#flying around in that great big dust storm

[12pt-times-new-roman]

I thought Matt name-dropping Laerryn was a fun little easter egg because Aabria was at the table, but.... no. If the Great Tree of Atrophy really is the remnants of the Tree of Names, then Chetney could use grim psychometry on it, he could see Laerryn casting blight, hear her name being called, and connect her to the name in Ludinus' notes.

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role meta #what does this achieve? no idea #could be that the lattice around Ruidus isn't a divine gate at all but a spell woven by its own tree of names #flying around in that great big dust storm #or it could simply be that Ludinus is trying to open a big gate and Laerryn was a historical figure who once did that #but the fact that the Tree of Names was designed in part to release enough energy to keep two primordial titans locked away #seems pretty damn important to what's happening with Ashton and the Bells Hells' generally primordial leanings right now

[itsmewillful]

Request #2

Main Masterlist:

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Requested by: @nev20

OMG I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I got held up with school and other personal matter 🤧

I turned your idea into an x reader story, I hope you don't mind!

Anyway, here is your request, and I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,567 words. (it's kinda long)

Warning(s): Fluffy fluff, some angst, mentions of Order 66 and death, Leia running away, not proof read, lot’s of uncanon stuff (becuz its better that way)

Reader is GN, or at least I tried to keep it that way. Let me know if I missed anything.

Outline: After Anakin defeats Darth Sidious in a gruesome fight, he leaves the Jedi Order to settle down with you. Fourteen years later, you are both blessed with a daughter and son: Luke and Leia. However, because Anakin Skywalker was a famous Jedi, the descendants of him are worth a lot of money to bounty hunters, so you and Anakin live in constant worry of your beloved children being whisked away, far from your reach.

Our Intentions Were Good, I promise

“Anakin!” You yelled with a hoarse voice over all the chaos that was going on in the Jedi Temple. You could sense his presence nearby, but with all the Clone Troopers storming around the temple killing Jedi in their wake, you could not help but feel worried for your lover. 

You, Anakin and the rest of the Jedi Council discovered that the Sith Lord behind all the issues was none other than the Chancellor. It was a big shock to Anakin, and you knew he felt betrayed since he basically considered him as a father. But you had always had your suspicions, and the discovery only made sense to you. 

You hear your name get called through the rubble and dust flying around the temple and you spin on your heels to see where the voice originated from. You let out a shaky breath when you noticed it was Anakin, and he was okay. 

“Ani!” You whispered and ran over to him and tightly embraced him in a hug. He hugged you back and buried his head into the side of your neck and inhaled your scent.

“You’re okay, I was so worried for you,” Anakin said, biting back a sob.

“And you’re okay,” you giggled when he began to kiss you tenderly on your cheek. 

“Of course I’m okay. I am the Chosen One afterall,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice. You rolled your eyes at his banter and gently kissed his cheek. 

“Where’s the Sith Lord? Did you arrest him?” 

Anakin hummed in acknowledgement before continuing to kiss your cheek passionately. 

“Anakin–I’m trying to have a conversation with you,” you giggled in between kisses. 

He sighed heavily and stepped back a bit to look you in your eyes.

“We managed to arrest him, however, Master Windu was. . .killed in the process. Which leaves Obi-Wan as the new Head of the Council.” 

You gasped at the news and you felt your eyes burn. Master Windu was your own mentor when you were a Padawan, and basically the Father figure you never had. Even though he seemed very distant and cold-hearted, he would once in awhile have his moments that left great memories of the time when you were a Padawan under his authority.

“It’s alright, darling,” Anakin said, kissing your lips gently. “He’s in a better place now.” 

You nodded your head slowly, and buried your face into the crook of his neck. 

“Let’s go home, Ani.”

+++

Not long after Order 66, you and Anakin officially left the Jedi Order and got married. It was a small but beautiful ceremony; with only a few people invited. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, and Anakin’s old Padawan, Ahsoka Tano.

About a year later, you brought two beautiful children into the world: Leia and Luke Skywalker. Leia looked a lot like you, but had Anakin’s strong will and personality. Meanwhile, your son looked like a spitting image of your husband, but he had more of your quiet and laid back personality. 

Now, your twins were nearing the age of thirteen, and you couldn’t believe how fast your small babies were now young adults.

One problem, however, was the constant worry of your children being abducted from you due to them being related to Anakin. You both were aware that both Luke and Leia had a bounty on their head worth thousands of credits. Anakin and Obi-Wan had both tried to investigate who was behind the order of their capture, but they never succeeded. So, you found yourself being incredibly over-protective of your children.

You homeschooled your children because you were scared of them walking by themselves to and from the public school. You didn’t allow Leia to go out with just her friends even if she was accompanied by their parents, and you never allowed Luke to be outside by himself. 

Were you taking all precautions a bit too far? Of course you were. You and 

Anakin loved your children and were too attached to risk the chances of them being taken away from you. 

+++

“Mom, dad, can we ask you something?” 

You looked up from the holopad you were scrolling through and noticed Leia and Luke were both standing in front of you with anxious looks on their faces. You raised your brow and beckoned them to walk up closer to you.

“Yes you two?” Anakin said with a small look of concern on his face.

“Umm. . .” Luke started to say, but immediately lost his train of thought and snapped his mouth shut.

“You know how today marks the fourteenth year of peace throughout the whole galaxy, right?” Leia began.

You glanced at Anakin and noticed he was also confused as to where this conversation was going.

You nodded your head at your daughter to continue and she shakily inhaled.

“There is a parade and fair–”

“No” you and Anakin said at the same time sternly, knowing exactly where this was going.

“But why?” Leia pleaded, tears began to form in her crystal eyes. 

Luke sighed heavily, and with heavy footsteps headed to the staircase to head to his room.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“Leia, we have been over this many times. I would have thought you would know by now.” You said.

Leia’s face slowly morphed into one of pure grief and frustration. 

“I HATE THIS! You and dad worrying about EVERYTHING!! This whole thing is so stupid!” And like that, she stormed out of the room and slammed her bedroom door when she reached it.

You shook your head and looked at your husband to see his reaction and noticed he was already looking at you.

“She is kind of right, you know?” You began. “Our children are basically secluded from the rest of the world, let alone other kids their age. It wouldn’t hurt to let them go out once, would it?”

Anakin hummed in thought. 

“I’ll think about it. I think you might be right.” 

“The parade doesn’t start until nightfall, so you just sit there and put your one brain-cell to work, darling.” You teased as you stood up from the couch you were previously relaxing on and began to head to the kitchen.

“At least I have a brain-cell, sweetheart.” Anakin bit back to which you turned around to smack him on the top of his head.

He chuckled and grabbed a hold of your wrist before pulling you down harshly onto his lap.

“You are such a bully, darling.” Anakin shook his head. You huffed at that.

“And you aren’t?” 

“No, I am just your teasing husband.” He said, glancing at your lips before pulling you into a long and passionate kiss. You hummed and smiled into the kiss. You reached your hand behind his head, and moved your hands into his hair, before pulling hard on it, causing Anakin to jump and disconnect your lips.

“HEY! You’ll pay for that!” He warned with a slight smile on his face. You rolled your eyes before squirming out of his tight hold. 

“Only if you can get me!” You giggled lightly before sprinting out of the room and running up to your joined bedroom. 

+++

“Ugh, why is mom and dad so strict?” Leia complained as she dramatically plopped onto her brother's bed. Luke shrugged and continued to tinker with Lola, Leia’s small robotic companion. 

“And you are so helpful Mr. I-don’t-dare-disobey-my-parents.” Leia said with venom  laced in her voice. 

Luke sighed heavily and ignored the rest of Leia’s banter.

After a stream of censored cursing and complaining about how her life is so miserable, she decided that she was going to take matters into her own hands. 

“I am going to sneak out of the house.” Leia said with some excitement in her voice. 

Luke just about choked at his sisters ‘revelation”. 

“Umm. . .no you aren’t” He said sternly.

Leia chuckled before sliding off his bed and began to walk over to her slightly older brother. 

“You aren’t the boss of me Luke. What are you going to even do, cry and tell mommy and daddy? You’re no fun at all. In fact: you’re straight up boring. I don’t need your consent. I’m doing what I want.” 

And with that, she stormed out of the room.

Luke sat at his desk quietly, thinking hard.

“She wouldn’t actually do it, will she?” He asked Lola, who was still off and had most of her parts laid out on the table.

He sighed heavily but decided his sister didn’t have the guts to carry out such a dangerous idea.

Or, so he thought.

+++

“Leia?! O.M.G girl, I thought your parents were gonna say no to you turning up!” Leia smiled when she recognised the face of her best friend, a Twi-Lek named Brigade, and her friend, Han Solo. 

“Yeah, they did say no. But I came anyway.” Leia said matter-of-factly.

Brigade gasped and squealed with excitement.

“About time you take control of your life! That’s so badass of you!” 

Han Solo chuckled at that and patted Leia’s head fondly. 

“And if anything happens, don’t forget I’m here.” he winked. 

Leia rolled her eyes at his playful banter and noticed that the streets of Coruscant was more packed than she expected.

“Wow, there’s a lot of people here.” She trailed off.

“Yup. But it’s normal for an event like this.” Brigade said casually. 

+++

“Luke, what do you mean she left?” I panicked when I entered Leia’s room and found it empty with her window wide open. 

“I-I am so sorry, mother.” Luke stuttered. “I didn’t think she’d actually do it and decided against telling you. I should’ve and I am so sorry.” 

Anakin had his arms crossed and he was staring at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. You cleared your throat to gain his attention, to which he obliged. 

“Ani? What are we going to do?” 

“Well, we need to go find her, first of all. But this event is a planet-wide thing and I don’t even know where to start looking.” 

Luke gulped and began to burst into tears. 

“I am so sorry! It’s all my fault!” 

You reached out to your son and hugged him tightly, kissing him on the top of his head. 

“It’s all of our faults. We have been too strict with you children and this behaviour was bound to happen eventually. If anything, it’s our fault.” You said calmly, glancing at Anakin to see him nodding in agreement.

“Now, let’s go find your sister.”

+++

“Umm. . .are you sure this is safe, Brigade?” Leia asked, gulping heavily when Brigade split up from Han Solo and was leading Leia away from the rest of the crowd to an alley-way close by.

“Yup! Totally safe. As long as you're here with me.” Brigade said carelessly. 

Leia nodded and tried to take her friend’s advice to heart, but through the force, she could sense something terrible was about to happen.

“Well, well, well. Look-y here! The Twi-Lek actually did it!” Leia heard a voice from behind her and she spun quickly on her heels and noticed there was two masked people in front of her. A man and a woman.

“What are they talking about?” Leia asked cautiously.

Brigade slowly faced Leia with an emotionless expression.

“You should’ve stayed home, Leia. Coming out here by yourself was foolish.”

“What do you mean? What are you on about, Brigade?”

“When I first found out how high the bounty was for you and your brother, I knew I had to get close to you. I’m sorry if it hurts, but my family needed the money.”

Leia felt hot tears fall down her cheek at the news. Her childhood friend had been using her this whole time? 

“What the Kriff, Brigade. You traitor. I thought we were friends!” She sobbed. 

Brigade continued to stand completely still without showing a pang of regret.

“So sad, but we have no time for theatrics! The big man wants the job to be done A-S-A-P. We have a ship to catch.” The woman said carelessly, as she dug into a satchel that was around her shoulders and pulled out a big sack of credits.

“A thousand credits, just as we promised you.” The man said.

Brigade caught the bag and opened it and looked over her newly-earned loot.

“Thank you, Leia. You just saved my father from a certain death.” Brigade said with a small smile on her face.

Leia felt strong arms grab her by the shoulders and she felt herself get yanked to the ground.

“I got you Leia!” She sat up and noticed Han had rushed into the alley and was now fighting for his life against the two masked people.

“Run! Get out of here!” He yelled at her. Leia quickly scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the alley, searching for the direction home. 

But, once again, she felt someone grab onto her, making her let out a bloody sounding scream.

“Leia, it’s okay!” 

Leia recognised the voice of her father and latched onto him tightly.

“Dad! I am so glad I found you! You and mom were right! Everything here is dangerous, please take me home!”

“Leia, what happened?” you asked with a calm voice bending over slightly to reach her eye level.

“Alley-way, and Brigade selling me or something and- O.M.G! Han is there all by himself! He needs help!” Leia exclaimed with complete terror and worry laced in her voice. She pointed at the direction she came from and her father nodded and began to rush that way.

When he was out of sight, Leia looked back up at you and could see that you were smiling and looked the complete opposite of how she expected.

“Why are you smiling? I thought you’d be so mad at me.”

“Oh, I am mad at you, Leia.” Your eye twitched in annoyance. “But I am so thankful that you are alright and nothing happened to you.”

Leia sniffled some more and buried her face into your warm body.

“I’m sorry, mum.” Leia cried.

“Shh. . .let’s talk about this when we get home.”

+++

“So, you actually were going to take me and Luke to the event?” Leia asked with complete disbelief in her eyes.

You nodded and looked over at your husband who still was nursing a bruise he had gotten from the fight on his left cheek. 

“Yes, your father and I have decided that we can’t make you guys live in solitude for all of your childhood, so we agreed to take you out into the city some more. However, because of your behaviour, you should expect to not be going anywhere for a week.” 

Leia nodded in understanding, but she couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve actually decided that mum?” She asked.

You chuckled and raised your arms to invite your two children into a hug. They both giggled and practically jumped into your arms, making you fall back a bit.

“I love you mom!” They both said at the same time.

“Hey! How about me? I saved your friend and got your ‘attempt captors’ put into custody!” Anakin said with a fake frown on his face.

“Yeah, thank you father.” Leia said with a genuine smile plastered across her face. Anakin also smiled and joined the group hug.

The Skywalker family was happy and safe once again.

A/N: OMG!! This x reader was different from the ones ive previously written, i hope you enjoyed it! And thank you for requesting it! I enjoyed writing it so much 

Sorry if there was any mistakes or repetitive sentences, I am a bit too lazy to try and proof read it but ill do it eventually.

Love ya all!

-Ace

#star wars #x reader #anakin #fanfic #x y/n #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x you #anakin fluff #anakin one shot #fluff

[codenamehazard]

.:Freedom Run:.

.:InFAMOUS: No Man's Land Chapter 2:.

Hey guys! I never thought that I would enjoy writing so much that I would want to continue to write and create a full fledged story! I had so much fun writing "Breaking the Shackles" that I'm now going whole hog and making a fanfiction! So I guess I could consider it Chapter 1!

A big thank you to RogueShadeaux. She has been a big help and I have been learning a lot from her as well! She's been a huge motivator and we have been having a blast bouncing around ideas. Check out her stuff, she deserves all the love!

Don't know if it's needed, but I'll put it here anyways. Spoiler warning and this is from Cole's POV.

I hope you guys enjoy Chapter 2 of InFAMOUS: No Man's Land.

“Cole!” I hear the harpy’s voice cry out, but I don’t listen. “Cole!!” She shouts again, but it falls on deaf ears. She cries and cries and I don’t hear, all I can hear is the crunching of dirt and stone under my feet and the thumping of my heart in my ears.

Ahead of me was the whole of the Great Plains: its vast horizons sprawling out before me as far as the eye could see, beckoning me to come and join the Conduits that call these untamed lands home. A call I had been ignoring for far too long, but not anymore. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I rush towards the endless expanse before me. My mind is full of the possibilities that await me; but also clear and focusing on the prize.

Dark, rumbling clouds follow me as I make my mad dash through the tall grasses and dry dirt, the wind kicking up around me and blowing at my back. Nature was urging me on. Heh, ain’t that something. The world is working with me for once in my damn life and I ain’t complaining one bit. Adrenaline coursing through my veins as my legs carry me forward as the wind pushes me on. It was like I was a ship on the open seas; sailing towards the unknown.

Farther and farther I run. I don’t dare look back, I don’t even want to. I was finally free from that damn gilded cage that I had been trapped in; why the hell would I look back? All that was there is a responsibility that wasn’t mine to carry in the first place! People that deprived me of even the simplest needs of peace and quiet. Fuck them, fuck them all!!

Fuck them. All.

The land extends endlessly in front of me as I push on. The storm above me thundering and flickering as I run. For the first time in my life, I am running with no direction in mind: No purpose to serve, no so-called destiny or fate that demands to be fulfilled, not even the smallest inkling of urgency to be anywhere. I just run. I run and run like how the wild animals that roamed these grasslands do. Such a feeling, it was intoxicating.

I can feel the burn in my muscles, but I don’t stop. If anything, the burn adds to the rush. I won’t stop; I don’t want to stop! Not until I choose to stop! God, this sensation… It feels so good, like a cool glass of water on a scorching day. 

Instinct and muscle memory take hold as I tackle some of the more rocky terrain, vaulting over stones. Never in my life had I had such a wide space where I could run for hours and hours, a straight shot in every which way! Now here I am, my feet kicking up dust into the gusting wind as I bound over any and all obstacles. I could go any direction: left, right, north, south, east, west, it doesn’t matter! All this space, all this land. It was mine; mine for the taking, mine to travel as I saw fit.

All mine.

I feel a chill down my spine as the storm intensifies. Lightning starts crashing around me: electrifying the air, fueling me. Even with my muscles screaming at me, my body felt energized and light. I practically feel like I’m flying; maybe I am! It hardly matters as all that is on my mind is to keep going. At this very moment, nothing matters. Nothing fucking matters! The only thing that filled my head was the freedom I now have. It could be pissing down rain or a twister could be howling and it wouldn’t fucking matter. If anything, I would welcome it! It would only add to the high.

My eyes widen as the black and crimson bolts light up the blackened sky, blood rushing through my veins as my heart hammers in my chest. The smile on my face borderlining on manic. This… This… Was the freedom I hungered for, the freedom I was deprived of ever since the day I was born. This… Is true freedom. No responsibilities, no obligations, not even titles. There was no Demon of Empire City, no Electric Man, no Beast. There wasn’t even Human or Conduit. There is only Cole MacGrath. Only me in my truest and rawest form. I was a man, wild and free as I should have been from the very beginning!

My eyes spot the ruins of an old oil boomtown and I rush towards it, the storm hot on my heels as I start to climb and run across the abandoned buildings. Leaping and jumping, darting and gliding, going wherever I damn well pleased! Lightning strikes around me as I turn this town into a personal jungle gym. I spot the tallest oil rig in this crumbling ruin and I make a beeline towards it.

As I climb, I feel a drop of water on my face as rain starts to fall, but it didn’t stop me. No, it only urged me on. Every grip, every pull. I could feel my body heating up as electricity arched off the layer of water that was forming on my skin. I could swear it was heating up to the point where it was turning the liquid into steam. If anyone could see me, I bet I looked terrifying. Good.

I keep climbing until reaching the top, hoisting myself up to perch on the peak. The metal creaking and groaning under my feet as it holds my weight. My eyes surveys the land around me, all ripe for the taking. All mine. The manic grin grows wider as a thought flits in my head.

Now would be the perfect time to announce to the world who is now free.

I close my eyes as I focus in. Feeling the electricity coursing through my body like live wires; feeling the energy build and build. The storm reacts in kind as it builds in strength and intensity: wind gusting wildly, rain pouring down and thunder booming like cannon-shots all around me. I can feel it in my chest, a pressure, a spring inside tightening. The twisted sparks jump and arch off of my hands and arms as the rain steams off of my heating skin. My chest heaves as I breathe, letting the pressure build. Letting all the pain that I have suffered, the agony I was forced to endure burn in my heart. My lips curl into a sneer as I growl, feeling the sting of the hurt. It burns and boils my blood until the dam breaks.

My mouth opens wide and my chest tightens, but I hear no sound as I unleash several layers of hell around me with no regard or restraint. A flurry of lightning crashes and crackles around me as I feel the burning in my throat and the stinging in my chest. The wind whips into a howling gale and the rain becomes a torrent. My neck tightens and the muscles in my back and arms burn from tension and electricity as nothing but pure destruction rages around me.

I can feel my throat going raw and my chest growing tighter, every nerve firing as power flooded out. The sky turned a sickly green as a twister formed and joined the gale. My mind was a blur as every single ounce of pain was unleashed, my hurt, my fury, my suffering, my grief, all of it pouring into a scene of a god’s punishment. Buildings were felled: trees uprooted, grasses set alight and streets flooded. All around me was an apocalypse made manifest as I bend nature to my will.

With a deafening thundercrack and a blinding lightning strike, the last of the air leaves my lungs. My voice falls silent. The fury leaves me and the storm starts to abade. My chest heaves with heavy breaths as the tension releases. My body is so sore, yet so light; like I have purged something that has been festering inside me for years. My arms go slack and my back slouches as I watch the storm calm. The rain slowed to a gentle pitter-patter and the thunder rumbled quietly. The water on my skin now simply left its sheen on my body. The cooling water feels good, despite the tingling.

I climb down to the deck of the rig slowly, my muscles aching in protest as I do. Once my feet hit the solid platform, I lean my back against a support pillar and slide down into a sitting position, finally allowing my body to rest. The soreness in my body told me I overdone it, but I don’t care. I rest my head on the pillar and look up to the sky, watching the colored flashing in the clouds as the chaos faded away. The rain runs over my face; washing away the pain as I finally allow myself to do something I haven’t done ever since my becoming the Beast.

I cried.

Tears joined the water rivering down my face as I let the last of the pain go. My hoarse voice choking in my throat as the grief fully releases. The rain and the thunder becomes the balm to soothe the wounds in my soul that have been neglected for so long. The wind stills to a gentle breeze and a quiet whisper as I close my eyes and allow myself to lower my guard: be vulnerable, allowing myself to be a man. Nothing more, nothing less. My chest heaved with the quiet sobs that had been left caged inside for too long; shedding the tears that were long overdue. I may be alone, but now nobody was around to force anything onto me.

With the last choking cry leaving my mouth, my breathing normalized as I looked to the sky once more, a crack was opening in the clouds, revealing to me the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever lay upon.

A night sky in its purest form, a tapestry of shimmering stars and celestial clouds that turned the aether into a work of art that no being could ever replicate.

It was now that I could see. Just how truly free I am. Not only am I free: free to go where I want, when I want, free to take whatever I want, free to do whatever I pleased; I am free to feel however I wish to feel, be it joy, rage or pain. I am free to be whoever I want to be, whatever it might be. In this moment, this blissful moment of clarity; I am free to be a man.

I am finally free to be Cole MacGrath; the man behind the power.

I am finally free to be me.

#infamous 2 #infamous #InFAMOUS: No Man's Land #Cole MacGrath #fanfiction #Xeno Writes #demon of empire city #I'm really hoping you all like this #I'm having fun making this!

[themurphyzone]

Pinky Unleashed Ch 16

AN: Sorry this chapter took forever. I got distracted by lots of things lol

The Hurricane now rested in the underbrush by the riverbank, the majority of the body hidden under a pile of broad tropical leaves at Brain's instruction. 

Pinky and Chip were left alone while Brain inspected the exterior for damage from the attack, so after they buried the Hurricane under a leaf pile, Pinky gathered sturdy plant husks from the nearby trees and began weaving their hats for the trek into the rainforest. 

He'd already finished Chip's, who wore the rimmed hat with pride as he zipped around their landing site with his camera in hand, taking pictures of all the beauty nature had to offer. Brain's hat was almost finished. Pinky used part of a broken coconut husk for him. Brain's large brain needed to be protected from the elements. 

Pinky turned the coconut husk in his hands, not satisfied with it just yet. It was missing something, but Pinky just couldn’t pinpoint what.

He glanced up as a scarlet parrot squawked from a nearby tree and flew away, leaving several scattered feathers behind. They were beautiful, bright red, and just what Pinky needed to make Brain's hat extra special. 

Carefully, he picked out three of the brightest feathers and wove them onto the front of the coconut husk with strips of long grass. 

“What do you think, Chip?” Pinky asked, proudly holding up Brain’s finished hat. “The feathers will make sure everyone knows that Brain’s our leader!”  

"Looks great!" Chip exclaimed, spreading his photo collection in front of Pinky. They were all pictures of plants with the occasional bug or bird flying by. "This place sure is different from Rome, isn't it? I never knew plants could be this ginormous!" 

"Narf! It left me speechless when I saw the rainforest for the first time," Pinky said as he set Brain's hat aside to make room for the materials for his own. "Brain too, but I think that's cause I fell on top of him last time we were in a place like this." 

Chip looked around, but he didn't seem to find what he was looking for and gave up after a few seconds. 

"Speaking of Brain, where is he?" Chip asked. "He's missing out on all this amazing stuff!" 

Right on cue, there was a loud, booming echo from one of the plane's engines, followed by a string of profanity that would've made Pinky's grandmother wash Brain's mouth out with soap if she'd been around to hear it. 

That's not a sound I was hoping to hear…

Pinky jumped to his feet, grabbing Brain's hat so it didn't get lost. 

"Come on, Chip!" Pinky called over his shoulder. "Brain probably got his big lumpy head caught in something again!" 

They hurried over to the plane and found Brain by the broken engine. His fur was ashen with soot, and he was coughing up a storm while the engine emitted a thin trail of smoke. He was carrying several broken pieces of metal. 

"I've discovered how the engine failed," Brain growled, dumping the broken parts onto the ground. He grinded them into the dust underfoot, his face pinched with frustration. "I've been clearing out Microbot parts from both engines. I believe these units broke off from the main body of the enemy plane for the purpose of jamming our engines to render escape impossible. Fortunately, they didn't succeed with the right engine. There was only some minor damage that I was able to repair quickly. That said, the left engine is a different story." 

Pinky wasn't a mechanical wizard like Brain, but he didn't need to be one to see the large, gaping hole in the left wing or the sputtering smoke trail coming out from the engine. 

"I'll spare you the technical explanation since neither of you will understand it anyway, but in short, the engine's most vital components have been damaged beyond repair, and my efforts in saving the engine have only exploded in my face." 

Brain pointed to the singed fur on his cheeks. 

"Egad! Just like all your plans to take over the world!" Pinky exclaimed. 

Brain glared at him. "Thank you for your incredibly insightful observation, Pinky." 

Pinky rocked back on his toes. "Awww, it's nothing, Brain!" 

Warm fuzzies formed in his stomach upon hearing Brain's appreciation. 

But Chip didn't share Pinky's enthusiasm. He glanced at the broken engine with worry. 

"We aren't gonna be stuck here, are we? What if I never see a chocolate store again?" Chip grabbed his ears in panic. Brain fixed him with an icy glare, and Chip cleared his throat quickly. "Oh…and getting to the other Gaia Temples. Haha…that's a problem too…" 

Brain rolled his eyes. "Putting your disturbing obsession with confectionaries aside, we'll work towards the additional goal of finding parts for a brand new engine, preferably anything metallic. The engine won't be state of the art or anything fancy, but I'm willing to work with anything we can scrounge up under these circumstances. Perhaps we'll be able to find a village or an outpost somewhere in this jungle while we're searching for the Temple. We can stop and look for parts then." 

He swept out an arm to indicate all the broken Microbots surrounding the Hurricane. 

"Chip, store all these broken Microbots in the Hurricane so I can examine them when we come back. I'll repurpose them for parts later. Meanwhile, I'll salvage what I can from the engine. And as for you, Pinky…" 

Upon hearing his name, Pinky quickly stood in an attentive pose. 

"Make sure our supplies are in order for the journey ahead," Brain said. "I left the Earth Gem and a compass on my seat in the cockpit. Put those items with the others. And don't touch anything no matter how tempting it may be. That will be all. We'll reconvene in an hour." 

He started to walk away, and Pinky realized he hadn't given the hat to Brain yet. How was he supposed to trek through the jungle without a cool hat? 

"Brain, hold on a sec!" Pinky called. 

Brain stopped, his ear twitching impatiently. They didn't have a lot of time, and Pinky could hear Brain's scolding for the delay before he even said anything. 

"I finished your hat!" Pinky quickly said, depositing the decorated coconut shell into Brain's arms and stepping back so he didn't have too much physical contact with him. "Everyone will know you're the leader once you wear red feathers! It's a law of the jungle!" 

Brain raised an eyebrow, staring down at the husk that had been repurposed as a hat. 

"...leader?" he murmured in disbelief. 

He wasn't putting on the hat. 

Brain was always jumping at the chance to be in charge. Pinky thought he would've appreciated an accessory to compliment his natural leader skills. 

I messed up somewhere, didn't I? Maybe I should've used bigger feathers or the thicker grass under the canopy. 

He'd been so confident that Brain would proudly wear it too. 

Maybe he needed some time to get used to the hat? It was admittedly unusual and flashy. 

Pinky turned to the plane, though he knew he'd never be able to focus on gathering supplies now. What if he forgot something important again? What if his mistake costed them dearly in the jungle? 

Then he heard Brain make an awkward half-cough, half-gagging noise, like he was trying to hack up a hairball and get Pinky's attention at the same time. 

"Ahem. I um…I'll be crawling into an unstable structure anyway. The extra head protection will be useful," Brain hastily said as he donned the hat. 

The coconut husk framed the dome of his large forehead perfectly.

"You look really good," Pinky complimented him with a smile.

Brain blushed, his cheeks and eartips flushing bright red before he left a trail of dirt in his wake that would've made Speedy Gonzalez jealous. 

Pinky had never seen anyone crawl into a plane engine that fast before. 

But Brain seemed to like his hat. Chip too.

Pinky flexed his fingers. They were clawless and nimble now, but when night fell…

He took a deep breath and tried to not think about his clumsiness in his monstrous form. 

They like my hats. That's all I need. I…I have to stop being a worrywart. They're relying on me to help them through the jungle. 

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky found the Earth Gem and the compass on the pilot's seat, right where Brain said they'd be. He'd spent the past hour packing, unpacking, repacking, and re-unpacking the three backpacks they were taking into the rainforest.

It was a lot of packing, and it was an extremely important job that Pinky took seriously. Some of the contents had spilled all over the plane during the Microsponge plane's attack, so Pinky had to hunt down all the items again. 

Protein bars and trail mix for extra energy. The backpacks could fit quite a lot into them, and Pinky made sure to stuff food into every corner he could. The canteens were filled with refreshing, cool water. Worried that they might run out quickly, Pinky had slotted another water bottle into Chip's pack in case they needed a refill.

Bug spray for pesky mosquitoes. Extra rope for hard to reach places. Sleeping bags for camping out. Flashlights and extra batteries in case of a monster attack.

