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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year

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Part Of Your World ~ p.p

chapter two: kiss the girl

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The next night, as soon as the sun began to set, Peter snuck out to the ocean to see you. He had spent the day studying the travel log of Tony’s boat to see exactly where he had been thrown overboard the day before. With a little math, Peter was able to use the wind speed of the day before to figure out which way the waves would’ve been moving. He estimated how far the waves would’ve carried him and eventually estimated the coordinates of the rock he washed up on. It was a leap of faith, but he took it anyway. He swung as far out as he could and saw a flat rock that reminded me of the one he saw the day before. It was a little far, so he decided to jump. He landed hard on his side and winced as he rolled over.

“Ow. Owie. I definitely have nerve damage now. Ow.” Peter whined and rubbed his side. He jumped when he heard water splashing beside him and watched you emerge from below the water.

“You came back?” You asked with a surprised smile on your face. Peter forgot all about his pain and moved closer to you.

“I had to see you.” Peter said simply. “You’re stuck in my head. I’ve been thinking of you ever since we met. I spent all day trying to find out how to get back to you.”

“You did?” You sighed happily and rested your chin on your hand.

“I don’t have a lot going on.” Peter admitted.

“But how did you get back to the rock?”

“I swung. I’m sort of a superhero. No biggie.” Peter shrugged and checked to see if it impressed you.

“You’re one of those super humans? The ones that save the city?” You gasped.

“I might be.” Peter played coy.

“Like the Iron Man?” You asked in excitement.

“Even better. I’m Spiderman.”

“Who?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Okay. That hurt. You were my dream girl up until two seconds ago.”

“Sorry.” You laughed. “I don’t know much about the human world. I only learn about what’s above the surface if it falls into the water. I’ve seen the Iron Man flying above me a few times. He dropped a couple parts into the ocean once. I kept them for years and they still haven’t rusted.”

“Are you not apart of the human world?” Peter laughed in confusion.

“No. I wish to be. But I’m not.” You sighed and flicked your iridescent tail above the water. Peter jumped in surprise and suddenly, it all clicked for him.

“Oh shit. You’re a mermaid. How did I miss that?” Peter wondered, mostly to himself.

“I’m not sure.” You laughed and and hopped up on the rock to sit beside Peter.

It was the first time he had gotten a real look at you in the light. Your tail was shimmery like sequins and changed colors when Peter looked at it from different angles. It was an array of pink, purple, blue, and green that illuminated in the setting sunlight. Peter got a better look at the rings you had braided into your hair. On top, you had two starfish covering you for modestly. Peter thought all of you was beautiful, but he could not take his eyes off your tail. The way it blended into your torso seamlessly was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

“Wow. It’s beautiful.” Peter said breathlessly.

“You think?” You asked skeptically and flicked your tail again.

“I do. Everything about you is beautiful.” He said sincerely.

“Thank you.” You smiled warmly and looked down at your tail with a newfound appreciation. You had always hated it for the way it restricted you, but Peter made you look at it differently.

“Can I touch it?” Peter asked, catching your attention.

“If you want.” You agreed. “But under one condition.”

“Which is?”

“I get to touch something of yours afterwards.” You said and scooted closer.

“Okay. Deal.” Peter smirked and held out his hand. You looked at it skeptically before shaking it. You still weren’t used to the way another persons skin felt when you weren’t underwater. You’d only ever touched other mermaids before, never a dry human.

At the same time, Peter was experiencing something new himself. He reached out and put his hand on your tail, feeling the warm scales beneath his fingertips.

“How does it feel?” You asked him. It was a strange moment of intimacy for you. You never thought you’d ever get to talk to a human, let alone let one touch you.

“Like a big warm fish.” Peter answered honestly.

“I mean, I kinda am a big fish.” You chuckled.

“Well, you’re the prettiest fish I’ve ever seen.” Peter flirted. “And I’m not just saying that because your only competition is my childhood goldfish and the lobsters they keep on display at grocery stores.”

You threw your head back and laughed because even though you had no idea what a grocery store was, the way Peter said it was funny. You liked the way he talked even if it was nothing like you imagined humans would sound like. You thought they were all scary and mean like the way your father had described them all your life. Peter didn’t fit the evil narrative your father had created for humans. Peter seemed genuine and kind.

As you laughed, the two starfish you were wearing as a bra caught his attention again and he titled his head.

“Whats the deal with these guys? What’s their story?” Peter asked and pointed to your starfish.

“They’re star fish. They just suction on.” You shrugged and pulled one off to show him. Peter turned bright red and quickly turned away to give you privacy.

“Oh my. So you just whipped your boob out. Just like that. Okay.” Peter nodded to himself and kept his head turned so he wouldn’t freak out.

“Are you okay?” You laughed and put your starfish back on.

“No.” He squeaked.

“Humans go into the water naked all the time. I didn’t think it was such a big deal.”

“That’s called skinny dipping. But what you you just did, my dear, was called changing the trajectory of my life forevermore.”

“Haven’t you seen them before? I thoughts humans had the same anatomy up top?” You genuinely wondered.

“They do. We need to change the subject. I’m about to pass away.” Peter said with a wave of his hand.

“Then I’d just have to save you again.” You smiled flirtatiously and scooted closer to him so that your shoulders were touching.

“I’m not opposed to that.” Peter smiled back. “Wait, what thing of mine did you want to touch?”

“Oh, right.” You smiled shyly. “If it’s all right, I’ve always wondered what dry hair felt like.”

“That’s it? You just want to feel dry hair?” Peter laughed in surprise. You looked sad for a moment as he laughed at the thing you’d been dreaming of for ages.

“That’s a great idea.” He quickly followed up. “Here. Dry your hands off on my shirt so you can get the real experience.”

You smiled in excitement and did as Peter suggested. Once your hands were dry, you ran them through his messy brown curls. You gasped initially and withdrew your hand as if scared they were sharp. But once you felt how soft they were, you put both hands back in and played with his hair.

“Well? Is it everything you imagined?”

“It’s even better!” You gushed. “It’s so soft. I’ve never felt anything like it.“

“You can touch it as much as you want. I don’t mind.” Peter smiled softly. Your hands traveled from his hair to his face, then down to his clothes. You were both silent and you felt all the new textures and materials for the first time.

“Wow. Amazing.” You whispered to yourself as you touched the leather part of his shoe.

“I feel like if I showed you what hand cream felt like, your mind would be absolutely blown.” Peter chuckled.

“Hand cream?” You asked him.

“Oh, yeah. It’s also called lotion.” He explained. “You put them it on your hands to make them softer.”

“You just use it a lot. Your hands are very soft.” You noted as you held his hands in yours. The touch of another humans skin was enough to make you want to abandon your home and stay on land forever. Peter could see the longing in your eyes and reached out to brush the wet hair off your face. You looked up into his eyes, then down at his lips. You felt yourself start to lean in, then pulled away.

“So, have you recovered from your little drowning incident?” You changed the subject.

“I coughed up a couple gallons of sea water and nearly blacked out when I had to close my eyes to wash my face but other than that, I’ve been okay.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay. It felt like fate when you dropped into the water. I’d been watching you all day when you were with your friends. When I saw you plummeting towards the bottom of the sea, I knew I had to save you. Even if I was breaking every one of my fathers rules.”

“I’m glad you did it. I would’ve died down there and become fish food.”

“The fish are my friends. I wouldn’t have let them eat you.” You laughed and playfully shoved him.

“Aw.” Peter smiled at the sentiment.

“But the sharks are kinda rude so they definitely would’ve gobbled you up.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“There’s sharks in these waters?” Peter gasped and pulled his legs to his chest.

“Yes. But don’t worry. They don’t come around here.” You assured him. “They got annoyed by me sitting on this rock and singing all the time.”

“Well, then they’re missing out.” Peter smiled coyly and leaned against you.

“I’m the ones who’s missing out. I didn’t even know what hand cream was until a few minutes ago. There’s so much of the world that I’m never going to see.” You sighed wistful and looked away.

“I promise, hand cream is not that exciting. You can’t use doorknobs for like a solid throat minutes after you put it on. I’m sure you’ve seen way cooler stuff under the sea.”

“Maybe. But it’s all I’ve ever known, so it doesn’t excite me anymore. There is so much I want to see and know. I have so many questions and no one to answer them. If I were in your skin, I’d treasure every moment out there. I’d give anything for just one day. Just one perfect day.”You pleaded with no one in particular as you looked up at the sky. Your eyes fell on Peters legs and you put a hand on them. You smiled a little, thinking of all the things you’d give to have a pair of your own.

“So mermaids don’t turn into humans when they dry off?”

“No. That’s a myth. We stay as mermaids on land or at sea.”

“Hm. So H2O is a bunch of bullshit?”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll never be able to watch Aquamarine the same way.” He whispered to himself.

“What is Aquamarine?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Don’t worry about it.”

You continued looking at Peters legs before running your hand down your tail and flicking the end with a sigh.

“I envy humans. I envy how versatile your lives are. You can jump into the sea any time you want, but then you can leave it. You can walk and run and dance all the way down the- what do you call it again?”

“Street?”

“Yeah. That.”

“You knew the word versatile but not street?” Peter mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“All I know is the sea. I’ve seen all the coral reefs and I know all the fish. I know my cavern and the things I’ve collected. But I want more.” You professed and looked longingly at the shoreline in the distance.

“What’s stopping you?”

“My father.” You admitted and looked down.

“You mentioned talking to me was against his rules. Does he have other rules?”

“He has many.” You nodded. “No swimming beyond the old ship wreck. No going above the surface. No talking about going above the surface. And absolutely no interacting with the humans.”

“Sounds like a fun guy.” Peter said sarcastically.

“He is very closed minded. He doesn’t think humans and mermaids can coexist.” You frowned. “He thinks if humans knew about us, they’d hunt us down and mount us on their walls.”

“Not to take his side here…”

“Peter.” You warned.

“I’m sorry. But I have met a lot of men who would 100% mount you on their wall if given the chance.“

“What about you? Are you like these men you speak of?” You smiled teasingly.

“No. As much as I would love to see you everyday, I’d rather it be because you’re living with me as my beautiful mermaid girlfriend and not my wall decor.”

“Girlfriend? Is that like a wife?” You asked him.

“Yeah, kinda. It’s the title you hold before wife. We also call them significant others.”

“Oh. I get it. So like a partner? But the most important partner you have?”

“Exactly.“

“We don’t have that down here. My father chooses who each of my sisters marrys and we have no say in the matter.”

“Has he chosen for you?” Peter gulped.

“Not yet. I’m not of age yet. But on my next birthday, he will.” You sighed and played with one of the rings in your hair.

“Oh.” Peter said quietly and put his hand over yours to comfort you. You turned your hand over so that you could hold his and stayed like that for a minute.

“I wish that wasn’t his way. I want to fall in love. I want romance and chivalry. And I want to make my own choices.”

“I want that for you too.” Peter said sincerely. You looked at him and smiled sadly, appreciating the sentiment but knowing there was nothing he could do to help you.

“What would be the first thing you’d chose if you could make your own choices?”

“I’d want to be where the people are.” You said without hesitation.

“And then?” Peter asked. You smiled shyly and looked at him again.

“I think I’d like to be your girlfriend.” You used the new word he taught you.

“I can’t give you the first thing, but I can guarantee the second.” Peter said and squeezed your hand.

“I don’t know. We don’t know each other, Peter. We’ve only just met.” You replied as you stared at your intertwined hands.

“So we’ll get to know each other. By going on dates. Do you have those down there?”

“Uh uh.” You shook your head.

“Then I’ll be back tomorrow to show you.”

“At this time?” You asked hopefully and Peter nodded.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter. For our date.” You grinned. Before Peter could overthink it, he threw his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. You froze before hesitantly wrapped your arms around him as well.

“What are you doing?” You whispered into his ear.

“Hugging you.”

“This is a hug?” You asked and tightened your grip around him.

“Yeah. It’s meant to comfort people.”

“I think I like it. It comforts me.” You smiled as you pulled out of the hug. Peter smiled sadly, knowing you must not get any affection under the sea.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I promise.”

When tomorrow came, Peter had an easier time getting back to the rock. He landed gracefully and put his hand into the water to let you know he was there. Soon enough, he could see you swimming up to the surface before emerging from the water.

“You had be worried for a second. I didn’t think you’d come back.” Peter smiled in relief as he helped pull you up onto the rock.

“It’s getting harder to sneak away from my dad. He’s getting suspicious about where I’m going all the time.” You sighed.

“What did you tell him?”

“That I was having a girl issue. That shut him right up.”

“Does your mom care about where you go?” Peter wondered as he set up the picnic he had brought. He had promised you a date, so he filled his backpack with things you’d eat on one.

“She was killed when I was little. Humans found her.” You admitted without meeting Peter’s eyes.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s all right. It’s not your fault.” You smiled sadly.

“I lost my mom too when I was young. I know how it feels. It never gets easier. I’ll always miss her.” Peter said and put his hand over yours. You looked down at your intertwined hands before pulling him into a hug.

“Am I doing it right? Does it comfort you?” You whispered in his ear.

“You’re doing it perfectly.” He laughed and hugged you back. When you pulled apart, he finished setting up the picnic. He had two plastic cups that and a bottle of cranberry juice.

“What’s this?” You wondered as he poured it into your cup.

“Cranberry juice. I got it cause it’s called Ocean Spray.” Peter admitted as you took a sip. Your eyes went wide and then you grimaced.

“It’s so sour.” You said and wiped your mouth. Peter was about to apologize but then you downed the rest of the cup.

“I love it. I’ve never had cranberry juice before.” You smiled at the cup as of it was a diamond that Peter had gifted you. Peter smiled in surprise, loving the way the simplest things delighted you.

“I don’t know if you eat human food, so I only brought things that are ways to digest.” Peter explained as he took a few things out of his picnic basket. He laid out two apples, a loaf of Italian bread, ritz crackers, and pretzels. You were immediately drawn to the apple and picked it up to examine it. Peter watched you roll it in yours hands and look under it, gasping when you saw the stem.

“What is this?” You asked in bewilderment.

“That’s called an apple. It’s a type of fruit. They grow on trees. Sometimes people pick them when the summer ends.”

“This grew on a tree?” You smiled in delight as if that was the most amazing news you’d ever been told.

“It sure did. Although, I personally retrieved it from my fruit bowl.”

You took a bite of the apple and your eyes went wide. Peter watched with amusement as you savored every bite like it was the last time you’d ever get to eat. When you were done, you looked at the core and gasped.

“Wait a second. I have seen these! It’s a thingmabob.”

“Thingamabob?”

“When I find something but don’t know the name for it, I make something up. I’ve seen these a few times at the bottom of the sea. Humans usually throw them in the water.” You explained.

“Oh. Did you find these down there too?” He asked and touched the rings in your hair. You nodded proudly and showed him your collection.

“Girls lose these all the time. I don’t know what they use them for on land, but I think they’re beautiful.”

“They’re called rings. You wear them on your finger, like this.” Peter explained as he slipped his finger into one of the rings. You watched him curiously before taking a ring out of your hair. You put it on your finger the way he had and gasped.

“That’s amazing! I love it even more now. Thank you, Peter!” You gushed and hugged Peter again. He laughed and wrapped an arm around you. He took his time explaining all the food he brought and let you try them one by one. He loved how amazed you were by all of it and reminded himself never to take the simple things like fruit for granted again. If it was enough to make you smile, it had to be special.

Once you finished eating, you laid on the rock together with your head on Peters chest. He told you about his life on land and told you him tales from under the sea. Peter could tell that being in land was something you’d been thinking about for a long time. You lit up when you talked about it and made it seem like it was the most magical place on earth. Peter didn’t have the heart to tell you he had seen a rat eating a diaper on his way to you.

“So you still want to be with the humans? Even after what they did to your mom?” Peter asked quietly.

“Yes. I do. That was a couple of bad men. I don’t let them speak for all of human kind.”

“I hate to tell you this, but there are a lot of bad men out there.” Peter frowned as he looked down at you.

“I know. But I don’t think you’re one of them.” You shrugged, making Peter smile.

“I try to be good. I don’t know if I always am.”

“I think you’re good. I can feel it.” You sighed and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. You laid quietly for a moment and just enjoyed each others company.

Peter returned the next night, and the night after that. Instead of rushing out of school to go on patrol, he was rushing to see you. Each night, he brought you new foods to try and little things you’d always wondered about. Your mind was blown when he showed you a spoon for the first time and you nearly passed out when he brought you Sour Patch kids. Every night, rain or shine, Peter came back to you. You spent all day looking forward to your nights with him.

“Why’d you really come back here, Peter?” You asked him one day as you ate the strawberry he had brought for you.

“I said I’d show you what a date is.” He shrugged.

“Two weeks in a row?” You teased him.

“That’s what happens after you go on a date. You go on another one, and then another one, and then another one.”

“I like you, Peter. And I can’t deny that I’ve been hanging around this rock all day in case you showed up again. But we would never work. It’s a nice thought. And one that I’ll hold on to forever. But it’s not meant to be.” You said without looking at him. Peter moved closer to you and tilted your chin up with his thumb.

“But what if it is? What if you hate it down there because you’re meant to be up here?”

“I do want to be up here. More than anything.” You admitted. “I’m so sick of swimming. I’m ready to stand.”

“I know some people. Maybe we could make that happen.”

“Really?” You asked skeptically. “What kind of people?”

“Witches and wizards and sorcerers.”

“Oh my.” You smiled in surprise.

“Maybe if you can come on land, we could go on a real date.”

“Is this not a real date?” You teased him.

“A real date involves me buying you real dinner and giving you a real kiss at the end.” Peter said without thinking about it. He blushed when he realized what he had said and looked away from you, but you weren’t letting him off the hook that easily.

“A real kiss?” You played dumb and leaned in.

“Yeah. Don’t you have those down there?” Peter rubbed the back of his neck and felt his face burn. He wanted to lean in and kiss you. He’d been wanting that every since you met. But he was far too shy. He wasn’t gonna kiss you.

“I think so. It’s this, right?” You asked innocently before lightly smacking him across the face. It wasn’t enough to hurt him, just enough to surprise him.

“That was definitely not a kiss.” He laughed as he held his cheek.

“Oh, wait. Now I remember.” You said and tapped the side of your head.

Before Peter could respond, you closed the gap between you and kissed him. It was your very first kiss, and Peters too. His eyes initially flew open but then fluttered shut as he melted into you. He brought his hands to your face to kiss you and felt a mirage of fireworks going off in his stomach. For you, the excitement of kissing a boy for the first time mixed with the adrenaline of doing something that would shock your father made the kiss that much better. You kissed Peter until you ran out of breath and rested your forehead against his once you pulled away.

“I’m gonna get you legs one way or another. I promise.” Peter said softly as he stared into your eyes.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I won’t. Not to you.” Peter assured you. You leaned in and kissed him again before hopping off the rock.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter.” You waved to him before disappearing under the water. Peter reached his hand into the ocean and swirled it around, trying to understand what it felt like to be you.

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soxcietyy · 2 years

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Chastity: Male reader x Sanji

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Summary: Male reader believes it’s time to try something new that consists of bondage and other fun surprise.

This wasn't what Sanji was expecting when you said it was going to be a exciting night. Yes he knew you were a into certain things but this was quite new. He watched as you took out a box from inside a chest that carried all of your belongings. It looked pretty sealed up with tape. Must of been something you really didn't want anyone finding. The second he pulled out a box cutter and opened it he realized the reason. Inside was a bunch of rope and other things he couldn't quite tell what it was.

"So this is what you had in mind huh?" He said as he blew out smoke into your face.

"Yea, since this is going to be your first time doing this you can say stop when you feel the need to." You say as you began taking everything out.

Sanji looks carefully as you untangle the rope.

He wouldn't say he was nervous but definitely intrigued by the new object. He's only had basic vanilla sex.

"Well let's get started no?" You say as you began taking his clothes off. First by loosening his tie and unbuttoning his jacket.

Luckily for Sanji you both were on boat watch while the others explored. Meaning he could be as loud as he wanted to be. He was always a very vocal person when it came down sex.

Eventually he was stripped down naked as he sat on his knees waiting for the next direction. You were fully clothed thought. You wore a white dress shirt and some black slacks. You walked In front of him and squatted down. "I'll be doing a box tie and a frogtie on you okay? " grabbing his hands you put them behind his back and got to work. It didn't take long for you to finish the top part. Then came the second part where Sanji was told to sit on his knees. You tied the upper part of his thighs to his ankles and the lower part of his thighs to his leg. It was impossible for him to move now without any assistance.

"You won't be needing this anymore." You said as you took the cigar from Sanji mouth. You brought it to your mouth and inhaled it blowing the smoke onto Sanji a face. "Not very nice huh?" You said as you dropped it onto the ground and stepped on it.

"Those ain't cheap ya know?" He said irritated.

Grabbing a red rag you place it onto his mouth tying it on the back of his head.

"I even brought you a mirror so you can admire yourself!" You said turning him around so he could take a good look at himself.

