed tina in the hand making her drop the weapon and then took his gun from the floor and shot Wilbur.

He did it

Wilburs body hit the floor and Niki looked at the body in terror she grabbed her gun and started shooting at him, her eyes had tears so she couldn't see well but then ranboo took her gun and ripped it out of her hands she looked up at him with no fear but with tears and he just shot her through the head.

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen

Tina was cursing and holding her hand in pain as she backed away little until she was at the edge of the building, she looked up and saw ranboo infront of her, he pushed her, tina screamed but didn't fall she just looked up and saw ranboo holding her shirt.

And I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene

"tell me where that little trio of Phil, tommy and tubbo, and I'll let you live." said ranboo glaring at her.

Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me ("She was with me dude")

"I don't know where they are" whispered tina, "BULLSHIT!, I saw them run and hide as soon as I got here, now where are they?" said ranboo through gritted teeth and anger.

Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy

"I'll never tell you, phycopath." said Tina as she pushed ranboo and his hand let go of her shirt and she fell off the building not even an effort to hang on she just let her body go limp as the air felt a bit sharper and then it was slowly closing the distance then she felt a bit of a gut feeling and opened her eyes just as she was about to hit the floor.

SPLAT! the sound of her body echoed as she layed there in a pool of blood

They think she did it but they just can't prove it

Ranboo just looked down as tina fell and turned on his heel, he turned around and saw a fire escape.

They think she did it but they just can't prove it

He smiled and ran down there he saw Phil and the other two running, he ran behind them at full speed and it wasn't long before he catched up to them and trapped them in an alley way.

She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it

"mate, think of what your about to do, please" said Phil putting his arm infront of the other two in a protecting manner.

No, no body, no crime

"Tommy didn't know this was gonna happen, pleas-" Phil was cut off "wait, you told them Tommy? You told me, that I could trust you that you wouldn't tell a soul." said ranboo he looked a bit betrayed and in unbelief

I wasn't letting up until the day he

"I'm sorry man ok?, I didn't know this was gonna happen please." said tommy on the verge of a breakdown.

No, no body, no crime

"well I won't kill you." said ranboo and he pocketed his knife, "why?" said tubbo his voice shaky and nervous. "my dad left three people alive after his incident so I will too." said ranboo

I wasn't letting up until the day he

"ranboo, mate, you don't have to be exactly like him, come with us, let us help you, please" said Phil looking at ranboo, "I can't they'll probably just put me in jail for the rest of my life, I think it's time, I go back to my father, I wanted to make a life for myself but that won't be possible after this"

No, no body, no crime

"ranboo please" said tommy going up to his friend and looking him in the eyes with tears. "I'm sorry Toms" he hugged him and Tommy hugged back.

I wasn't letting up until the day he died

And just like his dad he let go of the hug and disappeared into the shadows no trace of him left as the police arrived and helped them

"the saying is true you know?" said tommy not looking at anything while he was sitting in a ambulance with tubbo at his side.

"which one?" said tubbo looking at his best friend.

"Like father like son."

#fanfic #writing #dsmp fic #dsmp lore #reader insert #x male reader #dsmp x reader #male reader #ranboo x reader #jack manifold #karl jacobs #foolish gamers #tina kitten #niki nihachu #wilbur mcyt #tommy mcyt #tubbo myct #philza

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fantasticenthusiasttale · 1 year

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The inicial idea:

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But the first thing I thought of when I got this fic idea was "Wow, I will make it an angst!" And who don't like angsty fics don't worry, if this works the next one-shot will be a fluff, and maybe with DW and DA.

PS: Beakley isn't here bc she went to the mansion when she got Webby, and that fic happened before.

Warning: angst

Anyway, enjoy :)

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The dissolution of the Duck-McDuck family

"You... You crazy old man! You murder! " Donald shouted with Scrooge. Once he and Drake knew what is happening, he got absolutely furious with his uncle. How he dares to do something in that size as a secret, he couldn't see that could turn into a huge crazyness? How many ways this could go wrong and it really went?

"I'm not a murder! This is not my fault! This don't went in the way it should go!" Scrooge shouted in answer. The stress of the situation was making him crazy, he just have to find her, anywhere she is, to the family be alright again. When she returns, the things will work again, his nephews will finally understand and regret everything what they're saying, and obviously he will ground all of these children and then forgive it. They will be an happy family again. He will never give up of this plan.

"Not your fault? Ha! Who built the Spear of Selene? Who made a rocket what sent our sister to the space while she will be mother?" Donald pointed to the eggs under Drake's care in the baby carriage. "Why you doesn't even told us? We're her brothers! We could hide the secret too!"

"I said, but you throught that were a craziness! I just throught that would make she happy! She always liked craziness!" Scrooge justified himself, he just wanted to see his niece smiling.

"I know, but she was pregnant when you begun with it! And now, look what you have done! She's disappeared and the babies will born in a few days!" Donald shouted anxiously.

"I'm doing everything I can to find her! She will be here to watch her boys born, just be more patient!" Scrooge told his older and out of control nephew.

"More patient? MORE PATIENT?!" Drake turned mad and got out his place with the babies fastily to not have the chance to do something bad to them accidentaly. "Now it's a week without Della! A whole week without our sister here! More time where you don't find her means more chances to she be dead! If you don't solve this fastily, our nephews will be orphans just like us!"

Scrooge looked to the younger nephew. "They won't! I'm solving this! You will have your sister faster than you think!"

"I'm tired of this! I can't trust you! You're saying this since she got in the rocket! Don't lie to me!"

"Because it's true! The process it's just too slow for find something! It makes me mad too!"

"Uncle Scrooge, Della is dead?" Donald looked at his uncle, almost with tears in his eyes. The boys needs their mother, don't matter what they have to do to have it. It isn't for him or even for Drake, it's for the boys. They needs her.

Scrooge sympathized sadily with the lad's look, while Drake was trying to calm down. Everyone wants Della in home again, but they're losing the patience. "I don't know, Donald. We hope she isn't."

Donald's face turned red again "That's it! We cannot stay here anymore!"

Scrooge got surprised "What? What do you mean?"

Drake looked confused to his brother, and Donald looked at him "We cannot stay living in the mansion from the duck who killed our sister!" He looked at Scrooge "If you made an entire rocket to her while she was pregnant, and now she disappeared and you 'can't find her', that means you always wanted to get rid of her! How you dares?!"

Scrooge turns panicked "WHAT? Are you crazy? You are completely wrong! I never would do somenthing like that!"

"Stop lying! I should know you are mad! All of these adventuries you does, all of your thirst for dangerous! How I never noticed it?"

"Donald, stop! Go to your room! You're grounded!"

"Who will be the next, huh, Scrooge? Me, Drake, the boys or all of us together? If it's me be fast, I don't like to wait!"

"Donald! Get out of my house! I'm not letting you talk to me in that way, principally under my roof!"

"You are right! We're not staying more one minute in this mansion! Let's go packing, Drake! We'll live in the boat I bought with my savings!" Donald signaled to Drake.

"Ha! The old houseboat instead the mansion from the richest duck in the world?" Scrooge mocked.

"I prefer live in the streets than spend here one minute more! C'mon, Drake!"

"No! If you wants to live alone, you can! But Drake and the boys stay with me!"

"No way! The boys will go with me! I'm her twin! And Drake is big enough to decide by himself where he want to go!"