Pinky had even included a small joke book to read just so they'd have something to laugh at. Nobody would be afraid of monsters if they were too busy listening to bad yet hilarious puns. 

Soon Pinky and Chip's backpacks were filled, and the only items left to pack were the compass and Earth Gem for Brain.

Pinky cleared enough space to fit the requested items into the backpack. But as he stuffed them inside, Brain's backpack just felt…unfinished. 

It should've been enough, but somehow, it wasn't.

What am I missing? 

Pinky tapped his chin as he tried to come up with an answer. While he pondered between figuring out what exactly he was missing and if the witch who lived in the gingerbread house ever ate her own furniture, he was startled by a loud yelp and thud behind him. 

His fur bristled, expecting a Dark Gaia creature to leap at him with its claws extended. 

But it was only Chip, who was lying on top of a broken Microbot he dropped. 

"Owww…these things are too heavy…" Chip groaned, rolling off the Microbot and landing on his back. 

There were already a dozen Microbots lined up along the wall. They clearly weren't in working condition from their broken propellers and cracked lens, but they were a bit on the creepy side. 

"There's more out there, but it took me forever just to move these!" Chip complained. "You think Brain will be happy with the ones I brought in? I don't think I can move any more."  

Egad, that's it! 

"Chip, are you pondering what I'm pondering?" Pinky exclaimed eagerly, rushing over to the Microbot and flipping it onto its side. One of the panels had been knocked loose, so it was easy to rip away and leave all the colorful wires exposed. 

"Huh…that dark spot on the ceiling sure looks like the professor eating a cucumber sandwich," Chip said. 

"Well no, I was actually-wait, it does?" Unable to help his curiosity, Pinky laid on his back to see the dark spot for himself. Sure enough, the resemblance was uncanny. "Narf! Whaddya know, it really does look like the professor! You should take a picture, Chip. We'll send it to him once we get the chance!" 

Chip quickly grabbed his camera and snapped the photo. 

Within seconds, a paper popped out of the slot. 

While Chip admired his new photo, Pinky stood up and reached into the inside of the Microbot. He tore away all of the loose wiring he could find before noticing a small, green triangular piece that had little lines running through it. 

It was exactly the sort of high-tech doohickey Brain enjoyed so much. 

"This is what I was pondering, Chip," Pinky said. He tugged the doohickey free from the Microbot and snipped a particularly stubborn wire with his teeth. "We didn't have any cool science-y stuff last time we were dropped in the middle of the rainforest. It made Brain really jittery, so having some bits to tinker around with can help him a lot this time! Plus, we have plenty of floss around now. You gotta take care of your teeth since you eat so much chocolate, Chip!"

Chip winced. "I don't think I like being called Chocolate Chip anymore. Sophia kinda ruined that for me. She gave me the creeps…" 

Pinky had to agree with him there. Sophia and all of her coworkers at Microsponge's Rome branch had creeped him out with their strange enthusiasm in working nonstop and neglecting their personal lives. 

Would they have that same energy if they hadn't been possessed? 

“How ‘bout we call you Cookie Dough next time we have to make up a name?” Pinky asked as he shoved the wires and triangular piece into Brain’s backpack. 

“Cookie Dough?” Chip tilted his head, not sold on the name just yet. 

Pinky nodded. “Like chocolate chip cookie dough! I think it fits!” 

Chip licked his lips. “Sounds delicious!” 

Now that they’d settled on Chip’s fake name, Pinky pushed Chip’s backpack towards him, whose excitement quickly disappeared. 

“So, are you ready for your first ever safari?” Pinky asked as Chip hesitantly put on the backpack. “We’ve got lots to explore!” 

“A-are you sure about this?” Chip asked. He tested his wings, and it took him a moment to take flight with the extra weight on his back. “We don’t even know where the Temple is…” 

Pinky nodded. “Well, of course we don’t know where the Temple is. That’s why we gotta explore the rainforest to find out more!” 

Chip shivered, hanging back while Pinky slung his own backpack over his shoulders and grabbed Brain’s by the straps. 

“I don’t know, Pinky…” Chip murmured. “Brain made it sound really dangerous, and I don’t wanna be a snack for some scary predator. Not that I think I’ll taste good to them or anything…well, I guess I’m just a little worried. Maybe more than a little worried. I’m a lot worried.” 

Chip touched his necklace in uncertainty, and Pinky sensed that Chip’s worries were about more than just the rainforest. 

“Is this about your memories?” Pinky asked. 

Chip slowly nodded. 

“Teros said the Master entrusted me with this necklace…except I don’t remember meeting any Master!” Chip zipped outside the plane in a panic. “And why would I be trusted with something as powerful as this? I don’t know if I did anything big that impressed the Master or if I can control this power at all! It just activates whenever it feels like it!” 

He breathed heavily, tugging at his ears as he landed with a thud on the ramp of the Hurricane. He laid on his backpack and stared up into the endless treetops. 

Pinky’s hand tightened around the straps of Brain’s backpack. Brain always told him not to look directly at the sun, but it was a habit he couldn’t shake now. He didn’t have a clock to tell him the time, and the sun would be coming down earlier and earlier until eternal darkness fell. 

He understood Chip’s fear with his powers all too well. 

I can’t control my powers either. At least Chip’s necklace can heal…all I can do is destroy stuff. Sometimes I’m able to keep it down, but I can’t stop myself when I get mean and scary. What if I can’t come back from it? What if I-

Pinky slapped himself and shoved that thought into the bad thoughts jail where it belonged. It was silly to be worrying about something like that when there was an entire rainforest to explore while the sun was still up. 

A melody popped into his head, a catchy tune that would solve all his little problems, and he hummed his song as he approached Chip, who glanced at him in confusion. 

“Why are you humming?” he asked.

Pinky kept his eyes on the sky, keeping his arms folded so Chip couldn’t see his twitching fingers. 

“Cause it helps me not worry about anything,” he replied. “Haven’t you ever heard of Hakuna Matata before?” 

Chip just seemed more confused than ever. “Hakuna mawhata?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow at the strangeness of the phrase. 

“Hakuna Matata.” Pinky made sure to emphasize every syllable. “It means no worries. So if you ever have fears or doubts you can’t get rid of, just say Hakuna Matata and all your worrywarting will fly away! Besides, if we aren’t worrying about anything, then Dark Gaia can’t eat our emotions!” 

“Okay, let’s see…Hakuna Matata,” Chip closed his eyes and shuddered as he said the two-word phrase. “Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata, Hokuma Madada….” 

Then he leapt into the air with a carefree twirl, his backpacking not weighing him down. 

“Wow, not worrying about anything feels great!” Chip exclaimed. He blew a raspberry and stomped the ground. “Hey Dark Gaia, how does it feel to be hungry? You can’t eat my emotions today! Nope! Why doncha go eat something your own size? Cause guess what? I’m not afraid of you! I’m not afraid of anything!” 

“That’s it! Stick it to that snake, Chip!” Pinky cheered. 

It was amazing how Chip understood the spirit of Hakuna Matata so fast!

“You know what you can do? Cause I know what you can do!” Chip taunted as he continued to stomp the soil. “Why doncha find a happy place with chocolate bars and gumdrops and rainbow gelato or something where your spooky powers never, ever work again? Cause that would be-AHHHH!” 

With a loud shriek of terror, Chip shot up into the nearest tree and clung to the lowest branch, his entire body shuddering in fear with his fur puffed out. Below him, Brain stood in the place he’d been moments ago with his hand still stretched out. 

He must’ve snuck up on Chip from behind. 

“I made no effort to mask my presence,” Brain scoffed. “So let this be a lesson in vigilance. You would’ve been halfway digested at this point if I were a lion.”

Pinky climbed down from the ramp and gave Brain his backpack. He was still wearing the hat Pinky made for him. 

Feathers really did suit Brain well. 

“I put the compass and gem in your bag just like you asked. And a few special surprises too,” Pinky said. He couldn’t wait for Brain to discover the wires and the green, tech-y piece he found. 

Brain quickly checked the contents of his backpack and took out the compass, then closed the flap and slung it onto his back, nodding to Pinky in approval. The needle trembled on the compass as Brain pointed it in every direction until he finally faced the river. 

“Then quit wasting daylight and come along. We have a lot of ground to cover.”  

o-o-o-o-o 

They followed the river downstream, keeping the murky water in sight as they fought through the underbrush at the edge of the treeline. Though Brain put out the idea of building a raft and riding the current to cover a wider distance like they’d done once before, Pinky took a close look at the flow of the river, which swirled in whirlpool-like patterns. 

It didn’t seem to flow downstream like a normal river, and something within Pinky’s instincts screamed that trying to raft down the river wasn’t a good idea. Especially when Chip was inexperienced and Brain had fallen out of the raft last time.

“No, no, our raft would be bashed and smashed against those rocks over there,” Pinky said, pointing to a cluster of rocks where the water churned out a thick white foam as it clashed violently against stone. 

Brain’s shoulders slumped. 

“I mean, it’s not a bad plan if we were following a lazier river…” Pinky said, trying to keep Brain from being too dejected over a plan that sank before it could even swim. “Just not this one.” 

“I can’t believe I missed an entire set of rapids…” Brain groaned. 

He still wouldn’t put the compass down. He’d been staring at the device ever since they left the plane. 

“It’s right in front of us,” Pinky pointed out. “Maybe if you put the compass down for a moment-” 

“And get us lost?” Brain snapped. “I don’t think so. The Earth’s magnetic field has entirely destabilized, and the compass requires constant monitoring or we can’t be certain we’re heading due south.”

There were plenty of things in the environment they could’ve used as a direction, like moss, a stick, or the sun, if only Brain would stop and take notice of them. 

Besides, it wasn’t often they got to bask in beautiful nature. They spent most of their time around humans, and the little glimpses of nature they got were only in small gardens, parks, and zoos. 

Pinky wondered if the cities they’d been to had all been like this once. If they’d ever been as wild and free and untamed as this rainforest.

“I know saving the world is important…and I know taking over is just as important to you…but haven’t you ever taken a moment to just stop and look, Brain? It’s so pretty here. I’m really glad Dark Gaia hasn’t ruined this place.” 

But Brain shook his head, still staring down at his compass. 

“There’s a high probability that Dark Gaia has influenced this rainforest, but we aren’t seeing the full effects during the daytime,” Brain replied. “Bearing that in mind, we need to make as much progress as we can before nightfall. We don’t know what kind of monsters this place can spawn.” 

Really scary ones, Pinky wanted to say, an image of his own monstrous form flashing through his mind.

“Hakuna Matata,” Pinky whispered to himself. Worrying about that wasn’t gonna get him anywhere. 

Since Brain’s eyes were still on the compass, Pinky quickly shielded his eyes and glanced up at the sun, which was partially shielded by the enormous trees. 

It wasn’t as high as before, but Pinky figured they could still cover a good distance before…

Nope. If I don’t think about it, I can’t be scared. 

To get his mind off the time, he watched Chip hover above the riverbank. He curiously touched the tall reeds, which swayed from the breeze his wing flaps created. Then he picked up a rock and dropped it into the water, which made a satisfying splash. 

He was stunned by the impact at first, but once the shock wore off, he picked up a larger rock and dropped it into the river. He shrieked in delight when it created an even bigger splash, the water gushing up and hitting him in the face. 

Pinky smiled. He was happy for Chip, who was slowly and surely coming out of his comfort zone as he experienced the rainforest for the very first time. 

Chip skimmed along the river’s surface, the orb on his necklace shining brightly. 

The green light bounced off the water’s surface and fell upon a strange, bumpy log. It was greenish-brown in color, and though Pinky thought it was moss at first, he noticed a slitted yellow eye sitting at the very top of the log. 

Its pupil was fixated right on Chip.

Countless slitted green eyes glared at Pinky, its long, needle-like claws poised and ready to strike, a deep, guttural laugh emanating from its core…

Fear coursed through Pinky’s entire body as he shoved past the reeds and balanced on the unstable silt and pebbles by the river, ignoring Brain shouting at him to stay away from the bank. 

“Hi, Pinky!” Chip waved, not noticing the glittering eye lurking several feet behind him. “You and Brain should come in and join me! The water’s great!”

“CHIP, GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!” Pinky bellowed. 

But Chip just stared at him blankly. 

The water bubbled under him. 

That was all the warning Chip had before an enormous, sharptoothed maw emerged from the murky water. Chip screamed, his eyes wide and fur puffed out in terror. 

“CHIP!” Pinky yelled. 

The fear in Pinky’s voice finally spurred Chip to flee the river. 

A massive crocodile lunged into the air, murky water splashing in every direction. Its sharp fangs glinted in the sunlight, and the ground quaked when it let out a tremendous bellow and charged directly for Chip. 

“Fly higher, Chip!” Pinky shrieked when he realized Chip was only skimming the river’s surface. 

“I can’t!” Chip wailed as he rushed towards the bank. “The water’s bogging down my wings!” 

Before Pinky could jump into the river to distract the crocodile, Chip crashed into him, unable to control his wings while the droplets clung to them. They lost their balance on the unsteady slope and tumbled to the ground, and Pinky found himself pinned underneath Chip. 

Pinky tried to pull himself free, but Chip barely budged. He was in too much shock from his near-death experience to move, his entire body trembling from fright and cold. The river water dripped off his fur, weighing him down and splashing onto Pinky. 

The crocodile bellowed triumphantly, its yellow eyes glinting in the sunlight as it hauled itself onto the bank. Pinky froze at the sight of his reflection in its slitted, narrow gaze. 

A large, purple snake loomed over Pinky, hissing cruelly while its forked tongue flickered between hooked fangs. Pinky couldn’t breathe, nor could he run away. He closed his eyes as he waited for the snake’s painful bite, knowing that this agony and terror was only the beginning….

“PINKY!” a familiar voice called his name, and Pinky’s vision of the scary serpent broke. A hand clamped down on his wrist and yanked him free from the weight on his back. 

Shocked by Brain’s sudden appearance, all Pinky could do was stare at his wrist where Brain had touched him. Tingles crawled up Pinky’s arm, and though he wanted to enjoy it, he knew he couldn’t get used to it. 

He would only hurt Brain if they got too comfortable. And not in the funny cartoonish way either. 

“Br-Brain, you really shouldn’t-” 

But Brain shoved him in the direction of a nearby tree that grew near the bank, its long branches extending to its fellow trees in the rainforest. 

“Don’t argue with me, Pinky! Take Chip and climb that tree over there!” Brain ordered before he rushed towards the crocodile, whose powerful jaws were parted in a toothy smirk, ready to devour Brain whole…

…until Brain hurled his compass into the crocodile’s maw, which snapped shut and scattered shards of clear and golden glass everywhere. 

The crocodile’s slitted eyes expanded to round black pupils as it roared in pain, glass still stuck in its bleeding gums as its entire body wildly thrashed. 

With the crocodile distracted, Brain hurried over to Chip and yanked him onto his feet. Chip stumbled and nearly fell over again, his fur still heavily waterlogged.

“Hurry before that apex predator recovers!” Brain urged them. 

Pinky and Chip quickly pushed past the tall grass and reeds in their blind dash for the tree, the pebble-filled soil tripping them multiple times, though their desire to not be a side character in a horror movie pushed them forward. 

Chip hopped over an enormous root, and though he couldn’t fly properly, his rapid wingbeats allowed him to scale the tree to safety first. 

He settled into the crook of a branch and hugged the trunk as he worriedly watched the mice from above.

Pinky hauled himself onto the root and grabbed hold of the trunk, which were full of little footholds and knobs to make his climb easier. He was halfway up the tree when Brain finally made it to the root. 

Brain was breathing heavily, struggling to run with the weight of his backpack. His pink eyes were wide and panicked as he glanced over his shoulder. 

The crocodile snarled, a shard of glass sticking out of its mouth as it glared at Brain, the distraction finally wearing off. 

Brain climbed over the root clumsily, dropping like a stone onto his stomach when he slipped off the top. 

Snarling, the crocodile caught up to Brain, its claws scoring deep marks into the root. A low rumble emanated from its throat as it advanced on Brain, who finally made it to the base of the trunk. 

“Come on! Climb up!” Chip shouted at Brain. His wings fluttered, but they were too bogged down with water for him to fly Brain out of harm’s way. 

Brain made a frightened noise as he tried to grab hold of the bark and haul himself up, but he could only manage short hops. His limbs were too short for him to reach the same handholds as Pinky and Chip. 

The crocodile stalked towards Brain, its powerful tail swishing in anticipation. 

Brain’s pupils shrank, his ears falling against his shoulders. He stopped clawing at the tree, his body even more rooted in place than the tree itself. 

“Brain!” Pinky called out, trying to snap him out of it, but Brain wasn’t responding to his or Chip’s screams. 

He’s not gonna make it on his own! The only one who can help him is…me. 

Even if he had to carry Brain up the tree himself. 

Pinky’s fingers curled into the bark, a vision of claws slicing through a fragile body flashing through his mind. 

But that thought vanished into thin air as Brain cowered against the tree, the crocodile’s approach slowing as if it wanted to draw out Brain’s terror.

Pinky quickly snapped off a nearby stick and leapt off the trunk, tumbling through the air and landing on the crocodile’s long, scaly snout. The crocodile reared back, hissing and thrashing as it tried to shake Pinky off. But Pinky clung on tightly, aimed the stick at the crocodile’s flared nostril, and jabbed the stick inside. 

The crocodile’s hiss turned into a deafening bellow, and Pinky leapt off the snout while it was distracted. But with the crocodile swinging its head in every direction, Pinky clumsily landed on his stomach. 

But he recovered quickly. Getting Brain to safety was more important than anything else. 

Springing to his feet, Pinky rushed towards Brain and secured him in the crook of his arm. Brain blinked, the fear in his eyes giving way to hesitant trust as his hands gripped Pinky’s fur. 

Pinky tried not to think about it too hard as he pushed himself off the ground and climbed with his feet, left hand, and tail. 

Brain gasped, his feet scrabbling for solid ground until he wrapped his legs around Pinky’s body and clung tightly. 

Pinky almost leapt out of skin in shock, and he was almost ready to take his chances with the crocodile instead of facing the likelihood of severely injuring his friend. 

But Brain was counting on him. And Pinky couldn’t just let him down. 

Just pretend you’re delivering a package to a squirrel. A really, really important package that you can’t drop no matter what. 

It was a long way to the low-hanging branch where Chip waited. 

Still, up was the only direction they could go to escape the crocodile. 

Pinky adjusted his grip on Brain as he climbed, his tail swishing from side to side to counterbalance Brain’s weight. 

The entire tree shook. Brain yelped, tucking his head under Pinky’s chin. The coconut husk was rough and scratchy, but that didn’t bother Pinky as much as the fear in Brain’s face or the crocodile bashing the tree with its head. 

“Hurry up before that monster brings down the whole tree!” Chip called from somewhere above their heads. 

Pinky’s right foot slipped, and for a scary moment, his foot dangled in the air before he was able to wrap his tail around a knot long enough to find another foothold. 

Brain squeaked, a noise Pinky rarely heard him make. He’d always said squeaking was undignified and unbefitting of a world ruler. 

It wasn’t just the crocodile or the great height that was causing Brain to react with fear that he couldn’t hide away like all of his other emotions.  

And Brain’s panic was starting to make Pinky feel nervous too. He couldn’t just let Brain be scared like this. Not when they were so close to safety. 

“We’re almost there, Brain. We’ll make it. You’ll see,” Pinky whispered to him. 

Brain took a deep, shuddering breath. His grip was still tight, but not overly clingy and desperate like before. 

With Brain somewhat calmer, Pinky looked for a nearby handhold, but there weren’t a lot of options. The nearest handhold was several feet away, and Pinky would have to make a leap of faith just to make it that far. 

He didn’t want to say anything to Brain yet. There was no need to make him panic all over again. 

Just when Pinky was about to take an enormous risk, a long, green vine dropped down next to him. 

“Grab on! I’ll pull you up!” Chip shouted. He’d tied the end of the vine around a branch and held onto the loose end. 

Pinky smiled and grabbed the vine, letting Chip do the rest of the work in hauling them to safety. The crocodile was just a large, dull green splotch on the ground now. It circled the base of the tree, but its claws weren’t made for climbing. 

The branch was large and thick enough for all three of them to stand on. 

With a quick nudge from Pinky, Brain slowly opened his eyes. He nearly toppled over once he saw how high they were, but once he saw Chip extending his hand for extra help, he quickly accepted the offer and pulled himself onto the branch. 

Once Brain’s feet were finally on steady ground, he grabbed the strap of Pinky’s backpack and hauled him up too. 

Chip was about to collapse from the strain of hauling them up, but Brain shoved him so he’d remain upright.  

“We aren’t out of the woods yet,” Brain said, pointing down to the circling crocodile. “We’ll travel above the ground until we put sufficient distance between us and that overgrown lizard.”

Chip gave him a confused look. “I thought we were heading into the woods.” 

“We don’t have time to teach you the intricacies of the English language,” Brain said. He took off his backpack and dug through it, though he couldn’t seem to find whatever he was looking for. “We need to…need to…” 

He pulled out the Earth Gem briefly and stared at it, as if willing it to glow and point the way to the Temple. But it never did, so he had no choice but to put it away. 

Brain slumped over his backpack. 

“Um…do you need a snack break?” Pinky asked awkwardly. 

He thought Brain had recovered from their near-death experience a little quickly. Usually he had to brood and sulk for a while until he was ready to make another world domination plan. 

“No,” Brain scowled and folded his arms. “I don’t need a snack break. I need my compass back. We can’t head due south without it.” 

Despite his annoyed tone, Brain rubbed his arm with uncertainty before rummaging through his backpack again. But it didn’t seem like he wasn’t coming up with anything that could replace the lost compass. 

“So how do we know which way is the right way? Or the left way? Or the way to the Temple if it’s not right or left?” Chip asked, running his hands down his face.

Not wanting Brain and Chip to drive themselves into total panic, Pinky quickly looked around for something they could use. Then he spotted a patch of moss on the side of the tree.   

“Hey, there’s moss here!” Pinky exclaimed. “We should go in the direction the moss doesn’t face!” 

“Why?” Chip asked. He was still a rookie when it came to the wilderness. 

“Moss grows on the north side of trees!” Pinky exclaimed. “And we’re supposed to be heading south to the Temple! So we should head away from the moss! Isn’t that right, Brain?” 

Brain stopped sorting through his backpack and glanced up at the sky. 

“The sun will set in that direction over there, towards the west,” Brain said, pointing to the sun’s current position in the sky. It was lower than when they’d left the Hurricane, and Pinky hid his hands behind his back, trying to focus on Brain’s words instead. “It lines up with the moss’s position. It’s not my preferred method of navigation, but we don’t have much of a choice.” 

He carefully avoided eye contact with Pinky. 

Nobody brought up the position of the sun, which now lay halfway between its peak and the lowest point of the horizon. 

Nobody had a way to tell the exact time. They’d left the cell phone behind in the Hurricane. It wouldn’t be helpful without wi-fi or a power outlet anyway.

All they could do was watch the sun and anticipate nightfall. 

“Hakuna matata,” Pinky whispered to himself, doing his best to not shrink in on himself.  

Brain finally straightened up and put on his backpack. He gave Pinky a concerned look, but quickly averted his gaze to the direction they needed to travel. 

“Let’s go. The sooner we lose that scaly behemoth, the better,” Brain announced as he moved to the end of the tapering branch. 

He tested its weight with its foot before making the short leap to the next tree. 

Brain seemed way too eager to move ahead, and Pinky didn’t think it was the Temple that was spurring him on. 

“Get over here, Chip! I require your flight abilities! And Pinky better be with you!” Brain called. He was just a tiny white speck among the enormous green leaves. 

Chip fluttered his wings, which had finally dried out enough for him to fly. He lifted himself off the branch and extended a hand to Pinky. 

“Want a ride?” he offered. 

That was nice of him, but Pinky folded his hands behind his back, unsure if he wanted anyone to touch him again so soon. 

He could touch his friends if they were in danger, but now that they were out of the crocodile’s reach…

Brain’s not saying anything. He didn’t want a monster to carry him to safety. 

Realizing Chip was still watching him, Pinky waved him off. 

“I-it’s nothing, zort. I can manage just fine,” Pinky said awkwardly. “I was just wondering…um, if you wanted to know the rest of the lyrics to Hakuna Matata!” 

Chip’s eyes sparkled. “There’s more?” 

Pinky leapt to the next branch. Maybe a good safari song was what they were missing. 

It would keep his mind off things for sure. And Chip wouldn’t ask too many questions Pinky didn’t want to answer. 

“Okay, Chip. Repeat after me,” Pinky said, clearing his throat. He snapped off a small twig with a leaf bud on the end to use as a microphone. “Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase!” 

o-o-o-o-o 

“-it’s our problem-freeeeeeee philosophyyyyyyy!” 

Chip picked up on the lyrics quickly even if he’d never heard the song before. Pinky joined in, belting the words at the top of his lungs. 

As long as they sang, the bad thoughts couldn’t get to them. 

Brain scowled and covered his ears, but since he was standing on a rather thin, whippy branch, he lost his balance and fell forward. 

“If both of you don’t cease your incessant racket right now, so help me I am going to hakuna both of your matatas,” he grumbled, trying to regain his footing. 

He hadn’t joined in with the song, even though it helped pass the time while they traveled south through the treetops. 

“You should sing something too, Brain!” Pinky suggested. “Chip’s never heard your lovely singing voice before.” 

“Absolutely not,” Brain snapped. “Your saccharine Disney musical numbers will only attract predators to our location and slow us down. We don’t have to be concerned about crocodiles up here, but there are still birds of prey, tree vipers, and opportunistic omnivores that make their home in the canopy.” 

Chip frowned. “Aw, don’t be like that Brain,” he said. “This song’s doing wonders for me! You should learn it sometime!”

But Brain only scowled at him. 

Chip dropped onto the branch next to Pinky and wilted under the intense glare. 

Brain broke off a sharp twig, slashing away at the thick maze of leaves in front of them. Chip shifted closer to Pinky while they waited for Brain to finish clearing the path. 

“Pinky?” he whispered, standing a little too close for Pinky’s comfort. 

Pinky moved away from him, though he tried his best to not be too obvious since Chip seemed a little troubled. 

“You okay, Chip?” Pinky asked. 

Chip made a so-so gesture with his hand. 

“Um…I guess? It’s just…I can’t really figure out Brain,” Chip said nervously. “It feels like we’re friends one minute, and the next we’re not. It’s a little confusing.” 

“Oh, you just need to speak his language,” Pinky suggested. Since Chip would be traveling with them for a while, it would be good for him and Brain to get along as friends. He knew Brain could be a little difficult sometimes, but Pinky knew how to break down his walls. “He always likes explaining stuff with big fancy words. You could try asking him to explain something you don’t understand.” 

Chip looked around at their surroundings, running his finger down an enormous broad leaf curiously. “These leaves are a lot bigger than the ones in Rome. I guess I’m a little curious about that?”  

He seemed unsure, but that sounded like a great starter question to Pinky. 

Pinky gave him a thumbs-up. “That’s perfect! Go on, Brain can tell you more!” 

Chip waited for Brain to finish clearing the leaves from their path, not wanting to be scratched by the sharp stick he was waving around. Brain didn’t seem to notice their conversation at all. He’d been super focused on clearing the way instead. 

“Hey, Brain! I’ve got a quick question for you!” Chip shouted, zipping over to Brain, who was trying to step over a small gap between trees. His sudden yell caused Brain to look up, right when his foot was over the gap. 

Startled, Brain tumbled off the branch with a yelp, his stick falling out of sight. Chip swooped down quickly and caught him by the tail, hauling him to the next tree with a hasty apology.  

“Sorry!” Chip bowed his head once a very irate Brain was safely back on the tree branch. “I’ll be more careful next time!” 

Brain dusted himself off, fists shaking with barely contained restraint. “You’d better be. For your own sake, I hope your question pertains to our mission.” 

Pinky cleared the gap between trees with ease, though he landed on a thinner branch than Brain and Chip had. But it was fun fun silly-willy to sway in the wind like a leaf, so he didn’t mind at all. 

“Just hear him out, Brain!” Pinky said, belly-crawling along the branch until he reached his friends. “I told him you’d be able to answer his question!” 

Brain sighed and rubbed his temple. “I should’ve known both of you would collaborate to ask the most inane question possible…” 

“Well, I guess it’s not really mission-related, but how come these leaves are so enormous? The plants in Rome never grew anywhere this big,” Chip asked. 

Just as Pinky predicted, Brain’s pink eyes lit up once he realized it was a question he definitely knew the answer to. And while Pinky didn’t understand everything Brain said, he loved hearing his voice anyway. And geeking out over science-y stuff always seemed to cheer Brain up too. 

“Plants and their leaves are naturally larger in tropical regions. There’s an abundance of rain and moisture to help them grow to impressive heights. But there’s also competition for sunlight, so plants require large leaves to absorb as much as they can,” Brain explained. He took hold of a leaf that was much bigger than all three of them combined and pointed to the long green lines that ran across the leaf. “Now, leaves contain a substance called chlorophyll, which makes plants appear green. The chlorophyll is contained in structures called chloroblasts, and they absorb sunlight and water. The sunlight is converted into glucose through photosynthesis, which provides food for the plant. And the water is stored within the central vacuole until the plant needs it. Then the water will exit through the cell wall and travel up the veins of the leaf, providing more sustenance when the plant requires it. Does that make sense?” 

Chip rubbed his arm, frowning even though he seemed to be trying really hard to understand Brain’s explanation. 

“I…um, still don’t really get it,” Chip admitted. 

Brain blinked at him before running a hand down his face, ears drooping when he realized Chip hadn’t understood much. 

“Perhaps we should stop wasting time then,” Brain said, sounding more frustrated at himself than anything. “You probably wouldn’t understand the process of cellular respiration and the nitrogen cycle anyway.” 

Chip chuckled awkwardly. “Heh. Yeah, I really wouldn’t…” 

This wasn’t how Pinky hoped the conversation would go. Brain and Chip didn’t share any common interests beyond saving the world, but Pinky really wanted them to have one. 

“Hakuna Matata,” Pinky whispered to himself. That was yet another worry he had to throw far away from here. 

Brain cleared his throat, eager to get past all the awkwardness and return to their goal. He pointed to a patch of moss growing in a crook between branches, then to a gnarled tree whose trunk bent at an odd angle. 

“Watch for any signs of a hidden Temple,” Brain reminded them. 