"Huo coue I de owy oan nayke" Sanjis says with the rag in his mouth

"Hm? Sorry I can't understand you but it's cute seeing you try." You laugh as you push him onto the ground so his ass was up in the air. Grabbing the lube that was set on the side you open it and squirt it all over his hole. Watching him twitch from the sudden cold sensation. You hum in amusement as you push a finger inside. He groaned as you worked your finger. Stretching him for what was soon to come. You felt as his insides tightened around your fingers. "Fu" he said with his worthless attempt of talking.

"Ga ma co" he moaned

"Co? You mean cock? Right I just remembered something." You said slipping your fingers out and sitting him up. Walking back to the box you pull out a metal chastity cage. Sanji whines not sure what the hell you just brought out but was sure it wasn't going to be pleasant.

"Luckily your not hard yet." You say as you began putting it on his cock. He looked so pretty sitting like that. You couldn't wait to see him cry.

Going back to your position you sit back down and stick to fingers inside. You could hear him groaning and moving himself to have your fingers deeper inside of him. "Arnt you so submissive." You say as you smack his ass. Sanji letting out a cry as he jolted. Unzipping your pants you let out your hard member slapping it onto Sanjis ass. You watched as his balls began turning a pretty shade of purple. "Well how does it feel not being able to have your cock go fully hard? It looks like it's about to swell in their." You say as you grab his cock. He let out a loud cry as you held it in your hand. He looked so desperate having such a contraption on. "Dose it feel tight? Uncomfortable? I bet it hurts." You hold it tighter. Once again Sanji cried begging for you to let go. It felt so good for him but painful at the same time.

Eventually you let go and shove you cock inside of him as deep as you can. "Mmmh" he moaned in the gag. "Common Sanji why so quite? Gone timid on me?" You smirk down at him.

"Mhm" he moans quietly as you continue to fuck him. You knew Sanji like it hard and rough but you wanted him to focus on his aching cock for a bit. For him to feel how helpless it was to not being able to go fully hard. You kept going with a steady rhythm until you got bored. You also liked it hard so you grabed a handful of hair as you pound him harder. Listening to his cry and whimper from feeling so good but having his cock tortured. He wanted you to rip it off so he could feel good. He wanted you to play with his cock and make him feel good on both ends. He felt as your hand snaked around him to pinch his small nipples. "Mhm!" He moaned louder. You continued to slam into him not giving him any chance to catch his breath. You could feel how his ass hole sucked up your cock. With three final thrust he let out a sob as he came. His legs shaking uncontrollably. "Don't you think you came to fast?" You ask.

"Mhm" he replied.

"You look so fucking good like this Sanji. Unable to move any inch. Pleasure and pain written all over your face." any sudden touch would send his cock into pain. You quickly go down to lick the cage with a dripping white substance. "Mhm! Mmh! Mmmmh!" Sanji panics as he feels your warm tongue touch him.

"Sanji" you coo as you grab his member. He threw his head back in pain. You made him look at himself in the mirror. Seeing his flushed face and teary eyes. "Fumm uhm" He shook his head not knowing what to do with himself.

Once again you position yourself onto his gaping hole. "Mhmm" Sanji groaned as you inserted yourself back in. You continued to abuse his prostrate until he was begging you for more. Moaning and spewing words you couldn't understand. Probably praying for you to give him any mercy. Maybe saying that the loved it. You could see him struggling time but time. Bitting hard on the rag in his mouth. Pulling and tugging the ropes that were sure to leave a mark later. He could squeeze his eyes shut time by time. Changing his position this time putting the blonde on his side. The sloppy wet sounds of you going in and out echoed in the room. Especially when you spanked his ass every time he jolted. You could hear his heavy breathing as was getting close to releasing. Reaching to your side you grab something long and white. Carefully you placed the object under his balls. Flicking the switch you could see him jolt. "Mhm! Mmmmh!" He cried.

"Sorry just wanted to give you a surprise"

Throwing him on his back you quickly connect the vibrator with the chastity. "Fuuk pweees op" he yelled. "Don't pretend like your not enjoying it." You say as you start to fuck him again. Slow and heavy strokes going in and out. Turing the vibration up more and more. You could feel his body shaking like crazy. His legs wanting to snap closed and him fighting his restrains.

"Sanji," you whispered in his ear as he Squirmed pinching his nipples while he was being penetrated. It didn't take long for him to let out a loud grain as he came again.

"Good boy," you said as you slid out of him.

After three more rounds he was a mess. Drooling all over the floor. Cum covering himself and anything it got on. His hair a terrible mess from all the pulling. His pure pale skin was now a dark shade of red. The slightest touch would make him jump. His cock was so swollen it almost made you want to release it. "Mmmh mhm fm?" He asks.

"Hm? Are we finished?" You asked amused.

"We arnt going to stop till your shooting blanks Sanji." You say as your wrapped your arms around his exhausted body. He whimpered knowing well this wasn't going to end soon. "Or even better till you pass out."

@princeasimdiya12

#one piece #black leg sanji #sanji x you #sanji x y/n

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Hooked

I cannot stop thinking about!!! Tendou in the desert. Mainly because I went for a walk and found a bunch of creepy stuff, and Tendou would fit right into the creepy-desert-aesthetic. (also..... he’d be the type to have a meth trailer out in the middle of nowhere lol)

(What to expect - bad writing, a dead body, Tendou being weird. No NSFW)

He’s just absolutely batshit crazy. There’s no explanation for his actions.

Like you go for a walk in the mountains, intent on seeing a beautiful, iconic desert sunset, skies dyed pink, purple, orange and red.

It gets dark faster than you anticipated though, and you’re left trying to stumble back to your car in the pitch black night, temperature quickly dropping.

And of course, you aren’t prepared at all. It’s the desert, it isn’t supposed to get cold. So you’re shivering, freezing, skin going numb, starting to feel a bit sluggish as you wonder how the fuck it’s so fucking cold.

There’s a light off in the distance, maybe your car? Had you left the light on?

Stumbling closer, tripping over rocks and trying to avoid cactus, you try to focus on the light, on the outline. It almost looks too high to be your car.

Then you hit the dirt, foot twisting over a rock, causing you to crash onto your side, landing your hip directly onto a cactus. You screech at the stinging pain that stabs into your hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.

It hurts to stand up, and you can’t even assess the damage done, because it’s dark and as soon as you try to feel your hip, sharp spines make you cry out, pulling your hand back.

All that’s left for you to do is cry as you make your way towards the light, hoping, praying it’s your car.

As you limp closer, tears dripping down your face at the pain of the cactus spines, the cold, your now-sore ankle, you quickly discern that the light’s source comes from a house.

Specifically, a trailer.

There’s junk everywhere, piles of it, and you trip over a few stray.... well, you can’t really make out what it is, with how dark it is. But you make it to the door.

And yeah, this is super creepy. You’re out in the middle of nowhere, it’s dark, with no flashlight, no jacket. You’re vulnerable, but you’re so freaking cold, and you think there’s blood on your leg from where you’ve been stabbed with the cactus spines.

You need help.

So you gather up the courage, pray that there’s someone home, that it’s not a serial killer, and knock on the door of the trailer.

There’s a loud thump, high pitched, muffled cursing, then some shuffling. The clicking of locks on the door, and then it swings open, revealing a man holding a shotgun.

Well fuck.

He’s lanky, thin and wirey, wild red hair tangled on top of his head. Large, hooded eyes squint at you sleepily, before the man cocks his head.

“You lost?”

“Uhm, yeah..... hi.” You sniffle out, and the man’s eyes visibly widen as he realizes you’re crying, in nothing but a short sleeve shirt and a pair of pants, standing out in the cold.

The inside of the trailer is warm, and it makes your cheeks, ears, and frozen hands tingle as feeling begins returning to them. How had it gotten so cold in the fucking desert?

The man introduces himself as Tendou Satori, deputy of Shiratorizawa county. He’s not lying to you either, has the badge, the uniform - it even explains the shotgun.

He clicks his tongue when you limp inside, as light falls upon your hip and shows your jeans darkened with blood. Tells you to warm up first, sit in front of the heater vent, then he’ll help you with the cactus.

“What’re you doing way out here? City’s kinda far.”

“I was gonna watch the sunset, take pictures ‘n stuff.” You offered, wrapping the blanket he had provided more firmly around yourself. His gaze makes you uncomfortable, and you’re not sure why. It’s not like he’s going to do anything bad, he’s a police deputy.

His eyes are so flat though, still hooded even though he’s very much awake. Maybe that’s just the way he looks, but it’s a bit creepy.

“Didn’t think it’d get dark as fast as it did? Is that why you were wanderin’ around out there?”

You nodded. “Didn’t know it could get so cold either.”

Tendou chuckles, high pitched, and you wince. He sounds like a creepy funhouse clown when he laughs like that. “Ehehe, lots of people get caught off guard by desert weather. Think it’s hot all the time, can’t even imagine that it gets a bit chilly. You’re lucky I’m posted up here, otherwise you’d be a popsicle by morning!”

He was so nonchalant about the idea of you freezing to death, you didn’t know how to respond.

Luckily, you had warmed up enough to stop shaking, teeth no longer clattering together. Tendou told you to stay put while he got supplies to fix up “Your little owie!”

It was much more than a ‘little’ wound.

The trailer was filled with thick awkwardness as Tendou asked you to peel off your pants so he could get to the spines embedded in your skin. He didn’t seem to understand that you felt a little embarrassed, didn’t even turn his back as you slowly pushed them to your ankles, wincing as they dragged over your bloodied hip.

“Ok-ay! Now, this’ll hurt, so try not to scream a whole bunch, right?”

And then he was digging in with tweezers, delicately extracting cactus spines from your puffy, swollen hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.

It hurt, badly, and you started crying again, much to your embarrassment. Tendou didn’t seem to mind, kept his eyes fixed on your bloody leg as he quickly tended to it.

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry. You’ll have to hydrate a bunch after I’m done though.”

“Why does it hurt so much? Are they poisonous?” You yelped as the man tugged on a particularly painful spine, furrowing his brows in concentration as he pulled it out.

“Oh! It’s cause they’re like little meat hooks.” He looked up at you, smiling, holding his most recent extraction with his tweezers so you could see. “They get pretty attached once they get in you, hehe, but I’ll make you better.”

Forty minutes later had Tendou finishing up, finally deeming you cactus-free after a thorough inspection. He had plucked out the large spines with tweezers, before running his hand over your skin, stilling you when you flinched, explaining that he was feeling for the small needles.

You felt insanely uncomfortable, with his hands and face that close to such an intimate area.

“All do-ne!” The man sang, straightening his back, giving you a gleaming smile. His lips stretched too far over his teeth. “Now, I’ll get you some pants, and some water. You want to sleep in the bed with me? Or on the couch?”

What?

The panicked confusion must be evident on your face, because Tendou cackled, standing up, towering over you.

“Can’t go back out there, you wanna die? Gotta stay until mornin’.”

“The couch please.” The choice was easy, and Tendou nodded, before disappearing through a doorway into a dark room, coming back with an armful of blankets. He tossed a pair of pajama pants at you from the pile, but you hesitated in putting them on.

“Um.... Mr.? Can I have something to wipe off the blood?” It was crusted on your leg, dried and dark brown now.

Tendou turned from making up the couch, blinked at you slowly, looked at your leg. “Guess I should do that!”

You had to wait a bit longer, until he had arranged the couch to his liking, before the strange man fetched a wet washcloth to wipe off your leg with.

It was warm, and he was thorough as he sponged off the blood. The way he licked his lips while doing so made you feel a bit uneasy.

When you were finally clean, you tugged on your new pants quickly, finally feeling a bit more comfortable now that you were no longer exposed.

“Wanna eat before you go to bed? I have-” Tendou bent to shuffle through his fridge. “-Oh! I have applesauce! and crackers! Yum Yum!” Both items were held aloft triumphantly.

Who kept crackers in the fridge?

You just wanted to go to sleep.

“I’m good, thank you though.”

“Okay, beddy-bye time then I guess.” Why did he talk so childishly?

You tried to relax as he turned out the lights, bidding you good night as he shuffled back through the doorway, apparently into his bedroom.

Tomorrow you’d find your car, and everything would be fine.

-----

Tendou was sitting on the couch when you woke up, your bare feet in his lap.

“Good morning~!” His voice was so loud, you were wincing at the volume, at the sunlight streaming through the dingy curtains, at your first good look at his trailer - he’d kept it dark last night, only turning on one light.

It was clean, well, as clean as a trailer could be. Nothing suspicious or worrisome.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” The man questioned, suddenly leaning far too close, his hand sliding up your calf.

“Oh-uhm-” You stuttered, blushing at the proximity, the foreign touch. “I should go find my car...”

Tendou rolled his eyes, backing off quickly. “Too boring. Also too far. It’ll hurt to walk, you won’t be able to make it.”

You raised an eyebrow, immediately testing out his claim, hissing in pain as soon as you moved your leg.

Apparently, it was swollen and sore.

He was right, walking hurt, and you barely hobbled to the little bathroom without Tendou’s assistance. Maybe he could go find your car and bring it here? It had to be close by, you hadn’t been walking for that long last night...

“So!” Tendou clapped his hands, and you started, almost bumping into him as he stood, leaning over you on the couch. “Tell me about yourself, it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone over. You have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Where’s your family? I’ve always wanted someone to keep me company here.”

“Woah, wait, what?”

Tendou chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re going to stay here with me now! I think we should get to know each other a bit, don’t you?”

Staying with him? Here? What was going on?

“Um, Mr.-”

“Tendou... or Satori, your choice.” The man interjected, before moving to flop down next to you on the couch.

“Tendou-” You continued. “-I can’t stay here. I need to find my car, and drive back to the city, back to my home. My roommate will be worried...”

“Home is here.” His tone was so matter-of-fact, it shocked you silent.

“You had a roommate though? How fun!!” He chirped, and you didn’t miss the emphasis on “had”. “You ever have sex with them?”

Tendou had moved in a second, pressed to your side, his face too close to yours, and you panicked.

“I gotta go. Really, I’m sorry, thank you for helping me out last night but I need to get going-” You were on your feet, ignoring the pain lancing through your leg as you hobbled quickly to the door, throwing it open.

A hand tugged on your shirt, pulling you off balance and forcing you to step backwards.

“You’re leaving? But I did so much for you, you haven’t even paid me back...”

His grip on your shirt was firm, but you wriggled and writhed until he was forced to let go. “I-I promise I’ll pay you when I get to my car. My wallet’s there, you can have everything in it-”

You pushed forward, through the door, barely dodging Tendou’s grabby hands. This wasn’t right, there was something off about him, you needed to get away.

“I don’t want you to go.” But you weren’t listening to his suddenly deep, serious voice. Instead, you were frantically looking around, trying to figure out which way you had come from last night.

There was nothing but cactus, rocks, and dirt.

“I was wishing for company the other day, y’know? It gets so lonely here, the sheriff isn’t a good conversationalist.”

The sheriff?

You whirled around, Tendou standing in the door, looking off to the side. You followed his gaze, saw the lawn chair, the upturned bucket next to it, two empty bottles of beer. There were more bottles littering the ground.... there was another lawn chair-

-and the fully-dressed body of a sheriff, half-decayed, sat in it.

You didn’t even think to scream; who would hear you out here? All you did was run, adrenaline roaring through your veins and letting you forget about your wounded leg.

“Wait!” Tendou called after you gleefully, bouncing out of the doorway. “You’re hurting his feelings! Ahehehe!!”

The man was deranged.

And you very quickly realized that there was no where to run.

Nowhere to hide.

-----

You couldn’t see your car, or anything that looked familiar. The only sounds in the air was the panting of your own breath, your feet thudding slowly underneath you as your initial shock wore off, as the adrenaline left you, as the pain returned.

It had only been a few minutes since you took off, speeding away from the unhinged madman. You were left wondering if he was really the deputy - maybe he’d killed the deputy, stolen his uniform.

Then you wondered why there was a dead sheriff in his yard. Had no one come looking for him? Where was the sheriff’s car? What was even going on?

It’s warm, the sun beginning to beat down on you relentlessly, and you curse the desert. Curse it’s unbearable heat during the day, it’s frigid temperatures at night.

“Pretty girl!!! I found you~!” Tendou’s shrill voice had you jerking your head around, frantically trying to see where the man was. Had he been following you? Where was he, there was nothing he could hide behind!

“You want to go for a ride in my fancy car? Is that it? I’ll take you to dinner, then we’ll kiss under the moon!” The man cackled, and you determined that the voice was coming from your left.

But... there was nothing there?

Tentative, painful steps forward, towards his voice. Where was he? If you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t fight him. You needed to know where the creep was.

A careful step.

A careful st-

A terrified scream tore from your lungs as your foot seemingly plunged into thin air, immediately landing you on your butt as you slide down a steep incline.

It was a ravine.

You tumbled down into it’s depths, getting scraped by rocks and brush. Luckily, you slammed into something solid, metal, and it stopped your tumultuous motion.

Gaining your bearings, you stared hard at the door of the police car you’d just collided with, before a hand popped out of the window, waving at you.

“Beep beep!” Tendou snickered, his flat eyes taking in your disheveled appearance. “Let’s mess around, I’ve heard doing it in a car is fun.”

There’s no one around to hear you scream.

#tendou #Tendou satori #Yandere tendou #insane Tendou #yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#DARK haikyuu #dark tendou #satori #satori smut #Tendou satori smut #oneshot

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avocadoflavoredimagines · 4 years

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Kokichi comforting his S/O after they get hurt in a knife game

Requested by @iwillsellyourorgans! This was an interesting one. I never realized how hard the little gremlin was to write until now and I’m not especially proud of this one, but thanks for requesting! In case anyone’s wondering, a knife game is where you spread your hand out on a table then move a knife really quickly through the spaces between each of your fingers and try not to hurt yourself (though, unfortunately, that’s exactly the reader ends up doing in this one shot). Anyway, hope you like it.

- Mod Rantaro

(P.S., the formatting is a little wack in some places on this one but I’m not sure how to fix it, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience ;-;)

//TW: Blood, knives, injury//

"Nishishi! It's not my fault that you couldn't play the game right, (y/n). This is aaaalll on you."

Kokichi mockingly poked his pointer finger into the middle of your chest, completely ignoring your scowl as you cradled your bleeding hand tightly. You knew the outcome of the knife game would most likely be anything but pleasant, but Kokichi insisted you play; and thus, here you were, the side of your left ring finger pierced and bleeding everywhere from the accidental stab wound. Still grasping your injured hand you took a shaky breath, glaring up at Kokichi's cheerful as ever face as he playfully mocked you. He had gotten you into this whole mess but refused to admit it was his fault, as per usual. You sighed, leaning back into your chair, Kokichi finally going silent shortly after. The purple haired boy in question brought his finger up to his chin, seemingly pondering something for a moment before turning towards you and speaking.

"Buuut... even though you technically were the one who hurt yourself in the first place, just this once I'll be nice. I can't have your nasty hand infection being a problem when I finally set my plan for world domination into motion. Lucky for you, I always come prepared."

Your boyfriend quickly reached into his scarf, rummaging around for a moment before pulling three items out; a tube of neosporin, a roll of bandages, and some antiseptic wipes. He shifted in his seat to face you, being seated next to him. He grasped your injured hand, pulling it closer and humming a bit as he opened the packet of antiseptic wipes with his teeth. He quickly swiped it across your wound, wiping up some of the blood that had dripped down your fingers as well as you hissed slightly from the sudden cool tingly sensation. After discarding the used wipe to live out the rest of its short life in suffering on the cold dark expanse of your floor, Kokichi pulled out the neosporin, unscrewing the cap and spreading some of the transluescent goop onto his finger. He applied the ointment as gently as you'd imagine he could be onto your cut before quickly unrolling the bandages and wrapping every inch of your injured finger with it. It might've been overkill, as you'd only hurt a part of your finger not the entire thing, but it worked nonetheless. You experimentally flexed it up and down. It was still sore; wounds don't heal immediately of course; but it definitely felt a lot better than before. All the while you examined your finger, Kokichi looked down at you smugly, his trademark grin never leaving his face.

“Aaand done! See that, good as new. Is that enough or do you need me to kiss it to make it better?"

You rolled your eyes at his last comment, but couldn't help but smile at him. He wasn't owning up to his actions just yet, but this would suffice for now.

"Where'd you learn to do that anyway, Kichi?" You inquired curiously. You'd never thought him to be the type to have any type of medical knowledge at all; he seemed more like the type of person who, when approached about an injury, would just immediately tell you to stop being a baby and walk it off. So, needless to say, his quick and effective treatment of your wound came as a pretty big surprise. Kokichi looked taken aback at your words, feigning a shocked expression, eyes widening dramatically.

"What kinda supreme leader would I be if I didn't know how to tend to my subordinate's wounds? Did you really think I wouldn't know how to do something that simple?" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Man, you really don't have any faith in me, do you y/n..."

He tried to say that last part in a dejected tone, most likely to make you feel bad for him, but after being together for so long, you saw right through his act. Without another word, you elbowed him hard in the stomach.

"Owie!" He yelped, practically jumping backward in his seat, holding where you'd hit him tightly as if you'd just shot him through the gut. He sniffled as he forced crocodile tears, muttering about how mean you were to him.

You just smiled at him, gaze drifting back to your newly bandaged finger. As tough and aloof as your boyfriend liked to act, he really did care about you, or else you doubt he would've even considered going through all the trouble of patching you up like that. He really did love you, and you returned all of those feelings in full, even if he could be a bit (okay, maybe more than a bit) annoying sometimes.

