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Just a horny little idea to put back in your back pocket in case you want to use it later, but remember Ros and Armeca brothel scene in season 1? Imagine Rosebud!reader and Emely doing the same thing to each other while Otto watches, or Daemon watches being a voyeur. Even better if both men are watching the scene unfold from different points of view (I.e. Otto watching from a chair while Daemon watches from some secret passage)

A/N: Yessss, I finally got around to finishing this one!! I had another request like it, so once again, I molded them together. I really hope you all like it!

Another part of my Sweet Rosebud, on my masterlist.

Warnings: threesome sex (kind of), voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, foreplay kissing and touching, bisexual!reader, oral sex (m. and f. recieving/giving), cock teasing, anal licking, anal play, breast/nipple play, spitting, scissoring, tad bit of dub-con, fondling.

***

What did he hope to gain by staying in King’s Landing? Rhaenyra’s nameday celebrations passed days ago, and yet Daemon remained in the city. Despite his contempt for court, rather than go back to Pentos where his wife and children waited for him, he had not left yet. Being King Viserys’s brother, he’d been invited to small council meetings with Lord Corlys, his new father-in-law. Otto detested it immensely. Daemon had no place at court anymore. He’d lost his positions as Master of Coin and Commander of the City Watch ages ago. Why was he here?

Otto pondered on this as he stared across the table at him. Viserys invited him to tell them tales about possible alliances with the Pentoshi princes. Daemon’s long blond hair reached his shoulders now, and signs of his age began to show in his face. He was no longer the young Prince of the City people once called him. Yet, he still carried an air of arrogance and defiance that Otto detested.

“-The Pentoshi princes haven’t done business with The Triarchy since I’ve arrived,” Daemon told his brother, “And I am confident enough to say that whatever dealings they did have with them is at an end. They have come to fear the Triarchy, and will do whatever they can to be rid of the pirates.”

“For as long as you stay there,” said Otto. “Tell me, my prince, what exactly did you do to convince those greedy scoundrels back in Pentos to not side with our enemies?”

“Because my wife, the Lady Laena, and I have become great allies to them. They admire our dragons and their strength.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Your lady wife…When exactly do you mean to return to her and your daughters? You certainly don’t plan to abandon them over there.”

“Whenever I return to my wife it is my business, my Lord Hand.” Otto did not like the smirk he gave before sipping from his wine cup, “What about your wife, Otto? I thought you’d be less irritable now that you have such a comely woman warming your bed.”

“Daemon,” the King said, “That is enough.”

“At least you did your duty to your wife this time, even without The King’s blessing and leave to marry her.”

“I bet you do your duty to your wife quite often, my lord. I know I would if it were me.”

“Enough,” the King repeated firmly, “Otto, my brother takes great sport in provoking you, must you oblige him?”

You. That was why he stayed in King’s Landing. He hoped to bed you. He’d found you weeping in the royal sept in the early hours of the morning. You told him about what you’d done with Emely when he’d been away in Oldtown. This wasn’t any concern of his because he’d given permission to let it continue. What did concern him was Daemon, whom you said snuck into your chambers and molested you. He’d put his hands and his lips on you as Emely slept at your side. Otto would’ve run him through with a sword if The Gods only allowed it. You confessed to him, sobbing and ashamed, that you’d let him do it. Otto forgave you instantly. You weren’t at fault; Daemon took advantage of you. Him being a prince, it’d be considered treason if you’d fought back.

King Viserys made it clear he’d forgive Daemon as he’s done so many times before.

The small council meeting concluded with Otto’s report of his time in Oldtown. Trade routes were once again being thwarted by outlaws and thieves, so the Crown was compelled to send a small band of men to assist Oldtown in guarding its cargo lines. Otto made his way out of the chamber, intent on returning to you and Cedric before he spotted you in the corridor. You’d chosen a gown of powder blue silk and gold, which silhouetted your outline nicely. Behind you stood Emely, wearing her blue handmaid’s dress. The sight of you soured when he saw who’d stopped to speak to you: Daemon. He stood far too close to you for Otto’s liking, and he did not appreciate how his eyes seemed to take in every feature of your face.

“-I recommend visiting The Free Cities, my lady,” he heard Daemon say as he approached, “They have treasures there you’d never find in Westeros.”

“I’m positive they do. Is it true that Pentoshi men dye their beards?”

Why must you indulge him? “Y/N,” he said stiffly, coming up to your side and kissing your cheek, “What are you doing here? Is it Cedric? Is he alright?”

“Cedric is fine,” you told him. A lie. Cedric had difficulty passing bowel movements, and the maester looked over him this morning after Otto left. He supposed that given the present company, you’d kept it discreet. “I’d come looking for you before I ran into The Prince.”

Him and Otto shared a glance before Daemon said, “I was just telling your wife about Pentos. I suggested she try the Pentoshi wine I’d brought with me when I arrived. I think it’d suit her tastes, considering she’s so partial to Highgarden’s sweeter, more fruity wines.”

“I can’t help loving the tastes I grew up with, my prince” you smiled sweetly.

“Then perhaps you should indulge in newer, finer tastes-”

Otto heard the suggestion in his tone, and immediately took your hand, “Forgive me, my prince, but Lady Y/N and I have to see Maester Bole. Our son’s been quite ill lately, and we left him in his care.”

Daemon looked at you with concern. It was the sort a man used to gain favor with a mother. “Oh, I hope everything is alright with him. He’s quite strong…for a Hightower.”

‘Damn you, you foul man.’

“Maester Bole is confident he’ll recover,” you said, putting your hand on Otto’s.

“Daemon…”

Right on cue, King Viserys came to his brother’s side, leaning on his walking stick with two guards behind him. Over the years, Viserys slowly wilted away from the man he’d once been. His silver hair thinning every day, patches of dry skin began showing up on his scalp and body. The sores and infectious boils the maesters found didn’t heal very well despite the treatments. Still, he managed to walk on his own for a short time. Otto did not know how much time he had left with the illnesses plaguing him.

“I wish to speak to you in my chambers,” he said to his brother. “Before you head back to Pentos.”

Unable to refuse a king, Daemon looked over at you, “I’m afraid I must go, Lady Y/N. Take care…My Lord Hand.”

Otto and you bowed to the king as he walked away with Daemon beside him. Otto stared daggers into the man’s back. He’d only spoken to you to irritate him. It was your laugh that broke him from the anger.

“Why do you encourage him?” he asked you as you steered him away.

“I don’t encourage anything. He approached me, and I’m in no position to refuse him.”

“When you smile and giggle and speak to him,” he said, “It encourages him to keep pursuing you. I’d think after what he did to you in your room, you’d do your best to avoid him.”

“I have,” you remarked. “It isn’t my fault he always seems to know where I am or finds ways to catch me unaware. I didn’t know he’d be at the council meeting; he isn’t on the council anymore.” You wrapped your arms around his, and said, “I came to see you, Husband, to tell you about our son. You know, the child I bore for you and nobody else; the first of many I plan to have with you, my dear husband.”

Otto faltered. “Forgive me,” he resigned, “I know you don’t initiate it.” He kissed your hand and said, “How is the maester’s diagnosis?”

“Maester Bole says his bowel movements and constipation could be due to the lack of fiber in his diet,” you replied. “He suggested we breastfeed him until his stomach is better, so Aeda is tending to him. My milk dried up already, but she still has some.” You clasped your hand over his, “I thought we’d walk in the garden together. We haven’t done that in a while with all the business going on lately.”

“Would we truly be only walking,” he smiled, “Or would we be stopping in that shelter of flowers you’re so fond of?”

“I don’t mind either, but I do wish to walk with you.”

You’d found a hidden corner of the expansive palace gardens hidden behind a wall of thick vines and flowers. Otto recalled the numerous times you both strolled the gardens, only to end up against a brick wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he filled you. Sometimes you both brought wine and food to talk alone. Other times, you stroked him while he admired your breasts. He didn’t mind either outcome today. In fact, he welcomed it. Because, in having you, he was convincing himself that you’d never let Daemon have you.

****

“For The Rose of Highgarden.”

Emely read the note tucked underneath the small gift basket. Inside, she saw a bottle of Pentoshi wine, with an assortment of exotic cheeses and fruits from the land. She only knew it was from the Free Cities because of the strange writing on the bottle. Prince Daemon must have sent it. Emely knew the mere sight of this note and the basket would rile Lord Hightower. You and Lord Otto went for a ‘walk’ in the gardens a while ago, and would be back before supper.

She’d picked up the basket to remove it before the door opened.

“Ah, Emely, there you are.” You smiled at her as you walked into the room. She noticed that you’d combed your fingers through your hair, and the grass stains on your gown. Just as she’d thought. Yours and your husband’s unquenchable lust won out again. “Come help me out of this gown. It’d gotten muddy from being on the ground, and I’d like to change before supper.” You’d begun removing your earrings before you saw the basket in her hands. “What is this?”

“A gift, my lady,” she answered.

“From who?”

“Prince Daemon, my lady.”

Your eyes widened, and you rushed over to her. “Has Otto seen this?”

“No, my lady. I found it when I walked in. It had this with it.”

She showed you the note and your eyes narrowed. “What is that vile man playing at?” you scowled. “First, he spies on me through the walls, then he violates me in my own bed, and now…” you took a deep breath, “Give me the basket.”