They marched through the greenery, listening to the buzzing of insects, distant grunts of animals below them, and loud birdsongs that echoed through the rainforest. Although Pinky found an odd pattern in the bark of a tree that bore an uncanny resemblance to Scarlet Johansson, and half of Chip’s fluffy tail got caught on a stubborn puddle of sap, nobody spotted anything that led to the Temple itself.

The rainforest quickly became dense as they ventured further in, the treetops blocking the graying sky above. Their pace was much slower than it had been before, since the tree branches were damp and wrapped in thick vines and sticky leaves. They had to watch their step, which was difficult when it was getting darker and darker by the minute. 

Pinky’s heart raced, and though he tried his hardest to find any unusual patterns, it was getting more difficult to focus while a sense of dread settled into his stomach.  

Don’t worry. The sun’s still there, he tried to assure himself. 

But he kept touching the tips of his nails, just to make sure they weren’t growing sharper. He didn’t feel the pain that came with his transformation yet, but not knowing when it would come only made it worse. 

He was lagging behind Brain and Chip, and apart from warning them of a beehive so they could avoid it, he hadn’t done much to be helpful. Chip was doing a great job of helping Brain cross gaps he’d normally have problems with, his wings providing a boost in more than one instance. 

I’ll have to climb down eventually. I’ll be too heavy for the trees soon. 

There could be all sorts of creatures creeping around on the rainforest floor, normal rainforest animals and Dark Gaia monsters alike. If he had to fight any of them…

I can’t control myself. I don’t know what I’m capable of, and I’m not sure I want to know. Just…try to put it out of mind. It’s getting harder to hakuna matata, but I’ve got to try. 

“-just comes on whenever it feels like it! But I swear I’m trying!” 

“Well, try harder!” 

“Can’t you use a flashlight?” 

“I’m not wasting our limited battery power when you have a source of light that doesn’t require lithium! The flashlights are for emergency use only!”

“And not being able to see more than ten feet in front of us isn’t an emergency?” 

Brain and Chip’s argument was becoming too heated for Pinky’s liking. He covered his ears, though it didn’t do much to block out their voices. 

They all needed to work together to find the Temple! Why couldn’t they see that? 

His breath came out in heavy pants, his vision blurring as the world spun around him. The dread he’d felt in his stomach exploded into a burning, throbbing sensation. His fingernails dug painfully into his head, and an invisible force yanked at his tail. 

“RAAAAAAAA!” he screamed, unable to say his best friend’s name through a mouthful of growing fangs even though his presence was the only thing he wanted right now.  

The argument stopped abruptly. 

Though the sound was muffled under Pinky’s cracking bones, he heard his name called with fear. He felt the vibrations of the branch under his paws as Brain tried to inch closer. 

Don’t! Pinky snarled, his paw swiping through the air so nobody got too close to him. His claws struck moss and bark, and somewhere overhead, Chip shouted a warning. 

The branch wobbled dangerously. The last thing he heard was a loud crack, and there was only air underneath his oversized paws. 

End AN:

In which Pinky learns that Hakuna Matata ain't all that's cracked to be, much like Simba takes Hakuna Matata as a means to run away from the trauma of losing his father in the movie.

This chapter also continues the theme of the main trio burying their worries and concerns without talking about them, which is soooo not gonna come back with a vengeance.

Pinky carries Brain up the tree in a reference to the episode This Old Mouse, where he saves Brain from the avalanche.

Brain finally gets a moment to be badass. It's short, but it counts. Because Chip and Pinky have all sorts of mysterious powers between them, Brain is purposely going to be the normal one of the group. He's sorta the Bruce Wayne of the story, the no special powers intelligent tactician who acts allergic to emotions.

I had to look up all that information about plants for Brain's smartypants explanation on how they work cause I forgot all my biology stuff.

#pinky and the brain #pinky unleashed #patb fanfiction

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

NASA's EMIT instrument maps global airborne mineral dust

NASA'S EMIT mission, placed on the International Space Station to learn how dust storms on Earth warm or cool the planet, has created the first complete maps of the world's dust source regions, providing precise locations of 10 key minerals based on how they reflect and absorb light.

EMIT—short for Earth Surface Mineral Dust Source Investigation—is a powerful imaging spectrometer developed by NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California in response to the need for more detailed surface mineral composition information. Planetary Science Institute Senior Scientist Roger Clark, a co-investigator on the mission, led the development of the software called Tetracorder that identifies and maps the key minerals.

"Aside from the 10 key minerals that are part of its primary mission, EMIT data are used to identify an encyclopedic range of substances at or near Earth's surface," Clark said. "Rather than 'mineralogy,' let's just call it chemistry—wherever we need chemistry to understand something on the surface, we can do that with imaging spectroscopy. Now, with EMIT, we're going to see the big picture, and that's certainly going to open some eyes."

Tetracorder identifies and maps hundreds of minerals, types of vegetation, snow and ice, and other chemicals, including human-made materials. The identified components in each EMIT scene are made available to the public.

During its 17 months in orbit, the mission has also demonstrated a range of other capabilities, including detecting plumes of methane and carbon dioxide being emitted by landfills, oil facilities, and other infrastructure.

To date, EMIT has captured more than 50,000 "scenes"—50-by-50-mile (80-by-80-kilometer) images of the Earth's surface—in its study area, which covers arid regions within a 6,900-mile-wide (11,000-kilometer-wide) belt around Earth's midsection. Taken together, the scenes include millions of measurements to create detailed maps of surface composition.

Scientists have long suspected airborne mineral dust affects the climate. They know that darker, iron oxide-rich substances absorb the sun's heat and warm the surrounding air, while non-iron-based, whiter substances reflect light and heat, cooling the air. Whether those effects have a net warming or cooling impact, however, has remained uncertain.

Researchers have an idea of how dust travels through the atmosphere, but the missing piece has been the composition—the color, essentially—of the surface in the places dust typically originates, which until now was derived from fewer than 5,000 sampling sites around the world.

EMIT's maps of dust-source regions offer much more detail. For example, in Somalia and Ethiopia on the Horn of Africa, there's a strong abundance of the reddish-brown iron oxide hematite, and across the Arabian Peninsula, there's a swath of goethite, a yellowish-brown iron oxyhydroxide. The maps also register a significant swath of kaolinite, a white silicate clay, in central Algeria in the Sahara.

Beyond harnessing EMIT data to improve Earth climate modeling, scientists can use the information to study dust's impact on the ecosystems where it lands. There's strong evidence that particles settling in the ocean can spur phytoplankton blooms, which can have implications for aquatic ecosystems and the planet's carbon cycle, and that dust originating in the Andes of South America, as well as parts of northern and sub-Saharan Africa, provides nutrients for rainforest growth in the Amazon basin.

Aside from the 10 key minerals that are part of its primary mission, EMIT data are used to identify an encyclopedic range of substances at or near Earth's surface, including types of vegetation, snow and ice, and even human-made surfaces, on a much broader geographic scale than previously possible.

"We've had imaging spectrometers flying around the moon and other planets, mapping the mineralogy on those bodies with great discoveries. But EMIT is the first imaging spectrometer to image large parts of the Earth—and the coverage is still growing— comparable to what we've done in other parts of the solar system. While we've known of the many minerals on the surface of the Earth, we can now put it into perspective with other planets," Clark said. "EMIT is showing us the incredible diversity and complexity of minerals on the Earth that no other planet comes close to. EMIT also shows us the incredible diversity of life."

IMAGE....This EMIT scene shows Lake Mead in Arizona-Nevada, United States. A) Tetracorder analysis for ferric and ferrous iron bearing minerals. Hematite (iron rust) and goethite (iron oxyhydroxide) are the two main minerals when abundant in dust can result in warming the atmosphere, and the Tetracorder analysis also derives the particle sizes from space. Hematite and goethite are two of the 10 minerals of concern for climate modelers, B) Visible color. C) Tetracorder analysis for the other eight EMIT minerals of concern. Note the intricate complexity of the mineral distributions in both panels A and B. Credit: Roger Clark/PSI/EMIT Team/JPL/NASA.

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics

[talesoftattonwiltswoe]

Tate and The Magic Book

The door to the bookbindery slammed open. A sheet of dust jumped on the nearest shelves before slowly resettling on the rows of aged books. Loud footsteps stormed in, but the shopkeeper remained unalarmed. He raised his crinkled eyes from the tome that nearly swallowed him and gave a knowing, perhaps amused, look at the waist-high pile of leather with legs that scurried over to the counter.

“ ‘Liveries! ‘Liveries for Tern! Sorry, Misser Tern, sir.” The pounds of leather sheets plopped on the counter. Turner Hemsgrove cast a critical eye on the leathers and then peered over them, seeing exactly what he expected: a gap-toothed boy no older than 6, with a mop of flaxen hair ruffled by wind and plump cheeks red from running, balancing on his feet into his best curtsey.

“It’s Mister Hemsgrove. And tell Har I send my regards.” The man quipped, eloquence in every syllable, his frizzed hair meticulously combed into a relentless bun. He gave the boy a tight-lipped grin and settled back in his seat, tipping his chin back as he resumed reading. “Tell him to deliver these himself next time. You’ve no business running around in this heat, Tate.”

The boys chubby fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter, pulling himself as tall as he could. He mimicked the shopkeeper by tilting his chin back, his big black eyes peering around to take in the sights.

“N’cle Har’s got a bum leg!” The boy chipped with a small hop, like it was the most exciting news in the world. Turner frowned.

“He has a bad leg. And that’s still no excuse.”

“ E’cuse.” He murmured under his breath with furrowed brows, “E’cuse.” The boy frowned at Tern in earnest. “Wa’s tha’ mean?”

“An excuse is something someone says to avoid doing something.”

“Like bringin’ leathers???”

“Precisely.”

“But I like me bringin’ leathers! You got- you got me muffins, red berry muffins!”

“I gave you muffins, once, but you’ve no business eating sweets with your cheeks all red.” He shut the book with a sigh and rose, his worn boots shuffling over the floor, “Aye, let me get you some water.”

“Aye, misser, sir!” Tate chirped, and when the man rose and shuffled into the next room, the boy slipped behind the counter and ambled onto the wooden stool. The book on the table felt as big as he was. He examined the cover with dark eyes, wide with wonder. The mahogany leather wove together so exquisitely around the cream pressed paper. Was that what Mister Turner did with the leathers he delivered? Mister Turner was a king, then, no, one of the wizards he heard about! He was so great.

Tate tucked his hands into his knees and swung his legs, looking around the store. The dark wood made the already small shop feel cramped, but the windows flooded the shelves with light in golden slits. The tiny boots that reach his scraped knees clicked each time they hit the stool. Tate hummed, but stopped suddenly. The closed book was really fascinating all of a sudden. Tatton’s manners and personal set of morals reprimanded him. It wasn’t his book to touch. But… He threw his head to the side in thought and his mop of hair fell over his face. One peek couldn’t hurt. Maybe it had pictures. He liked pictures.

He slid his fingers under the cover and carefully cracked it open. He let out a ‘waaaaaa,’ as he examined the cream paper etched with the most beautiful script he’d ever seen. Tate didn’t know how to read, so all he saw were strange symbols. But… these were very strange symbols. Dragons of ink spiraled on the page in mesmerizing patterns and when his eyes traced the lines he felt something fluttering in his chest, something soaring, something triumphant. He was a kite flying in the wind, left to soar on the highest winds to far, far distant lands. He had never felt so strangely, inexplicably… free. His heart sped up in excitement and he almost ripped the page when he turned it. But when he looked at these lines, he felt really sad all of a sudden. An aching, hollow sadness knawed in his chest, a grief he had never felt and was too young to comprehend. The kite was suddenly cut and had fallen, farther, farther down, slowly sinking in deep and filthy waters. Something dark and twisted lurked beneath it, reaching towards it….

Tears started pricking his eyes and next thing Tatton knew, he was bawling and Turner was towering over him with a scowl of confusion. The man slammed the book closed and slid it away from Tate, “You don’t touch things without askin,’ ya hear?“ The man bellowed, his eloquence lost in his anger. But his anger was replaced with pity when he saw the boy whimpering, his dark eyes glassy and red.

“Thas’ a… thas’ a sad book!” Tate wailed, balling his fists, “A real, real sad b-b-book!”

Turner’s alarm morphed into confusion, “How do you know that?”

Poor Tate however, was inconsolable and would give no answers. Well, at least until Turner gave him a couple of his wife’s famed red-berry muffins. When the boy was finally quiet, the shopkeeper took a seat across from him, watching him carefully,

“What made you cry, boy?”

Tate, finally quiet, looked down and swung his legs on the stool, “Tha’ book.” He mumbled, “It maked me sad. I’m sorries for peekin’.”

“You shouldn’t have looked at it, but never mind that. How? How did you know it was sad?“

“I jus’ saw it and fel’ sad.”

“But how? Could you read that script? Did you understa-“

“I wanna see i’ ‘gain.” Tate interrupted, and when he looked up at the man his eyes flamed with determination.

Turner’s confusion multiplied, but now he gave an amused laugh. “I thought it was a sad book? It made you cry, why would you want to see it again? You want more muffins from me, is that it?”

“Ye, muffins… No,” Tate shook his head fiercely, “Tha’ book. S’not all sad. Is really… ‘appy too. More ‘appy than eatin’ red berry muffins! Like flyin’, like whoosh! and shoo! Like birbs o’er trees!!!” He threw his arms in the air and grinned, red jam all over his cheeks, his eyes sparkling. “Wha’ book’s it?”

Turner stayed stoic, quiet and contemplative. He scratched his beard and frowned, “It’s a magic book. A very, very magic book.” Tate’s dark eyes glittered, but the shopkeeper raised his hand as if to shut down the boy’s hopes, “It’s a dangerous and serious book, at least, from what I’ve deciphered from it.” Turner cracked the book open once more and eyed the script within with furrowed brows, “Even I don’t understand it all. It’s not for children. It’s not for most people, really.”

“Why nah’?”

“Most townsfolk here in Bree don’t believe what it says. They say it’s folly. Just myths and legends. What a person can’t appreciate, they can’t understand. Such knowledge is wasted on them, understand?”

Tate pouted and shook his head, his flaxen hair bouncing on his shoulders.

The shopkeeper sighed, realizing indeed, Tate was just a boy. He pulled the book closer to himself, though Tate's eyes were glued to the pages, “Even if I’d let you read it, you’d need to learn the script, then learn the words, and only after that, then you’d realize just how incredibly depressing the whole story is and give up reading it. No, it’s not for you.”

“Tha’s a- a e’cuse!” Tate's brows furrowed angrily, and the man couldn’t help but laugh, which only made Tate more annoyed. “I can wead, look, t’is par’s sad. T’is par’s ‘appy.” Tate refuted, nearly tipping over his stool as he reached and pointed at different sections of the script, “An’ t’is par’ maked me mad.”

Turner examined the sections stoically and sure enough, Tate was attaching the correct emotions to the correct sections, without knowing their meaning. Perhaps it was part of the magic of Sindarin, this ability to transfer emotion without filtering it through analysis or thought. Maybe it’s effects were more pronounced on children, who had more sensitivity to magic, or perhaps just stronger imagination. Still, it was a mystery that would slowly burn in Turner until he understood it. He scrutinized the boy, who in turn, stared at him with an intensity that could have burned holes in his eyes.

“I wanna see tha’ book, Misser- no, Mister, sir. I brings you…” Tatton blurred out, undaunted, “Boots! Shiny boots! An a…” He furrowed his brows, concentrating hard on the word, “Doscoun’, no… discount. The wor’s discount.” He overemphasized the ‘t’ and his teeth looked more gapped when he did.

Turner glanced at his own boots, horribly frayed and worn through the soles. The offer was clearly tempting. He scratched his beard in thought, but after a moment he shook his head. “It’s too much for you, Tate. Maybe when you’re older. Now get back home to Har and Bessa before it gets dark.” The man took the book and tucked it under his arm before disappearing through the curtain to the back, his voice vanishing with him. “Stories can be dangerous, you know?”

But when Tate trotted back home, wiping the jam off his cheeks with his sleeve, all he remembered Mister Turner saying was, “Maybe.” Tatton lifted his chin and stomped down the dirt road with stone-serious determination. He’d see that book again. He had too. It was too magical to ignore and something about it felt extremely important to him, like a quest weighed on his shoulders until he read it. Perhaps the hope of ‘maybe’ was even more dangerous than that book was.

#Toddler Tate: I. #Turner Hemsgrove #Theme: Elves

[bargainpiner]

Shadow warrior 3

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In between combat, Shadow Warrior 3 serves up platforming segments, which actually feel pretty good. Related Story Chris Wray Evil West Hands-on Preview – From Dusk ’til Spaghetti Western They’re all here - enemies that run away from you constantly, ones that run toward you and explode, ones that burrow underground, and my personal least favorite, flying bullet sponges that constantly bombard you from above. Additionally, it sometimes felt like Flying Wild Hog were challenging themselves to collect all the most irritating enemy archetypes in one game. Shadow Warrior 3’s battle arenas are also generally smaller and less complex than what you find in Doom. I didn’t really find myself using the sword much unless a pack of grunts had boxed me into a corner. Shadow Warrior 3 litters its world with regenerating ammo and health pickups, so while “shoot enemies to keep your health up, move in aggressively to refill your ammo” is a well-balanced system on paper you’re not really forced to engage with it.

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Shredding baddies with a giant drill or a storm of lasers is fun, but the good times don’t last long, as these weapons are on a pretty short timer.ĭoom’s combat mechanics were a great idea when id Software came up with them, and they still mostly work in Shadow Warrior 3, but several poor design decisions undermine their effectiveness. Shadow Warrior 3’s only real innovation are its new “Gore Weapons” – powerful items you get from performing finishers on enemies. Meanwhile, shooting enemies with ranged weapons will net you health drops. The more complex swordplay of past Shadow Warrior games is gone, as your blade now apes Doom Eternal’s chainsaw, causing ammo to drop when you score melee kills. Shadow Warrior 3 clearly takes inspiration from Doom 2016’s “push-forward” combat and Doom Eternal’s grappling-hook-heavy traversal.

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The Shadow Warrior series has long been summarized as “Doom with a sword,” which may sound a bit reductive, but well… if the shoe fits. I’ll admit, I’ve been known to tell the occasional dad joke myself, but this game drove me to my groaner breaking point (not an easy thing to do). If you’re into references to Extreme Makeover (a show that’s been off the air for 15 years) and ribald parodies of “Another One Bites the Dust,” boy howdy, this is the game for you. I think the makers of Shadow Warrior 3 were aiming for edgy, but somewhere along the way, they took a hard left turn into Dad Joke Central. More offensive to my sensibilities were the quality of the game’s jokes. I didn’t find it too terribly off-putting, as I don’t think Flying Wild Hog are aiming to be malicious and the game’s world is so broad and silly it’s often hard to even identify the stereotypes they’re playing on, but your mileage will absolutely vary.

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In an era when people are trying to be more thoughtful about how they portray other cultures, Shadow Warrior 3 is a Polish-developed game that indulges in every kung fu action movie trope imaginable. Of course, one or both of your allies might have other schemes in mind.īefore we go on, it has to be said – it’s kind of astounding this game exists as it does in 2022. To do that, he’ll need to revive his old god buddy Hoji and team up with seemingly-reformed villain Orochi Zilla. Much of the intricate backstory and lore of past games is cast aside this time around – all you really need to know is that there’s a big-ass dragon threatening the world, and it’s up to series protagonist Lo Wang to stop it. Shadow Warrior 3 continues from the ending of the previous entry in the series without much setup for those new to the story, although honestly, not a lot is needed.

#Shadow warrior 3

[voltagesmutter]

The Second Cumming.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC). Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship. Notes: The Dickening Part 2. The biggest thank you to @theshove​ for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma​ for all your love and support. Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛 Tagging: @starry-starry-night24​, @0-miles-away​, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki. 

“Just five more minutes,” she whined, pulling the red bed covers over her head.

“You said this five minutes ago, and five before that, and five before that,” a deep voice answered above the sound of metal hooks clinking as curtains were thrown open, letting light flood into the room.

“But Lucifer!” She whined once more in protest, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to attempt to block out the beams of light shining through the covers.

“No buts,” Lucifer huffed, attaching his cloak to his shirt in the golden framed mirror beside the bed. “You promised Solomon you would-“ The end of his sentence was cut off by the bedroom door being slammed wide open. 

“Lucifer! Beel ate my lizard custard slice!” Mammon came storming in, huffing with rage and disturbing the peace.

“Oh lord Diavolo give me strength,” Lucifer sighed as Beel came bounding in after him. 

“He took my money to gamble at that tournament! He owes me more than a lizard slice!” The ginger haired brother took a few paces into the room. 

“Lucifer, there’s no food! That big oaf must have eaten everything again in the night!” Satan tutted, walking straight into the back of someone. Not realising that the broad back he’d just walked into belonged to Beel, the big oaf he was talking about. 

“Hey I didn’t touch a thing! And who are you calling oaf, scrawny bookworm!” Beel towered over Satan as he turned around, prodding a finger into his chest. 

“Boys, don’t start!” Lucifer growled as both Satan and Beel transformed into their demon forms, Satan glaring up at Beel. 

“My grimm’s on Beel,” Mammon laughed, sitting down on Lucifer's bed as a squeal rang out.

“Mammon you idiot!” The young girl threw the covers off her head, making Mammon freeze in mid air after realising he had sat on her. 

“Shit-I- I’m sorry, I didn’t see ya! Shouldn’t be sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that,” Mammon’s facing blushed red as he quickly stood up. 

“Hey, what’s all the noise?” Belphegor and Levi ran from their rooms into Lucifer's. Lucifer sighed and covered his face with one hand. Just once he wanted a quiet and peaceful morning without the shenanigans of his younger siblings. 

“Tough guy here thinks he can chat shit as always,” Beel hissed, staring down Satan, whose tail flickered feistily into the air. 

“Oh, morning boys!” Asmo chirped as he walked past, sporting only a small thong and a half done up silk robe. “Has anyone seen sweetie, I need her opinion and she’s not in her room.” He pouted softly before his eyes fell onto the girl in Lucifer's bed. “Ah there you are! Now come on you,” he cooed, pushing past his brothers with little regard for their problems and tugging her hand.

“Wait- Asmo! I’m not dressed!” She squealed, attempting to clutch the sheets to her naked body but, as Asmo pulled her, the sheets fell and she stumbled forward off the bed. Her nightie lay bunched on the floor from her previous night with Lucifer and all eyes fell on her. The arguments and squabbles from moments ago became lost in translation as seven sets of eyes travelled over her, all of their pacts visible in different locations, with Satan’s and Beel’s radiating due to them being in demon form and giving a glow to her skin. 

Ever since helping them with their heats, she and the brothers had come to love each other, creating a relationship between all of them and the human. Each getting private and shared alone time with her, all of them giving her their heart and hers to them. 

“You know, I’m not hungry for food anymore,” Satan smirked as he turned his body to face her, taking a few steps forward only to be held back by Beel.

“Fat chance. I’m the one for gluttony, I need to eat more importantly,”.

“Beel move, you're blocking the view.” Levi entered and pushed Beel out of the way, sending the biggest of the brothers flying into Mammon.

“Hey! Watch it! These treads were expensive!” Mammon growled as Beel stepped on his white shoes. 

“Right! Out! All of you out!” Lucifer finally snapped, bending down and handing the girl her clothes. “School is in an hour. I want all of you ready to go by then I have an important meeting with Diavolo and, as we are all aware, our little dove is meeting with Solomon.” 

“I- um,” The girl blushed as she threw on her clothes, all of the brothers sending her a confused expression. “I’m helping Solomon with a birth-control potion.” The pill she was currently taking was in short supply and since condoms broke left, right and centre with the brothers - the dick game was too strong - this seemed their only viable option. 

-

“So this,” Solomon was holding up a vial in his hand, the gold shimmers twisting in the light of the open window, “is just a tester. Its effects will last a few days, just to trial how it gets on.” In one hand was a gold vial with shimmers, in the other a gold vial with dark blue swirls. “I’ve perfected the ingredients; it works similar to human contraception, just in liquid form. Everything regulates the same. To test its success you should bleed in a week's time. If all is in order I can produce a bigger batch which will last you roughly twenty one days. if you wish to not continue with periods then you can take another one straight after.” 

“And what is this one?” She pointed to the potion with deep blue hues in his other hand. She’d grown close to Solomon over her time here, becoming close friends with the slightly perverted sorcerer. 

“The same; both are made from the same batch, only this contains fairy dust which enhances the aphrodisiac hormones.” A ‘birth-control viagra for women’ as he had once put it. Pumped full of ovulation hormones to increase sex drive without fear of risk. 

“Okay, so do I just take it now or…?” she asked as she took the potion from his hand. It was the same potion she’d used during the brothers’ heat, only this was longer lasting with regard to time and helped to regulate the hormones inside her body. 

“Yes, take it all. You won’t feel any different,” he assured with a slightly sweet smile, a smile he only kept for her. Without thinking she knocked the golden liquid back, humming at the sweet taste of honey, as silk liquid dripped down the back of her throat. 

“You are an angel!” She smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and the vial back in his hand. “I can’t stay for much longer; I have a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer I must attend. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to thank you for your help?”. 

The sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes, she always did this. Offering a thank you for his assistance. “As I’ve told you before, the thank you is you letting me test out the potions on you.” ‘A real-life guinea pig’, he’d once teased her with. 

“Well, I must dash. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She waved as she picked up her satchel before leaving purgatory hall and headed back to R.A.D. She’d never understood the twisted rumours she had heard about Solomon. He was always so sweet and pleasant to her. Although he could be mocking and demeaning at times, his words seemed more of a false threat than anything more. But his actions towards her were always soft and gentle.

As she walked back with a little skip in her step, Solomon turned back to his book upon the table. It was open to the page where the instructions for making his potions lay. He’d skimmed over the ingredients as he made it, as he had to make some minor adjustments. Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup was required, a vital ingredient, but notorious for being an aphrodisiac for demons if they came into contact with it. Even the residue from the bottle on her lips would set off intense lust inside a demon if she was to kiss them - and Solomon knew this was a contraception potion. She would most definitely be doing more than just kissing her demon lovers. He had to add in a set of ingredients to hold back the effects on demons so that this would only have effect on a human system. He didn’t dare risk sending the brothers into an accidental heat; he had heard from her (and Asmo) the extent of what had happened during their heat only a few weeks ago and couldn’t bear the thought of putting the poor girl through it again after she’d had such a short time to recover. 

Only he didn’t notice an error in his work until it was too late...

“Once the liquid has cooled, add a few drops of blue fairy dust - check. To neutralize the effects of the Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup… oh,” Solomon stopped as he read out the remainder of the listing ingredients. “Well then… doesn’t this make for an interesting turn of events.” A dark smile grimacing over his face. 

-

“Darling.” Lucifer smiled to see her walk into Diavolos' office, her uniform in perfect condition and hair without a single strand out of place. He beamed with pride at how beautifully she represented the school. 

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” She smiled back with a faint blush as Lucifer pressed a kiss to her cheek. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat beside Lucifer on the opposite side of Diavolos' desk. Dia felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, seeing the pair so smitten with each other, the glancing looks of admiration shared between them. He was more than glad to see his old friend so happy, even if it wasn’t with him… But that part of their relationship had ended many centuries ago out of fear of the council; Lucifer had refused to put Dia’s claim to the throne at jeopardy. Diavolo had never found a lover since. There had been the occasional one night stand before but nothing more serious than that. The council would be infuriated to find out about his past with Lucifer and his nightly activities with others. He’d thought Lucifer would never find another either, with the years he had spent alone and unloved. But then a ray of hope came into his life with the young girl opening up her heart to him and his brothers. Whilst Diavolo watched from the side lines, longing to be a part of it all as he, too, found himself purely intoxicated with the young female and wanted nothing more to have a stake of claim to her heart.

“____, it’s a pleasure as always,” Dia greeted her with a nod. “To continue from where we were…”

Diavolo carried on their conversation, about how well the exchange program was going and how she was receiving some of the best grades to be seen from pupils. All was going well, until she felt it.

At first it was just the normal burn. She knew sometimes it happened, a faint ovulation feeling. She didn't mind. But her eyes kept drifting over the two demons. She found her mouth going dry as she admired Diavolo, his strong arms... his general size. He and Beel were the largest men she knew. She wondered if-- Nope. She had to stop that right there. "A-ah Lucifer. I think we need to go." Her voice was meek, arousal getting worse the longer she was in the room with two extremely attractive demons. However, golden eyes were locked on her, and she was squirming. 

"My dear, the meeting isn't over. We'll go once it is over."

“Lucifer... we really need to go.” Heat was rising amongst her cheeks, her fingers grasping the pleated edge of her uniform skirt. Every nerve in her body flooded, pulsing alive with arousal and a pool of liquid flushed between her thighs. The more she looked between the demons, one her superior, the other one of her pacted seven lovers. “Please.” 

“My dove,“ Lucifer had started, a little huff of annoyance which peaked into curiosity at her soft whimper at him placing his hand on her thigh. His words pulled her away from her stare at Diavolo, crimson eyes meeting her lustful gaze. 

“Lucifer-“ She was unable to stop her thighs parting slightly at the contact of his palm upon her thigh. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, hitting Lucifer instantly, him now realising the need of her pleas. And just as he was about to offer his hand to leave, a low growl came from the other side of the desk. Diavolo was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

The look from Diavolo made her legs spread wider, her cheeks flushed red as she let out a short gasp. Her fingers reached to her side as she grasped the edge of her chair, both of the demon's eyes focusing on the rise of her skirt up her bare thigh and the straining of her nipples against the thin material of her bra and shirt. She looked desperate, felt desperate and just ached to be filled. A small ‘please’ mustered, not directly speaking to Lucifer but to both of them.

-

“I can’t wait until we get home.” As she began unbuttoning her shirt, the white of her bra peeked through, showing the fullness of her breasts. Any sense of shame had left her body, the only thing on her mind right now was to be ruthlessly taken and to quench this burning desire between her thighs. Lucifer had objected at first, but with how strong her scent was, he knew it would be a risk to get her home as any demon within a few meters radius would be able to catch her scent. A scent that was meant only for him and his brothers. 

“You can have my office…” Diavolo had gestured, feeling sorry for the poor girl, having to watch her become undone so quickly. But as he walked past to offer them some space, her arm quickly caught his and a small doting look from her with the word, ‘Stay’ pushed him over the edge. 