After a moment, half of that moment occupied by your own thoughts, Kokichi let up his act, taking a deep breath, his usual grin making its way back onto his face in almost an instant. You gulped nervously.

Oh god. He was up to something, wasn't he?

He snickered a bit, grabbing the previously used knife up from the table, turning back to you, his mischievous ear to ear smile never fading. You could only try and prepare yourself for what he was going to say next.

"Saaay, y/n. Now that you're all healed up and everything," He motioned to your newly bandaged finger.

"...how about another round?"

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rosyluv · 4 years

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—Chapter one: Avenge club.

Summary: Nick Fury joins a group of misfits in S.H.I.E.L.D academy together, to help him stop chaos and injustice happening with-in students in school, thinking that the students he chose are the most adequate. However his choosing only backfires.

Warning: none. Just rlly bad attempts at comedy.

✩ Steven “Steve” G. Rogers.

‎✪ James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes.

‎⧗ Natalia “Nat/Natasha” Romanoff.

➸ Clinton “Clint” Barton.

𓅃 Samuel “Sam” Thomas Wilson.

‎⎊ Anthony “Tony” Edward Stark.

✲ James “Rhodey” Rhodes.

✧ Virginia “Pepper” Potts.

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✰ There’s obviously a whole lot other characters in the story with boards too but ofc tumblr bitch won’t let me put more than ten so … ✰ enjoy!

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“There was an idea, Stark knows this- called the avengers club. The idea is to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they would become something more, when needed them to fight the battles that we never cou— ”

“Is he doing it again?’’ Sam leaned over Steve and whispered drowning out what Nick is saying. Steve ignored him to listen better to Fury.

“Is he quoting that comic book again?’’ Steve knew what Sam was talking about. In more than one occasion they would enter his office and he would hurriedly put a comic book away –something about earth’s mightiest heroes or something - clear his throat and adjust his shoulders. Nick in all dark clothes, a series almost terrifying face on and a series, unreadable attitude, was a first-class nerd. Who would’ve known? Only them probably.

“So, what you want us to do; is start an anti-bullying club and help people getting bullied in school?’’ Steve recapped what Nick said a minute ago.

Well when Nick Fury: Director and head of the Academy summoned Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Wanda, Pietro, Clint, Thor, Val and Bruce. He didn’t exactly explain what’s the reason, And since they all frequented his office if not every week then every day, they thought it they had again done something bad. Like maybe it had to do with Clint getting beaten up at 6am behind the school today. So obviously they would be confused that this is why Nick summoned them. Nick was getting tired of their shenanigans, especially with the council putting pressure on the academy, it being the beginning of a new school year, this idea was made in favor of making them useful and at the same time putting a leash on them. Well. It has more depth than that but he’ll get into that eventually.

‘’Tony you didn’t tell us about this. Why?’’ Pepper frowned at Tony.

‘’I honestly didn’t know he was serious.’’ Tony drawled out, narrowing his eyes, studying Nick.

‘’So, no one is going to comment on that passionate speech?’’ Sam joked.

‘’Yes, that is the idea.’’ Nick nods, ignoring the others. “I have been discussing it with The council for a while.’’

“Nick,’’ Nat begins, earning a light frown from him at the usage of his first name, “what do you want us to do exactly? Put up signs that say: ‘Don’t bully, be friends.’ Because those things are embarrassing and a waste of time.’’ She says calmly, pressing an ice pack on Clint’s bruised eye.

‘’Yeah and the council doesn’t know shit,’’ Clint says, ushering Natasha’s hand aside. His bruise shading purple now. “We don’t need an anti-bullying club.’’ He stated confidently.

Nick tilted his head and narrowed his eye; Clint could almost hear him saying ‘bullshit’, almost.

—5 minutes ago

So, Clint wasn’t the smartest one in the group, or better; the safest. In translation: “reckless, thoughtless, and insanely, good at ruining your life.’’ As Nat and Steve would say.

And if ruining his life is getting his back thrashed over the wall outside the main school building in some weird ally, he -somehow- always ended up in every two weeks or so, in the same situation then he was doing pretty good at that.

‘’You know, bullying is so last year dude- ‘’ he began.

‘’Where the fuck is my jacket?’’

‘’What jacket?’’ That prompted a punch to Clint’s face. His eye throbbed.

‘’My jersey jacket, the one you stole from my party last Saturday.’’

‘’Dude, I didn’t steal your jacket.’’ Well to be fair Clint did go to the party last Saturday, and he did drink, a lot. So, he himself wasn’t sure of anything that happened that night, but what he is sure of, is that he would never steal anything, especially a jersey that belongs to the school’s top basketball athlet, Nat would kill him.

“Loki said you’d lie.’’

‘’Lok- what?’’ Clint blinked, then hissed when his eye ached. ‘’Loki Odinson? What does he have to do with this.’’ He recognizes the voice of the guy in front of him he just can’t exactly be sure, and the pain in his eyes are making it hard to concentrate, being sleep deprived and accused of stealing doesn’t help his fuzzy mind either.

“He saw you taking my jacket and leave,’’ He gritted, Looming over Clint.

“And you believed him? Loki? You believed Loki?” he asked amused, almost laughing.

“Why would he lie?’’ he threw his arms up.

“Why would he- ‘’ Clint half whispered like he was so shocked at this guy’s stupidity, he actually had to repeat what he said to understand that he really doesn’t know anything about Loki odinson.

“Have you meet Loki?!’’ he asked genuinely, voice getting higher.

‘’I don’t give a shit about who’s lying and who’s not, my jacket is still missing and if you don’t get it by tomorrows basketball practice, I’ll fucking report you.’’ He spat.

Present time.

‘’Aww, c’mon Nick, that guy’s wack, he wasn’t bullying me, he can’t even punch- owie.” Nat pressed at the bruise a little harder. Intentionally probably, Steve thought.

‘’You won’t just be an anti-bullying club.’’ Nick argued. “You’ll also arrange and be in charge of the dances, the festivals, the field trips.’’

‘’So, like a student council club.’’ Steve drawled, like he was explaining the words to himself and Nick.

“Almost, Not exactly,’’ Nick said, one corner of his lips quirked up and one eye narrowed, creasing under. He looked like he was arranging his words.

“You’ll be official representatives of the school, that’s why you’ll host and arrange the events. You’ll welcome the new kids and supervise on important things, like debate and take student suggestions and at times even football games. And, most importantly, show awareness to not only bullying but the things people normally turn a blind eye to. Students mental health and necessities, you’ll support all communities and stand by kids in school who are given a hard time and excluded, make this a place for no discrimination on all grounds such as sexuality, race, disability, creed, color and wealth. In a way you’ll be the center of everything; the face of the academy.’’

Silence.

Then a little more silence.

Then Tony scoffs. “You make it sound as if it’s a nation not a school.”

Rhodey lets out a breath agreeing with Tony. “Yeah, and Do you really think we can live up to your expectations?’’ he scowls.

Nick shows a buzzled face, Rhodey elaborates: “I mean, this sounds like a big responsibility, and we’re not exactly that responsible, we’re still learning things and Clint practically gets bullied every day,’’ he frowns at Clint who has one eye closed, and the other half open, holding up peace signs.

“What Rhodey wants to say is: Why did you choose us out of a whole other lot better options?’’ Sam explains.

“Yeah and it’s 2020, bullying is irrelevant, instead people just hate on themselves, we all do it!’’ Clint explains, and immediately gets hit in the head by Nat who keeps a monotone expression on. Sam puts another ice pack on Clint’s head.

Ignoring Clint, they go back to the conversation. “Nick, you said it yourself a hundred times; you don’t really trust us.’’ Steve says. “So why are you handling us this?’’

“Yeah it’s making me anxious.’’ Bruce fidgets.

“Bruce everything makes you anxious.’’ Valkyrie corrects.

Fury groans lowly and mumbles something under his breath about difficult kids. “As much as it pains me to say it. You’re the best choices I have.’’

All of their eyes widened, for two reasons. 1st Nicks Fury is never nice, especially to: “What’ll be the death of him.’’ And 2nd, they didn’t exactly believe in themselves being the best at this? Nick must provide some reasonable points or they would just consider this a last-minute decision or that they’re his last option or something.

Nick must’ve noticed the second reason (and ignored the first reason) because with a long sigh, he began. “Steve, remember last year, Will Hanks, that kid who didn’t get accepted in the golf team, because the leader was a homophobe?’’ Steve nodded. “You reported him to me and I kicked him out of the team, and Will is now 1st class champion of the school team with two silver medals.’’

Steve looks like he’s going to say something. “Val,’’ Nick begins. “Remember Last year? Maya Perez that girl that was excluded of the student lock-in night, because she didn’t know how to speak English well. And you locked those girls out of school and welcomed her in?’’ Val made a face.

“Pepper, Tony and Thor, you three have become sort of role models- ‘’

“Icons.’’ Tony corrected.

Nick ignores him. “The three of you have great influence on the kids who go here. They would do anything that you do in a heartbeat. Say the things you say, believe the things you believe in- ‘’

“Your point?’’

“My point is:” he adds the same amount of sarcasm Tony added. “They’re affected by your status, imagine you three beginning to fix the bad things happening in school, putting a stop to them. Using this reputation you have on making good things in school. They would eventually start doing the same too.’’ They didn’t argue, except Tony, who looks like he has a ton of things to say.

“Rhodey and Bruce, you two are smart and fair and you know what to do in inconvenient and hard situations, you have a sense of … adultery, you would be considered the most responsible and reasonable.’’

“And I’ve also noticed some blunt physical bullying.’’ Nick continues, slowly turning to face Clint. Clint blinked pressing his lips together.

“So, I also have a plan for that.’’

‘’Which is?’’ Nat asks.

“Val, Nat, Bucky, Steve and Thor. You guys have the ability to stand up for these bullies that beat up and take advantage of weaker kids, the things that go unnoticed to teachers I’m sure you see them. You have guts and are -weirdly- super strong.’’

“Clint, Pietro, you two are excelled sports champions, Pietro, I have never seen anyone run a track as fast as you, you’re the school’s top athletes.’’ Nick says. “Clint, I know you can be responsible and i know you can quit being a dumbass and start going back to practice.’’

“Sam, Wanda, the two of you are brilliant at consoling. Remember, that girl Anna, who had a serious leg injury and couldn’t heal because of emotional distress, she felt that she failed her gymnastic team because she couldn’t win. You two talked to her and reassured and eased her into healing mentally before physically.’’ Wanda scratched her head. Sam bit the inside of his cheek.

“And finally,” he began, tiredly. “Steve, you have a strong moral code, you know what’s right and what’s wrong, being the football team captain and on top of all school activities, people look up to you. You make good decisions and can guide and lead people.’’ The room was dead silent by the time he finished; you could hear a pin drop.

“Okay that’s a great motivational speech I’ll give you that,’’ Tony began. “But, that’s sadly 20 percent of what’s good, the other 80 percent are bad things. This is easily a stupid idea. We can’t force people to change, schools will always have bad kids.’’ Tony argues.

“And why exactly are you here, you only care about yourself and your own appearance.’’ Steve points out. “Take that leather jacker off what are?’’

“Sorry I don’t wear my church pants to school.” Tony shoots back looking at Steve’s khaki pants, flannel shirt, the academy symbol imprinted on the left side, (because god forbid they didn’t have the logo on their clothes) then a red and blue football jersey jacket. And Tony is looking at his outfit with so much disbelief, Pepper rolls her eyes at him.

Val shakes her head, frowning. “What the fuck are they talking about? That was so random.”

“You people are so petty,’’ Thor chuckles, his accent deepening. “ … and tiny.’’ He frowns.

“What do you mean you people?” Clint exclaims.

“Sorry to stay this is very stupid, like Stark said.’’ Thor says, leaving the office.

He opens the door and stops dead in his tracks. Nick must’ve added some intense sound proof doors because they were immune to the commotion happening outside. Every kid in school was fighting, the hallways were a mess, the old posters they had up made a new place on the floor and torn, pepper gasped when she saw (she worked two days on those) and in the middle of it all was-

“Loki!’’ Thor shouts, already angry at his brother, literally standing in the middle of the chaos. “What. Did. You. Do?’’

“Nothing.’’ He says, offended.

Nat runs after Thor and stops a girl– Beth who’s standing away looking nervous and anxious (obviously), Nat begins to ask her what is happening. She explains shakily: ‘‘All the exam report cards got mixed up and some are torn in the garbage, people who passed now have Fs, and it’s all a mess! they’re fighting because they think one of the them did it.’’ The girl said, nervously.

Nat and Tony and all the others hurriedly look in their bags for their own report cards, which they just received this morning, only forgot to look at when Nick had summoned them.

‘’I got a D- on history?! No way that’s true. I studied so hard for that test.’’ Steve says, then he checks the rest of the subjects. “Well at least I got an A+ in math.’’

Tony scrunches his card. “Yeah there’s definitely something wrong with these report cards.’’ He hurries to say.

“I got an F in biology?!’’ Bruce gasps.

“Okay … ” Tony drawls out. “This is just so stupid. All of the information in the report cards are saved in the student school data base so it’s not that big of a deal.’’ He says, confused.

“I don’t think they know that; some misunderstanding must’ve happened.’’ Beth tells them.

“Did you do this?’’ Thor asks Loki, or more of yells.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” He coons.

“So you did. Why?!”

“‘Cause, I was bored.’’ He says, like it’s the most reasonable argument.

“This is why mom is always disappointed in you!” Sam burst out laughing in the back. Thor didn’t understand, well Thor never liked vine anyway, so Sam wouldn’t expect him to get it.

“You hurt my feelings.’’ He puts a hand on his heart, dramatically, like the theatre nerd he is.

“I don’t care.” Thor says. “Stop this madness right now.’’ He demands.

Loki makes a face like he’s thinking it over.

“No.’’ He simply says and leaves.

“Tony you said the report cards are saved in the … Uh- data base, right?’’ Steve asks.

“I did, yeah, does your frozen brain not get it, should I explain- ‘’

“No!’’ Steve stops him. “Look, they obviously don’t know that for some reason; someone should tell them so they stop fighting.’’ Steve says.

“Yeah probably.’’ Tony nods sighing and Steve realizes he isn’t going to volunteer to do it, so he huffs and heads to Nicks office and grabs a horn mic from his office desk. He hesitates for a second, when he finds Nick not moving in his chair. Normally he’s supposed to be out there, putting a stop to the chaos. Yet he’s not bothering. Nick gestures for him to go ahead with his hand. Was this some sort of test? Because Nick was weirdly calm for an academy director in a situation like this.

Steve saw Mr. Coulson enter Nicks office while he was stepping out, he heard him say: “What should we do?! I can’t find any of the teachers they’re gone!’’ in a panic. To which Fury answeres with: “Nothing, just stand by. They can handle this on their own.’’ And Steve thinks he could differ on that.

He stood in front of the others who were outside now, the mic in his sweaty, big, nervous palm, straightening his back to seem capable like he always does, “Okay I don’t think Fury is going to help stop this,’’

“Why?’’

Nat made a face, “Because he wants us to take care of it.’’ She states.

“And we’ll calmly ignore that,’’ Tony draggs the words out.

“No. We need to fix this, not because we have anything to prove; but because we should.’’ Steve protests.

Tony makes a disgusted face. “Okay, captain righteous.’’ He jokes.

Rhodey sighs with a nod, “What should we do?’’ He questions Steve.

Steve blinks, and he’s making the same face that he made when he and Bucky were eight, that time they ate all the cake Sarah — his mom— bought from the bakery for their arriving guests, and there was no way they could make it to the bakery five blocks away in time, before his mom comes back and yells at them, then he clenched his little hands unintentionally, his eyes widening comically and told Bucky that if they take a shortcut they could go to the bakery and get another freshly baked one before his mom comes back from work and she wouldn’t notice. She didn’t.

“Okay … there’re two storage rooms, Tony, Bruce, Pepper and Rhodey, separate and go to each, make sure the data isn’t erased and that it’s all there. Sam, Wanda, take Beth away and try to calm her down. Val, Thor, Pietro and Buck.’’ he looked at the stairs and saw a kid almost fall. “Make sure no one gets hurt. And if someone is, take them to the infirmary, please.’’ He looks at Nat and Clint, “Look for the teachers, see where you can find them, and bring them back so they can help sort this out.’’ They all groan at the thought of getting the teachers back, but all of them headed to do the things he ordered nonetheless.

Finally after they’re all gone he looks at the long main hall stairs and decides it’s the best place for everyone to see and hear him well

He climbs the stairs and when he reach the top, He holds the horn mic to his lips and shouts for them to listen; it doesn’t work, they don’t stop. Then the second time also doesn’t work. Then he goes to shout again but the Bucky is next to him on the stairs and snatching the mic from his hand.

‘’Hey! Everybody SHUT UP, Listen!’’ And this time it works somehow and Steve looks at him confusedly because everyone stopped shouting and fighting and looked expectedly at Steve. Bucky gave him the mic back and Steve breathed out a thanks.

He takes a breath in. “You can’t fight about unreasonable things that you didn’t think through. This is just a misunderstanding.’’ Steve reasoned slowly.

“But the report cards- ‘’

‘’The report cards are filed in the school’s data base so our real gradings aren’t lost,’’ Steve explains. “How did you guys not think of this?!’’

A guy Speaks up. “Loki said the teachers didn’t save them in the data base, he told us he saw someone in the teachers’ office switch them up too!’’ he explains.

Steve puts the mic down. “And you believed him??’’ he asks amused, making a very confused face.

“Anyway, the point is, we all can have our real report cards back, it’ll take a few days but I’m sure Nic- ” Nick, who was standing outside his office now, glares at Steve. “Mr. fury, will arrange them in their right order in no time.’’ Steve says. “So, you have nothing to worry about, everything will be alri …’’ He trails.

He sees Pepper, Bruce, Tony and Rhodey return to the main hallway, they look at Steve at the top of the stairs. Bruce waves his hand over his throat in a ‘stop’ motion and Rhodey keeps making hand gestures for Steve to stop talking, Steve and Bucky’s eyes narrow trying to understand what they’re trying to say. Tony rolls his eyes and uncrosses his arms, “For fucks sake,’’ he sighs. “There’s nothing in the storage rooms, it’s all a mess.’’ He shouts.

“Tony!’’ Pepper snaps at him, Rhodey scoffs like he was expecting that, and Steve’s eyes widened in panic.

“What?! They’re going to be madder when they know he’s lying anyway.’’ Tony defends and Pepper shakes her head.

“So that was a fucking lie!’’ Someone shouts from the back. “Loki was right!’’ and then they’re fighting again, and it’s more of a mess than it was before if that’s even possible. Val, Thor, Rhodey, Pepper, Tony, Bruce, Sam, Nat and Clint had come back and stood at the top of the stairs with Steve and Bucky, away from the chaos.

“What do we do now?’’ Sam asks, Steve shakes his head, like he can’t give an answer.

Bruce fidgets. “All in for not being up to this.’’ They all raise their hands.

Clint leans his head to Steve’s, still looking at the mess in front of them, “We couldn’t find the teach-’’ Steve makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, his head falling down. Like he was expecting that but he didn’t want to hear it.

“Does anybody know where Loki is?’’ Thor asks, they all turn slowly and glare at him.

“Okay fine, no one cares.’’ Thor huffs and looks at the trashed hallway. “Understandable.’’ He nods.

Pepper sighs. “This is a mess.’’

“Yeah, such a mess.’’ Someone next to her says, someone she can’t recognize the voice of. She frowns and looks beside her. A girl, 5’5ft or maybe taller, shoulder length almost golden hair, fair clear skin, blue eyes and long lashes and a charming dimple smile, broad lean shoulders, wearing their school uniform, the original one, well they all designed their uniforms the way they wanted them to look, “as long as the logo is there.’’ Nick would sigh out. So, they recognized it was different than their own and other kids designed ones.

“Who are you?’’ Rhodey asks, pointing a finger at her.

“I’m Carol,’’ she smiles. “The new girl.’’

——

I promise next chapter will be better i prOMISE—

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willadisastercry · 4 years

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Keep Moving Part 1

tw: depicton of explosions, broken bones, head trauma, vomiting, collapsed building, being trapped.

Keith is on his self sacrificing bullshit again and no one is surprised. The only difference is this time be can’t extricate himself from the terrible situation he very much asked for before it goes horribly wrong. And it just continues to get worse. **also a part 2 has been written but not finished and I may cut it down so there is at least some closure... might also just finish it but willa makes no promises**

“We’ve cleared the red zone, Matt!” Pidge reported breathlessly into her coms on direct line to her brother and the other rebel space crafts that joined them on their mission.

“Copy that,” she said, slowing her sprint to a jog, “they’re waiting until we make some more ground to start dropping their explosives.”

“I don’t know how soon we’ll be on the move, we’ve got two fleets of sentries headed our way,” Keith reminded.

“We’ll just have to make as much distance between ourselves and the death zone as possible before everything goes boom, unless Keith is afraid he can’t keep up with us...”

Keith just stared at Lance blankly, struggling to accept that he did in fact just say what he thought he said.