Emely handed you the basket. She stood by as you emptied the weak Pentoshi wine into your chamberpot, then tossed the basket into a fire. The cracking of the wooden basket went through the room as she turned back to you.

“You never saw it.”

“I never saw it.”

“If Daemon asks you about it, you tell him I was thankful and enjoyed the gift greatly. Understand?”

“Yes, my lady.”

You surveyed her for a moment, then said, “Come. I must prepare for supper. Otto told me he’s going to visit the King once we’re done.”

“Yes, my lady.”

****

He walked up Maegor’s staircase again. He took care in being quiet, since he knew one misstep and he’d be caught. But, Daemon almost did not care. A part of him hoped he’d get caught. He hoped because then there’s the possible chance you’ll invite him into your bed willingly. You might be so aroused, you wouldn’t mind him doing more than touching. Daemon could almost taste you on his tongue, your sweetness filling his mouth as you climax. Emely had sold him another cloth, a piece of you that he can sniff and taste while touching himself. But, the things he’d do to get the real thing and not a rag were monstrous.

Daemon reached the third landing in the secret staircase. Otto must still be at the emergency small council meeting; a meeting Daemon wasn’t invited to. But it doesn't matter. He had no interest in Westerosi politics. Why sit at a table, listening to boring realm business when he can spend his night watching you?

He pushed open the panel to stand inside the space between the panel and the divider concealing him from view. Peeking through a hole in the wood, he saw you sitting at the end of the bed with Emely. You each wore the thin, revealing dresses women wore in brothels. Emely informed him that you and her planned to surprise Otto again. Being an old man, he doesn’t have the stamina for two women nearly every night, but he didn’t mind watching at times. Daemon envied him. He’d kill to have such a wife warming his bed…a sensual, licentious creature whose arousal is never fully extinguished…a wife who can’t get enough…He exhaled deeply, not wanting to build himself up too quickly, but how could he not? You were an erotic vision meant to torture him. The forbidden fruit he’d kill a man to devour.

He’d purposefully sent you the basket in hopes of winning your favor. Daemon knew you’d be waiting for Otto outside the small council room, and he seized his chance. Emely told him you showed great interest in going across the sea to the Free Cities, visiting the different lands and experiencing their culture. He’d personally tell there’s nothing special about them besides the endless summer and queer customs. But, he liked the idea of you visiting his manse outside the city. He’d drape you in fine silks and golden jewelry, give you a chamber with a large, comfortable bed and servants to attend to your every need. He’d spend his nights admiring your body, and enjoying you in every position possible. Laena might object, but he didn’t care. It’s not as if he loved you.

You and Emely only kissed for now. Your hand trailed down from her neck, to her shoulder and finally to her hand. He leaned against the wall and observed behind his wall. Emely cupped your cheek and brought you in for a deep kiss. Daemon looked down to see the dresses barely covered the both of you. The sheer fabric hardly covered your full breasts, and hinted at the nipples hardening when Emely’s hand brushed over them. Neither of you undressed the other. No, that was for Otto to see. Yet, you still ran your hands over the fabric on Emely’s body. He saw you kiss from her lips, giving the lower lip a small tug, before kissing her breasts. You cupped one of them gently, and pecked the nipple poking through the dress. Emely hummed in delight at this, giggling softly at your bold kisses. He wondered how long you two intended to tease each other. It’s not as if either of you knew when Otto would return. Emely returned the favor by grabbing both your breasts and sucking on them, still not removing your dress. Daemon wished it were him sucking your nipples. He wished it were him making you moan softly as his tongue swirled around them. Your pussy must be throbbing from Emely’s light kisses and touches. He watched you slide your hand up her thigh, her leaning back to let you lick her nipple, and placing your hand over her mound. Layers of clothes kept you from truly touching her, yet she whimpered all the same.

Then, the door finally opened and Otto stepped into the room. His eyes widened at the sight of you two on his bed. The two women smiled coyly at him, each of them still fondling the other.

“Evening, Husband,” you said first, no longer rubbing Emely’s sex but sitting up for him to see your body. “How was your meeting?”

“Long and tedious,” he sighed, his eyes taking in each of you. “What is the meaning of this, Y/N?”

What do you think, you bloody fool? Daemon scoffed quietly. If it were him, he wouldn’t be asking questions.

“You seemed tense before you went to His Grace,” you told him, “I thought Emely and I would make a nice ending to a long day.”

How sweet.

“How sweet,” he smiled wearily. “But, I’m afraid this old man doesn’t have the energy to spare for both of you tonight.”

“Then, would you like to watch?” you asked. “At least, for now?”

“Of course.”

You returned to kissing one another as Otto undressed, his eyes never leaving either of you. Daemon knew he’d need to be as quiet as possible now that Otto was here. He’d most definitely hear him if he made a sound. Wearing only his shirt, breeches, and boots still, Otto grabbed a chair to sit in front of the bed. Leisurely, he rested back to watch you and your handmaiden. He’d love to have that view to himself.

***

Otto guessed he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d hinted that you’d like Emely to join you both again, and as wonderful as it’d be, he didn’t have the time nor the stamina for it. He can go two or three rounds on good nights, but lately, no night has been good. King Viserys is becoming ever more ill, and any moment he might pass, and Rhaenyra would be queen. He knew the moment she did, there’d be war. Very few people will accept her as their queen. Otto made another attempt at pressing Viserys to name Aegon, his first born son, as his heir. If Rhaenyra ascends the throne, his children and grandchildren will be put to the sword.

You and Cedric will be far away before that happens.

For now, he planned to simply enjoy watching. That is, until he grows so hard he cannot help himself and must have you. Emely untied the knot holding your dress up, and gasped when it fell to your waist. Your tits had a tight hold on him. His body temperature rose and his heart beat faster whenever he saw them. Emely took both of them in her hands, and licked flat strips up each nipple. While she did this, you untied her dress to reveal her chest to him. He heard a small click, and you removed the beaded belt keeping her dress cinched at her waist. Emely then stood up so the flimsy dress fell off her body, showing off the rest of her figure. You each looked over at him as Emely straddled one of your thighs. He spotted your tongue licking at her breast while your hands grasped her ass from behind. You spread her cheeks so he could see her tight ass hole; a hole that he can tease while you licked her pussy. Emely groaned softly as you teased her.

“Smack it,” he said, his eyes unable to look anywhere else.

You obliged, giving Emely’s bottom a soft smack.

“Harder.”

You smacked it harder. You did this a few more times to each side; Emely yelped in surprise to each spank. His cock strained against the front of his trousers; it pushed against the lacings and begged to be let out. Not yet. He bit his fist when she stood you up, and undid the belt of your dress. Both of you entirely naked, you came together again and kissed. He groaned at nipples brushing against one another, and hands sliding down to each other’s sex. You whined when her hand slipped between your thighs, and he saw the circulating motion over your lips. You returned the touch, causing Emely to moan as she kissed your neck. You bent Emely over the bed, so her ass stuck out in the air while she hugged a pillow. Otto groaned seeing her pussy and ass splayed out for him to see. Having one hand around her to tease her clit, you spat over her ass to let it drip downwards. Emely’s moans filled the room when you started licking her ass hole. He imagined the pleasure that must be burning inside her. He wondered how long you two had been touching each other.

“Lick her cunt,” he ordered, palming his raging cock through his pants.

Sliding down onto your knees, you wagged the tip of your tongue on her from side to side. You placed yourself in a position to make it easy for him to see, and he thanked you for it. He rubbed his hand over his tip; he felt a wet spot seeping through the fabric when he did it, and it encouraged him further. He grabbed hold of himself and stroked what he could feel, grunting softly as he watched. Your tongue began moving faster, making Emely grind her hips onto your face; you took her whole clit in your mouth and hummed. He knew he loved it when you did it to him; the soft vibrations in your throat whenever he slid down far enough drove him wild. You kept doing this until Emely begged for more.

You climbed back onto the bed, laying horizontally as you put your left leg under her right, and your right leg over her left. You both scooted closer and closer before your sexes touched. Otto walked to the end of the bed, where he had a better view. He untied his lacings, seeing lips spread and sliding over each other whenever you both grinded together. Otto bent over your centers to spit at your pussy, helping it get wetter and therefore sliding easily against Emely’s. Your moans sounded so sweet and needy. Your pussy must be throbbing, and dying for release. He leaned forward and began rolling his tongue between the two moist clits brushing together. Each of you moaned louder at this, bucking your hips as he sucked up the juices flowing to the top. Otto finally pulled out his cock, and fisted it while he continued pleasuring both of you. You occasionally stopped so he may focus his attention on one woman at a time before letting you continue. He moved to stroke himself until your hand caught his member first. Otto groaned at the new sensation going through his body. He continued watching both of you rub together, his mouth hanging open at the delicious sight. It was when he was pinching her nipple that Emely came first. Her stomach and thighs tensed, and her mouth hung open as she desperately rutted against you. Neither you or Otto did anything, only keeping on with the same rhythm that had the handmaiden trembling all over. He looked down to see her cum, creamy and white, mixing with yours as you soon came after her. He couldn’t help it. He leaned down again to taste the mixture in front of him, making sure his tongue touched each sensitive bud to heighten your climax.