-

“Ngh- Dia!”.

A low chuckle came from the prince as he shifted slightly, tongue moving from her dripping clit to tease where her and Lucifer met. Lucifer was just as sensitive as he remembered. Whilst his mouth moved to capture his balls, Lucifer let out a deep hiss as his fingers gripped tightly onto the girls waist, Diavolos fingers continuing to tease their sticky meeting and her clit for the additional stimulation. The additional stimulation she had begged for.

Diavolo lay on his desk, his head close to hanging off the side whilst she hovered above him on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her mouth - well what she could take anyway - whilst her hand worked the rest of him. Lucifer stood behind her, impaling her onto his cock as he took her deep and fast, giving her exactly what she needed right now. Both Dia and Lucifer working together to bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next. Diavolo having to hold himself back a little every now and then, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in both of them and leave them in a heaving pool of his mess. But now wasn’t the time for that.

“Ah… ah! Diavolo!” she whimpered, her voice an octave higher than normal as one hand dug her nails into his thigh. The feeling of Lucifer fucking her with the touches of Diavolo on her clit and folds was too much, sending her barrelling into another high. 

“Good girl,” Diavolo cooed, pulling his mouth from Lucifer’s balls to lap up the wetness that had drenched his cock each time he pulled out. “I believe it’s your turn now,”. Champagne orbs glistened but were missed by Lucifer as he clenched his eyes shut and let his jaw tense as the teasing actions of Diavolo. 

“N-not yet Dia- focus on her first,” he grunted, snapping his hips quickly against hers as Diavolo’s mouth was once again on him, sucking in a motion that made the heat pool like a volcano ready to erupt at any given second. He needed Diavolo to stop now or it would be over and she was clearly far from being spent from the way she glanced over her shoulder and begged for more with the little words she could muster.

With a grunt Diavolo pulled himself away, latching his mouth onto her clit and feeling smug at the way she cried out. Her back arched as she clawed at his thighs, almost drawing blood, the weight of her breasts pushing down against his lower stomach was an added sensation in itself. The push and pull of her body rubbed her nipples against his skin, sending vibrations of her moans around Diavolos cock and across his body. 

The wet sounds of slapping skin and Diavolos tongue against her rang through the office, Lucifer having put on an enchantment to block any sound leaving the room so they could attend to her needs without fear, Diavolo in amazement to see how sensitive she was to his touch, how good her essence tasted and just how mind blowing she felt with her lips wrapped around his cock. But, like Lucifer had said, this was about her pleasure and Diavolo didn’t want to blow his load until she was a whimpering mess.

-

“C-close!” High gasps growing louder with each breath, only a few thrusts after her previous orgasm,her walls beginning to tighten once more. Her arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer for support, his hands holding her waist tightly to guide her movements. Lucifer rested on Diavolos desk, her straddling as him as she rocked in his lap with the help of his movement whilst Diavolo pressed against her back, his lips focusing on her neck whilst his hands fondled her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in his index and thumbs, grinding against her behind whilst his cock slid between her thighs. The movement of her rocking, the clench of her thighs and the fleeting contact with Lucifer's cock was enough to keep him on the edge. 

“That’s it princess,” Diavolo whispered softly into her ear, catching her lobe and giving it a gentle tug, his soft words touching her heart. With the little strength she had left, she turned her head, pulling an arm free from Lucifer to grasp the light-red hair and pull his face closer to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes lost in a galaxy haze, a goddess of lust was all Diavolo could think when he saw her. It was their first kiss, and far from their last, but the softness of it as they melted into each other made her clench tightly over Lucifer. The strong feeling of intimacy and love she shared with the brothers was portrayed with Diavolo as their lips continued to meet. 

And as her climax hit her, she turned back to Lucifer, letting his lips glide over hers as they had done some many times, soft whimpers escaping their kiss, her body convulsing as it curled from the sheer force of her release before slumping against Lucifer’s chest, her thirst quenched and her body exhausted. 

Her raven haired lover pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her hair which was now stuck to her forehead out of the way and off her face. Diavolo’s hand wrapped around Lucifer’s on her waist, continuing the rocking motion as they both chased their release, Lucifer buried deep inside her and Diavolo snuggly between her thighs. 

“Dia…” Lucifer thrusted up slightly at the feeling of his length pressing against his own each time he pulled out. Crimson eyes met golden over her shoulder as she lay panting against his chest, fingers curling over each other’s and before they knew it both leaned across to exchange a kiss.

A sloppy kiss, tongue and teeth meeting in a passionate exchange. A kiss that hadn’t happened for decades but had never lost its rhythm. A kiss that spoke a thousand words that could never be said out loud. It had been the end of both of them, lips sparking and igniting the fires within. Lucifer spilled deep inside her as Diavolo came upon the top of her thighs, finally marking her skin with his release.

The room fell silent apart from the sound of ragged breaths, the two men pressing their foreheads against her shoulder and back, holding her until her racing heart had finally calmed down.

-

Diavolo had seen them off, Lucifer carrying her to his car before whisking them home after a fleeting exchange of kisses from Diavolo to them both in the privacy of his office. Another demon, only this one being the prince, having stolen her heart. 

“Take care of her,” Diavolo had whispered to his former lover, stroking her hair as she blissfully slept in Lucifer's arms. Her body was exhausted. 

“I always do,” Lucifer gave the faintest of smiles to Diavolo before parting ways, his whole being flooded with pride to have two lovers back in his life. 

Lucifer was ecstatic; nostalgia of feelings came flooding back that he had kept down with Diavolo. But he was also weary. This behaviour from her was completely askew. She’d teased Lucifer before in Diavolo’s and public presence, but never to the extent that she had begged him to take her there and then. Never had she looked so radiant yet so frustrated at the same time. And never had she been so unsatisfied that it had taken a few more rounds than normal to satisfy her. Something was wrong. The only thing Lucifer could think of was that the potion with Solomon had gone wrong and Lucifer needed to get to the bottom of it. 

-

“Lock her in her room. No one is to enter until I get back. Do you understand?” Lucifer asked one final time to Satan and Belphegor, the pair of them sat outside her room. He had tucked her sleeping figure into bed, placing a spell on the door to ensure no one could get in. He needed to ensure first what was happening in case another episode occurred. 

The morning and afternoon had faded by the time their session had ended, meaning Solomon would be finished from his afternoon classes. Unfortunately for Solomon, mixing up the potions would be the least of his troubles as Lucifer pinned him against the wall the second he caught sight of his white hair. 

‘What did you do to her?!” Lucifer hissed, his eyes aglow as he leaned in closer to the young boy's face. 

“Nothing. Nothing I swear,” Solomon was rolling his eyes; he was far from scared of Lucifer and it showed. “Just a little hiccup is all.”.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” Lucifer mocked, steam ready to pour out of his nose and ears with anger. “She’s like a- like a…”.

“Like a demon in heat?” Solomon prodded the bear with his choice of words. “It’s fine Lucifer, just enjoy the fact she’s going to want to be on your cock endlessly for the next few days.”

A poor choice of words. A very poor choice of words. 

If Lucifer’s anger hadn’t been poured into Satan then the clenched fist slammed directly into the wall would have landed straight on Solomon's face.

“What did you do,boy?” Lucifer raged into demon form, a row of fire lighting up behind him as he towered over Solomon, teeth snaring. The soft Lucifer had vanished. Facing Solomon right now was a beast, a beast that was angry. And for the first time Solomon was scared of the demon facing him.

“A mix up! A mix up, alright? She’s just got more hormones in her body than intended; it will wear off in the next few days but there is nothing I can do to help - it’s Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup”.

“Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup? But it didn’t affect me or Di-“ Lucifer stopped his sentence there.

“The potion is neutralised to only affect humans. And since humans don’t have blood like demons, the command won’t work to stop it either…” 

‘So what you’re saying is-” Lucifer grasped his jacket and hoisted him up into the air.

“She’s in her own heat, so my advice to you and the others is to just be prepared and help her because it’s going to be a long ride for her.” With that sentence, Lucifer dropped Solomon to the floor, letting him fall with a thump before racing back to the house of Lamentation. 

-

“Who does he think he is? Barking his commands at us, I swear he- oi! Are you even listening?” Satan punched his younger sibling in the arm. Belphegor, who’d started to fall asleep, slumped against the wall, jolted forward.

“Ay! What’s your problem?” Snarling slightly before pushing the long curve of hair out of his face, he said “We just gotta sit here until Lucifer comes back.” 

Even saying the name of their eldest brother made both of their blood boil. 

“Well anyway, I’m not here on babysitting duty.” Satan took hisD.D.D, turning it off before putting it back in his pocket. “Still got him blocked?”.

“Would you unblock someone who shoved you in an attic?” Belph rolled his eyes.

“Touché,” Satan nodded before pushing himself off the wall. “What do you reckon is wrong with her? She looked wrecked. Reckon something went wrong with Solomon?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past that slimy wizard… No good for nothing-“ Belph muttered before stopping, a noise from inside making them both still. The young girl was calling out for Lucifer in a confused manner, only infuriating the brothers more. 

“Why does Lucifer always get her to himself? Always giving out his commands,” Satan growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Enough is enough, I’m not listening to his rules. Fuck him.” 

“Hey Satan, you really gonna mess with Lucifer?” Belphegor's eyes lost all sleepiness as they sparkled with mischief.

-

“Lucifer…?” She continued to call out. “Anyone?” She took a few steps outside her room. She knew she had heard voices but to whom they belonged she was unsure. Her bare feet padded along the dark corridor, following the noises that lured her. 

She was pleasantly surprised to find that when she woke up the muscle aches she thought she would have were not there. Something in the potion must work to help soothe her aches. Lucifer had undressed her from her sweat soaked uniform and covered her in her nightie. 

She couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks after her actions this afternoon; she had felt like she’d lost all control of her body and given into the need of sexual desires - which normally wasn’t a problem, but begging Lucifer and Diavolo to ravage her in the middle of a meeting was a different story. She was searching for Lucifer to apologise for her behaviour, although secretly she knew both of them had enjoyed it just as much as she had. Today had marked a new day for someone to become part of their relationship, from seven lovers to now eight. Knowing Diavolo would not allow this to be a one time thing - which she was rather excited about. 

“Lucifer? Are you in here? I- I wanted to apologise for earlier-“ She knocked on his office door, pausing as she walked in, “Oh.” Her eyes fell on the pair causing havoc in Lucifer’s office.

“Stop being such a sloth! Faster!” Satan was unscrewing the lids of Lucifer's ink bottles before placing them back down, so when Lucifer next used them the ink would most likely spill everywhere.

“I’m going as fast as I can! Stop rushing me!” Belphegor's tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration, counting out five sheets before pulling one from the stacking pile of work on the desk. He continued this down until he had a few sheets of paperwork in his hand, meaning every fifth paper from his stack was missing. Both of them were going out of their way to mess with Lucifer in a way they knew would annoy him most. 

“Ah!” Satan squealed to see her standing in the doorway, dropping one of the bottles and sending ink dropping to form a thick black puddle on the carpet. “Oh, it’s you. I thought you were Lucifer.”

“Pft, how does a human girl look anything like Lucifer?” Belph gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to enter properly. “What are you doing out of bed? Lucifer told us to guard you.”

“Guard me?” She laughed, her smiling instantly brightening up their moods. “I just- I wasn’t feeling too well, but I feel better now.” She took a few steps further into Lucifer's office, carefully avoiding the ink stain.

“Good. How did it go with Solomon, kitten? Everything in the clear?” Satan took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to it. In his moments of affection she really did question how he could be the avatar of wrath.

“All good,” she nodded, letting out a gasp to feel two arms encircle her waist and pull her close.

“That’s great news, because you know,” Belphegor was embracing her to him, his nose tracing over her neck inhaling the delicate scent of lavender and rose from her skin with a low groan, “tonight’s my night with you.” She was glad her face was hidden from view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Belph was the most affectionate towards her. The sweetest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the doting affection he only gave to her, the way he’d kiss her so softly before whispering, “Good morning my sunshine.” Because in Belph’s eye, she was his sun, bringing light and life into his world. In heat he was a beast, but outside of it he was a sleepy teddy bear, who just wanted to love her with everything he had. 

“You won’t get anything if you don’t sort out this mess,” she huffed, trying to distract herself from the tingle in her thighs. She could feel it happening again, the same empowerment she had felt in Diavolo’s office, stirring stronger from the smallest of Belphegor's affection and touches. 

“No. No stop that, you’re ruining it,” Satan grumbled as she began putting the paperwork back in its position. 

“One, two, three, fou-oh!” Her sentence slurred into a moan as Belphie pressed his body up against her back, pinning her slightly to the desk. Two warm palms began teasing the back of her thighs before pressing flat against her skin and pushing upwards slowly. The thin material of her nightie, which skirted mid-thigh, crept slowly up. Belph expected her to slap his hands away, but he never expected for her to part her legs a little wider for him to witness the already wet flesh between her bare thighs. A low hum rang against her neck, one hand cupping the round curve of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.

“I think,” came Belph’s voice, dropping into a huskier tone, “that this is enough mischief for one day. Let us retire to my room.”

“Like hell you are!” Satan snapped, pulling Belphs gaze away from her slickened folds. “She’s more aroused than usual; I should know.”. His words were followed by a smug snicker. “I bet she’s thinking of him.” ‘Him’ being a reference to Lucifer. 

“Actually,” her hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, giving in once more to the heat that burned across her body whilst her cunt clenched with need, “I was thinking of both of you and all the mess we could cause over this desk.” As she finished her words, she pressed back to rub against Belphegor's crotch which was already rapidly hardening from scent and sight alone.

“No fair, my love, it is my night with you.” He gave her ass another squeeze. As much as he hated sharing her, the thought of having her on Lucifers desk was arousing to him. Knowing Lucifer would have to see the marks that she left, smell her scent upon the table and having to know that it was him and Satan that were the reason for it. It would drive him wild, which would essentially drive both the two brothers wild with enthusiasm.

“And a night with me you will get, I promise.” Turning her head over her shoulder to catch his lips, she let his eager tongue part her lips as it sought out her own.

-

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” Satan was huffing against her neck for the third time in ten minutes,

“Just be patient, it is his night after all,” she replied as she pushed Belph flat against Lucifers desk before straddling him, whilst Satan was pressed as close as he could behind her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself down, still sensitive from the previous high that they brought her to with their fingers and mouths. “Oh god… Belph!” Her finger grasped at his hoodie, both him and Satan still fully dressed whilst her nightie had been tossed to the floor. 

Belph couldn’t find the words to respond, watching her sink down as his cock disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wetter than he or Satan had ever seen her, bursting and coming to life as she told them exactly what she needed, letting the lust and arousal in her body speak for her.

His fingers traced up her thighs, hands ghosting over her waist and behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon her skin as she whined loudly. The teasing touches and the stretch of him inside her was too much, walls pulsing as she came with him fully hilted inside her. Her jaw slackened and a cold sweat ran down the back of her spine, the salted droplets being lapped up from Satan as his hands continued to squeeze over her breasts.

“Kitten- I really need to be inside you,” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing against the left cleft of her ass leaving a clear mark of pre-release upon her skin. 

“Lube is in… the… top drawer,” she panted, letting her movements slow down as she rode out her high. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten down and dirty in this office, having provided a very stunned Lucifer with a one-on-one private show of her and her toy collection whilst he worked. 

All Belph could do was groan and raise his hips every so often, hitting all the perfect angles inside her to make stars dance across her vision. Her movements kept on at a slow pace whilst Satan prepared himself.

“Be a good kitten and make them wet,” he commanded as he stood back behind her, letting his fingers thrust into her mouth at the same time she lowered and raised over Belph. 

Another climax hit her when Satan’s fingers began playing and teasing her puckered hole from behind before a finger, dripping with saliva, slowly pushed in. The slow rhythm of her movements allowed for Satan to let her body adjust before two fingers were thrusting inside her. Each time they pulled back, her muscles clenched sending Belph into a groaning mess at her spasming walls. 

“More,” she begged, her fingers ripping the front of Belph’s clothes as she grinded forward to feel him hit against her g-spot.

“Good girl kitten, that’s it - relax,” Satan cooed, his fingers removed to only be replaced with something much larger and thicker. 

“Relax,” Belphegor encouraged, leaning up the best he could as he pulled her down by her shoulders to kiss her. Satan slowly pushed in, her whimpers and moans caught by Belphs mouth, until finally two cocks were buried to the hilt inside her. Satan did nothing more than pull out as Belph thrusted up, sending her headfirst into another climax. Her palm scratched at the wooden desk below Belphs shoulders, leaving curled pieces of wood right in front of where Lucifer would sit. 

“There! There! Fuck- like that,” her head being thrown back in bliss at their rhythm. One would thrust whilst the other pulled back, gaining a pace that had slapping skin ringing through the office. The pace would slow when one got close, wanting to focus on her and leaving her with the ability to only say their names and think of them. Belph continued to tease her skin with faint touches, the occasional grab of her waist to guide her before ghosting over her skin once more. When her breath became a high pitched gasp, her lust filled eyes would catch his, a signal for him to help push her over the edge. Satan’s hands would tug her nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at her stretched neck whilst Belph’s thumb would rub tight circles over her swollen clit, perfectly synchronised to bring her tumbling straight over the edge of sanity.

Climax after climax hit her, tongue lolling to the side at being penetrated by both of them. It wasn’t something she was new to; being in a relationship with seven brothers meant double, sometimes even triple, penetration was a regular occurrence. But never did she feel this full, this ravenous. 

By the time Satan and Belph had spilled inside her, Lucifer's desk was soaked in fluids, paperwork and hardwood stained with her release that had soaked down Belphegor's thighs and onto the surface below. Each time Satan had thrusted into her, traces of lube would drip down their thighs to pool onto a puddle on the floor. Her scent stained the room, which Lucifer wouldn’t have minded but it was tainted with the hint of his brothers.

And to make matters worse for their eldest brother, Satan had snapped a photo whilst she was mid-orgasm. Ensuring to get his cock stretching her ass whilst Belph fucked her pussy. The photo itself was a masterpiece: Her back arched, head pressing against Satan's shoulders with her eyes tightly shut and her own hands pinching her nipples; The face of someone lost in the wild abandonment of pleasure. A caption of ‘Can’t believe you tried to hide this’ followed. 

“I think we made a pretty good mess, Kitten,” Satan panted against her shoulder, his face as red as her behind which had been slapped multiple times ather request. 

“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, her legs purely boneless as Belph sat up to carry her bridal style.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Satan yelled, watching Belph carry her out of the room, leaving the office stained and her nightie upon the floor. 

“I told you,” Belph growled lowly, “it’s my night with her.”

-

Regardless of how fast Lucifer had run, he was too late. He stumbled into his sex-scented office. Release from her left a sticky glaze over his desk whilst scratch marks looked like a beast had clawed at them. His gloved hands held tightly onto the nightie upon the floor. The mess of his desk was an issue for another time; he would place no blame upon her. 

“You utter imbecile!” Fangs pointed out from his gums as he found Satan alone in the library in the west wing of the house.

“You saidto not let anyone in; you didn’t say she couldn’t come out,” Satan taunted, smugness plastered over his face. He knew Lucifer had seen his office from the silk material of her clothes he still clutched in his hand. He also knew he had seen the explicit image he had made sure to send him. “As I said, why did you try to hide her?”

“The potion went wrong. She’s in heat.” Lucifer watched as Satan’s eyes sparkled.

“But that’s impossible. She’s a human, how did-“ the blonde began.

“Solomon. Solomon is how.” Lucifer pushed a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”.

“In the attic.” Satan returned to his book as Lucifer turned on his heel. “But Lucifer.” Lucifer threw his head over his shoulder, ready for a snide remark about the activities that went on in his office. “Normally I wouldn’t bother about you but, for her sake, I’d leave them be.”

“And why’s that?” Lucifer stopped and turned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Satan continued to express his smugness, his eyes peering over the top of his book. “Remember when Levi was in heat and destroyed that Ruri-chan pillow?”.

“Of course… he bit Mammon for trying to take it away”

His lips curling into a smirk, Satan put his book down. “Belphegor is the pillow.”

-

“Good morning my little star-light.” Belphegor brushed her hair out of her face, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyes still shut, the urge to fall back to sleep lulling him into the warmth embrace.

“Good morning you,” she yawned, eyes fluttering open as Belph’s strong arms pulled her close. The warmth of his skin against her and the content smile on his face was a sin of its own kind. A small giggle left her as he pulled her closer, burying her head against his chest. “We need to get up soon.” As she pressed a trail of small kisses over his heart, she smiled to herself to feel the hardness already pressing against her stomach. 

“I thought you would have been worn out after last night,” he gasped as her hand teased its way into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking in a lazily manner.

“I was but-“ Her body felt rejuvenated and fresh, no muscle aches, only heat coursing through her veins. “I’m hungry for more.” A deep groan filled the attic space as her mouth replaced her hand, waking Belph and repaying him tenfold for the way he had satisfied her the previous night.

-

When she finally pulled herself out of the attic, leaving Belph still panting and breathless from the way her mouth had worked over him, she ran straight into Lucifer. Luckily, Belph had dressed her in one of his hoodies for her modesty, not that she minded.

“My dove, you really should rest. I fear you cannot leave the house in your state.” Lucifer cupped her cheek and was rubbing his thumb softly against her. “It is not safe for you”

“Lucifer, I- I’m so sorry for yesterday, I really don’t know what came over me…” A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, as he glanced down at her, the top of her thighs became damp and she regretted the lack of underwear she had on. 

“My dear-“ He stopped, pupils widening at the heavenly scent hitting his nose She was extremely aroused. “It appears Solomon gave you the wrong potion; yours is filled with an aphrodisiac we can’t control. It should fade in a few days, but for the time being it is safest for you to stay here.”.

She nodded in response, pressing herself closer to him and letting her fingers toy with the buttons of his waistcoat. 

“Lucifer...,” she meekly whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, letting his arms hold onto her shoulders as she continued to press against him. “I want to thank you for yesterday.” Her fingers slowly unpopped a button and she began pressing her lower half against him in a silent plea as her tongue playfully darted across his lower lip. She was losing her self control in a rapid manner, whining heavily as he pulled back.

“I fear I have matters to attend to today, otherwise I would be more than happy to keep you content in the confines of my room.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with lust, a hint of disappointment forming over her face. 

“I’ll be waiting for you to come home,” she pouted as he did up the buttons she’d undone. 

-

She ate breakfast and had a bath to calm herself down before pulling out her small vibrator and withering away in her satin sheets. Is what she would have done if she had listened to Lucifer. Instead, she showered and set off to find the sorcerer who had caused all her problems, hoping to find a way for him to help calm her constant need. 

Dressed in a white summer dress, a slightly plunge top with a skater skirt and her hair down in loose curls, off she went to him in purgatory hall. It probably wasn’t the best decision to wear such a short dress but her skin felt on fire; clothes were just too restrictive at the moment. She’d cleaned her thighs before she left, making her best effort to prevent her scent from wandering demons. And all was going well until a masculine scent hit her nose. One of Beel’s team mates walked past her; he must have been to the gym as sweat gleamed off his shirtless body. The smell of pheromones hit her instantly and she felt a throb between her legs instantly ruining her underwear. The scent of her was caught by the demon, who turned whilst sniffing into the air. She had to move quickly or he’d trace the scent to her. 

With a frantic look around, she realised how far she still was from Solomon’s quarters but luckily Simeon’s room was only a few doors away from where she stood. Without a second though she raced to the room, listening as footsteps quickly approached behind her. Without knocking, she flung herself into Simeon’s room, thanking anyone and everyone that the door was open. Only, she didn’t expect to see what she did inside.

“Normie…?” Leviathan called out as she panted against the door. In the glowing light of the room were Simeon and Leviathan sat at a table, a stack of comics between them.

“Levi? Oh god, Levi, it’s you.” She took a few running steps to embrace him from behind as he sat down, sending the boy redder than beetroot. “Oh, and Simeon, I’m so sorry for barging in.”

“It is quite alright my sweet,” the angel said, smiling wholesomely at her. “You look parched. What happened?”

“Oh I just-“ she started, her eyes falling to the exposed muscles of his biceps. Beneath his cloak and visible from his black top was the clear outline of his god-sculpted body. A body that made her lose all train of thought.

“Yo, normie?” Levi pinched her hand gently to break her trance.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I just thought someone was following me. Would it be okay if I hung out here for a little while to calm down?” By ‘calm down’ she meant for her core to stop pulsing and her thighs to stop rubbing together. She was getting worse by the minute sitting with the two boys, the total opposites of each other; the demon of envy and the most angelic angel to walk the dusty pits of hell. A yin and yang she most definitely wanted to be in the middle of. “So what are you doing here Levi?” She pulled herself off him and took a seat between them. 

Levi, unable to stop the breath hitching in his throat when she walked in, could scent her before she even walked through the front door. And that was when he realised why she came running into Simeon’s room. Any demon nearby would have been able to pick up her scent with how strong it was. He also sensed her rapid heart beat, pumping and throbbing like her pulse as red tinted her cheeks the look of arousal written all over her face. 

“Levi here is showing me the ways of ‘manga’,” Simeon smiled, oblivious to the way the young girl was fidgeting in her seat.

“Normie, are you alright?” The purple haired demon asked as he watched her. He’d received a message in the group chat from Lucifer to state she was, quote, in a ‘situational state’ with nothing more. Satan had replied with a smirk emoji, leaving Levi to question what exactly was happening.

“I- I need to use the bathroom.” she stammered as the rising colour of her cheeks spread down her neck and chest, making the white dress glow atop of her skin. The more she looked between the two, the more her mind wandered into dirty territory...

“Normie, you don’t look well.” 

Both Leviathan and Simeon reached out to hold her arms. The young girl’s back arched at the contact and gripped the table edge as she stood up, unable to look either of them in the eye as she was unable to hold back the moan, the slight of touches having sent her in the deepest pit of lust and arousal. 

“Levi-“ She finally turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes swimming and lost behind a clear gaze. Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she didn’t have to say another word for Leviathan to understand. This was the state Lucifer was clearly on about. With her legs spread a little, the aroma of her arousal quickly found itself to both him and Simeon and Levi knew in that moment just how desperate the situation was. 

“Shit normie.. I-“ Leviathan scratched the back of his neck as he looked between her and Simeon, unsure of how to handle the situation. 

Simeon watched her, a familiar tension building in his stomach, a feeling he often felt around her but was usually able to ignore. But in this moment it was almost overpowering, overwhelming and he was unable to fight the strong stir of emotions inside him. 

“Simeon… I’m so sorry-“ she began and, as she turned, the angel felt himself crumple from the heated gaze that bore down at him as passionate lust took over his body. 

The potion may have had no effect on demons, but the scent alone was enough to have an impact on the angel, sending him into an aroused state.

“Do not apologise, my sweet.” Simeon took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You by far smell more sweet than anything I have come across. Do not deny yourself the pleasure you desire.” He nodded at Levi who stood up to wrap his arms around her waist. “Use my room as you please.”

“Is this okay?” Levi whispered into the shell of her ear, worried about her more than anything else. Her answer came in a quick nod and her hands bunched up the skirt of her dress to expose the white silk resting upon her skin.

Simeon’s heart was racing as he sat forward, intrigued to watch Levi slowly tug down her underwear, watching the gloss of her arousal stick to the fabric before it pooled to a heap on the floor. A groan filled the room. She was unsure if it came from Levi or Simeon. 

“Please…” she whispered, spreading her legs as she bent forward, exposing her drenched cunt to both of them.

-

Eager eyes flitted between the two of them, Simeon still watching the couple. How Levi had knelt down, spreading the cheeks of her behind to gain better access to her before letting his serpent tongue flicker across her wet slit. How her arms gave out and she fell flat against the oak table, letting her hips buck against his face as he kept her ass in place whilst his tongue disappeared between her velvety folds. How she lost herself when her climax hit after only a few moments calling out for more.

“Leviathan,” she whispered so sweetly as she turned around once his mouth had pulled away from her, the same lips slicked with wetness pressing against her own as her tongue played with his, which had just brought her intense pleasure. 

“I got you.” Hushed whispers shared against her lips as she hastily undid his belt, her hand diving into the confines of his boxers to wrap around his cock, stroking it until he was fully hard, both of them almost forgetting about their audience as he pushed her down, spreading her thighs and pushing them around his waist as he lined himself up against her, taking her with no resistance as he slid into her tight heat.

It was lustful, it was a sin, but most importantly it was love. The reassuring whispers of “I’ve got you, I love you,” as Levi drove deeper into her. His hands holding her waist as he pulled her up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightly around his waist squeezing and tensing with each rock of his hips. The thin silk of her drenched underwear hanging off her ankle, swaying with each movement, almost taunting Simeon as he watched on. 

It was the soft whimpers of ‘harder’ that pulled him from his trance, shining eyes of blue meeting hers in a gaze as they stared on in wonder. Her dress pushed up just enough to bare her waist, her breasts spilling from the top half and bouncing forward with each thrust. Back arched like a bow reaching breaking point off the table, petite hands grasping at anything they could find. And, whilst he and her held eye contact, he watched in awe as she came. Her voice raising into a high pitch moans, chest rising and collapsing quickly, her body curling as they finally broke eye contact when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans were so sweet they made the angel blush. He was positive they could part the clouds and give a direct pathway to the gates of heaven. 

It made him wonder how something so beautiful and breathtaking could be such a sin.

It was that which ruined the angel. He was unable to stop himself as a hand began to palm over his erect cock in his pants. Scent, sight and sound became too overbearing for him as he gave into the heat of his need.

The air in the room had changed, Leviathan too busy driving into her to notice it. His grunts and the slapping of his skin echoed off the walls, whilst she came down from her high to fix on Simeon. Watching him as he watched her, his pupils expanding as his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips whilst he continued to touch himself above his clothes. 

By her third orgasm, Leviathan was unable to stop himself holding back, gritting his teeth as his pace began to falter. His eyes screwed shut as his jaw clenched, a stuttered groan came as he released inside her, pressing himself tightly against her to be sure he filled her with everything he had, her name hot off his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, keeping themselves together as they basked in their afterglow. 

“You did so good,” He praised, cupping her cheek as he wiped away the tears that formed under her eyes. Until finally he pulled out of her, his seed from inside her spilling onto the table beneath. “I’ll get a towel,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving the room. She would have blissfully laid against the table not moving, but the presence of another kept her from doing so. 

