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pattycakes5516 · 6 months

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Amongst Friends: Chapter Five

Smut ⚠️

Warning: This is all smut 🤷‍♀️

Gojo's POV

He takes in a bated breath at the erotic scene before him. Almost groaning out loud when Y/N calls out his name. Her hair sprawled out on the mattress, body perfectly arched with a euphoric look of pleasure present on her features. "What is going on?" Satoru's voice comes out in a low growl.

He watches as her far off state shifts to reality; just now understanding the circumstance she was in. He notices Suguru's grip tighten on her hips and she jolts up, moaning uncontrollably. Suguru looks almost feral as his tongue works to devour her needy pussy. "Fuck... please Suguru... I can't think..." She pleads with him but he ignores her cries.

Satoru swallows heavily as he watches her overcome with an orgasm. The way her legs shook and fingers dug into the bed trying to hold on to something. He felt his cock twitch painfully against his pants.

A small sense of guilt was nothing compared to the annoyance that they did not invite him to join. A wicked grin appears on his face as the dark eyes of his friend finally meet his own. "You fucking greedy bastard..." Satoru curses and Suguru simply shrugs.

Regular POV

Your mind and body are not listening as you try to recover from yet another orgasm. You glare down at Suguru who now wears a cocky smirk and licks his canines.

"Don't look at me like that..." he threatens and your body shivers. You attempt to sit up so you can address Satoru; to explain what the hell is happening. "Ah ah eyes on me..." He growls and his large hand wraps around your throat pulling you to him.

Suguru adds a bit of pressure, taking away oxygen for a few seconds before releasing. Your vision dots with black spots but your body vibrates to life. You cry out but are silenced by a fierce kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip and tongue shoved down your throat. You ride the body high and give into him as one hand roams your hip and the other tugs your hair.

"Suguru..." You hear Satoru hiss, he was always a bit of a brat. But the tone he used in this moment to call out his friend's name was all aggression. He was no longer ok with being ignored.

Suguru pulls away and you whine. "Fuck that was cute..." His deep velvet voice whispers in your ear. "Satoru, you know I don't like sharing like you do...." You open your eyes and see his jaw clench.

You glance over at Satoru, those blue eyes lacked any playfulness. "This is a special occasion." He snaps back and you feel like prey caught between two predators who were starving.

You could feel a strange tension in the room. Both men stare each other down. It would be a ridiculous scene to witness; you and Suguru naked in bed while Satoru stands fully dressed.

"This is fucking ridiculous!" You suddenly speak up and both men snap out of it. "What the hell am I doing?" You run your hand down your face contemplating your choices.

"Fine Satoru just this once..." Suguru speaks up suddenly and you are pulled backwards into Satoru's chest. When you look up at him his eyes are low lidded and the smirk is devilish.

"Can I get a kiss too?" Satoru's expression changes to a pout, skillfully crafted to convey innocence and mask his devious thoughts. "Please..." He almost whimpers, your body reacts.

"I..." You try your hardest to form a sentence but the heat in your cheeks was distracting. Satoru turns your body to face him and kneels in front of you. His hand on your thigh and the other cupping your face, the coolness calming.

"You know me Y/N..." The bit of regular charm and cheerful personality cracks through. You find yourself slightly smiling. "It gets annoying to deal with me when someone gets something I want."

His thumb slides across your lower lip and he squeezes your leg. "Just this once..." He whispers his face inches from your own, his voice needy.

"Pfft..." His eyebrows knit together in confusion when you laugh. "Is that the equivalent to just the tip Satoru Gojo?" You respond sarcastically. His expression softens as you see him trying not to giggle himself as he shrugs.

You gulp and tense your jaw when his fingers tangle your hair pulling your face up. His breath ghosts over your neck. "Lovely, it would be much more than that..." His thumb caresses circles onto your inner thigh and you almost purr, you bite your inner cheek to maintain some form of sanity. "You're so fucking wet... Dripping down your thigh..."

You watch as he leans back a bit, making intense eye contact as he lifts his finger to his mouth and sucks them clean. "Ok..." you groan, rubbing your legs together at the visage in front of you.

"What was that?" Satoru tilts his head in mock confusion. "Speak up sweetheart. My beautiful Y/N." He cups your face and studies you. Fucking shit fuck...

"Kiss me Satoru!" You growl pulling him by the collar of his shirt and he grins as your lips meet. You yank him on top of you and he takes hold of your arms pushing them above your head.

"Slow down there..." Satoru scolds you and you roll your eyes. You wrap your legs around him, wanting to feel his body against yours. "Hah... so impatient..." Satoru takes both your wrists in one hand, tightening his grip. Gently lifts your chin, he was so pretty hovering above you in such a dirty way.

He kisses you again this time forcing it to be slow and sensual. Your heart races as his tongue softly dances with your own. Calculated strokes that ignited your core. When he pulls away again you miss the sensation. "That wasn't so bad. Right?" You nod arching against him.

"Fuck Satoru..." a deep voice interrupts your intimate moment. "You need to mmm share." You tilt your head back and see Suguru sitting against the wall leaning back, slowly stroking himself. Those dark eyes focused on every inch of skin.

Satoru sighs in a spoiled way, let's go and stands up. You watch as he removes his shirt and walks towards your dresser. "Top drawer?" He asks so casually. "Condoms?" You finally register and nod.

"Y/N come here..." Suguru beckons you and you manage to crawl over to him. Must have been too slow for his liking because he practically lifts you up pulling you closer. His teeth dig into your neck and you cry out. His tongue eases the sharp pain and it felt so good.

"Here greedy fucker..." Satoru throws a rubber at Suguru, as he begins unbuckling his belt. "I want this so bad... What is wrong with me?" Satoru mutters to himself, running his hand through his hair. A small amount of anxiety on his features.

"Put it on for me..." Suguru growls into your ear, no hesitation and those dark eyes burning with a carnal impulse. There was no regret or faltering in his expression. You take the foil wrapper from his hand and tear it open with your teeth. "So sexy..."

You take hold of his cock and he makes a pleased sound as you slowly stroke it. You watch as his abs contract. You roll on protection and his hands take hold of your hips. Without warning he turns you around as you straddle above him. "Final chance to stop..." He manages to say through gritted teeth.

"Fuck me Suguru..." You moan and he pushes you down onto his dick. Your head falls back at the sharp pain yet the pleasure of being completely filled by him.

He does not move holding you still warming his cock. You try to grind against him but he clicks his teeth. His large arms wrap around you and pull you against his chest, his fingers rolling along your nipples. "Rub your clit for me..."

Shakily as he relentlessly pinches and caresses your breast you move your hand to play with yourself. "Hah... please let me move..." You beg craving the friction.

Your eyes closed, you enjoy the multiple sensory pleasures. Suguru continues to knead your sensitive buds as he kisses your spine and shoulders. You gasp when another set of lips nibble at your neck. "I thought you were cute but damn..." Satoru whispers as you open your eyes to see him now naked kneeling in front of you.

"Ahhh fuck..." You cry out when Satoru replaces your own fingers with his, the lewd sound of your wetness as he expertly circles your clit. "Satoru..." you call out his name holding onto his shoulders for an anchor.

The moment you moan his name his eyes widen. He increases his pace and you fight to ride Suguru who has you still firmly in place. Your body slumps desperately. "You're so mean, Suguru..." Satoru laughs at your struggle. "Stop teasing her."

"Y/N how badly do you want me to fuck you?" Suguru asks, he sounded just as needy as you did. He has much better control as he holds you tighter. Your mind was a mess. You were going off instinct, the urge to continue feeling this good made you lose yourself completely. The promise of feeling even better.

"Fuck Suguru..." You curse at him, your nails digging into Satoru's shoulder. Satoru had told Suguru he was mean but the way his finger explored the front of your pussy was almost torture. Satoru spreads his fingers around your soaking lips where Suguru's cock was buried deep. "I need you to fuck me... Suguru, I need it so bad..."

Suguru grunts then slowly lifts your body up against his shaft, the pressure of Saturu's fingers cupping your hole and the sensation of sliding along Suguru's cock makes your body shiver. "You feel so damn good..." Suguru moans as you begin riding him. You barely heard his words, too busy buzzing with your own euphoria to care. Your vision flashes white as you already feel yourself ready to cum all over him.

Just as you pussy begins to twitch, Suguru yanks you off and you whimper. "Mmmm no please..." Your lips clench around empty air and you feel like throwing a small tantrum.

"You're being selfish." Suguru says while guiding your body into an arch and kneeling behind you. "Look at poor Satoru." Through bleary vision you look up and see a pained expression on Satoru's face as he strokes himself. You open your mouth and Satoru swallows heavily. You stick out your tongue and he gladly obliges. Your tongue twirls around the tip of his swollen cock, the bitter taste of precum fills you mouth.

Satoru groans deeply; you could feel the rumble from his chest. "Look at you...." You suck at the tip enjoying his eyes roll back. "I know I... Fuck... call you a nerd... but god damn it you can suck a dick..." Right as you take him into your throat and swallow, Suguru shoves himself back in. You moan and Satoru's body shakes from the vibrations. His hands tangle in your hair. Both men begin to thrust against you. You were a mindless drooling mess beneath them. You could no longer speak just grunts and cries.

The moment Suguru pulls your ass cheeks a part to push in even deeper you lose it. Your body shakes uncontrollable and your cunt clenches and unclenches. "That's it cum on my cock.... FUCK.... Fuck... fuck..."

Suguru and Satoru let out a stream of curses. You feel Satoru's dick twitch in your mouth and then his hot seed slides down your throat. He leans down a panting mess. Then pulls your neck back kissing you roughly.

A sharp slap to your ass causes you to jolt and moan into Satoru's lips. Suguru continues to slam into you. You arch even further, your toes curling.

Satoru stops the kiss, forcing you to look back at Suguru. Those dark eyes were low lidded and mindless. "Look what you have done to our precious Suguru." Satoru whispers, his cheeks flushed. "You're so good..."

"Y/N how does it feel..." Suguru grips your hips again and you arch even lower. "Fucking both of us... such a slut..." Then he flips you on your back pushing your legs up nearly to your head.

"Ahhh...." You scream out the new angle allowing him to get unbelievably deeper. "Feels good..." You whine and he curses again. His thrust is rough as he drills you into the bed. His hand pushes on your stomach.

"I can feel my cock..." He smirks and licks his canine, sweat dripping from his forehead. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." He says confidently and you could not argue. You could only moan in response. Your vision clouded and thoughts fuzzy.

Satoru kisses your forehead then lowers himself to suck on your tit. "Too much..." You mewl but he holds down your arms, his tongue tracing your nipple.

"Awww you're so tough..." Suguru says, "you can handle it." He slams down and you see stars. Your body jerked on its own, legs quaking.

"Satoru shit..." He calls out to his friend, Satoru nods, they speak without saying a word. They had known each other since childhood so it was understandable. In the moment you wanted to know what they were both thinking. You were unable to form any syllables as Satoru again starts playing with your clit.

"Gah...." Another orgasm crashes down and this time Suguru moans. His pace became as erratic as his breathing. His cock pulsates inside you.

"Y/N fuck..." Suguru whines as you see his muscles tighten. You feel him finally release his load. His movements still as he tries to breathe. Satoru leans back with a smile. Suguru lowers your legs and this time his kiss is gentle. Soft pecks along the side of your lips and along your face. When those eyes meet yours there is a mixture of emotion. "You ok pretty?"

"So good..." You say softly and the worry you saw fades a bit. Suguru smiles down at you. Satoru whines and you both look over.

"I want a turn..." Satoru mutters his cock already hard again. He is such a brat. Suguru glares at his friend and sighs. You laugh almost drunkenly.

"Y/N..." Suguru calls out to you and you look at him. His finger runs along your cheek. "He doesn't always have to get his way." You reach up and take a piece of his long hair in your fingers twirling it.

"It's fine. I'm tough." You say smirking up at him. Suguru's usual stoic demeanor falls for a second, you see something vulnerable in his eyes. "Are you okay?" You ask him and he shakes his head.

"Yeah no I'm fine." He mumbles and you yelp when you feel Satoru grab your legs pulling you to the edge where he was standing.

"I'll be gentle. I can control myself unlike some people." Satoru takes a dig at Suguru who shrugs. Satoru kneels between your legs. "Still dripping... but you look so tasty."

You hate how your body instantly craves his tongue. You thank him when he begins sucking your juices. "So well mannered." Satoru whispers then plunges his tongue as far as he could inside of you. Your thighs close around his head and you ride his tongue.

"God damn it..." You hear Suguru curse climbing back onto the bed. He pinches your cheeks forcing your mouth open. "Don't swallow..." he warns as he spits into your mouth then straddles the front of your body. Roughly he opens your mouth wider and shoves his cock into your mouth.

Satoru shows you just how good he is with his mouth. You don't care that you can barely breath when Suguru begins thrusting.

You think to yourself you can't possible cum anymore, until a strange feeling overcomes you. You have never felt this way. It was almost too intense. You spread your legs and can hear Satoru moaning as he eats you out. You scream against Suguru's shaft as you feel your pussy squirt against Satoru's face. "Ooo you dirty girl..."

You feel tears fall down your cheek. "Satoru, you made her cry..." Suguru groans, "So breathtaking..." His cock spits cum down your throat and his entire body shakes. He stumbles back and lays down. "Shit..."

Satoru stands up smiling madly as he wipes his face off with his shirt. "I've never... Satoru... I'm sorry..." you cover your face a bit embarrassed.

"Sweetheart, that was the ultimate compliment." Satoru comforts you. You smile and then whine as he slides his cock against your lips. He lets out a shaky breath. "I've been beyond patient."

You always joked about how lanky Satoru Gojo was. He would always pout and be combative. But when this man picks you up as if you weigh nothing, slams his cock into you and pushes you against the wall you knew you could no longer say that. Your eyes wide in shock as he wore a cocky grin. "My turn..."

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manikas-whims · 2 months

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26/02/2024: Nina and Matthias’s son asks Kaz if he’s a bad person

“Uncle Kaz, are you a bad person?”

They were walking down the bustling streets of Little Ravka.

Unsurprisingly his four year-old nephew, Soren, had acquired the same love for waffles as his mother. From his father, had merely acquired the sparkling blue eyes which he weaponized quite a lot whenever he needed to coax Kaz into doing his bidding.

And so, after ignoring Soren’s adorable pleas and big, blue, sparkling eyes for hours, Kaz had agreed to take him out for a snack. As such, they were heading towards this famous local diner in the area to try some ravkan-styled waffles.

Kaz had expected the child to show his excitement over it. Expected the little one to constantly persuade him into buying delectable sweets on their way. But questions about his morality were the last thing he had imagined. And from a child at that.

“Why do you ask?” He spoke in an even tone.

The child replied without a beat. “Cause a lot of people in Fee-eda say so.”

“I see.”

It’d been years since the Ice Court Heist. Despite never being able to prove it, there was a common tale spread around the Fjerdan folk about a sinister Demjin named Kaz Brekker who had come from the land of Kerch and broke down the formidable walls of the Ice Court using his dark powers. That he had peeled off his gloves inside the court and cast a sinister enchantment with the devious motions of his fingers to corrupt the sacred tree. That he was a mad man who had stolen the Shu child on a whim, and then decided to sell him off to the highest bidding nation for further entertainment.

“Wanna know what I think?” Soren asked, waving his hands in excitement.

Kaz smirked. “I honestly don’t care but you’ll tell me anyway, won’t you?”

The boy giggled. “I will! I will!”

“Well..?” Kaz waited patiently, both gloved hands now resting on his crow head cane.

“I think you’re a good person.”

The words stupefied Kaz more than they should have.

“And what makes you believe so?” He asked. He was expecting some sort of innocent and childlike response such as: because you spoil me with candy, because you show me magic or because you defend me when Papa gets mad.

The boy however, tilted his head, cheeks puffing up as he collected his thoughts and formulated a response.

“Because Aunt Inej likes you.”

Once more Kaz was left stunned. And a little flustered by the child’s words. He could only hope no one else heard it for the mere idea of someone liking Dirtyhands could stir the entire barrel with some spicy rumors. And he would not want to deal with them when his little nephew was around.

Soren’s eyes twinkled as he went on. “Aunt Inej likes me too! And, and..she told me she only likes good people. So that means Uncle Kaz is good too!”

“Alright then, ” Kaz coughed to compose himself and offered a gloved hand for the boy to hold. “Let’s get you those damned waffles.”

Soren bounced with joy at that and accepted the proffered hand as they continued their walk.

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turtletaubwrites · 3 months

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My Crew Needs Me ~ Part 25

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji X Robin

This is part 25 of the poly series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 3593

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Ao3 Link (Ch. 15 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

!!SPOILER WARNING!! Spoilers for the anime for the Water 7/Enies Lobby arc (through episode 288).

Summary: The Straw Hats infiltrate the Tower of Justice, and they race against time to find Robin before she's taken through the Gates. CP9 holds the keys to her freedom, and the crew will win or die trying to get her back.

Rating/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Polyamory, Kissing, Canon Typical Violence, Blood, Injuries, Pet Names, Swearing, Angst, Mild Body Horror (I guess? it's in the show)

A/N: Sorry for the longer wait on these chapters, friends! Apparently action takes me longer to write than smut, lol.

Luffy’s rallying call was followed by the creaking and scraping of the drawbridge, excitement and hope stunning you.

“Our reinforcements pulled it together after all. And just in time too,” Sanji praised, his words fading out at the sound of the Franky Family yelling that it was up to all of you now.

Luffy crouched down, yelling one more time to your crewmate across the waterfall.

“Hey Robin! We’ll save you no matter what!”

Shouts from marines below were followed by the booming of weapons against wood and stone that dashed your hopes.

Luffy and Sanji yelled down at the enemies, and you saw the bridge stop halfway, all of that work for naught.

You almost didn’t catch the sight of Franky lighting something on fire, burning pieces of paper floating away in the wind.

“We were passing down the blueprints to that ancient weapon to make sure it wouldn’t get used by scumbags like you. But I know Tom would have done the same thing.”

You saw Spandam, and all of CP9, staring open mouthed at the blue haired shipwright, and you knew you were missing something big.

“If you guys make a weapon now, we won’t be able to fight back,” Franky continued, ignoring Spandam’s quivering threats.

“But that’s only possible if you take Nico Robin through the Gates of Justice. I was wrong about you, Robin. You’re not a monster. And you’ve got friends willing to fight for you. Everything’s resting on the Straw Hats now.”

He looked over at you all with a nod, and you swore you saw him wink.

“And I’m betting on them.”

Voices of the Franky Family carried up to the tower, cheering, yelling that they were coming for him. He leaned over the edge to call back to his people, still ignoring the wails of Spandam as he mourned over the loss of those burnt papers.

Ignoring that pathetic man was a mistake, and you gasped as Franky was flung over the side of the building, Spandam’s arms shaking after shoving him over.

You watched in horror, hoping he would survive, until a voice called out of your pocket.

With a jolt, you pulled out the snail, Nami frowning at the grating voice berating you.

“Kokoro,” Nami questioned as you lifted the snail so you could hear her better.

“I left it on, I heard everything. Why are you all just standing around?”

“The bridge broke.”

“There’s no way over!”

You and Nami explained at the same time, yelling over the shouting voices of the rest of the crew.

“Jump into the waterfall! Give it all you’ve got, trust me!”

A train whistle blasted from below, moving closer.

“It’s the sea train,” Luffy laughed, the mischievous sound sending off alarm bells in your mind.

“What’s with that devious chuckle,” Usopp questioned, but he was too late.

Luffy’s arms stretched out behind the whole group, shoving you off the building.`

Plummeting toward death with nothing but Luffy’s arm at your back, and the screaming and crying forms of your crew, you braced for the end.

The end appeared as the beat up train charging over the half lowered bridge, flinging through the air toward the tower.

Tears were streaming from your eyes as you landed on top of the train, body aching with more bruises as you scrambled to hold onto something.

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck!

Nothing ever felt real with this crew. Especially as the train slammed through the wall, stone bricks turning to dust and debris as this miracle train skidded to a halt.