“Obviously, but the issue is--”

Lance never got to know what the actual issue was because before Pidge could tell him, he was face down on the floor, butt in the air still smoldering from where he was shot by a sentry.

The first fleet had caught up to them.

“Bullseye...” Hunk said nearly crying from holding in his laughter.

“Shit!” Keith watched as the fleet descended on them quickly and started shooting at what seemed like a never ending stream of purple and metal.

“owWWWW-”

“Lance, shut up and start shooting.” Keith ordered, hauling the taller boy up by his neck guard.

There was little cover in the hallway and so the paladins had to quickly manuver between blocking the sentries’ barrage with their shields and engaging their bayards to take a few out at a time. Lance had recovered from his owie and was now dropping sentries from behind the cover of Hunk’s legs.

“We need to keep moving!” Pidge urged, taking a couple steps back.

“You guys keep going, I’ll use my sword to push them back,” Keith offered.

“No! We don’t need to split up, just keep moving back I have an idea.”

They all walked backwards slowly still firing shots and deflecting hits while Pidge activated her bayard and then before they knew it she had it wrapped around the upper portion of the nearest sentry and was swinging it accross the width of the hallway, clobbering several of them into each other and successfully congesting their procession.

“Damn Pidge...”

“Keep it moving Paladins!” Allura echoed over the coms.

“Ya know, sometimes I’m terrified of you Pidge,” Lance mused as the four of them took off in a dead sprint down the narrow corridor.

“Don’t know... if I should be flattered... or offended...” she huffed, struggling to keep up with the other three.

“It’s a compliment!”

“Yeah, well who wouldn’t be scared of five feet of pure--”

“Careful... Hunk.”

“... intelligence?”

Keith laughed to himself at his teammate’s menial banter. It lightened the tense atmosphere of battle and action of which he was mostly really greatful for, except when they needed to be serious and Lance was still posing hypotheticals about conceiving with a space mermaid.

But it was his lack of partcipation in the conversation that alerted him to the pounding of metal on metal somewhere around them of which was very odd. They had just lost the last fleet and were supposed to be nowhere near the second, but when he slowed down to asses as the others passed by the opening of another corridor, a shot from a sentry’s gun nearly took Pidge’s helmet off. And then before anyone could even react, the hallway they were in flooded with sentries, affectively seperating Keith from the rest of his team.

The paladins got to work quickly, but they were soon overwhelmed.

And then Keith heard the fleet from before gaining ground behind them and decided that since he was already seperated, he might as well take some of the attention off of his team while he was at it. And so he ran back to the last possible turn he could take between him and the first horde, diverting their focus onto him with a significant section of the new fleet of sentries following suit as well.

“Yeah, so you’re gonna have to find another way out for me when you get a chance Pidge.”

“What? Why?...” and then to his friend’s horror they realize that he is simply just gone and so were half of their assailants.

“May have gotten cut off by that fleet when they dropped in on us, but it’s okay! I can handle them, only issue is they’re pushing me back towards the rebel destroyers, ya know where we just narrowly escaped from... so if you have any suggestions on how to get me out of here before I get blown up... I’d greatly appreciate them,” Keith stated almost amusedly and his team could hear the zip and crack of sentries being taken out by his bayard.

“Ok, ok, ok—Lance I need cover, Hunk I need help, can you configure...” the rest of Pidge’s orders were drowned out by the whining of metal above him and then her voice was frantic over the coms, interrupting it all to tell Keith that a massive bomb had just been dropped directly over him and that he had about five minutes before the structure gave.

Well, shit.

He picks up his pace and focuses on just evading shots from the fleet when he hears a particularly loud groan from above.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he huffs and looks back to see that as the sentries round the corner, he has put enough of a distance between them that they lower their weapons temporarily because they’re not close enough to lock onto a target.

There’s another groan from above as debris begins to make its way through the metal interrior at the farthest end of the corridor where the sentries are filing in. Perfect. He realizes that he still has a long way to go and can’t navigate via Pidge if he has to worry about being lasered in the ass by a horde of metal minions, so Keith ducks into a doorway and starts firing at the mass.

Over the coms Pidge continues to update him on just how badly he needs to not be in that hallway. The entire ceiling is caving but Keith hasn’t moved, he refuses to. Pidge watches his heat signature and the flashing red light on her scanner letting her know the integrity of the building is waning.

“I have an entire fleet on my tail, gotta at least make a dent!”

“Just another day of Keith on his self-sacrifice bull shit!”

Keith did not appreciate Lance’s tone. His plan was sort of solid. The sentries just need to keep marching and not switch into ‘chase mode’ a little longer and then the ceiling will finally give and smush them. Solid.

“Lance on ur left!”

Zap. Crash.

Karma.

“Thanks.”

“Pidge, I’ve entered the intelligence room.”

“It should be the main panel, shiro”

“Got it, getting started now”

“Pidge get down!”

Keith listened to his team struggling against their own fleet as large pieces of debris came down all around him. He didn’t need Pidge’s fancy scanner to tell him the ceiling was about to go.

He took one last look. The sentries were close enough now to start shooting. He breathed deeply. Just a couple more seconds. And then there was a massive crunch from above and he took off running in a zig zag, the ceiling breaking apart in large pieces behind him and taking out clusters of sentries at a time

Beautiful.

Glancing over his shoulder as he ran he watched the last sentries disappear in a plume of dust and smoke, turning around only to narrowly avoid a falling spire of shredded metal by toppling over the chunk of ceiling that had crashed down already in an effort to not get impaled.

There’s a loud crack after his foot is stopped against the base of the debris and his body twists away awkwardly, victim to the mercy of his own bodies’ momentum he falls to the floor in a sprawled heap.

Keith didn’t recall screaming.

The coms were soon alight with a flurry of concerned questions and orders for him to declare his status, but he couldn’t make any sense of what they were saying over the white hot pain in his leg.

All Keith could muster the strength to focus on in that moment were the beams flying over his head. How the fuck--? But before his mind could even attempt to make sense of how any sentries emerged from that, he pulls himself closer to the ceiling chunk he just ate shit on and ducks down to use it as cover before he started returning shots.

Just a hanful left.

Aim. Evade. Drop.

Aim. That was close. Drop

Duck. What the hell? Drop

“Keith if you can hear me, the building is severely compromised, the ceiling is coming down, you need to MOVE.”

He waves his bayard in a spray and lunges forward off of his good leg to scramble behind more debris.

As he lowers himself down behind another chunk of ceiling, he’s stunned when the visor of his helmet is struck by a sentry’s beam, shattering in his face before flying off.

Woah.

He can’t hear over the piercing ringing in his ears for several seconds after the initial hit and after a minute he becomes aware of the blood dripping down his neck slowly from where the shattered glass of his visor nicked him.

When the ringing dies down he can faintly hear his teammates screaming his name over the coms, the world tilting before him in more ways then one as the section of the ceiling he was just under comes down on the remaining sentries.

Phew. He lets out a huge breath he didn’t know he was holding.

With some effort, he reaches out for his helmet but is instantly nauseated by the exertion as well as the noise coming from it before it’s even on his head, he lowers the coms volume so he could actually comprehend his teammates concerned questions against the sounds of their own battle.

“I repeat: Keith, sound off!”

“If his vitals are strong... then why the fuck aren’t you responding mullet!?”

“I’m good,” he breathed heavily. “Took care of the fleet, but i think my ankle is really stuffed up.”

He slid his hands under his knee and raised his leg to test what mobility he had in his ankle and couldn’t suppress the light yelp that just the movement produced when his foot dangled limply in the air. Keith’s ankle was definitely broken and not some cutesy hairline shit.

“Okay! Working on it! Don’t try and move for now, you’re suit and boot should support it and keep it in place. Tapping into your suit now... authorizing the boo boo protocol... loading... sweet! Okay pulling up the scans, you should hear a beep.”

Keith could hear Pidge feverishly tappin on a screen as well as heavy metal footsteps and thuds.

“Uhh, so minor emergency,” Lance postured just as Keith heard an electronic beep. “There’s only about a dozen sentries left but their closing in fast, we could use that back up right about now Shiro.”

Lance cried out as a beam caught his elbow while using a slumped sentry as a shield as he picked off the front of the wave.

“Nah, I’ve got it Shiro!” Hunk called.

“Pidge is all set... breaking out the big guns now, everyone focus on their original tasks!”

“Got it, I’m almost done here,” Shiro replied.

“Sound off when you’re free and I’ll load up directions to Keiths location—shit, Keith your ankle is like mangled do not under ANY circumstance put weight on that!"

"Uhhhhm, and get crushed to death instead?" Keith said already pulling himself up to lean against the wall with a groan.

“No thanks.”

"~Minimal weight~ then,” Pidge compromised, “or whatever you can withstand, but that’ll be a couple extra hours in a pod.”

“A couple extra hours of beauty rest might be good for those dark circles on mullet.”

“Lance has a solid a point there.”

“Damn, you know mullets hurting when he’s agreeing with me.”

“I’d just also rather live to see another day.”

“Whatever, just get to the end of the hallway. There’s a supporting beam over there that should hold up until we get to you in case things go south.”

“Noted, making my way now.”

The ceiling above him gave another groan and so did he as more metal and ruble crashed down behind him, but he only focused on moving forward, pushing away his mounting concern for how strangely numb his foot was while his ankle was pulsing with an excruciating ache that shoot up his leg. Every hop nearly made him cry out and tempted the black dots threatening to fully cloud his vision.

“How’s it going shiro?” he gruffed while he took a break, he needed some good news.

“96% complete! Should be done any second now and then I’ll make my way over to you.”

“Okay,” he breathed meekly and bit back the bile creeping up his throat as another wave of nausea washed over him.

His head was pounding something awful now, the helmet took the brunt of the hit but his head was still sufficiently rattled. His ears were still ringing, though it seemed to mostly come from his left side.

“Done. Pidge send me his location.”

“5 sentries left. We’ll be on our way to him soon too.”

It was getting harder to stay engaged with all of the different pains he was in. His whole body just wanted to rest, his ankle throbbed angrily, and his eyelids grew heavier and harder to keep open as the pain in his head drew to a piercing concentration above his left ear, right where he took the hit.

“Hey, Keith?”

It was pidge. Everything was really loud suddenly and the thought of his own voice in his ears seemed like it would increase the pressure in his skull tenfold so he managed a groan in response.

“Did you ever take a hit to the head?”

He took a shuddering breath as he stopped again and leaned heavily against the trembling wall. Or maybe he was trembling. He couldn’t tell which it was.

“Yeah... why?” he managed to half whisper, his head felt like it was going to explode.

“Crap, okay.”

“Pidge?” it was shiro. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing bad, I can just see where he’s bleeding from on my scanner. It’s superficial but he’s bleeding pretty well from his forehead.”

“Yeah, my visor is slightly shattered,” Keith gulped.

“Hey, what’s a lil scratch when it could’ve been you’re whole face?”

“Yes it could’ve, Lance. Glad to see you care about Keith’s face. But sadly I can’t tell if you have a concussion from these scans, so just don’t fall asleep until we get to you.”

“I think I can manage.”

“You sure? Vitals say your heart beat is slow. Seriously, just don’t fall asleep.”

“Ok, yeah, got it.” Keith agreed and with a hmph he dragged himself upright and began hopping along the wall once more.

Whether it was his hearing being testy or the haze of pain distracting him from reality, he didn’t hear the loud groans of the metal shifting above him, threatening to fully give any moment now.

His progress was so painfully slow it had been well over 5 minutes and he had still not reached the end of the hallway that pidge recommended.

“Keith you’re haven’t reached the support beam yet, you’ve got to pick it up.”

He didn’t respond. He was trying. But aside from his ankle being in excruciating pain, his head was as well. The nausea had only gotten worse and his vision was getting iffy too, he saw double if he picked his head up too fast and had to turn the volume of the coms all the way down now because he thought his ears would start bleeding between Lance’s shrill exclammations of victory and Pidge’s directions.

Keith had to take a lot of breaks. Everything was so loud and his stomach was so unruly, the effort to even stand upright was becoming too much let alone making the last few feet of progress.

And then the wall that was keeping him up seemed to come away from him, that or he had keeled over on his own, either way he was now on the ground and could feel as another bomb landed on the structure above him and shook everything with a terrible rumble.

In a climax of pain and exhaustion as well as the violent rumbling of the building collapsing around him, it was all too much. The wrenching in his stomach made his eyes water and his mouth was filled instantly with saliva. He shrugged what was left of his visor up to spit it out only for his stomach to clench and his body to be rocked by his heaving.

His head swam.

He felt so heavy.

But he desperately wanted to get away from his puddle of sick, so he sort of crawled away from it, careful to keep his hurt ankle up.

“-eith. keith!”

“Shhh, don’t need to scream.”

“Sorry!”

“You scared us!”

“Almost made me puke, you know I have a sensitive stomach!”

“Sorry,” he muttered hoarsely, “couldn’t really help it.”

“We know, Hunk’s just messing with you. So you most likely have a concussion if you’re vomiting, but don’t be scared, Shiro’s almost at your location and—“

But he didn’t get to hear what other wisdom Pidge had to reassure him with because another bomb had just exploded above him...

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whumphoarder · 4 years

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Morgan Stark, M.D.

Summary: While playing doctor at the lake house, the five-year-old decides to break out the big bandaids for Peter’s injuries.

Word count: 1,180

Genre: fluff, humor

Link to read on Ao3

A/N: Thanks to @awesomesockes for beta-reading and ideas :D

“I can hear your heartbeat,” Morgan informs, pressing the bell of her pink plastic stethoscope to the middle of Peter’s chest.

“Oh yeah?” Peter grins at the five-year-old, who is currently wearing one of Tony’s white button-downs as a lab coat. “What’s it sound like, doc?”

“Like”—Morgan rapidly taps her hand over his heart, adding a sound effect between each pat for emphasis—“badumbadumbadumbadumbadum!”

Peter laughs lightly. “That’s pretty fast. Might have a problem there.”

“Nope,” Morgan says knowingly. “It’s perfect.” She pulls the stethoscope out from her ears and shoves it back into the purple Doc McStuffins bag, exchanging it for a thermometer. “Here,” she says, thrusting it at Peter’s closed mouth, causing him to flinch backwards in surprise. “We gotta take your temperature now.”

Peter takes the device from her and holds it as close to his lips as he can without actually touching them. Prior to Tony and Pepper leaving for their date night earlier that evening, both had warned him of their daughter’s newfound medical obsession. Apparently, she’s been giving out check-ups to every toy, doll, and family member who’s crossed her path the past week.

(Gerald the alpaca was less than pleased about this.)

After about three seconds, Morgan pulls it away again and glances at the number display before letting out a little shriek. “You got a fever!” she cries.

“Oh no!” Peter gasps, pressing the back of his hand to his own forehead in a dramatic swoon. “How high is it?”

She shakes her head back and forth solemnly and lets out a sigh. “Sixty-two percent.”

Peter has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep his face straight. “Sixty-two percent?” he clarifies, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure if it hits seventy, I’m toast.”

“Not if I give you the medicine!” she exclaims. “It’s, um…” She whips a plastic syringe out of her kit. “It’s five hundred shots!”

Peter sticks his lip out in a pout. “Aw man, but I don’t like shots...”

“That’s silly,” she says simply, and immediately jabs the bony part of his elbow with the point of her plastic needle, eliciting a yelp that was only partly faked. “You need to get better or you’ll die.”

“Fair enough,” Peter allows, grimacing. “So… only four hundred and ninety-nine more to go?”

Giggling, Morgan proceeds to poke him with the syringe a few dozen more times in quick succession until she declares him cured.

“Now you need a bandaid,” she says, grabbing the box of Doc McStuffins sticker ‘bandages’ from her kit. She opens it and then frowns. “Aw, they’re all gone.”

Peter laughs a bit, recalling the picture Tony texted him yesterday of a rather grumpy-looking Happy covered in colorful stickers. “Guess I’ll just bleed out then.”

“No you won’t! I know where Mommy keeps more!” she exclaims, jumping up.

Peter frowns. “Well, you probably shouldn’t use the real ones…” he begins, starting to get up from Morgan’s pink bean bag chair, but she pushes him back down quickly.

“No no you can’t move!” she insists. “You’re really sick.”

At the little girl’s stern look, Peter settles back down into the bean bag. “Alright, alright, I’ll stay here. But don’t use too many, okay? They’re supposed to be for real owies.”

“Okay,” she agrees, scurrying off down the hall.

While he waits, Peter checks his phone. There’s a Baby Yoda meme from Ned, along with a two-paragraph rant from MJ about pigeons being soulless creatures that he’s just started to skim when Morgan bounds back into the room.

“I got them!” she cries happily. “I got the big bandaids.”

Peter glances up to see the five-year-old run over and dump an armful of colorful square-shaped items out onto the floor in front of him. His eyes widen as realization dawns.

“Wait, uh, Morgan? I don’t think those are—” he stammers. “I mean, uh… where did you find those?”

Morgan is already tearing open one of the pastel floral wrappers. “In Mommy’s bathroom drawer,” she reports as she unfolds the white pad inside.

Peter feels his cheeks flush. “Right, but, uh, I don’t think they’re really, um…”

As he speaks, Morgan peels off the final strip of paper over the adhesive and sticks it to his elbow. “They’re for big owies.”

“No, Morgan, listen,” Peter protests, starting to take it back off. “These aren’t—”

“Hey!” She swats his hand away. “You need to keep that on! Or it’s gonna bleed!” she emphasizes.

Covering his face with his hands, Peter blows out a deep exhale. “Morgan…”

“Oh no!” she gasps, causing Peter to lower his hands to look up at her. “You got another owie!” From the pile of pads on the ground, she produces another and tears the wrapper off.

Peter holds up a hand. “Wait, wait, we can’t use all your mom’s…” he trails off when Morgan tilts her head to the side questioningly, “uh, supplies.”

“She’s got more,” Morgan says with a shrug, peeling off the paper. “There’s lots in the bathroom. And more in her purse.” Adhering the pad to his opposite arm, she explains, “You got another owie there.”

Peter glances down at the new pad-bandage the little girl is wrapping around his elbow. “Oh. Bummer,” he sighs. “Guess I should be more careful.”

“Don’t worry,” she assures him, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the top of the pad. “I’m gonna make you all better.”

Ten minutes later, Peter has just crunched his way through at least ten tablets of SweetTart “medicine” and is sipping room temperature water from one of Morgan’s tiny plastic tea set cups when the bedroom door creaks open to reveal a surprised-looking Tony standing in the entryway.

Peter’s eyes widen in horror. “Mr. Stark! I can explain!” he blurts.

Tony blinks at him. “Please don’t.”

“Hi Daddy,” Morgan says, waving at him.

Tony inclines his head in the direction of his giggling daughter. “Morgan,” he greets. Then shifting his gaze to the red-faced teenager—on which every exposed area of skin is covered by sanitary napkins—he gives him a solemn nod. “Pad-Man. You two having fun?”

“Uh huh!” Morgan says brightly. Gesturing to Peter, she says, “We’re playing hospital. He’s the sick guy, but he’s all better now.”

“Oh yeah?” Tony chuckles and Peter's face flushes. “What was the diagnosis, doc?”

“He had...”—her expression screws up in thought—“broken everything.”

Tony winces. “Ooh. That’s rough.” He steps over and gestures to the pad stuck across Peter’s forehead. “And these are…?”

“Big bandaids!” Morgan says cheerfully.

“Ah. Got it.” Tony nods, the corners of his mouth turning up into a grin. “For all the blood. Of course.”

Feeling his cheeks burn, Peter mutters, “Just kill me now.”

“But you just got better,” Morgan complains.

Tony smirks. “You know, Pete, if you ask Pepper really nicely, she might share her chocolate stash with you. That always makes her feel better.”

Morgan lets out an excited whoop at the prospect of candy, while Peter just covers his face and groans.

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Scooby Doo,and the Ink Machine. Chapter 1

New York City, 1946

Car noises blared across the city sky as they drive off to their specific destination. Either they be towards home,work, shopping or really anything that warrants fast travel,it was hard to hear them unless you're hard of hearing. For a guy like Edward Blake it was the city version of hearing cicadas in the countryside which soothed him during his time,slumping over the drawing board as he made sure the lines on the cartoon characters he was doing are smooth as possible. To say that working for the famous Joey Drew owner of Joey Drew Studios and home of renowned cartoon icon Bendy the Dancing Demon demanded blood and sweat along with talent would be the understatement of the century. He lost count on how many social events,and free time he missed out on all because of how his boss demanded overtime from him and his fellow cartoonists. He sighed in annoyance at that,as he placed the finishing touches on the picture of Bendy about to give Alice Angel flowers. Thankful that this was the last cell he had to work on for the night,Eddy started to put everything on his desk away at the folder,and pack his own stuff to carry home.He then heard someone come next to him ,hearing then a mop plop down behind him. Eddy didn't need to ask who was it behind him.

"Anyone else gone home for the night Wally?" Eddy asked without looking at the studio's janitor Wally Franks.

"Well by that you mean the ones that don't have to make sure them ink pipes don't go dynamite on this joint then sure." Wally replied as he moped. "Afraid I can't say the same for myself you know?"

"Connor on your case again?" Eddy asked as he picks up his suitcase.