Drake looked to Donald and Scrooge, stopping his eyes on his uncle "Donald is right, Della wouldn't like her boys living in the mansion if she could know who you truly are!"

"So, if you two thinks it, you better get out of my house before I call the police!" Scrooge raised his cane.

"Let's go Donald, there's nothing here to us anymore." Drake said to his older brother.

"Oh, if mom and dad could know what you did to their little girl... Just wait 'till the boys be grown up and find out about this!" Donald threatened "Just think what they will do with you, you murder!"

Donald and Drake left the room to packing their things, and Scrooge went to the rocket control cabin to try to find his niece. Before he came back, the brothers said goodbye to Duckworth and left the McDuck Mansion with the houseboat, to return only ten years later.

#i'm so sorry #i tried to post this before #but i had to adjust #trust me it got better #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #della duck #drake mallard #huey dewey and louie #ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #too much feelings

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c-rose2081 · 2 years

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Starchild || 7. Prodigy

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

—

It all started with a text message from Eliza.

‘Hey, z-brain! You and ET are Seabrook’s next hot gossip.’

It came with a link to E-Brook, Seabrook Highs official social media platform. Zed rarely used it outside Football stuff, but his notifications and tags had gone through the roof in a single night. The place was buzzing with talk, all stemming from some pictures of him and A-ddison posted the day before.

‘Seabrooks most eligible bachelor finally taken?’

‘Football star Zombie Zed spotted in public with a new girl!‘

‘Fresh couple alert! Is Zed really hitched to an Eastside Cheerleader?’

“Ugh, I really hoped she was exaggerating,” Zed mumbled under his breath, scrolling mindlessly through the various posts and threads discussing his ‘secret’ love life, “dang it.”

“Zed! Son, are you up!”

His Dad’s voice wafted through the hall, “you’re missing breakfast!”

“I’m up, Dad!” Zed groaned, rolling out of bed with a huff and stretching his arms with a wide zombie yawn. It was going to be a hot week, meaning football practice would be smelly, slimy, and long. Not only that, but a few of his classes had tests coming up; tests which he would undoubtably fail, and than have to charm his way back into his teachers good graces to keep playing football. Not like they would bench him anyway. They needed him more than he needed to ace Chemistry

Trudging from his room and down the hall, Zed continued to stretch as he went. So common was his morning routine, that the sight of A-ddison helping in the kitchen nearly knocked him over. She was haloed in the light of the window near the sink, tail swishing easily back and forth under her skirt hem as she washed a few dishes. She turned to look at him, but blinked and clammed up as she turned back around, shoulders hunched.

“Zed, really?” Zevon chided from behind his newspaper, “we have a guest.”

Zed wasn’t understanding what the problem was until Zoey ran by his leg, using the flat of her hand to slap the bare skin on his back.

“Right,” he blurted, “shirt. Sorry, A-ddison!”

She didn’t say anything, just waved a hand as he turned back around and hurriedly shut himself back in his room. Zombies couldn’t flush, but god if he were human, he’d be bright red, “stupid, Zed,” he hissed, “stupid, stupid.”

He went to his closet, staring at the coveralls, worn out jeans, and various shirts and jackets. All of them were ragged and torn up; he hadn’t cared much about dressing. But he didn’t want to embarrass A-ddison on her first day at Seabrook High. Sighing, Zed picked a black shirt with minimal holes, and a pair of distressed jeans with the least amount of tearing. Unfortunately, he only had one pair of shoes that were completely unappealing, but he couldn’t do much about that.

“I should really get some new threads or something,” he mused, tossing his varsity jacket over one shoulder as he returned to the kitchen.

“Sorry about disrupting the routine,” Addy chuckled, wiping her hands with a towel as she finished up her task.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” Zevon insisted, “we just aren’t used to overnight guests. Please, come sit. It’s a big day, and you need a good breakfast.”

“Thank you,”

Zed grinned, pulling out Addy’s chair for her as she took her place at the table. He did the same for Zoey, who scrambled into the seat directly next to A-ddison, leaving Zed to sit across from her.

“Brains in a can,” Zevon announced, “without the brains.”

“It’s a type of vegetable,” Zed told Addy, who looked a tad hesitant about the meal, “it’s not…great. But it’s one of Dad’s specialties.”

“What do you eat in space, anyway?” Zoey asked curiously, rolling a brain across her plate like a bowling ball.

“Nothing as diverse as you have here on earth,” Addy chuckled, spearing a piece of something and popping it into her mouth. Zed expected a grimace; after all, the stuff tasted like gym sneakers. But she only chewed and swallowed without complaint, and Zevon smiled with some sense of pride, “we have rations aboard the Mothership. Mostly water soluble powders that have all the nutrients we need.”

“You drink…protein shakes?” Zed realized, “everything’s in liquid form?”

“I guess. There are some solids, but most everything is dried, and has to be remoisturized. Which makes it taste ashy. Not very appetizing in my opinion.”

“You’ll always eat well in this house,” Zevon said, “so, how do you feel about going to school, A-ddison?”

“Excited? But also nervous. I worry that I’ll stand out; after all I haven’t been here very long.”

“You’re so pretty, no one will even notice you’re an Alien,” Zoey announced, “besides, you have Zed there too. And he’s the biggest dork in Seabrook,”

“Hey! I am not a dork,” Zed barked at her, “I am cool. The coolest there is.”

“You keep telling yourself that, big brother,” Zoey smirked as Zed stuck his tongue out at her.

“Hey, you two, no bickering at the table,” Zevon chided, “I’m sure everything will be fine. With Eliza helping out with your paperwork, A-ddison, all that’s left is that entrance exam.”

“What exactly is the entrance exam?” Addy wondered, “is it challenging?”

“I thought it was,” Zed shrugged, “it’s mostly there to gauge where you are academically. To help put you in the right classes and stuff.”

“Hm. Hopefully nothing too complex,” A-ddison worried, fingering her lower lip, “I was never the brightest star in my classes on the Mothership.”

“You’ll do just fine,” Zed encouraged her, “I’m more worried about the gossip.”

“Gossip?”

“Yeah. People talk; especially about me. Seabrook teens are always up in one another’s business. It’s why we need to be careful to keep your disguise on.”

“Right,” A-ddison agreed, finishing off her plate, “that was wonderful, Mr. N.”

“Ah, my pleasure. Now you kids better get going, or you’ll be late for first bell.”

“Right. Ready, Addy?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she shrugged, accepting Zed’s hand as he helped her up, “how do I look? Human enough?”

“Perfect. But, you always look that way, so I guess it’s not much different than usual.”

“Zed,” Zevon warned, causing him to groan.

“Yeah, yeah we’re going. See you both later!”

Waving as they hurried through the front door, Zed kept a firm but gentle grip on A-ddison’s hand as they ran through Zombietown and past the z-gate. It wasn’t long before Seabrook High came into view, swarming with students ready to start their Monday. Pulling A-ddison behind a tree, Zed sighed heavily as he looked down on her from his great height, “feeling alright?” He asked, “ready for this?”

“I’m terrified,” Addy admitted, though smiled anyway, “but you’re here, so it’s ok.”

“Right. You’re gonna rock it, alright? Just charm everyone else like you did me; shouldn’t be that hard. And remember, I’m your…”

“Boyfriend?” A-ddison finished, “yes, I remember.”

“Good,” Zed breathed, not willing to show how much being called ‘boyfriend’ by A-ddison made him feel ready to lift off the ground, “ok. We got this.”