“Simeon…” Her voice angelic to his ears as she sat up, her breasts swaying as she stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down. “My sweet, sweet, angel…” The tan of his skin was flushed red as her eyes wandered down, his hand continuing to mess over the front of his trousers as he looked at her like a helpless lamb. “Let me.” She leaned up as she ghosted her lips against his in a way to test him, to test if he’d show any protest but instead he melted into her, letting his lips glide over hers as if that was their sole purpose. 

Her hand slowly trailed up his thighs, parting his legs as she fitted between them. Her own hand replaced his as he whined softly against her. Hands slowly unpopped the buttons, the haste from before now eased into a soothing-time stopping pace. No rush, just slow, burning desire.

“Am I the first?” She questioned, gently nipping at his lower lip as his trousers and boxers slowly came down, her hand ghosting over his erect length but not fully touching.

“Y-yes.” His breath hitched to feel her hand slowly wrap around him. Her eyes widened in shock at the length of him; the gods had truly blessed him. 

“Oh- I-“ His words were lost as his hips slowly bucked into her touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” Letting him free of her hand, she stared up at him with doting affection.

“Please-don’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her hand back around him, her face leaning close. 

“My beautiful angel… my sweet, sweet angel,” she cooed, letting her hand move over him in a gentle grip, savouring the noises he made. The world was completely forgotten,the two of them sharing an intimate moment as she wetted her lips before slowly taking his head into her mouth. His fingers grasped the edge of the chair, twitching as he breathed out in a stuttered breath. His mind went blank as she took him in further, pulling him into the wet depths of her mouth. Her name left his mouth like a chant, repeated like a prayer he spoke every morning and night. 

Leviathan had entered back into the room, pausing before turning and leaving the pair alone in their tender moment. 

Heat pooled in Simeon’s stomach as her lips touched the base of his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the pit inside him dropped. His eyes shut tight as white heat took over him, and then he was spilling down the back of her throat with no warning. 

She hollowed her cheeks as she swallowed his plentiful release, sucking him dry before releasing him. His taste was sweet, lingering, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth. 

“My perfect angel,” she said, pressing a kiss to his head as his hand moved and intertwined with hers. Nothing in all of heaven had made him feel as good as she had. 

-

“She will be safe here,” Simeon’s face softened as he stared at the young girl asleep in his bed. After the events of earlier, she had passed out with a blissful face whilst the angel and demon cleaned up. “I’ve put a protection charm on the door. No one will be able to get in.”

“It’s not them getting in I’m worried about it’s her getting out,” Leviathan sighed, running his hands over his face. The two boys agreed to never speak of what had happened earlier, for an angel to allow lust to take over his actions especially from watching acts of a demon. 

“I promise you, no harm will come to her. Have you spoken to Lucifer?”

“Yes, he was so pissed she came out. But she’s like the rest of us; never listens to him,” Levi chuckled, watching her sleeping figure cosy up in the blankets. “I guess that’s why we all love her.”

“And did Lucifer explain this- her behaviour..?”

“One guess.”

“Solomon?” Simeon rolled his eyes.

“Bingo. Something about the wrong potion, her basically being in heat, I don’t know. It’s something he needs to explain in person. He was too busy yelling down the phone.”

“She is safe here, my friend. Let us wait until Lucifer comes.” Simeon reached for a comic off the table, intending to pick up the conversation from before she had come in. Only to stop when he saw wetness that they’d missed coating the cover.

-

Lucifer had gone ballistic when he arrived, all his rage was bubbling through him as he yelled left, right and center. “You disobeyed me! how could you be so reckless?” He had scorned her, towering over her with gritted teeth. His words stopped and his anger subsided as her bottom lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears as she hung her head in shame. A weak, “I’m sorry,” made him pull her into his hold tightly, showering her forehead with kisses. He knew it wasn’t her fault; he was simply worried. Worried that if another had scented her the way she was then they would try to take her. “From now on, I need you to stay in the house, okay?” he said, cupping her face as he whispered softly, kissing her gently, hoping she would understand without him saying the words to show how worried he had been. 

Lucifer took her home and straight to his room, informing the brothers not to disturb them. He ran her a bath with rose petals, resting her back against his chest as he cradled her close, whispering sweet words of praise as he washed her. That night, he cared for her, letting his fingers work her she was almost sobbing for him to fill her properly. 

-

In the morning he had to go back to work. As much as he wanted to be with her, his loyalty to Diavolo came first. This time, however, he placed an enchantment on the whole house, ensuring the girl would not be able to leave; the front door, window and back door glued shut if she tried to open them. If another demon opened them and she tried to exit, they would face an electric shock, both of them. It even included the windows; he knew Belphegor had a tendency to sneak out of the attic window. Lucifer was taking no risk or chance. The only way she could leave was if Lucifer left with her or if he lifted the enchantment.

She woke up alone, throwing on one of Lucifer's shirts. Even his lingering scent was arousing, regardless of the way he’d taken care of her in the night. The potion was ruining her. None of the aches or the worn out muscles remained, only fresh feelings and a warm glow. 

She left his room and walked along the corridor until she heard it. 

“Sweeeeeeetie,” Asmo yelled, running, well, skipping, towards her at the top of his voice.

“Asssssie,” she laughed as he picked her up with ease, using strength only a few demons ever got to see. Her shirt lifted as she wrapped her legs around him.

“I heard someoooone’s been in a little trouble the last few days,” he teased in a singsong voice, walking with her in his arms. “I’m offended you didn’t come to me first.” He pouted as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now baby,” she whispered, letting that feeling of heat take over once more.

Asmo carried her into his room, keeping one arm around her as he ran a bath, kissing her tenderly whilst the water drew to the right heat, his hands slowly peeling off her shirt until his fingers glided over her soft skin.

“So perfect,” he whispered, letting her undo his own clothes, his trousers dropping to the floor as he picked her up and settled her into the water. He lay back with her straddling him, his mouth nipping gently at her neck as his hand dipped below the water to ghost over her thighs. “And I thought I was meant to be the lustful one,” he teased at the scent of her arousal, his eyes sparkling as he felt her heartbeat quicken. 

She didn’t have time to answer back with quick wit, instead letting his fingers work inside her until she came over them, the water splashing at the sides of the tub as she rocked gently over his until he sat up and began to push her back gently. 

“No,“ she blushed and stopped him, pushing him back down and taking his length into her hand. “I want to be on top.”

Asmo showed no sign of protest, holding her waist gently as his hands brushed up and down her sides whilst she lowered herself onto him. Whilst he knew he was skilled at giving pleasure to his lovers, that he liked to be in control, she needed this more. To let herself set the pace, the mood, the angle. She needed control more than he did at this moment. 

One arm circled her waist to keep her close, the other cupping her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly as it bounced in his hold. Her moans were captured by his mouth, a sweet kiss at first only breathing away for air., before pulling back to each other, this time tongues slipping between the velvet folds of their mouths, desperately searching for each other.

He kept her pressed against him when she came, whining so softly against his lips. His arm around her kept her close even as she tried to pull away naturally, her walls pulsing as he felt every tight flutter over him.

“That’s it, you're so good,” he cooed softly, taking his hand off her breast to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips touched her ear as he shallowly rocked up against her. 

He encouraged her through another climax; he was skilled in holding off his own until finally he could do so no more. The water around them was now lukewarm as she pressed her lips tightly against his, the avatar of lust unable to resist anymore as he spilled inside her, bringing her to one final climax from the throb of his head against her cervix. 

He refused her help as he cleaned her thighs and skin with a wet cloth from the side, pressing kisses to her glowing lips. He enjoyed afterwards with her just as much sex itself; she brought him a different type of pleasure. The cuddles, the kisses, the reassurance through panting breaths, the way she looked so radiant as she curled up against him, still a little hazy and drunk off pleasure. He was good at that, making her feel so blissed out that words, colours and meaning to anything no longer made sense.

“I have a class I need to start getting ready for, sweetie.” Asmo pressed a kiss to her forehead, peeling himself away from her even though she clung after him as he placed her on his bed. “I skipped biology this morning, but it’s okay. I got a more physical lesson than R.A.D could ever teach.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Here, this will satisfy you until someone’s back.” Asmo pulled out a toy that curved, passing her a remote. It was her toy, one that Asmo had bought for her when they began experimenting with different ones. He peppered kisses up her thighs before slowly easing it into her. It wasn’t as thick or as big as any of the brothers but at least it did all the work for her to satisfy her. 

She had already begun withering from it’s touch, the curve of it hitting against her g-spot with a humming vibration. Asmo stood for a few moments in silence, in admiration of her. She was beautiful. He didn’t have words for how special she was to him or his brothers, their human captivating the hearts of demons and giving them a piece of her own in return. He was just about to pull himself away to finally leave for class when his door open and in strolled-

“Solomon?” Looking on in confusion, the young girl quickly closed her spread thighs as the sorcerer came walking in as if he belonged.

“My, my.” He had a cheshire grin full of darkness, “So it is true.”

“Solomon, what are you- Get out!” Asmo took a step but a flick of the wrist from Solomon had him frozen in place. Asmo’s eyes darted to her in worry, unable to move any other part of his body. 

“My dear, I can practically sense your heat from here,” Solomon grinned as he focused his attention on her. She was softly mewling as the toy continued on a low intensity with her legs shut. “Don’t fear, I won’t touch.” He knew that if he placed a hand on her in this state, the brothers would feel it due to their pacts and it would only be a matter of seconds before Lucifer appeared. “I just want to watch.” He’d been fascinated at Lucifer's claims, that a human had gone into heat by his doing and he longed to see the effects of it in person himself. “May I?” 

The girl nodded and gently parted her thighs; she knew Solomon wouldn’t hurt her. She also knew of his ‘relationship’ with Asmo. If Asmo trusted him, then so did she. “I won’t touch her, I swear.” Solomon turned to Asmo with a soft look in his ashen eyes. With a click Asmo was free, stumbling forward slightly before stopping. 

“Sweetie… are you sure about this?” Asmo placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it slightly with reassurance. 

“Yes,” she breathed out in a part whine, the toy continuing to buzz inside her, making her stomach light, her eyes heavy with desire as they met Solomon’s. She let her thighs spread further, giving them a full view of her glistening folds as she gently gripped the sheets below. 

Solomon watched with sparkling eyes of lust as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm as Asmo cooed her softly through them, telling her how good she was. But by that point, Solomon was losing his composure. The scent of her heat was affecting him. He knew the potion she had taken had no effect on demons, but after his conversation with Simeon and the way his own body was becoming heated, he was feeling first hand that the effects could pass on to humans and other godly creatures.

“Touch her,” he commanded, peering down at Asmo as his hand moved to palm over the bulge growing in his black slacks. He would stay true to his word, he would not touch her, but he’d never said Asmo couldn’t. 

-

The flames of pleasure licked her lower stomach, a strong sensation she had only felt a few times before building inside. 

“A-Asmo-!” Her voice was wavering and brimmed to the lid with lust, her hands shaking as they grasped at his golden-brown hair.

“"Look at that, Asmo... She cums as easily as you. Just another needy little slut." Solomon's words were sharp, mocking, with a grin on his face, "The great Asmodeus, outdone by a needy slutty human. You should be ashamed."His words were followed by a harsh blow, the sound of the slap ricocheting off the walls as his hand came down onto Asmo’s ass. 

The mumbles of pleasure from the avatar of lust vibrated against her. His tongue languidly licked at her swollen clit whilst two fingers curled up against her walls, pressing over and over against the spot that was rendering her breathless and seeing stars. He wanted to gaze up, admire her body writhing in pleasure with his rose-gold eyes but the way Solomon was roughly pounding into him from behind had them rolling to the back of his skull.

The thrusts from Solomon had Asmo pulling and pushing away from her folds, her hips grinding desperately back against him in need of friction until her hands anchored his head in place to keep him where she desperately needed him. She whimpered his name, thick pools of lust beneath her eyes gazing up and meeting’s Solomon’s. His brow was knitted, his jaw clenched as he drove into Asmo, each thrust harder than the last. His perfect shade of winter eyes baring down at her was the final push she needed.

Her thighs trembled as her toes curled, gasping profoundly into the air with loud curses as every nerve inside her body set alight whilst every hair on her skin stood up. Her spine curved as she rose off the bed, thick rivulets of her arousal releasing from the build up of pressure inside her. 

The hot squirt against his mouth and hand had Asmo undone; getting her to squirt had only happened on a few occasions. He whined heavily, almost louder than her as he came, shooting thick white against his torso as it dripped onto the floor. Solomon growled lowly at the tight clench of Asmo around him, his cock heavily throbbing inside him until he found his own release. His hips pressed harshly against his ass, his cock pulsing as he came inside him.

"You're just a natural slut like Asmo here. Such messy people." Solomon chuckled, slightly breathless as he gazed down at the mess glazing Asmo's skin. The demon surprisingly went red-faced under his words. "Little sluts need to be kept under control. Who knows the trouble you'd get into?" His gaze flickered to the woman. "Must be why Lucifer keeps you on such a short leash."

Solomon grinned with a devilish smile as Asmo cleaned her and himself up, resting against the door frame as he pulled up his slacks. The potion effects seemed to have worked unbelievably well, far better than any aphrodisiac he had ever seen. The girl had been able to handle multiple climaxes, each one growing in intensity until finally it became too much. Whilst she trembled with her aftershocks, she had been able to tell him that after a few hours’ rest her body would recover and be begging for more, muscle aches and bruising all vanishing as if just a dream. 

The white haired sourcer pulled Asmo into a deep kiss before, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, disappearing into thin air at the sound of the front door opening andLucifer calling out. He had come to check she was still there. 

“I’m here,” she panted out, Asmo helping them both to dress as she climbed under the covers. She was exhausted. Lucifer appeared with a smile which quickly faded; he sensed something in the air. 

“My love, who has been here?” His question sounded more like a command as he focused his gaze on her. Asmo could feel her bashfulness at having to explain the situation which occured, choosing to save her the trouble instead. 

“Come, she’s tired.” Asmo blew her a kiss before he tightly gripped Lucifer’s arm and led him down the corridor. 

-

Asmo calmed Lucifer down, explaining everything to him. Telling him how the girl saw Solomon just as close and special to her as she did the brothers. The same applied to Simeon after Levi had told him about the previous day. And Lucifer himself knew first hand the claim to her Diavolo now held.

“As much I hate the thought of his hands on her, if she wishes to be with them as well, we must let her and respect her wishes,” Lucifer sighed. He and his brothers had to accept that she touched the hearts of many and that they simply couldn’t keep her to themselves. “I fear we must learn to share our human, or we simply will push her away…”

-

The following morning she rose and headed to the kitchen. Although she still wasn’t going to R.A.D, she tried to keep herself in the routine of getting up and ready. Only, a dull throb pulsed between her thighs upon entering the kitchen upon sighting a shirtless beel wearing low skimmed joggers. Her eyes began falling down his toned torso, abs chiseled by the gods themselves, to the mouth watering v-line that led directly to his-

"Pft! Quit your starin’," Mammon huffed, pulling her out of her trance after witnessing her eyes practically glow. He was still overzealous when it came to her, hating that he had to share and fight for her attention amongst his brothers and, now, three more. 

“I-” a near growl rose deep within her chest to witness Beel innocently licking cream he’d spilled from his deviled puff eclair off his long, slender fingers. Unable to find words, she found herself throbbing and clenching over nothing as she rubbed her thighs on the spot where she stood. All she was able to do was shoot Mammon a look. A look he knew far too well as a smug grin took over his face. 

“I could smell ya from ya room,” he said in a low growl of a voice as he stalked towards her like a predator upon prey, the avatar of greed caging her in between him and the kitchen counter. The pink of his tongue darted out to swipe across the pointed fangs of his teeth before he leaned in. “I betcha ya already dripping.” His suspicion was confirmed as she sat upon the counter, hitching her skirt up for him to witness the wet patch already staining the silk of her underwear. A small ‘please’ was all she could muster, giving into the heat surging across her body as the need grew stronger with each passing second. “I’ve been waiting for ya, to get ma time with ya, waiting to make that tight pussy feel so good that ya won’t want anyone else.”

The following few moments were a blur, her eyes held tightly shut, nails scratching indents into the wooden surface. Her mind was left blank, two fingers swirling over her clit whilst two more thrusted into her tight cunt, unsure whose hand was whose. Her body lay flat against the surface as the two brothers stood between her legs, one leg hooked over Mammon's shoulder whilst the other rested over Beels, the two of them working in perfect unison to bring her to a blissful climax before the sun had fully risen. 

-

“Look,” Mammon’s voice commanded as he gripped her chin to keep her facing the full length mirror in front of his bed. Naked, he sat with her back to his chest, her feet placed onto his spread legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, giving her a full show of his cock disappearing and entering her each time he lifted her up. 

His teeth caught her ear as he whispered filth, “Look how well you take me, my tight human, my lewd girl,. Cumming again? Filthy girl, ya gonna make me bust a nut squeezing me like that, that’s it, scream ma name baby.” 

He held her waist with an arm around her, using his hidden strength to lift her up and down as he thrusted deeper. The girl was in the deepest of pleasure, tongue lolling to the side with her eyes thick with rapture, her head resting back on Mammon’s chest as she let him work her body. 

A low growl reminded her that there was another in the room Beel sat watching from the side with his hand around himself, his eyes focused purely on her, watching Mammon stretching her and her perky breasts bouncing up and down. His jaw ached to be on them, his tongue ready to devour her and his cock ready to buried deep inside her. 

“My turn,” he growled, as Mammon’s hips pressed up against her, his teeth in her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside her. Beel blocked the view of the mirror as he stood in front, the girl whimpering at the size of him. She couldn’t lie, his cock always scared her. Like his physical build, it was huge and intimidating. 

“Wait ya turn, I’m not done.” Mammon continued to shallowly thrust as she began to tremble in his hold, clenching around him with a tight grip. A heavy groan left him, making Beel roar in anger. 

The ginger dropped to his knees. His height had him now eye level with the girl as he kissed her deeply. One of his hands began thumbing over her nipple as the other toyed with her clit, making her buck violently against Mammon. The added stimulation had her thighs quaking and, if not for Mammon for holding her up, she would have fallen sideways as she came. 

They helped her ride out the high, before Beel lifted her up and off Mammon, Mammon unable to match his strength as he huffed, watching Beel push himself into her. The girl shifted so her legs were around Beel, her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She was as light as a feather to him, him kissing her deeply as she felt Mammon stand and line himself up behind her. His cock, slicked with her arousal, together with wet fingers, pressed against her puckered hole. 

“We’re gonna fuck ya so good,” Mammon licked the shell of her ear as a finger pushed into her, Beel slowly bouncing her off his cock, both brothers as greedy as each other as they filled her, taking climax after climax and leaving her utterly speechless. It was hard to tell in that moment which one really was the avatar of greed.

-

The next day, the girl had literally fucked the heat out of her body. Mammon and Beel had sent her into overstimulation as they worked together until she saw stars and came close to passing out. 

But when she woke up in her own bed the next day, heading down to breakfast and seeing all of the brothers, no rush of arousal came to her. The potion’s effects had finally worn off. 

“Morning!” She smiled sweetly, walking in and grabbing a slice of toast off the counter. The brothers waited a second, seeing if she would pounce on any of them but it never came. Instead, she merrily chatted and took a bite out of her food. 

The girl was thankful it was Saturday so she could enjoy some free time on the weekend. 

“Well, I think I might go out, get some fresh air if anyone wants to join?” she asked, turning around and heading out the door. But a leather glove stopped her, sending her turning backwards to see all of the brothers stalking close to her, Lucifer keeping a grip on her wrist. 

“It seems, my dove, you overspent myself and my brothers this week.” Lucifer pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’ve been a very needy girl.” 

Lucifer caught her lips as the other brothers surrounded her, each one pulling at her for her attention, several pairs of lips finding her own, several sets of hands beginning to undress her and caress her skin. 

For the first time, all seven of the brothers shared her, savouring their tiny human all for themselves. And as for getting some fresh air, that was never going to happen, since she wasn’t able to leave the house at any point that weekend, purely because she couldn’t walk the following day. 

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[wyverian-lady525]

Imagine if the s/o accidentally managed to hatch a Fatalis egg(that just so happened to already be a White Fatalis), and Cheval was there to witness s/o have the strongest bond he’s seen with such a powerful elder dragon…LOL, i love the two, so I thought it was cute *^^*

This IS cute!!💖😂 Also, I LUV the stories you’ve done so far! Please keep up the GREAT work!!

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The Ancestral Dragon

You and Cheval investigate some ancient ruins per the request of Lilia. You don’t find an elder dragon, but something much more incredible.

“Isn’t it a little unsettling that nothing is here?” Cheval asked as you just cheerfully strolled through these ruins. You were excited to be here. Cheval, on the other hand, was a bit jumpy.

Lilia had asked you both to investigate these old castle ruins on account of some strange white glow. Also, there’s been some bizarre lightning storms. Someone even said they witnessed a monster flying to and fro from there, however, that person seemed rather shaken up. The ruins themselves were old, cramped, and unstable, so the thought of any large monster living here baffled you.

However, you both went to ease her worries.

“Maybe there is no monster.” You stated while folding your hands behind your back.

“Or it’s just out right now.” Cheval stated while walking closer to you, trying not to seem a bit afraid. You just giggled and nudged him while saying, “Cheval...don’t make me tease you like when we were kids.”

At that comment, he crossed his arms and straightened his back. You just laughed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, causing him to smile slightly.

The two of you continued to venture into what felt like the heart of the ruins. It was a large open space, big enough for a monster. However, there was nothing there but broken off bits of stone.

“Thank goodness...” Cheval breathed while putting his hands on his hips. You, however, felt like there was something here. Something alive.

"Y/N?" He asked, concerned at your odd behavior as you stared at the center of the opening. Cheval followed your gaze, and he swore he could see a faint glow amongst the rubble. Before he could say anything, you walked in that direction.

"Y/N! Wait!" He whisper-shouted as he tailed you. Cheval's eyes scanned the skies in fear that something would swoop down and attack. You ignored your lover's concerns, as you felt something calling you towards that glow.

Climbing over another pile of rubble, you could see exactly what was beckoning you, however, it wasn’t what you expected.

It was an egg, pure white, except for the elder dragon markings that were glowing a crimson red. The marks were also faded, as if the egg had been here for a long time. However, it still had a white glow to it along with some red sparks here and there. 

“An egg...here?” Cheval asked with a tilt of his head as he caught up to you. You didn’t respond and instead ran your fingers along the shell, which made them tingle slightly.

“It’s an elder dragon. No doubt about it.” You told him as the egg almost seemed focused on you. He nodded in agreement as you picked it up. As you did this, some lightning cracked overhead causing Cheval to jump.

“Y/N, do you think this is a good idea?” He asked, worried for your safety.

“Yes.” You said without hesitation, lifting the arm that held your kinship stone up high. Then you began the rite that you have grown so accustomed to saying. With each word you would say, blood-red lightning would flash through the sky and the glow of the egg would intensify. Cheval would get closer to you each time this happened, ready to jump in if necessary.

Finally, a red bolt came down and struck the egg right before you. The force caused you to stumble back, making Cheval catch you. 

“You okay?” He asked while helping you back to your feet.

“Yeah. Thanks.” You said while patting his cheek. Then, as the dust and light faded, you walked back to where the egg was. However, instead of an egg, there was a monster.

A monster you’ve only ever heard about in legends.

It was a lengthy little guy, scales as white as snow. It had patches of fur running along its back along with a regal-looking set of horns. Little red sparks seemed to come off its face and chest as it stood up on its four legs and unfolded its little wings, mewing far more cutely than it should for such a monster.

“That’s a...a...” Cheval couldn’t even get the words out as he watched you crouch next to the baby elder dragon.

“A white fatalis.” You finished for him while hesitantly holding your hand out to it. The white fatalis sniffed your hand before nuzzling it slightly. You took the opportunity to pick up the baby, which didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, it climbed up to your shoulder, finding comfort in your soft hair. 

“Hey!” You giggled as it nuzzled against your head and back of your neck. You noticed that Cheval hasn’t said anything. So, carefully turning around, you saw him just staring at you in utter love and admiration. In fact, the way he looked at you caused you to blush all over again.

“W-what?” You slightly stuttered as he awkwardly blinked away his staring. Then he smiled slightly and shook his head.

“You never cease to amaze me, Y/N.” He said this so sweetly that you nearly felt light-headed. Never has Cheval seen anyone accomplish what you had just accomplished. It made him fall in love with you all over again.

“Y-you’re pretty amazing too!” You tried to counter the compliment with a half-hearted shout, causing your new monstie to wake up slightly from where it was resting on your shoulder. 

However, Cheval just shook his head and said, “Not as amazing as you.”

You pouted with a blush on your face. The white fatalis on your shoulder began to lick your face causing you to giggle and put it back in your arms again. Then you walked over to your lover and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s report back, I guess.” You said as you cradled the baby elder dragon like a newborn. He nodded, then nearly fell over when the little white fatalis tried swatting at his hair like a kitten.

“Aww! You guys are gonna get along great!” You told him with a grin. He just laughed and watched as your new monstie eyed him with a playful gaze. 

You acted like this was a normal occurrence, that anyone could’ve done what you just did.

However, Cheval saw something more. In his eyes, you were one of a kind. 

Someone truly special enough to form kinship with the ancestral dragon.

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[rosiehunterwolf]

rainy days

Prompts: Storm

Word Count: 10,561 (i KNOW i'm sorry)

Characters: Jay, Nya, and Lloyd

Timeline: Snapshots throughout the series

Trigger Warnings: Brief mentions of nightmares, brief PTSD, Grief/Mourning

Summary: There are many reasons why people may dislike storms. Maybe, like Kai, they find few things worse than being cold and wet. Or maybe, they dislike the eerie sounds of the whistling wind and booming thunder, like Cole. Or maybe, like Zane, they are concerned about the safety hazards. But for the other three members of the ninja team, storms offer a much more pleasant experience.

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Jay should have been sleeping.

He didn’t know what time it was, but it was late. The rest of his team had gone to sleep hours ago. He could tell by the sounds of their breath- Zane’s clear and even, Kai’s with a rougher edge that came from years of breathing in smoke at the forge, and Cole’s deep with a light snore to it.

The sounds brought him comfort, and Jay felt the tension in his shoulders from hunting down Serpentine all day ease up. It was funny, how, less than a year ago, he had slept in a trailer home in the middle of the desert, no one but his parents for miles around, and even then he had slept in his own room. But now, he was crammed in a small bedroom on the Destiny’s Bounty with three other teenage boys, and he couldn’t imagine life any other way.

Although, that life also included waking up early every morning and spending the better part of the day training and hunting Serpentine, meaning one ought to get a full night’s rest.

It wasn’t that Jay didn’t want to sleep. It had been a long day, and he was tired.

But he couldn’t. It was one of those nights where the wind whistled in the trees and the rain pattered against the windows. There was a dull ache in his left shoulder, the one that usually alluded to-

A flash of light illuminated the room, casting long shadows across the wall for an instant before it grew dark again.

Jay smiled. Lightning storm. Never failed.

Now he was even more awake though, the hair along his arm standing up. He sighed, pushing himself into a sitting position and dangling his feet over the edge of the bed. Groaning, he rolled his shoulders, and they popped. Making his way over to the ladder, he climbed down and tiptoed across the room, easing the door of their room shut behind him.

Thunder rumbled from outside, and as Jay reached a window, lightning lit up the dark ship again. He smiled, feeling excitement bubble in his chest. Storms had always given him an odd elation- although he guessed it wasn’t so weird now, knowing he was the Master of Lightning.

Not that he had succeeded in summoning any lightning without the Golden Nunchucks yet, but the point still stood. This was his element. This was where he was meant to be.

Peering out the window, he saw the rain looked to be fairly light, and decided to go outside. I’m already awake, why not?

As he walked down the hallway towards the doors leading out to the deck, he paused as voices filtered towards him. Curiously, he stepped forward, and froze at the sight of two figures.

Nya had a bath towel in her hands, wrapping it around Lloyd as she tried to dry him off. The kid was scowling, attempting to pull away from her and grumbling something about buzzkills.

“What are you guys doing up so late?”

“Jay!” Nya jumped, dropping the towel and giving Lloyd the opportunity to slip out of her grasp. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t sleep, ‘cause of the…” he waved his hand at the window, “‘cause of the storm.”

She smiled. “Me neither. And apparently,” she added with a grimace, “not this little guy either. Found him standing out in the rain looking like a drowned rat.”

“I did not look like a rat!” Lloyd insisted, stomping his foot.

“Oh, so the drowned part was right then?” Jay snickered. Lloyd shot him a hot glare, and Jay held up his hands. “Geez kid, I’m just joking.”

Lloyd huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I just wanted to be out in the storm. I like watching them.”

“I get that,” Jay told him. “I love watching the storms too. Especially when there’s some killer lightning bolts. I’ve got some great lightning pictures I’ll have to show you sometime.”

Lloyd’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“He can show you tomorrow,” Nya insisted. “It’s two am, and it’s way past your bedtime.”

Jay winced. Geez, he really was going to be tired tomorrow morning, wasn’t he?

“But I didn’t even get to see the storm!” Lloyd whined. Turning to Jay, he added, “You’ll let me watch it with you, won’t you?”

Jay laughed nervously. Great, now the kid was trying to rope him into this to gain an advantage on Nya. No thanks.

…He did have a point, though. From the sounds of it, this was a big storm, and Jay wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep until it passed.

Nya must’ve guessed what he was thinking, because she sighed loudly. “I’ll let you stay up for half an hour more if you watch it from inside.”

“It’s not the same!” Jay and Lloyd burst out at the same time, then froze, glancing at each other. Jay broke into laughter at the look on the kid’s face, and, after a moment, Lloyd tentatively joined in too.

“C’mon, Nya, I’ll be with him. The Bounty is mostly sheltered, anyway. We’re not even flying! Let him out for a little while.”

Nya glared at him. “I don’t know how you talk me into these things.”

“Alright!” Jay whooped, high-fiving Lloyd.

“If he comes down with a cold, I am never forgiving you,” Nya muttered, reaching for her rain poncho. She handed Lloyd a spare one of theirs. “At least wear this.”

Lloyd wrinkled his nose at her, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Wear it, or don’t go at all.”