****

Daemon had seen many erotic things in his life, and watching two women was by far his favorite. Especially when he desired one of them so much. He listened to the mewling, desperate sounds coming from you before your climax. You looked most beautiful when you were cumming. He picked up the pace on his cock, but he wanted more. A deep, burning ache for a tight hole took over him. He squeezed himself tighter, keeping his eyes on the scene progressing in front of him, and imagined being in Otto’s place. You pushed him onto the bed, straddling his lap in reverse so he had a view of your ass. You began sliding your wet pussy over his raging cock. Oh, you little tease. His eyes scanned your body. He took in your luscious curves, outlined so well against the firelight nearby, and saw your ass rocking back and forth. He imagined Otto could see your pussy spread out over his thick cock. My, you must love riding him. He hoped you’d ride him some day.

Emely, her purpose clearly done for tonight, dressed herself again while watching you whirl over Otto’s stiff cock. He knew what he’d do. Daemon couldn’t have your hole, but he could have hers. He waited until she’d exited the room to jump out from his hiding place, using the panel on the opposite side of the landing to be in the corridor. Quickly, he grabbed Emely by her waist and dragged her inside. She gasped, but only for a moment, before she realized who it was. Daemon pushed her against the side of the small enclosure, pulled her dress up around her hips, and pressed his tip to her soaked entrance. He put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he slid fully inside. She bent forward to place her hands on the wall and spread her legs apart. She wanted this. She only served to liven up the couple’s sex life, not to fully be a part of it. Daemon would fix that for her.

“Won’t you…Won’t you let me put it in, Rosebud?” he heard Otto ask.

“Not yet,” you giggled. “I haven’t tasted it first.”

Daemon looked back into the room to see you kiss down Otto’s body to his groin. Your mouth immediately encompassed the tip, and you moaned softly. Emely’s tight sex clenched him while he shoved in and out of her. His body begged him to pound her, but he restrained himself. He’d enjoy the pleasure for as long as possible. At least until Otto started fucking you.

Then, it happened. The moment was brief, and he could be entirely wrong. But, as you licked up and down Otto’s shaft, you glanced over to where he stood. You must’ve remembered from the last time he watched you. Daemon held back a groan realizing this. Your eyes locked with his, whether you knew or not, as you tenderly sucked your husband’s cock. You made your moans audible even when reaching the back of your throat. You didn’t look very long, but whenever your head turned his way, you looked at him. Did you hope he was there, stroking himself to your body? He’d do it out in the open for you, if you liked.

The thought of barging in and fucking you in front of your husband made Daemon thrust into Emely faster. He kept watching you pleasure him with your mouth, grabbing your pussy as you did it. He’d lay right behind you, grabbing your hips, as he slammed into you. Otto would get the pleasure of your moans vibrating on him while Daemon enjoyed your pussy. He’d forget his feud with Otto for a few minutes if it meant getting a taste of you. He gazed down to where his body met Emely’s and dreamed of it being you.

When Otto appeared to have had enough, he maneuvered you onto your front and pulled your hips into the air. Good. The best part. Your husband leaned over, wrapping his hand around your throat as he brought you to him. Daemon saw him whispering in your ear, and you were almost unable to answer.

****

“You little slut,” he hissed into your ear, charging into you.

Your pussy, wet and hot, sucked him into your body every time he pushed inwards. His tip seemed to know where to hit instinctively. He kept his hand at your neck while he watched you looking over at the wall nearby. Daemon wasn’t the only one who knew of Maegor’s secret staircase. He used it several times himself. Not only to spy on you, but on anyone staying in his tower. During your walk, you wondered how he’d gotten into your bedchamber without using the door, and Otto told you. He said he’d have the pass blocked right away, yet you begged him now to. He then realized how much you enjoyed it. You explained it wasn’t because of Prince Daemon, but the thrill of being observed in general. You told him it reminded you of a performance, where all eyes stayed on you while you pleasured yourself or others. It made the experience more thrilling. He saw it even now. He noticed you arched your back a bit more, and stayed on your elbows so anyone watching could see your breasts move with the force.

This took him to a whole new level.

"You like him watching, don't you?" he growled, keeping himself deep inside. "Him standing in the shadows watching you be fucked like a whore. You must love the attention."

"Yes, I do,” you answered in sharp breaths.

"Say you like it," he let go of your neck and gripped your hips tightly. Keeping you in place, he started going faster, his balls slapping into your pussy each time. "Say you like it."

"I like it! I like it!" you cried in every thrust. "I like it so much. Please, let me…let…me…"

"Let you 'what'? Use your words."

"Let me keep doing it. Please. I love it so much. Please."

He’ll confess he’d prefer to rip Daemon from the wall and toss him out the window, but when his sweet rosebud makes a request, he cannot deny you. Anything. Otto knew boundaries would need to be drawn later. He knew you’d never allow Daemon anywhere near you, but he’d like to make it clearer to you. Sometimes, your appetite tended to run away with you, and only The Gods knew what you’d be doing otherwise. But, he liked that about you. Kissing up your back to your shoulder, he reached around for a pillow to place underneath you; a small cushion let you take weight off your arms without breaking the position. You braced yourself against it, planted on the mattress and submitted to him. Otto continued kissing across your shoulders, nipping and sucking while he listened to your moans elongate and crack. As always, when he has you naked, Otto can’t resist grabbing your tits. He wrapped his arms around you to cup them. His hands between the pillow and your chest, he let your hard nipples brush on his palms when they bounced. He knew the added pleasure will build up inside you.

He somewhat liked this. He knew Daemon desired you. He made no attempts to hide it whether Otto was present or not. His spies in the city told him Daemon took to visiting a prostitute who greatly resembled you. He saw how Daemon watched you from across rooms, and made excuses to see you. Otto believed he did it because of his loss. Daemon Targaryen did not like losing, and he’d “lost” to Otto when Gareth chose his old friend over a prince. It must be killing him to watch the object of his desires be pounded into the bed by someone else. He pictured the prince grinding his teeth and glaring at him right now. Otto grinned, looking down at your naked body, so tight and tense from your oncoming orgasm. You are a vision. You are everything Daemon wants and cannot have. He married Lady Laena Velaryon to keep bloodlines pure, but he wants you for pleasure. Otto couldn’t fathom the depraved, vile acts Daemon might make you perform if you became his. He need not marry you. Lots of men have mistresses outside of their marriages. You’d be the pretty pet he can take to bed whenever he wishes. Unfortunately, you never will be.

“You’re mine,” he grunted. “All mine.”

You knelt up until your body pressed to him, your head on his shoulder and your hands on top of his. “Yes,” you panted, “Yes, I am yours.”

“Say that louder,” he squeezed your breasts hard and thrusted up into you, “Say that louder.” ‘So he can hear you’.

“I’m yours,” you cried at the new angle, “I’m yours, Otto.”

“Get on top of me.”

He laid back on the bed, and let you straddle him quickly. Your pussy immediately found his tip and slid down it with ease. It’s as if you were made for one another. Otto felt it in his heart. You were meant to be his. He reached down between you for the center of your clit. He knew exactly what pattern to rub to make you squeal and giggle from the ticklish sensation. This time he didn’t stop. He wanted Daemon to see how easily he can undo you. He doesn’t need to be a strapping young man to make a beautiful woman climax over and over. Soon enough, he had you shuddering and digging your nails into his chest for a third time tonight. Even if he already felt weary, he’d keep going simply to show off to the man behind the wall. A distinct warmth hit his balls when he realized you were cumming so much, it leaked onto them.

“Look at the mess you’re making, sweetling,” he cooed, sitting up to kiss you as your orgasm softened, “All your cum dripping and smearing everywhere on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you pouted, “I’ll clean it up…if it pleases you, my lord.”

“It would please me,” he kissed your neck, sucking hard at the base until you whimpered. “It would please me greatly.”

****

Daemon nearly came twice seeing you underneath and on top of Otto. He couldn’t stop staring at your body. He couldn’t stop himself from wishing your father permitted him to marry you. Daemon told him repeatedly that he was the uncontested heir until such time his brother has a son. He rode a dragon, had a title and no wife or children. You’d be a queen one day, he told Lord Gareth, and yet the man still refused. He would’ve taken you to Dragonstone, where he’d make love to you constantly and keep you all to himself. He rammed himself into Emely’s throbbing cunt. She’d cummed long before him, her juices dripping down her thighs and thickly coating his cock. But, he didn’t care much for her comfort.

It was you he admired and desired so fiercely now. Yes, he’d hoped to marry Rhaenyra but she married Ser Laenor instead. He married Laena because at least he’d gain an alliance with Lord Corlys, especially after the Battle of the Stepstones. They’d been married for some time now; having two twin daughters and living in Pentos. Daemon only came back for business, and followed Lord Corlys to court in King’s Landing. It was by chance Rhaenyra’s nameday celebrations were in full swing when he showed up for the tourney. Chance brought you back into his sights. It brought blood flowing back to his groin. He felt younger than ever standing in front of you; seeing you naked, sweaty, and sucking Otto’s wet cock clean made him feel alive. He’s happy enough with Laena, but she doesn’t stoke the fires that you do. Not even Emely, with all her expertise and beauty, kindled the flames as much.