Extending the flat of his palm, Addy smiled and took it, intertwining their fingers as they left the safety of the tree. He gave her cold palm a little squeeze as they crossed the same intersection where they had met Bree yesterday, pulling her close to his side as people began to notice.

“They’re all staring,” she whispered, keeping his stride as she pulled at a lock of hair, “I still look ok, right?”

“Yep. It’s just that we look good together; they’re all jealous.”

Zed gave his best sideways smirk as A-ddison rolled her eyes at him, bumping into his shoulder playfully. As he expected her to be, Principle Lee was waiting for them at the main entrance, making it impossible to forgo the inevitable.

“Morning, Principle Lee,” he greeted easily, giving a little finger salute.

“Hello, Zed. And…you must be Miss Starchild?”

“Yes, ma‘am. Addison, please.” Addy greeted, giving Principle Lee a featherlight handshake, “pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well, my dear. Your transfer papers came in a bit late? A possible issue in Eastside’s secretarial office, I suppose. But I didn’t see any record of your Seabrook entrance exam.”

“I’ve been ill, ma’am,” A-ddison lied, just as they practiced the day before, “I’ve been in and out of the hospital. I missed my last deadline.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Can she just take the exam now?” Zed urged, “A-ddison is so excited to be here, and I told her it would be fine and that you were cool.”

“Well…” Principle Lee preened a bit at being called ‘cool’, glancing at the watch on her wrist, “seeing as your papers have already been finalized and are on my desk, I suppose I have some time.”

“You’re the best, Big L. Told you it would be fine, Addy.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I am very happy to be here,” A-ddison insisted, “Zed’s told me all about Seabrook.”

“Yes. I heard from my husband that you two are…together?”

“My girlfriend,” Zed confirmed, “We met at a football game. It’s still pretty new, but going strong.

“Zed, you know my policies on intimate relations between students…?”

“It won’t distract me from anything, Principle Lee, I swear. I just wanted to be here to make sure Addy got set up ok.”

“That’s very chivalrous of you,” the woman nodded curtly, glancing at her watch again, “but if we are to do this, now is the best time. If you’d follow me Addison? Zed, your first period is waiting.”

“Right. You’ll be alright, Addy?” He asked the girl, giving her his best encouraging smile, “you’re gonna be awesome.”

“Thanks, babe. I’ll see you later.”

Zed froze up as A-ddison got on her toes and kissed him on the corner of the lips. His brain short circuited as she was led off by Principle Lee, leaving him standing at the entrance holding his face. That hadn’t been part of the plan. Kissing hadn’t been part of the plan! It felt like steam was coming out of his ears as the warning bell for first period chimed, and Zed had to make his way inside. His first class was History, but his brain was still 100% focused on the fact that A-ddison — who he’d known for three days — had just kissed him. Completely out of nowhere. Not discussed in any capacity.

Zed was still thinking about it 45-minutes later when the classroom door opened, and Principle Lee poked her head in.

“Zed,” she whispered, giving him a whistle and a finger point. Instantly concerned that someone had found out about A-ddison, Zed gave an apologetic wave to his teacher and hurried out of the room, heart twisting nervously in his chest.

“Is everything ok?” He worried, following Principle Lee down the hall towards her office.

“How much has Addison told you about her previous academics?” Lee wondered. Zed, not sure what she meant, shook his head slowly.

“Uh, not much? Just that she wasn’t the best in school.”

“Not the best,” Lee mused, chuckling, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Principle Lee, is Addy ok?”

“She’s fine. Actually, better than fine. She completed all four of our different level exams in half an hour, each with 100% accuracy. There were advanced college level questions on those tests. Graduate student questions.”

“So…she did well?” Zed wondered, frowning.

“Well? Zed, Addison is an academic prodigy. She’s exceptionally bright. I have to thank you for convincing her to transfer; I’m surprised that Eastside would give up such a talented student so easily. Now, if her cheering is as exceptional as her testing, Seabrook may have a shot at a good cheer season.”

“Uh…what?” Zed gawked, causing Lee to bob her head with a grin.

“Eastside’s cheer team is very impressive. With her skills put to use on our team, it may be enough to get us to a championship title. Can you take A-ddison down to the gym? I’ve already informed Bucky that he’ll be trying out a new recruit.”

“I…yeah, no problem.”

“Good, good. I expect great things from the both of you. Well done, Zed. Excellent work.”

Patting his shoulder, Lee opened the door to her office, revealing A-ddison waiting patiently in a chair.

“Zed!” She called in excitement, “hi!”

“Hey, Addy. I heard you did well on the exam.”

“And I thought it was going to be difficult,” she teased, “you should’ve told me it was easy and I wouldn’t have worried about it so much.”

“R…right.”

“Addison. You are a very impressive young lady,” Principle Lee said, “I’ll be getting your class schedule and locker assignment by tomorrow morning,”

“Thank you,”

“Of course. It will be a pleasure to have her here at Seabrook. Now, Zed is going to escort you downstairs to the gym. Our Cheer Captain Bucky is waiting for you there; he’s agreed to let you try out this afternoon for our team.”

“I…” A-ddison blinked, “I didn’t think I was going to go out for cheer so late in the year. Don’t you want me in classes?”

“I don’t think classes will be a problem for you, my dear,” Principle Lee said, “besides, High School is all about fun; and extracurriculars are a requirement for graduation.”

“I…see,” Addy croaked, glancing at Zed wearily. Seeing as he wasn’t sure what to do either, he merely smiled again at their Principle.

“I guess I’ll get her down there. Best not to keep Bucky waiting for too long.”

“Yes, I think that would be best. Good luck then, Addison? I hope to see you with a bow in your hair in no time.”

Smiling as realistically as possible, Zed took A-ddison’s wrist and hauled her from the office. They walked for a little while in tense silence, both clearly occupied with their thoughts of what just happened. Finally, they pulled over into a small hallway alcove, practically chest to chest.

“I don’t know anything about Cheer,” Addy rasped in panic, “they’ll know I’m not actually from Eastside in a second.”

“I know, I know. I’m thinking,”

“Do you know anything about cheer? I could use my telepathy; maybe get into your mind and have a look?”

“Not really; just that the uniforms are amazingly short,” Zed groaned, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about this.”

“What do we do?”

“I could help.”

Both A-ddison and Zed jumped in surprise, turning to see a very familiar face staring at them from the main hall. Bree looked knowingly at them, using a finger to push her glasses up her nose.

“Bree, hey,” Zed croaked, “we were just…uh…”

“You two, come with me,” Bree ordered, nodding her head, “quickly.”

Watching the stout girl walk off, Zed glanced at his friend, who merely shrugged. They quickly trailed after the other girl, slipping through a heavy metal door into one of the zombie safe rooms. Bree flicked on one of the floor lamps, illuminating her face.

“Bree, we really were just talking,” Zed insisted, “Addy’s just a bit worried about Cheer tryouts, that’s all.”

“I know you’re not from Earth, Addison,” Bree said, instantly making Zed slump his shoulders. Now they were in trouble.

“What do you mean?” Addy hesitated, “I’m totally from Earth.”

“When you saved my life yesterday? I saw…something,” Bree insisted, “I know the z-patrol has been looking for an Alien.”

“I…”

A-ddison glanced to Zed wearily, who shook his head and clasped his hands.

“Bree, please tell me you haven’t told anyone?”

“Of course not,” the girl barked, “I know what’ll happen if you’re found out. I’m not stupid.”