"Right on the money." Wally said with an annoyed tone. "One little slip up with the monkey wrench apparently lands me doing night shifts as a way to make me more attentive." Wally mops around the middle of the room. "Would it kill Connor to lighten up once in a while? You'd think working in a cartoon studio would make a fella chuckle a bit more."

"He's just a little on edge with what rumors are saying about the studio facing money problems despite what Mr Drew says." Eddy said. "That and the growing number of missing people here isn't helping him I'm sure." Eddy looked around nervously as he said that.

"Yeah well rumors, or not I ain't got time to do some overtime. Getting enough flak from my gal about not spending some more time together." Wally finished the last space in the room then starts to go out. "If I get slammed with doing oil changing the ink equipment next I'm outta here!"

After seeing Wally leave,Eddy followed out,then making a right turn. He pondered more about the rumors he mentioned Wally about the studio possibly going under. He felt that it might've been the reason why Drew had been making hem do more overtime as a way to pay off whatever dept he owed. Granted Drew talked about many times that the studio was doing fine and normally with a man that's able to make inspiring speeches he'd feel more at ease. However a man like Napoleon Bonaparte likely had said the same thing to his troops during the invasion of Russia,and he knew how they worked out for him at the end. But what worried him more was how people around the studios kept vanishing like ghosts. One especially was Susie Campbell who he remembered last time seeing was distraught about being replaced as Alice angel's voice actress. He was keeping on his toes since they started to begin. He also notice that the newest intern Drew hired named Buddy went missing too. He did like the kid from the few interactions he'd had with him. What didn't help was the strange noises he's been hearing near the medical rooms. Coming from the door that no one's meant to go inside in. Animal like noises he could've sworn were being uttered around that side of the studio. He prayed that nothing will happen to him long enough to see his brother Denny Blake being married to his long time lover. He's glad that Denny from his end was really making enough dough to last his luck for a lifetime along with his children's children when they come. At the very least one of the Blake brothers was getting fortunate at life.

As he reached to the exit,he stopped in dismay on what he almost forgot.

"Dang it!" Eddy muttered under his breath. "Of all the times to forget about my coat." Sighing he turned around and went to the direction to where he hung his coat in the recreation room. He went down the steps leading down to the recreation room,filled with tables, and darting boards on walls. He was about to grab his coat until he heard a clanging sound. He topped still and turned his eyes around. "Wally is that you?" Eddy called out in a quiet tone. "If this is a joke it's not funny..." Hoping as it was Wally,he was getting the feeling that it wasn't him.

Eddy backed away slowly,being extra attentive to his surroundings so he can catch who ever was making the noise,and chew out for making a distasteful gag. He kept hearing more clanking,making him want to just dash it out of there,but daring not too. He almost reached the staircase when he notice an odd yet familiar smell.

<i>"Is that ink?" </i> Eddy thought as he noticed more of the inky smell coming to his senses. He suddenly felt something wet,and sticky hitting his back. Heart pounding,and mind, racing in fear, Eddy began to look up to what he hit against.

The face of Bendy that is he assumed to be Bendy's from what face he can clearly see,smiled down at Eddy,as Eddy gasped a silent scream at the shock. The Bendy creature's face was almost covered down with ink but the smile clearly wasn't. Regaining what common sense he had,Eddy backed straight away to move from the creature's arms as it tried to grab him. Eddy ran to the other side of the room as the creature limped after him. Eddy threw tables at it,taking the chance to race down back to the stair case. As he ran up,he heard the creature racing after him. He slammed the door,and locked it after going up,praying it'll hold long enough for him to escape. He charged to the left,as he heard the door breaking open. Dashing some more,he eventually reached the exit,but before he can around the corner,he felt his right foot being grabbed,falling down face flat,eddy scream in terror as he being dragged more and more away from the exit.

Afterwards no other noise let alone screams of the terrified animator was heard other then wheezing animal noises in Joey Drew Studios.

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Present Day:

New Jersey Pine Barrens. Nighttime

Owls hoot in the night sky as the trees of the infamous Pine Barrens rustles in the night. It was a peaceful sight to behold for sure that is until a giant shape burst out from the trees. The shape was a giant monster that had a demonic hose head,body of a bear,claws of an eagle with hood legs,bat wings,and snake tail that roared in fury as it tried to shake off a rope that was tied around it's tail.

At the end of the rope a tall skinny young man wearing a green shirt with his dog a Great Dane both clearly hanging on for dear life.

"Like this is the last time I try to play cowboy with a dragon thingy Scoob!" The skinny man cried out to his dog.

"Rikewise here Rhaggy!" Scooby Doo yelled to Shaggy Rogers in turn as they swing around the air like a couple of monkeys hanging for dear life.

The beast roared in fury at the two poor souls then it dove back down to the forest ramming into trees in an effort to shake them off.

"Like-OW-OOF! OWY HEY NOT IN THE MOUTH MAN!" Shaggy yelled in pain,coughing up leaves.

Coming in front of them was a van that was blue and green with the words Mystery Machine written on both sides. A gun came out of top of the van then it fired a net at the creature at full face. The beast roared as it crshed to the ground,knocked out.

Another young man dressed in a white sweater with an orange ascot came out of the driving side of the van,and rushed quickly to the van. Two other people a beautiful young woman dressed in a purple dress,green scarf,and purple tights,and a nerdy girl with an orange sweater with glasses followed after him.

"I can't believe this worked on the first try!" The man with the ascot said with excitiment. "I mean usually they tend to backfire at first but this is the first time it didn't happen!"

"Like that's great Fred but can ya please get me and Scooby down?!" Shaggy said as he and Scooby hung from branches in a comical fashion.

"Here let me help!" The girl with the purple dress said as he started to climb up. She soon reached them and got out some knives as she cut the branches down. both Shaggy and Scooby fell down softly.

"Like thanks Daphne!" Shaggy said as he rubbed his butt.

"No problem." Daphne Blake said coming down. "Pays to have outdoor training years ago."

Fred Jones saw upcoming police vehicles drive up. "Right on time. Care to do the honors Velma?" He asked the nerdy girl.

"Like I need to ask Fred?" Velma Dinkley replied in his usual know it all self. She turned to see the chief come up to them with a rightfully concerned look.

"Care to explain me kids on how the flipping heck did you capture the Jersey Devil?!" The chief demanded. "That monstrosity put many of my men and women to hospitals faster then you can say Clockman Diamond!"

"Funny you should mention that Chief." Velma replied going up to the Jersey Devil. "Had this been the actual Jersey Devil it would've done more then put people into hospitals but seeing as on how we've figured out on this is otherwise allow us to show you who's been really behind the Jersey Devil attacks."

She pressed into the monster's neck,making clicking noises as the head falls off revealing itself to be just a high tech suit,worn by a disgruntled man with balding hair,and a glare in his eyes.

"Glen Richards?!" The Chief cried in surprise "But how? Why? He was doing well as the city's electrician!"

"He was. However he didn't always want to be known as such. He had ambitions of being the owner of his own movie studio and was able to get enough funds from his time as an electrician however the problem was that he wanted to set it up at the Pine Barrens but the county council didn't allow it for obvious reason." Velma said.

"So in order to scare people away from the Pine Barrens for good,Richards used his suit making skills he learned from film school to construct the Jersey Devil suit using advance enough tech to make a convincing method to bringing the Jersey Devil legend alive!" Fred joined in.

"It took a little eye for detail to figure out on how the fur on the creature was made from leftover fun used from taxidermy operations." Daphne said plucking out clumps of fur then showing it to the police chief. "This was made from deer fur, so once we were able to figure where the fur came from and where bits of oil were flown about from the hydrolics all we had to do was to set him up and nab him!"

"And I would've gotten away with it too! If it weren't from you snooping goody two shoes suck ups to the law and your flea ridden sorry excuse for a canine!" glen Richards growled as he was led away."

"Hey!" Scooby said with offense.

"Like you could've just said Meddling kids and your dog too man!" Shaggy said.

"THEY MEAN THE SAME THING MORON!" Richards yelled as he was driven off.

"Sheesh! Like someone didn't give him enough hugs." Shaggy said with annoyance.

"Well thanks kids." The chief said shaking Fred's hand. "A lot of folks are gonna rest easy tonight."

"It's our thing chief! Always happy to help!" Fred said with his usual friendliness. The chief then went to his own car and drove off. He then turned around and faced his friends. "Another mystery solved gang!"

"About time too! Scooby Doo!" Scooby said giggling.

Daphne smiled then she heard her phone ring from her purse. She got it out and looked at her friends "Hang on guys! I have to take this." She answered the phone. "Yes?...Oh Mimi it's great to hear from you!...Yes I know I loved your last fashion show!....Huh?....Wait really?!" She said looking surprised then serious. "....You're not pulling my leg right?.....Where?!.....You have it?!....Thank you so much Mimi! I'll tell them about this!..alk to you later!" She hung up the phone and sees her friends looking a little worried.

"You ok Daph?" Fred asked in a concerned tone. "Something happen?"

"Yes Fred but it's the good kind!" Daphne said "It has to do with my great uncle Edward Blake!"

"Edward Blake?" Shaggy asked. "Wait wasn't he one of the animators of-"

"Of the Bendy cartoons? Well sure!" Daphne said with a surprised tone. "You watch them too Shaggy?"

"Like sure Daphne!" Shaggy said with a grin. "It's one of Scoob and mine's top cartoons to watch as kids."

"Surprised you didn't ask us before Rahpne!" Scooby said.

"Ok going fanboy or fangirl in your case Daphne aside what about Edward Blake?" Velma asked now curious.

"Oh right!" Daphne said remembering what she was about to say. "My old friend Mimi works as a fashion designer in New York City,and she said that during one of the renovations near where Joey Drew Studios was at,hey found a couple of items there. Most of which belonged to My great uncle who vanished those years ago."

"So this was a family mystery for a long while now?" Fred asked,looking equally as curious.

"Yeah." Daphne sighed. "I remember my grandmother talking about on how her father was devastated at his brother's going missing like that. He wasn't totally the same afterwards." She looked up,looking pretty glad. "Mimi said she has his suitcase in hand,and wanted to show it to me to finally get more of an idea of where he went."

"Wasn't the studio also the subject of urban legends of ink oozing out from the studio's cracks and odd animal noises coming from it?" Velma then inquired. "I remember reading upon New York's urban legends and that was among the more infamous ones."

"Like what now?" Shaggy asked now with a look of horror in his face. Same goes for Scooby.

"Yep." Daphne replied. "If that isn't adding icing on the cake for us I don't know what is."

"Well then." Fred said with a look of great interest coming upon him. "I think we've just found ourselves a new mystery!"

Both Shaggy and Scooby look dejected.

"Well so much for a relaxing weekend right Scoob?" Shaggy said to Scooby.

"Rep." Scooby said nodding his head. "Phooey."

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The Evils Within - Chapter 14

“Where do you think he could be?” Peach asked. Both she and Mario sat on either side of the bed, Luigi sitting up in the middle of it.

“Well, I did have this dream where I saw him on his way to Sarasaland. Maybe he's there," Luigi responded.

"Sarasaland? Daisy's place? Why would he go there? I thought he hated us, not her," Mario thought aloud.

Luigi shrugged, "I don't know. Power maybe? Sarasaland is made up of four kingdoms after all. But whatever he's doing there, I know it's not good."

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Mario climbed out of the warp pipe, carefully stepping to the ground. Luigi followed right after, tripping over the rim of the pipe and to the ground with a quiet, but audible, “Owie.” Hearing his quiet exclamation, Mario turned to face him, rushing to help him off the ground.

The two wound up in Sarasaland’s warp room. It was vaguely similar to the Mushroom Kingdoms' except for the four green-colored pipes labeled to the adjacent kingdoms.

"Alright, you know this place better than I, so you can search the castle and I'll check the kingdom’s center for any hints to where he could be, okay?” Mario said as he and Luigi began to walk through the castle’s corridor.

“Just be safe, okay?” Luigi asked in a worried tone. Mario nodded before he reached the castle entrance, being careful as to not draw attention to himself.

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Luigi began throughout the many rooms. For the most part, it was empty. There was the occasional toad from here and there, but most didn't notice Luigi was there. The ones that did, however, their reactions were… unwelcoming to say the least.

They all feared him. They either ran or hid from. They didn't want anything to do with him. He found it weird but he understood how they were feeling but he didn't like it

The first floor of the castle was Mr. L free. Luigi made it to the staircase that connected the first and second floors. He carefully made his way up the stairs. He was only ever let up the stairs once or twice, but he still knew his way around, even if the hall was just a straight line. He poked his head in and out of each room, looking back and forth throughout each one. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, that wasn't until he reached the last door in the hall.

Luigi lightly pushed open the door with a flower in the middle of it. It was Daisy's room. Luigi looked back and forth throughout the room. It was fairly normal. He backed out of the room before realizing something caught his attention. He looked back in the room and there lied Daisy. Asleep. At least, that's what it looked like at first glance.

She lied on her bed, hands to her side, Lightly breathing. The way she lay, facing to the ceiling, rather than her side, implied that someone placed her there. A large gash visible on her forehead and her nose was slightly bloodied. Someone had hurt her.

Luigi ran over to the side of the bed. He had to help her. He reached into his overall pocket and pulled out a super mushroom. It was his last one. He gently placed it in her mouth and started to back out of the room. He didn't want her to be confused if she happened to wake up.

He was only a few steps from the door when he heard a rustle, followed by a groan of discomfort. Luigi quickened his pace and had only placed a foot in the doorway when he heard her voice.

“Luigi?” Daisy asked in her dazed state.

Luigi stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face her, a nervous look on his face. Daisy has sat up. He marveled at the fact her injuries were already healed. “What are you doing here?”

“I-” He stopped. He couldn’t tell her about Mr. L. “You looked like you needed help…”

“Help? You’re here to help? After what you did to me?” Daisy’s tone was rather harsh.

Luigi was simultaneously confused and afraid. “...After what I did?” He quietly asked himself.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You know what you did!” She leaned forward and pointed a finger to him. “Please just- just go…” she leaned back into her pillows. Her tone shifted from slightly angered to a tad hurt. “I don’t know what you did out there, but I don’t want any more of it…”

Luigi's eyes widened. It was just like the dream he had the previous week. He knew he couldn't defend himself, no matter how hard he tried. He continued out of the room and down the steps, blinking back the tears that started to form in his eyes.

Mr. L was nowhere to be found. That was both a good and a bad thing. It was good because he wasn't terrorizing anyone in the castle, but it was bad because he was probably off terrorizing someone or someplace else.

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Mario walked throughout the center town of Sarasasland. He was shocked at the sight of it all. Bowser's minions like parakoopas and goombas roamed the streets, toads hiding in alleys, making secretive trades of trivial things like food and water, others hiding out in the central town's ruins.

He did his best to lay low and not draw too much attention to himself. That was short-lived, however, as a toad bystander gasped at the sound of him. A couple of others turned in the direction of the sound. They ran towards him, surrounding him. They look like they've been through a lot. Cuts, bruises, ragged clothing. What happened here?

They begin talking over one another. Concerns and relieved comments. Mario couldn't understand. “Please- please. One at a time,” He cut them off from their overlapping comments.

One toad, in blue color, spoke up first. “Oh man, are we glad to see you,” he said in a relieved tone.

Another toad, this one green with small brown pigtails sticking from under her hat butted in. “That brother of yours. Something is really wrong with him,” she voiced her concern.

“Yeah, look what he's done to this place!” An angry yellow toad gestured to the chaos that surrounded them.

Mario shook his head at the thought of Luigi, his younger and much more innocent brother, doing such a thing. “You're saying… Luigi did this?” he asked. The group collectively nodded, muttering variations of ‘yes’.

“We would have asked for your help sooner, but he won't let us out of this place,” a quiet purple toad spoke up.

Mario was about to ask more questions when a blue cloud of smoke appeared before them. Mario was pushed out of the way behind a pile of rubble by the blue toad. From the cloud, appeared the temporary leader of the Kingdom, Kamek. He floated on his broomstick, staring daggers to the group of the remaining toads. They began sweating nervously as the Magikoopa carefully examined them before shrugging and flying off to terrorize some other toads.

Mario, along with the blue toad, poked his head from behind the pile. He looked to the group with a confused look, his head tilted to the side a bit.

“If Kamek catches you breaking the rules, who knows what happens to you?” the blue toad exclaimed. “And you’re breaking the first one!”

“No entering or exiting the kingdom without permission,” the green toad finished for him. “Your brother is not going to be too happy when he finds out about this.” A question popped up in Mario is mind. “Do you guys by any chance know where he went? He asked.

The purple toad shook his head. “No, he had more ‘important things’ to do, whatever that means,” he shuddered.

Mr. L wasn't around. Mario needed to find Luigi so they could report back to Peach. “Don't worry guys, I'll put a stop to this. I'll help free your kingdom as soon as I can.” He said with a nod, starting to walk back to Daisy's castle to find Luigi.

~~~~~

Luigi clumsily stumbled down the castle, clearly in distress. He needed to find Mario and fast. Sure he didn't exactly like being ignored in the past, but this was no better. He didn't like the looks. He didn't like the fear he caused. He didn't like not being able to simply say hi to someone. He wanted to go back. Back to being ignored. Back to being just a shadow.

He tried his hardest to block them out but he knew they were there. He felt like a monster and he didn't even do anything. His breathing quickens as he held back tears. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. He couldn't take it.

Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn't need to look to know whose it was. Almost instantly, most of his stress evaporated. He turned around to see Mario giving him a light smile.

It was going to be okay.

~~~~~ Chapter 13 - Chapter 15 Cover

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rules: repost, don’t reblog. just pick a muse of yours and fill it out.

muse: miyuki

BASICS

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? about average height compared to humans, and only a little shorter than the current tallest, standing at 5′8. towers over zim.

▸ are they okay with their height? mostly? she likes that she’s not considered tall on earth, since it helps her fit in easier. being taller than everyone on irk made it very difficult to feel like she was just another invader, and she really didn’t like all the special attention. ▸ what’s their hair like? tends to be messy. it’s a disguise, sure, but it’s a pretty advanced disguise system - which means she gets stuff like bed hair, and she has to wrestle it down every day, and she just keeps it in a bun because it’s so much easier.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? oh absolutely. like i said, it takes some wrestling to get into at least a slightly presentable look, which is... yes, much more difficult than just turning the disguise off and on again, but she appreciates that it’s part of human life to have horribly messy hair. ▸ does your muse care about their appearance? more than anything. she despises having to look at her irken form, so she spends all of her time disguised - it took her a full day to create a disguise she was happy with, and a whole other to make the damn thing. she likes having thumbs.

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? yes. it’s why she’s so worried whenever she writes something in irken, or her disguise malfunctions - she knows just how hated the irken empire are, and even if earth’s only experience with them is zim, she doesn’t want to take any chances. zim is very annoying.

PREFERENCES

▸ indoors or outdoors? outdoors, every time. she’s always loved looking up to the stars, and earth is a beautiful planet too - outside of the city, that is. she likes to travel, just heading out to the country side for the weekends. ▸ rain or sunshine? she’s iffy about rain - her disguise is built so polluted water doesn’t burn her at all, but she’s still nervous around it, so she much prefers sunshine. getting rained on during her days without a disguise was a huge shock to the system. and also her skin. owie. ▸ forest or beach? she hasn’t seen beaches yet, so she’d go with forests for now - the fauna are so unique and the sounds of the forests are so beautiful - and in certain spots, in little clearings, she can lay in the grass and watch the sky go by.

▸ precious metals or gems? metals. she knows a race of aliens that are gems. the idea of cutting them and using them as jewelry makes her uncomfortable. ▸ flowers or perfumes? flowers. perfumes have that odd, manufactured smell that tends to make miyuki feel ill. humans should just find a way to bottle the scent of actual flowers instead of trying to make them themselves. ▸ personality or appearance? she’d say personality herself, but if she’s trying to talk to a girl, it’s because they’re cute and she’s gay. ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? crowds remind her of home. she’s not a fan. ▸ order or anarchy? order reminds her of home, too, but considering she’s a teacher, she’d take order over anarchy any day. the moment you give school children any level of freedom, something will get broken. ▸ painful truths or white lies? white lies. telling people she’s human, pretending she doesn’t know who irkens are, keeping up appearances. miyuki the irken is dead. she prefers to keep it that way.

▸ science or magic? science, since it’s what she was brought up with, what she’s made of, but she is fascinated by magic - even something as simple as human card tricks will have her stumped for hours trying to figure it out. ▸ peace or conflict? peace. for the love of every deity ever conceived, peace. the universe would be so much nicer if every other species wasn’t fighting over something, or... if there wasn’t a dangerous species of murderers taking control of as many planets as they can. ▸ night or day? night mostly, because she loves looking up at the stars, learning about all the creative names humans have given their constellations, at the moon. she does love the daytime too, though - you don’t get bright blue skies like earth’s anywhere else. ▸ dusk or dawn? dusk. there’s something so relaxing about sitting out on her porch, breathing in the cool afternoon air, watching the sun set... ▸ warmth or cold? warmth. not too hot, just... end of summer sort of warmth. it’s comforting, and the cold just reminds her of smeet factories.

▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? she’s not really used to either, so she’d probably choose close friends. friends are nice.