Your head swam, dizziness and nausea making you feel like you were still flying after your body left the train, scraping through the rubble.

“Hey, hey, Granny? You okay? Answer me!”

Franky’s voice confused you, and you groaned as you heard Kokoro answering him.

“Alright, we made it! Come on, you guys, get up already!”

You groaned louder at Luffy’s enthusiasm, hearing your hesitation echoed amongst the crew.

“Come on, you’ve been through worse than that!”

“We’re not all made of rubber, you know,” Sanji grumbled, more groans filling the room.

You didn’t know where to hold, pain dotting across your body. You could feel the tickle of blood from a scrape on your shoulder, and your right knee felt like it was hit with a hammer.

Robin.

She was waiting. You stood up, shaking it off, watching your crew do the same.

Chopper and Usopp yelled, hyping themselves up, while Zoro growled, preparing to draw his swords.

You couldn’t help but smile at everyone, determination set on all your dusty, bruised faces.

“See, you’re all just fine,” Luffy complained.

“You know, you guys are a bunch of weirdos. I felt like I should point that out,” said the blue haired man in a speedo with guns in his arms.

“There’s a staircase,” Luffy pointed, already running. “We’d better move it if we’re gonna find Robin.”

“Not so fast,” came a strained voice, high, but rough.

The group spun, finding the source of the voice in the corner of the room, pressed against the ceiling. He was dressed in a black suit, his body so round that your mind couldn’t shake the image of a balloon that had lost its string as he stared down at you.

As he began to speak again, you noticed the dangling of what looked like a golden zipper pull at the corner of his mouth, and wondered what sort of teeth you were seeing behind his lips.

“So you’ve invaded the Tower. There’s no point in going on. Lucci’s already taken Nico Robin to the Gates of Justice, along with Chief.”

“Oh really,” Nami asked with a smirk. “Thanks for telling us where we should start looking.”

You tried to cover your laugh with a cough, but didn’t think you were successful.

Why do so many bad guys love to just tell us everything?

“Why’d I tell them that,” the zippered man muttered to himself.

“He’s not too bright,” Chopper grumbled your thoughts, and you started to get angry again.

Angry at the stupid, evil government, and their stupid, evil agents.

He pulled himself together, puffing his already puffed up chest before spewing threats down at you.

“If you want Nico Robin, you’ll have to fight through all five of our agents.”

“Duh,” Luffy said, and you had to turn around, chewing on your lip to fight your laughter this time.

I’m going insane.

Zoro touched your shoulder, pulling his fingers away with blood from that fresh scrape.

You tried to listen as the group kept talking to that idiot, but Zoro’s worried look distracted you, his eyes and gentle fingers roaming over your banged up body.

“I’m okay,” you whispered as he kissed your forehead.

We don’t have time for this.

“This might be the key to Nico Robin’s sea prism stone handcuffs,” the ceiling creep teased as he held an ornate key up into the light.

“Sea prism stone,” Franky questioned.

“It’s a stone that nullifies devil fruit powers,” Nami explained. “It’s like she’s trapped in sea water.”

Ice filled your gut at the thought of your powerful Robin, so helpless with these monsters.

“So be my guest. Go try to save her if you think you can. But without the right key, she’ll be trapped in those cuffs for the rest of her life. Mine might be the right key, but you’ll have to fight all the other agents for their keys just to be sure–”

Luffy’s fist was there, smashing into the stone, dust falling from the ceiling.

“Damn,” he complained, as the man had escaped at the last second. “I guess all the CP9 guys can use that move.”

“So we’ve gotta beat every CP9 agent, and get all their keys before we can grab Robin,” Zoro asked, frustration in every word.

“What a stupid way to keep us busy,” Sanji grumbled. “While we’re wasting time on this key hunting game, the chief is going to escape with Robin.”

The zipper man was kicking through the air, floating somehow as he continued to taunt you.

“Our first priority is Robin. Let’s ignore that weirdo, and get her first.”

You nodded at Nami’s words, the group already moving toward the stairs.

He tsked at you all, dangling the key out before him.

“If you do that, you’ll leave me no choice. I’ll toss this key into the ocean. We’re kind enough to give you a sporting chance. See ya!”

He buzzed off through the air, as if the balloon just released its air, quickly flying away.

Zoro grabbed onto Luffy before he could follow, trying to wrangle Luffy into deciding on a plan before splitting up.

We’re splitting up.

“He said there’s 5 agents with keys, we need to spread out. Let’s take them down, then meet up.”

Sanji’s voice was strong, reassuring, especially when his warm hand found yours.

Zoro gripped Luffy’s shoulders, tilting his head down to look in his captain's eyes.

“That pigeon guy, Lucci, is with Robin. You take care of him, and we’ll meet you up there.

“If they drag her across those gates, we’ll never get her back! It’s a race against time!”

Usopp’s Sniper King voice had practically echoed, and it rallied the group.

“We’ll take ‘em down, or we’ll die trying.”

Zoro’s eyes fell on yours as he made that vow. You nodded with him, and felt that nothing in this moment mattered except for those words.

The Straw Hats would save Robin. Or you’d all die here. No going back.

Fire burned through you as you charged toward the stairs with your friends, your family.

Sanji still held your hand, but you pulled it away.

“Angel, let’s–”

“I’ll go with Chopper,” you said, waving your friend down.

“No, we can–”

“No, Sanji. I need you to fight. I need you to save Robin. I won’t be a distraction for you.”

You turned, jogging toward Chopper to get away from Sanji’s pleading eyes. He caught you, pulling you to him in a desperate kiss. It lasted just a moment, but the heat of it was in your throat, and you shook your head to fight the tears.

“We’ll get her back, Angel. I promise.”

You gave him the best smile you could, shaky breath leaving faster as you watched the group dispersing.

You turned so you wouldn’t have to watch your boys running away from you. Chopper was waiting, and he patted your back with his big human form hand before running up the stairs.

“This way?”

More fucking stairs.

If CP9 didn’t kill you, it felt like a heart attack just might.

But adrenaline was doing its thing as you and Chopper made your way room by empty room. The floor you’d chosen seemed to be a bust.

Heading back for the stairs, you stumbled into each other as the building rumbled, something crashing up above.

“What do you think that is,” Chopper asked, eyes wide.

“Hopefully it's our friends kicking someone’s ass,” you replied, trying to sound more confident than you were.

“Right!”

More stairs, more empty rooms, and so on.

Until more crashes and yells filled the hall. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you saw when you looked through the noisy door.

It was a large room, with high ceilings, making the cacophony of noises bounce off the walls.

Zoro and Usopp were together. They were running side by side, yelling and looking back toward…

A humanoid wolf, and a fucking giraffe? With a baseball cap?

Did I accidentally dose myself with Daydream?

Your worry was cut short when they caught sight of the both of you in the doorway. Zoro and Usopp started screaming for you, waving their arms in the air.

Chopper raised his hand in the air, laughing, and you touched his arm to pull it down.

“We’re handcuffed together,” Zoro yelled, waving the hand that was stuck to Usopp.

“Get key number two, or we’re gonna die!”

Usopp’s wails died down as they continued to run from what had to be devil fruit users.

Giraffe’s aren’t supposed to look like that…

“But we can help–”

“No,” Zoro shouted, cutting Chopper off. “We can’t fight ‘til you get the key, and if they take you down, we’re screwed. Somebody else has to have key number two, just find it!”

You’d never heard that level of frustration in Zoro’s voice before.

“Got it,” you agreed, dragging Chopper from the room.

More stairs, more rooms, until you heard voices. Nami’s voice.

Nami’s scream!

Skidding around a corner, you raised your tonfa, but couldn’t tell where to shoot. There was a swirling mass of what looked like pink hair. Nami was held up in the air, twisted and writhing in it.

You charged forward, but Chopper was faster.

“Cloven Roseo!”

He leapt through the air, his hoof smacking into the face of a huge man, his pink hair swirling aside as blood shot out of his mouth.

Nami crumpled to the ground, coughing as you helped her to her feet.

Chopper rushed to her, looking her over.

“Are you okay Nami?”

“I’m okay. Thank you for saving me.”

“How was he attacking you,” you asked, leaning to look where the man had fallen across the room. “Was that his hair?”

“Could be a devil fruit,” Nami rushed, picking up her Clima-Tact. “Don’t know, don’t care. Once he grabs you, you’re done for. Come on, this is our chance to get away. The less we see of that guy, the better.”

You grabbed her elbow as she moved toward the hall.

“We can’t, we need to get his key,” you reminded her, Zoro’s demand ringing through your head.

“Oh, you mean this little thing?”

Nami’s smirk as she held up the key made you love her even more.

“Stealing the key was the easy part,” she bragged, leading the way out of the room. “I just couldn’t deal with that guy’s hair.”

“What number is it,” Chopper asked, his hooves tapping a frantic beat as he ran in his reindeer form.

“Uh, three,” she said, squinting at it while she ran.

“Damn,” you cursed, picturing Zoro and Usopp running from those beasts. “It’s the wrong one.”

“What do you me–”

Nami’s voice cut off, just as the three of you skidded to a stop. You’d reached the massive tower room of seemingly endless staircases climbing toward the sky.

From floors above, something fell hard, crashing onto the stone at your feet.

Covering your eyes from the dust, you leaned forward at whatever it was that had fallen.

“This place is falling apart,” Nami complained, coughing.

Chopper was closest, and let out a horrified gasp, his eyes wide as he shook his head slowly.

“What is it…” you trailed off, mind unable to process what you were seeing.

“Is it a doll?”

You wished that Nami’s question had been true, but then Chopper said the words you didn’t want to believe.

“No. It’s Sanji!”

Disgust and horror almost spilled out your throat in noxious bile. You stumbled, falling to your knees beside this figure that couldn’t be your Sanji. It couldn’t be.

It looked like a poorly drawn picture of him, his hair, his suit, his blood pouring down his face. But it was deformed, almost balloon like, completely smooth and shining in the light.

You were frozen, staring down at him with your mouth opening and closing uselessly. Your hands were just above his chest, but you couldn’t touch him. It can't be him!

Nami and Chopper joined you, yelling for him. Chopper pushed against his chest, and you sobbed as this unreal figure moved, turning its head to cough blood beside you.

“N-No, Sanji? Fuck, baby, is that you?”

Nami and Chopper joined you in your cries for him, and you sat back on your heels as he rolled on his side, pitifully failing to lift himself up with his stretched and wobbling limbs.

“I’m sorry… I lost,” he choked out, every word sounding painful as blood kept dribbling from his lips.

“I couldn’t get the k-key.”

“Hold on, okay,” Chopper comforted him, looking over Sanji’s body as if there was something he could do to help.

You were too stunned, still scared to touch him, when Nami’s sharp voice cut through.

“Hey, Sanji,” she started, standing with her weapon gripped in her hands. You followed her gaze up floors of stairs. Your blood ran cold at the sight of Kalifa, the blonde CP9 agent smiling down at you all.

“You really couldn’t win,” Nami continued, her questioning tone forcing denial to build in your stomach, but her words felt too true.

“You really gave it your all? You fought that blonde woman, didn’t you? I see. You must have gone easy on her.”

“Sanji, please,” you denied, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get the key,” he choked out.

“Forget the key,” Nami yelled, anger flinging toward the man at her feet. “This fight is a matter of life and death. You can’t stick to your stupid code of honor, okay? Is chivalry really worth dying for? People are counting on you!”

Your mouth opened and closed again, but nothing came out. Part of you wanted to defend him, and part of you wanted to slap him for not giving his all for Robin, for everyone, for himself.

But mainly you just wanted to fall onto him and cry, to find some way to fix him.

“I don’t want this,” he coughed again, voice so weak, it hurt. “I don’t want to die. But I was raised to never hit a lady, no matter what. So even at a time like this, even if it kills me, I won’t kick a woman.”

“I see... That’s stupid,” Nami judged, voice deadly calm. Then she hit him on the head with her Clima-Tact, and you choked out a surprised laugh as Chopper yelled at her for hitting him while he’s wounded.

“Is running away against your code of honor too? Because that’s not worth dying over either. Nobody wants to see you throw your life away in vain. Leave that woman to me. You try to get better.” She looked back down at him with a soft smile. “And by the way, even if it’s dumb, I do like that chivalry of yours.”

You looked down at him, and shook your head, disagreeing.

“I don’t think I like it anymore.”

He tilted toward you, voice soft.

“What was that, Angel? Did you say you love me?”

Before you could kiss him, or wring his neck, Nami cleared her throat. You turned to her as she stared up at the woman that had done this to Sanji.

“For the record, I won't play nice,” Nami threatened, confidence radiating from her as she smiled.

“Neither will I. We’ll get along fine.”

“Nami, hold on,” you called, rushing to her side.

“We’re running out of time, Y/N,” she reminded you, holding her palm out to stop your movement. “You guys go get more keys. I’ll be okay, noodle arms.”

You huffed a laugh as she frowned at Sanji.

“Well, I guess he’s noodle arms now.”

You gripped her in a quick hug, hating letting her go. Your mouth was dry as you watched her run up the stairs.

“Hold it! I won’t let you get away!”

You swiveled around, blocking Sanji from the new voice.

“Don’t worry, Nami. We’ve got this one,” Chopper shouted, facing off with the large man from before, that mass of pink hair swirling around him as he brandished a staff.

Readying your tonfa, your heart raced through you. You wanted to run up and help Chopper, but you were terrified of leaving Sanji’s limp body exposed for attacks.

I never thought I’d be the one worried about protecting my partners in battle.

Gritting your teeth, you watched Chopper land a powerful hit with two hooves, preventing the agent from getting past him to chase after Nami.

Pride filled you as Chopper stood strong, staring the man down.

“That’s right, now you’ll be fighting me. Bring it!”

Chopper using his rumble balls was always a sight to behold, and you hoped that it would be enough. You felt your hands shaking as you held your weapons, wondering if you could use the darts without risking Chopper.

The agent landed some heavy hits on your friend, and you itched to move in, but felt trapped in place.

“Angel, go. I’ll be fi–”

“No,” you cut him off, not taking your eyes off the fight as they slammed each other into the wall.

“Please, mon coeur, I look dead already. No one will care about me. I just need to rest. The crew needs you.”

Chewing your lip, you hated that those words you’d wanted to be true for so long came at the cost of all this danger and pain.

You looked away from the fight just long enough to touch his face, your skin crawling at the sickly smooth feel of his.

“I love you. I’ll be back.”

“Love you, Angel,” he coughed, what looked like a smile pulling weakly at his lips. “I know you will.”

Running toward the fight, Chopper caught your eyes for a moment and shouted.

“Two minutes!”

Two minutes? Two minutes…

The rumble ball!

“Got it,” you yelled, calling out your poison thorns.

Two minutes left for Chopper’s rumble ball. You had no idea if you could defeat this CP9 agent in two minutes.

But I’ll do whatever it takes. My crew needs me.

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a/n: Oh our sweet, pathetic Sanji 🤦🏼‍♀️

Part 26

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a-gal-with-taste · 2 years

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Ride (NSFW)

Summary: Silco asks, and who are you to deny him the ride of a lifetime? You're sure to enjoy yourself as well.

Warnings: NSFW|MDNI. Late Sinday. Established-relationship, feral Zaunite revolutionaries, teasing, banter, face-sitting, oral (F receiving)

Your hands curled tighter with his own, fingers interlocked while your thumb strokes along his hand. "You're sure?"

Green-blue eyes roll upwards, but the smirk on his face remains, even with his dry tone, "Wouldn't have asked if I wasn't, sweetheart. Didn't think this would be something you have second-thoughts on," Silco's eyes return to your face, both going hooded as he murmurs heatedly with a devious grin playing at his lips, "Wouldn't be the most terrible way to go. Certainly better than an Enforcer boot or bullet... my own glimpse of heaven, before I die and go to hell-"

"Oh, shut up," You scoff, releasing one hand to glide it up towards his hair, laying loose on the pillow he's propped his head on. A hum rumbles from his chest where you sit (pleasant in more ways than one) but you find more joy in watching those pale greens flutter at the feel of your nails gliding and scratching lightly at the young man's scalp. "Or I might just let you suffocate."

It was meant to be a tease, but Silco opens his eyes, and looks hungry. "Promise?"

It's enough to make your breath catch, and that's enough to make his grin grow while his hand raises. A firm smack to the meat of your thigh has you jerking, and a quick release on his hair before you brace on the headboard.

The shit-eating grin on his face from the faint handprint he'd left on your thigh, fades into a fully-focused honing of his gaze as you wiggle your way up, knees soon braced on either shoulder. "If this does end up killing you," You point out, pausing to reach down and brush the long dark hairs out of his face, earning a hum of acknowledgment but, much to your blushing chagrin, his eyes stayed on your already glistening slit not inches from his face. "- then you're not allowed to haunt me for it."

"I would never. I'll be far busy telling my fellow deceased all about the wonderful last ride I had."

Grinning toothily, Silco looks back up at your eyes while his hand come up to cup your ass. Ignoring your squeak of surprise at a harsh squeeze, he raises a dark brow pointedly while you give him the extra second to take a breath, before easing yourself up, forward, and than down-

"Oh."

Oh, indeed.

It's very much not the first time Silco's tongue has curled into your folds so immediately, but it's one of the firsts that has you almost releasing the headboard at the sensation alone. Nails dig into the soft flesh of your ass as a low groan ripples through you, as his tongue slowly swipes and probes at your heated flesh, making a collection of the dripping fluids already gathering there.

"Fuck." You breathe out hoarsely as the bastard purposefully shifts his head between your already shaking thighs, his long, evilly-arched nose perfect to torment your clit with slow grinds as he flattens his tongue against your entrance.

And stills.

Stops entirely, and besides the tightening of the grip on your rump - no doubt leaving bruises - Silco grows so frozen, that after the initial frustration and burst of indignation at his halt, you grow worried.

Shit, did you suffocate him? You reach down with one hand, digits still trembling as it bunches loosely in the long-dark head of hair between your legs, but it's intercepted by his hand reaching up to grasp yours, giving it a squeeze. One that still proves he's still among the living, and as per earlier discussion, it was still all-green.

Relieved, you glance down with a sigh, catching his hooded, mirthful and... awaiting gaze? Confusion filled you, when the effort to shift back only succeeded in making his grip on you tighten, and Silco’s expectant brow only raised higher. What did he...?

Then his bright cyan eyes flicked up, pointedly looking unimpressed at the way your hand still holds the headboard.

Oh.

There’s still a slight hesitance as you uncurl your fingers from the anchor keeping you from fully resting atop of his face, but the moment your weight drops, you quickly forget about your earlier concern when Silco’s tongue curls into you, as if in reward.

Another swear as the pure-evil that is his nose grinds lovingly against your clit, and despite working to keep still and simply accept this pleasure, you can’t resist bucking forward when he does it a second time.

Silco doesn’t need to do it a third time.

Perhaps that was his plan all along, to give you only enough that it made you seek for more yourself, and seek, you do.

Hips roll as you sigh and whimper at the waves pleasure that feed into your desire to chase release as you use Silco’s tongue, mouth and nose to achieve it. Your hand squeezes his tightly, where fingers still remained intertwined against the mattress, while your now free-hand comes up to ghost over your chest.

A groan rumbles through your folds as Silco’s name works out of you in a moan, pulled from you as he obscenely slurps at the juices that are all but dripping from you. Panting as you cup yourself, thumb and forefinger teasing at a stiffened nipple, your back arches as you let out a small cry to the ceiling with the feel of his lips encircling around your clit to suck.

It’s in earnest now, that you give into Silco’s earlier request and ride out your pleasure. Panting, moaning and wantonly rolling your hips over his face as your pussy is all but devoured like it’s a delicacy.

The sounds he makes, and the way his death-grip on your ass doesn’t cease for a second in order to keep you more or less in place, it very well could be.

Eyes snap shut with your jaw snapping open at the sudden coming of your orgasm, crashing through your nerves when you feel the chipped edges of his teeth scrapping gently against your clit. It sends you over the edge near instantly, nails biting deep enough into his hand to leave behind cresent-marks from your nails, while you let out near-sobs of Silco's name in jumbled syllables as he suckles your clit through your climax.