Lloyd sighed, slipping it on, and Jay had to bite back a laugh. The poncho was much too big on him, coming down to his ankles like some sort of strange dress. Lloyd didn’t look very happy about it though, so Jay refrained from the teasing.

As the three of them trekked out onto the deck, gentle rainfall pattered across their ponchos, and Jay immediately felt himself relax, the stiffness in his shoulders easing. Lloyd perked up too, skipping over to the railing to peer over the side, trying to spot lightning in the distance. Even Nya began to smile, tilting her face up towards the rain.

“See?” Jay teased, elbowing her. “You like it too!”

“I like the rain,” she told him. “It doesn’t mean I have the sense to stand out in the middle of a thunderstorm.”

“I told you, we’ll be fine! It’s perfectly safe here! Stop being such a grouch and come on!” Hooking her by the elbow, he pulled her over to where Lloyd was standing at the railing.

“See any cool bolts, Lloydster?” Jay asked, leaning his elbows on the railing next to him.

Lloyd narrowed his eyes. “Not yet.”

“Well, keep looking. It’s when you’re not watching carefully that you miss all the cool ones.”

Lloyd’s eyebrows furrowed as he squinted at the sky, almost as if he was commanding it to do something. Jay laughed. “You have to be patient, Lloyd.”

“Lloyd doesn’t know what that is,” Nya snorted.

Lloyd bristled at that. “Hey!” he snapped as Jay burst into laughter. He elbowed Nya, hard, and she flinched back with a whine.

“Ow! Kid, that hurt!”

“Hey, don’t think just because I’m smaller than you, I’m not strong!”

“Duly noted,” Nya muttered, rubbing her side.

Lightning crackled down not too far off, leaping across the sky in spindly strands, the flash blazing across the sky. Lloyd’s eyes widened, but he didn’t flinch, not even as thunder boomed loudly, practically shaking the Bounty.

“Never seen a big storm like this, bud?” he asked, grinning up in awe at the light blazing in the sky.

“We weren’t allowed to go out without permission at Darkley’s. And the teachers never let us go at night. Some of the older boys snuck out anyway, but they never let me come with them.” Lloyd sighed, resting his chin on his hands. “I missed all the best storms.”

“Well, you’re in luck, bud, because I come out here to watch storms all the time! And you can join me anytime!” Nya shot him a look, and he quickly amended, “Well, before a reasonable hour, at least. This is a special occasion.”

Lloyd had an odd look on his face, but he smiled tentatively. “Thanks, Jay.”

“You’re pretty brave, out here in the storm like this. When I was your age, I remember always running to Kai’s room every time there was a storm.” She smiled, but her eyes were sad as she gazed off into the distance.

Lloyd shrugged. “I dunno, some of the other young kids at Darkley’s were scared of storms and tried to hide it… but I don’t think that’s me. I’ve never been afraid of them. I can’t really explain it, I just feel a connection.”

Something odd tingled in Jay’s chest, and he sensed a spark coming from the boy, a warm glow, like a soft, green-

Jay blinked, and the sensation passed. He must’ve just been imagining things again. Maybe it was his supposed “elemental powers” reacting to the storm. Jay didn’t understand what the point of feeling them was if he still couldn’t use them without his Golden Weapon.

“It’s dumb,” Lloyd muttered, kicking the ground sullenly.

“Hey, it’s not! I feel some sort of pull to the storm too!” Jay assured him.

“But you’re the Elemental Master of Lightning! That makes sense for you.”

“What about Nya?”

Lloyd turned to look at her, gaze questioning. “You feel it too?”

Nya closed her eyes. “The rain- it calms me. It patters across my skin, wiping all my thoughts and worries away, leaving just me and the storm, the gentle rumbles of thunder filling my mind.”

Lloyd smiled shyly at her. “You do get it.”

“I never thought it was an elemental thing, anyway,” Jay told him. “I’ve always felt this way- long before I found out I was an elemental master. Granted, we didn’t get many thunderstorms in the middle of the desert, more dust storms than anything… but when we did, it always felt special. Every time it stormed, I would always run to sit on the steps of our trailer- my mom wouldn’t let me go any further- and watch the lightning. I had a notebook, where I would sketch it, and once I got a little older my mom got me a camera and I started taking pictures. By the time I was seven, I could name pretty much every type of lightning formation and storm there was.”

Nya smiled. “I remember being pretty intrigued as well. Like I said, when I was young I was scared, but after a little while I realized that the things I feared were the things I didn’t understand. I checked out like, pretty much every book from the library on storms. And I made those little raincatcher things to measure rainfall, and placed them all over the place whenever we travelled to the city. Kai got annoyed whenever I dragged him all the way down there again the next day to check them all. He never understood my “experiments.” I mean, technically it was more of an analytical study, but… tell that to him.”

Lloyd looked out at the storm again as another lightning bolt flashed. “I wish someone had taken me out to see the storms when I was little.”

Nya elbowed him lightly. “You’re still little, silly.”

Lloyd puffed out his chest. “Am not! I’m getting taller and taller every day, and-”

“Okay, okay,” Nya laughed. “Cool it, big shot.”

Shortstack, Jay mouthed above his head, but apparently Lloyd still caught it, he realized quickly, as he was delivered a kick to the shin.

“Ow,” Jay whined. “Will you stop doing that? It’s a good thing you’re not a ninja, sheesh, or you’d be pummeling all our enemies before we could even get them to speak.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, I’d be a great ninja!”

“Let’s not put that idea into his head,” Nya said hastily. “What I was trying to say was, your childhood isn’t over yet, Lloyd. We can take you out to see storms now.”

“Really?” He perked. “Like, all the time?”

“Well…” Nya hesitated. “A good night’s sleep is important. But it’s okay to stay up late once in a while.”

“Aww, I’m gonna get to watch so many cool storms from here! It’s a way better view than my tiny window back at Darkley’s. Or trapped in the Serpentine tombs, I couldn’t even see the sky then. Or when I was alone in the city streets-”

Nya and Jay exchanged a glance of horror. Jay swallowed. “Hey, um, Lloyd, maybe now isn’t the best time to discuss, uh… childhood trauma?”

Nya facepalmed, and Jay shot her a glare. Like you can do better. Sure, he knew he had all the tact of Kai high on Venomari venom, but what else was he supposed to say? ‘Sorry your childhood sucked so bad?’ Somehow, he didn’t think Lloyd would appreciate that.

Lloyd didn’t seem to be listening to them anyway, still babbling on even after Jay and Nya finished their intense glaring match. “D’you think Kai would like to watch the storm with us?”

Jay snorted. “Hard no, bud.”

Nya grinned. “He hates getting wet, Lloyd. You couldn’t lure him out here with the green ninja gi itself.” She paused. “Well, maybe you could with that. But not with anything else! He wouldn’t like it. And he would complain about it until you wanted to chop your ears off.”

“The others aren’t too big on storms,” Jay told him. “Kai’s a hydrophobe, Zane would just spend all his time harping about ‘safety’ and ‘taking proper shelter’ during a storm, and Cole complains that they’re too loud and throw off his focus, although- and you didn’t hear this from me- I think he’s just a big ‘fraidy cat.”

“In short, they think we’re weirdos. It’s their loss though, they’re missing all the cool views from out here.” She waved her hand at the sky as a barrage of lightning bolts showered down across the horizon, paling the sky as Lloyd gasped in amazement.

“Oh, that’s a sweet one!” Jay whooped, raising his phone and snapping a picture with it.

Nya eyed him. “Jay, if you keep that out in the rain, you’re going to end up wrecking it.”

“If I put it in my pocket I might miss all the cool pictures!”

Nya rolled her eyes. “Okay, but I’m not buying you a new one.”

“Can you show me all your lightning pictures when we go back inside, Jay?” Lloyd asked, dangling his arms over the edge of the railing.

“Can I? Oh man, I’ve got hundreds in there to show you-”

Nya cleared her throat, and Jay glanced down at the time on his phone. 3:12? Had they really been out here for over an hour already? He grinned sheepishly at Lloyd. “Maybe just a couple photos tonight. We can look at more tomorrow.”

“Alright, but you hafta promise to show me all the good-” Lloyd broke off in a big yawn, revealing his small, gleaming fangs, and Nya smiled softly at him.

“Think that’s our signal for bed, kid.”

“No! No, I’m not tired at all-” Lloyd slapped his hand over his mouth before he could yawn again.

“Hey, we let you stay up way past your bedtime, mister. You don’t get to complain now.”

“But I’m gonna miss the storm,” Lloyd whined, although he let Nya drag him back towards the doors by the arm.

“The storm’s beginning to pass now, anyway,” Jay assured, stretching a hand out as the raindrops began to lighten. “It’ll be back though, eventually.”

Lloyd grinned at him. “And we’ll be ready to watch it?”

“That we will, bud.” Jay reached forward, ruffling Lloyd’s hair. “That we will.”

---

After long days of stifling, dry heat, the evening rain came as a relief to everyone. Lloyd sat on the roof of the Brookstone residence, watching and feeling the rain pour down. He hoped Mr. Brookstone wouldn’t mind him sitting up here, he had been kind enough to let them stay with him until the repairs to the Destiny’s Bounty were complete, and Lloyd didn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

Lloyd felt like this cool summer storm was just what the city needed, not only because of the dryness, but because of the darkness that had scoured the streets here only nights before. The Overlord was gone- he had made sure of it- but he couldn’t shake the feeling of grime left in the city, and hoped the rain would be enough to cleanse it.

“We thought we’d find you up here.”

Lloyd glanced behind him to see Jay and Nya gingerly picking their way across the rooftop behind him, before plopping down into a sitting position beside him.

“See any cool lightning?” Jay asked.

“Not yet. All I’ve heard is a little thunder. It seems to be mostly rain.”

“Good,” Nya sighed, turning her face up to the sky as rivulets streamed down her face. “We need it.”

“How you doing, bud?”

It took Lloyd a moment to process that Jay was talking to him, and he turned to him, blinking. “What?”

Jay grinned. “Y’know, great and mighty ‘Master of Gold’ and all that- or have you already gotten over that? Too insignificant for you?”

“It’s ‘Golden Ninja,’ not ‘Master of Gold,’” Lloyd grumbled.

“Yeah, whatever. How you doin’? You just fought like, the biggest battle of your life a few days ago. You can’t tell me you’re not at least a little tired.”

“Speaking of which,” Nya frowned, tapping lightly at his bandaged leg, “You’re still supposed to be resting that for another two weeks. You shouldn’t be climbing up here. Or letting the cast sit out in the rain.”

“Here.” Jay pulled off his jacket, tossing it over Lloyd’s cast to keep it dry. “That’ll help. That way, you can stay out here for a little longer.”

Lloyd shot him a weak smile. “Thanks, Jay.”

Jay didn’t return it, watching him carefully. “You sure you’re okay?”

Lloyd lowered his head. “I’m fine. It’s just a lot to take in.”

“Sure is,” Jay whistled, rubbing at the gold silk of Lloyd’s gi. “It seems like just yesterday you were a little bratty, messy haired kid we were dragging, kicking and screaming, onto our ship.”

Lloyd rested his chin in his hands. “Feels both like yesterday, and a million years ago. So much has changed since then. I feel like a completely different Lloyd, now.”

“One thing hasn’t though.”

He looked up at Nya. “What’s that?”

“You’re still our heart-of-gold little brother.” She slung an arm around his shoulder. “Nothing, not some prophecy, not the tea, not the Overlord, not even your special, shiny new powers are going to change that. Ever.”

“I know,” he whispered, leaning into her. He felt Jay wrap a hand around his other side, and, for a moment, just let himself be held.

“We’re proud of you,” Nya murmured after a moment. “I know it hasn’t been easy getting this far, but now, thanks to you, all of Ninjago is safe.”

He leaned back slightly, elbowing both of them. “Yeah, well I couldn’t have done any of it without you guys.”

“You big sap,” Jay laughed, ruffling his hair.

Lloyd felt a grin split his face, shoving Jay’s hand off. “Well, it’s true! If it weren’t for you guys, I’d probably be in Pythor’s stomach right now.”

Nya choked a laugh. “Thanks for that grim reminder.”

“What, you forgot about Pythor?” Jay teased.

Nya shrugged. “I didn’t forget, just… compared to the Overlord, Pythor seems much less intimidating, now.”

“That could partially be due to the fact that he’s probably half-digested inside the gut of a giant, dead snake.”

“Ewww!” Nya jabbed him, hard. “Lloyd, that’s disgusting. Ugh, now I’m not going to be able to get that image out of my head all night.”

“Hey, better him there than here,” Jay said, leaning back to lay on the roof, letting raindrops sprinkle his face. “After all the training and fighting we’ve done over the last few months, I just want a break from villains.”

Lloyd shot him a glare. “We’ve done? Last time I checked, it was me doing most of the training.”

Jay sat up again, sputtering. “Hey! The rest of us weren’t exactly sitting on our bums, were we? Back when you were just a little sprout, we were the ones busy saving Ninjago! And who taught you everything you know, hmmm? You weren’t an easy student, you know that, right?”

Lloyd laughed. “Okay, buddy.”

“Don’t you ‘okay, buddy’ me! If it weren’t for me, you’d still be shattering all our lightbulbs! Remember who taught you to control the lightning!”

Lloyd blinked at him, pretending to look thoughtful. “I thought that was Nya.”

“Nya?! I’m the Elemental Master of lightning!”

Nya laughed, knocking her leg gently against his. “Stop messing with him, dude. Let him have this one.”

Lloyd mockingly rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright.”

Silence fell between them, but it was a comfortable one. Lloyd closed his eyes, cherishing the feeling of rain dripping through his hair and the warmth of his friends at his side.

It was funny how something so horrible had brought him to these people, this moment- something he would never give up for the world.

“Do you think the Overlord’s really gone?”

That remark earned him two very shocked glances.

“Where did that come from?” Nya spluttered.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Jay agreed. “You defeated him. We all saw it.”

Lloyd shook his head. “Yeah, I know, it’s just… if the Overlord’s dead… my father is cleansed of the venom… and the Serpentine are good now… where does that leave us?”

Jay and Nya exchanged a glance. “What do you mean?”

“Things are so different, now. I’m not even the green ninja anymore. I’m wearing-” he tugged at his golden gi, “this. Being a ninja is the one place I’ve felt like I really belong, but if the world is at peace now, where are a bunch of ninja and a Samurai supposed to fit into it? It’s crazy, how we’ve spent the last months- the rest of you guys, over a year- training for this one big moment. And now it’s over. What happens next? What happens to us?”

“There’s no way to tell the future, Lloyd,” Jay murmured. “We won’t know until it’s here. The world is going to change around us- people will change, circumstances will change, our lives will change. But do you know what won’t change? Us. We might look different in the future. Act different, live different, I don’t know. But this group- this family- is never going to change. This-” he gestured at the sky above them, “is never going to change. Do you remember how, before your green ninja training got so intense and demanding, we would always go out to watch storms together? And yet, even after all those months, your first instinct was to come back to it again. Those kinds of things don’t just go away.”

“Jay’s right,” Nya agreed. “This is always going to be our special thing. Just like we are your special people. Time can’t erode memories. It can’t erode love.”

Lloyd smiled, as lightning cracked across the sky in the distance. “You’re right. The future is open to us. No matter what happens next, nothing can change who we are.”

---

Nya flopped over on the armchair, sighing.

It had been a long night.

After a villain had been defeated, Nya always looked forward to coming home, back to the Bounty, and just sleeping for about fourteen hours straight.

That hadn’t happened this time.

Even just coming home to the Bounty hadn’t been as warm and welcoming as it usually was. The hallways had felt empty, desolate, the rooms lifeless, and their bedroom bare except for the few things her and Lloyd had left behind- the rest of the guys’ beds made unnaturally neat and spotless, as if no one had slept in them for months.

Which, they hadn’t.

As the guys had filed in, she had tried to focus on the fact that they were here now, not the emptiness they had left behind in those months after Zane had died. Even Lloyd, who had been the only one to stay with her, had felt distant and standoffish in those days, hardly speaking to her or anyone else.

Ushering everyone off to bed had been a whole other fiasco. All the guys that had left had taken a moment to adjust back into the Bounty again, but Zane had been the worst. He had spent a long time just walking around the ship, staring at things and saying nothing. Poor Lloyd had been shaken about losing his father- after a while, Cole had insisted on sitting with him instead so that she could go check on Kai- who had still been trembling from Chen’s staff. It had taken her hours to get him to drift off.

She knew that she better head to her bed soon- if she didn’t sleep herself, Cole would come to chew her out- but she wanted to make sure everyone was staying asleep before she did. It would be just like them to get out of bed as soon as she was asleep.

She must have drifted off at some point though, because when she blinked open her eyes again, the gentle patter of rain sounded against the side of the Bounty. Lightning illuminated the room, and she stretched, getting out of the chair and walking over to the window.

As she reached out to close the curtains, though, she noticed the deck lights of the Bounty were on. Frowning, she pulled open the doors and walked outside.

Jay and Lloyd were leaning on the railing, staring at the sky. Neither of them spoke, but their elbows bumped together comfortingly. Nya felt a flash of frustration that Lloyd had managed to sneak out of bed already.

“Hey, I can’t believe you guys came out here without me,” she teased, walking over to stand on the other side of Lloyd. “This is our thing.”

Lloyd shrugged. “Sorry. You were sleeping.”

Nya narrowed her eyes. “You were supposed to be, too.”

“I was-” he yelped at the glare Nya shot him. “I swear! I was! But the storm woke me up.”

She sighed, letting it drop. For now.

“What are you guys thinking about?”

Lloyd shifted on his feet. “My dad-”

“Griffin Turner,” Jay said at the same time.

Nya and Lloyd looked at him. “...What?”

Jay blushed slightly. “The Elemental Master of Speed? From the Tournament?”

Lloyd snorted, and Nya rolled her eyes. “We know who he is, Jay. Why are you thinking about him?”

“Speed is a dumb element. Y’know, I wouldn’t even really consider it an element. Like- he can run fast. So what? The elements are supposed to help you create stuff. Speed isn’t a tangible thing you can make.”

Lloyd laughed. “You’re still upset about that, Jay?”

“What? It doesn’t make any sense! Like, speed isn’t an element, it’s an ability. Like, you know how Cole’s the Elemental Master of Earth and has super strength, right? Makes sense. So, shouldn’t, say, an Elemental Master of Lightning, be super fast?”

“Oh, I see what this is about,” Nya grinned, leaning over to poke Jay in the arm as Lloyd dissolved into giggles. “Someone’s jealous.”

“I am not jealous! I just think that it makes a lot more sense that an elemental master who possesses the power of lightning, which is made of light, literally the fastest thing in the universe, should be the fast one, not some random dude who claims his element is ‘speed.’ Like, that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard! He’s not a true elemental master if you ask me.”

“Someone’s still upset about my father saying he wasn’t special,” Lloyd whispered loudly into Nya’s ear, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to contain her laughter, as Jay kicked Lloyd’s ankle.

“It is interesting, though,” she admitted after they had all calmed down a little bit. “That there are others like you. I thought you five were the only ones in the world with powers like this… but elemental masters of Shadow? Metal? Nature? It’s crazy to think how many people there were that were just like you guys living in Ninjago with us, and we never even noticed.”

“Well, not just like us,” Jay muttered. “We are the four elements of creation… and Lloyd’s the Elemental Master of Energy, so we’re hardly comparable to their sub-par elements…”

Lloyd elbowed Jay in the ribs, and he yelped. “Yeah, it is kind of crazy… and it makes me wonder. Did every elemental master in existence decide to come to the tournament? What if there were more, ones that saw through Chen’s tricks and didn’t attend?”

Jay’s eyes widened. “Oh, I’m sure there aren’t more-”

Nya grinned, winking at Lloyd. “Oh yeah, wouldn’t that be awesome? What do you think they could be? Maybe Master of Space? Wood?”

“Maybe Silver! Or Plasma! Water?” He paused, frowning. “Actually, I’m surprised there wasn’t a Master of-”

“Let’s not get outrageous, here,” Jay insisted. “What do you need those for? Lightning is plasma, and frankly those others just sound useless-”

Nya snapped her fingers. “What about a Master of Crystal? Or, I know, a Master of Thunder!”

“Okaaaay, people, now we’re just laying it on me!” Jay snapped. “Thunder is stupid! Storms are my thing!”

“I dunno, Jay, I think it could be cool. What do you think, Lloyd?”

“Oh yeah, that would be awesome-”

He was interrupted by a loud bang of thunder, and Lloyd and Nya burst into laughter.

“Looks like the universe agrees with us, Jay!”

“Are you kidding? If anything, that was showing that it disagrees with you!”

Lloyd smiled, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Relax, big shot, we’re kidding. No one could ever replace you.”

“Hey, you don’t get to call me that! Only we can call you big shot.”

Lloyd looked at Nya, and she nodded. “He’s right. You’re the only big shot around here.”

Lloyd whined. “You guys keep saying that like it’s a good thing but I feel like it’s supposed to be offensive.”

Nya laughed, and Jay ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, big shot.”

Lloyd narrowed his eyes at him. “Stop that.”

“Make me.”

Nya pushed the two apart as they broke into a scuffle, rolling her eyes. “Guys, stoppit, you’re going to miss the lighting.”

They stopped at that, turning their gazes up to the sky as a bolt shot across the night, fizzling out at the end. Smiling, the three of them leaned forward on the railing, watching as the light show commenced.

---

Nya loved the rain.

The rain was carefree, playful- it took away a need for words, for thoughts, for worries. The rain didn’t bother with such frivolous things. It just was.

She hadn’t understood the tingle under her skin, however, every time rain was about to come, the slight ache in her bones leading up to every storm. These things had finally been made clear when she had found out that she was the next Elemental Master of Water- but everything else had become foggier.

Now she didn’t know who she was, what she was meant to be, what was supposed to become of Samurai X, if she would ever be able to truly fit in with the ninja group-

And most of all, she didn’t know how she was going to get her little brother back.

Right now, she hated the rain.

It was cold and heavy and grim- it only served as a reminder that she had failed. Her element was the one thing that could get Lloyd back, and she couldn’t even control it.

“Hey. I’ve been looking for you.”

Nya jumped nearly a foot in the air at Jay’s voice, and he put a hand on her shoulder, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The smile quickly faded as he got a better look at her. “Geez, Nya, you’re trembling.”

“Am I?” She hadn’t even noticed.

“Here.” Slipping off his jacket, he wrapped it tightly around her, before pulling her into a hug. For a moment, Nya let herself relax against him, the steady beat of his heart soothing her.

“How’s Cole doing?” she asked after a moment. She had hoped her talk with him earlier had helped- although the Earth Ninja had still seemed to be upset about his new, ghostly form. Not that she blamed him.

Jay was quiet for a moment. “He’s hanging in there.”

Nya squeezed her eyes shut. Wasn’t one teammate to worry about more than enough? Why did destiny seem to throw everything on them all at once?

“Hey, you’re wearing your gi.”

“Huh?” Nya blinked her eyes open, glancing down at the maroon and blue garment she was wearing. “Oh. Yeah. Sensei said I should wear it now.”

Jay grinned. “I take it your training is going well, then?”

Nya shrugged, looking away.

“Hey.” Jay took her hand. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s going okay, I guess. I’m a lot better than I was. But I’m still nowhere near the level of you guys.”

“Are you kidding? We wouldn’t expect you to be! Nya, it’s only been a few weeks since you started training. Me and the guys have been at it for years, and were training for several months before we even got a decent handle on our powers. You’re doing great so far.”

“Yeah, but, it’s not enough. And we don’t have months. I need to be a good Master of Water now.”

Jay’s expression softened. “Nya… we’ll find a way to save him. With or without your powers.”

“I just…” she stopped, gulping back a sob. “I just wish I could be more useful.”

“Me too.”

Lightning spit the sky overhead, followed by a mighty rumble of thunder. They watched it, but there was no joy in it this time around.

It wasn’t the same without Lloyd.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Jay wrapped an arm around her, murmuring, “Nya, you’re freezing. Let’s get you inside.”

She went without any protest. After all, the storm had nothing to offer her, anymore.

---

The storm that night was gentle, which Lloyd was grateful for.

Nya and Jay had assured that they’d be perfectly fine not going out- in fact, they didn’t want to- a lie, they just didn’t want Lloyd to feel left out.

They thought he didn’t want to go out. They thought he was forcing himself to go just because he wanted them to go and he wanted to go with them. But that wasn’t the case. Lloyd really did want to go outside. Morro had stolen so much from him- his family, his mind, his control, his own body- he wasn’t about to allow him to take his love for the storms, too.

So what if storms were filled with the same howling winds that reminded Lloyd of him, the sensation of the breeze reminding him of the chill across his spine as the ghost slipped into his body?

Lloyd wanted to do this. He really did.

He was just… scared.

“You sure you wanna do this, green machine?” Nya’s voice, a hand on his shoulder.

Lloyd nodded stiffly. “If I don’t step out of these doors now, I never will.” Without giving himself any time to change his mind, he leaned forward and pulled open the doors.

Immediately, he was sprinkled with rain, and stepped further out, letting the droplets wash over him.

Then a breeze hit him, and he clenched his teeth, curling his fists into balls.

It’s okay. You’re in the rain. The rain will protect you from ghosts. Jay and Nya are here, too. They will protect you from ghosts.

As if to solidify his point, Nya slipped her hand into his, and he squeezed it back, forcing himself to take long, slow breaths- in and out, in and out, in and out.

“Bud?” Jay put a hand on his back. “You good? You don’t have to do this. We can go inside. Try another time.”

Lloyd shook his head. Breathing out slowly, he took a shaky step forward- then another, and another. Winds tickled past him as he walked, but he ignored them, every step his confidence building until he stopped in front of the railing of the Bounty.

He watched the dark sky, holding his breath, waiting.

Nothing came.

He bit his lip. He needed this. He needed to know that the spark was still there, that Morro hadn’t taken it away-

Suddenly, a blazing warmth glowed in his chest, and Lloyd smiled- just as a mighty burst of lightning shattered the night sky.

He still had it.

A warm weight pressed in on either side of him as Jay and Nya joined him at the railing, the lightning illuminating their faces so that they almost seemed to glow.

They were here now. They would keep him safe.

Things weren’t okay, not yet. Far from it. But he had taken a step today. And he would continue to take steps until things were okay again, and his family was going to be beside him every step of the way.

Morro was gone now. It was about time Lloyd stopped letting him win.

---

Lightning flashed.

Nya, in his arms, limp and weak, the light fading in her eyes. The green venom splashed across her dress.

Thunder boomed.

Nadakhan, standing over him, laughing as he waved the Djinn Blade at him- the one that had trapped all his friends, the one that had left him all alone. He was the last one left.

No, he reminded himself firmly, squeezing Nya’s hand tighter. I’m not alone. Nya’s not dead. She’s right here next to me. All the others are safely sleeping inside the Bounty. I stopped him. He’s gone now.

Nya glanced at him. “You okay?”

He sniffed, wiping at his nose with the hand that wasn’t firmly gripping Nya’s. “Honestly? Not really.”

Nya looked up at the sky. “Me neither.”

“I’d thought I’d lost you.”

She turned back, letting her fingers skirt his jawline. “I know. I’m sorry. But you didn’t. I’m here now. It’s all over.”

Jay breathed out, leaning his head on her shoulder. For a long time, they just stood there, staring out at the storm, saying nothing.

“Beautiful night for a stargaze, isn’t it?”

He turned to see Lloyd walking towards them, grinning as he gestured at the stormy skies above them.

Nya rolled her eyes at him, and Lloyd tossed his head in her direction, his sopping wet hair spattering her with water. Not that it made a difference in all the rain.

“Normally I’m the one who has insomnia-inducing nightmares and doesn’t sleep,” he teased, pushing his way between them to lean on the railing.

Jay caught Nya muttering something about “joking about childhood trauma” and “we should all go see a therapist,” and the alarmingly cheerful grin Lloyd shot her made Jay think she might have a point.

“Who told you we had nightmares?” Jay asked.

“Jay, most people don’t come outside in the pouring rain, in the middle of a thunderstorm no less, at three am in the morning just for the fun of it.”

Jay grinned. “Yeah, well we’re not ‘most people.’”

Lloyd shook his head, smiling. “It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it. I just thought I would join you.”

“What about you,” Nya probed. “Why are you up this late?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he said simply, his lips popping on the p. When they stared at him, he blinked. “What? It’s because of the storm!”

Nya rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Hey, If you don’t have to talk about it, I don’t either. Besides, that wasn’t a complete lie. Look.” Lloyd held out his arm for them both to see. It looked like a perfectly normal arm to Jay, but Lloyd was looking at them expectantly. “Feel it.”

Nya raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just do it,” he insisted.

Jay reached forward, pressing his fingers against Lloyd’s forearm-

And promptly jerked back as it vibrated beneath his touch.

“Woah.”

Seeing the look on his face, Nya quickly reached forward, her eyes widening as she pulled back. “What is that? Why are you buzzing?”

“I think it’s the storm,” Lloyd said. “My powers must be reacting to it. Sensing the lightning.”

“Does it hurt?” Jay asked.

He shook his head. “No, just tingles a little bit.”

“I didn’t even know you could do that,” Nya whispered, running her fingers along his arm again.

“I couldn’t. Not up until recently. This only just started happening.”

“Woah. Like a built-in storm sensor. Now you’re like us! I can feel a bit of a tingle when there’s a lightning storm on the way, and I know Nya can feel the rain coming. Ours aren’t quite as obvious as yours, though.” He gestured to Lloyd’s arm.

Lloyd examined his arm. “That’s awesome.”

Nya snorts. “Not so awesome when it wakes you up every time there’s a thunderstorm.”

Lloyd gave her a gentle shove. “Stop trying to blame it on that. I know you were already awake anyway.”

Nya snorted, looking away.

Lloyd frowned. “You guys sure you’re okay?”

Jay nudged him. “We’ll be fine, green bean. We always are.”

Jay watched him, wondering if he would probe further. But he simply nodded. “Okay. I trust you.”

Jay smiled. That was one of the things he liked best about Lloyd.

Sometimes, silence said more than words.

---

Rain pattered against the glass doors. Lloyd glanced up from where he was sitting on the too-large bed.

The royal family’s hospitality was greatly appreciated, but the room was so big. Lloyd wasn’t used to having so much space, or such fancy things- he wasn’t even used to having his own room. The six of them crowded into the little cabin on the Destiny’s Bounty was the only thing he had known for a long time.

He wanted to get out.