Glancing between one another, Addy sighed and released her tail and antennae from their held positions, revealing herself as the Alien she was.

“Please, I’m not here to hurt anyone,” she insisted, “yesterday…it was an accident. My instincts…”

“You saved my life,” Bree interrupted, “I could’ve been seriously hurt by that runaway froyo cart. I want to help.”

“Uh, how exactly?” Zed wondered as Bree placed both hands on her hips.

“I know everything there is to know about Seabrook Cheer. I’ve been following the team forever, and I love cheerleading.”

“Why are you in band and not on the team?” Zed puzzled, “it’s not like they’ve won anything in the last few years.”

“I don’t really look the part of a Cheerleader,” Bree shrugged, “besides, Bucky isn’t my favorite person.”

“Bree, that’s super sweet of you. But my telepathy — my mind powers — are really invasive. I don’t want to invade your privacy like that. Especially since we don’t really know each other that well.”

“But I want to help,” Bree insisted again, “and, even if you are an Alien, you were so nice to me yesterday, I might as well repay the favor. I’d be happy to lend my cheer knowledge.”

“If…if you’re sure,” Addy said, pursing her lips, “this is going to feel really strange. Just, try not to move. Push everything you know about cheer to the front of your mind.”

Bree nodded her consent as A-ddison stepped forward, dropping her disguise fully as to have enough power to do whatever she was planning. Carefully, Addy touched the sides of Bree’s forehead with her hands, pressing the flats of her thumbs into both temples, “just relax,” Addy mumbled, closing her eyes.

Zed watched her antennae and hair begin to glow, pulsing with the beat of her heart. When A-ddison opened her eyes again, the irises were illuminated like Christmas bulbs, darting around as though searching for something. Bree was very still, but her brows furrowed up into her hairline. After another moment, A-ddison released her grip with a gasp, Zed lunging forward to catch her before she hit the ground back first.

Both girls blinked rapidly, shaking off the blue glow until they were back to normal.

“Wow…” Bree mumbled, “I feel like my head’s just don’t through a shredder.”

“You sure know a lot about Cheer, Bree,” Addy laughed, grasping Zed’s hand as she was hoisted off the floor, “you really should be on the team.”

“Oh, no. No, not me. I’m happy on the sidelines.” The other girl admitted, “that was so weird.”

“We should probably get going, Addy. It’s best not to keep Bucky waiting.”

“Right, yes. Cheering. Um…hey Bree?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wan’t to come see me cheer? It is your knowledge after all,”

“You want me to come with you?” Bree asked in wonder, eyes widening, “the power couple of the school?”

“Power couple?” Zed laughed, “since when?”

“A future cheerleader and the star football player? Zed, please. Of course you’re a power couple,” Bree insisted, waving her arms excitedly, “I’d love to come. I’m on my TA period right now anyway; Mr. Boysn never has me do anything but run copies. He won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“You just saved me from humiliating myself,” A-ddison insisted, tucking in her tail and antennae again as she pulled at her skirt, “does this mean…we’re friends?”

“Of course!” Bree squeaked, bouncing up and down on her heels, “friends with a real Al-normal human being,” she stopped herself, “like everyone else.”

“Totally,” Addy giggled, looping arms with the other girl, “come on. Let’s go put your brain to good use.”

Zed watched the two girls with a sideways smirk, shaking his hand as they gossiped between one another the entire way to the gym.

“Yeah, totally not besties…” he mused, happy to see A-ddison excited about a new friend, but worried about the new trial to come:

Bucky.

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themetalvirus · 2 years

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egghog sonic flirting with amy to try and egg (haha) her on and think she has a chance but the whole time hes thinking ewwww ew ew :( ewwwww ewww

he'll cuddle her but the whole time he's thinking about how easy it would be to just [insert graphically violent thing here]. and amy's just like aw :) he really does care..... maybe he likes me back........ maybe this time.... we might.... kiss? 🫣

he pretends to be ~ secret star crossed friends~ with her (and tails) for information and sometimes just to watch them squirm. but he really doesn't like amy's crush on him. he plays into it to get what he wants but he really reeeeally hates it like it makes him throw up in his mouth a little bit. and again amy's like omg he's flirting with me 😳 is this love??????

but don't get me wrong, amy hates her crush on him too, just for entirely different reasons. she knows he's evil and fucked up but she can't help but wonder if he really cares about her... he seems so carefree, he acts so silly, he clearly loves his family, there most be something more to him. something tender and loving could be deep in his heart and she hopes to be the one to dig it up, but it's a selfish desire. she still also beats his face in with a hammer like every week so lol

somewhat related, i keep meaning to post about when amy finally realizes that sonic isn't interested and has never been interested. when she realizes he doesn't even care for her as a friend, as a person. it's near the end of the story, at the climax, she and tails have been captured and sonic is about three hours away from destroying the universe.

she asks sheepishly, "you never cared about me at all?" and sonic laughs in her face.

he keeps laughing after she sees how surprised she is, because to him it always felt so obvious he didn't give a fuck.

you're so vain, he tells her. and you're so stupid for caring so much about appearances. you trusted me, and for what? because you think i'm handsome? amy, you've watched me do some of the most horrendous shit, and you didn't even care because you thought you could talk me out of it with the power of ~wuv~ or whatever.

it's because you wanna be the hero, right? you wanna be the one to fix me. you want to be able to say to people, while you're dragging me around arm in arm, that you fixed me. it's selfish. it's stupid. it's why i strung you along for so long - it was funny watching you show your rotten heart. sweet little empathetic amy rose letting me prance around and do whatever the fuck i want, hurt whoever i want, just because she thinks i look so pretty covered in blood.

empathetic, loving. peh. it's all a farce, i know it. you never had the guts to kill dad or i. you didn't want to be the one to take another life, huh? because you're so fucking nice. all that makes you is a coward. you're a coward, amy rose, and now i'm going to destroy you and everything you love and build paradise on top of the ruins and you're going to be the one to blame. congratulations. enjoy these next few hours before the world ends. ugh, i need a nap...

the door closes behind him after that. tails looks at amy, sympathetic and trying to be comforting, but she doesn't even notice him. she's just staring at the ground heartbroken. then her face warps into something else, something familar and scary at the same time - absolute red-hot rage.

anything sonic tries to say to her later to make her soften up her heart won't work. it'll never work again.

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urmumsdrycooch · 1 year

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ᗷEᗩT ᗩᖇOᑌᗪ TᕼE ᗷᑌᔕᕼ

Max Caulfield x Reader

Summary: Funeral, distant Max, etc.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Max and I have always been joined at the hip. We met in my hometown in Seattle and were always close. Even though we went to different schools, we always found time to hang out together. We would go on adventures, take photos, and just have fun together. We were always there for each other, even when things got tough, and our friendship has been unbreakable since.

We'd moved to Arcadia together, though she kept rather quiet about it. I didn't mind so much, as long as I got to finally spend time with her without the boundaries of parents and different schools. Arcadia bay's a small town, but it was the best place to be, considering Max's photography wet dream and my... I'm not too sure, either way it could be found in Blackwell.

Speaking of, the final school year had just resumed after Christmas break and Max was already working on a new project. It was a secret, but I knew it was something she was really excited about. We were both so busy with school and our own projects that we barely had time to talk, let alone hang out.

"Black and white or colour?" Max mutters, eyes focused on the screen in front of her.