You ride in earnest as long as you can stand it, letting the orgasm push and pull through your senses in slowing waves, before you're panting and reaching up to grab the headboard again. Skin already flushed, you feel more than a little mortified and embarrassingly pleased when Silco tries to follow your escape of sensation, tongue broadly collecting the dripping from your slit before you're kneeling too-far above him on shaky knees, causing him to flop his head back onto the pillow beneath him with a sigh.

A loud, panting and wet-sounding sigh, one that nearly make you choke on a laugh. Until you looked down and saw his face.

Blissful, as ridiculous as it was. This man had a blissful expression on his face, half soaked and grinning lips reddened and abused by his ordeal, like he really did find a glimpse of heaven, in the midst of pure sin.

His breath caught, after a moment with your thighs quivering above him, Silco cracks open his eyes, tongue snaking out to catch remnants of you surrounding his mouth and chin. A breath of his name at the sight, almost stunned, but he only smirks wider, tip of his tongue prodding at a canine as he gazes up at you.

And still looking a bit hungry.

"Wouldn't be a problem to ask for another ride... sweetheart?"

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anywaymuahahahaha · 5 months

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Kirby’s Surprise Sleepover Adventure!

Chapter Six: Truth or Dare!

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With the four friends now inside Kirby’s house after their outdoor activities, Magolor took the center of the room. He seemed very eager to begin the game. He clapped his hands with glee and bounced up and down.

“Well, Magolor… Let’s hear all about this exciting game!” Kirby said enthusiastically as he watched him pace about.

“Ooohh, you’ll like this one! It’s a classic.” Magolor was beaming with excitement as he continued to smile and clap.

Bandana Waddle Dee felt himself growing more nervous about this “game” knowing all too well that Magolor could be plotting something devious once again. In spite of everything that happened earlier, he was still in high spirits.

“I’ll explain the rules! It’s quite simple actually.” He began.

“When it is your turn, you will choose one of us to pick ‘truth or dare’. If they choose ‘truth’ well, they’ll have to tell you a secret! Heehee!! But if they choose ‘dare’…” Magolor giggled devilishly.

“Then they’ll have to do whatever you say! If they refuse, well…they lose! Simple as that! Ready to begin?” Magolor cupped his hands together and nodded his head in his trademark fashion.

“Since Kirby is the hosting this fantastic get-together, and it is his house, he’ll go first!”

“Me, really!? I get to go first!?” Kirby marveled, his eyes twinkling like the stars of Dream Land themselves.

“That’s right, Kirby! Go ahead, choose one of us!” Said Magolor as he sat down alongside Bandana Waddle Dee and Elfilin. The three of them, all eager to be chosen by Kirby stood tall in their seats and awaited his decision anxiously.

Kirby looked between his three friends and contemplated the decision. He turned his attention to Bandana Waddle Dee and smiled.

“Let’s see…” Kirby pointed to his quiet, blue scarfed companion.

“Bandana Waddle Dee! I choose you! Truth or dare!”

“Oh, wow, me!?” Bandana Waddle Dee cried out anxiously, perking up at the sound of his name.

“Yeah, you! Truth or dare!”

Bandana Waddle Dee felt slightly caught off guard. He glanced around the room nervously.

“I just pick one?…Oh, geez…Well…”

Truth…or dare? Oh, I definitely don’t want Magolor to hear any of my secrets! …Kirby wouldn’t make me do anything too drastic… I should be safe to pick dare with him, right? …

“Okay, Kirby! I choose…dare!”

Magolor instantly lit up with joy at the sound of those words.

“Good choice, my friend!” He cheered, clapping his hands happily. Bandana Waddle Dee sighed in anticipation of what could happen to him now.

Kirby took a look around his messy house pondering on what he could dare his friend to do. The puffball was deep in thought for several minutes before a big smile grew on his face. Finally, the perfect thought had struck him.

“Hmm… Oh, I know!! Bandana Waddle Dee, I dare you to go find me a piece of cake!” He said while rubbing his round, pink belly.

Magolor seemed disappointed immediately at Kirby’s request while Bandana Waddle Dee appeared to be delighted by the idea.

“That’s it!? All right then! I’m on it, Kirby!” Just as Bandana Waddle Dee got up and prepared to fetch Kirby his dessert, he was stopped by Magolor who used his dimensional vanish to appear in front of him, blocking his way.

“Woah, woah, woah- Wait just a minute. Kirby, this is truth or dare. Remember, he has to do whatever you say!” Magolor shot an intense, almost threatening look to Bandana Waddle Dee.

“Yeah, I know that! I want cake, I’m hungry!” Kirby replied as he continued to rub his once again empty stomach.

“Sure, Kirby. But cake? That’s just too easy. You gotta think bigger than that!” Magolor insisted, his eyes growing wide with excitement.

“Hey! Knock it off, Magolor! Wait your turn!” Bandana Waddle Dee barked angrily at him.

Magolor ignored his remark and continued on.

“Kirby, why settle for a simple piece of cake? How about…”

Magolor giggled and slowly floated towards the center of the room.

“How about…You dare him to… fetch you an exotic dessert from another dimension?” Magolor proposed, his voice growing louder with every word.

“WHAT!? How the heck am I supposed to do that!?” Bandana Waddle Dee shouted in protest.

“It’s quite simple, really. Heehee…”

Magolor raised his hands into the air. The lights in the room began to flicker and the ground trembled underneath them. Above Magolor a small tear started to appear in the air. Kirby, Bandana Waddle Dee and Elfilin watched in shock and confusion as it grew bigger and bigger. It became so big that it caused heavy winds to form, sending what Kirby had around the room flying all over the place. Magolor cackled as the ripple grew bigger and bigger until it finally turned into a dark purple, star shaped black hole. The room began to descend into utter chaos as Kirby, Elfilin and Bandana Waddle Dee all clung on tightly to whatever they could find to protect themselves from being sucked up into it.

“MAGOLOR WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Kirby shouted, but to no avail as the sound of the room being ripped apart by the black hole was overpowering his cries.

Kirby's refrigerator and sofa were sucked up into the unforgiving vortex Magolor created, with even more of his stuff after that. Nothing and no one in the room was safe from the power of this black hole.

As Elfilin stared into the black hole, something about it began to feel familiar. He observed it carefully and finally realized that he had seen it before.

Say…This looks just like that black hole I saw earlier today in the village when I was with Magolor…He… He can summon these things whenever he wants!? Was he the one who did that!? That would mean…-

“MAGOLOR!!!”

Elfilin’s train of thought was interrupted by Kirby’s panicked shouts. Magolor however, couldn’t be happier as he smiled and cackled away like a supervillain amidst this pandemonium that he had caused. He finally took note of Kirby’s distress and gave him a reassuring nod.

“Oh, Kirby, don’t be so dramatic. I know what I’m doing.” He said with a wink.

The black hole sucked away both Bandana Waddle Dee and Magolor’s sleeping bags along with more of Kirby’s things.

“Hey!! My sleeping bag! Kirby, do something! “Bandana Waddle Dee yelled.

He held onto the doorknob of Kirby’s front door tightly but could feel himself slipping. The black hole's power was becoming too much for him to fend off. Magolor then floated over towards Bandana Waddle Dee. Not affected by the black hole’s power at all, he clapped his hands with a cheeky smirk across his face.

“Alright, Bandana Waddle Dee! It’s time to get Kirby that piece of cake!”

Bandana Waddle Dee felt a surge of panic growing inside him.

“What!? Are you CRAZY!? I’m not going in there!” He yelled angrily as he continued to hold on for dear life.

“You have to, it’s the rules!” Magolor snickered.

“No! I’m done playing this stupid game!”

“What? So, you’re gonna give up, just like that?”

Bandana Waddle Dee gulped nervously and stared into the depths of the black hole. He stomach twisted at the thought of getting sucked into it.

“What’s gonna happen if I go in there?”

“Well…There is only one way to find out!”

Magolor quickly dimensional vanished behind Bandana Waddle Dee and with one swift push, sent him flying into the black hole.

“KIRBYYYY!!” He yelled as he spiraled into the dark abyss.

His shouts for help got quieter and quieter as the black hole swallowed him up. After a few seconds the gale force winds came to an end and black hole finally dissipated. What remained inside Kirby’s house afterwards was completely strewn all over the room. Finally able to let go, Elfilin watched as Kirby angrily approached Magolor.

“WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR, MAGOLOR!?WHERE DID BANDANA WADDLE DEE GO?!” He yelled in a panicked frenzy.

“Relax, Kirby. I didn’t send him anywhere dangerous, in fact, I sent him somewhere he would probably enjoy very much! Wouldn’t surprise me if he decided to stay there forever.”

“BRING HIM BACK NOW !!!”

“Kirby, he’s going to need some time to find that precious piece of cake you wanted so badly.”

“NOW!” Kirby shouted furiously.

Magolor scoffed and rolled his eyes. He sighed and floated back up to the center of the room once more.

“Ohhh, fine! But don’t blame me if he comes back empty-handed!”

Magolor once again rose his hands up high in the air and like before, summoned another black hole. But this time, instead of sucking up what remained of Kirby and his home, it spit out everything it had sucked up earlier, from Bandana Waddle Dee’s sleeping bag to Kirby’s furniture and belongings. Finally, out came Bandana Waddle Dee tumbling to the floor. There wasn’t a scratch on him but he seemed to be quite shaken up from the ordeal. Magolor slowly approached him and snickered.

“Well, it looks like you didn’t find that piece of cake after all. Looks like you lose! Hehehehe…”

Bandana Waddle Dee’s face turned bright red. He stood up and angrily stomped over to Kirby and pointed over to Magolor.

“That’s it, Kirby! Now, it’s my turn! I dare you to make Magolor go home!!”

“Hey, that’s not how you play the game!” Magolor yelled, flailing his hands about.

“Either he goes, or I go!! He’s done nothing but pick on me since the moment he got here! I’ve had enough!”

Kirby nodded and turned to Magolor sternly. Elfilin hurried over to Bandana Waddle Dee happy to see his friend was alright.

“Bandana Waddle Dee!” He cheered as the two of them hugged each other tightly. Meanwhile, Kirby still furious over Magolor’s antics once again, shook his head with disdain.

“Magolor… Listen, I’m really sorry, but you’re going to have to go. What you did to Bandana Waddle Dee was too far!”

“Y-You’re kicking me out?!” Magolor’s laughter quickly stopped, and a look of deep concern grew on his face. Elfilin too, glanced over at them, expressing some worry at Kirby’s remarks.

“We tried to give you a chance but if you can’t play nice then you can’t stay.”

“But…But Kirby!… I was just getting him back for what he did to me!” Magolor pleaded as he frantically grabbed Kirby’s arm tightly.

“Getting him back??” Kirby frowned.

“That’s right! Remember earlier? He pushed me into that lake! You should have seen the look in his eye!”

Bandana Waddle Dee scowled with disgust and stormed over to them nearly bursting with rage.

“He started it Kirby, you should have heard the things he said to me!”

Magolor gasped at his words and looked at a Kirby with sad eyes.

“Do you hear this?! He’s berating me once again! He’s so cruel!” Magolor whimpered, desperately clinging to Kirby like he was a lost child.

Elfilin found himself feeling conflicted about all of this. Of course, he cared about Magolor, but he was finally starting to see the other side of him that he had been so ostensibly warned about. The black hole …Magolor had summoned it all along. Could he really be the “liar and a wizard” that Bandana Waddle Dee described him as? As much as Elfilin wanted to have faith, Magolor’s flaws were becoming increasingly evident, and he was starting to see for himself why he seems to clash with a lot of the folks around town. Bandana Waddle Dee in particular. It was rather perplexing to see two of Kirby’s closest friends butt heads so much. He wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do to end this fighting between the two of them. He watched from the side as they continued their dispute.

“Kirby, this hooligan is just trying to get rid of me again! Just ignore him and move on!”

“Magolor, look at what that black hole of yours did to my house!” Kirby pointed towards the tumultuous scene caused by Magolor’s antics.

“It’s gonna take us all night to clean this up! I’m sorry… But you really are going to have to go.”

Magolor tightened his grip on Kirby’s arm and looked up at him with big eyes.

“You know I was just kidding around! That’s what friends do, remember?” Magolor pleaded.

Elfilin watched as Kirby began to escort Magolor out. Bandana Waddle Dee watched from the side with a smirk on his face. Elfilin quickly flew over to him.

“Please don’t let Kirby kick Magolor out!” He whispered loudly.

“Why do you want him here anyway? He’s a bully, Elfilin. Why can’t you see that?”

“…Magolor is my friend! Just like you are, Bandana Waddle Dee! Listen…I know what he did wasn’t very nice, he was just having fun! He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you! Trust me!”

“Fun!? You saw what he did Elfilin! He sent me to Another Dimension!!”

“I…I didn’t know he was capable of doing something like that.” Elfilin couldn’t get the image of Magolor conjuring up the black hole out of his mind.

“Well, he is! You saw it yourself, Elfilin! Now do you believe me?”

“Bandana Waddle Dee…I…I know Magolor seems to be giving you a hard time, but… he mean well! Besides, you heard him, right? He was just playing around!” Elfilin affirmed, hoping to reassure his dejected friend.

Bandana Waddle Dee shook his head and frowned.

“You know, you’re starting to sound just like him…” he mumbled.

Elfilin panicked for a moment as Magolor was nearly out the door at this point. He found himself feeling torn between the two of them but couldn’t bear to make a choice. Whatever Elfilin could do, he had to do it fast before Magolor was sent packing. Knowing what had to be done Elfilin sighed deeply and hoped that it would work.

Oh, Bandana Waddle Dee… please forgive me for this!

“Listen! I…uh, I wasn’t supposed to say anything but…but Magolor…H-He told me that he’s sorry about what he said to you earlier! He feels really bad about the whole thing!” Elfilin went on.

“Magolor is… sorry?” Bandana Waddle Dee remained skeptical but kept listening.

“I-It’s true! Really! He told me himself!…He wanted to tell you but he was…afraid...” Elfilin nodded, knowing that Magolor said no such thing.

“Why would Magolor be afraid of me?”

“Well…because…” Elfilin stammered.

“He just…really wants to be your friend!…He wants all of us to be friends!”

“Did Magolor put you up to this?”

“WHAT!? N-no! I- He told me he was just…waiting for… you know, the right time to say it to you himself! Yeah! H-he said something about… doing that after the game.” Elfilin stuttered.

Bandana Waddle Dee looked curiously at Elfilin. Something didn’t feel quite right about this story.

“…Are you sure, Elfilin?…”

“Of course, I am! I would…never…lie to you…”

Elfilin looked at him with big, endearing eyes hoping he could find it in his heart to forgive Magolor one last time. Bandana Waddle Dee sighed and shook his head.

“Alright then…I guess I believe you… I know you would never lie the way he does.…”

“Elfilin…Please don’t let his bad habits rub off on you. Don’t become like him. A lying, good-for-nothing traitor.”

Those words stabbed Elfilin like a knife. As much as it hurt to tell a lie to his friend Elfilin was willing to take that risk to keep the party going.

“Hehehe…N-No way! You don’t need to worry about me, Bandana Waddle Dee!”

“I’ll tell Kirby Magolor can stay. But I’m doing this for you! Not for him.”

Elfilin smiled and sighed with relief. He wasn’t nearly as good at lying as Magolor was, but his ruse seemed to do the trick.

I…I’ll apologize and tell him the truth after the game!… Maybe this will all blow over and by tonight things will be better than ever! Just try to stay positive Elfilin… It was just a little white lie! Nothing more!

Meanwhile, Magolor was still fighting to keep Kirby from kicking him out. Magolor stood in front of the door blocking Kirby from getting any closer to it as he continued to plea his case. Bandana Waddle Dee hurried over to them.

“Kirby, wait!” He called out.

Both Kirby and Magolor directed their full attention to him.

“I was thinking… Maybe Magolor doesn’t have to go… If he really means he’s sorry then… Maybe he can stay…”

Magolor’s face lit up almost instantly. He was barely able to contain his excitement as he quickly dashed over to Bandana Waddle Dee’s side.

“Of course, I’m sorry! I would never dream of hurting any of my friends!” He said, his hands clasped together tightly. He brushed some dust off of Bandana Waddle Dee.

“I’m all right. It was nothing really, I’m fine.” Bandana Waddle Dee blushed and looked away nervously as Magolor continued to brush excess dust off him.

“Really, I’m fine! You can stop now!” He said, slightly raising his voice.

“I know things got off to a rough start but remember, Elfilin doesn’t get to come here that often, so I want to make sure he has a really good time! Let’s all try to get along! No more black holes and no more arguing okay?”

“Of course, Kirby! You have my word.” Magolor stated with a nod.

“Bandana Waddle Dee, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, Kirby I’m tough, I can handle it. I wasn’t there for very long, anyway.”

“See, Kirby? I told you he’d be just fine! Give your pal some credit! Perhaps I did get a bit carried away and for that, I do apologize. I promise I’ll try to tone things down a bit from here on out.” Magolor smirked. As they prepared to head back, Magolor extended his hand out to Bandana Waddle Dee.

“Nothing good comes of fighting. Let’s start over. Truce?” He said smiling at him from under his hooded scarf.

Bandana Waddle Dee stared at Magolor unsure if he was being sincere or if it was all just an act once again. His kindness towards him never felt genuine but for Elfilin’s sake he needed to give him the benefit of the doubt. They may never be the best of friends, but they can at least be accepting of one another. Bandana Waddle Dee accepted Magolor’s handshake with a reluctant smile.

“Perfect!” Magolor beamed. He clutched Bandana Waddle Dee’s hand and headed back over to the where they started. Magolor clapped with delight as his crazed laughter filled the room.

“Wow!! What an exciting start to the game, huh? How about that? Alright then, Bandana Waddle Dee and Kirby…you both lose!” Magolor proclaimed, snickering.

“What!? We lost!?” They both cried in unison.

“That’s right! Bandana Waddle Dee failed to retrieve a piece of cake and you didn’t send me home as he requested which means you didn’t fulfill the requirements of the dare, therefore… you both lose! Sorry! Rules are rules! Heehee..”

“Well… I guess you’re right Magolor! Those are the rules! Looks like we’re out!” Kirby replied, nodding in agreement. Bandana Waddle Dee exhaled deeply, relieved to be freed from Magolor’s game.

“That’s too bad. Looks like it’s just you and me, Little Dude!” Elfilin perked up as Magolor gave him his full attention.

“Well, go on! It’s your turn!” He said smiling.

With Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee out, he had only Magolor to ask. He grew anxious as he still felt slightly intimidated by him and wasn’t entirely sure if he was capable of challenging Magolor at this kind of game.

“Alright, Magolor…truth or dare!”

“You know what? I think I’ll shake things up a bit! I choose…truth!”

Elfilin was taken aback that Magolor would choose truth over a dare. He assumed Magolor would welcome a challenge. Elfilin realized this was a golden opportunity. A chance to get the answers he’s been seeking since the two of them met today. Elfilin had a torrent of questions swimming in his mind but he knew he had to ask the right one. The perfect question to finally get the truth straight from Magolor himself.

“Alright then, Magolor…Is it true…” Elfilin gulped anxiously, unsure if he was brave enough to ask such a bold question. It was now or never.

“Is it true that… you once betrayed Kirby?”

Everyone went dead silent as if the air were just sucked out of the room. Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee exchanged shocked glances. Magolor’s smile vanished instantly. His ears went limp as he looked down sadly to the floor.

“Well…” He stated with a sigh.

“I suppose no one is safe from their past, are they?”

Kirby gasped and frantically waved his hands in the air.

“Ohhhhh! We really don’t have to talk about that! Elfilin, why don’t you ask him something else?” Kirby asked anxiously.

“It’s alright, Kirby. He deserves to know the truth…It’s not like I could keep it a secret forever…” Magolor stated calmly in contrast to Kirby’s panic.

“Are you sure you want to talk about…that?”