▸ reading or playing a game? what the heck is ‘videos game?’ she much prefers reading, both because humans have such fantastic literature, and it helps her expand her vocabulary - her translator can only do so much for her, after all.

QUESTIONNAIRE

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? writes in irken a lot, since it’s more comfortable - the english alphabet is a tricky one to get used to, even if it has the same amount of symbols. occasionally she’ll try to use her pak for things, but the damaged legs means that all it really does is disrupt her disguise. this is very awkward when it happens during class.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? she had a SIR unit once, back when she was tallest. she’d programmed it herself, to give it a little more personality, but it wasn’t pulled into the blob with her - as far as she knows, it’s probably been dismantled or something by now. (red and purple have kept it safe)

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? the first time miyuki looked up at the stars - truly looked at them, she realized then and there that she wanted to see them, not destroy them. she thinks about that moment a lot, since... after that, she had to go right back to being an invader, even if she didn’t want to. that was the moment everything changed for her. ▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? it was easy enough when she worked right, but after she became defective, it made her sick to her squeedily spooch to even aim a weapon at an innocent, let alone kill.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? miyuki’s idea of emotion is ‘if it’s bad, bottle it up and hope it never comes up in conversation’. this is a terrible idea, obviously, and considering she’s a good century or two (maybe three?) old, this is a lot of bottling up. depending on the situation, she’ll either raise her voice a lot, or just... end up sobbing a lot. it’s messy either way. ▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? maybe. truth be told, she’s never really had to. she was fairly protected by the ship she flew in, and nobody exactly tries to attack her on earth. urth? whatever. ▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? listen. she is awful when she’s in love. she’s either totally clueless, or a total mess. there is no inbetween.

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A Great Step

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Summary: After settling down in Ylisse, Cressida and Owain live their lives leisurely while getting along with their neighbors and friends. Once Cressida starts feeling unwell, Owain thinks he cursed her, when in truth, someone very special was on her way...

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After the initial surprise of Owain and the others' sudden return, slowly did the former companions adjust to a new everyday life in Ylisse.

It was the first time for Owain to live in a peaceful world. His life one filled with fighting, death and survival, he knew he wouldn't be able to abandon the way of the sword in exchange for a truly uneventful life. Which is why he decided to follow in his father's footsteps -- not to be a knight, no, but to help maintain order in the capital as part of the city's guard. He served directly under Frederick, though it was a chore of its own for him to be granted the job in first place.

Lissa wanted to keep him around at the castle, but Owain didn't want to steal the place of little Owi; he knew that this era's Owain would grow up without knowing war and he would need his mother more than anything.

Besides, it would be the first time he'd been living for himself -- and for his wife, Cressida. The prospect of forming a new life, such a distant dream in the past, made his blood boil in excitement.

After much discussion, Frederick, Cressida and Owain managed to convince Lissa to let him live outside the castle, and Chrom was kind enough to arrange for a home at the heart of the capitol (after being pestered day and night by his sister, no less). The house was small and simple, but its coziness always left both Owain's and Cressida's heart a puddle of warmth.

Their own home.

"Let's treat it well," Cressida whispered once, seeing how much work they'd need to go through to make it a livable place. She welcomed it with open hands.

They cleaned the back and front yards, pulled the weeds, showered it with pesticide, plastered the walls, fixed small front gate (one could even jump over it or even over the outer walls for that matter, but everything was so cute they couldn't get rid of it), gave it a thorough paint-over all the while doing small jobs for the old folks living nearby. Soon they had a network of old ladies and gentlemen willing to help them build their dream home: old carpenters would build them chairs, tables or stools to thank them for the service; old seamstresses sewed curtains, bed and table sheets. One of them even gave Cressida a scarf, thinking she would be cold during the winter season (she always used it to go outside, despite barely needing it. Everything was so new, warm and wonderful she couldn't even believe it was her own life).

Slowly but surely did their dream home came to be as Owain fit like a glove for his new job. Since he was well-known in the neighborhood, the friendly elderly people would give him apples and lunch or ask for his colleagues to fetch him so they could send him on errands.

"Owain Dark, in service of the people!" He would always reply to a call, entertaining children and adults alike. They would clap and ask him to do more of his demonstrations and Cressida knew how much he loved the attention.

Truly, his homeworld was the best for them.

After a while, however, Owain couldn't help but want to go back to tapping into his own magical power. Back in Nohr, he would craft potions and do seemingly random rituals to cure fevers or boost their allies' stamina or strength. He knew he still had the aptitude to do so in Ylisse, so after they were done renovating the house, he suggested they planted herbs and sold potions.

Cressida raised an eyebrow. "I already am tending to the back garden with the vegetables we trade around the city. If you tell me how to tend to the herbs, I don't see why not to keep an herb garden at the front yard."

"MIGHTY CRESSIDA!" He beamed, hugging her breath away. "I thought you'd refuse! Thank Naga, haha! I'll ask around for the seeds tomorrow!"

"Ask around?" Cressida coughed, being almost strangled by her husband's strong grip.

He let go without realizing what he was doing, looking up in thought. "Yeah. I'm sure Henry, Tharja, Ricken or Miriel keep one herb garden or two. I'll send Henry and Tharja a bird if I can't find what I need from Miriel or Ricken."

The bow knight smiled softly, enjoying how truly happy her husband had been after they came to Ylisse. She caressed his cheek, making him look at her, bashful. "Remember to ask how to tend to the herbs, too. Almost everything here is different from Nohr or Valla. The care these plants need will of course differ."

"Fear not, Mighty Cressida, for this cursed hand has a green finger in it!" He raised his index, a playful yet proud smile growing over his lips.

"Hah, alright, then." She snickered, nudging her nose on his neck, making him ticklish. "I'll be in your care then, Cursed Green Finger."

"Hey, it's my cursed hand with a green finger in it!" He grumbled with a smile, lifting her head so they could share a kiss.

Ah, truly, life couldn't get any better!

The herb garden was an absolute success, especially around their elderly neighbors. They all needed herbs for colds, back pains or a good tea leaf in general, so they would stop by even more often than before.

Owain also started messing around with potions again -- he managed to invent a hair-growing potion (mentioning how one of his friends with a receding hairline would probably need it someday) and took lessons with Severa's father, Stahl about how to make healing concoctions.

Always a diligent student, Cressida picked it all up rather quickly. Soon she, too, was into potion making. They would often mix the ingredients after Owain came back from his day job, happily talking about the recent events.

A few months passed, turning such meetings part of their daily routine. It was truly pleasant to simply sit back and relax with their beloved while making soothing mixtures.

"What's that you're brewing there, Owain?" Cressida gave her husband the stinky eye one day, looking over his shoulder to the small caldron he mixed a lot of somethings in. The goo inside was purple.

"'Tis a new mixture for stomach ache! Drink this and you'll NEVER have pains in your insides again!"

"... Yeah, 'cause you'll be dead." She coughed, covering her nose. "This smells terri-ughh..." Feeling increasingly nauseated, Cressida scooted away from her husband. "T-take this away, please-"

"C-Cressida! What's wrong? You're pale-" panicking, Owain turned from his goo to his wife.

The bow knight felt her vision spiralling as her insides turned around. The more she breathed, despite covering her nose with her hand, the worse she felt -- curse that disgusting smell! She quickly got up, her uncertain and shaky feet taking her to the latrines.

"Cressida-"

"Get-ugh, get rid of that!" She yelled after throwing up, exhausted from the effort.

"R-right away!" He took the cauldron and dumped the contents inside an old pot, sealing it right after, intent on burying it at the yard.

Breathing heavily, Cressida sat down and weakly watched as he headed outside. "What're you gonna do with this, dummy? You'll poison our soil! Throw it away somewhere instead." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, resting her head over one arm. "Ugh, I feel terrible."

"I-I'm sorry, Cressida-- I didn't even use a vomit-inducing herb and yet-"

"Urlp- don't talk about that, I'm getting sick again." She curled up over the chair, holding her stomach with her free hand. "Enough potion making for today, take me to bed." She breathed out, too tired to get up and go back to their room.

"At once, my lady." Owain bowed, still feeling guilty, and took his wife on his arms, placing her over the bed with the utmost care. "Do you want me to fetch you a potion-"

"Enough potions," Cressida snorted, regretting it immediately for it riled up her empty and sensitive stomach. "Just give me water... tomorrow." She snuggled on his chest, silently ordering him to stay with her.

Blushing, Owain obeyed. With a sway of his hand, he made a weak wind blow out their candles and snuggled to bed with his wife.

However, what they thought an inconsequential event happened again the morning after.

This time, Cressida woke up and quickly ran to the latrines, throwing up nothing but transparent liquid, since her stomach was empty.

Horrified, Owain ran to the outskirts of the city to throw the cursed pot awain, sparing it a prayer so it would get purified. As much he wanted to stay with her the whole day, Cressida didn't let him miss work because she was feeling light-headed.

Resting all day wasn't becoming of her, but in lieu of what she felt throughout the night, Cressida allowed herself to sleep in until after noon. It apparently did the trick, so she went back to working in the fields after eating.

Owain used his lunch break to run back home and check on his wife, but breathed in relief to see her up and about.

Would she stayed that way forever!

The next day, once again she threw up in the morning, feeling exceedingly tired hours after her stomach settled down. Desperate, Owain was set on calling a proper healer to not only revoke his potion making license but to cure his wife of whatever curse he had placed over her.

"I'm okay, Owain, really. My stomach's just a bit upset because I haven't thrown up in so long. Don't overreact, okay?" She assured him later that evening, preventing him from causing a scene. "I promise I'll wake up feeling better tomorrow."

"Still, I must call a heal- Mother! Mother will know for sure-"

"N-no!" Cressida stuttered. "No need to bother Lady Lissa for something as silly as an upset stomach, c'mon." She patted his arm, making him lie down beside her. "Please? I'm all better now, believe me."

Still worried, Owain said nothing, though his lips pouted adorably. Smiling, Cressida stole a peck at them before turning back to sleep, making him sag his shoulders with relief.

His worries did seem unfounded the following morning: Cressida woke up earlier than him, and full of energy. "What did I tell you?" She smirked, setting the table for breakfast.

"Take it easy today, Mighty Cressida." He said in a serious voice, holding her hand and taking the plate from it to place it on the table. "I can't bear to see you ill again."

Cressida felt her heart tighten with love. How adorable he was when he was worried! "I'll be fine, silly. But thanks for worrying." She reassured, once again stealing a peck from his lips. Owain gripped at the plate for a moment longer before turning back to help her with breakfast.

He begrudgingly left to work, wanting to stay a minute more with Cressida so as to watch over her. She managed to shoo him away, however, and went back to her business to tend to the fields.

Despite actually feeling better that morning, she knew that she wasn't in her usual shape -- doing the slightest of chores tired her out immensely. She managed to keep it together while Owain was there, but right after he was out of her sight, she kneeled on the ground so as to catch her breath.

"What's going on?" Dizzy, she held her head in an attempt to see more clearly. The scorching sun burned her back and arms, making her hyperventilate. "Owain, I'm sorry..." she breathed out, her consciousness fading away.

"Cressida!" She heard her name being called in the distance, as though she was behind a thick glass window.

Worried, Owain had ran back home to check on his wife, known for overworking herself. He caught the exact moment she fell on her knees and passed out, his heart stopping for a solid minute. "CRESSIDA!" He yelled atop of his lungs, quickly scooping her in his arms. Instead of running back home, he took her to the closest healer's clinic in their neighborhood. "P-please, save Cressida!" He asked desperately.

Alarmed, the old woman made Owain place his wife over an empty bed and examined her while asking all sorts of questions. "When did this start? Are you certain that it was the potion? Do you still have it? If so, bring it to me. Was there any other time she felt sick like this? Has she been irritable lately?"

So many random questions they threw Owain off of the loop. He had ran back to the outskirts to grab the cursed pot so the woman could analyze it and was out of breath as she came to a conclusion.

"This is really just stomach medicine. Apart from its foul smell, it's harmless." She concluded, giving the dirty pot back to him. "You said that she felt sick during the mornings, but was it only through this week? Haven't you noticed anything before it? Has she complained about getting bloated-"

"Ah, uh, yeah... I was making that potion because she said her stomach wasn't feeling well recently and that she was bloated for some reason." He replied absent-mindedly, his wide eyes focused on his sleeping wife.

"I can't tell this for certain without properly talking to her, but for now I'll simply tell you that she might be pregnant." The woman said with a faint smile. "Congratulations, Owain, my boy." She patted his shoulder.

"Congra-" He stuttered, his heart cold and his feet falling into a black hole under him. "Child- baby? Mine? Pregn- Cressida?" he mumbled incoherently, not knowing how to react.

He was ashamed to admit that the thought had never crossed his mind, or at least not that soon. He clenched his hands one on the other, his vision darkening around him.

Children? His? Could HE raise a child? After everything he had done to so many people in his life? He took the lives of hundreds all so he himself could keep living.

Look at him; his body was made for fighting -- and even after achieving the long-sought peace, he still chose to follow the way of the sword. His hands were great to take lives and end wars, not raise children.

He avoided spending too long beside his little brother in fears of hurting him or robbing him of his precious time with their mother. He loved being around children, yes, but having one of his own? That… that was a large step. Could he raise, care and lull a baby of his own? Him? With his clumsy hands and theatrical flairs?

He'd been told off over and over throughout his life about 'what a child' he was, or that he had to 'grow up'. Could a child raise another one? Could a child who'd killed many people raise a sinless child?

Owain didn't hear anything else the woman said, nor did he notice when time passed and night fell. The chill in the air made him get up to look at the moon which shone down on the window he was sitting by. "Can these hands even raise something without destroying it?" He whispered as he looked at his open palms under the moonlight.

"What're you talking about? You're so good at growing plants." Cressida breathed out, still a bit out of it. Blinking, she realized she wasn't on their bed. "Where's this?"

Owain felt reality crash down in his chest as his legs trembled and his shoulders fell with the pressure. "Y-you collapsed and..." He hiccuped, turning to her. She widened her eyes. Look at how much pain he had in his expression!

"Owain," Cressida opened her arms, urging him to snuggle on her chest. He choked a sob and sat by the bed, digging his head over her shoulder.

"T-they said that you're p-pregnant." He said under sobs, weakly wrapping his arms around her, mindful of her condition.

Cressida's mouth was left agape in shock. "Pregnant-" She stuttered, torn between being overjoyed and worried. The expression she saw on Owain's face a moment ago wasn't one of happiness, after all. "This is a big step, huh..."

Saying nothing, Owain nodded, sniffling by her chest. "How c-can I raise a child after going through so much death? Am I allowed this happiness?"

Cressida's heart twinged with pain and love. She took one of his hands to her stomach, giggling at how cold both of them were. "If you're unsure of how to feel about this, then why don't we go talk with Sir Frederick tomorrow and ask him how he first felt when he found out he was going to be a father? I'm sure he'll have the answers you're looking for; with him being a knight and all, he'll know what you're feeling."

Owain's breathing steadied for a moment; Cressida knew how highly he thought of his father, after all.

"Besides," she went on, raising her shoulder so he could look at her in the eyes. "I don't know about you, but I can't wait to meet our baby." She bit her lower lip, her heart a jumbled mess of feelings: anxiety, eagerness, fear, love, protectiveness... All for hearing a single sentence.

Pregnancy.

She knew her husband well -- he was overwhelmed by the sudden change and didn't know how to react, but she was sure he would come around to looking forward to it as much as, if not more than, her. They sealed their promise with a quiet kiss, both of them too anxious to fall asleep. Instead, they simply lied in each other's arms over that cramped infirmary bed, their thoughts of the future.

The next day, they left before reveille was announced at the castle for the recruits, intent on finding Frederick before the day properly started.

Owain stumbled upon his words, unsure of how to properly ask something so personal yet so important to him, as his father's child. He blushed deeply once Frederick finally understood what his son meant with the question and Cressida had to jump back for Frederick bear hugged his son immediately. "A child?! Haha! To think I would live to see the day my grandchild is born!" The knight laughed as his tears streamed down his face. "You're with child!" He beamed, quickly scooping Cressida into the hug, squeezing them to the bone-shattering point. "What joy!"

"F-father, c-can't breathe..."

"You'll kill me before your g-grandchild is born..." Cressida gasped, not understanding how Frederick could even HUG someone while wearing that much armor.

"Oh, forgive me." As though he hadn't been crying a second ago, he released them both from his grip, sniffling with pride. "Ah, Owain, my son! This feeling is almost the same as the one I felt the day I met you!"

Owain's head drooped to the side. "Met me? B-but Father, I was asking about when mother was pregn-"

"But don't you see, Son? I was already a father the day I met you! How proud I was to see that my son had grown up to be such a principled and strong young man! I hadn't experienced your conception nor your birthting, indeed, but can you deny that our bonds are just the same, if not stronger, than the ones I hold with your brother?" He patted Owain's shoulder as the younger man tried and failed to keep his tears in check. "You are my true son, Owain, and meeting you that day on the Sage's Hamlet... Seeing you fight so valiantly to protect the weak filled my heart with pride."

"F-father..."

"Being a parent can be tiring and taxing, yes, but it is so much more rewarding in turn! Just by thinking about that small baby fills your heart with strength! Every day do I train harder than the previous one just so I can keep both of you safe." The knight puffed his chest with pride. "You'll feel that with your whole being as you teach and watch your baby grow, I am certain of it."

Owain widened his eyes, the tears stopping. "The legend..." He whispered, making Cressida and Frederick both bend over to listen in. "The legend... WILL... LIVE ON!! UWOOOOOH!" He yelled to the sky above, starling wife and father both. "MIGHTY CRESSIDA!" He picked her up and lifted her towards the sky, as he did years ago when they came back home. "WE'LL BE THE ONES TO CONTINUE WITH THE LEGENDARY GENERATION I THOUGHT LOST ON ME! OUR BABY IS TRULY THE CHOSEN ONE!" He twirled her around, laughing as she covered her mouth with both hands so as not to be swept by his enthusiasm and scream as well.

"Let's raise he or she well, yes?" She managed to level her voice amidst all the twirling, prompting Owain to put her on the floor and wrap his arms around her shoulders.

"... Yes. Yes, let's make this baby happy with everything we have. We'll... learn together." He felt his eyes once again burn with tears.

"As it should be," Cressida herself couldn't hold back her emotion any longer, but a noise coming from behind caught their attention.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait..." A voice said over and over like a chant. "WAITAMINUTE! YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" Lissa pointed from the door, little Owain in tow. She didn't wait for them to reply, however. "I'M... I'M GONNA BE A GRANDMOTHER? BUT I <JUST> GAVE BIRTH TO YOU!"

"Mom, I'm not a baby! I'm 5 already!" Little Owain puffed his chest, not understanding what was going on.

"SEE? A BABY!" She ignored when Owain commented that she hadn't given birth to him. "A BABY! HAVING ANOTHER BABY! FREDERICK!"

Smiling, the knight simply turned to his small and loud wife, taking her extended hand.

"I NEED TO MOVE IN WITH THEM!" Desperate, her eyes were spinning. "A baby having another baby!!"

"M-moooom!" Owain protested under his wife's loud laughter. Cressida could barely wait to meet her and Owain's child!