"What?" I ask, lifting my head to see what she's working on.

It's a photo she took last week of a doe over at the lighthouse. I smile at the memory, I remember her freezing when she notices the opportunity to snap the photo. I remember her coming to me and basically shaking with all the excitement. Later that evening, I was finishing some homework that was due the next morning and she lay on my bed, staring at the photo for hours.

"Wow, Max." I gasp, clearly not having had a good enough look at the photo to realise its true beauty, "It's really pretty," I stare into her eyes, ", the photo... of course." My face burns up, but Max keeps her focus on the photo she'd been editing the entire lesson. She doesn't respond, which doesn't bother me, I'd not been able to get full sentences out of her the past week. Though, I'd never dare point it out to her.

"Hey Max, I was thinking-" I begin, but am rudely interrupted by the ring of my phone, Max turns her head back to the screen again, knowing I probably wasn't going to finish my sentence. I check the caller ID, it's my dad. We haven't spoken since Christmas, so it'll be nice to catch up, but not exactly during a lesson. Dad always understood I'd be busy with school, so it's rather odd he'd be calling at this time.

"Hey, Dad!" I greet, smiling through the phone.

"Y/n, it's nice to hear your voice." My eyebrows furrow at his low and dragging tone. Something's not right, but I'm not sure what.

"What's up?" I ask, trying to get a read on him. But, clearly, the concerning silence on the other end of the line only added to my raising suspicion.

There's a long pause on the other end of the line, "Y/n, it's about Liam..." My heart sinks as I finally put together all the factors from the phone call. The odd timing, my Father's usual cheerful voice dimmed down to a somber, regretful one, my cousin had been overly thoughtful and somewhat appreciative.

"What do you mean Dad?" I breathe, desperation creeping into my voice. I get up out of my seat, heading towards the art room's brightly coloured door, deathly contrasted to the news I was yet to hear.

"Y/n, I know you knew about his health-" My heart stops as he speaks, "- and I don't want to just put this on you and expect to deal with it. So-"

I cut him off, "Just tell me." Quick and sharp, the words awaited acting as a signature to my unfortunate expectations.

"He passed away earlier today, around 11 to be exact."

Tears sat on the brims of my eyes now on the verge of an outbreak, waves of emotions and feelings part like the red sea as the news sink in. He was gone, gone before he could even get a chance to live. And, as much as I wanted to hold on to some semblance of hope, the bitter truth was clear.

He'd been ill for quite some time, and still more was to come. The doctors called it chronic, our family called it a bump in the road. We've downplayed it for so long, and it's finally reached its encore. But, it's the final curtain call. My mind reeled at the thought of my cousin lying in a hospital bed for weeks, maybe even months, knowing his fate. But, we all chose to look the other way. We were comfortable in our own lives and didn't want to rock the boat.

Liam and I were always hot and cold. We were usually either fighting over some silly competition or coming up with the world's greatest new invention. I remember one time for Halloween all of the first cousins dressed up as the mystery gang from Scooby doo, but there were one too many cousins so two of us had to be Scooby, and that just so happened to be Liam and me. We spent the whole night fighting over who was the better Scooby once we got home, we had 0 sweets to celebrate. Which soon lead to the both of us stealing a bunch out of our other cousins' bags.

It feels like yesterday that all that happened. Times change so quickly that sometimes you don't even notice how much it can flip your world. And now, he's gone. The one person I could always count on in a time of need is no longer here to help me out. It feels like the whole world has collapsed on me.

I sit on the floor, my back against the wall, balling my hands into fists as the tears continue flowing freely. I bury my face in my knees, wishing I could take the pain with him. But, that's not how this works.

Footsteps approach, and I hear the door open before the gentle warmth of a hand rests on my back. I don't have to look up to know it's Max.

"Y/n?" She coos, her hand rubbing circles on my back in soothing circles. "What're you doing out here?"

I shake my head, still trying to come to terms with what's happened. "Come on, let's go." The dark-haired girl helps me up, her cold fingers lacing between mine, while her free hand brushes any hair in my face. The phone call was long forgotten, assuming Dad understood and just hung up.

We make our way back to my dorm, walking in silence as thoughts race through my mind. A message notification rings through the silent air, I go to reach for my phone but am interrupted by Max, flashing me warning eyes. I shrug her off and pick up the phone, it reading:

Dad: The funeral is back home, 7:30 AM on the 27th, lots of love x

I huff and fall back into my bed, letting my hands be a blanket to my face, covering any fear presented on my face. I don't want to go back home. I don't want to see the looks on my parents' faces or the pity in everyone's eyes. I don't want to have to think any more about it.

Balled fists rub at my eyes as if to somehow erase the sadness and pass the mourning. Over the half-hour, Max had been accompanying me, she got the gist of what'd happened. "I can come with you if you want."

"No, it'd only be a bother, considering all that work you've got. I can tell Jefferson's been harder on you recently, don't let my problems-" I mutter quietly, guilty to be declining such a kind gesture.

She takes both my hands, pausing my sentence, "No, I want to. Plus, I know you'd do the same for me." She smiles softly, I don't know what to say, so I just nod

The funeral day soon comes around, I managed fine for the week or two after the news hit, but now it's time to actually face reality. I put on a brave face for Max, but I know the truth. I'm a mess. My eyes keep drifting to my phone, expecting it to ring with another notification telling me to go home. But it doesn't.

I make my way to the back of the church, taking a seat in the last row, Max following shortly behind. I know my parents are here somewhere, but I don't want to see them. They don't deserve my tears, they didn't deserve to lose him like this.

The preacher starts speaking, and I try to focus on what he's saying. But it's all so meaningless. And I'm dreading having to speak to the family later on, it'll only be full of pathetic small talk and to-the-side chats.

The speech shortly ended, and I slowly made my way out, Max following behind. We don't utter a word to each other, just make our way to an old wooden bench that would definitely give you splinters if you touched it bare skin. The rest of the friends and family gathered around the one small garden area outside the church.

I gain the occasional stare that is interrupted once I catch on, eyes full of pity, and words tip-toeing on eggshells in fear it may jab at a sensitive topic.

"I don't feel like I'm helping too much." Max sighs, deflating her shoulders in self-defeat.

I slowly shake my head, "No, you being here is more than enough."

The freckled girl glances down at her twiddling hands, attempting to gather her words, "I'm sorry."

"Please Max, that's all I've had these past few weeks," I chuckle, letting the playful statement drag out, lingering in the air.

"No, not like that. Well, yes of course- no- but, you know." She stutters, then takes a few breaths to clear her mind when she notices my waiting face. "I mean for being a bit distant, and I don't want to blame it on school or pastimes or anything, because really, I should've been making time for you. And I feel that the way I've acted has only added to how you feel." She says, slower this time.

"It's okay, I get it." I offer, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. "You're at Blackwell to do what you love most, I'm there to... well, to be with you. So, always put what you love first." I smile softly, giving her a gentle hug.

"Thank you," She whispers, burying her face in my shoulder, "But the thing is- um, never mind."

I pull back, a quirked eyebrow planted on my face met with a brightly red-faced Max, "What thing?"

She swallows, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve, "I- I'm just not sure if it's the right time." She admits, her cheeks flushing a light pink.

"Max, come on," I playfully jab her shoulder, ", tell me," I say, trying to keep my voice as gentle as possible.

She nods, but she doesn't meet my eyes, "I know, I'm just- I don't know what to say."