Your mouth. Gods, he loved your mouth. Those soft lips engulfing Otto’s tip looked delectable. He pictured them on him. He made Emely get to her knees, the woman shaky and drooling from the constant stimulation, and slid himself in her mouth. She sucked him hard and fast; she knew when he was close to bursting, and so would you. In his fantasies, you always knew what to do. He turned over to see you using your hand and mouth at the same time, causing Otto to let out a stream of curses and moans. You did the same in his dreams. You looked up at him with pretty, lust-filled eyes as you milked every drop from him. He’d spill it everywhere. He’d pump it down your throat or in your cunt or your ass. Wherever you wanted him to at that moment. Seeing you with Otto now, he guarantees the old man tries to do the same. He’d do anything to please his “little rosebud”.

You’re not a ‘rosebud’ to him.

You’re a ‘fireplum’.

You were the low hanging fruit grown in the groves of Highgarden. Looking like the average purple plum, once bitten into its fiery spices burst into your mouth. You might’ve fooled the court into thinking you’re a virtuous, proper lady, but he knew the truth. You’re far from a lady once your parts are properly warmed and ready for use. His use.

Daemon forced himself to remain quiet while his orgasm approached. He saw Otto’s body stiffen up, his hand clutching the sheets at his side while the other held you by the hair, and you kept your eyes on him. What a delicious sight you were. He’d love to have you sitting on his face while you sucked him dry; he’d tease and clean that oversensitive clit until you came again. When you whine, he’d tell you that he only meant to clean you and it’s not his fault you’re a insatiable cock slut. He focused on the fantasy until he reached his peak; the pleasure washed right over him, knocking him over into the wall behind him. He felt his own warmth surround him as it filled Emely’s mouth. On the other side of the wall, he heard Otto climax as well. He kept you firmly pressed against him and unloaded his seed in your throat. Daemon heard you struggle for a bit, gagging on the thick substance, but your knowledge kicked in right away. He saw how your throat gulped it all down. You’d do the same to him one day. Then, he’ll tell you to open your mouth so he can check if you swallowed all of it before you thank him for giving it to you.

Otto clearly wouldn’t let you rest any time soon. You wiped your mouth before he kissed you, not something Daemon expected from him. Kissing down your neck, he brought you down onto the bed and groped both your breasts. Daemon took deep breaths, his body heat making the stuffy space suffocating, and watched Otto continue kissing and fondling you. He kissed you so softly; touched you tenderly as he stayed between your thighs. Once again, he both saw you exchange words he couldn’t hear from his distance.

****

You loved being in his arms afterwards. Even with the sweat and fluids exchanged between you, you enjoyed Otto’s warmth and touch. However languid it was, it felt nice being taken care of afterwards. Otto’s semen left a special taste in your mouth, slightly salty and hot, which you continuously swallowed to have more of. Otto’s lips dotted across your shoulder and collarbone; his mustache and beard tickled your skin lightly considering he hadn’t trimmed it yet, which you liked.

“Otto,” you called him softly, wrapping your arms around him and tangling your hands in his hair, “Does it trouble you?”

“Only a tad,” he replied, stopping his kisses to look at you. “Only because it’s…Him…”

Emely admitted her betrayal a few days ago. After the prince broke into your chambers to touch you, you realized he must have some secret way of spying on you. When you brought this information to Emely in confidence, she suddenly burst into tears. She admitted to spilling your secrets to Prince Daemon, and that he’d spied on you through a passage in the walls. She told you how he asked her questions about you in exchange for gold; how he greatly desires you. So much so that he’s taken to stealing scraps of cloth you used to clean yourself with. A slight ache hit your chest hearing her confession, but you did not dismiss her. Not only because you enjoyed her company, but because she knew things about you that people might try exploiting. You encouraged her to keep on giving him what he wants. You learned to enjoy “performing” for him privately. You often touched yourself at night on the possibility he’d be there. If you keep enticing the prince, being the thing his cock desires most, he’ll do anything to get it. Perhaps one day, being a desirable object to the Rogue Prince might be beneficial to you and Otto.

Because, Otto owned your heart. Ever since your first meeting in Highgarden, when he arrived for the Harvest Moon Festival, you’ve wanted nobody but him. He met all your standards and exceeded your expectations. He’s gentle and kind to you; he respects your boundaries and listens to your worries. Otto loved you. You knew he did. The remarkable sex only made you want him more.

“We can always continue this in our own chamber,” you said, grinding yourself into him despite the tingling there, “Where you can have me all to yourself.”

Otto moaned into your next kiss, “As tempting as that offer is, my love, I’m afraid I must decline.”

You frowned, “Tired, love?”

“Extremely,” he nodded, rolling off you and laying on his back. You curled up next to him, settling underneath the sheets with him. “Prince Daemon does not live in Westeros anymore, but continues to be a thorn in my side. He married Lady Laena to strengthen ties with House Velaryon, yet moved across The Narrow Sea because his trick with Princess Rhaenyra did not work.”

“But that was so long ago.”

“Even so, I can tell he still covets the throne. Knowing The Prince, he’ll weasel his way into getting it.”

“Why does it bother you so?” you asked him, seeing the creases in his face harden as his expression did.

“Daemon will be Maegor reborn, or worse, if he should ever take the throne. Should The Gods work their mysterious ways to place him at Rhaenyra’s side, he will no doubt rule through her. He’s gained a lot of influence on her, especially after the brothel incident.”

“That and he’ll take your place as Hand of the King, and we’ll go back to Oldtown.”

“We?”

“I am your wife,” you grinned, kissing his jawline. “Cedric and I go wherever you go.”

He scoffed, “As if Daemon would allow that.” He took one of your hands in his, and gave a soft squeeze, “I’m certain the man will have me beheaded, then take you as his paramour. If we’re lucky, he’ll let Cedric live. He has no ties to the throne. He doesn’t challenge Rhaenyra’s claim in any way.”

“Your grandsons and granddaughter do,” you replied.

“They do.” He squeezed your hand absentmindedly, “She’ll slaughter them all. She must, if she wishes to remain unchallenged.”

“Then why won’t The King name Aegon or Aemond his heir instead?”

“Because he’s a fool who favors his daughter more than the rest of his children,” he said. “A woman has never sat The Iron Throne before, and I doubt the lords of this land will allow one too without protest. Her being named heir caused ripples throughout the realm that Viserys did not foresee, and I doubt he will be around to witness them himself…Lucky fool…” He looked over at you, “When the day comes that things change, I want you to take Cedric and go to Highgarden.”

“Highgarden?”

‘Your father will protect you. You’re safer with your family.”

“I’m safer with you.”

“I will not be able to leave King’s Landing. I must stay by Aegon’s side, and try to guide him through his rule,” he said. “And if you remain here…”

You cut him off with a kiss. You let the kiss deepen before pulling away. “Let us not dwell on Daemon Targaryen and the things he ‘might’ do one day,” you said, putting your leg over Otto’s and curling up to him, “And focus on the present which involves the both of us staying here, talking of more pleasant things until we fall asleep.”

“Fair,” he answered in a kiss, “How was Cedric today?”

“Very well. He’s drinking more milk now so the maester says his indigestion might have passed.”

“Good. Aeda says he doesn’t cry as much.”

The two of you continued talking about your son and your days before Otto drifted off to sleep. The creeping thought of one day having to leave his side kept you from sleeping. King’s Landing was not your favorite place in the world. Otto’s presence made it more tolerable. As much as you’d love to go home to Highgarden, it wouldn’t feel the same if Otto didn’t join you. You refused to entertain the thought of losing him. Otto is a strong, cunning man. He’d find a way. You gently pecked his cheek, and shut your eyes. Daemon Targaryen might desire you, but Otto Hightower loved you. You’d never leave him without a fight.

****

He dismissed Emely right when he finished, fishing for coins to hand her before sending her on her way. Daemon stayed in his hiding spot to rest while watching you and Otto underneath the covers. He remembered what he said about Otto’s heavy sleeping, so he felt no worry when he stepped out of the place. Unlike before, you did not roll away from Otto, but instead curled up beside him. You looked so peaceful in sleep. He couldn’t help envying the man again.

Daemon walked over to the bed and stood on your side. Carefully, he lifted the sheet slightly to see your bare backside there. He bit his bottom lip seeing the plump bottom right in front of him. He positioned his hand like Otto’s, and cupped one buttock. He did not squeeze you, however, since he knew any pressure might wake you up. But, he couldn’t resist sliding his hand further down to your thighs. Daemon’s jaw dropped in a silent groan when his fingertips caught a bit of wetness. He paused when he thought he heard you stirring, but continued once you settled. Your sex rested right on Otto’s thigh. You could easily begin humping him if you wanted. Daemon knew if he were Otto, he’d let you ride his leg like a bitch in heat any time you wished. Daemon licked his fingertips, tasting your wetness on them, before he rose from the bed.

He’d have you one day. He didn’t know when, but he’d have you as his. The best part? You’ll want him back.

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can you do a fic where meadow has a stomach flu and ends up having really bad diarrhea and vomiting. Maybe she has to run off stage but she ends up having an accident and gets comforted by one of her coworkers, an significant other or a friend because of how sick she is

tw for emeto, fever, scat (in conjunction with emeto), stomach virus

fun fact: novak is connected to meadow! well, by a few degrees separation but you know its fine

Friday nights were always the busiest at Whiskey Creek Tavern. Meadow knew that. Arizona and Allie had taught her that. Even April taught her that.