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Asthma🌸 Australia 🇦🇺 @juliehiep on Instagram To everyone with Asthma, I’m writing this story to help all mothers and fathers with children that suffer from this horrible disease. I hope this will give you an insight into it’s workings and to let you know it’s beatable not treatable. If you have found this story you’re already aware that pharmaceutical medicine cannot heal you from Asthma. I’ll start from the beginning but if you would like a full outline of the treatment skip to Beating Asthma at the bottom of this story or read and study the work of Medical Medium. Early Symptoms It started when my son was 10 months old. He was a highly intelligent child far beyond his age and so fun to play with. When one day he started to get pain in the stomach area. He would tell us it hurt there by pointing and by saying owie here J We took him to the doctor to the doctor, who dismissed it and said it was simply a stomach ache and it will go away. He prescribed Panadol in the meantime. Days went on and he complains continued, his tongue started to change and looked like it was peeling. On our second visit with new symptoms the doctor stuck to his first diagnosis and the same Panadol usage continued. The tongue was explained to me as Geographic Tongue. A kind of nutritional deficiency for which needed testing. (I refused to do this as I’m against the collecting of DNA samples) Two weeks later The breathing issues started. The doctors prescribed standard Asthma inhalers and sickness continued. He’s been on the inhalers frequently but I simply thought this was normal and would last a few days. (I’v personally had an asthma attack from sleeping in front of an dirty air-conditioner I was prescribed the same thing but it went away within 24 hours and everything back to normal) With him however it was not the same. It seemed to never end. It would be a miracle if he could go without the inhaler for an entire day but it would all ways come back. Sometimes he would have the inhaler several times per day for several weeks and you could tell by his mood and attention span. Bother took a turn for the worse when using this medicine. This continued for years while I was searching for a cure. The research So I started my research to figure out what was really happening. There is so much information on the internet it’s ridiculous. I must have read all of it. Watched every video on youtube, tried many remedies with varying success. However nothing was a long term solution. (most of it is simply wrong) I would focus on anything that would use lesser drugs and a more holistic approach. Here is a couple of the more successful things I tried. Salt and water. Hereby you let salt melt under the tongue and drink clean water after to allow the body to rehydrate. This was effective to open the brochial tubes however it only worked for 2 weeks. Turmeric Milk: Mixing turmeric into a bit of goat milk with coconut oil and pepper. This helps relieve an asthma attack faster. It was probably the most helpful at relieving the attacks after then had started. It surely saved plenty of visits to the doctor and avoided lots of stronger steroid drugs. Purple Reishi Mushroom herbs: Supposed to reprogram the immune system because it’s over active (so it seemed by the research at the time) However this herb is so terrible in taste it could spoil rainbows and unicorns, he refused to take it most days unless I bribed him. Even then it was rarely possible so instead of causing stress and asthma attacks I stopped trying. (this may still work if you want to try as an adult however it’s not for kids, also the protocol I end with definitely works) There is tons more that either have no effect or make things worse. I wouldn’t bother with anything else. When I delved into herbalism I quickly worked out the basics. Herb for this, herb for that, making my own medicines most of them did have a positive effect, however it still was all ways about symptom management. The majority of herbalism books do explain that having the correct nutrition is the only way to truly heal chronic disease but did not explain anything about nutrition other then more fruits and vegetables. Nutrition, family and friends I started feeding him raw fruits and vegetables. To show by example I became a raw vegan for 2 years. I truly believe this is how humans are meant to eat, however we simply do not have enough time in the day to live this way anymore. Changing to this diet received a lot backlash from family and friends and was very difficult. Everyone has their opinion and no one is supportive. Everyone comes out of the wood works to tell you how quick you will die if you simply eat raw food. My wife did not approve of this for our son and understandably so (I guess) as she was not as interested in looking for a cure but was happy with symptom management. She suffered from asthma and assumes its hereditary and there’s nothing you can do. I do not blame her for this. It’s how she was brought up. I didn’t feel that way and feel sick to my stomach every time an inhaler was used. She is very supportive of me and has stood up for me before her own parents and family. When she starting noticing that more vegetables and fruits made a huge difference to his overall health. She also started making more smoothies and juices, which made everything easier on me. Eventually others also see the difference as when they are baby sitting and would feed him noodles he would have a huge flare up which could take days to settle. I would get upset with them as I’m to deal with all the aftermath. Medical Medium the truth If you have already visited the Medical Medium website or read his books simply follow the protocol and you will have immediate results. I will outline everything below on how to beat Asthma and the cause. I want to thank Anthony William for the information he shares with everyone. I send you my Love and Compassion. The Cause It’s VIRAL …………………………….. Let that sink in. It is VIRAL. Nothing you read about asthma anywhere will tell you that it’s viral except for Medical Medium. When I first heard this it was like a weight had been lifted and a giant light globe popped out of my head. I knew this was truth. The entire story about the body attacking itself or being overactive is all false. Your body loves you and cannot hurt you. This in a way is where I feel the problem lies. This virus hides in your own cells. Making it almost undetectable to your immune system. The virus is called the Epstein Barr Virus and if you would like to read more about that visit his website or buy his book which explains it even better I can. But I’ll try. Essentially the virus is activated by Heavy Metals or Extreme stress on the body. Unfortunately thinking I was a good parent all those years ago (hes almost 5 as of writing this) I made sure he received his vaccines and took his panadol’s like the doctor said. I did not know vaccines contained dangerous heavy metals nor did I know that panadol/Tylenol causes huge amount of stress on the liver, which allows the Epstein Barr virus to become active and seek refuge in your organs. I stopped vaccinating him and my other children. A few years back I already worked that out. He does not mention it on his own website or books as I assume big pharma will make it difficult for him if he spoke out about these things. The Mechanics The virus is alive and needs to feed. When you eat the food it likes it excreted a toxin into the lungs. This is where the immune systems comes in and cleans it up creating mucus in the lungs to transport these toxins out of the body. This causes the congestion and wheezing and all the symptoms as the body is cleaning up the mess. When a large amount of this toxin is in the body and a lot of mucus is in the lungs and you get an asthma attack you can rupture or scratch the lung linings from all the coughing. Now you become weak to further attacks from dust, airborn particles and exercise. The lungs cannot heal the scratches when the mucus is covering them. So they simply never heal making you weaker and weaker to more and more agitants. Beating Asthma My favourite part of this story J It’s all about diet and awareness. Tell your child or yourself that it’s a virus. It helps the body to recognise and understand what it’s looking for. Tell your body it in your liver it will understand you and the healing can now begin. Don’t Eat this I’ll make a list of the worst in 2 categories. The first you must entirely remove from your diet. The 2nd you can eat but should be eaten sparingly. These component must be eaten less then 30% of a meal and ideally be removed all together. We are not perfect and if you want to eat a little, here and there, they should not start an Asthma attack. Trial and error a little here as everyone is different. If your having any wheezing avoid all in both. The Worst Canola Oil Egg Corn Wheat Still bad All other grains Refined Sugar All Dairy (this causes mucus which will make getting asthma more difficult to clear up) Generally Bad for your health It’s difficult to heal if you eat the following. They won’t cause an attack but they will hurt your body or immune system in some way. Which takes the focus of what you need your body to do. You usually have to read the ingredient list for this one. Soy All Soft drinks (aspartame in diet versions especially) Any food with too many additives. Especially MSG or anything with the word Flavours as its usually MSG or a cocktail of chemicals (I personally avoid food with any additives unless I really want it like a bit of wine) Strong chemical exposure (from anything like dishwashing liquid and antibacterial soap, to avoiding car fumes) Eat this! All Vegetables All Fruits The more the better As specifically described by Medical Medium some will help more then others. But don’t be worry they will all help. To target the Epstein Barr Virus however eat these. WILD BLUE BERRIES - A must! Eat this every day for the fastest results. 500grams The more you eat of this the faster you will beat the virus Hawaiian SPIRULINA – Everyday 1 teaspoon Barley Grass Juice Powder – Everyday 1 teaspoon Dulse Flakes – Seaweed – Everyday 1 teaspoon I blend them all together into ice cream. You can’t go wrong and kids love ice-cream for breakfast. We usually share this portion although he eats more then half. HERBS – Lemon Balm – Botanic Choice has a alcohol free extract that’s mixed into a bit of water. 1ml twice per day Other meals might be smoothies or he likes hot chips (fries in the US) make your own with a potatoes cutter or find frozen chips without added canola oil (this is a lot harder then you think) fry them in coconut oil. Meat is ok to. But don’t make meal out of it. To Mothers and Fathers My son used to hate cauliflower until we found organic coloured cauliflower frozen at Costco. We used to play games where he would close his eyes and have to guess what colour he has in his mouth. He then started liking what he used to hate. Use what is available to you to assist them in eating more vegetables. If you cut out all the things he can’t eat he WILL start to like the good things eventually. Don’t give up. If they miss a meal here or there it doesn’t matter. Not eating helps to alleviate asthma attacks anyway, because not having to digest, the body can focus more on cleaning toxins. Tell your child. If you eat this the virus inside you grows bigger and you get more sick. If eat this (wild blue berries) the virus gets smaller and it makes the Asthma go away. They will understand. If they are too young and can’t understand give it time and simply try your best. Just remember they will copy you. Lead by example and love them unconditionally. The Result After following a strict diet for about 2 months with minimal flare ups. (none that I remember) He got a high fever that lasted for 3 days. He didn’t act all that unwell but you could feel the heat without touching him. I didn’t want to measure his temp, because that only brings panic to the family. But I can assure you he was very hot. He has since seemed to be asthma free (its only been 3 weeks) However his lungs sound better. His breathing is better. I don’t feel like I need to listen to his chest anymore and it has been like that since the first day after that fever. I feel like the burden on my shoulders is gone. It may be a while before I introduce any of those other foods as I do not need to test it. I’m happy with the current state. The geographic tongue also went away once he started eating the wild blueberries. Love all, Beau

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years

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Care|Septic Egos x Injured!Reader

It’s been a while since I posted a story, so I figured I’d show you lovelies this one, which was yet another request I had on DeviantART. Hope ya’ll enjoy it~ ^^

"See? I told you not go on zat hiking trip if you've never been hiking before in your life! But noooo...nobody listens to Doctor Schneep!" The German doctor grunted with a sigh as he finished getting your arm in the cast. You merely rolled your eyes in response. "Well sorry, doc..maybe if I wasn't dragged-," your gaze went to a certain Australian's, [e/c] orbs glaring daggers into his dark blue ones, "-there against my will I wouldn't be in this position." Angus simply gawked at you, before a frown appeared on his own face. "C'mon, mate. Ya know I didn't-" "Save it." You huffed, putting your hand up to tell him to stop, although that was probably a bad idea as pain began to shoot up your injured arm. "....owie.." Long story short, Angus had somehow coaxed you into going on some hiking trip with him, and, as a result, you ended up slipping on a rock and breaking your elbow, as well as dislocating your shoulder. You had also hit your side on a sharp rock, hence making it hurt to move a little. "And I told you not to move zat arm around so much!" Henrik shrieked, clearly freaking out more than he probably needed to as he set your arm back down by your side. "Zere's no need to bring more pain upon yourself just to give him a sarcastic remark!" With a sigh, you leaned back on the bed, closing your eyes and relaxing for a little bit. After taking a few minutes to ensure he had everything set correctly, the doctor cleared his throat. "Alright so...you'll need to have zat cast in for about 6 to 8 veeks," he explained. "Vhile you heal try not to move around too much. If zere's anyzing you need help vith don't be afraid to ask me or anyone else." Opening your eyes back up, you glanced over at Henrik and nodded in understanding. "Thanks, doc," you gave him a tiny smile. "Anytime, [y/n]," he said, before he stood up and stretched. "Now you just relax here and I'll go make myself a nice pot of coffee. A great doctor like myself needs caffeine fix, after all." And with that, he turned and headed out of his clinic, leaving you with Angus. You heard the hunter cough nervously and looked to see him sit down next to you, his eyes downcast. "Angus?" "......" "Angus, it's fine..really." "......" "...are you upset with me?" "N-No..I'm upset with my bloody-fuckin'-self," he mumbled, burying his face into his bandaged hands and shaking his head. "I'm so sorry, [y/n]...I..I understand if ya hate my guts-" "You wanna make it up to me?" Angus raised his head up, staring at you in surprise. "Umm...if that's possible. Whatdya need me to do?" "Would you mind taking me to my room?" You asked him sweetly as you sat up a little bit. "I.. really don't wanna be stuck in here all day smelling nothing but chemicals.." "Ahh, that makes sense," the hunter agreed, his nose wrinkling in disgust after he took a whiff of the air. "I dunno how he can work here and not get high offa them or somethin'. But...I'll getcha on outta here. Don't you worry." He stood up and carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. "Hang on now, alright?" You simply nodded, wrapping your uninjured arm around his neck as he took you out of the clinic and to the comfort of your own room. ........... After Angus set you down on your bed and ensured that you were comfortable enough, you decided to forgive him for the whole hiking incident, much to his relief. He then left you alone to go inform the others of your condition. On the brightside, you now had an excuse to play video games all day long. So you decided to play on your console to take your mind off the slightly throbbing pain in your arm and side. "[Y/n]..?" "Huh? Oh, hey Rob," you chuckled, glancing over and smiling at Robbie, who was leaning against the doorframe. He was one of the few egos that was currently home. "What's up?" "Heard..you...got hurt," he explained as a slight frown appeared on his face. "You...okay?" "I'm fine, thank you." He smiled back at you, before pointing to your bed. "Can..Robbie..?" You nodded, scooting over a bit. "Sure. I don't mind your company. Just be careful of my arm and waist okay?" Robbie nodded in understanding before he made his way over to you, crawling onto the bed and laying down in your lap. With a small yawn he then wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, shutting his eyes and nuzzling his face against your stomach. Your smile grew as you rubbed the top of his head gently before you went back to the game, although you'd periodically pause to pet him a little more. Least to say, living with the egos was a pain, but there were a select few that you could stand--like Robbie. The others were often loud and obnoxious, whereas for him...not so much. He was quiet, sleepy half the time, and the only things he really asked for were pets and cuddles, both of which you were happy to give him when no one else wanted to. Not to mention that the zombie never barged into your room without permission....unlike some people such as- "Wow..." -Anti... You glanced over, seeing the aforementioned ego materialize near your doorway. Upon noticing his presence, Robbie raised his head up and glared at him, growling like a feral animal as he hugged you protectively. "Get..out..." He grumbled. Anti ignored his threat, instead staring at you with a raised eyebrow. "Huh..ya look pretty rough there, [y/n]. How ya feelin'?" "I'm..fine, Anti, thank you," you told him as you stroked the zombie's purple hair in an attempt to calm him down. You knew that he never really...took kindly to the glitch's presence. "Shh...just relax, Robbie, he's not gonna hurt me." He frowned slightly in response, placing his chin on your stomach and looking up at you in worry. But before he could protest, his white eyes gradually drooped shut. He then buried his face back into your shirt, your touch lulling him back to sleep as he began to snore softly moments later. "Out like a light ain't he?" Anti chuckled in amusement, shaking his head. "Well if he starts giving ya any trouble-" "He won't," you cut him off quickly, placing your uninjured arm over Robbie's back. "He never gives me any trouble....unlike some people." Those last three words you mumbled under your breath, although that was probably a mistake as you saw the demon's pointed ears perk and his eyebrows furrow together. ".....I-" "Well fuck ya, too, then," he snorted, frowning deeply before he glitched away. Although not before he flipped you off as well. You simply sighed as you went back to playing your video game.......only to notice that it was lagging at some points and tiny green and black glitches flickered on and off the screen. 'Heh...petty as ever, huh Anti? Well as long as he doesn't corrupt my saved data-' "I heard a damsel was in great distress and I flew here as fast as I could!!" 'Oh my fucking God I can't get a break..' With a slightly heavier sigh this time, you glanced over to see Jackie dash your room. "Sorry, hero. No damsel in distress here. And could you be a little quieter? I got a sleepy zombie here," you huffed, setting a hand on top of Robbie's head once more. He stopped, muttering a quiet "oh" after seeing the zombie laying on you, before chuckling nervously. "Sorry 'bout that," he whispered, "I was juuuust coming to check on you! Is everything alright?" "Yep," you nodded, your smile returning. "Thanks, Jackie." "Anytime." He saluted. "Is there anything I could assist you with? Anything at all?" You shifted uncomfortably in the bed, pausing your game and setting your controller down, before you gently grabbed Robbie's arms and moved them away from your waist. "I..gotta get up but you see I'm in a bit of a....predicament.." "Ah, not to worry!" Jackie chuckled as he walked over and carefully picked up the still snoozing zombie, carrying him over his shoulder. "I'll take him from here." "Thank you again, Jackie." With a nod, the hero turned and left the room with Robbie, closing the door behind him. 'At least somebody in this house respects my privacy.' Sighing, you sat up into a more comfortable position and grabbed your controller again, turning off the console. Anti almost immediately glitched out of the T.V and fell onto your bed next to you. "Gah..why ya gotta ruin my fun like that?" He whined as he sat up and stared at you, a slight pout on his face. "Because.." "...because why?" "Just...because~" You smirked, sitting down beside him and ruffling his hair to make it messier than it already was. "Ya better stop before I give ya another injury to think about," the demon hissed, lightly pushing your hand away before he glitched out of your room, hopefully for good this time. It was then you glanced down and realized Robbie had drooled a little bit on your shirt. "Ugh.. disgusting.." You tried to wipe it off, but used the wrong arm as a wave of pain shot up into your shoulder. "Why did I do tha-" A gentle knock on your door cut off your statement. You groaned a bit, wondering who the hell decided to intrude this time, although you allowed the visitor to come in anyway. "Hey, [y/n]. How are you feeling?" Looking over, you saw that it was none other than Marvin. But your previously annoyed expression quickly turned into a surprised one when you saw that in his hands he had a...small vase with a few glowing [f/c] roses in it. "U-Uh....I'm good," you coughed nervously, a slight blush tinting your cheeks. "A-Are those...for me?" "Mhm." The magician nodded as he entered your room. "I figured you weren't in..the best of moods considering what happened. So I thought these might cheer you up." He set them down on the nightstand beside your bed, before looking over at you and smiling, although it faltered quickly as he sighed. "I'm sorry I can't do anything more. I really wish my healing spells can fix broken bones...but-" "It's okay, Marv," you reassured him, taking out one of the roses and examining it, seeing that the thorn-free stem was also glittering. "This little..gift is more than enough for me." Looking back at him, you smiled. "Thank you-" "Shit! You beat me to them, Marv!" You and Marvin looked over, seeing Chase leaning against the doorway, huffing and puffing. "I.." He began, although he paused to catch his breath for a few moments. Once he did so he straightened up and adjusted his cap before walking in. Upon seeing the flowers, he frowned slightly "Damn...Marv got you some sick ass flowers..and all I could getcha was this dumb card.." He handed you a card that said "Get Well Soon" on the front of it. "It's okay Chase," you giggled softly, taking it from him and propping it up next to the vase. "I still appreciate you getting this for me. You guys didn't have to do this." "But we wanted to because we care about you-" "But we wanted you because we care about you-" "....." The two egos exchanged bewildered glances, before Chase cracked a smile and laughed. "Hah! Jinx~!! Nice one, Marv." He made finger-gun gestures, while the magician simply chuckled and shook his head. "Of course, of course.." He sighed, looking back at you. "Well, I think we'll take our leave so that you can relax...i-if you don't need anything else, that is.." You shook your head. "No. I'm good. Thank you guys again." Nodding their heads, the two departed from your room, shutting the door once more on their way out. With a small sigh, you relaxed back against the headboard of the bed, your gaze returning to the two items on your nightstand. Seeing them there made you realize that...while the Septic egos can be nuisances at times, at the end of the day they always cared for you and made you feel like you were a part of their odd little family. And for that...you couldn't be happier. *SLAM* "[Y/N] I ZOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN ZE CLINIC!" "......for fuck's sake."

#jacksepticeye x reader #septicegos #reader insert #xreader

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dahliawolfe · 3 years

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Little Sister Earp

Wylie pt. 2

Ok, so she would admit. She had royally fucked up this time. And Wynonna was going to kill her. As she should, cuz boy, did she ever fuck up. Wylie panted, back against a tree. It was nearly midnight, and she, knew that Wynonna and Doc would be home any minute. And….Shit. Oh, no. Doc was gonna give himself a damn coronary when he didn’t find her in her bed. Well, fuck.

See, the thing was, Wylie had gotten herself into a bit of a pickle…again. She’d heard Dolls say that they needed to get some recon on the revenants that were hole up in the old mine tunnels by the creek, but how he didn’t know how they could get in. Theoretically, he’d stated, someone could crawl in one of the smaller shafts and plant a mic to get what they needed. Ya know, use them for their info before Wynonna killed them? The spy shit that Dolls was really good at. Well, anyway, Wylie had taken it upon herself to sneak off and plant the mic. She was the smallest, she could navigate the narrow tunnels the easiest, but they’d never let her do it, so while they were all out “working other angles”, Wylie snuck out, mic in hand, and made her way to the tunnels. And everything went exactly as planned. Until, well, until she triggered a mine collapse on her way out. And then those damn dead heads definitely knew something was up. So, she’d wiggled her way out of the rubble and ran like hellhounds were on her. And now, here she was. In the middle of the forest, blood sticking one of her eyes together, knee scraped to hell, and losing the ground she’d initially gained. Why did she park her car so damn far away?!

Finally, the mustang was within sight, so with one last strong push of her legs, she sprang from the tree line, making a mad dash for her car. When out of nowhere…lightning hits her? Every hair on her body stood on end as she hit the cold ground, her breath leaving her in a harsh whoosh. Bright purple light shrouded her, and she honestly had never felt anything so painful in her life. And then, it was gone. Her body twitched on the ground as the sound of boots ran towards her. She could hardly hear them over the ringing in her ears, but when a very worried looking Doc leaned into her line of vision, she knew she was safe. She was always safe when Doc was there.

Doc carried the limp body of Wylie through the doors of the Earp homestead. She was breathing, but Doc was worried. He’d never seen Wylie so still. She was always full of life, jumping around, making them all laugh. And now, her little body was cradled in his arms, and she wasn’t moving, or talking, or laughing.

“What the hell happened?!” Nicole demanded as they entered the home. “Oh, Wylie,” she drawled upon seeing the youngest Earp sister.

Doc laid Wylie on the bed, and Nicole immediately grabbed the medical supplies. He stroked the hair away from the young girl’s eyes, saying a silent prayer that tonight wouldn’t be the night he lost her.

…

Nicole washed the blood off of her hands and leaned against the sink with a sigh. Wylie was in rough shape. Though not as bad as she had originally thought, the girl still had needed a lot of stitching up. The burn marks on her worried Nicole the most because electrocution wasn’t something she could just sew up. There could be lasting damage that Nicole couldn’t even see. “How the hell did she even get struck by lightning on a clear night?!” Nicole growled lowly.

“It wasn’t lightning,” Dolls spoke, coming into the room.

“Come again?” Wynonna demanded.

“It was some type of magic. I’m not sure what kind yet, but my bet is it isn’t good”

Doc sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, why the hell are you standing around?! Go find out what happened!” He stormed out into the night, already pulling a cigarillo from his breast pocket.