I can feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion, "What is it?" Concern grew for the girl.

"I just want to tell you the full truth," She pauses, "It's just- I've never felt this way before. Around anyone. And I thought maybe if I'm distant it'll go away and I won't ruin what we've had." She admits, her voice breaking. "But it hasn't and I know it won't, and I'm so sorry if this freaks you out, but-"

I wrap my arms around her, almost immediately stopping her sentence, "It doesn't freak me out," I assure her, ", if anything, it relieves me." I slowly admit, the words more or less pouring out of my mouth.

I feel her shake her head, "I don't know, that's a bad or good thing." She giggles.

I pull back to look at her, "I'm not so sure. A good thing..?" I try, scratching the back of my neck. "This is really confusing me, did we just confess feelings to each other by beating around the bush?"

"Why'd you have to ruin it." Max rolls her eyes, leaning in for a tighter hug.

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lavender-teardroplettes · 6 months

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Friendship Bracelets and Stab Wounds 🔪

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pairing: This is going to be heavily Si and Adam focused with Cain making an appearance in later chapters!

Content Warnings: Religious trauma, mentions of child abuse and neglect, mentions of blood/being stabbed, mentions of cannibalism, general cw for serial killer/yandere themes, nsfw themes (starting in the later half of this chapter). More could be added, but I think this covers the gist of it.

Enjoy! ~

The next week passed by agonizingly slowly for Adam. He had been careful to hide Si’s picture somewhere safe, knowing it wouldn’t hold over well if either of his parents found it. His mother would have probably ripped it to shreds before flying into a fit, and he didn’t want either of that. He knew he shouldn’t be keeping secrets, it felt dirty, but he just couldn’t let this one ray of light go more than he already had to. He was still calling him Cat, he needed something more personal, but it was hard to think of something that fit just right and didn’t sound mean or anything. He pulled Si’s picture out of its hiding place for a moment, studying the smiling beast-kin for a moment as he mulled over the ideas he had. He thought he heard something downstairs, and he quickly put it away and sat back at his desk to finish his homework. The noise downstairs got louder for a moment before he flinched as a door slammed. It was quiet again soon enough, he must have left. Adam sighed out the breath he was holding, putting his head down for a moment. “….Angel….” Si’s face flashed in his mind as Adam thought about their interactions thus far, and it really seemed to fit. He allowed himself to smile for a short moment before lifting his head back up to continue writing. Two more days and he could see his angel again.

Si waited by the classroom for Adam after the sermon was over and he was done saying his goodbyes and thank yous to the members of the church he liked. He was looking at his wrist, admiring his handiwork with the friendship bracelets he had made for himself and Adam. He had to beg his aunt to let him buy the thread he needed- she wasn’t too keen of the idea on wasting money on anything she deemed frivolous- but she was easy enough to bribe with a few more house chores out of Si to make up for it. And, although she wouldn’t outwardly admit it, she was happy to see him make a friend out here after years of not connecting with anyone. It was a shame that this was probably the last time they’d see each other for a while, for whatever reason his parents were having another child and needed to move to a better area for work to support the new baby. Ruth huffed to herself as she watched Si carefully weave the bracelet. The poor kids, she didn’t have high hopes for her sister to manage both of them well if her first spent almost half of the year away from them. Might as well let him have something nice to remember the friend bye, she knew she needed hers.

“Angel, good morning.” Si’s ears flicked at the new nickname, blinking up at Adam as it registered in Si’s brain. “Angel?” Adam nodded with a smile, “It’s what I want to call you instead of Cat. I think it suits you better.” Si blushed and mulled it over in his mind. Is that how Adam saw him? He smiled and rocked on his heels, nodding in approval, “I like it, thank you Addy. Oh! Here give me your arm.” Adam blinked before complying, watching Si as he took one of the matching bracelets off and slipped it onto Adam’s hand, pulling the string to tighten it, “I made us a pair of friendship bracelets! I figured it would be nice cuz that way everyone knows that we’re still friends even when I’m not here!” Adam stared down at the bracelet, Si’s warmth transferring into his own. It was only two colors, red and pink, but the lines were neatly and carefully weaved together in a nice ‘V’ pattern. Adam smiled, admiring it before pulling Si into a hug. “Thank you, I’ll treasure it forever.” Si blinked in Adam’s arms before hugging him back with a smile, “You’re welcome Addy!” The bell rang, and both of them slipped into the classroom to avoid being late. While they were seated, Adam held out his hand to Si under the table, mumbling that it was okay today because it’s his last day. The were sitting close enough that no one would notice, and Adam was quick to let go if anyone got to close- scooping Si’s hand back up once it was safe to. Si thought it was a silly game Adam was playing, or maybe he just felt shy about it. Either way, Si’s hand was ready to be picked up again each time.

The class ended with the teacher having everyone say goodbye to Si, which confused Adam. Couldn’t they just do that on the playground? Then again, this meant that he didn’t have to compete with anyone for Si’s time. He waited by the door for Si to finish speaking with the teacher, and when he came out he was ready to head towards the back of the building until Si cleared his throat, “U-um...Addy…?” Adam froze at the sudden sad tone he heard from Si. He whipped around before jogging back to were Si was standing, frowning at the way the beast-kin seemed to shrink as he looked down the other end of the hallway towards the parking lot, “I...can’t go to recess today. I have to go to the airport now…” Adam’s eyes widened as his expression dropped, “You...have to leave now?” He repeated, feeling the tears start to prick in the corner of his eyes as his fists balled. No. Not yet, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. Si looked up at him with tears already falling from his eyes silently. Adam hadn’t even noticed them a second before, when did he start crying? Pushing his own tears back, Adam moved to pull Si into a hug, petting the space between his ears again as the overwhelming need to protect him and stop his tears fueled Adam’s resolve. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll see each other soon…” He tried to comfort both of them with this, but they both knew it would be longer than they’d like. Si sniffed and gripped onto Adams shirt, a free hand moving to wipe some of the tears away, “Pinkie-promise?” Adam smiled and held out his pinkie, “Pinkie-promise.”

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Si stared down at his childhood journal with a scowl as he looked down at the Adam he used to know, memories flashing behind his eyes of his first guy friend and crush. He knew he was taking a risk coming back to his apartment, but he NEEDED to make sure that the Adam from his childhood and the one who stabbed him a few days prior were two different people. He wanted to throw up and bash his head into the wall at the same time, anything but fighting the visceral sobs that threatened to escape his shocked form. It was him, they were the same people. His first love is a murder who tried to- is trying to kill him. In a swift motion he snatched the book up and prepared to throw it across the room and destroy it, but before he could he found himself cradling it as he sunk to the floor as he allowed himself to cry. Something in the back of his mind screamed at him to get a grip, but how could you think rationally when everything suddenly comes crashing down on you? He didn’t know what he wanted in the moment, but he had almost wished Adam did kill him just to save him from the pain he was feeling in the present- both physically and emotionally. He thought about the pages and pages that were in this old diary, wishing he could see Adam again, wondering if he still remembered him. Oh god, he groaned thinking about how early preteen him would gush about hoping they’d get married in the future if they ever reconnected. “Bullshit….” He closed his eyes with a huff, sniffing pathetically as his emotions started to calm down and turn numb. Soon all he could feel was a broken heart, and the way his shoulder burned as some of the tears agitated it.