“In fact, I’d be happy to tell the Little Dude all about it.” Magolor slowly floated up overhead everyone. Elfilin watched with intrigue.

“So…You want to know what really happened, huh? Fine. Let me explain everything…”

Magolor turned his back to them and looked out the window into the sky. He caught a glimpse of a shining star’s light from the distance and smiled.

“You see, Little Dude. Much like yourself, I too, come from a distant planet, all the way from another dimension. It’s super far away. Have you ever heard of a place called Halcandra?”

“Halcandra?”

“That’s right! Halcandra was my home for a long time. A…really long time.” Magolor mumbled. He turned back around and began to pace about the room.

“Halcandra was…well, it was kind of like your home, Little Dude. Abandoned… Forgotten… It was once a thriving community full of brilliant minds and advanced technology unlike anything you’ve ever seen! …But that was a long time ago. These days, everything and everyone was gone. Well, everyone except me, that is.”

Elfilin leaned in closer with big, open ears and continued to listen as he found himself already captivated by Magolor’s words.

“It was just me, all by myself on that big, empty planet. I didn’t have any friends of my own… The days were long. It was lonely and also got pretty boring. What’s a guy to do with all that time?…”

Bandana Waddle Dee sunk his head down low.

Enough with the sob story, just get to the part where you ruined everything!!

“One day I stumbled upon this amazing place! It was a little old and worn down of course, but inside were hundreds, even thousands of books as far as the eye could see. From that day on, I spent most of my time reading every single book I could get my hands on.”

“Wow! What kind of books did they have on Halcandra?” Elfilin asked.

“Everything! I read books that told stories of adventure, friendship, tragedy…even romance.” Magolor said slightly blushing.

“I learned a lot about the universe! I learned about ancient civilizations, cutting edge technologies and powerful, cosmic beings from across the galaxies… There was a whole Universe out there just waiting to be explored. I couldn’t sit idly by any longer. Somehow, I was going to get off that wretched wasteland of a planet and see what the Universe had to offer! I…I read about a mysterious possibly even sentient ship somewhere on the planet…And by some stroke of luck, I found it! It was completely destroyed. You couldn’t even open the doors. It took a little while but with the knowledge I gained from my studies, I was able to repair it back to flying shape!”

“Wow, you actually have a real spaceship, that you fixed up all by yourself?” Elfilin said, his eyes shining with wonder.

“I sure do! The Lor Starcutter! I’ll have to Take you for a spin around the universe sometime!” Magolor smiled at Elfilin for a brief moment before his expression grew more somber.

“Well… Around that same time was when I had read about…” Magolor paused for a moment. His voice began to tremble as it became clear that what he was about to discuss was going to be difficult for him.

“Something so evil…I-I won’t even speak its name. This thing… this… horrible thing… It was rumored that anyone who took control of it could obtain… limitless power. After being alone for as long as I was… It was hard to resist the temptation. I had to see it for myself…” Magolor’s quiet voice grew more solemn as he went on.

"So, I took my newly repaired Starcutter to the rumored location. It took quite a bit of searching, but I found it! Unfortunately for me, it was being protected by a vicious Dragon named Landia. I foolishly attempted to take it from them myself and…failed. I narrowly escaped with my life. That's when I remembered..."

Magolor turned to Kirby with his signature smile. That familiar warm, friendliness that was always in his voice had returned.

“During my travels, I heard many stories about the legendary Kirby of the Stars! The hungry hero of Popstar who is always willing to help out a stranger in need. With that in mind, I made a last-ditch effort by fleeing to Planet Popstar in hopes of finding this Kirby to help me with my efforts. It took everything the Lor had but we made it to Popstar… Not in one piece of course! Thanks to my…crash landing it didn’t take Kirby long at all to find me! And the rumors were true! You truly lived up to your reputation! Heehee! Kirby agreed to help me, a complete stranger. No questions asked! It was almost too good to be true. With the help of Kirby and his friends, the Lor was fixed once again. When we all first met I promised them a trip to Halcandra once the Lor was repaired. I kept my word and took them there. But… not for a fun trip to see my home like I led them to believe. No… Once we arrived, I convinced Kirby that the Dragon guarding that horrible thing stole it from me. Kirby bravely took on the challenge and as expected, took them down with ease.” Magolor nodded, pondering the memory. As he loomed above the three of his friends, cast in a dark, almost ominous shadow. The warmth left his voice almost as quickly as it came back.

“And there it was. Limitless power. Right at my grasp. At that moment… Everything I had ever cared about before didn’t matter anymore. All I cared about was the power…that damn power. Nothing else mattered. I had become obsessed with the idea of being some kind of all-powerful being just like the ones I read about in all those stories. I lost all sight of who I was. That thing indeed gave me the power I craved, yes. But at a heavy, heavy cost. I became shrouded by the darkness of my own heart. I turned into someone I didn’t recognize. That thing, when it takes control of you, it warps your mind. No longer was I that wide eyed wanderer from Halcandra who craved knowledge and companionship. I became… a lying, backstabbing, traitor. Nothing more than a monster who betrayed the kindness of his friends. After I tricked Kirby into helping me achieve my ultimate goal… I abandoned them and set my sights for Planet Popstar to begin my conquest as Overlord of the Universe.”

“You wanted to be an Overlord!?” Elfilin exclaimed in complete shock.

“Sounds silly, doesn’t it? When I finally had all that power… I thought I would be the one calling the shots, but I was wrong. I was under its control all along. I wanted that power so badly that I was prepared to destroy anything or anyone who dared to stand in my way. Even Kirby.”

“You…fought Kirby. Do you… remember it?” Elfilin asked.

“Oh, of course I do! He was quite the formidable foe…heehee! Like a fool, I thought I stood a chance against him in battle. Even with all that power it still wasn’t enough to come out on top. Perhaps my own stupidity was to blame, I mean, who would be foolish enough to believe they could defeat the great Kirby of the Stars?…” Magolor laughed a little then sighed deeply.

“That day is hard to forget, but… There is one instance from our encounter that…I don’t remember at all…”

Magolor took a moment to look around the room and noticed that a lone red apple from earlier was still on the ground nearby. He slowly floated over and picked it up. He held it in his hands and observed it closely, his eyes growing increasingly more sad as he kept staring at it.

“At some point during the battle things took a…drastic turn for the worse.” Magolor continued, clutching the apple tightly.

“I had come to realize that this power… It wasn’t what I wanted anymore. I just… wasn’t ready for it. But it was too late. That power…that darkness… It…It consumed me completely. The Magolor that Kirby had come to know…was gone. What remained was just…a sad…hollow shell of what I once was, leaving my soul trapped inside with nothing to do but cry for help and hope someone would hear me.”

Elfilin continued to listen with tears in his eyes. Both Kirby and even Bandana Waddle Dee were taken in by his words.

“Whether my cries for help were heard or not, I may never know. The whole thing’s kind of a blur. All I know is when Kirby defeated that thing… That…monster I became… He freed me.”

Magolor returned to Elfilin’s side. He sat down keeping his head low.

“So…to answer your question… Yes. I did once betray Kirby. I’m not proud of what I did. In fact, it’s my life’s deepest regret. Truth be told, after Kirby defeated me, I lost all that power and then some! Heehee… I even endured a perilous journey of my own to make it back here! But…that’s a story for another day!”

Elfilin stared sadly to the ground. He looked over to Magolor and was amazed to see the smile on his face and the happiness in his eyes.

“Don’t be sad for me Little Dude! I was very lucky to have Kirby there to help save me from the tragic fate I almost found myself in. Thank you, Kirby.”

Kirby nodded to Magolor and smiled.

“They don’t call me a hero for nothing!” Kirby said confidently.

“Well, Little Dude. There you have it. My truth! Just as you requested.” He stated with a single nod.

“Magolor… I-I had no idea.” He began, his voice wavering still in awe from his tale.

“That must have been so scary. To feel so alone. To be used for something like power…”

Elfilin could relate to Magolor’s situation but found it difficult to find the right words to say. He may not have succumbed to the temptations that Magolor did, but he knew all too well what it was like to feel lost, alone, and used.

“Wow, Magolor, I’ve never heard you open up like that before!” Kirby said.

“Well, I'm simply following the rules of the game! I’d hate to end up in the loser's circle with you two! Heehee! Speaking of such, I do believe it’s my turn now!” He snickered and turned around the face the only one left, Elfilin. He smiled and pointed his finger towards his big eared friend.

“Looks like I choose you, Little Dude! Truth or dare!” He said nearly bursting with excitement.

Elfilin felt like bubbles were popping in his stomach. He sat up tall in attempts to play it cool even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest.

What do I pick?? Truth? Or dare? Ohhh! Why is this such a hard choice?

Elfilin was well aware that his truth would pale in comparison to Magolor's. There’s no way anything he could say would top Magolor’s harrowing tale. But on the other hand, this could be Elfilin’s chance to show Magolor what he’s made of! What’s the worst he could dare him to do? No matter what, he was ready to take on the challenge and do whatever it took to impress his new friend.

“I choose… dare!!” Elfilin exclaimed.

Bandana Waddle Dee and Kirby both gasped.

Oh no, Elfilin… What have you done? …

Magolor clapped with delight.

“I was hoping you would say that! You never cease to amaze me, Little Dude!”

Magolor squinted and looked around the room. He hummed to himself while holding his hand to his chin.

“I dare you…”

He paced around the room examining things as he pondered the question.

Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee stood by cautiously watching..

“Kirby… I have a bad feeling about this...” he whispered.

Magolor drifted across the room and peered through a window. He looked outside to see the Green Greens of Dream Land. It was a beautiful sight. Past the trees and the fields was a hillside crowned with a stately Castle standing high above everything else. Magolor turned around with a devious smirk on his face.

“I dare you…to break into Castle Dedede in the middle of the night… Sneak into the King’s room and…steal the hat he’s wearing right off his head!”

“WHAT!?!” Both Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee exclaimed in tandem.

“There’s no way Elfilin can do something like that!!” Kirby shouted. “Are you trying to get him kicked out of Dream Land for good?”

“What? You don’t think he can do it?” Magolor retorted impetuously.

“No! I mean, it’s not that! It’s just… That’s a little extreme, don’t you think? Breaking into Castle Dedede?! That’s just asking for trouble. Isn’t there something… smaller he can do?!” Kirby pleaded.

“Thinking small is so boring, Kirby! We have to show Elfilin what it truly means to have fun here on Planet Popstar!”

Kirby shook his head with umbrage at Magolor’s remarks.

“It’s just too risky! Elfilin didn’t come all the way here for-“

“I’ll do it.” a small voice chimed in.

“What!?” Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee looked at Elfilin with shock while Magolor face lit up with joy.

“That’s right… I’ll do it! Yeah!! I’ll steal that hat!” Elfilin proclaimed confidently.

“All right! That’s the spirit, Little Dude!” Magolor cheered.

“Elfilin, you want to do it!?” Kirby exclaimed with dismay.

“Well, sure! He dared me to do it!” Elfilin chuckled. “Those are the rules, right?” He smiled towards Magolor.

“That’s right!” He replied cheerfully as he clapped his hands. “I just knew you had it in you! Heehee!”

“We can’t just break into the castle! Do you have any idea what King Dedede will do to us if he catches us sneaking into his room?” Kirby protested.

Magolor placed his hand to his chin with a curious glance.

“Kirby, I was under the impression that you and the King were good friends. Didn’t you invite him to this party? Why isn’t he here?”

“Well…He’s probably… just busy, he is the King after all.” Kirby muttered, looking down sadly.

"How could anyone be too busy for the great Kirby of the Stars? After all you’ve done for him!” Magolor ranted furiously. “We need to teach that ungrateful fool a lesson.”

“What if Elfilin gets caught? Then what are we going to do?”

“What’s the worst that big oaf could do? He’s nothing but a lazy glutton. I’d be surprised if he even noticed him at all.” Magolor said as he nodded to Elfilin. They both looked to Kirby with big pleading eyes.

“Come on, Kirby! I can handle it! Remember everything we went through back home? This is nothing compared to that!” Elfilin exclaimed.

“Elfilin, this isn’t like that at all. You could get in a lot of trouble. Do you really want to go through with it?”

“Yeah, Kirby, I’m sure!” Elfilin declared. “I’m ready to win this game!”

“If you’re going to do this… Magolor!” Kirby turned to face the mischievous mage. “You’re going with him!”

“Oh, I’d be happy to tag along! In fact, why don’t we all go?!” Magolor sneered as he wrapped his arms around his circle of friends. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?!”

“No way! Count me out!” Exclaimed Bandana Waddle Dee exclaimed as he shoved himself free. “I want nothing to do with this!”

“Come on, Bandana Waddle Dee! It will be fun! Please come with us!” Elfilin gazed at him with the biggest, saddest eyes he could conjure up.

Bandana Waddle Dee begrudgingly yielded to Elfilin’s puppy dog stare.

“Oh, alright, I’ll go!” He cried reluctantly.

“Woohoo!” Elfilin cried out joyously as he spun around.

“Wow, are we really gonna do this? Steal the King’s hat?” Bandana Waddle Dee asked, his voice trembling as he sought consolation from Kirby.

“We’ll have to be careful and quiet!” Kirby began. “The last thing I want is for Elfilin to get caught up in even more trouble here in Dream Land!” He said eying Magolor with censure.

“Of course, Kirby! It’s all in good fun! In fact, I think the King will get a good laugh from it!”

“If we’re gonna do this you’ll need to help Elfilin come up with a plan!” Kirby stated adamantly.

“The night is still young, Kirby! We have plenty of time to prepare!” Magolor nodded in response.

“Elfilin, I sure hope you know what you’re getting yourself into…” Bandana Waddle Dee mumbled quietly.

Elfilin peered out the window, his sight drawn to the great castle in the distance. The place he would prove to Magolor what he was capable of.

“Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll get that hat, and no one will stop us!” Elfilin declared confidently. Magolor came to his side and placed a hand around him.

“That’s the spirit, Little Dude! We’ll need to plan a strategy-“

“Wait” Kirby exclaimed abruptly.” Before we get into all of that…Can we please clean up this mess first!?” Kirby said amidst the cluttered state of disarray that his home had become during their game. Books, food and so much more was scattered throughout the floor of his home.

“Of course, Kirby! Don’t even lift a finger!” Magolor turned his attention to Bandana Waddle Dee and smirked.

“Bandana Waddle Dee and I will clean up this unsightly clutter.You just sit back and relax.”

Magolor began to clean the room right away. He appeared happy to do any task for Kirby no matter how menial. Bandana Waddle Dee promptly joined him almost as if he was racing him to pick up more stuff quickly.

“I don’t mind helping you clean up, Kirby! Leave it to me!” He grabbed a broom and began sweeping. Bandana Waddle Dee was also always more than willing to help his friends, even if it meant cleaning up messes that weren’t his fault….

“Wow, really?! Thanks!” Kirby cheered. He took a seat on the floor and chomped down on one of the many apples still strewn about the room.

“We’ll have this place spotless in no time.” Magolor assured as he and Bandana Waddle Dee continued tidying up the room and returning Kirby’s belongings back where to their rightful place.

Elfilin continued to stare out the window as the two of them cleaned up. He felt nervous about what could happen, but he was determined to win the game and prove himself to his friends. He knew it would be risky, but if it meant he could prove to everyone that he had what it takes to beat Magolor’s game maybe the risks didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was make his friends proud.

“Watch out, Castle Dedede...” He said confidently. “Here I come!”

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gritsandbrits · 4 months

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Ranking ten Thomas the Tank Engine designs 🚂

Bear with me I'm not super deep into Thomas Lore like that so I'm only doing the shows and books. These are 5000% my opinions so if you like them - great! I'd like to start the new year on a positive note. Also it's Thomas Day too, talk about Two for One! Heh. Now let's get into my top ten as that is the limit the app allows.

First on my list is the version that started it all - good ol' classic Thomas! With six small wheels and a short stumpy funnel, you can't deny this is one of the most iconic designs ever put to screen. What makes this design great is the use of real materials like plasticine and metal. It makes him feel that much more real. Like he's more than just a toy he's a working engine. 9/10

This halfway design from season 12. When I saw this for thr first time as a kid it threw me off. I was so used to static faces, seeing them move their mouths all of a sudden was jarring to say the least. Not to mention the PHYSICAL model makes it even more uncanny. Over time I got used to it. Still it was just weird change. 5/10

Now I'm counting all the CGI since it's all one big era (yes even BWBA). I think it's a great update on an already classic design, with none of the physical limitations. The bouncing did come off random though, and sometimes the CGI lacks the charm that makes the traditional model endearing. Overall I give it an 8/10

This artstyle on the Anchor Bay/Gullane media is simple yet it does a good job conveying that 3d low poly look. 6/10j

Now we get to the era succeeding it. This HIT model looks great except the face is sort of uncanny to look like. Like he's celebrating a win after running over a cop. Good job Thomas - cops have no rights. 6/10

Jumping back in time we have the TATMR model. Yes they made new models (well new at the time) to fit the American gauge standards. Don't ask me how that works I have no experience in modelling. But I've always liked his movie design plus I consider his acting to be the definitive voice that I imagine he'd have. 10/10 for devious design and brutal friendliness.

I don't mind the shape or the color, but his face is putting me off. Like I know Thomas is basically a GILF at this point in our time but he's known for his youthfulness. His face makes him looks old. Must be the eyes. 4/10.

Ooooh yall knew this was coming! I'm well aware of how controversial this show is. I have my own gripes but I actually don't hate this design. It follows the basics and it's adorable. But it's attached to a show that ignores almost everything that made the original so appealing. Also a bit of nitpick but since he's already blue, shouldn't his eyes be a different color to stand out? Preferably change it to brown or hazel. I rank it 3/10.

I would get bored when those Learning segments came on, i could tell even as a kid they were a forced attempt to make the show more educational to fit PBS standards. But this model has a certain charm to it that I can't bring myself to hate. Perhaps its the nostalgia talking. 4/10.

I like this depiction of Thomas. Don't know who the artist is but whoever painted it done a great job with his design. He looks so friendly too, and I love how vibrant the colors are. 8.5/10.

That's it! That's all I have for my top ten Thomas designs. Feel free to comment I love to hear YOUR rankings and any thoughts about the franchise in general. Thank you to any and all who supported my blog! Here's to a better new year and hopefully 40 more years of fun - Mattel not included. 💙💙💙

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songnstvrs · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 — 𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐎.

in which heizou shows you around inazuma city on a date, but you end up finding out a peculiar hobby of his you’d never expect.

gn!reader; fluff; slice of life; established relationship; heizou takes you on a ‘date’ appropriate to how it feels scavenging for his ascension mats

“come on, i’ll show you my favorite place to look for them.”

you should have known from the mischievous lilt in his tone and the devious light in his catlike eyes that what your boyfriend had planned was less than innocent. but the gentle and firm way he holds your hand reassures you, and any doubts or reservations you had in mind melted away in heizou’s presence. he continues to lead you down the pink, winding paths of inazuma city, leaving you to guess what he meant by what he said.

unfortunately for you, the farther he leads you, and the further away from the city it is, the less clues you have to derive an answer from. “where are we going?” you ask once again, and with each time, his playful smirk grows a bit wider. not even the cute pout on your face would be enough to get him to crack — where’s the fun in giving away the answer?

his lead ends at the mouth of a cave beneath the city, somewhere close to the tenshukaku, painting the both you a little more suspiciously than you’d have liked in that moment, but heizou remained unfazed, if not completely ignorant to the thought. you can feel his eyes bore into you, analyzing your reaction, but the best you can give him is confusion laced with hesitation.