Walking over to the balcony doors, Lloyd pushed them open, quickly pulling them closed again behind him, so as not to let the rain in.

Walking over to the railing, he hopped up, sitting on it and letting his feet dangle over the edge. The bedroom might not have been his taste, but the view of the city from here was absolutely breathtaking. Lights were scattered throughout the dark landscape like reflections of the stars above, and the rain created a light, pooling mist that shrouded the city in an air of mystery and wonder.

He couldn’t have been sitting there for more than half an hour when Jay and Nya suddenly dropped in next to him from seemingly out of nowhere. Lloyd jumped, gripping the railing below him tightly as he narrowly avoided falling the very long drop to the city streets below.

“Geez, guys, don’t sneak up on me like that. How did you even get here?”

Nya winked at him. “It’s a ninja’s secret.”

Lloyd felt his nose wrinkle. That doesn’t make any sense. “I’m a ninja, too. Doesn’t that mean I should get to know the secret, too?”

Nya shook her head. “Sorry, green machine, that’s not how it works.”

Lloyd sputtered at her. “What do you mean that’s not how it works? How else would it work?”

“That part’s a secret.”

He threw up his hands. “You’re impossible.” “Nya Smith,” she grinned, shouldering him playfully. “Tormenting brothers since the day I was born.”

“I’ll say.”

“Hey, you weren’t even there for most of it! Kai had it way worse than you.”

“Trust me, you’ve more than made up for it.”

“Oh, come on, I know I’m actually your favorite sister.”

“You’re my only sister.”

“Ouch. Hit it where it hurts, why don’t ya?”

“You walked right into that one, and you know it.”

The three of them burst into laughter, and even as the sounds faded, they still sat with massive grins on their faces, swinging their legs back and forth gently, occasionally kicking at someone else if their feet accidentally knocked against each other. Jay got a little too aggressive in one of his attempts and nearly knocked Lloyd off the balcony for the second time that night. Lloyd shot him a glare, and Jay at least had the sense to look sheepish.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve done this,” Jay murmured after a while. “Just the three of us, standing out in the rain, watching the storm.”

Lloyd sighed. “Yeah, well, it’s been a long couple of years.”

“You can say that again,” Nya agreed.

They fell silent again, and Lloyd felt bad for pitching the air into a grim mood. He was struggling to think of something more lighthearted to say, when Jay suddenly spoke up.

“So… about the princess…”

Lloyd immediately changed his mind. The grim mood was fine.

“What about her,” he mumbled, even as he felt his face turn cherry red.

“Oh, he totally likes her,” Jay gushed, reaching a hand behind his back to give Nya a gentle shove in the shoulder. “I told you!”

Nya snorted. “Have you even talked to her yet?”

“A bit,” he insisted, indignantly. Then, realizing he had answered too defensively, he quickly amended, “But it’s not like that.”

“Suuure,” Jay laughed. “That’s what they all say at the beginning.”

“She’s the princess! Even if I did have feelings for her, it’s not like something could ever work between us.”

“Yeah,” Nya agreed. “The stuffy, rich type? Not a fan. She’s probably not good enough for you. You can do better.”

“What?” Lloyd sputtered. “No, that’s not what I meant- not like that! I mean, she’s not like that!”

Jay snickered at how flustered he was getting, and Lloyd elbowed him in the ribs.

“How do you know? You’ve known her for like, what, a day?”

“Ooh, she got you there, green machine.”

Jay’s remark earned him another jab in the ribs, and he yelped. “Would you stop doing that?”

Lloyd ignored him. “It’s not like you’ve known her any longer than I have. You have no more idea what she’s like than I do.”

Nya shrugged. “All I’m saying is that she’d have to be one hell of a girl to even come close to being worthy of you.”

“Nya!” Lloyd cried, ducking his head as both of his friends went for a hair ruffle. “Stop it, you guys! I’m not a little kid anymore!”

“You’re right, you’re not,” Nya sighed. “I could hardly believe my eyes when I got back from searching for Master Wu. You were a good two inches taller than the last time I saw you, at least, and your hair was longer, done differently-” “Don’t forget his deep, manly voice,” Jay chimed in. “I’m so upset I missed the voice cracking phase!”

“I’m not,” Lloyd muttered.

“Jay, look at this boy,” Nya gushed, grabbing Lloyd’s face between her hands. “Can you believe this is the nine-year-old we snatched up off the street all those years ago?” “Never in a million years,” Jay laughed. “Look how handsome he’s gotten.”

“Guys!” Lloyd cried, pulling away from them. “Stop being embarrassing!”

“Lloyd, you’re our baby brother,” Jay teased. “It’s our job to embarrass you.”

Both of his friends leaned against him, laughing- only to jerk back a moment later with a yelp.

“Lloyd!” Jay shrieked. “What was that?”

Lloyd blinked at him. “What was what?”

“Didn’t you feel that?” Nya stared at him with wide eyes. “It was like we were shocked or something!”

“Oh.” Lloyd lifted his hands up from where they were resting on the railing, holding them up for Jay and Nya to see- revealing the small zaps of green energy sparking from them, occasionally arcing between his fingers. “I guess that was me. Sorry.”

Jay blinked owlishly at his hands. “What the… you’re not doing that on purpose, are you?”

Lloyd shook his head. “It’s happened before, while you guys were gone. I think it has to do with the storm.”

“Your powers really are getting stronger,” Jay murmured, taking one of Lloyd’s hands- prepared for the small shock this time- and examining it.

“And your eyes,” Nya breathed.

They both looked at her. “What about them?” Lloyd asked.

“They’re flickering.”

“What?”

“Lemme see.” Lloyd turned his head to look at Jay, and the blue ninja sucked in his breath. “They are.”

Lloyd frowned. “That is new.”

“It’s cool,” Jay gushed. “I wish I could do that.”

Lloyd shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s really that great. Now I can accidentally shock all my friends, hooray.”

“But think of using it on enemies! You’d be like, a human taser!”

“Jay, you’re our human taser.”

He grinned. “Oh. Right.”

“It does look pretty cool,” Nya admitted. “Kind of like those glow-in-the-dark star things you would stick on your ceiling as a kid.”

“I had some of those!” Jay yelped. “They were awesome.”

“Of course you did.” Nya rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “I wanted some, but we never really had a budget for it, so I checked out some star atlases from the library instead.”

“When did your eyes turn green, by the way,” Jay asked. “I had gotten so used to them being red.”

Lloyd shrugged. “I dunno, sometime while you were gone, I guess. I wasn’t really keeping track of the days.”

“How convenient for you.” Jay poked a finger near his eye. “Are you sure these aren’t just colored contacts? Is someone trying to bluff about his powers?”

“Jay!” Lloyd suddenly tried to lurch towards him, but he felt something grab him from behind.

“Run, Jay! I can’t hold him back forever!” “No one’s holding me back!” he muttered at her, but Jay was already vanishing over the roof’s peak, nothing but a blur of blue on the dark night sky.

“This isn’t over, Jay! No one calls me a fraud and gets away with it!”

“Settle down, Killer,” Nya giggled. “You know when you’ve been bested.”

“But I’m the green ninja,” Lloyd pouted.

“Yes, and you’re also the baby.”

“Am not!”

“Are so! Now, get to bed. It’s late, and you don’t want to be too tired to guard the princess tomorrow.”

Lloyd narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m too old for bedtimes. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Maybe not, but you’re going to listen to me anyway.” Darting forward, she snuck in a quick hair ruffle before darting up onto the roof.

“That’s only because I care about the princess’s safety!” he called after her.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Before Lloyd could reply, the thunder boomed loudly, drowning him out, and by the time it passed, she was gone.

“Traitor storm,” Lloyd muttered, and the sky rumbled cheerily back at him.

---

The rain was heavy that night, so much so that Nya was soaked within seconds, her long, black strands of hair sopping wet, the dampness causing the ends to curl. Her dirty, worn, battle-stained gi was plastered to her skin, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

After all, how could such a small discomfort even hold a candle to the scalding pain in her chest?

How could any of this had happened? How could she just have gotten Lloyd back from the icy grips of death, only to lose everyone else to those same, prying hands?

She hadn’t wanted to believe it. When Lloyd had come back, soaking wet and shivering from the rain, the most defeated look on his face Nya had ever seen in her life-

She had been angry with him, at first. How could he tell her something like that? How could he send her whole world crashing down with a single sentence? How could he have watched as everything had gone so wrong? She had known that it wasn’t his fault, not at all. But she hadn’t known what she was feeling or how she had been supposed to handle it.

And as quickly as it had come, the anger had vanished, giving in to horrible, nauseating despair. They were gone. They were really gone.

She had hugged Lloyd tight, crying into him until Misako and Pixal had dragged them away, bringing them to a small, abandoned warehouse where they had spent the night. And the next night. And the next.

Not that time really felt to be passing anymore. It was so quiet, with only her, Lloyd, Pixal, Misako, and Dareth- and Pixal and Lloyd had hardly spoken a word, to her or anyone, since that night.

She knew they were grieving too- but maybe the thing they all needed most right now was someone to talk to.

She tilted her face up slightly, letting the raindrops slip down her face and mingle with her tears, washing them away.

“You shouldn’t be up here.”

Nya glanced over her shoulder, letting out her breath. “Lloyd.”

“We’re trying to stay hidden, remember? We can’t risk standing up here and being spotted by the Colossus or the Sons of Garmadon. You should come inside.”

“I will in a minute.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, nothing but the sound of rain splashing against the concrete and the distant rumble of thunder between them.

“Come here,” Nya waved at the empty space beside her. “Watch the storm with me.”

Lloyd hugged his arms over his chest. “Nya, we really shouldn’t be up here.”

“Just do it for a minute. Then we’ll go inside, I promise.”

Lloyd sighed, before reluctantly walking over to join her, resting his elbows on the railing of the rooftop terrace. The view of the storm wasn’t anything special from here- in fact, it was rather poor, with several tall buildings blotting out the view of the sky- but they weren’t really in a situation to be picky.

She liked this better, anyway- looking directly at the storm would be too painful.

“How can you do it?”

Lloyd’s voice startled her- based on the way the last couple days had been going, she hadn’t expected him to speak to her unless absolutely necessary.

“What?”

Lloyd grimaced, as if he was anxious to elaborate. “Why do you still want to be out here? Why do you still want to watch the storm?” He dropped his gaze, carefully avoiding her as his voice faded to a soft whisper. “Everything just reminds me of them.”

Nya turned her gaze back towards the city. “Exactly, it reminds me of him.” Softer, she added, “It’s all I have left.”

Lloyd was quiet for a long time after that, and when she finally turned her gaze back to him, his eyes were hard. Pushing back from the railing and blinking back tears, he snapped, “Jay’s gone. Forever. They all are.”

Before she could respond, he was darting back inside, and Nya put her head down, sighing.

Jay, I wish you were here. You would know how to make him feel better.

But he wasn’t. Lloyd was right, they were gone. All he had right now was Nya, and, standing there, drenched and shivering and pathetic, she wasn’t sure how much help she could really be to anyone.

Thunder rumbled overhead, and Nya glanced up. She hoped, if he wouldn’t listen to anyone else, he would at least listen to the storm.

---

Three pairs of footsteps drummed against the deck of the Destiny’s Bounty. Jay leaned his head over, letting the wind blow his wet curls, as he whooped happily, his cry echoing in the night air.

“Aww, girl, it’s so good to have you back,” he sighed dreamily, brushing the side of the ship with his hand.

Lloyd grinned at him, rolling his eyes. “Alright, Jay, we’re as happy as you are to have the Bounty back, but don’t make this weird.”

“He’s just anxious for the next repair,” Nya laughed. “He’s been driving me crazy trying to fix random things around the Monastery. The training bots, the mechs, even the toaster. And nothing’s even broken! He’s just making it worse.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault there’s nothing for me to do! I’m not just going to sit around and do nothing.”

“Well, hopefully, she won’t need any fixing for a long, long time,” Lloyd said. “The Bounty’s been damaged enough to last a lifetime. After the Colossus, I thought she was gone for good.”

“I know,” Nya agreed. “I’m so impressed that the city was able to rebuild it exactly the same!”

“Well, I’m sure it’s not exactly the same,” Jay argued. “There’s gotta be some issue somewhere, right? Something I can fix?” Nya waved a hand at him, laughing. “Don’t worry, Jay. We’ll find something for you to do.”

“Well, it will have to wait until later,” Lloyd announced, pointing towards the clouds in the distance that were sparking with lightning. “We’ve almost arrived at the storm!”

As they got closer, Nya locked in the steering, and the three of them headed towards the front of the ship as the Bounty sailed deeper into the storm.

Quickly, the rain began falling harder, and thunder echoed in their ears.

“Now this is how you stormgaze right!” Jay cried, laughing as rain fell on his face and lightning illuminated his bright blue eyes, his powers sparking between his fingers.

Glancing back at Lloyd and Nya, he saw both were sporting large grins. Lloyd was also sparking, his green eyes glowing, and as Nya reached her arms out, raindrops swirled around her.

After a bit of the adrenaline had worn off, Lloyd leaned against the railing of the Bounty, throwing his head back to toss the strands of wet hair out of his face.

“The others are not going to be happy about us taking the Bounty for a joyride right through a storm when they’re trying to sleep,” he laughed.

“It’ll be the last time they sleep in the Bounty for a while,” Nya agreed. “I bet they’re wishing they decided to stay back at the much more peaceful Monastery right about now.”

Jay put a hand over his mouth, sniggering. “I bet we only have like five minutes before Kai comes storming out here, demanding that we turn the ship around this instant.”

Lloyd shot him a sharp grin. “No, he’d never want to come out here and get all wet.”

Nya giggled. “Yeah, he’ll just stare at us through the windows, giving us death glares.”

Lloyd choked so violently that he doubled over, grabbing onto Nya’s shoulder for support. The water ninja tried to help him, but she was laughing hard herself. Jay grinned at them, struggling to breathe in between laughs.

“Can… you… imagine… the look on his face?” he wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes.

The hair standing up on the back of his neck was the only warning Jay had before a lightning bolt whizzed down less than ten feet away from him.

Shrieks sounded from the others as they leapt back, just as the edge of the Bounty burst into flames. Nya quickly directed two jets of water at the fire as Lloyd and Jay scrambled out of her way. When the last spark was gone, she stopped, breathing heavy, staring at the burnt area in shock.

Suddenly, she whipped around, glaring at him. “What the heck, Jay? You were supposed to be warding off the lightning!”

“It’s not my fault!” he shrieked. “You’re the one who distracted me!”

While the two of them shot each other smoldering glares, Lloyd walked over to one of the storage crates being kept on the deck, and pushed it over to the burned area, trying to cover up the charred floor the lightning had left.

“If one of us gets struck by lightning,” Nya warned, “Zane will never let us outside again.”

Jay waved her off. “It’s fine. I’m probably like, immune to lightning or something, and I’m willing to bet Lloyd is too, since he’s shown connections to my powers and the storms in the past. So long as you don’t get struck, we’re probably fine.”

Nya rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s reassuring.”

“Yeah, Jay,” Lloyd agreed, scratching the back of his neck. “There’s a few too many ‘probablys’ in that statement for my liking.”

“Oh, come on,” he grinned. “I’ve already got Zane and Cole on my back about everything 24/7. You guys are supposed to be the fun ones!”

“Hey,” Nya said, “I’m not making you do anything. You’re a young man. You can do what you want. Just don’t blame me if you end up comatose in the medbay because your brain got fried by lightning.”

“That would be ironic,” Lloyd snorted, and Jay elbowed him.

“You’d at least visit me, right?”

Nya shrugged. “Maybe. If you were stupid enough to get struck by lightning, I don’t know if you’d deserve that.”

Lloyd laughed. “Better luck next time, buddy.”

“You shut up. You could jump off the side of the ship right now, and she’d spend a week crying over you.”

Nya bit back a smile. “Maybe. But don’t,” she added quickly, pointing a finger at Lloyd.

He stared at her incredulously. “How dumb do you think I am?”

“Mmm… depends on the day.”

Jay burst into laughter, and Lloyd shot him a glare. “Thanks, Nya. That was a rhetorical question, by the way.”

“If you didn’t want an answer, you shouldn’t have asked the question.”

Lloyd stuck his tongue out at her, and Nya stuck hers back. Jay laughed, elbowing her. “Real mature. I’d expect that kind of thing from Lloyd-”

“Hey!”

“But you?”

“Like you’re any better yourself, sparky. Don’t you still sleep with that weird zebra thing-”

“His name is Mister Cuddlywomp, and he’s a bear-”

“Guys!”

“What, Lloyd?” Jay snapped, turning towards him. “Can’t you see- woah.”

Lloyd was pointing towards the horizon. Dark clouds formed in swirling shapes, gently disturbed by the winds of the storm. Arcs of lightning flashed between them in an almost rhythmic fashion, casting a gentle light on the clouds that made them appear to glow. It was like something out of a fantasy.

“Holy crap,” Nya breathed. “It’s beautiful. How lucky is it that we get to see this?”

“It’s because we’re willing to come out so late,” Lloyd smiled, bumping against her shoulder lightly. “The others may be warm, dry, and cozy in their beds, but they’re missing out on this natural beauty.”

“Their loss,” Jay said. “It’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen. And we’ve been all around Ninjago- even in different realms- so that’s saying a lot.”

“That’s okay,” Lloyd murmured. “I like doing this, just the three of us.” He glanced at them. “It’s our thing, y’know?”

“Aww, Lloyd,” Nya smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Yeah. It’s our thing.”

“It’s special, in a way the others wouldn’t understand.” Jay beamed at him, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “I wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.”

#ninjago #ninbingo #my fic #rosie writes #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #im really vibing with the tone/mood of this one #also jay and lloyd are such a mood #and so fun to write #love their dynamic #hope you guys enjoyed it too #reblogs greatly appreciated! #as are comments! #thanks for reading!

[britishboystm]

On the Quidditch Pitch | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series

Inspired by:

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, injuries, nasty falls, swearing, physical fighting, bullying

WC: 1.6k

Chapter Summary: Y/N joins the Gryffindor quidditch team in her second year at Hogwarts. As a result, a series of unfortunate events unfold at her first official match.

Series Masterlist

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September 6th 1990

Madam Hooch had seen a great deal of potential in Y/N the second she stepped onto the Quidditch pitch in her first year. In fear of other teams preying on the small girl, Madam Hooch felt it necessary to keep her after class to train.

By second year Y/N was ready to be the best Gryffindor chaser Hogwarts had seen in decades. The moment the other Gryffindor players saw her walk towards them in sporting robes one afternoon practice, they all laughed, including the twins. This sparked something within her and it became Y/N’s mission to prove them all wrong.

Once everyone had taken position in the air, Y/N had gotten into her game headspace. By the end of practice, she had gotten ten quaffles through the tall hoops.

“Did you know about this?” George asked in bewilderment as he flew up beside his twin. Fred couldn’t keep his eyes off of the tiny chaser passing the keeper again and again. He was gobsmacked.

“No idea.” He responded in astonishment.

It was a week later that Y/N found herself standing alongside the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team at her very first official match. The small open space between the closed canvas curtains gave a tinge of brightness as the team waited in anticipation. Muffled screams and shouts of the hundreds of students in the crowd echoed throughout the pitch.

“You ready L/N?” Asked keeper and captain to be Oliver Wood.

The young girl looked up at the older brunette and smiled widely.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The drapes opened, allowing the sunlight from the outside world to fill the inclosed space. Y/N jerked back a bit and winced, attempting to adjust her eyes to the brightness.

She had almost missed the moment in which the rest of the team mounted their brooms, zipping on to the pitch.

She quickly caught up and followed as the team did a lap around the pitch. Nothing but grass, sky and the blurred collection of the Hogwarts student body were in sight.

Y/N let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she was holding in and all of a sudden she felt as though she were on top of the world.

It was almost immediately that the Slytherin team brought into play their game plan; pick on Y/N. Being the newest, youngest and physically the smallest member of the Gryffindor team, she instantly became the easiest target. It was what Madam Hooch feared when she began training the young girl, but Y/N knew she couldn’t let a few green hooded bullies get to her.

She pushed and pushed and scored and scored. The cheers and chants of her names coming from the stands every time she advanced Gryffindor to victory was her fuel. Much to the Slytherin team’s chagrin.

“Get the little twerp!” Marcus Flint yelled. The three chasers of Slytherin all collectively nodded to the commands given and nosedived to where Y/N was. She didn’t initially notice them until one of them pulled up beside her and aggressively body checked her with his shoulder. She looked at the older boy in disgust, trying to lose him amongst the other players.

But she was too late.

A second chaser came up on her other side and did the exact same thing as the first. Y/N soon realized that she was being ambushed as she looked over her shoulder to see the third chaser right on her tail.

The three Slytherin’s forced Y/N down towards the grass below. She tried to shimmy her way out of the pack of bodies, but when she finally looked down to where she was going, a flash of white hit her, her stomach lurching forward in the process.

The tip of her broomstick had caught onto one of the sand patches, sending her flying forward off of her broom and skidding face first into the rough grains of sand.

The impact was enough to knock her out cold.

A collective gasp filled the pitch and the game stopped completely. Everything went silent.

Fred couldn’t help but worry as he witnessed his friend take the nasty tumble. When the cloud of dust around her finally settled and he saw her not moving, his worry grew exponentially. That was when Hagrid, Madam Pomfrey and a student assistant rushed onto the scene.

“Out of my way!” Madam Pomfrey yelled as she ran past the now grounded players towards Y/N’s motionless body.

Everyone watched as the three person medical team examined her injuries. A group of Gryffindor professors came trickling in with Madam Hooch, hoping for a positive report. Sure it was slightly biased since she was one of their own, but who could blame them?

From closer inspection it became evident that her face had been badly bruised and scratched, especially around the cheek area. Her left wrist laid awkwardly beneath her, clearly broken. And from a couple quick tests, it seemed that she also suffered a bad concussion.

“She needs to be taken to the hospital wing.” Madam Pomfrey said with concern.

Hagrid nodded and along with the student medical assistant, rushed away into the shadows of the pitch to then re-emerge with a cloth stretcher.

They gently placed her on it and with very little struggle brought it off the ground, walking off the pitch towards the hospital wing.

Fred didn’t really think before he dropped his broom and ran after the group of adults, slowing down when he finally found himself beside the moving stretcher.

“Y/N.” Was all he said before taking her small hand in his. She looked so peaceful for someone who had just gotten the life knocked out of them.

“Is she going to be okay?” He asked with concerned eyes as he looked to Madam Pomfrey.

“Yes but what she needs is rest.”

“I’m going with her.” He stated confidently.

“Sorry sunny, she won’t be allowed visitors for another few hours. Only after I’ve fully mended her wounds.” And with that they quickened their pace, leaving Fred behind.

“Sad to see your little girlfriend go Weasley?” Called out Pucey in a nasty joking tone.

Fred’s fists and jaw clenched and his temperature rose exponentially. The Slytherin’s had clearly planned this. To injure his friend who was just playing a good and fair game of Quidditch.

He finally turned around at the sound of the opposing team laughing.

“You greasy little git!” He yelled as he stormed towards Pucey, shoving him in the chest once he got close enough.

“Ooohh.” The team mocked, not really taking Fred Weasley seriously.

“So she is your little girlfriend. Maybe next time you see her you can tell her to leave the game to the big boys. Pipsqueak didn’t stand a cha-“

Fred punched him square in the jaw causing the Slytherin to fall to the ground in pain. The crowd erupted in cheers and hollers when Fred dove forward and pinned Pucey down, tackling him.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Filled the arena.

“Get him off!” Pucey yelped as Fred laid hit after hit. No one talked about Y/N that way, never. He didn’t understand why he had gotten so heated over the situation, but at that point he was in way too deep to even care.

Finally, George came in and pried his older twin off of the bloodied up Slytherin who was whimpering in agony. He had to before the collection of angered professors approaching them did.

“Fred stop!” George yelled as Fred thrashed, trying to push his brother away from going back in for another round.

“Stupid wanker! I’ll show him!” George finally moved in front of him.

“Fred, relax. Y/N wouldn’t want to see you like this. Pull yourself together mate.” Fred was still seeing red. George attempted to make eye contact but it was no use. Fred was too busy sending death glares to Pucey, his chest rising and falling rapidly and nostrils flared.

“Mr Weasley!” Professor McGonagall screeched. She ran up to him with Snape and Flitwick close behind her.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Professor he-“

“Apologies for interrupting you Mr Weasley but I believe I asked your brother the question.” George slinked back away from Fred, no longer able to protect him from the wrath of McGonagall.

“I hope you understand the severity of the situation. You will attend detention every day for an hour until Winter Break, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes professor.” He couldn’t make eye contact with her.

She looked at him with disappointed eyes.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor.” She said with a sigh before walking away.

“All students back to the castle!” She called out, causing everyone to disperse from the stands in disappointment.

Later that evening, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore stood in the doorway of the now darkened hospital wing. Hours had passed since the incident.

“He’s been here for hours Albus. Should I send him back to his dorm?” She whispered.

Dumbledore smiled lightly, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

Fred Weasley, still in his dirty quidditch robes, sat in a chair beside the hospital bed Y/N was sleeping in. He hadn’t gone back to his dorm to change or had eaten dinner in the great hall. He instead, paced in front of the hospital wing entrance until Madam Pomfrey finally let him in to see Y/N.

Fred was now hunched over and drifting in and out of sleep. His hand held Y/N’s, his thumb caressing the soft skin on top of them.

The two adults listened intently as Fred sleepily recounted his fight with Pucey to Y/N. He didn’t care if it fell on deaf ears. At least she was there.

“No Minerva. Leave him be.”

#fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #fanfiction #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #fw

[startswithabang]

Humans Can’t Fly A Helicopter On Mars, And That’s Why Ingenuity Is So Amazing

"Mars is an entirely inhospitable world in a lot of ways. Its thin, tenuous atmosphere often blows at wildly incredible speeds, giving rise to dust storms and whimsically carrying anything that happens to be in its atmosphere wherever those winds blow. Its temperature extremes are a challenge to survive, particularly for robots with intricate, mechanically moving parts. And its great distance from Earth places a terrible constraint on what we can manually accomplish: anything that requires a reaction faster than the round-trip light-travel-time must be accomplished in situ on Mars, without human intervention.

And yet, we’ve conquered the journey across interplanetary space to arrive at Mars. We’ve conquered the bonds of gravity, sending orbiters around Mars and landers to its surface. We’ve overcome the challenges of the Martian surface, with rovers that can cover dozens of kilometers over their lifetimes. And now, for the first time, we’re conquering the Martian atmosphere, with the successful demonstration of powered flight on another planet. What we’re witnessing is, in its own way, the culmination of our aeronautics technologies, but it’s also the start of something big: the aerial exploration of worlds beyond Earth."

Yes, we are flying through the atmosphere of another planet! The era of orbiters, landers and rovers is no more, as they're joined also by the first successful powered flight on another world.

Here are the challenges we've overcome so far, and here's what all our successes just might lead to.

#mars #ingenuity #helicopter #perseverance

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Earth is Space Australia, “Plagues of Earth.”

I finally got to write an earth is space Australia ft. (Australia) lol. I hope you guys have fun, i enjoyed making this, though I had less time than I wanted to elaborate. 

Also inspired by a cover of “The Plagues of Egypt” Done by Johnathan Young in a heavy metal style. I would suggest listening to it when you think about this piece. 

Also, sorry if I said anything inaccurate about anyone’s country. I had less than two hours and a quick google search for facts 

“Their planetary defense is strong, but they prepare for battle on a large scale.If we bring our troops to the surface in small drop ships, and lead their military carriers away by attacking their nearby colony. We will take the planet.”

“What would be the point of this?”

“Humanity is held up as deity by the rest of the galaxy. As long as they fight, the GA fights with them. But if we destroy them, crush their planet at the source, then we crush the morale of the rest of the galaxy.”

“Where do we drop out soldiers?”

“Everywhere, on every major landmass, near every major city. But we do it quietly, drop them into the wilderness first so the humans won’t see them coming.” 

“If we can defeat the humans, we can defeat them all.”

***

Location: Upper-Mid Merianda (Previous US/Canada border rocky mountain region) 

The burg landed in the thick forests of the north. The human planet was lush and green, and the temperature was moderate, though it leaned slightly towards cold under the canopy of branches. There were sounds everywhere, the chattering of wildlife and strange flying creatures flitting through the trees. The nearest human residence was not far off, maybe a ten cycle march down hill.

They would reach it in no time, and make their sneak attack.

Their team commander barked his commands to the following Burg soldiers and together they began making their way down the hill.

None of them noticed when things began to go wrong.

They had never been to earth, and so were not aware of the sudden silence in the forest that comes before a coming storm.

You see, the Burg are similar to the Iotans, in that they give off a pungent smell. Not so pungent as it tends to affect humans, but pungent enough to affect the nearby wildlife. A wildlife that was not pleased with their presence.

It might have been fine, if they hadn’t stumbled into the den.

It started with a light squeaking. A sound that gave them pause as they looked around for the source. One of the burg pushed aside a green fern to reveal a hole dug into the embankment. He would have investigated if it weren’t for the loud piercing howl that echoed through the trees just to their right.

They all leaped upright in confusion and fear backing into a circle.

Another howl pierced the forest from their left, another form their right. Until they were surrounded by the sound. Shapes flitted through the trees, furry on all fours and hunched.

A howl from directly behind them.

They spun in place.

As the wolf leaped from the top of the embankment her teeth flashing.

As it turns out wolf pups are fond of Burg flesh

***

New Brazilia (Somewhere in what was once central Brazil, Border rain forest district)

This was the perfect climate, nice warm, dark and moist, shady below the trees that towered overhead in great twisting arcs. The foliage below them was very thick and hard to cut through as they made their way towards the human colonies. This was surely going to be their element, and they laughed at the idea of making the humans suffer as they waded their way through the trees.

The ground before them opened revealing an embankment on the side of a river. There was a hole in the foliage here, and the ground was dry. The burg stepped down onto this spot, their feet crunching slightly in the dirt.

One of them slapped absently at one of it’s segmented legs, brushing away a small insect that had crawled onto its body. Another party member did the same.

One of them even shrieked in pain, “It bit me!”

They looked down brushing the little black bugs off their bodies, only to find that the ground was absolutely swarming with them. One of the Burg shrieked, and tried to run his entire body now covered with hundreds of these little black creatures, however he tripped and fell onto his face.