Quickly, he rose to his feat, brushing his face off with his sleeve as he turned the journal in his hands. He had to assume Adam didn’t recognize him, not that he would right off the bat. How long had it been? Sixteen years? Even Si didn’t recognize that it was Adam either, though looking between the past and the present, there wasn’t that much of a difference in his face. Si scowled. No, that was wrong. Younger Adam’s soft and shy demeanor was replaced by something far more ugly- something deadly and cruel. And, despite Adam’s attempts to be quiet, Si could swear he could hear his heavy footsteps coming towards his apartment door. He shoved the book under his bed before quietly slipping away, frantically looking for a place to hide that wasn’t obvious and had something he could use as a distraction if Adam found him. His mind raced frantically as he ran, his eyes stopping at the attic door. It was big enough to hold a few people, so he could try and maneuver his was around Adam and back out the front door if he was found. Si pulled the ladder down and shot up the steps, closing the attic door gently right as the footsteps stopped in front of the door. There was a pause, a few knocks, and the sound of his locks being picked. Quietly, Si cursed the apartment manager for not fixing the bolt lock. If he survived Adam, that guy was getting a huge piece of Si’s mind.

The sound of Adam’s voice cutting through his apartment like a knife caused Si’s breathing to slow to an agonizingly painful speed, and he had to wince to keep himself from whining about how his shoulder burned in response. “Come out, little devil, I know you’re in here. Did you really think it was a good idea to come back to your home? I thought you were smarter than that, was whatever you came here for worth it?” Adam looked around the apartment as he taunted his prey, noting how shabby it looked compared to his own room. Well, not everyone could be as rich as successful as he was, but this meant that it wouldn’t take long to find where Si was hiding. Where to start was the question. There weren’t a lot of options, and he wanted to drag out their fear a little longer. Slowly, he stepped further into the apartment, listening for any sounds that would give Si away. He noticed a door open down the hall, so he’d make his way there first, checking the hallway closet and bathroom first just in case Si was stupid enough to hide there. It seemed like he wasn’t. Adam’s eye twitched as he felt over the knife in its holster, itching to finish this game of cat and mouse between them once and for all and end the temptations he felt for the beast. He peered into Si’s bedroom. There were clothes scattered along the floor, but other than that his room was pretty clean and lined with hammocks full of stuffed animals with a set of hanging fairy lights. Adam looked around, frowning at a familiar corner of the room he had seen in Si’s videos. He shook his head to clear his mind of the images he had seen of Si and the fantasies of him replacing the various toys and vibrators he had watched him use. This wasn’t the time, he needed to focus.

Si’s laptop was on his desk, untouched and undisturbed, so he didn’t come here for that. Adam looked around for anything of significance. Surely Si wouldn’t risk being found by him just for a change of clothes- he must have been in this room for a reason. Scanning the room again, he checked Si’s closet, closing it immediately with a blush when he noticed some of his work outfits hanging along with his regular clothes. Frustrated, Adam opened the closet again, avoiding looking at them as he shoved them aside to see if Si was hiding behind them intentionally. Even now, Adam felt like he was purposely enticing him, and while Si wasn’t in the room, it was full of him for Adam to fantasize over and long for. Adam frowned as he slammed the closet door. Just what about them made him feel this way? Something was bothering Adam in the back of his mind on top of all of this, like a nagging feeling that he had forgotten something since really taking in Si’s features while doing research and background checks. He noticed a considerable gap under the bed and lowered himself to check there. His eyebrows furrowed at the tub of toys, ropes, and various other items he had seen Si use caught his attention first. He was about to stand up again when he noticed a book tossed halfheartedly next to the tub. Bingo.

Without looking closer at the tub as he reached in for the book, he pulled it out and sat down on Si’s bed, examining it in his hands, “Seriously? You came here for a diary?” His laugh was dry and devoid of humor as he flipped it open, “What’s so special about this?” He skimmed past the pages, smirking at how horrible the handwriting was at the beginning. Adam read few of the dates in an uninterested manor before something catches his eye- it was a photo of himself as a child. Adam blinked down at himself. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find, but it sure as hell wasn’t a picture of him. Adam’s mind raced as he read the entry below it, “Addy, my best friend at Aunt Ruth’s church~! <3,” and right below that, in much neater handwriting with a much later date signed at the bottom, “*my first crush >///<.” Adam’s blood ran cold as his brain processed the information. Without thinking, he continued looking for mentions of himself, landing on a page that had their bracelet taped to one of the pages: someone had cut it and Si wanted to save it according to the entry below it, accompanied by sad faces and a rain cloud. Suddenly the world stopped as Adam’s mind finally let him remember just WHO Si was. Si’s childhood self flashed in Adam’s mind, smiling and excited to see him, before it’s forcefully and violently replaced with the scene of Adam’s knife being buried in his shoulder next to the highway. He must have kept turning the pages as his brain processed everything. There was a mention in the diary that Si had wished Adam was his first kiss, and that’s what broke him as he remembered how Si got away. They had both got their wish in the worst way- and it was all his fault.

Adam’s brain kicked back in like he was hit by a donkey, and he shoved the diary into his jacket. He need to find Si and….No, he needed to call Saffron. Si was still in the apartment, he knew this, but he needed to stop his manager from doing anything before something worse happened. For the first time in who knew how long, he felt his throat close up with the intense, bitter taste of guilt. “A-angel?” He called out, cursing at himself for using the old nickname before hearing a noise somewhere outside of the room. It was thud- a reaction, and a confirmation. Adam’s eyes went wide as he rushed out of the room, listening closer for another sign that Si was there. His eyes scanned for other potential hiding spots before he noticed the attic door. Of course, he was hiding up there. Adam could scold himself later for not thinking about it, and he reached for the door before throwing it open, “A-a…..Si….? I-...It’s okay, you can come down...I-I’m, I’m not going to-” He was cut off by the sound of labored breathing and wheezing. There were a few coughs as he heard Si gasp for air, and Adam scrambled up to steps onto to see his first love struggling to breathe on the floor in a sick, ironic repeat of events from the past. Adam rushed over, flinching at how hot Si’s body felt to the touch. If his fever was that bad, his wound must have been badly infected. He scooped up his body, surprised Si had any strength left to try and push him away once Adam’s face come into view. In his haze, Si was struggling to tell the past Adam and the current one in front of him apart, but his mind knew he didn’t want to see him, let alone let Adam touch him. “Get….away….Ad…..dy.” Adam knew he was out of it, but why did Si have to call him that now? Adam wanted to scream as a hole burned into his heart as he tried to hold Si closer, mumbling apologies into his hair.

Speaking was a bad idea, because the world slipped away from underneath Si quickly as Adam carried him downstairs, pulling out his phone while walking to the front of Si’s apartment flat. Saffron picked up quickly, “Did you-” Saffron blinked at the receiver as Adam cut him off, “NO- no we’re not doing that anymore. Before you say anything, I need a safe house and a favor; someone who knows how to deal with infections.” Saffron noted Adam’s demands with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure what had happened between them, but he could tell that the situation was becoming more complicated. “I trust you’ll fill me in later, I’ll send the car to your location, meet it in the back of the apartments and do try not to cause any unwanted attention.” Adam didn’t say anything in response before hanging up, making Saffron click his tongue. He really did spoil the boy too much, it put a sour taste to his lunch thinking of the many possibilities to what just happened. Saffron knew that Adam didn’t have an infection, so, why was Adam calling for Si? He knew he should have handled this himself instead of letting Adam deal with what was quickly becoming an obvious weakness for him- but as a fellow killer he knew Adam would be furious for taking his prey from him. The last thing he wanted was for Adam to hate him after carefully crafting such a delicate and fragile arrangement that they had, and Adam was integral for things to continue on as planned. Looking down at his plate, Saffron sighed again before standing to clean up the leftovers. Up until the call, he really was enjoying his meal, and he had finally picked out the perfect wine to pair with it. Such a waste of a delectable specimen. The idea of not being able to taste the sweet, almost cotton candy like flavor of Si’s blood again, made the current flesh too bitter to enjoy anymore. Let’s just see what you had in store for him this time, Si.