“still haven’t figured it out?” the amusement in his tone carries a hint of pride, feeling confident that the puzzle he’s spontaneously spurred on you will remain a surprise. the unamused look you reciprocate was enough of an answer for him, and he chuckles, taking a few steps forward to the cave wordlessly asking you to follow him.

hoisting himself up on the ledge, he turns and reaches his hand back down to you. not that you need the help, or that he thinks less of your ability as an adventurer, it was more intimate in his mind to take actions like this a little more personally. and without hesitation, you reach back out to him, taking hold of his hand and giving him your trust, which has his heart flutter in his chest, just a bit.

clearing his throat he steps aside, introducing a clear view of the cave to you. a genuinely breathtaking sight; the muted colors of blue, purple and green. the solitude of the pillars that hold the city up, and the morose remains of boats wrecked upon the shoal. there’s something sublime about the scenery, with an essence of pristine intangibility, as if time stood still, right here and just for you. all the while, heizou’s eyes remain ever fixed on you, drinking in your image as intensely as you do the cove.

“i would have never assumed something like this was below the city…” were the only words you offer, breaking off your own trance, and you turn to heizou. squaring his shoulders, he smiles that flawless grin, “had i known that you’d like this place so much, i would have made this the surprise.” there’s a lighthearted chime in his tone, one that laces amusement and genuine adoration. you give a bashful smile, one he finds suits you quite well, and makes another mental note to store in the compartments of his mind.

“come, it’s this way. my favorite place to look…”

carefully guiding you over the small, lapping waves of the shoal, and through the coarse, rocky terrain of the cove, to the far back is a small little tunnel; the best that you could describe it. your curiosity piques the closer you get, you eagerly peer over both of heizou’s shoulders while following behind him. your eye quickly catches the one thing that stands out among the bioluminescent plantlife and somber atmosphere.

“oh, are those…?” your pace skips a few steps, picking up speed as you pass ahead of heizou, leaving him behind with a gentle, yet knowing, grin. you stand before the damp stone wall, studying an onikabuto by its lonesome, just a few paces away from another just higher up. it doesn’t take long for heizou to catch up, keeping his leisurely pace as he stands beside you. he crosses his arms and gives a soft affirming hum, nodding. “yep. onikabuto.” he allows you a few more moments to study it before he pulls it off the wall, careful of its legs.

“from time to time i’ll wander in here and find a whole bunch of ‘em just crawling around the walls. they’re known to congregate near concentrated amounts of electro energy, yet these guys find homes here, beneath the city.” he gives his lesson passively, more focused on the size and appearance of the onikabuto in his hold, placing it on the back of his hand for a sturdy surface. your expressions pass through phases of confusion, curiosity, amazement, and an abject grimace. a soft chuckle passes through heizou’s chest, and he offers the hand with the beetle to you.

“care to hold him?” he asks, knowing there were plenty more for you to find beside this one, but he has your attention now, and doesn’t want to let it go. you tilt your head forward, saying neither yes or no, but your body language told heizou that you were intrigued. he takes your hand, holding it out beside his own, allowing the onikabuto to languidly stride to your open palm.

“after agreeing to join you on your travels, there were times i’d think ‘i want to take you here’. i’m glad i found the time, just the two of us, to show you.” his words were soft and genuine, and you could feel your heart skip a few beats. “there are plenty more in this area. we can collect a few more, if you’re willing to look with me.” his honeyed tone fills your ears and chest, and you nod, finding gentle space in your bag to fit the onikabuto.

“all of this to show me your secret storage of onikabuto?” you tease, drawing a sharp laugh out of heizou, the amusement and mirth all laced in the sound of it.

“it took you long enough on the uptake, but i will say, you do have an eye for details yet. the next puzzle won’t be so easy to solve, and i might not be so generous.”

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Take One

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Rudy. Mentions of masturbation and use of vibrator.

SUMMARY: Your enemies with Rudy, something you used to be able to handle until a specific scenes leaves you unable to hide your desire and needing to act…

WORD COUNT: 1500

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*I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS INTO A SERIES OF IMAGINES DUE TO THE AMOUNT OF REQUESTS I GET FOR RUDY X ACTRESS READER. THAT WAY IF YOU SEND IN REQUESTS I CAN TRY TO INCORPORATE IT SOMEHOW INSTEAD OF HAVING A SHORT SERIES AND OTHER REQUESTS THAT COULD HAVE FIT NOW BEING SECONDARY. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS FIRST IMAGINE! KEEP IN MIND I AM GOING TO LET THE REQUESTS COME IN FOR A BIT TO SEE IF I CAN PUT MORE THAN ONE TOGETHER OR EVEN USE IT FOR SOMETHING ELSE SO DON'T THINK I AM IGNORING YOUR REQUESTS IF YOU DON'T SEE THEM! XO*

Take One

You hated him for every reason they loved him. Beginning from the sun bleached hair worsened beneath the grueling hours of filming beneath the sun. How you wanted to run your hands through it as it was moving between your thighs. Those blue eyes soft enough to feel safe yet dangerous enough to drown in when darkened by his own lust. How they trained on you through the scenes you filmed together as the lovers you were, a truth that couldn't be more different once the cameras stopped rolling. That devious smile always widening into dimples at your misfortune with lips full and tempting just as they could be quick to cruel remarks on your behalf. Lips you wanted on every inch of your body as he would leave nothing untouched. Not to mention his muscles and the natural way they contracted in every movement, clothes chosen in and out of character only accentuating this, as you were forced to bite your lip. His hands, ringed on occasion with a grip set in faux favor in the roles he played, your eyes wondering how they felt in genuine care around your throat or at your hips. But the true piece-de-resistance was that of the way he said your name. In torment, but also seducing each letter that made up the title. Yes, you hated Rudy Pankow for all the reasons they loved him, but that was because nobody could love him more than you...

And it tormented you through the scenes you were set to play. A ‘pogue’ added in season three that stole his attention, and heart, much as he had done to you behind the screen of a camera. And yet, there were a million and one reasons you two would never work.

For starters, you were ‘too young, too inexperienced, and too 'pure' for him’, words you had overheard him say to Chase when you had gone to his trailer to thank him for such a warm welcome after the first day of shooting. Not to mention the way he berated you on set and pushed scenes too far until you were taken off guard, thrown off kilter, and forced to restart the scene and appear unprofessional. And today would worsen that. A specific scene in which he had fought 'Rafe', leaving him bloodied and sweaty, before you would be rescued. And of all the scenes you had filmed, this one was the most strenuous. But not because you had to film in over a temperature one hundred degrees and climbing or being tossed onto a mat used for stunt doubles to ensure safety. It was because you wouldn't allow him the satisfaction in knowing the way he held you made you desperate for him. So much so that the second the scene officially wrapped, you were in your trailer to silence that need.

But no function on your vibrator seemed high enough for how deep of a need you required a release. You played with angles and your fingers in depth as your mind flashed back to how he felt against you and the words used to tease you. It was enough to feel the beginning of a release as your legs began to tremble, but you would lose it when thinking of something cruel he had spoken afterwards.

Suddenly the vibrator was forced harder against you as your eyes shot open.

"I'm gonna help you come and then you're gonna tell me why you're so fucking uptight around me because then I'll know it won't be because of sex." Your hand quickly wrapped around his wrist, both hands clung in desperation as he would only smirk hovering over you. How he managed to sneak into your trailer without being heard made you frustrated and embarrassed but the pleasure he brought and the heat that existed as an accessory to this was too much to deny.

"I know you're thinking of me, wishing it was me instead...isn't that right, sweetheart?" He set the setting to its highest point, forcing your toes to curl and your legs to tremble as they clamped closed.

"No, I don't think so...I wanna see how desperate you are....Wider-" When you couldn't obey, he would force you to, kicking your legs apart as he used his leg as a stall in the center.

"Look at you...if I would have known this was all it took to make you relaxed-"

"Please!" You pleaded to him, not sure what it was you were asking for. A release? A reprieve? A retraction? Either way he only moved softer, slower, and with a steady pace that made your eyes roll.

"How about I try without the little toy? Earn that little confession you're gonna tell me?" You gasped to the absence of the vibrations but the thrill of his fingers taking their place.

"You need more than that, don't you?" You nodded, eyes targeting his own as he looked down to you with irises now shades darker from desire while he wrapped your hair in one hand and lowered to you.

"Maybe if you were just a bit sweeter to me. Not giving me an attitude for whatever fucking reason makes you act like such a brat...I'd let you come on my tongue because God knows I could do that in seconds...but instead...you're gonna work for me. Gonna make ME come for having to walk in on you getting yourself off to thoughts of me. Without me." He guided you to your knees as your eyes widened to the size threatened by the line of his shorts.

"Don't worry. You don't have to take all of me in your throat." You breathed a sigh of relief as you pulled him freely, a large and already dripping cock now at your disposal. A sudden grip tightening through your hair having forced you to face him however.

"But you WILL take all of me when you make me come inside you." Your mouth parted in shock as he used it to guide himself inside. Perfect lips wrapping around him as you began slowly. The art of fellatio enacted by your lead, focusing on more than his tip or his shaft as you lowered to his balls. One at a time and then between, your tongue luxuriated against him as you felt him flex over you.

"Get on top of me. Right now!" He ordered behind clenched teeth, pulling you into a straddle and sinking you onto his cock lubricated by your expert skill set. As you began a steady pace of bounces and a break of strides and friction allowed by vertical rocks, he took his hand to the back of your neck for stability.

"Good luck explaining why you're unable to walk right when you get back to set." He scoffed, proud of himself for how he left you desperately wrapped around him.

"Fuck!" He belted as you clenched.

"How will YOU?" You rivaled as he smirked, rounding you onto the couch and setting you on your knees, the arm of the furniture being used as your secondary support of his hand at a rest between your neck and your shoulder.

"And how about a red ass?" He questioned with a slap. "Maybe a hickey?" He inquired while lifting your neck beneath his kiss as you were taken to his chest.

"You're already crying from my cock...but I can make you scream for too...then nobody will have to ask-"

"Rudy, I'm so close!"

"Oh, I know..."

He slowed as you fucked harder into him, "You wanna make me come? Go ahead then...make us both come. Use that fucking attitude you've had against me and make. Me. Come." He ordered, his voice breaking in reaching a close climax as his grip to your breast and hip hardened as you bent forward, rushing against him with conviction.

"Rudy!"

"Fuck!" Your name echoed through his moans before you would feel his warmth shoot in broadcast and validation of having pleased him.

"So tell me. Why the hell you've been treating me like shit since we met..." You hesitated while redressing. Unable to meet his eyes for even a second.

"I'll make you come as many times as it takes until you tell me."

"Because of that!" You spoke quickly as he moved to your sex, the ideas of overstimulation having terrified you as you were ready shaking.

"Because I wanted that."

"Well then, I shouldn't have to worry about your attitude again then should I? Not since I know you just needed that and now you know all you have to do is ask for it..." A teasing kiss, never committed, would ghost your lips before he returned to set and you were left shaking in the sudden altering of the relationship.

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your-divine-ribs · 2 months

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Red Part 9

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Y/N is trying so hard to stay away from Van but she can’t avoid him forever… no warnings for this part ❤️

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You can't go on like this... you have to end things with Van...

You repeat the same few lines over and over in your head like a mantra over the following two weeks, almost like it's a sacred incantation that might somehow ward off these feelings that haunt you. It doesn't work though, your heart lurching every time your phone vibrates with a text message. Van's insistent, that's for sure. His texts start out flirty with plenty of innuendoes, but by the third day of you blanking him they take on a more serious tone.

Van: This won't go away just because you're avoiding me. I need to see you.

Van: We need to talk. You can't just keep ignoring me.

Van: I miss you x

The last one just rips into your heart brutally, and from that point on you hit delete quickly every time his name flashes up on your phone screen, trying not to read the contents of the messages. It's safer that way.

Of course ignoring Van doesn't mean that you automatically stop thinking about him though. He lingers there in your mind frustratingly, refusing to budge. He's the first image that pops into your head on waking and the last thought intruding on your mind as you battle with sleep. His whispered seductions in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, the plushness of his lips as they press feverishly against yours... and those eyes... captivating and impossibly blue in the sunlight, drawing you in.

You've stayed away from Larry's ever since the day after the party, feigning a mystery illness, even going as far as insisting that Larry steers clear of your house too in case you infect him. He argues at first, but you insist. After all you are sick. Sick with guilt.

For the first time in all the years that you've been together you find yourself imagining a scenario where you two break up, playing the scene in your head like a movie. Larry shocked and disbelieving, pleading for you to reconsider through his tears. Van there waiting in the wings to move in and claim you, the duplicitous victor who steals you right out of his best friend's arms. No matter which way you play it, the outcome is always the same. Heartbreak for all involved.

You just can't do it.

"You can't still be ill, surely?"

Larry's tone is disbelieving and you're glad that you're on the phone and not face to face where he could see your flushed cheeks and guilt-ridden expression.

"Honestly, I've never felt so bad in all my life. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"But Sophie says she saw you in town yesterday, you were just coming out of that cafe on the High Street. You can't be that bad if you're out and about."

Sophie.

So she's still on the scene. It surprises you and that familiar jealousy comes flooding back, but you remind yourself that you have no business feeling it. If you don't want Van you're going to have to get used to seeing him with other girls. It's actually a good thing.

It doesn't feel good though.

"Errr... well, I guess I am starting to feel a little better." You flounder at being caught out. "I only popped out for a moment."

But Larry doesn't seem concerned that your excuses could be lies, he's got no reason to think that you'd be so devious in trying to avoid him. He just sounds happy, his voice raising up in excitement.

"Ah great, if you're starting to feel better then you'll be okay to come to the gig on Friday night."

"Gig? What gig?"

"You know... the lids are playing the O2 Academy. It's gonna be great. Tickets sold out in about 5 minutes."

"Oh..."

You're struck with anxiety at the thought of seeing Van again, but you know that you can't hide away forever. Sooner or later you're going to have to face him so it might as well be sooner. And he'll be up on stage for most of the night which should make staying out of his way even easier.

"Yeah... yeah. I should be alright. I'll come. Should be a good night."

You try to inject some form of enthusiasm into your voice but it's strained, not that Larry seems to notice. He's off on an excited rant, enthusing about what a good opportunity this is for the band and his best friend. It twists your heart to hear how proud he is of Van, and this just confirms to you that you're making the right decision by ending things.

"Ahh yeah it's gonna be class, and Dan the manager reckons this is just the start of it. He's just in talks with some of the major festivals and there's a good chance they'll be booking loads over the summer. They're really going places, I can feel it. Next year is gonna be immense! And Van's writing some quality tunes at the moment... proper anthems. Hopefully he might play one of the new ones on Friday."

You find yourself zoning out, Larry's words becoming indistinct until you hear something that makes your ears prick up.

"I'm just hoping this gig'll sort him out. Honestly I don't know what's got into him at the moment, he's been moping around with a face like thunder, ignoring Bondy's texts, shutting himself away in his room... he's been a bloody nightmare. Sophie says he's been snapping at her too..."

You close your eyes and screw up your face, your gut twisting as you listen to Larry's account of Van's mysterious uncharacteristic behaviour. What the fuck have you two been playing at? You're not just risking messing up your own lives, but also dragging other people into this whole sordid mess.

You need to rid yourself of this notion that you're somehow falling for Van. It's lust, that's all it is. Plain and simple. And you can soon put a stop to that. You just need to control your urges and see Van for who he really is. It wasn't so long ago that you were disgusted as he paraded a string of lovestruck girls into his bed. He's only on his best behaviour right now because he's on a mission to bed you. And that's never going to happen. Never. Never in a million years. It's over.

Gig nights are always accompanied by a mixture of emotions. Bob and Benji are a bag of nerves even though Benji tries to play it down, a contrast to Bondy's quiet, chilled confidence. Van's always hyper and tonight's no different. He's pacing back and forth in the back room of the venue, practically bouncing off the walls. At least the excitement is overshadowing the awkward moment that you two first clapped eyes on each other. Your train of thought had been utterly derailed and you were rendered speechless as you'd pushed through the door and seen him standing there, your breath catching in your throat as he'd greeted you with a rush of words which sounded very much like relief.

"Y/N! You made it. I really didn't think you'd come but here you are!"

"Here I am," you echo weakly when your power of speech returns, immediately dropping your head down to study the floor to hide your red cheeks. Thankfully everyone's so caught up in the pre-gig excitement that they don't appear to notice Van's eyes lingering on you and your obvious discomfort, but you announce that you're going to the bar nevertheless, keen to be released from Van's stifling gaze.

You turn quickly on your heel, head still down, making for the doorway that you've just come through. Various cries sound out from the lads, placing their orders, but you don't turn around. You just carry on walking, through into the corridor where you stop, taking a deep breath and leaning up against the wall, tipping your head back and closing your eyes.

Fuck... you hadn't been expecting the strength of emotions that had come crashing down on you when you'd seen Van. It had hit you like a ten-tonne truck, a wave of longing and craving and pent-up desire, a rush that made you feel weak, your head still spinning as you curse inwardly, trying to compose yourself.

"Are you okay Y/N?"

The female voice catches you by surprise and your eyes flick open quickly to see Sophie standing there, eyes wide and brimming with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine... good... really good actually. I just felt a little... I don't know... faint I guess. It's so hot in there." You fan yourself with a hand, glad to have an excuse for your scarlet cheeks.

"Larry said you'd not been very well so I thought I'd come and check on you. It's not like any of the lads would think to… am I right?"

She rolls her eyes and grins, linking an arm through yours, friendly and conspiratorial. You smile back, pushing your body off the wall, letting her turn you both in the direction of the venue foyer and bar.

"Yeah, guys are shit like that aren't they? Completely wrapped up in themselves."

"Totally! Oh god, especially Van. Sometimes I wonder whether he notices that I'm even there at all!"

You can't help the satisfaction that floods you at her words and you hate yourself for it, pushing it away and playing the understanding confidante, glancing over at Sophie as you walk along.

"Oh, well that's Van for you, he's so easily distracted. So... are things not... errr... going that well with you two then?"

Sophie lets out an audible sigh as you arrive at the bar, both leaning on it with your elbows. "I don't know. He's so moody at the moment, and it's like his mind's always somewhere else entirely when we're together."

Your mind goes to the frequent text messages you've been receiving. You dig in your bag for your purse, ordering pints for everyone. "You do realise that the band always comes first don't you?"

Sophie shrugs, shaking her head slightly, her glossy brunette locks falling perfectly to frame her face. She really is gorgeous, Van must be crazy.

"I know that... and I mean I know we've not been together long, but sometimes I wonder whether he's just stringing me along. You know, until something better comes along."

"Well I don't know about that..." you begin, but Sophie talks over you, eager to tell you her woes, reaching for the first freshly poured pint.

"I mean you did warn me didn't you? About what Van was like? Maybe I should've listened... but I keep finding myself going back for more. He's just so bloody gorgeous it's like I can't help myself. D'ya know what I mean?"

You almost mumble out an agreement before you stop yourself, dipping your head to take a sip of your own pint instead. Sophie's not waiting for an answer anyway, she's on a roll. And what she says next shocks you.

"It's funny really, I've fancied Van for so long. I tried to catch his eye for ages, turned up to all his gigs, went to all the same parties, then after months he finally noticed me. I thought it was like a dream come true, but now I'm not so sure. I'm beginning to think that maybe Van's not the real catch here... maybe it's your Larry instead!"

You splutter in surprise, nearly spraying her in a mouthful of lager, swallowing it too quickly and making yourself cough. "Larry?" You croak, wiping the drink that's dripping down your chin.

She throws her head back with a hearty laugh, a hand reaching out for your arm. "Oh my god Y/N! You should see your face! Yes Larry... your Larry! There's not many Larry's around here last time I checked!"

You crack an awkward smile, setting your drink back down on the bar. "Yeah, I guess he's a good one."

"The best!" Sophie giggles. "Honestly, he's such a sweetheart. When I got upset over how Van was acting the other day he was so lovely. And he's hilarious too, he had me in stitches telling me stories of what the guys all get up to when they're touring."

Her eyes are all lit up as she speaks and you suppose you should feel threatened that this gorgeous girl's so taken with your boyfriend, but you don't. You just listen on, smiling and sipping your drink as she tells you a story of Larry picking her up from a party when she'd had too much to drink as Van wouldn't answer his phone. You hadn't realised how close they'd become in such a short space of time.

Suddenly she stops mid-sentence, eyes wide and cautious. "Oh bloody hell, listen to me going off on one! I hope I'm not over-stepping the mark. You do know that Larry adores you right? I really don't think that he'd even so much as look at another girl. Ahh shit I feel bad now! Me and my big mouth!"