His entire body was black.

The others began to scream as well, swatting at their bodies and their weapons falling to the riverbed as they were overrun by a massive troop of army ants.

They would never make their destination.

***

United Slavic  Districts (North/eastern Russia)

This forest was both humid and somewhat cold. It was early morning in the summer, and yet frost still built up on the leaves of the plants overhead. The burg weren’t particularly pleased about this, but they were going to have to deal with it.

It was best to keep moving at times like this, and they hurried their way through thick banks of early morning fog towards the not-to-distant human civilization. Their feet were nearly silent over the frosty forest floor dirt compressing under foot.

They had been walking for some minutes when they heard the sound. A strange mournful cry from the woods almost like the cry of a human infant, though slightly deeper. THe sound made them excited. Where they were infants there were likely humans. And who knows that could be a human noise.

They followed the sound looking about the foggy forest.

The noise came again, so close.

Ah, and there it was, though they were disappointed to find it was not a human at all, but  two fuzzy brown animals no bigger than waist height. They were so small, so pathetic and pitiful and they cried out in terror when the burg approached.

One of the burg raised it’s weapon angry.

The bellow came echoing through the trees rending the very air around them and sending birds scattering into the sky.

The burg turned on their heels as the massive brown bear came charging out of the forest bellowing her teeth flashing.

As it seemed the great land, of what was once, Russia was not pleased with their presence.

***

East Trans African Belt (former Ethiopia)

It was hot and dry, and the burg didn’t like it. But at least the ground was mostly flat, and the dirt was easy to navigate. Tall grasses raised to either side of the shallow river just to their left. Animals grunted off in the distance and the sky above was bright and blue. Dust rose up from their feet as they made their way towards the edge of the river, hoping that the water would help to moisten up the air around them.

The grunting grew louder.

They glanced over seeing large bulbous shapes in the water. It didn’t much matter to them, and they mostly ignored the creatures, knowing that anything that big was likely to be equally slow. They were making their way up the riverbank now, and the creatures rested in the water just to their side.

Distant grunting grew louder.

One of the burg was standing just next to the bank now when the water exploded casing great droplets into the air as the Hippo burst from the river mouth open wide at it’s four foot extension and bit down upon the unsuspecting burg dragging him violently into the water.

The others tried to run, slipped on the mud, and were set upon by the rest of the family.

***

Southern Indasia (India) 

The river bank was calm, nothing but floating logs out on the distant water. One of the burg officers was listening to her communications.  There were reports form all across the human’s home planet, that many of their parties had gone radio silent. She wasn’t entirely sure what that could mean but it worried her. Many of them had been traveling along river pathways just like her and her group, and she wondered if that had anything to do with their current situation.

One of the young burg stood at the edge of the water kicking stones into its murky green depths.

“We should definitely move along  from this area.” She was saying moving back up the bank and towards the forest of trees.”

One of he logs had floated closer to shore.

The young burg agreed and bent down to retrieve his weapon from the bank.

A moment later his head had disappeared vanished inside the mouth of a crocodile who then began to spin violently  dragging the burg into the water. Alerted to the frenzy others came as well racing up onto the bank.

There was never any evidence that the Burg had visited india, though there were reports about strange noises by the river that morning.

***

Australia (still just Australia)

They came as the sun was rising. A low mist had coated itself over the land, though the day was lucking to be annoyingly hot. 

They were just coming up to the edge of the human settlement when they saw it. A distant shape silhouetted between two trees. At first it looked like a man, but as the fog drew back they found a strange creature staring back at them.

One of the burg snorted.

The thing looked like a Tesraki almost, but dumber and a bit taller with large pointy ears, an absolutely massive trunk, and a very long back tail that it used like a Tesraki to stand on iits back legs.

One of the Tesraki crouched down in the foliage resting his hand on a low garden wall.

“Just shoo it off.” Their commander ordered, and two of the Burg moved up to confront the dumb looking creature.

Three things happened at once.

First the crouching burg cursed violently flicking his hand and tossing the angry funnel web spider into the bushes. 

A hiss rose up from the leaves.

And the kangaroo violently kicked the first burg in the chest collapsing his carapace beyond repair before moving over to stomp his friend.

The death adder struck.

Two  of the Burg were convulsing on the ground, another two lay silent and broken. The next two ran off in different directions, one towards the nearby beach and the other back into the forest.

No one is entirely sure what happened after that. All we know is one was found belly up at high tide near the docks where blue ringed octopus are known to be found, and the other was completely gone, though they did spot a rather bloated and very happy looking python chilling in the bushes not far from where the incident occurred.

More and more berg had stopped answering their calls.

Most of the burg would never find out what happened.

But we do.

Burg were found dead all over the world.

A young girl reported a burg attack in the outskirts of London, though her rottweiler had made quick work of that enlisting another pack of suburban dogs to protect the little girl from the freaky bug things.

Alligator attacks in Florida.

Six burg were found plowed over by a speeding bullet train in Japan.

in  Lower Mid Mericanda, a group of self-claimed hillbillies  with cutoff sleeves and unironic mullets were speeding through the forests on the back of four wheelers taking pot shots at anything remotely burg shaped. They had  at least ten confirmed kills, and the creatures never made it out of the swamp.

Another group of burg had made the mistake of landing in one of the last nuclear fallout zones in eastern europe, and ended up cooked by the radiation, their bodies to remain rotting there until cleanup finally made it to the site. It was likely they didn’t last more than twenty minutes.

A surfer off the coast of New Zealand watched a school of dolphins ravage a group of burg who had through a water approach would be more prudent.  He had no idea how the dolphins knew the burg were intruders, but they seemed very interested in helping out.

One group of burg had managed to land themselves in a city in the european provinces, and found themselves beaten to death violently by a group of drunk civilians carrying improvised weapons, one of them even brandishing a pool cue.

Two more teams froze to death before they reached their destination.

Another was washed away by a minor flood.

One of the burg ended up tipped off a cliff by a massive eagle, falling to his death hundreds of feet below. 

Another entire group managed to walk their way into a patch of poison ivy breaking out in horrible boils, which later necrosed as they lay paralyzed on the forest floor. 

Somewhere someone was trampled by a moose, while their other friends were whisked over a waterfall.

In yellowstone (yeah it still hasn’t blown up yet bc the vents are a good pressure release) at least another team of burg found themselves cooking in the natural hot springs after ignoring the signs that said (keep on the walkway).

Those who chose to land in the city were not greeted cordially either, packs of marauding street dogs, gangs, the homeless, drunk civilians, angry policemen, and a high school baseball team supported by the high school chess team.

Long and short of the story is that earth was-not-having-it.

The burg had made a grave mistake. 

Mother earth was fond of her children, even the human ones. 

#earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia #humans are insane #HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians

[katsukikitten]

Wholesome Frat AU, Clearly aged up, college au, main characters are Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro, Mina, and of course you my dear reader. Sexual themes, mentions of drugs and booze through out.

AHEM

Chapter 1

Denki lies upside down off his bed, staring at his phone when another invite to a party comes through. It's from a classmate he shares notes with and one of the few non toxic dudes on campus. A smile forms on his face, his fingers ready to fly across the screen to confirm his Friday night to be golden and one to remember. 

Or maybe wish to remember as alcohol and maybe some weed numb his senses. 

But then the location comes through, a frat house that's notorious for ignorance and low key rape culture. He turns it down claiming to study and sighs. Staring at his shared four walls from the top bunk. 

"What's going on with you? No one wants you to keep their bed warm tonight?" Sero teases passing him up a beer before starting the next round of his game. Preferring to get buzzed and troll in Apex lobbies than find somewhere to be tonight.  

Their phones buzz at the same time, Kirishima coming through on the group chat. 

Big Red 🦈 : Any plans tonight boys?

Boomboi 💣 : Fuck off, busy. 

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Apex

Zaptos ⚡: got invited to a party but location is sus af. You bro? 

Big Red 🦈 : Yikes 😬 Keepin some ladies safe. Don't like the scene here…

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Same

Zaptos ⚡: Same

Boomboi 💣:  FUCK OFF!

Denki and Sero both smirk at their phones before moving on with their Friday night with small talk of Instagram stories and received risque snapchats. As the beer fridge gets dwindles  their thoughts seem to grow. 

"Okay, listen. Here me out!" Denki says as if Sero would ever come off defensive. He finishes his eighth beer before continuing. 

"What if we started our own frat? Like...like a fucking wholesome one." 

"Dude not only does that sound impossible but what would we call ourselves?" Sero chuckles nursing his seventh beer. Denki pauses for a moment, trying to think of something, anything great. 

"Alpha Kappa Wholesome." He smiles, "Yea that's it!"

Sero laughs from his bottom bunk earning an angry faced Denki to put half of his body over the side of his bed. 

"I'm serious man! We could kick out whoever doesn't match our values. This college is supposed to be about making 'lasting connections' with fellow heroes! How are we supposed to do it when we are cooped up in our tiny dorm!" He gestures to their cramped room. A set of bunk beds and desks with their TV and shared dresser on the far wall. Sero looks around, this sure as hell wasn't like the dorms at UA that's for sure. 

"Okay well two people isn't enough for a frat, man." Sero lets the dream die before it can bloom, running a hand through his raven hair. Denki scrunches up his face before he remembers where his crush stays.  It's as if a light bulb lit up atop his upside down head. He jolts himself falling from the top bunk crashing into the empty beer bottle. They clink in protest but thankfully non break, just roll beneath the bottom bunk. 

"But there is a sorority of only four and we have four friends in our group!" 

Denki decides now is a good time to face time them. Kirishima answers first with a shout that he's gonna step outside, the roaring party and flashing lights die behind the shutting door while Bakugou is illuminated by the light of his screen glaring into the camera while a meek looking girl hides. 

"This better be fucking good." Bakugou growls. 

After an hour and a half of screaming Denki finally convinces Bakugou that sharing a house with the three of them as opposed to a rando was a much better idea. Reminding him that he had done it for three years in highschool surely he could last two more. He agrees but refuses to help argue with the dean meanwhile Kirishima is GLOWING with excitement over the idea formulating with his sober mind the best way to handle the notorious harsh Dean. 

It takes petitions, several meetings and almost til the spring break to come down to this, the final meeting. Bakugou, who has attended every meeting and true to his word has said nothing. Denki nervous as a sinner in church, Sero who's sweating bullets and Kirishima all sit in the room with the board, treasury and the Dean in a final meeting of sorts. 

Kirishima gulps and before he can explain the benefits the frat will have to offer the Dean stops him with a simple show of his hand. Taking a report from the secretary of treasury to look over, he just needed the monetary excuse to back up his favorite word. 

"No." He clears his throat, "Unfortunately funds are too low to be able to support another fraternity." The Dean leaves it at that not even bothering to offer they join something preexisting. 

Three of the four men accept defeat, mentally communicating that they did a good job trying. But the fourth man dreamed of his own room, of his own space to do as he pleased. And all without threat of being charged with murder. Although the fourth man would never admit that the reason he spoke up wasn't totally about the room, it was the look of defeat, anguish on his friends faces that had the room heating up a degree or two and smelling heavily of boiling sugar. 

"Oi, toupee." The hot head let's his seat fall back to all fours, fixing the Dean a withering look, "You said something about not enough money huh?" 

The Dean swallows thickly carefully thinking out his next sentence. 

"Why, Yes its…." Bakugou interrupts before the Dean can even finish his thought. 

"Pretty sure I'm the reason this campus is gonna be swarming with fucking no name extras next year." Katsuki's smile widens as his hand pops, "If you deny this request with the money I'm making you then I'll participate in the university sports festival with another college's across my fucking chest." 

The Dean visibly sweats, Bakugou really was a hard student to land. His brash attitude and unapologetic behavior was popular among the younger generation bringing with it an influx of applicants and donations. It hadn't even been 24 hours since his announcement did it crash the admin and donation site. He panics, not even sure if there is any real estate available on or around campus in order for him to legally allow this fraternity to flourish. As if reading his mind the secretary of grounds offers him a file, an old run down home within a decent walking distance of the main campus. The Dean exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding. 

"Let's not act so rash. It has just come to my attention that we have some extra funding to be able to purchase a place for you all…" He looks over the file, he hopes this is enough to placate the hot head, "But it will need some old fashioned sweat equity, if we can secure it. The town has been kind enough to offer us first dibs to real estate within a certain radius of campus and if they like our offer you hardworking men will have your 'Alpha Kappa Wholesome home." 

"They better like your offer." Is all Bakugou says before standing, "We get the keys in a month, got it?"

He doesn't give the Dean time to rebuttal, he just leaves while the other shocked three follow suit. It isn't until they are in the courtyard does their excitement hit them all at once.

"HOLY SHIT BAKUBRO ALWAYS COMING IN ON THE FUCKING KLUTCH!" Denki shouts, tackling Bakugou into a hug, Sero and then Kirishima wrap their arms around the yelling hot head who threatens to blow them up. 

"I owe you a fucking drink!" Kirishima shouts lifting the group and twirling them  

"OI OI OI SHITTY HAIR PUT ME DOWN!" 

After that promised drink and a month of waiting the four musketeers stand before their new home. The house is trashed, easily a short sale of a foreclosure as the rent went higher but their wages stayed low. The amount of work to make this place semi decent was going to be astronomical at best. 

Bakugou is thoroughly unimpressed, scoffing as Denki runs up the porch. The vision is clear in the electric blonde's head. The massive porch is clean, with a swing and some chairs, string lights hanging from the wooden ceiling while the half wrapped around, second story porch is draped in endless artificial star light cloaking the house in cozy warmth. 

Dneki opens the front door and plume of dust rushes out around him, the other two follow suit. Taking the steps two at a time as they rush into the house. Harsh garnet stares after them before glancing at their luggage. He decides to leave it all stepping inside. 

Their imaginations run rampant as they stand beneath the large archway to the main living room while Bakugou begins to second guess opening his mouth. That or getting more money from the Dean. Before displeasure can leave the hot head his friends turn to face him, their eyes shining and smiles stretched wide, wide enough it begins to hurt Bakugou's own cheeks. They encourage him to step into the home more, telling him what will go where. For a moment his smile is soft, tender as he looks at these three idiots seeing the bright side of everything before he steels back into his normal self.

"Oi! Quick acting all googly eyed. We've got a lot of work to do and a lot of fucking money to raise." 

The four friends spend majority of their spring term picking rooms and doing basic cleaning. Bringing only one of the two full bathrooms up to par, trying their best to keep up with the old big house. Even after all of them picked their rooms there were still three bedrooms and a den with a door left. They brain stormed adding recruits but Bakugou shot the idea down despite Sero being elected the president of the frat. 

Spring boils into summer, bringing with it the promise of cold hard cash. Bake sales and lunch deals thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills brought in a large amount of income, so did the odd jobs Kirishima, Denki, and Sero found themselves doing. Still they find themselves short.

"Shirtless carwash!" Denki announces earning a glare from Bakugou. Kirishima pipes up before the idea is blasted sky high. 

"Think of the money man. The community around here is soccer mom's and freshly graduated college kids and I don't know about yall but when I go for a run or hit up the corner store after a good run I'm being stared at." 

"That's a valid point Bakugou. I've seen how they flock to you for baked goods, they've been staring at your arms and eyes man." Sero adds voting yes to the idea making it three to one. 

Just as Kirishima said, woman and even some men, flock to the area for a car wash. Some even coming back twice in one day! The cash flow is good but still a bit lacking. Denki wipes the sweat from his brow as he wonders how they will get enough to be able to get decent light fixtures and a working fridge in the dorm. Let alone anything aside from a blown up mattress and folding chairs in the living room. He scrolls through his social media on his break and comes across the miracle he has been asking for. 

A lovely summer picture of four women in bikinis, three of them his housemates have lived with before. Mina Ashido, Jiro Kyoka,  Ochako Uraraka, and then there is the new woman, you.

But what makes the picture that much sweeter isn't even the content itself, no it's that gorgeous caption just beneath it. 

"BASIC BITCH CAR WASH! Help us raise money for an apartment so our sorority doesn't get disbanded!" 

An idea formulates in the electric blondes head so quickly he thinks sparks fly from his ears. A dangerous smile forms on Denki Kaminari's lips. 

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha wholesome frat au

[hyperpsychomaniac]

Bonding Exercise - Chapter 4

DT 17 Fanfiction

Summary: Scrooge is sick of Della and Launchpad fighting over the Sunchaser, which is costing him money, so he sends them on a 40 hour flight and orders them to sort out their differences.

Chapter 1

***

Della snorted awake and blinked the glare from her eyes wearily. The bedspread in front of her was a crisp white, reflecting brightly the beam of sunlight that crept through the window and across the hospital bed to finally rouse her. The hospital bed. And all the events on the aeroplane came flooding back to her.

"Oh hey, you're awake." Launchpad sat upright at the top of the bed, propped up by pillows. His arm was in a sling, a proper one, and the bandage around his upper arm was a lot neater than the blood-soaked mess Della had been able to do for him. He had his phone in his good hand. But he smiled at her faintly and immediately put it face down on his bedside table.

"So are you." When Della had finally fallen asleep last night, Launchpad had been entirely out of it. She had not expected to see him awake.

"I, er… woke up maybe an hour ago. It would've been hard to go back to sleep anyway. You were snoring like a freight train."

Della flushed. "Um… sorry."

Launchpad's gaze lowered. "Did you stay here all night?"

Della nodded. It had been morning when the woman from the station who'd contacted them made it to the aeroplane. Launchpad had still been out of it, and Della had hoped that was simply because he was sleeping off the creature's venom. They'd somehow managed to heft him into their rescuer's jeep. When Della had asked her what the thing that attacked them was and whether it was venomous, she had simply shrugged and said: "Probably. Everything out here is."

It had only been the few hours, late in the afternoon, when they'd finally traversed the miles of red dirt road and got Launchpad to a hospital, and he'd been taken into surgery, that the doctors had insisted Della had to wait outside.

"Of course. I promised I wouldn't leave you alone."

"Thanks, Della," Launchpad said quietly. "That means a lot."

Della glanced at Launchpad's phone. The device was no longer an annoyance to her. He'd been so upset on the plane, and it made sense, but she still didn't fully understand what had gone on. "Did…" she asked tentatively, "did your parents get your messages?"

Launchpad winced. "I said stuff about them, didn't I? Back on the plane."

"Sort of. Look, you were really out of it. I get if it's not something you want to talk about with me…"

"Those messages hadn't sent yet. So I deleted them. I think they would've freaked my parents out. They freaked me out. I know I was stressing about talking to them, but I didn't actually realise…" Launchpad gulped. "I didn't realise how badly I wanted them to be there for me. Even though they haven't always been. I don't even remember writing those messages. But that's what it sounded like from reading them."

Launchpad had his legs crossed under the covers, leaving free space at the bottom of the bed. Della scooted herself up into it. "LP, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise you had all this going on. I get why you didn't tell me. I mean, you've never talked about your family before. But I thought you were playing on your phone because you were ignoring me, and you weren't interested in not fighting, even for Dewey, and… I'm sorry. I've been acting like a complete and utter jerk." She hung her head.

"You weren't the only one. I'm sorry too."

"At least you had a good reason."

"Not really. I mean, yeah, I was distracted. I probably should've just replied to my parents instead of worrying about it for, like, an entire week. But I haven't spoken to them in years. I thought they didn't want to have anything to do with me. So I'm not sure how to talk to them, and I guess I froze up. But… I replied to them just now. I told them I missed them, and… they haven't responded yet. But I think they're probably asleep or something. I'll… I'll figure it out.

Launchpad plucked at the bedsheet as he spoke and wouldn't meet Della's gaze. "But it's not the only reason I've been a jerk and fighting with you and avoiding you. I…." He gulped, then looked up at her as he plunged ahead. "Della, ever since I started working for Mr McDee, and then flying his plane, and Dewey and his brothers came to live at the manor, and we all started going on adventures, and… you guys have been more of a family to me than my parents were. I don't feel like I'm getting in the way, even though I sometimes do and…

"And then you came back from the moon. And I'm really happy for Dewey. It's great he gets to have such a good mom, but… you're a pilot too. And you're way better at it than me, and… you're actually family. I haven't been able to go on as many adventures, and that was okay because I get it but… but now Dewey's learning to be a pilot as well." His shoulders sagged. "I'm pretty sure he's better than me already. I'm sure he'll even be great at landing. I'm really proud of him and all, but… now you've got yet another pilot and… is Mr McDee even going to need me?"

Della stared at him until she realised he actually expected her to answer his question. "Launchpad…" She reached out without thinking and grasped his hand. She felt his fingers tense at her touch, wrapping around hers. "Even if Scrooge doesn't need you, I… I want you to help teach Dewey about flying too."

"Come on, Della. You don't want me teaching Dewey anything. I'm a lousy pilot, and you wouldn't have yelled at me so much if…"

"No, listen to me. Yeah, I was mad. But that was before I freaked out trying to land in a dust storm because I was worried my friend would bleed out behind me. The way you talked me through the crash, you need to teach that to Dewey. I mean, I don't want him to crash, but sometimes you have to, and, well… you didn't freak out even though you'd pretty much just been stabbed…"

"You really want me to help teach him?"

"Yeah, really. Just ask me whenever you want to take him up, okay? Don't do it behind my back."

Launchpad nodded. He smiled faintly. "Hey, I guess we can be nice to each other. If we try."

Della smiled back. "Dewey's right. We should be friends, even if we fight a bit. And that's okay. As long as we promise not to be jerks to each other. Deal?"

"Deal. And thanks…" Launchpad glanced briefly at his phone. "It does mean a lot, you know, that you were there for me when I needed someone."

Della swallowed. "Launchpad, your parents…"

"What about Mr McDee?"

"About…"

"He's mad about how much money we're spending on the… the Cloudslasher. If he gets sick of it, it's not you he's going to fire."

Della sighed. "The… the Sunchaser."

Launchpad blinked at her.

"Come on, LP, I named her when I was like nineteen. Sunchaser suits her a lot more. She might be big and clunky, but she's dependable and… I don't know, she sort of reminds me of you. But like Dewey said, we both love her. So assuming we can scrape her up off the desert floor, if Scrooge doesn't want double the maintenance costs, then between the both of us, we should be able to halve them instead."

Launchpad squinted. "Wait, so half is…"

"Huh?"

"Half of what it should be, or what we're spending on it now, or… ? Do we have to think about fractions because they really stress me out…"

Della groaned. "You know what? I'll get Huey to do the maths. All we've got to do is work together to figure out how to make it less. Plus, we should be taking care of the old girl properly anyway."

Launchpad's phone chirped on his bedside, and he visibly flinched. He reached out his hand for it, then paused.

"You know what, I can go get some coffee?"

"Er, I'm not sure I'm allowed to have coffee right now."

"I… LP, I'm going to leave the room for a bit."

"Oh, yeah, okay." Launchpad pulled the phone towards him, took a deep breath, and unlocked the screen.

Della left him and went in search of a coffee machine. She did feel a little better now. And not just because Launchpad was awake and seemed to be doing okay. Finally, they were talking to each other, and it felt like a weight of frustration had lifted from her chest. She just wished it hadn't taken Launchpad getting hurt to push them into it.

Still, Della was pretty sure one life-threatening experience didn't put them anywhere near close enough for her to start butting into his personal life. It had only been the dose of venom in Launchpad's system, on top of everything else, which had resulted in him breaking down on her. She would give him the privacy he needed to work out whatever was happening between him and his parents.

But whatever that was was hurting him, and Della realised she cared. She didn't want to see Launchpad in a mess like back on the Sunchaser. But, apart from being there for him when he was hurt, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do about it.

But like Dewey had asked of them, maybe the place to start was to just try and be friends.

***

Author's note: Done! If you've enjoyed please feel free to leave me any comments. I usually try to respond. :)

#dt 17 #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt 17 fanfiction #ducktales fanfiction #della duck #launchpad #launchpad mcquack #dt 17 launchpad #fanfic #fanfiction #disney ducks

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Pan! Reader - Misunderstood - oneshot

Slight canon divergence - before D3 but after D2 but more kids get invited and actually taken to Auradon and Ben gets Uma and her boys over because he’s Ben

Slight angst btw 

the necklace:

=

“IS THIS JUST A GAME TO YOU?!” Harry stared at you wide-eyed, clutching onto the stolen small bottle necklace, which held your precious pixie dust.

The last you had gotten from your dad before he died.

You took a deep breath, it caught in your throat as tears burned at your eyes “god, are you just THAT self-absorbed that you can't bother to think that people other than you have feelings?! Am I just not worthy enough you to have feelings?! Well, guess what Hook!? I HAVE FEELINGS AND IM FUCKING DONE DEALING WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!” you stormed up to the pirate and snatched the necklace from Harry, you took a deep breath, about to yell at him again, but you just snapped your mouth shut and shook your head, rubbing your eyes as you spun around and stormed away from him.

Harry watched you wide-eyed as you stormed away from him….were you…crying? Why were you crying? He thought the two of you were just having a good old fashion rivalry?

Apparently, you thought different, Harry shrunk in on himself, racking through his mind to try to find instances where you didn’t play along with his teasing.

….he couldn’t remember a single time you smiled during it.

Shit-he always thought you were playing along with him, throwing the playful insults right back and taking every prank like water off the back.

But now he knew that it wasn’t like that, he had gone too far in messing with the daughter of Peter Pan.

=

You let out a sigh, a sob cracking with your throat as you wiped the tears from your face.

When Harry Hook first came to Auradon, you had given him the same doubt you gave all the vks, that he wasn’t like his father.

And you were right….he was worse.

Constantly teasing you, insulting you and your late-father, stealing your things, and all with a big smile on his face.

Like making you feel like shit was just a game to him.

The only reason you didn’t tattle tale to FG was that you couldn’t bear him getting sent back to the isle. Even if after all he did to you, you didn’t want him to lose his chance at a good life.

You sighed, glancing down at the bottle clutched in your hand smiling in relief as you spotted no cracks or any damage.

Hopefully, Harry would leave you alone from now on, but knowing him, he would continue to make your life hell for fun.

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As the week went on since the “Harry stealing your precious necklace” incident, the aforementioned Teen pirate hadn’t bothered you at all.

During your dreaded shared classes with him, he hadn’t even looked in your direction, instead, he sat curled up at his desk, eyes pointedly looking down at his notebook.

It was an odd but mostly welcome change.

Except for the fact that he stopped doing most things at all….which slightly worried you. He had gone from a proudly loud, chaotic, disruptive teen to a drawn-in, quiet, and only speaking when spoken to one…and while you knew you didn’t owe harry any of your worried feelings, you still did.

You did your best to ignore the pit in your chest, doing your best to ignore your growing worry for the son of Hook.

But one day

Someone knocked on your dorm room door, making you sit up from your desk confused, glancing at the clock. Almost 10pm, curfew, who would risk coming to your room this late.

Standing from your desk and walking over to your door, you unlocked it and peeked around as you opened it, eyes widening as you saw the son of Hook, standing at your door, eyes cast down and wringing his hands together.

“Hook?” you whispered, making his dull ocean blue eyes shoot to yours “what are you-what do you want?”

“i-“ Harry took a shaky breath, ruffling his hair “I jus’ came ta say…im sorry” you blinked in shock…sorry? “im sorry, I went too far in messin’ with ya, Im…im bad at reading social cues sometimes and I somehow never realized yeh weren’t having fun like I thought ye were”

“fun?” you snapped, glaring at him, Harry’s eyes widened and he waved his hands franticly.

“nonono not wha-i-shit-um,I-I thought we were just playing into a joke, like-I thought we were making fun of our parent's rivalry? Im sorry, I should have checked to make sure yeh were okay with everything”

You thought back to everything, every incident, every prank, insult, tease…..Harry was smiling a genuine smile, giggling to himself as you threw back each one, like he was having fun, like it was all a joke.

And it was, to him at least….great now you felt like shit. “look Harry im sor-“ Harry suddenly covered your mouth with his hands, his eyes wide.

“no! yeh have nothing ta be sorry fer, I wasn’t clear with meh intentions, its completely meh fault, and again, im sorry fer it.” He slowly took his hands off your mouth, giving you a sheepish smile “thas all I wanted ta say, im sorry for doing all tha’ and I’ll never do ‘em again”

You and Harry stared at each other for a moment, before Harry took a step back, glancing up and down the hallway “well….that's-tha’s it, um, bye” just as Harry turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his jacket, stopping him from leaving. He turned to you confused, his brows furrowed “Pan?”

You smiled at him, his jaw-dropping slightly as you did “let's start over, hm?” you released his jacket and held out your hand “im (y/n) Pan”

Harry just stared at you, eyes flying between your hand and your smiling face. A small smile grew on his face as he turned to face you completely and took your hand, grinning as you started swinging them. “im Harry Hook”

“nice to meet you Harry Hook, I hope we get along” you giggled, scrunching your nose as Harry beamed, his dull eyes turning bright.

“aye, I hope so too”

You nodded, glancing at your clock and wincing “uuum, its ten o’clock” Harry's eyes widened and he leaned into your room, yelping as he glanced at your clock.

“shit! I have’ta go, bye Pan!”

“bye” you laughed, watching Harry rush back to his dorms. You snorted and backed into your room, closing the door and walking back over to your desk, sighing as you flopped in your chair and stretched “glad to finally have all that sorted out” you muttered, cracking your neck and continuing on your essay.

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Harry slid into his room, slightly tripping over the rug and yelping, sighing as he regained his balance “whew” Harry rubbed his eyes, smiling at Gil as the other teen sat up on his bed,

“well?!” Gil pushed, leaping from his bed and speeding over to Harry, grabbing onto his shoulders “how’d it go?”

“id say she forgave meh?” Harry guessed, shrugging off Gil's hands and walking over to his dresser for his PJ’s “she smiled at me at least, but well see”

“that’s good, I’m glad your out of your slump, it was kinda sad to see you moping about like that” Gil sighed, walking back over to his bed and laying down, crossing his arms behind his head.

“aye, didn’t feel too good either” Harry muttered, shrugging on a tank top and sweatpants “well, night”

“night” Gil called back, turning off his light and getting under his covers, almost falling asleep immediately.

Harry walked to his bed and rolled under the covers, making a mental note to thank Uma for helping him figure out what to say to (y/n).

He shut off his light and pushed his head into his fluffy pillow, closing his eyes and ready for the next day.

Where hopefully he and (y/n) Pan wouldn’t be enemies anymore.

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