#si writes #friendship bracelets and stab wounds #fanfic #you and him game #you and him #adam yah #chapter 4 is fighting me but I'm pushing through it because AHHHHH I NEED TO GET TO A THING

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raz dnd 16 mini sesh

lots of emotions from last time and also everyone in discord saying the robots are hot now lol

the robots leave the temple with senna following at a bit of a distance. parsley is setting up camp. zen guides android to the camp and he disassociates. wheatley is helping or trying to help parsley set up camp.

senna messages zen shes going to get teya and leaves. wheatley decides to learn message lol. senna finds teya thank goodness. shes doodling against a tree. senna comes over and sits nearby but not too close, watching her draw. oh its journaling actually.

senna tilts her head cutely and asks what shes doing. teya snaps the book shut quickly and senna apologizes. 'scared the life outta me did ya?' senna scoots a little bit closer. 'so uh...hell of a day right?' its been a lot for like a week lol. 'was this adventure everything you thought it would be?' senna tells teya she still has a life cause she keeps putting herself down.

teya asks what senna wanted out of this. senna gives a hollow and sad laugh. senna leans back and asks if teya will judge her. she promises not too. 'do you remember that feeling of hitting rock bottom, but you keep going anyway?' yep. 'i hoped this journey would help me take another step forward. and letely i dont know if im doing the right thing. and that scares me.' teya says she will reassure her if necessary. senna apologizes for cutting teya out. 'of course i gotta worry about you. your my little teya.' senna scoots even closer. 'i wanna tell you whats going on, but even im not sure whats happening to me.' teya says she will listen, even if she doesnt know.

'can i tell you a secret?' 'of course.' senna says she was a sorceror. her body is changing now. its never done that before and she feels angry ALL the time,like something wants to break loose. she says spingledorf tried to help and she shows teya an orb. how it glowed and began changing her faster. AS WERE TALKING THE ORB FUCKING GLOWS GODDAMN ITS IN HER HAND DAMMIT!

senna screams and drops the orb. too late. 1 level in sorcery and more physical changes! even more red scales over her body! its on her hands and neck now. its covering some of the circutry bits darn. her lower back is uncomfortable. her teeth are more noticible. SHES GROWING A FUCKING TAIL! senna is blue screening. 'do you see what i mean? i have a FUCKING tail.' shes gonna be a lot more emotional from now on. she shoves the orb back in the bag pissed.

teya hugs her aww. senna hugs her back shaking. 'i dont know whats going on but your not alone.' senna says shes scared to lose herself. 'you wont.' senna buries her face in teya's shoulder.

wheatley managed to set up the tents good job! SP is pretending to put up the tents lol. no ones really talking their all sad. parsley keeps making a fire and SP keeps messing up the fire. parsley sighs and goes to help wheatley who is stuck in the tent. wheatley goes to sit next to android. android just kinda zones out. SP looks at android and goes 'fix?' aww he wants to help him.

zen asks how wheatley is fairing. 'im tired. i didnt like that but that was obvious.' 'would you like to the on the otherside of me i have more arms?' he looks at android then shakes his head.

teya looks at senna. 'so how do you wanna handle this with the others.' 'i dont think i can hide this and its not beneficial.' teya offers her hat and senna pats her on the head. 'by the way have you noticed how you look lately?' senna puts her circutry arm by her face and says we match. teya feels her face and sighs. senna says they look pretty on her. 'you know you do that a lot.' 'do what?' 'you give compliments freely.' senna steps back and apologizes if she made her uncomfortable. 'no i care about you. a lot. and i dont know how you feel and it confuses me and i know were not on the same page and please speak im digging a hole.' senna says she likes her too and wants to get to know her more, but theres something you should know.

'im still technically married.' what. 'marriage was a business contract back home and i was lucky me and my husband liked each other. they probably never filed the paperwork for divorce.' teya is blue screening. senna tries to fix this by saying marriage was political and that most had mistresses and stuff for love rather than the marriage itself.

meanwhile parsley keeps collecting firewood and wheatley tells him 'we definitely have plenty you can sit. are you ok?' hes just overwhelmed and awkward with all that info lol.

teya finally responds! she laughs and says 'well id be lying if i hadnt taken marriage into account before with partners and i still wanna learn about you.' senna, whos ears had been flat, perk back up yay! senna giggles, picks up teyas hand and gives it a kiss. THE GAYS ARE BACK ON! time to head back to camp lol.

senna and teya are back yay! yep senna looks different now lol. zen is concerned. 'what happaned to you?' teya squeezes her hand. parsley is like wtf. 'well im a sorceror and i appear to slowly being turned into a dragon.' 'recent development?' 'within the last week yes.' wheatley says everyone has recent developments this week lol. senna shows the orb and explains it and stuff. wheatley remarks that we all have orbs! senna says thats not all we have in common. senna hands him a pocket mirror and tells him to look at his eye. wheatley says he doesnt see through his eye. senna confesses that she did it. zen says he also approved. senna apologizes for not asking him permission since he was kinda dead. wheatley says he woke up with that crack. but he does like the pattern being symbolic of the robot gods.

parsley is just like 'hell of a week.' wheatley apologizes if he unnerved any of us. parsley looks at wheatley and says he thought he died when he got turned off. 'it felt like it.' android speaks up barely. 'he can remove it.'

time for the long rest. awkward for the people stuck awake lol. wheatley goes eeby deeby for a moment but its for plot. little brother sent a message to wheatley awww. now its morning! here comes spingledorf! heres back to compensate us pog. wheatley and android dont wanna talk to spingledorf lol. teya returns a book to spingledorf. he notices senna and goes wide eyed. senna kneels down and says its ok they know. parsley decides to be a shit and goes 'WHAT HAPPANED?!' senna doesnt even bat an eye 'this is what happens when you fuck a dragon.'

spingledorf says its just her bloodline and its progressed super fast. the changes shouldve faded away. senna says the orb glowed and 'enhanced' her. parsley asks if she could grow wings and senna gets excited. dorf mentions her psyche will also take a hit. as a descedant of a red dragon shes more tempramental. he offers to take the orb back but senna shrugs and says her body is gonna keep changing anyway. dorf considers us friends awww.

items pog! parsley is shown that cursed axe! boosts his attack a bit but he gets super attached and he might go beserk when he gets attacked. nope he doesnt want it. handaxe of warning! much better.

time for teya! parsley goes to check on the firewood lol. teya gets a magic wand of wonder!

time for senna! guardian emblem! no more crits on senna or her pals! fashioned into the holy symbol of her goddess.

time for wheatley! he gets a laser pistol?! he shoots it at a tree and it leaves a burnt mark. wheatley is so excited! he shoots near parsley. he fucking shot him goddammit. wheatley freaks tf out and casts cure wounds. parsley is so pissed.

#senna #dnd #dnd adventures

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