"No, no it's fine," you assure her. "Larry's one of the good guys, nothing's too much trouble for him. He's like everyone's best mate."

Sophie's wariness evaporates instantly. "Yes! That's just it!"

"Alright ladies?"

You feel an arm on your shoulder as you hear the familiar voice in your ear and you whip your head up to see Larry's wide grin. He's got his other arm curled over Sophie's shoulder and she shrieks excitedly on seeing him.

"Larry! Oh my god, we've literally just been talking about you! Bet your ears were burning!"

"Hope it was all good," he grins, giving you a kiss on the cheek, murmuring a quiet "hiya love".

There's a flurry of greetings and hugs, and again you marvel at how seeing Sophie obviously so close to Larry isn't setting off alarm bells in your head. Maybe it's because you're so secure in the knowledge that he'd never stray. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe the spark really has gone from your relationship, that giddy breathless feeling that Van gives you, so addictive that you're always left craving more.

As Larry picks up the pints that you and Sophie can't manage and you all turn back towards the green room, thoughts are thundering through your head like a hurricane. You know damn well that you'd be foolish to think that the rush of excitement from a new relationship can be sustained, and the comfortable companionship that usually ensues is really the ultimate goal, but you still can't shake that disquieting feeling that your relationship with Larry has run its course.

But this isn't the movies. There won't be some dramatic scene accompanied by emotional turmoil that ends up in life lessons and everyone living happily ever after. The fact remains that not only are you a dishonest cheat, you've done the unthinkable and embarked on a illicit affair with your boyfriend's best friend.

Again the words ring through your head, and a quiet determination blooms inside you.

You can't go on like this... you have to end things with Van...

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minumi-chan · 6 months

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Words You Didn’t Say - Ch. 3

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Rated: G

Summary: “Purple, we have never needed a map to go trick o'treating before. Is this really necessary--”

“That is because I have been gathering all the data since year one!! And after proper analysis, I have created for us-- pause for dramatic effect-- the optimal route to obtain the highest quantity and caliber of candy for our consumption on this old Hallow’s Eve--”

“I thought it was Halloween?” Mikey interjects with a raised hand.

Previous: Ch. 2

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Ten years old...

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“Candy bags?”

“Check!!” Mikey bounces on the balls of his feet in excitement, the too big homemade chef’s hat on his head sliding over his eyes for a moment.

“Costumes?”

“Cheeeckity check!” Leo singsongs and models his blue unicorn onesie proudly.

“And now, the pièce de résistance!”

“The pee-yeh do what now?” Raph scratches his head in confusion, only to freeze at the sound of his Ghostbear wrestling costume ripping on the spikes of this shell at the movement. His father clicks his tongue softly as he uses a safety pin to secure it. Raphael smiles wide up at him and Splinter pats his eldest on the head, adding another pin for good measure.

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked-- Gentlemen!!" Donnie’s voice echoes down the sewer tunnel as he pauses to look judgmentally at their father in his obviously low-budget replica of a Lou Jitsu costume, and clears his throat, "Ahem, and Pápa... here’s the plan--”

“Eugh boy, here we go--” Leo crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, ignoring his twin’s glare. The effect is somewhat ruined by the floppy antenna and googly eyed glasses Donnie wears for his alien costume anyway.

Donnie taps on his phone screen for several seconds until each of their devices in turn chime with a notification.

Leo glances briefly at the notification but is almost immediately distracted by Mikey tilting his phone one way then the other, trying (and failing) to make sense of the map their brother just sent to them. His chef's hat is slipping off his head with the movement, so Leo pulls it up for him and pokes his cheek. The youngest swats at him with a giggle, while Raphael shows their father how to open his own map on his chipped phone screen.

“Purple, we have never needed a map to go trick o'treating before. Is this really necessary--”

“That is because I have been gathering all the data since year one!! And after proper analysis, I have created for us-- pause for dramatic effect -- the optimal route to obtain the highest quantity and caliber of candy for our consumption on this old Hallow’s Eve--”

“I thought it was Halloween?” Mikey interjects with a raised hand.

“Yes, that is the colloquial term, Michael,” Donnie hits a button on his phone and proudly projects the map onto the tunnel wall, fingers tracing a purple colored line around several blocks with his hand. “Now if we start out here on--”

“Are you seriously going to make us stick to a map tonight? That takes all the fun out of it!” Leo groans, throwing his head back.

“Which is whyyy~” Donnie drawls in annoyance and hits another button. A blue line appears on the map with an alternative path. “I made two routes. We can split up and make this a little bit of a competition, what say you, Nardo?”

“Oh, oh, now I get it. You’re on!” Leo grins confidently. “I call Mikey!! Get ready to win this baby brother!!”

“Aww yeah!!” Mikey hops up and double high fives him, before climbing onto Leo's back with a devious grin.

“Wait a minute, boys!! Who said anything about splitting up--” Splinter crosses his arms, glancing briefly at his eldest, “I don’t want any of you getting lost. ”

“Pish posh, Pápa! That’s why I put trackers in our phones last year, remember?” Donnie reassures him with a wave of the device in hand, “Plus if Raph’s with me, and I am, of course, the best map maker and reader here. Then no one’s getting lost on my watch. Those two on the other hand...”

Splinter grimaces, unable to disagree, and rummages quickly in the travel bag that clashes terribly with his costume. “Well, we also need to make sure Red has his--”

“Uh, Pops...” Raphael points towards the ladder on the far end of the tunnel, where Leonardo is already climbing topside with Mikey riding piggyback, “They’re leaving without you...”

“What-- Blue, Orange!! Wait for me!!” Splinter looks up bewildered and dashes after them, shouting over his shoulder, “Raphael, you’re in charge, do not let Purple get carried away!! And be back here by ten pm!!”

“How about Twelve pm?” Donnie barters, making Splinter turn around with a scolding look.

“Ten-thirty and that’s final.”

“What about eleven -thirty--” Don offers hopefully, the brows he painted on even over his costume raising.

“Daddy, hurry up!!” Mikey calls from the open manhole, and Splinter looks torn for a moment between his two sets of sons.

“We’ll be here at ten-thirty, Pops,” Raphael reassures as he pats Donnie’s head, and Splinter nods at him with a smile.

“See ya later when you’re calling us champions, buh bye~!!” Leo waves with a wink, backing out of the way only as their father reaches them. His mild reprimands are muffled as he replaces the manhole cover, leaving the other pair of turtles in the silence of the sewer tunnel.

Raphael looks at his little brother and grins wide as he hands him a pillowcase with the crooked stitched letters of his name, “Wanna make Leo-- what is it you always say-- eateth his words?”

“I love you so much , let’s do this!!” Donnie pumps his fists into the air, his cheer echoing down the tunnel along with Raphael’s laughter as they climb up the ladder to exit opposite of their brothers.

Topside, New York City is awash with light and sound, crisp cold air making both turtles shiver until they adjust. Raphael knelt on one knee and looked over his shoulder with an expectant smile.

“Navigator?”

Donnie nods enthusiastically and climbs his shell until he can find a comfortable perch to direct Raphael from. With his little brother in tow, he slinks out of the alley and merges with a crowd of children and several chaperones mingling down the sidewalks. They made their way towards a row of brownstones, where costumed adults sat out on their stoops ready to greet the trick o'treaters.

“Stay with this group till I say, Red King.”

“Red what?”

“It’s your codename. We’re on a mission to beat Nardo, remember?”

Raphael tilts his head back to peer at his little brother, “What’s yours then?”

“Huh?” Donnie scrunches his face as he looks up from his phone screen.

“Hmm, if I’m Red King, then,” Raph scratches at his cheek as he thinks on it, “Oh you should be Purple Knight!”

“How’d you know I was going for a chess theme?” When Raphael blinks at him after a long silent beat, Donnie purses his beak, “You’ve no idea what I’m talking about. Why’d you pick that then?”

“Cause Kings can’t fight their battles without knights right?” He smiles wide at his little brother over his shoulder, but Donatello just stares at him for an uncomfortably long time. “Uh, Dee? You good?”

Donnie doesn’t answer except to clamor further up Raph’s shell until his cold little beak tucks into his neck to chuff happily for a quick brief moment. Raph giggles at the puff of air and squirms as he shoves his little brother away to escape the cold tickling sensation, Donnie nudges his hand and chuffs again.

“Quit it!!” He’s still laughing breathlessly, “Which house first?”

“Follow the girl in the Red Fox costume, my liege!”

“On it!!” Raph picks up speed and melts seamlessly into the crowd of children heading for the house door.

House after house, they shout trick o'treat along with the gaggle of children they hide within as their pillow cases bloat with their sugary treasure. When their bags get heavy enough that Donnie whines about it, Raph carries them both for a while, trailing behind his little brother with a contented smile on his face as they follow his pre-planned route. It’s past ten o'clock when Donnie stops them on their way back to their rendezvous point to catch a selfie. Raphie imitates his favorite Ghostbear pose in the background, holding up their candy bags while Donnie smirks in front. He sends it to the group chat and types a quick baiting line to Leonardo.

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You Are Conversing With Donatello

10:10pm

>> What’s it feel like to be losing, Nardo?

NOT Twinnie (stop messing with my phone Nardo!!! 😡)

10:11pm

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>> i dunno

>> you tell me Dee...

Donatello looks at the screen confused at the reaction when his phone pings with a new photo message. Splinter grins between his two smirking sons, holding his own pillow case brimming with candy. His indignant squawk causes Raph to peek over his shoulder.

“What the heck, why’s Pops got a bag too?”

As if sensing the question, Donnie’s phone pings again.

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NOT Twinnie (stop messing with my phone Nardo!!! 😡)

10:13pm

Littlest 🍊 Brother

>> for sum reason ppl think dads a kid too and they LOVE his Lou Jitsu costume

>> ITS GREAT

10:13pm

>>（＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

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“Well,” Raph sighs, and scratches at his throat, “We did want to get the most candy this year... it’s not like we can’t force them to share once we get home. Raph can at least pull all the purple ones out for ya from everybody’s stash...”

Trailing off as he talks around a chewy chocolate in his mouth, he drops several grape flavored candies and lollies into his little brother’s pillow case, then blinks down at the odd proportion of purple in their bags throughout the night.

“Wait a minute...” Raph clears his throat a little, “Did you make this map based on how much purple candy we could get in this neighborhood?”

“Dearest Raffala!!” Donnie exclaims with just a little too much flourish and not quite the right inflection, hand over heart, “I would never! ”

“You little!!” Raphael makes a grab for him but Donnie wriggles away before he can get a good grip. His little brother cackles as he scurries down the street and Raph clears his throat again before giving chase.

“I said we’d get the highest caliber candy here and I meant it!!” Donnie insists and squeaks as he squirms away just in time to avoid a well aimed tackle by his big brother. He laughs in triumph when Raph stumbles, sounding winded and shaking his head.

“Grape is not the highest alciber, Donnie!!” Raph yells, coughing slightly.

“Ca-Li-Ber!! And grape is arguably the least overwhelming flavor!!” He scrambles the rest of the way to their appointed meeting spot, turning with a laugh, and--

And Raphael is no longer chasing.

Donnie’s hands tighten their grip on his pillow case as he calls back nervously, “Raph?”

Padding back around the corner, he spots his brother. Raph has slowed to a weak shuffle under the streetlight. His ambling is so off kilter that his bulk bumps into a girl hard enough to knock her pumpkin basket out of her hand, spilling candy all over the sidewalk. Beside him the unknown child stomps her foot in frustration, yelling back.

“Hey!! That was rude!! Watch where you’re-- uh, hey... you don’t look so good. You okay?”

Raphael stumbles as he pulls off his Ghostbear mask with a desperate gasp for air, uncaring that he’s now left his very green, very inhuman face exposed. His cheeks are swollen and his eyes water as he trills a noise that has Donatello’s scales bristling with a shiver of anxiety. Scratching at his neck, Raph wheezes out a desperate sound, before his shaking knees give out and he falls to the ground. The human tries to catch his arm only to cry out in dismay when Raph’s bulk is too much to manage, and she nearly goes down with him.

“RAPH!” Donnie abandons his candy bag halfway in the scramble towards his ailing brother, slipping around the human girl to steady Raphael with hands on his shoulders.

“Hey, is this your brother? Oh boy... He’s not looking so good. Did you guys eat some bad candy? Um, where’s your parents? Can I help you find them?” the questions pile out of her mouth quick and nervous as she waves her hands around.

Cradling a swollen and quickly reddening face, Donnie chirps to his brother worriedly. Puffy eyes leak tears steadily as a developing rash crawls up Raph’s neck, and the inside of his arms. He coughs as he tries to clear his throat but only ends up wheezing harder. The crinkle of plastic attracts Donnie's attention towards a candy wrapper still in Raphael’s hand.

It’s clear with red stripes at the ends that get twisted shut like old fashioned cellophane candy wrappers. There’s no name and he doesn’t recognize what kind it is. Beside him, the girl is already looking in Raph’s pillowcase and she pulls out a small chocolate with a matching wrapper. The chocolate is unassuming with a golden colored top, slightly malformed from being banged around during their walk. There’s no label telling what it is, and the only strip of writing on the wrapper said Ohio chocolate company. She unwraps it and no sooner does the smell hit Donnie’s nose does he stiffen with cold dread.

“These have peanut butter-- Omigosh!! Is your brother allergic?!” The girl throws the candy away as if it burns.

“Raph-- How, how many of these did you have?” Donatello’s voice quivers as his mind buzzes with one thousand worst case scenarios, each one more gruesome than the next.

Raphael only manages a wheezy whine in return, scratching at his throat with another whimper.

Startling into action with a frantic chitter, Donnie rips his backpack off and digs into it, fingers shaking. When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for in the main pocket he starts unzipping the smaller ones, nothing on the front compartment, or the side one-- nor his hidden pocket!! Where is--

Donnie’s blood runs cold as he realizes with perfect recall how his father reached into his bag to hand off the epi-pen.... only to get distracted into chasing after their brothers before the task was complete.

“No, no... no. Nonono --!” He lets out a panicked sob as he realizes he doesn’t have what they need, looking to his big brother with wide frightened eyes, and-- And Raph in spite of his state croons and nudges at him gently, his struggling breaths puffing against Donnie’s wet cheek, while his little brother trills frozen in fear.

“Yeah, I just pinged our location on the map. Hey, Raph, Donnie, I got your Dad on the line-- here. My Auntie lives in this building, I’ll be back in two shakes, hang on!!” She puts Raph’s large red phone on speaker and sets it beside them, and jets off before Donnie can protest. He has the distant absent thought to scold Raph later for not locking his phone screen.

“Raphael,” Splinter’s voice sounds urgent but calm, “We’re on our way and you will have medicine to make you feel better soon. Try to stay calm, both of you. Donatello, do you remember our first aid training?”

“Uh huh...” Donnie nods, though his father cannot see him.

“Think about that, my clever little one. We’re on our way. Blue, where are we on this thing--” His voice fades out as he pulls the phone away, no doubt to view the map and the call disconnects.

In the silence, Donnie tries to wrangle his spinning thoughts until Raphael coughs. And coughs, and coughs until it turns into a long wheeze, that has his big brother twisting in growing panic with a chittering desperate noise.

“Shh-- Raphie-- No, no--” Donnie curls around as much of his larger brother as he can to stop his panicked writhing, urging him to lie still. “We’re okay, we’re okay, we’re okay...”

His fervent whispers feel like a lie even to himself as he struggles to think.

Be firm and reassuring.

“We’re okay, Raph...” His voice trembles around the words, but he pets Raphael’s head.

Explain what is happening.

“Your body is having an allergic reaction. Your skin is forming a rash and you’re probably itchy all over right? It’s because your immune system doesn’t understand how to attack the allergen. It’s going haywire trying to stamp it out. That’s why the swelling is happening too... which is making it hard to breathe right now. Your heart rate is also probably increasing, so that’s, that’s making everything feel funny, and scary right?”

Raph whines and scratches at the reddening scales along his arms, coughing and huffing for breath that won’t come as he gets more agitated as panic sets in.

Encourage slow breathing.

“You-- We, we need to take deep breaths if we can, through your nose like this--” He does his best to demonstrate, flaring his nostrils wide on his beak and breathing in slowly.

Raphael sniffles around a scratchy whimper and tries, but his face is so swollen now and the inability to breathe through his nose in combination with the shallow puffs he tries to take through his mouth just send him into a tizzy, and he thrashes in as the air gets caught in his throat.

“Raph-- Raphie --” Donnie chokes out his brother’s name in his own growing anxiety.

Raphael coughs, and tries to imitate, but the air gets caught in his throat and when it won’t move, he flails with a frightened chirp that trills in his heaving chest. The sound reminds Donnie of when they were much much smaller, when Raph and Leo were still learning words he already understood clearly. He remembers crying with Leo and Mikey as their father tried to calm a three year old Raphael as their big brother coughed and cried out of breath after his first bite of their peanut butter cookies. Since that day their father was much more careful of the foods he scavenged for them, and what snacks the little turtles could have...

Turtles...

They were turtles!

Donatello gasps as an idea solidifies in his mind and he wraps his arms suddenly around his thrashing brother, holding as tight as he can, trilling urgently.

“Raphie, remember when we had our breath holding contest, and we freaked Dad and Mikey out with how long we could hold our breaths? Want to bet we could break our record? It’s okay if you can’t breathe right now, Raphie because... we’re merely holding our breath, okay? I’m going to do it with you now, and it’ll be okay...”

Donatello breathes in deeply and clamps his beak and nostrils shut, like when they go swimming. His hands shake as he signs.

[[Just like swimming. We are okay. Right?]]

He rubs the base of Raphael’s rashy neck, scritching the itchy skin gently until Raph rumbles, and imitates his little brother, beak shutting tight and nostrils scrunching closed. Without the constant reminder of how hard it was to breathe, Raphael slowly settles, scratching at his rashy arms, but no longer flailing in a panic. Donatello tears up, and begs with shaking hands.

[[Don’t leave me alone, please ...]]

Raphie nudges closer with a rumbly grumble.

“Outta the way, coming through!!”

His attention snaps to the young girl running back towards them with a plastic canister gripped in her hand. She suddenly jumps into the air and comes flying towards them with a flourish, and a loud shout.

“Apriiiiiiiiiillllllll O’Neeeeeeeeeeeeil!!!!”

Donnie’s eyes make a valiant attempt to fall out of his head. Were it not for his glasses blocking the way, he might have truly lost them as he watches the giant needle travel as if in slow motion to stab his brother’s thigh. Raphael groans with a surprised thrash, curling up tight. The girl just crouches and watches Raph nervously, waiting for the epi-pen’s effects to kick in. When nothing happens immediately, she turns worriedly to him.

Donnie’s voice is strangled with the strength of the terror still gripping his body. The girl reaches out her hand to touch the top of Raphael’s head. Without thinking, Donnie hisses with his full chest, scrambling with great effort to tug his brother’s heavy body and himself away from her.

“Is it working?!”

“Oh, sorry-- I should’ve asked before touching, huh? Don’t worry, I seen my Auntie do this for my uncle a bunch of times!” her voice lowers and slows, deep with reassurance, “He’s gonna be okay. Your dad’s on the way too right?”

Donatello shakes where he sits, trying to remember that children-- human children at least-- don’t growl, while every instinct in his body is on red alert with his brother so vulnerable in his arms. He tries for words but clicks warningly emit from his throat instead. Frustrated tears slide down his cheeks as he shifts his gaze warily between the girl’s sympathetic eyes, and his slow breathing brother.... At least he was breathing . Where was Papa... what was taking so long?

A quiet chuff and gentle nudge against his jaw knock him out of his soon to be spiral and he glances down.

"Raphie?" He peeps.

Raph smiles up at him and chuffs once again, stronger as his breathing eases and the swelling recedes a bit from his face.