Meadow loved Friday nights though. She really did. The energy in the tavern was always bright and energetic, and for being what it was, most of the people who came in were very respectful and there were rarely belligerent drunks and disrespectful patrons.

Meadow also loved the energy of Friday nights to perform. She loved Friday nights. Most Friday nights anyway. She was, however, worried about tonight.

It started this morning, when she woke up with her stomach in knots. Tea didn't help, in fact it made her stomach worse. About an hour before Meadow was supposed to leave for work, she found herself in the bathroom, shaky and queasy as she brushed her teeth.

Her stomach turned. She stood over the toilet, spitting. She didn't vomit, she felt like she needed to. Or needed something, anything.

Her lower stomach cramped. She had to sit down on the toilet. A violent spell of diarrhea left her shaking even worse.

She was late. Fifteen minutes, actually. April didn't mind though. Maybe she knew Meadow wasn't feeling well

As the afternoon stretched into evening, the tavern came alive. There were people, ordering food and ordering drinks. Local musicians took turns on the stage. They played originals, did covers, kept the crowd engaged. At one point, someone turned on a football game. Meadow caught a few moments, smiling as she recognized the quarterback of one of the teams.

Number 17. Landon. Her brother.

She waited tables, cleaned them, and for a bit thought maybe, just maybe, she could forget she was even feeling questionable in the first place.

But then after leaning over to clean a table, her floral corset seemingly digging into her stomach, Meadow had to excuse herself to the bathroom. More diarrhea, she had to grab the bathroom trash bin to heave, though it was all dry. It took her a good ten minutes to get herself back in order.

As Meadow composed herself in the bathroom, trying to push past the waves of nausea and discomfort, she couldn't shake the worry that Landon would notice something was wrong. She took a deep breath, splashing cool water on her face to quell the queasiness.

When she returned to the bar, she spotted Landon sitting at a table near the stage, surrounded by friends and fans. His presence brought a mix of pride and anxiety to Meadow's heart. She wanted to greet him with a smile, to show him that she was fine, but the persistent ache in her stomach made it challenging to mask her discomfort.

Her and Landon didn't see each other much. He was always busy, raining and leading his team and traveling for games. He had his life, he had his friends. As did Meadow.

Meadow forced herself to focus on her tasks, refilling glasses and taking orders with a practiced ease. The evening wore on, the lively atmosphere of the bar contrasting with the turmoil inside Meadow. She stole glances at Landon whenever she could, a mix of admiration and apprehension swirling in her mind.

At one point, Landon caught her eye and waved her over. Meadow plastered on a smile, ignoring the twinge of nausea that threatened to resurface.

"Hey sis, great to see you!" Landon greeted her with a warm hug as Meadow tried not to flinch at the pressure on her stomach. "How's it going?"

"Hey Landon, good to see you too!" Meadow replied, mustering all her strength to appear cheerful. "Just another busy night at the bar."

"That corset really brings out your eyes," A blond guy with long hair said to her.

"Novak, dude," Landon said, "That is literally one of the gayest things I've heard you say."

"My girlfriend is a figure skater," Novak said, "She's trained me in observing aesthetics. And my mom is an artist, so again, aesthetics."

"The fact you know the word 'aesthetic' and can use it correctly does not help your case bud," Landon said.

Landon glanced at her, his keen eyes narrowing slightly. "You sure you're okay? You look a little pale."

Meadow forced a laugh, brushing off his concern. "Oh, you know me, always working too hard. I'm fine, really."

But as she turned to attend to other customers, the discomfort in her stomach intensified. She struggled to maintain her composure, the urge to rush to the bathroom becoming harder to ignore.

After a particularly long wait at the bar, Meadow excused herself under the guise of checking on something in the back. She hurried to the bathroom, her steps unsteady as she fought the urge to be sick again.

As she leaned over the sink, trying to calm her racing heart, she heard a knock on the door.

"Meadow, are you okay in there?" Landon's voice carried concern through the door.

Meadow took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding. "Yeah, just... not feeling my best tonight. I'll be out in a minute."

She splashed more water on her face, hoping to hide the strain in her voice when she emerged from the bathroom. But as she returned to the bar, she knew that keeping up the facade of wellness was becoming increasingly difficult.

As Meadow tried to focus on her tasks, the discomfort in her stomach escalated. She couldn't shake off the feeling of nausea, and every movement felt like a struggle. Despite her best efforts to push through, she knew that something was wrong.

When it was time for her to perform on stage, Meadow summoned all her strength and determination. She took a deep breath, strumming her guitar and starting her set. But as the first notes escaped her lips, a wave of dizziness hit her like a freight train.

She stumbled mid-song, the room spinning around her as she struggled to perform. She never struggled to perform. Not like this.

"I'm so sorry," Meadow managed to gasp, her voice strained with effort. "I need... I need to go."

Houston, another musician who often performed at the bar, stepped in seamlessly, taking over the stage as Meadow hurried towards the bathroom.

But Meadow didn't make it far. The combination of nausea, dizziness, and weakness overwhelmed her. She covered her mouth, but liquid spurted out from behind her hand, on the wall.

Someone cursed. Meadow felt someone's hands on her. She wanted to punch, to fight, something. She didn't trust people putting their hands on her. But she saw him.

Blond hair. He was tall. His hair was long. Well, past his shoulders she supposed, longer than she usually saw. The guy from the table. Noah? Nick? Meadow couldn't remember.

"Meadow, what happened? Are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Meadow could barely speak, her body wracked with spasms of nausea and pain. She stumbled towards the bathroom with his support, but before she could reach the relative privacy of the restroom, she doubled over, unable to hold back any longer.

"Okay, here, in there," He had said, "I'm going to get Landon for you, you probably trust him more than me."

Meadow stumbled into the bathroom. She needed to get to the toilet. She was going to vomit. She'd been feeling it all day and now it was happening.

Her corset felt like it was clawing her gut, she gagged. Her stomach seized. A thick wave of vomit splattered into the toilet. She felt her hair sticking to her face. Her stomach lurched again. She felt something. Her stomach pulled, and as embarrassing as it was, she felt something in her pants she wore under her skirt.

In a panic, she pulled everything down. She pulled off the pants, but the skirt stayed in her lap. If someone came in the last thing she wanted was to be naked.

Meadow's breaths came in ragged gasps as she leaned over the toilet, her body trembling with the force of the sickness. The bout of diarrhea had only exacerbated her already unsettled stomach, and now she was faced with a messy and humiliating situation.

Desperation fueled her actions as she tried to manage the chaos erupting within her body. With her corset digging into her abdomen and her hair clinging to her sweaty forehead, Meadow's mind raced with thoughts of how to handle the situation discreetly.

As another wave of nausea hit her, Meadow's instincts kicked in. She used her skirt as a makeshift catch for her vomit, the fabric quickly becoming stained and soaked with the mess. She grimaced, the embarrassment of the situation washing over her.

She felt more vomit rushing up her throat, but that time she was able to grab the trash can. She was such a mess, she knew she was. It was a humiliating and agonizing experience as Meadow was sick from both ends, her body wracked with the violent upheaval of whatever had been ailing her all evening.

"Landon, hey," Novak said, looking over his shoulder and back to Landon, "The girl with the flowers in her hair…"

"Yeah, Meadow," Landon said, "My sister. She just left the stage-"

"She's sick," Novak said, "Like, really sick."

"What do you mean she's-"

"Like Sacramento," Novak said, "She looked and sounded every bit as bad as I was in Sacramento."

"Wait but you were like, dying," Landon said.

"Yeah, swear you threw up half your body weight," Henry said, "Not to mention, you know, everything el-"

Landon smacked Henry upside the head.

"I'm well aware," Novak said, "And thoroughly traumatized. But, seriously. Your sister seems real sick."

"I'm the last person that should help her. I love her but she's closer to the Dixon's," Landon said, "I'll grab Arizona. Thanks."

Landon got up, going to hunt down Arizona.

Landon's heart raced with worry as Novak's words sank in. He had seen Novak battle through illness before, and if Novak was comparing Meadow's condition to that experience in Sacramento, it was serious.

"Henry, keep an eye out for her," Landon instructed, his voice tight with concern. "Novak, you okay?"

Novak nodded, but the concern in his eyes mirrored Landon's own worry. "I'll be fine. Just... keep an eye on her, okay?"

Landon nodded, already planning his next steps. He knew Meadow well enough to sense when something was seriously wrong, and Novak's comparison to Sacramento had set off all his alarms.

He hurried through the crowded bar, weaving between tables and patrons, until he spotted Arizona chatting with a group of regulars near the entrance. Arizona was like a sister to Meadow, always looking out for her and offering support in times of need.

"Arizona, I need your help," Landon said, his urgency evident in his tone as he approached her.

Arizona's smile faltered as she registered the seriousness in Landon's expression. "What's wrong? Is it Meadow?"

Landon sighed, "I don't know. Novak said he saw her go into the bathroom and says she's really sick, so."

"Yeah, her leaving the stage like that was concerning," Arizona said.

Together, Landon and Arizona made their way to the bathroom where Novak had last seen Meadow. The bar's bustling ambiance seemed to fade into the background as they focused on reaching Meadow as quickly as possible.

When they arrived at the bathroom, Landon knocked gently on the door. "Meadow, it's Landon and Arizona. Can we come in?"