…

“Ok, Baby, I need you to wake up now. We’re all very worried about you, and some of us aren’t handling it very well. Doc is gonna smoke himself to death if you don’t wake up soon,” Wynonna cooed to her baby sister, gently stroking her cheek.

“Mmmm. Mama, no,” Wylie groaned, pulling away from Wynonna’s hand. It had been nearly 6 hours since they’d gotten the girl home, and this was the first time she’d been awake.

“Hi, there, Sleepy Bug. Can you open those pretty eyes for me?”

Wylie creaked one eye open, looking over at Wynonna briefly before closing her eye again and rolling into Wynonna’s chest. “Tired, Mama. Wanna sleep,” she mumbled.

“Aww, I know you do, Baby, but we need you to get up for a little while. I’ll make you some French toast, and you can have some of that expensive coffee that you and Waverly love.”

“With sugar?” Wylie asked, raising her head.

“Of course.”

“Mmkay, but my leg hurts. Can’t walk, Mama.”

“How about we get Doc to bring you downstairs then. Hmm?” Wylie nodded, so Wynonna stood to retrieve Doc.

She found him standing guard at the top of the stairs. “Hey, she’s awake. Wants to know if you can carry her down for breakfast.” Doc shot to his feet.

“My pleasure!” he declared, pausing only to inquire, “Is she alright?”

“I think so, yeah. Seems a little out of it still.” Doc nodded and made his way to the bedroom.

“Hey, there, Little One. I heard you needed a ride down to breakfast,” he greeted with a smile. Wylie was sitting up in bed, an old t-shirt of Wynonna’s hanging off of her smaller frame. She gave him a small nod and rubbed her eyes. Doc stooped to pick her up, and her arms went around his neck, her legs going around his waist.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she mumbled against the skin of his neck, and despite his best efforts, Doc froze at the statement. His heart swelled with love. Wylie had never called him that before, but he’d be damn lucky to have a kid as great as her.

“Of course, Pumpkin,” he replied, kissing the side of her head and making his way downstairs.

…

Waverly studied her little sister in amusement. “Uhh, Wynonna, maybe you should have laid off the syrup.”

“Huh?” the oldest sister hummed, looking up from the report she was reading. She glanced at Wylie, and her eyes grew wide. The kid was covered in syrup. Her shirt was wet with it. It was smeared from cheek to cheek, and large pools of it littered the kitchen table. “Wylie!” she gasped. The girl looked up sharply from licking the drop of syrup running down to her elbow. “You’re covered in syrup!” Wylie looked around sheepishly and her eyes grew glassy.

“’M sorry, Mama,” she mumbled sadly, reaching for a napkin to try and clean up her mess. Wynonna frowned. Though Wylie had called her Mama before, she never did it when she was fully awake, unless she was sick. So, maybe she wasn’t as good as Wynonna had assessed earlier.

“That’s ok, Kiddo. Why don’t you go wash up, and I’ll clean this.”

“Wave help?” the girl asked.

“Umm…”

“Of course, I’ll help you, Sweetie,” Waverly answered softly. She ushered a still limping Wylie upstairs, mouthing, “Call Dolls,” on the way.

…

Wylie was plopped on the couch, watching CatDog on Nicole’s tablet when Doc and Dolls made it back to the homestead. She had her thumb tucked into her mouth, roughly chewing on the fat of it. Everyone peeked their heads into the room before stepping back into the kitchen.

“So, she’s doing what?” Dolls asked, hands going to his hips.

“I don’t know, Man. Regressing?!” Wynonna harshly whispered back.

“Regressing?”

“Yes, Dolls! Regressing!”

“Hmm. That’s interesting.”

“No. No, it’s really not. If Wylie were, well Wylie, she’d be pissed to see herself like this.”

“I’ll do some digging. The good news is, it looks like the recorder she stuck in the mine last night wasn’t discovered, so I’ve been listening in. I’ll keep an ear out for anything.”

“Doc, what about you? This level of fuckery ringing any bell from the ye old days?”

“Not that I recall. I will read some of Wyatt’s journals and see if he mentions anything.” Upon hearing his voice, Wylie immediately perks up from the other room.

“Daddy?!” she gasps, rolling off of the couch and running too him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

“Well, hi there, Sugar Plum. What is my best girl up to?” Doc replied, scooping her up without missing a beat.

“Missed you. You were gone so long,” Wylie stated, tugging at Doc’s signature hat.

“Was I? Well, I do apologize.” Looking around the room, Wylie caught Dolls eyes.

“Hi, X,” she drawled, her finger going back in her mouth.

“Hello, Wylie. How are you feeling?”

“Umm, I gots an owie. Nic made it better though,” she declared, holding out her stitched up leg.

“I see that. How did that happen?”

“Umm…I was doing something bad,” she pouted, hanging her head.

“That’s ok. I do bad stuff too sometimes. You’re still a very good girl,” Dolls confirmed, stepping closer to stroke a wayward strand from her eyes. A rare moment of gentleness. In response, Wylie beamed at him.

…

“I’m heading out to pick up the take out. Need anything else?” Nicole questioned later that night.

“I go?!” Wylie questioned, wriggling her way out of Waverly’s lap.

“Umm…”

“Not this time, Kiddo. Nic’s in a rush,” Wynonna replied.

“Wanna go, Mama.”

“No, Wylie.”

Wylie stomped her good foot, letting out a screech of, “Maaaamaaaa!”

“Lord have mercy,” Doc chuckled, earning a glare from Wynonna.

“Wylie Caroline Earp!” Wynonna boomed, causing Wylie to freeze, crocodile tears still rolling down her cheeks. “I said “no”, and I meant it!”

…

Wylie swung Nicole’s hand back and forth as they made their way into the local Mexican restaurant. Nicole tried to hide her grin. If anyone was a match for Wynonna Earp, it was her baby sister. After a bout of wailing, thrashing around on the floor, and general tantrum throwing, Wynonna threw up her hands and walked away, reminding Wylie to wear a jacket.

To her credit, Wylie didn’t give Nicole any grief on the brief trip to the heart of Purgatory and back. She even carried one of the 3 bags of food they’d acquired.

Doc was on the front porch when they got back, and he offered a sweet smile to Wylie.

“We got tacos, Daddy!” she exclaimed proudly, slinging the bag up for him to see.

“Did you now? Well, how about we go get those hands washed up so you can eat some?”

“Mmmkay.”

…

“I’ve got something you should hear,” Dolls stated, entering the house in the middle of dinner.

“Got you taco, X!” Wylie proclaimed, fighting off Wynonna’s hand, which was trying to wipe taco sauce off of her cheek.

“Thanks, Kid. Wynonna, this is kinda urgent,” Dolls replied, nodding at Wylie, who was obliviously dipping her tortilla in the queso.

“Ahh, ok. Umm…Doc, can you go get Wylie cleaned up for bed?” Doc quickly nodded and stood.

“Still eating, Mama,” Wylie informed.

“You can finish tomorrow.”

“Tacos for breakfast?!” the young girl gasped.

“Sure. Why not?” Doc scooped Wylie up and made his way upstairs.

Wynonna turned to Dolls. “Play the tape.”

…

“Ok, so Waverly, you’re staying with Wylie. If she wakes up, tell her that we’ll be back soon. Everyone else, load up. We’re going to get our girl back,” Wynonna ordered later that night. Dolls found a recording of one of the revenants in the mines who used to practice dark magic. He was talking about the spell he’d blasted Wylie with and how he assumed they were all at their wits end by now. What the bastard hadn’t counted on was the fact that the Earp family took care of their own and didn’t compromise on loyalty.

…

The revenant squirmed under the burning touch of Peacemaker. “So, you gonna fix it yourself, or are you going to make me hurt you some more?” Wynonna growled. She’d been beating the unholy piss out of the dude for the last hour, and she was honestly getting a little tired of his shit.

“I’ll…I’ll tell you how to fix it ok? It’s a potion. You make her drink it and she’ll be good as new. Promise.”

“Well, I guess you better get to talking. Peacemaker is getting antsy.”

…

Waverly was sipping on a mug of tea, when she heard the desperate cry of, “MAMA!” The older sister sprinted up the stairs, throwing open the door of Wylie’s room.

“Wylie, it’s ok, Baby. I’m right here. Wave is here,” she cooed, stroking the sweaty hair out of the shaking girl’s eyes. She remembered when Wylie was young. The nightmares the kid would get were terrible.

“Wave, scared,” Wylie whimpered. Waverly bodily lifted her little sister, placing her on her lap and tucking her head into Waverly’s neck.

“Shh. It’s ok. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

“Mama left again?” Wylie inquired quietly, and Waverly’s heart shattered. Wynonna leaving had torn Wylie’s heart out. She’d had nightmares for months after.

“No. No. Of course not, Baby. Mama would never leave you again. She’s just out with your Daddy, and Nic, and X. She’ll be home soon.”

“You stay?”

“Always, Little One. I’ll always stay with you.”

…

Wynonna entered Wylie’s bedroom to find her two little sisters tangled together in the middle of the bed. She smiled. Those two were the only thing good that had come from her life. And she’d kill or die for them. Walking quietly to Wylie’s side of the bed, she opened the glass bottle Dolls had filled with the potion needed to cure Wylie. She gently shook her sister, whispering, “Baby Doll, can you wake up for me?”

“Hmm?” Wylie hummed turning to face Wynonna.

“Here, Honey. Can you drink this? It’ll make you feel better.” Wylie did so without question, sleepy but completely trusting.

“Yuck, Mama,” the girl mumbled, wrinkling her nose and laying back down. Wynonna smiled and laid down beside her.

…

“What the fuck is that taste in my mouth?” Wylie groaned the next morning. Wynonna and Waverly were asleep on each side of her, so she slowly slid out of bed and made her way down to the kitchen, making her way to the fridge. “Ohh, tacos,” she exclaimed, grabbing one and shoving it in her mouth cold. A chuckle behind her made her freeze.

Doc looked on as Wylie mauled the cold taco. “Feeling better?” he asked teasingly. She swallowed roughly.

“Umm, yeah. I think so,” Wylie replied, looking down nervously. “I’m sorry if I made things weird. Thank you for putting up with that.”

“Nothing is Weird, Wylie. It was my pleasure to help you.”

“I know it sounds stupid, but you are kinda like a dad to me. Ward was kinda a piece of shit, and he died when I was like a baby, so I don’t really remember him. But you take care of me, you’re nice to me; even when I’m stupid, and well… yeah. But I don’t like expect you to do anything just cuz my monkey brain defaulted to that when….when what-the-hell-ever happened.”

Doc stepped closer, drawing her into a hug. “It was my pleasure to be your daddy. Even if you were spelled.” Wylie wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tighter than she ever had. Cuz, hell, maybe that nasty revenant did her a favor after all.

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SQW Day 3 “GRANDmothers”

Nothing made Regina happier these days than spending time with her Grandbaby. “FFUU-OWIE!” and of course her big baby Emma Swan. All she was missing was her Little Prince though with a daughter of his own she supposes that he isn’t quite that little anymore. That particular thought always brings her to tears so she quickly tries to distract herself.

“What happened, Darling?”

“Got a da-ng splinter from the bench again.” Failing at hiding her amusement from Emma’s knowing gaze leads her to let a chuckle to escape. “It’s not funny. The kid barely talks as it is, why do I gotta censor myself?”

“Children her age are like sponges, they soak up everything as Henry and I have both told you repeatedly.”

“Yeah yeah, I know but still. Out of all the words we say what’s the likelihood of her picking up on the couple bad ones I happen to mutter?”

“Couple? Mutter? Dear, you swear like a sailor and it’s always ‘loud and proud’.”

“Damn straight!”

“Emma!”

“Sorry.” The brunette sighs knowing the blonde really was trying to curb her bad habit, having already caught her more than once catching and correcting herself when alone (or at least thought to be). Her phone begins to ring and she immediately knows it's Henry, she’s nowhere near ready for their time with the baby to be over with but when her Little Prince was a baby she could never bear to part from him for long either.

She takes a deep breath and answers without even looking at the I.D. “Hello, Henry.” Out of the corner of her eye she sees Emma shake her head at her and turn to talk with their Little Princess. “We’re just about to grab some icecream,” somehow she manages not to laugh at how quick the blonde’s head whipped around to face her again at the mention of the frozen treat, “we’ll walk down to the pier to eat them so you can pick her up there if that’s no trouble.” At their son’s approval she gives her farewell and waits for him to hang-up first, just as she always has.

“I still have no idea how you do that.” Emma says, after they’ve picked themselves up and started to head over to get ice cream.

“Do what, Darling?”

“Always know when it’s Henry who's calling you, it’s not like you have any specific ringtones. I’ve witnessed you back in your busy Madam Mayor days when you’d receive at least one call from just about everyone in town and still automatically know when it was him.”

“I don’t know how I know that it’s him. I can just feel it, it’s the same way with you too.” She was too proud to say out loud, that the feeling was of home and warmth but at her lover’s “Awwwe” she knew that she understood what wasn’t said. “I can also tell when it’s your mother as i’m immediately filled with dread,” she couldn't help but smirk at Emma’s “that’s not funny” look, “it’s why I never answer when she calls.”

“Regina!”

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After they had gotten their ice cream they started towards the pier, walking and enjoying their treats. Regina with her small sized, vanilla and chocolate swirl, baby sized strawberry in a dish (“Babe, you know just cuz it’s fruit flavored doesn’t make it healthier, right?”) for their grandkid, and Emma with her extra large chocolate.

“Did you really need that much?”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“Absolutely not but I’m greatly implying that you still eat like a child.” As the blonde was about to banter back, she tripped and her dessert went flying.

“SHIT!”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah just tripped.” The ex Sheriff’s lip wobbled, looking back and forth between her ruined ice cream and her girlfriend.

“We don’t have time to go back and get you another one.” Emma pouted at the news, and reached for Regina’s cone, “Absolutely not” the brunette jerked back to protect her treat.

“Buuuuuuuut Giiiinnnnaaaaa!”

“NO!”

Emma turned towards the toddler, “Your Nana is a big meanie. Tell her sharing is caring!” Regina rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the affection she felt for her childish lover.

“Shhh” came the noise from their Little Princess.

The brunette let out a chuckle, “See, Dear? Even she wants you to be quiet.”

“Shit!” Both adults froze where they were, hoping they heard wrong. “Shit!” A tiny giggle rang out. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” The grandmothers grew incredibly pale as they couldn’t deny what they both heard repeatedly and clear as day.

“Regina, I’m so so-”

“Emma Swan I am going to kill you!”

“Shit!” Both women flinched at the expletive falling from the young girls’ mouth.

“I can fix this! No problem just gotta- Regina?” A choked sob sounded from the older woman. “Babe?”

“Shit!” The Queen couldn’t hold back her tears and began to cry as her breathing increased. Emma had learned how to help and support her lover during panic attacks she had over the years and thus grabbed onto her hands and began to breath deeply while maintaining eye contact. It took nearly ten minutes for Regina to calm her breathing as each “Shit!” knocked back her progress.

“What happened, Regina? I know it’s more than just her picking up on a swear.”

“What if he never lets us see her again?” She practically whispered her anguish.

“What?”

“Henry! What if he doesn’t let us see her because of this!”

“Shit!” both women winced.

“Uh one second.” Emma grabbed the purple sippy cup decorated with crowns, and handed it to the toddler in hopes of distracting her. The little girl took it and began happily drinking unaware of the situation and her grandmothers’ relief of her brief respite from the new addition to her vocabulary. “He wouldn't do that. He wouldn’t be happy with me but he wouldn't take her away just because of a silly mistake.”

“Silly? A silly mistake? What part of this is silly to you, Emma? Our Grandchild is on the path to delinquency and you call it ‘silly’!?”

“Sweetheart, I know you’re upset but I think that’s a bit extreme. She isn’t the first kid to pick up on a bad word and it won’t destroy her future.” The brunette took a deep breath to center herself.

“I know. I’m just so worried.” The savior cupped her girlfriend’s face, wiping the wetness away with her thumbs.

“About what?” The blonde whispered.

“Henry doesn’t need me anymore. He’s all grown up and has his own family now. He doesn’t need his mother.”

“Regina, he will always need you, that I know with all my heart. Just because he doesn’t need you to cook his meals, tuck him in, and kiss his booboos doesn’t mean he doesn’t need you. He will always love you, you will always be his mom and nothing can erase that.”

“Shit!”

“Though if it makes you feel better we can try to fix this?”

“How? Seems like she found her new favorite word.”

“We just gotta distract her and find a new word that she’ll take to and soon she’ll forget all about this one.”

“Shit!”

“Gods I hope you’re right.”

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The rest of the walk was filled with trepidation as they drew nearer to meeting up with their son to return his daughter. The ex mayor focusing on her breathing and her lover’s words of encouragement and love, while the younger woman focused on getting their granddaughter hooked on a new, “child friendly” word.

“Shit.”

“Well she doesn’t seem as enthusiastic about it as she was before so that’s something.” .

“Dear, this isn’t working. What are we gonna do?”

“The only thing we can do,” The blonde sighed out “tell him the truth.”

The last few minutes of their journey was a quiet affair other than the occasional “shit”. Looking ahead, they could make out their grown son’s profile even with his back turned to them as he overlooked the water and docks. To Regina, it felt as if she were walking towards her judgement day, the final deciding factor to see if the good she accomplished later in her life made up for the despicable acts she committed.

“Hey, Kid!” The young man turned around, a smile lighting up his face at the sight of his mothers’ and Little Princess.

“Hey, Ma! Hi, Mom!

“Hello, my Little Prince.”

“Watchya looking at, Kid?”

“Just admiring the water and the ships.”

“You’ve always loved looking at the ships.”

“Probably stemmed from my time aboard an actual pirate ship.” He chuckled.

“Ugh, don’t remind me, Kid.”

“Uh, Henry Dear there’s something that your mother and I would like to tell you.” The Queen figured it was best to just get it out of the way and have them tell him over hearing it from the source without any warning.

“What’s up, Mom?”

“Well you see, it’s a funny story actually.” Emma jumped in, seeing how it was her fault she should be the one to tell him.

“Shhhhh” ‘Oh Gods no!’ Both Grandmother’s minds yelled out.

Henry knelt down next to his little girl. “What is it baby? You got something to say?”

“Uh, well Hen you see-”

“Ship!” Once more both women were frozen, holding their breaths and praying they heard correctly. “Ship!”

“That’s right, Princess!” Henry beamed as he lifted her up and settled her on his hip. “Those are ships!” He felt so proud of her as he pointed over to the boats.

“Ship! Ship! Ship! Ship!” Emma let out the breath she had been holding as Regina promptly fainted, luckily right into her Savior’s arms.

“MOM!?”

“She’s fine, Kid. It’s just been a terribly exciting day and I think it wore your mother down. Just give her a minute.” Picking her up bridal style, she carried her passed out girlfriend to a nearby bench as their son and granddaughter continued to look over at the boats and the sea. Soon enough the brunette opened her eyes and took a moment to gather herself.

“What happened?”

“You fainted.” At Regina’s confused look she elaborated, “The Little Princess switched up her favorite word just in the nick of time and I think you just got too overwhelmed. The brunette immediately relaxed and thanked the heavens for their luck.

“Emma.”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever cuss in front of her again, I’m gonna cut out your tongue.” Emma took a few moments to process the threat then nodded her head.

“That’s fair.”

BONUS:

A few days later, saw Regina and Henry preparing dinner as the toddler sat in her highchair and munched on some tiny pieces of watermelon. Working perfectly in sync, the two brunettes practically danced around the kitchen in their element, reminiscing over memories of cooking lessons. They were laughing over all the food he had managed to burn, when it happened. Watermelon falling to the floor as the little girl became too playful with her food.

Looking over the side of her chair she said the one thing Regina had hoped she’d never hear coming from her mouth ever again. “Shit!” The Grandmother’s mouth dropped open and became completely speechless as her eyes flickered between her son and grandbaby.

Henry’s cheeks turned pink as he took on a sheepish demeanor and started rubbing the back of his neck. “Oops?”

Flabbergasted over his lack of surprise and response had her unable to say anything other than repeat his last word. “Oops?”

“Uh yeah,” He let out a nervous chuckle “about a week ago I stubbed my toe. I guess some of Ma’s bad habit wore off on me as I accidently let loose the s-word. Little miss sponge over here” tickling the little girls feet had her giggling and helped him relax a little before continuing, “soaked it up and now won’t let it go. I don’t know what to do” his shoulder’s slump in resignation “Do you think- Does this make me a bad father?”

Seeing her little boy like this, stuck her to the core. How could her wonderfully perfect boy ever think he could even possibly be a bad parent? “Of course not, Little Prince!” She spoke vehemently. “She’s not the first child to pick up on a bad word. It’ll take time but she will forget it.”

“So, I’m really not a bad father for having this happen?”

“Not at all, after all it was just a silly little mistake.”

“Thanks, Mom” He smiled knowing his mother would always be there for him.

“So uh, Henry you said this happened last week?”

“Yeah.”

“Before your other mother and I last spent some time with her, when we went for that walk?”

“Uh..yeah, why?”

“No reason.” She said quickly and spun back around to continue working on dinner.

#swanqueenweek #swan queen week #sqw 9 #swanqueen #swen

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