“Ra-Raphie--”

Donnie nearly melts to the ground with the pure relief coursing through him, sniffling louder and curling around as much of Raphael as he can reach as his shoulders shake with silent sobs. His older brother tiredly wraps his arms around him and rumbles deeply to ease the anxiety bubbling out of both of them.

“Hey,” a gentle voice prods through the fog of their relieved exhaustion, “Want a water, Big guy?”

The girl named April smiles and waves a little unopened bottle between them, a fearless hand rubbing along Raphael’s shell in comfort. Donnie hisses at her again, every muscle tensing as his jaw locks up.

“Pops says... not to take from.... Strangers--” Raphael struggles to croak out, stroking his little brother’s shell with soothing pressure. Even in his state, trying to give Donnie some sense of relief, and it makes the little softshell’s eyes water as the adrenaline crash rises.

“Yea, my mom says that too. So, let’s fix it. I’m April, and you’re Raph, right? Which means that you,” she turns a gentle smile to Donnie’s tearstained face, “Must be Donnie. There! We’re not strangers anymore.”

Her smile is warm and gentle like how Raph’s is when he knows Donnie’s feeling extra prickly. It makes Donnie’s eyes water more.

Donnie curls his toes nervously, and looks to Raph who is breathing slow and deep in his arms, blinking drowsily at the girl who’s smile is genuine and unflinching.

“S’okay,” her voice gentles to almost a whisper, steady and calm, “You don’t gotta answer. I’ll just keep talking, kay? I saw you signing. That’s really cool! Next year in school, we get to pick a language, and I wanna learn ASL. I like you guy’s costumes. They look so real!!”

“Yer really nice...” He murmurs, snaggle tooth catching his lip as he smiles slow, “I like you.”

“Awww, thanks big guy,” She scratches at the back of her neck with a giddy laugh.

“BOYS!!”

Splinter’s voice echoes down the street as he speeds up the block. Ahead of him zoom an orange and blue blur that all but collide with the trio in their haste to arrive at their brother’s side.

“Raphie!! Please be okay!!” Mikey wails, latching onto their eldest brother’s shell like a sobbing wart.

“Don’t worry, Raph, I’ll save you!!” Leo’s panting as he runs up with the epi-pen high and stabs down before anyone can get a word in.

Raphael yowls .

“LEO!! THAT WAS MY BUTT!!”

“YEA, I’M SAVING IT!!”

Splinter slides in and gathers his sons into his arms, “ Please stop yelling, people are staring-- Raphael, you-- you’re already feeling better, how--”

“That’s cuz I saved his butt first,” April points to herself with a grin, as the rat-faced man and two more turtle costumed children stare at her incredulously.

“She gave me a shot before you guys got here... the right way,” Raph grumbles towards Leo.

“Why’re you talking like that, mister...” April gives him a judging look, “Cool Lou Jitsu costume though!”

“Young lady, thank you very much for saving my completely normal, not at all turtle children--”

Splinter puffs up, but before he can say anything, his littlest son’s hitching words interrupt them.

“Raphie! I thought we s-said no scary Halloween tricks t-this year!!” Mikey is still a tearful lump on Raph’s shell.

“I’m sorry Mikey... That was really scary... wasn’t it?” Raphael says softly, eyes watering now that he had the room to think about it. “M’sorry... I-- I ruined Halloween, didn’t I?”

And with those words, it’s as if the dam breaks and the stress of the night's event floods out of him in great gulping sobs. By that time he’s curled in his fathers arms crying somewhat quieted, Leo and Mikey are draped over his shell, soothing and petting him, their little chirps and rumbles easing his nerves. He glances around for Donnie, and finds him sitting with all five sacks of candy next to April, neither of them speaking as she helps him deftly pick out everything with any traces of peanuts. Donnie tosses those candies aside with disdain into the dark end of the street.

“April!!”

They all start at the shout from one of the higher windows in the building before them.

“Your mother will have my head if she knew you were still outside at this hour. Come inside, c’mon--”

“Yes Auntie!!” April calls back, and then turns back to the funny little family she encountered, shoulders hunching shyly up to her ears, “Gotta go, but maybe we can play some other time?”

Donnie says nothing as he looks up at her sad hopeful smile. Taking his phone out of his pocket he unlocks it and hands it to her with the contact screen ready. She beams at him when she hands it back, giving a final wave to everyone.

“Happy Halloween guys!!”

The bale of little turtles and their father wave back, then gather their things to head home. Splinter grunts only briefly as he stands, his eldest son secure in his arms, and shuffles towards the nearby alleyway and the sewer cap hidden in its shadows. Little Mikey grabs three of the candy bags, surprisingly able to handle them with hardly any trouble or fuss. Leo grabs the last two and throws them over his shoulder, before offering a hand to Donnie who was still staring after the little girl who saved his brother’s life.

“Dee?” Leo prompts and that finally gets his twin to shuffle towards him in a bit of a daze, though he takes the proffered hand firmly. The slider gives their hands a squeeze with an encouraging chirp to get them moving towards home.

Raph watches over his father’s shoulder as Leo holds his twin’s hand through the dark familiar tunnels, all the way home into the warmth of their home. Donnie does not speak once. Not even when their father gathers them up in the tv room with extra pillows and blankets. Not even as he helps them all change out of their costumes and into their pjs for the night. Not even when he puts on Raphael’s favorite Jupiter Jim movie, which Donnie always likes to remind them is not as good as his favorite JJ film. Not when their father brings them all some hot tea, and a warmed milk for Donnie. Not even when Splinter nods off in his arm chair and snores loud enough that they need to put the subtitles on to know what’s being said.

His little brother sits staring despondently at the floor, tucked under Leo’s protective arm on the side farthest from Raph, while Mikey is already asleep and rumbling against his other side. Shifting slowly so as not to disturb their littlest brother, Raphael reaches across Leo and offers Donnie his hand. Leo watches him with sleepy eyes and smiles at Raph, turning to give Donnie a whispered word of encouragement and nudge.

Donnie chirps a small sad sound though, and ducks halfway into his shell with a sniffle.

“Donnie,” Raph croons softly, “C’mere buddy?”

Leo squeezes Donnie closer to his side, rubbing this shell through his pjs softly and murmurs another comfort as Donnie starts to shake where he sits, “S’okay, Dee...”

Donnie starts to sob quietly, so Raph reaches around Leo until he can cradle both the twins and pulls them into his side with an insistent trill, turning so he can chuff against both their faces. Leo giggles, chuffing back, while Donnie hiccups briefly, his sobs abating somewhat with the affection. A sleepy chirp of annoyance alerts Raph that he’s disturbed Mikey’s rest, but it’s easily remedied by scooping him closer and giving a big chuff against his round cheek that makes the little turtle squeal with glee.

“Raphie, we love you!!” Mikey rubs under his big brother’s chin and tucks himself close.

“Love you guys too,” Raphael answers with a gentle rumble starting in his chest, then grins slowly as he elbows Leo, “Who won?”

“Whahuh?” Leo blinks at him sleepily, rubbing his face.

“The candy battle?” Raph insists, offering Donnie his hand again, and this time his little brother takes it and squeezes tight. He closes his fingers around Don’s and holds him just as tight.

“Oh-- we totally did!” Leo pipes up, suddenly more awake.

“You can’t count Papa’s bag,” Donnie mumbles around his sleeve.

“What!! We so ca--”

“Raphie won!!” Mikey declares with a determined glare from under his big brother’s chin.

“Miguel!! Who’s side are you on!!” Leo whines, but Raphael’s chuckle makes his face twitch into a smile.

“Raphie won,” Donnie agrees, taking his wet sleeve out of his mouth and rubbing it against Leo’s cheek.

“Wuuaaaggh!! Gross!! Dee, stop-- Okay, okay!! Raphie won!!” Leo climbs over Raph’s shell to escape the assault, only to get poked by a grinning Mikey over their brother's shoulder.

Splinter snorts in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible and the boys all freeze a moment, shushing each other through giggles, before settling in a comfortable pile once more with their big brother in the middle. The movie’s almost over, but the night has worn them down and Mikey is asleep almost as soon as Raph tucks him under his arm. Leo’s not far off from succumbing, finding a comfortable perch on Raph’s shell with some pillows to cushion against the spikes, and giving his big brother sleepy pets as he drifts off.

Under his other arm, Donatello still holds tight to one of his hands with both of his own, tracing the grooves and bumps of his scales in a soothing motion. Whether he was trying to sooth Raph or himself, Raphael wasn’t sure, but it felt nice regardless. He rumbles sleepy, and content to be near his family.

“You good, Dee?” Raph whispers into the quiet between Splinter’s snores.

“Hmm.”

Raphael thinks that’s the end of their conversation, and his eyes are drifting shut. When his most skittish brother snuggles in close to him with several trembling little chuffs against his plastron. His eyes water up as he tucks his arm around Donnie and squeezes him close for several long moments.

“Want some space now?” Raph asks him as he pets his head.

“Nnnuh-uh,” Donnie squirms closer with a chirp. “You’re warm, I like it.”

“Okay,” Raphael sniffles, and holds tight as he falls asleep feeling like the luckiest big brother in the whole wide world.

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A/N: The world is so incredibly broken right now. I just wanted to offer a few lighthearted moments of sweet familial love and care to anyone who needs a respite from the darkness of the current events. Do what you can to support the Cease Fire. Be mindful that the donations you make actually get to the people who need it, otherwise you may accidentally be supporting their oppressors. Write and call your politicians to tell them you demand they support the Cease Fire. You have more power than you know. But don't forget, it's okay to step back and find your equilibrium every once and while as well. You're no use to yourself or others if you're suffering too much to function. Be kind, stay safe. Much love. 💖💙💜🧡 ~Minu

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#rottmnt #turtle tots #rottmnt fic #rise raph #rise donnie #family feels #brotherly bonding #rise leo #rise mikey #rise splinter #rise april #Series: Wish we had just a little more time...#fanfic #minu loves tmnt #tcest dni

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Maybe It Will Be Fine [ @febuwhump ]

Ships: Stenny

Warnings: (Assumed) Suicidal Ideation/Attempt, Referenced Child Abuse

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Stan was out later than he should have been. He knew the last bus was gonna leave in an hour. He’d have to call his mom to come pick him up if he missed it. Another conversation where he had to choose to tell the truth or lie. Lie and tell her he was fine. He just lost track of time. Or tell the truth about how he felt. Felt about the farm. Felt about his dad, who somehow always found ways to make his life worse. Felt about his sister, who he struggled more and more to connect with as they aged. Felt about his mom who never had the guts to leave and take him with her when she had the opportunity.

His hands buried themselves in his pockets as he walked. He hadn’t even realized where his feet were taking him till he had looked up to a familiar head of blonde hair.

He realized he had taken himself to the end of the street just at the edge where the train tracks cut the town in half. Well, half was putting it nicely. In reality, the tracks separated the McCormick family from the rest community.

On those very tracks laid the body attached to that familiar head of hair. Directly on the tracks.

Stan broke into a run. Grabbing the teen’s arm and yanking her so hard that both of them tumbled to the ground. The very blonde hair cascading around Stan’s face.

Kenny opened her eyes and looked down at Stan. Bright sky blue, widened with surprise, met dark ocean blue, widened with horror.

“Stan!” she hissed out. “What are you-”

Stan interrupted her by grabbing her arms. Tighter than he meant to. “Don’t do it, man!” he cried out, giving her arms a little shake.

Kenny blinked down at him for a moment. Finally, she let out a huff. Putting a hand on one of his. Letting it rest there for a moment before gently removing it from her arm.

Stan let her take his hand down, even matching the movement with his other hand of his own accord. He watched, eyes still wide, as Kenny sat up (now straddling his legs but he was electing to ignore that for the time being.)

She pulled her hair to hang over her left shoulder and looked down at Stan with a frown. “Dude, calm the fuck down.”

He wanted to bite back at her. Tell her he had no reason to be calm when he just stumbled on one of his best friends trying to kill herself. But any words died in his throat. The light of the moon and the flickering street lamp illuminated her face enough for him to see it.

A large bruise, just forming from how fresh it looked, made a perfect frame around her eye. The eye itself was a little swollen. In fact, taking a better look, he realized just what state she was in. Besides the bruise, she looked more unkempt than normal. He could have sworn that he could see the smallest bit of blood in her hair alongside her ears.

He was, however, surprised that her eyes were dry. Not a tear in sight. It made him feel worse.

Stan sat up and took her face in his hand. She didn’t flinch or say anything. Her expression was still just a tired frown.

“What was it this time?”

Kenny broke eye contact and once again, gently pulled his hands away from her.

“Dad’s mad his only sober son’s a fag.”

The words struck Stan like lightning. He shouldn’t be surprised. He knows just from the sound of her voice and her expression that Kenny sure as fuck wasn’t. “Isn’t he always mad about stupid stuff like that?”

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded. Her face then split into a devious grin. Showing off the opening where a tooth definitely sat last Stan had seen her. “But I don’t always pour out the vodka down the toilet.”

“Dude,” Stan whispered out. Equal parts in disbelief and holding back laughter. “I’m surprised he didn’t kill you.”

“Eh,” Kenny shrugged. As if the idea of dying didn’t bother her.

It then rammed back into Stan the earlier sight he had stumbled onto. His frown came back tenfold. “Dude, seriously, why were you laying on the tracks?”

Kenny bit her lips the same way she did when she had a secret. “I’m fine man, seriously. I got the train schedules memorized. I wasn’t gonna do nothin’. Honest.”

Stan’s frown didn’t move. He wasn’t sure how much he believed that. He didn’t voice this, though, as the next second, she sat down fully on his legs with a little huff. “Where’s the blood from?” He asked instead.

“He tried to rip out my gauges and some of my hair.”

She said it so nonchalantly that Stan almost didn’t register her words. “Jesus…” he muttered.

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

She raised a brow at him. “Dude, the last bus left like ten minutes ago.”

“Oh,” was the only response Stan could give. It was his turn to look away and give a nonchalant shrug. “Lost track of time.”

“Bullshit man,” Kenny chuckled sadly. “You runnin’ away finally, or what?”

“Yeah right,” Stan scoffed. “That’d be nice, though, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded with another toothy grin. The sight of her missing tooth made Stan’s gut twist. “Gotta wait till at least one of us has a license, though.”

He knew she was trying to at least get a pathetic chuckle out of him. Unfortunately, all he could muster was a sigh. He pulled his legs out from under her and brought his knees to his chest.

“If your face gets any longer, man, I’ll think you were Animorph-ing into a horse.” She moved so that she was sitting next to him. Their shoulders close enough that he could almost feel her hair tickling his neck. She bumped their arms. “What’s got you all depressed?”

“I just,” he gave another long sigh. Pressing his face into his knees. “Doesn’t it just all feel so hopeless sometimes?” He turned his head just enough to look up at her.

She tilted her own back at him, almost in question. “I mean yeah,” she almost laughed. As if it were so obvious that it was funny.

“And yet here you are, still…” Stan sighed out, waving a hand at her grinning back at him. He didn’t look away from her now. He was enjoying the sight of her lit up by the moon. She always had an almost dark beauty to her. Which, probably sounded stupid as fuck now that Stan was thinking about it. Especially with how much she glowed like the sun. Both her hair and smile. Gap and missing tooth, only adding to her charm. Well… the missing tooth sucked, but it kinda fit her. He could get used to it.

“I mean, why not,” she shrugged. “If I don’t smile and laugh when things suck, what can I do? Not like dying fixes any of my problems.”

“Says the guy I found trying to make out with a train,” Stan huffed.

Kenny only laughed. She fucking laughed. Stan had caught her trying to kill herself cause her dad beat the shit out of her and now she was laughing.

Stan always knew he’d never understand Kenny. But, honestly, he couldn’t even bring himself to be upset. Her laugh made something in him feel warm. It… actually made him feel kinda sick. Thank god he’d grown out of the whole crush-puking thing.

He wasn’t expecting her to fall onto him. Her body leaning against him and her head falling to his shoulder. It was a little awkward with how much taller she was than him. Maybe he would be sick, actually. The way her warmth seeped into him and her hair draped against his back made him feel gross. But gross in a way he liked.

“What if we never make it out?”

She hummed almost as if she were thinking about his question. “I dunno,” she mumbled back. “Maybe the world will get swallowed by a space frog or some shit.”

“Huh?” He looked down at her, more confused at her words than anything else. “What’s that mean?”

She gave a shrug. The feeling of her arm against his pressed to the forefront of his mind again. “Anything could happen, man,” was her only response. “Wanna go break into the school and sleep under the bleachers?”

Stan let her grab his hand and followed her in the light of night. Though he was pretty sure he’d follow her anywhere she asked. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe things weren’t that hopeless. Not when Kenny’s warmth pressed against him under the gym bleachers, using their jackets as blankets. Not when Kenny was here with him, and he could see her smile and hear her laugh.

#south park #stenny #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #fan fic #fan fiction #writing #toonz writing #maybe it will be fine (fic)#febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 1 #MAKING THIS TUMBLR POST I REALIZED CAUSE I DRAFTTED IT ON AO3 IT FUCING SAYS IT WAS POSTED ON THE 10TH OF LAST MONTH #UGHG #I HAD TO GO IN AND FIX IT #WHY IS AO3 LIKE THIS

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It wasn’t everyday that you can visit another city, especially as someone as introverted and more of a homebody as Kureha but today she was willing to make an exception as today was a very special day, hence why she was currently in Setagaya, just right in front of the door leading to the residence of Mina, Elliot, and Yorii all while holding an armful of gifts. She knocked on the door using her foot as her arms were occupied, sighing in relief upon seeing Mina, she was glad she had gotten the right address, it would’ve been embarrassing had she didn’t. “Uh, hey.” She greeted, adjusting her position to keep a grip on the presents. “Is Elliot home?”

“Hello…” Mina blinked in surprise upon seeing Kureha, in fact, she didn’t expect to see anyone today until she heard the blue haired goth say her brother’s name and saw the gifts in her arms and put two and two together quickly, “Yeah, actually, he is. Do you need any help with those?” She asked, pointing to the gifts and Kureha sheepishly nodded, “I appreciate it.” She let Mina take the top two presents from her and carried the third one inside.

Immediately upon entering, she was greeted by Yorii “Heyy! Kureha, right?” The blonde bounced up to her and Kureha had to stop herself from physically recoiling from the sheer volume, smiling politely. “Right, uh, hello Yorii.” She nodded at him, going to set down the presents on the table where Mina had set the other two on and Yorii took a look at the gifts with sparkling eyes. “Ooooh~! Are these for Elliot?” He asked and Kureha nodded “Yeah, I heard it was his birthday today and I wanted to wish him well.” She rubbed the back of her neck, sheepishly looking off to the side and Yorii’s grin grew wider and a tad devious. “Awww! How sweet! Hold on for a sec, lemme go get the birthday boy!” Before either Kureha or Mina could say anything, Yorii had already taken off upstairs and it wasn’t long until he came back with a confused Elliot.

“Loooook who came to see you, bro!” The blonde idol sang, letting go of his hand to gesture towards Kureha who quietly waved and immediately, the bespectacled boy felt his face heat up and his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. He opened and closed his mouth several times like a gaping fish, staring at the gothic artist with wide eyes, causing Mina to sigh, Yorii to facepalm, and Kureha to watch the whole thing awkwardly, unable to handle the silent, the bluenette spoke up. “Uh, happy birthday, Elliot. I got you a couple of gifts, they’re over there….” She pointed at the table and Yorii perked back up, “That’s right! Kureha was so nice to give you a gift! Let’s go see what she got you!” Once again, the idol took off before anyone could say or stop him and came back as fast as he left with the three presents, he pushed everyone towards the living room couch to sit.

Taking one of the wrapped presents, Yorii handed it to Elliot who finally came out of his stupor but now was looking directly at the floor, his face still flamming. “C‘mon Big bro! Open it!” Yorii encouraged and after taking a few breaths, the black haired boy carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper to find…

“Books?” Yorii said out loud, disappointed but quieted down when Mina elbowed him, Kureha smiled shyly. “Yeah, I thought you’d like it, it’s a series about a group of teenagers that can turned into animals and they all come together to help save the world, I don’t want to spoil it but it’s pretty good but that’s just my opinion, I managed to get all three books for steal, let me know what you think if you do read it.”