There was a moment of silence before Meadow's weak voice replied, "Yeah, come in."

"Just wait here," Arizona said, "Just in case."

Landon nodded.

"Meadow, sugar, what's going on?" Arizona's voice was tinged with concern, her Appalachian dialect adding a comforting familiarity to her words.

Meadow took a deep breath, trying to steady herself despite the churning in her stomach. "I don't rightly know, Arizona. Woke up this mornin' feelin' like a hound dog's chew toy. Thought I could make it through the day, but seems like my insides had other plans."

Arizona's brow furrowed with worry as she glanced at Landon, who stood nearby with a concerned expression. "You been sick all day?"

Meadow nodded weakly. "Couldn't keep anythin' down since this mornin'. Tried teas, crackers, even that ginger ale trick folks swear by. Nothin' seemed to settle my stomach."

Landon frowned, his worry deepening. "Maybe we should get you to a doctor, Meadow. This sounds serious."

Meadow shook her head adamantly, her stubborn streak shining through despite her discomfort. "No hospitals, Landon. Ain't nothin' they can do for a stomach virus 'cept tell ya to rest and hydrate."

Arizona placed a comforting hand on Meadow's shoulder. "She's right, Landon. Sometimes these things just gotta run their course. You wanna take her home and look after her?"

"Yeah," Landon nodded, "I'll get her, don't worry."

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #fever tw #emetophilia #fever cw #scat tw #scat cw

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If Steven Universe had a twin brother son of….Yellow Diamond

James ‘Jim’ Kirk Diamond - Son of Yellow Diamond

Fandoms: SU + Star Trek AOS

Looks:

• Same as canon but with yellow diamond on his upper chest.

Personality:

Kind

Caring

Intelligent

Stubborn

Brave

Determined

Serious

Funny at times (mostly sass/sarcasm)

Powers:

Manipulates/Bends electricity

Bubble shield (Like Steven)

Speed of Descent Regulation (Like Steven)

Self healing (Like Steven)

Superhuman strength/speed/durability ( Like Steven)

Healing sweat (brothers of spit and sweat ha)

Skills:

Hand to hand combat

Self defense

Sword fighting

Guitar (both acoustic & electric) + piano

Singing

Gem Weapon: Sword (basically sort of a lightsaber, only it’s more light than saber. Looks like a steel sword with a yellow glowing edge to it.)

Family:

Sunny (Yellow Pearl)

Steven (Twin Brother) (Steven is oldest by five minutes)

Pearl

Garnet

Amethyst

Lapis

Peridot (Older sibling/cousin(?))

Greg (Uncle)

Lion

Halo (Pet) (Yellow Tiger)

Crush: Spock

Backstory:

Yellow Diamond left to Earth secretly, a couple years after the final attack with Blue and White on Earth.

Stayed in hiding there, realizing the beauty of Earth, and not wanting to go back to Homeworld because of said realization. Therefore, ordered her colonies to disband, and regroup on a pair of planets on the other side of the galaxy near Earth (a two day trip to and back).

Of course due to pride, it took much longer than she could have with her power to do it all.

Years later, she meets George Kirk, and the two bond over time. Eventually her wanting to give him a gift, a child.

Course it took even longer to come to that conclusion. She still didn’t like humans and organic life as a whole, but she could tolerate/see aspects Pink did to want to let them be.

Though children drooling/spitting up/boogers is her limit of toleration. One reason she decided to give George a child, was in hope by being part gem, their child would less likely do such things….or at least the latter two.

So she had a child, and ironically Steven was born just minutes prior.

Jim though, was still born in space as canon.

George was part of Starfleet, and had a mission which allowed him to invite Yellow for the first time.

He’d already meet her colony, now co-living on a pair of twin planets and his old farmhouse in Iowa.

He figured his captain was taking them on a journey passing by said planets, that the pair travel before settling down on one of said planets.

Said planets are on the other side of the Milky Way, about a 3 day trip to and back. Not seen in Homeworld’s view.

They plan for their kid to get both gem and human education, with other galactic education added when available.

George knew Yellow would not be able to be around when their kid was to be born, so the two prepared as much as possible till said day. Yellow made many videos and wrote a lot of letters to give to Jim throughout his lifetime, a video and letter given after every birthday.

Her colonies helped as well. While it took awhile for them all to get used to said reality, they all pitched in and in turn grew to love Jim when he did come into the world.

Sunny could tell it was his infectious smile that got the colony wrapped around his tiny hands.

Things go wrong though after the canon space birth. Just as the escape pod was about to reach Earth’s surface (Sunny planned a scout ship ahead hours ago after the attack to come pick them up to head to the colony planets), it began to malfunction.

Everyone on board survived, but Sunny poofed.

Jim got lost in the hustle after everyone was brought to land, and so the scout ship Rubies only had a poofed gem to be given.

Of course the Rubies alerted the colonies, and more and more scout ships were sent to Earth to search for their new Diamond.

It wasn’t till days later, security footage from the damaged ship showed a lone human female taking the bundled Diamond boy.

Jim was a sickly baby, and doctors suspected it was due to the crash, kidnapping, and trauma of being born in literal space that caused such to occur.

Years later, Jim isn’t sickly anymore, but he does have a ton of allergies like in canon.

Sunny reforms after a suspect of Jim’s kidnapping was found.

Winona….Sunny began to hate that name.

He was found six weeks later, and Sunny just stashed him in a blanket and head back to the colonies. Leave Pike to do the legal work.

It wasn’t till Jim was around four, that another kidnapping occur. It took a year to get him back this time. He was on Tarsus IV.

The colony was in chaos during his kidnapping period, and almost at times urged to lay war on Earth, but Sunny thankfully shot them down of the idea.

It didn’t help when Sunny came to bring bring Jim home, did she have second thoughts on said invasion.

Malnourished, skin and bones practically, not to mention dirt and grim everywhere.

The worst though was his cracked gem.

Almost completely cracked before he got healed back on one of the colonies planets.

He never spoke of what went down on the planet. But Sunny could tell from the ashen fields that once had crops, the stench of death and decay, and the haunted look in his eyes, a guess of what did.

She didn’t glance at Pike or the actual reports of what Jim told them (meek, shallow voice devoid of emotion yet raw pain). She knew he didn’t speak of everything.

Not even in the book he made of his experience. But enough that the public isn’t too goodie goodie with Starfleet (since apparently Winona was released from prison early for good behavior, but then decided to kidnap Jim again, but this time sent him as far away as she could to get the suspicion off her.)

So no way Starfleet was going to tell the entire truth of the occurrence if it meant a dent in their reputation.

Well too bad Jim was a genius hacker, and basically shared his story to the galaxy without tracing any of it back to him. Starfleet purses him, but he’s got an army of family to defend him and besides…some journalist could have overheard such an event and investigated more. Either way, Starfleet had to back off but has held a grudge on him since it did leave a bad taste of their organization to the rest of the galaxy.

Jim and Steven meet around the time he released his story, which timeline was a year after said event.

Despite Sunny’s worry, the two got along really well, and basically became brothers the moment they meet.

Jim helped Steven train his human and gem self, self defense to figuring out his gem powers.

Jim might have had a chuckle whenever Steven finally figured it out of his powers connecting to his emotions (Episode where he learns of his floating powers basically).

Because Jim was around, Steven wasn’t naive as in canon, but that didn’t stop him from acting nice to Lars and others.

Yeah, despite Lars sort of getting along with Steven (the Homeworld stuff didn’t happen to him, since Jim pushed him out of the ship while he and Steven gave themselves up), he never fully trusted him.

He’s best friends with Sadie though.

Once Steven’s corruption event happened, well, let’s just say Jim might of looked thrown back into his Tarsus IV mode.

The corruption didn’t last long.

Jim’s own corruption didn’t happen till years later.

Years later, Steven has become an author, and Jim decides to be a captain of a gem ship of explorers.

Instead of Starfleet, Jim decided to form his own exploration group.

At first, consisting of Steven (who writes on the side and is the assigned medic), Connie (on the side is the human ambassador of Homeworld who takes calls virtual and stuff), and the Off color gems.

They eventually get the distress signal from Vulcan (let’s say a Vulcan from another time found out of Jim’s gem life), and went to help.

They managed to stop Nero from destroying Vulcan, with both Steven and Jim using their bubble power to shield the planet from Nero’s red matter.

It instead hits Nero’s ship, and causes the ship to get sucked into a black hole.

Which causes the twins to split up, with Steven and the Off Colors using their bubble powers to hold the black hole from sucking up anything else, and Jim to Vulcan’s surface to help with any rescues.

Jim manages to save Amanda before she falls, which happens to lead him to appearing on the Enterprise.

It’s there, Spock and him lock eyes on the transporter.

Pike meanwhile (because of the gem’s help he was delayed from getting on Nero’s ship) wasn’t surprised yet was to see the kid after all these years. Jim falling in love with his first officer didn’t phase him, he just wondered how Sunny was going to take all this.

Sunny was livid. Basically shouted at Pike through the screen while Pearl joined in as well, which made Pike wish for a moment he stopped Jim from helping out on the mission.

Amythest, meanwhile is in the background laughing like crazy, with Peridot looking at her confused.

Lapis was just glad the two were okay.

Garnet just shrugged when Pike asked if she predicted the distress signal and alerted Jim of it.

Hence, the new generations of Starfleet are taught the history of gems, and just why Pike has to take aspirin after meeting with the boys (minus the Tarsus IV thing, Jim may of used his initials JT instead of his real name, but he didn’t want anyone to guess).

Spock, along with the Enterprise crew (+ Cupcake & Scotty) eventually resign from Starfleet, and join Jim’s exploration organization (which still needed a name, but Peridot was persistent she’d make the name so it might be awhile. So the Crystal Crew can work for now…).

Funding? Well it helped part of the crew had an ambassador and the son of another ambassador. Money was just fine for them.

The Sunflower colonies (YD colonies) became both the central home of the exploration organization, but also an education place, which future applicants of the organization with kids could apply them and have constant communication and more time to spend with said kids as it’s a key stopping point before and after every mission.

Jim and Spock eventually marry, ironically have a double wedding with Steven and Connie.

Of course Garnet knew Jim and Spock were t’hy’la, but she wasn’t going to not not have a human wedding for Jim too.

Jim and Spock eventually have a pair of twins (surrogate or idk something). With Vulcan ears and hair, but with bright blue eyes and mixed green/red blood. Alongside partial gem dna, but only enough to create bubbles/healing tears. They already get enhanced everything body wise from Vulcans, like strength.

Despite Spock and Sarek’s argument, Sunny and Amanda spoil them. Jim and Steven just watch from afar and laugh, Connie shaking her head as she lets their little boy go play with his twin cousins.

Trivia

Spock has compared Jim’s “bright yellow form” to the sun. Which makes Jim blush even brighter than the sun.

Jim may or may not have used his stretching gem powers to have saved the day a lot. And maybe for other activities with a certain Vulcan in private.

Khan does appear like in canon, only things change, like Pike doesn’t die (Steven to the rescue alongside Connie cause ambassador will of course be in the meeting), Jim can indeed hit hard at Khan without breaking a sweat, and Jim more poofs than dies in the radiation chamber. Not that it stops Spock from going feral on Khan.

Beyond…eh if you want more flood my inbox with ideas and scenarios!

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 1 year

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"We Stick Together."

The bellowing roar of the mutated creator rang through the arena, its clawed hand being thrown into the air, before it brought it down, and slammed it right into its victim.

"Oh-! And The Demi-God is thrown straight into the side of the arena!" The commentator shouted into his mic, and yet you could almost hear the smile in his voice. "He's gonne feel that in tue morning."

Magdeline leaned over the ledge from where she sat in the seats with Big Mama and her many bodyguards and butlers, her eyes widening in fear. The young girl immediately turned to the Spider Yokai.

"Big Mama, you have to stop! What if he gets hurt!" The girl said, her hold on the bar tightening as her eyes practically begged for Big Mama's sympathy.

The Yokai took a sip of her tea, simply smiling to herself as she looked at the liquid in content. "My sweet Turtley-Boo, your brother chooses to go into the ring at will, he chooses whether to live another duddely-day, or die tonight. It is not my choice, it is his."

Magdeline couldn't help but frown, fighting back the dirtiest glare she could manage in hopes as to not aim it toward Big Mama... Until she was turned away from her at least, looking back to the arena and staring at the limp body that lay right in the center, the creature circling it.

"Come on, David... Get up." She whispered, praying to the Spirits above that'd he'd just flinch or something, any sign that he was still with them.

David's hand clawed at the ground, weakly hoisting himself up, to look up from where he face planted, fresh blood pooling out of his nose and dripping down his chin. He gritted his teeth, tasting the metallic crimson liquid on his tongue as well.

It hurt to breath, it hurt to move- hell it all hurt, but he just didn't care at this point, he was too pissed off. His brown eyes made contact with the cat-like ones across, a dark glower behind his that the return took at a threat, hissing and baring its green fangs.

He weakly stood up, stumbling a bit, but he stayed firm, clutching his Yari tightly, getting in a fighting stance.

The crowd cheered loudly, seeing this was a sign the show wasn't over just yet.

"And it seems our spit-fire warrior is still rocking and ready to roll! Will this night end in victory? Or bloodshed?"

The creature hissed one final time, before it sprinted straight toward David. The speed nearly caught him off guard, the the retracting claws were his wakeup call, swiftly dodging the razor sharp things by stepping to his left and spinning on his heel to face it.

The creature was ready, however, seeing it missed him, it spun quickly around, using its tentacles tail to ram right into David's stomach, causing his to be thrown back.

He grunted, doing a few flips as he slammed right into the ground once more, but he quickly flipped back up on his feet- only to be met with the creature with his teeth bared, heading straight at him.

He didn't have time, his legs quaked underneath him, he had lost his breath- there was no time in avoiding it.

He only had time to let out a sharp gasp before the creature spun and kicked him, just enough to put him in the air and then slam its paw right into his back. The strength of this beast sent David into the air- high, and far of the ground, once he hit to dirt floor, it would be fatal.

The world moved in slow motion to Magdeline, watching her brother quickly ascend, screaming, and then slowly descend back to the ground, the creature awaiting.

"David!!!" Magdeline screamed, reaching a hand out toward the arena, like he would take her hand that was millions of feet away, like he could hear her scream over the adoring crowd, who acted like this was the greatest thing they had ever come to during the apocalypse.

It was like she blinked, and he was laying flat on the ground once more, body fully limp and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, before letting out a rasped groan, and he was out.

It went quiet in an instant, the crowd stopped to watch what would happen next. The creature circled its prey, looking for any life left in him, before it could feast.

"Get up, David..." Magdeline whispered, making sure her eyes didn't leave the limp body sprawled on the ground below. Big Mama watched this, and she watched I carefully- just in case Magdeline tried anything with that rogue-mind set her brother had implemented in her brain.

Big Mama quickly snapped her claw, getting the attention of a Lion body guard to her side, quickly turning his head toward her. She simply pointed her finger at Magdeline, showing he should be ready to grab her at any time. The lion gave a firm nod, stepping closer to Magdeline, but she was too focused on her brother to notice.

"Get up..." She repeated, hugging the tea tray she had served to Big Mama earlier to her plastron, like it was some stuffy she could squeeze tight whilst stuck in a nightmare.

And yet this nightmare was real, and it was just about ready to end in the worse way possible.

David was unmoving- not yet dead but with the injuries he had (and, you know, a giant beast readying to destroy you) it was obvious he was weaker, and an easy target. The curious growl that emitted from the beast throat shook the ground slightly, watching as it watched David, but it still kept its distance just in case.

A sharp gasp cut throat the air, David taking in a deep breath before letting out a gurgle cough, but he stayed laying in the ground, in and out of consciousness.

That was the beasts cue- but it was also Magdeline’s.

It growled, it's lips curling almost into some sick grin, it's tail flicking back and forth in a playful manner. Immediately, it lunged, running toward the body that had yet to fight back, only urging it to move quicker.

Unhinging it's saw, pink saliva pooling from it's out, wavered over David's body, a low growl emitting from it's chest.

'WHAM!'

It let put a screech at the sudden sharp pain to the side of it's head, leaping to the side away from where it had been hit. It clawed vigorously at its face, trying to ease the lingering pain of what had hit it.

It's eyes opened to see a now dented tea tray, sniffing it in confusion.

"Stop her!"

"She's getting away-!"

"Don't let her get into the arena!"

Magdeline swiftly dodged the Body guards that had all appeared right behind her as soon as Big Mama saw the tray fly through the stadium.

It was obvious now all eyes were on the ruckus, whispering and noises of confusion filling the arena. Maggie quickly missed the open arms of the lion Yokai, jumping on his head as leverage as she jumped off the legs, sent flying outside.

She quickly caught herself as best she could, sliding on the rail guard that led all the way down to the center if the arena.

She tried missing the hands that leapt put to try and grab her, but it caused her to lose focus and balance, missing a large hand that went for her leg, Makin her topple and slip right into the fighting rink, falling into the dirt with a yelp.

A large gasp filled the area, sudden fear taking place over the blood thirsty excitement from earlier. Magdeline groaned a bit, hugging her side as she lifted herself up as best as possible to see her brother not to far from where she laid.

"I'm coming... Davi!" She rasped, weakly picking herself up and beginning to run, I'll admit with a bit if a limp as she reached toward his body with outstretched hands.

She practically threw herself onto David, shielding him from the monster she had sensed was charging back, wanting more. She screwed her eyes shut, hiding her face in his chest, hearing his weak heartbeat causing her to feel sick.

It's roar made her want to cover her ears- it was so much louder when you were the fighter and not the one watching. The ground shook even more, or was it just her body quaking in fear?

"STOP!"

Big Mama's voice rang through, you could practically see her eyes glowing with pure rage from where she laid at her perch.

The creature was suddenly restrained by metallic tendrils flying out from the walls, and clicking into some collar it wore, reeling it back. It struggled of course, hissing and clawing at the air in from of it, but it couldn't fight back as it was dragged away, back into its cage behind closed doors, its screeches getting quite and quite, until they stopped.

Magdelines eyes immediately opened, lifting herself up and looking at her brother, picking up his head and moving it around, inspecting him.

"David? David! Please wake up, you have to tell me if you're okay!" She pleaded, moving away the bloody curls so she could see his face. No response.

"Please..." She whispered hopelessly, hugging him tightly as she hid her face atop his head and in his hair.