“Alright, well, next gift!” Yorii announced and Mina gave him a warning look which he promptly ignored and picked up a bouquet of flowers, specifically, pink carnations and practically shoved them in Elliot’s face. “Oooh! Look Elliot! Aren’t these pretty?” He gushed and Kureha ducked her head, embarrassed. “I know it’s cliche to give a person flowers but I don’t know, I think it’s nice, it was hard choosing which flowers to get but carnations are always a classic, pink ones especially, did you know that pink carnations symbolize gratitude and the concept of never forgetting someone? Well, I guess that kinda speaks for itself…” There was a faint blush on her cheeks before she cleared her throat and picked up the final present, handing it to Elliot herself. “This one, in my opinion, is more special..”

Eyes widening, he shakily took the present from her, this one was bigger than the books and flowers and carefully he undid the wrapping paper to reveal…

“Whoooa~!” Yorii exclaimed and even Mina looked impressed, “That looks so cool!” The blonde haired boy complimented and Mina nodded in agreement, Elliot was silent, looking at the painting in awe. Kureha’s face flushed as she smiled meekly. “Uhh, thanks, it’s really nothing, I just remembered how you said that you liked spending time out in meadows stargazing and it kinda just stuck with me, before I knew I was just..painting and this was the end result, I, uh, really hope that you like it..” She scratched her head, nervously.

A notification sound came from her pocket and pulling out her phone, the bluenette’s eyes widen, “Oh crap, I gotta get going, I almost forgot I had a meeting about my upcoming feature at an art exhibit.” She placed her phone back in her pocket and stood up, Mina stood up alongside her, “Here, I’ll walk you to the door.” The artist replied with a small nod of appreciation as the two turned to leave though not before she looked at Elliot with a small smile, “Happy birthday”. Yorii waved goodbye, smiling brightly “Bye Kureha-chan!”

Happy Birthday Elliot!

"Wow, we're certainly popular today, huh Big Bro?" Yorii asked, teasing Elliot, who was still staring at the painting that Kureha had drawn for him. It was unknown if was even aware that Kureha had even left.

"Big Bro?" Yorii repeated, turning his head to look at Elliot more clearly. Waving his hand in front of the nerd's face, the pink-haired boy frowned as Elliot was still ignoring him. He even resorted to snapping his fingers, which still did nothing, making Yorii frown even more. If he would have done more had Mina not grabbed him by one of his ears, erecting a loud 'ow' from him.

"Leave him alone," she ordered, pulling him by his ear back to his room.

Meanwhile, Elliot continued staring at the painting his crush had just bequeathed him. It's unknown why he was so enamored with it. Was it because it was given to him by the person he adored tremendously, or was it something else that was occupying his mind at the present moment?

This was the first time Elliot had seen this painting, but... for some reason, he couldn't help but feel like he knew this place and it felt... familiar to him. Like his siblings, he had huge gaps in his memories. He remembered vivid places and images, but he had no idea what they were. And this painting... this place... he, for some reason, felt as if he had seen it before.

A luxurious green meadow with blue plants, a forest in the background along with peak mountains, a night sky filled with aurora. It was like... something you'd see on a painting somewhere. How ironic that it actually was featured on a painting. Suddenly, a woman's face appeared in Elliot's mind, a smile on her face. Before he could utter a word, she quickly disappeared, unclogging his brain and knocking him back to reality.

Looking around, Elliot realized that he was alone. He had missed seeing Kureha and his siblings leave, and was now standing in the corridor with the painting still in his hands. Looking down at it, the bespectacled nerd remembered who it was from and felt his face heat up. Quickly grabbing the flowers and books that she had left for him, he rushed to his room and closed the door, his heart beating heavily against his chest.

"I... I got a gift..." he stated. "I got a gift from... K-K-Kureha..."

It seems that that was the most his fragile heart and mind could take as the poor boy suddenly fainted, either from shock or heatstroke...

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #elliot shimizu #mina nakayama #yorii sakuma #setagaya division #enigma #kureha koizumi #happy birthday elliot 2023

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[michelle pfeiffer — 63 — she/her] introducing athena marchmain . word on the street is they are a socialite & private art dealer & antiquarian , having been around for thirty years . despite an otherwise clear record, sometimes they are known to engage with the syndicate’s affairs. though they are capricious and decadent , they can also be determined and resourceful . in the chaos of new york city , they’re sure to fit right in.

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tw: emotional abuse, murder ↴

basics

• full name: athena sylvestra noailles marchmain

• nicknames: thea (used only by those closest to her)

• gender: cis female

• pronouns: she/her

• age: 63

• date of birth: 4th november 1960

• zodiac sign: scorpio

• sexuality: bisexual (although presents as heterosexual to maintain a certain image)

• place of birth: london, england

• residence: a townhouse in manhattan (primary residence) ; also owns an apartment in london and a villa in tuscany

• occupation: socialite ; art dealer ; antiquarian

• aesthetics: old leather books, silk, red wine, diamonds, expensive perfume, fountain pens, roses, champagne, pearls, red velvet, expensive art, manicured nails, red lipstick, sly smiles

appearance

• faceclaim: michelle pfeiffer

• voice claim: michelle pfeiffer (in ‘stardust’)

• height: 5’ 6”

• build: average ; a little skinny

• eyes: light blue

• hair: blonde

• piercings: earlobes

• tattoos: none

• style:

personality

• positive traits: charming, determined, resourceful, articulate, confident, hardworking, punctual, sophisticated

• negative traits: reserved, manipulative, capricious, decadent, flirtatious, opinionated, blunt, devious, assertive, selfish

• mbti: estj - the executive

• likes: getting her own way, vintage wine, parties, sweet food, going clothes/shoe shopping, dancing, reading, researching,.

• dislikes: winter weather, arrogance, mansplaining, spicy food, heavy metal music, being ignored, jackson pollock’s art

• fears: losing her money & status

• phobias: entomophobia ; ophidiophobia

• hobbies: reading, shopping

• skills: polyglot (speaks fluent english, german, french, italian, and russian) ; ambidextrous (favours her right hand)

• pet peeves: tardiness, sexism, loud chewing, people talking over her

family

• mother: charlotte annaliese marchmain (née kaiser)

• father: alexander phillip marchmain iii

• siblings: none

• ex-husband: konstantin noailles

• daughter: lilia persephone noailles marchmain @noailles

• granddaughter: ophelia ‘oppy’ athena noailles marchmain

favourites

• food: any kind of pasta dish

• drink: red wine

• time of the day: evening

• weather: dry and warm

• colours: red, gold, silver

• songs: anything classical

bio

— born as a disappointment, athena is the only child of an english father and a french-german mother. they wanted a son who would grow up to be the heir of their respective media and pharmaceutical family businesses, to take a strong lead and contribute to the legacy, but they saw their daughter as meek and mild: somebody who would be a better wife and trophy rather than her own person. oh how wrong they were. her parents were more focused on their reputations than they were with their daughter and when we athena craved their praise or attention she’d be shouted at for being too whiny or distracting, kicked out of a room for interrupting, and ignored if she ever tried to ask why or fight back. she learned never to ask for anything, but just to take it and stand her ground.

— athena was raised by a handful of nannies, but one stood out- a firm but fair irish woman named maeve- and athena’s mother had the audacity to be offended when she referred to her nanny as ‘mommy’. maeve was indeed the only maternal figure in athena’s life- the only positive role model she ever had- and taught the young girl all kinds of things: life lessons, art, history, literature, and even the beginnings of learning the irish language, which she unfortunately had to drop when she was sent to boarding school. maeve would also take athena to explore the city with central park being their favourite spot.

— athena was taught german as her second language, then went on the learn french, and italian, and russian. she became fluent in all and have been incredibly useful in her working life. she flourished at boarding school, even if it was a challenge at times and even if she was bitter towards her parents for sending her away as if she meant nothing despite the fact she should be grateful for the opportunity. she saw boarding school as her parents getting rid of her and giving themselves another excuse to make her seem ungrateful or selfish when she retaliated; “we’ve given you everything you could want”, “other people would kill for this opportunity”, and so on.

— at the age of 23, athena met her eventual (ex)husband konstantin noailles at a social function in london where he had come from russia on business. he was handsome, charming, and had taken a shine to athena, who (being young and naive) was taken under his spell. it didn’t occur to her for a while that konstantin was anything other than a legit businessman with intentions of bringing the marchmain and noailles families together for political and financial gain. but when she did she had already agreed to marry him and knew she would be doing it without love in her heart. she tried hard to make konstantin say ‘i love you’ to her, but he always skirted around the subject and her efforts were wasted.

— after their meagre honeymoon, athena moved to new york city with konstantin, settling into an extravagant penthouse apartment with a clear view of the skyscrapers and the empire state building. it was during konstantin’s business trips and after exploring the city some more that athena developed a passion for art and antiques. she learned everything she could on the majority of subjects to enhance her knowledge and with her newfound status was able to talk to some of the most influential people in the modern art world. athena’s favourite movements are art nouveau, impressionism, and the victorian antique period.

— her only child, lilia, was born in moscow, russia, when athena was 28 and accompanying her husband on a business trip. athena thought having a child would bring her and her konstantin closer together, but it jammed the wedge between them even further. very much like her own parents, konstantin longed for a son he could pass down his legacy to, but he ended up with a daughter. her life was beginning to repay itself and because of her youth,fa fear, and naivety, the cycle of emotional distancing unfortunately didn’t end with athena. she was the same way with lilia because this was the only way she knew how to love: from a distance and without evident displays of emotion. athena loves her daughter, though… in her own way. she refers to lilia as sepphy (taken from her middle name persephone) as a sign of affection and would viciously retaliate against anybody who dares to physically or emotionally hurt her daughter.

— when lilia was 16, athena watched as she killed a man for the first time, right there in konstantin’s study. it was an horrific moment to see her child lose all innocence, but athena had to let it happen. she stood behind her husband, gripping the back of his chair so hard her knuckles turned white as lilia made them proud.

— athena eventually divorced konstantin, reverting to her maiden name of marchmain but keeping noailles as a kind of middle name and a sign of her status and connections. konstantin tried to make lilia stay with him, but she chose to stick by her mother and together they moved into the manhattan townhouse that they both still reside in. not long later, and thanks to her ex-husband’s connections, athena became affiliated with the notorious syndicate, who she provides information for based on gossip and facts she’d heard from clients concerning people of interest. she finds great amusement in establishing trust with somebody, getting what she needs from them, and then betraying them for a greater cause. she is loyal to the syndicate. it’s very much a ‘you scratch my back and i’ll scratch yours’ relationship.

— in 2014, athena stayed in london for eighteen months due to the particulars of some new work she’d taken on and bought an apartment there which she still own tho this day. the move coincided with lilia’s choice to attend oxford university. athena gave lilia the independence to live away (and also the money to do so), keeping her daughter close so that she could keep tabs on her whilst also providing her with a first class education. athena also extended her work trip after the eighteen months was up just to be near to lilia and the two returned to new york once she had graduated.

— “like mother like daughter” was a phrase athena heard being whispered quite often. she and her daughter were notorious for being suave, cunning, sexy, assertive, and most noticeably gorgeous. all they had to do was bat their eyelashes, flick their golden hair over their shoulders, and gaze at others with their bright blue eye and they had them wrapped around their little fingers. it was something athena was proud of, that her daughter ended up like her and it having to worry about lilia being taken advantage of. she had her mother’s strength and wit and athena could rest easy with that knowledge.

— today athena still lives the life of luxury and has considerable influence in new york city’s elite social circles. she works as a private art dealer and antiquarian, mainly for celebrities, business owners, investors, and anyone else that can afford the most exquisite and historical of items. she has a gallery and office near tribeca where, when she’s not attending parties and other social gatherings, she can usually be found.

#[ sky – 23 – she/her – gmt – no triggers ]#wb.intro

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inquisimer · 2 years

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Merrrrrr - for this dadwc, with your Warden (Amell, or anyone) from the feastday bingo: Chastity Belt ;)

hndfsjkl HERE YOU GO BLUE

rating: E bc it's smut I wrote smut I guess🙈🙈🙈

wc: 1650

some Ariya Tabris x Zevran, for @dadrunkwriting

and ALL MY LOVE to @burningsoulanchor for being my beta on this and accepting my horrible awkwardness totally unfazed, I appreciate you so much bud💜💜💜

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“This is a truly terrible idea.”

“Hush and help me close this,” hissed Ariya. Leliana rolled her eyes, but couldn’t quite keep the corners of her mouth from ticking up in a smirk.

They’d found the contraption in Denerim, in a dusty back corner of the Wonders of Thedas shop. The metal was long rusted over, but Morrigan had quickly renewed it, more interested in returning to her solitude than what it was or what they intended to do with it.

They’d concealed the phallus-shaped contraption in Leliana’s pack, snickering and whispering behind their hands, shooting conspiratorial glances at Zev and Alistair, trying to plot out how they could use it. In the end, they agreed: Alistair would never forgive them for such a prank. Zevran on the other hand…well, he was as likely to be into it as he was annoyed by it.

So they retired to their separate tents as usual, until Ariya’s lover drifted to the Fade. A soft pattern of snaps let Leliana know that he was out and she’d slipped into their tent with the device, its matching key, and a devious smile to boot.

Not for nothing, Ariya was a rogue and had the deft touch as one. It wasn’t usually her intention, but she could remove Zevran’s trousers and smalls without his feeling it. Leliana restrained herself to a bare snicker as Ariya slipped the metal cage over Zevran’s cock and looped the leather belt around his hips. She tried to keep her gaze clinical, but it was impossible to ignore the sculpture of his muscles, the divots of his hipbones, the trail of golden hair—

“Here.” Leliana nudged a piece of cold metal against her hand: the matching key, which had somehow maintained a connection with the belt for however long and however far it had been passed around. She turned it over in her palm, letting the natural heat of her hand warm the alloy until her nerves were just as steeled. Because it was definitely her nerves she was focused on in that moment, and not the throb between her legs.

With a clasp of her fingers, the padlock which held the cage in place clicked shut. For half a breath, Ariya thought it had worked; then, just as she was about to reach out and giddily clasp Leliana’s arm, long, calloused fingers twitched and circled around her wrist.

“Every woman for herself!” squealed Lana, diving out of the tent, face as red as her hair. Ariya was frozen, torn between the icy panic spreading from her chest and the heat blossoming from where Zevran’s hand contacted her skin.

“Mi amor?” His voice was thick and low with sleep and her stomach clenched. She closed her eyes and pushed a breath out through her nose and willed her heart and libido to calm the fuck down.

“Yes love?”

“Oh that’s good,” he murmured, fingers tracing up her arm and across her collarbone to cup her jaw, his thumb pressing lightly against her lips. “But you’ll have to do better if you intend to lie to the Crows, my dear.”

His eyes snapped open and they were far more aware than those of a man who’d just woken. Her thighs clenched where she was straddled about him and her stomach swooped to the depths of the deep roads; for, rather than being suspicious or angry, his pupils were blown wide and the rings of his brown eyes were rimmed with lust. He traced the length of her fully clothed body with far more perception than perhaps anyone had a right to, his gaze coming to stop where their hips were practically aligned, and a lingering light from the slightly mussed tent flap glinted off the contraption she’d used on him.

“I can explain—“

“I would certainly hope so,” he chuckled and she relaxed all at once; because she knew his moods and she knew his quirks and she knew that that was how he sounded in good humor, not foul. All at once, with the absence of her trepidation, the intensity of her arousal overcame her and she pressed herself against his body, capturing his lips with her own.

Zevran’s hands skated down her sides, coming to rest with a firm grip against her hips. He returned her kiss eagerly, his tongue tracing her lips and begging for entry, which she gladly allowed, their tastes mingling on her tongue like a fine wine, if a fine wine tasted like hardtack and sleep breath. It didn’t matter, though, when she was lost in the feel of his hair beneath her fingers and his chapped lips against hers.

Without warning, Zevran jerked her entire body, so her center was aligned with the metal cock she’d trapped him in. Her eyes flew open, gasping, startled by the motion and the sudden pressure and sensation. There was a devious smirk playing at Zevran’s lips.

“Mi amor,” he purred, rocking her hips gently. “I want to watch you get off like this.”

He released her hips, leaving the decision up to her. His hands clasped behind his head and he quirked an eyebrow at her, waiting.

“I will not touch you,” he clarified, smirk lengthening. “That will be your…punishment.”

Her brain must have shorted out, because she didn’t remember standing, or shimmying her leggings and breast plate off, but she blinked and they were in a pile beside their bedrolls and she was hissing at the chill of the metal against her center.

True to his word, and perhaps for the first time ever, Zevran kept his hands to himself as she rocked against his covered dick, the slick of her wetness increasing with every pass. She keened at the sensation, mindless of the noises that passed through the thin-walled canvas. It wouldn’t be the first time, and Lana was almost certainly relaying the story in horribly exaggerated detail at this very moment. So if Ariya was to be teased mercilessly, she might as well enjoy the moment.

She ground her hips down and hissed as the tip of the metal length caught against her clit. It sent a jolt through her core and her movements stuttered; she clasped one hand against Zevran’s shoulder for leverage and stability. He turned his head to the side, still watching her from the corner of his eye, and licked a sensual stripe up one of her fingers.

Ariya shuddered and her eyes fell shut. A moan escaped between her half-parted lips and she tilted her head back, her orgasm building like a crescendo within her gut.

Just before her pleasure reached a peak, Zevran canted his hips and twisted his legs, flipping their positions so that she was flat against his bedroll and he controlled the pressure against her. In the same motion, he removed the medieval contraption—much to Ariya’s shock and consternation, as the key still lay in the dust near the tent flap.

“How—“

He pressed his forehead to hers, so his words ghosted over her face. “The first—well, second—lesson a Crow learns, mi amor: your skills serve you best if no one else knows of them.”

She started to reply but never got the chance; he swept her wrists into his grip and pinned them above her head. He rolled his hips so that his length swiped against her cunt—the same motion she’d been doing previously, except now it was skin on skin and she could feel his heat and stiffness and—

Zevran covered her lips with his own, swallowing her moan as he pressed himself inside her. Their bodies joined in a familiar satisfaction of desire and she met him thrust for thrust; the tent filled with musk and sweat and every heavy breath. Zevran’s eyes never wavered from hers, watching her face for every micro-expression, every iota of pleasure he drew from her like an expert harpist plucking at strings.

It didn’t take long for her to find her release, not when Zevran read her like a well-worn book and leaned down to whisper presumably filthy Antivan in her ear until she came with a muffled cry, biting the inside of her cheek and pressing her face into his pillow, so she could at least pretend the entire camp didn’t know what she sounded like in the throws of pleasure.

Zevran’s hips stuttered slightly with her orgasm, but never faltered and he fucked her straight through it to find his own, pressing his forehead against hers and stilling with one final jerk of his hips as he came. They stayed that way for several heartbeats, breaths co-mingling and chests brushing slightly until their gasps leveled out into even breathing.

Eventually the assassin rolled off of her and reached for a cloth and his canteen. He cleaned both of them with a tenderness she’d learned wasn’t so far out of his character. A fond grin stretched across her face as he wrapped himself back around her, tugging the lightweight blanket to cover both of them.

“I suppose I can’t leave you unsupervised, even in something as simple as a shop,” he murmured with a chuckle. Ariya’s ears twitched and she pressed her lips together to smother her giggle.

“In my defense,” she said, “it was Lana who found the damn thing.”

“Doesn’t make you any less of a minx.” His lips pressed a soft kiss against her shoulder, then she felt them curve up in a smirk. She lifted an eyebrow that he couldn’t see and waited.

“Seems I was right about the Wonders of Thedas being a whorehouse after all,” he said. Ariya snorted and slapped his leg with half-hearted indignation.

“Watch who you’re calling a whore.”

“Ah, but mi amor,” he murmured, lips right against her ear. “You’re my whore.”

The circle of his arms tightened around her and they drifted off to a warm, satisfied sleep.

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