"Young, lady, why I never-!" Big Mama marched into the fighting rink with not all of herself collected, it was obvious the anger she was emitting, you could pactically see it with how the body guards that followed avoided her line of eye nervously.

"That is the last time you ever pull such a studdly-stunt in my presence ever! I should have you locked in your room for-"

"Big Mama, please! Davi's hurt and needs to be treated!" Magdeline looked up to see Big Mama towering over her, teeth bared and all eight eyes squinted in anger.

"My dear Turtley-Boo, I've said it before, and I shall say it once more, your brother-"

"Big Mama! He's my big brother, I can't lose him.." Maggie held him like there was no tomorrow, her iron grip on the boy would have to take ten bodyguards to pry her off, she wasn't budging so easy.

Big Mama clicked her tongue, eyes narrowing, but she didn't say anything- she didn't know what to say. She just had this staring contest with the small turtle, hers threatening, and Magdelines pleading.

Maggie hugged her brothers head to her chest, resting hers atop his and looking up at Big Mama with gleaming eyes, lip trembling and large tears threatening to fall.

The Spider Yokai looked at David for a moment, seeing the quick and weak breaths the boy was taking, his mouth slightly opened as weak rasps could be heard in the thick silence.

She didn't know if it was the state her Champion she had grown quite well to in critical condition, or it were Magdelines big dough eyes that made her brain come to a stutter, turning away from Magdeline, not daring to look her in the eye any longer.

"You may patch him up in the lockers but after that, straight to your room." Big Mama ordered sternly, pointing out of the stadium as an order.

Maggie felt some iron band around her chest burst, causing a wave of relief to fall onto her. She thankfully cried, hiding her face in her brother's hair. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She spoke gratefully, getting no response in return but she knew Big Mama meant well... In her own kind of way.

------- "I had everything under control, Maggie." David grumbled, tossing the red stained rag into the bucket if warm water, pacing angrily around the room.

David was seething over one of his many losses of this month in the fighting rink, this was just the cherry on top that sent the whole think spiraling down, and he snapped.

He gritted his teeth, stopping to kick at a locker feircly, the clanging echoed through the locker room, causing Magdeline to flinch, quickly fetching the rag once more and wringing it out, following after her face paced brother where ever he walked.

"You were dying, Davi! I had to do something!" She argued back, holding out the rag to try and reach a cut on his arm.

"By getting yourself killed!?" He shouted, pulling away and turning to face her fully, clrnching his fists. Magdeline took a step back, brows furrowing, "Big Mama wouldn't let that happen to me! She would, however, not blink an eye if it was to you. I-I had to do something!"

David scoffed, flopping down onto the wooden bench, hunching over as he fixed the bandages wrapped on his arms, muttering a string of curses.

"I don't need help, I don't care if I die in that damn rink."

The statement caused Madgelines eyes to widen, gasping as she held the rag close to her. "Don't say that Davi!" She shouted upsettably, stomping her foot in demand.

"Would you stop with that stupid nickname? I'm not six anymore!" David yelled frustrated, placing his hands ti the side of his head and tugging at her brown hair.

"You can't keep going in there if that's your mind-set! What would Dad say if he heard you-"

"Yeah, well dads not here anymore!" David lifted his head up to look Magdeline eye to eye, sending a dirty glare her way as she practically shrunk into herself, slowly peeking from her she had hid in her shell.

The stare went on for a while before David loudly sighed, his head dropping once more as he looked down at his feet. "Even if he was, I don't need him. I don't need you either."

"I don't care!" Magdeline stopped her feet a few times in anger, so much so she had to quickly fix her large glasses from the fierce movement. She marched toward him, stepping in front of him and standing over his hunched frame.

David's brows furrowed in confusion, looking back up at her. "Excuse me?"

"I don't care if you don't need me, but I need you!"

David's pissed of glare faltered a bit, looking away from Madgeline as he locked his hands together unsurely.

"Big brothers aren't supposed to yell at there little sisters! They aren't supposed to push there sisters away when their just trying to help!" Her small voice cracked.

"I need my big brother... Why can't you get that?" Her voice went quiet, playing with the hem if her dress. Her eyes soon began to well up, lower lip trembling as she tried to rub her eyes away of the tears readying to run down her face.

The dumbstruck finally let go of David and he was soon in fear and guilt, hurrying to grabd Madgelines shoulders gently as she shook, letting out a small sob.

"No, no, no, Maggie I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean it I swear!"

"Yes you did!" She hiccupped, trying to fight against her brothers hold. David new he messed up, looking at his baby sisters state because he didn't shut his mouth tugged at his heartstrings. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked away for a second, letting her go and defeatedly throwing his hands over his face.

"I messed up, Maggie, I know. I shouldn't have said those things to you and about myself... I'm supposed to take care of you and-" He stopped for a second, folding his arms tightly over his chest as his face was hissed by his bangs.

"I-I promised dad I'd take care if you- make sure we stuck together now that we're trapped here and I guess when he-" David stopped as he felt his throat begin to ache, closing his eyes for a second to collect himself.

"I felt hopeless, but in doing so... I let you down. Ive been a bad brother. " He bowed his head again, biting his tongue in frustration, wishing in that very moment he could just hide from everything, especially from his little sister who was practically burning holes into his head.

In one sudden motion however, Magdeline threw herself onto Davud, causing him to shout in alarm, reflexively wrapping his arms around her, bringing her into an awkward embrace.

"I'm sorry Davi, I didn't know!" She cried, placing her head on his shoulder.

David was frozen for a second, but quickly returned the hug, rubbing his stisters head like one would ruffling hair. "Oh shut up with that- I should be the one apologizing."

Maggie smiled a bit, only hugging him tighter wrapping her arms around his neck, taking a minute to look at him. "You're a good brother, you just need help realizing it and expressing it sometimes." She beamed, kissing his forehead happily.

"Thank the Anscestors I got you then." David smiled, one of the first Maggie had seen on him in a long time, kissing her cheek and any of the stray tear streaks on her face that he could see, making her giggle happily.

"DAVID ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

The lockeroom doors were nearly ripped of their hinges as three tall figures ran inside, two looked relieved as ever and the other looked ready to kill his younger brother.

"YOU CANT BELIEVE HOW RELIEVED WE ARE!!"

"YOU CALLED THE GUYS!?" David tore his gaze away to glare at Maggie.

"I PANICKED WHEN YOU DIDNT WAKE UP EARLIER!"

@lordfreg just in case you want some Davi action~!! 💜

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hollyharper · 2 years

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Accidental Mates- Damian Wayne x Batgirl Reader- Part 4-

Now showing exclusively on Tumblr: One Grumpy Omega

Warm. So warm. It's the first thought that crosses your mind. You’re entire body aches, not just from being overworked, but something you’re too tired to place. An alpha’s nearby. The scent sends shivers down your numb body. Something near you moves. You’re still too tired to open your eyes, and only whine in response.

“Shh.” A husky voice soothes. “You’re safe.”

You believe the words indemnity, and nearly pass out again. Something warm runs over your side before wrapping around you. The scent gets closer until your face is buried in it.

“Go back to sleep.”

You’re wide awake now. The warmth is from an alpha’s body. You’re being cradled against his chest. An unfamiliar scent lingers in the air. It doesn’t take much creativity to guess what it is. The alpha softly rubs your back. His throat vibrates in a contented purr.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh no!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

You push off the alpha’s chest, and in one moment, you’re sitting upright in the bed. Cold air hugs your skin, just like he was just a second ago. You look down at the alpha’s relaxed frame. Your eyes meet Damian’s. You gasp softly. He sits up slowly.

“D- Damian?”

His expression doesn’t change. He pulls a blanket over your shoulders.

“You need to rest more.”

I glance down at his perfectly carved abs. A trimmer runs down you. Your omega fills with excitement. You can feel her tugging at the reigns, begging to wrap around him. You hold her back, nervously eyeing him.

“What happened?” You whisper, your mind drating through blurry memories.

“You went out alone to break up an omega trafficking ring.” His hands come to rest on your forearms. You bite back your omega’s verbal plead for more.

“You were captured by the traffickers.” He continues. His lower lip shakes slightly. “Their leader wanted you for himself.” He swallows hard. “Instead you moving you with the other omega’s they drugged you, and- the leader was going to… to- “

He forces a breath, his hands gripping you tighter. “Their leader was going to mark you.”

You squeak, your hand flies to the side of your neck. It lands on a fresh mating bite. Your eyes blow wide.

“No.” You choke.

“He didn’t mark you.” Damian currently ads. “I got to you before then.”

“Who then?” You whisper, suddenly feeling lifeless.

His eyes sink. “I did.”

“You what?” You bark, jerking back.

“You were drugged.” He reasons, reaching for you again.

You grab your pillow and throw it at him with all of your strength. “And that gives you an excuse to use me?” You scream.

“It’s not like that.” He defends. His eyes look at you, broken.

You’re too enraged to care how hurt he feels. “What is it like then?” You spit.

“You were in so much pain.” For the first time, you hear Damian’s voice break. “It would have taken days for the drugs to wear off. And I- I could see you hurt like that.”

“So you ruined my life? Took away my freedom? My choice?”

While an alpha can mate and bond to as many omegas as they choose, omegas only get one shot. Once an omega mates, she can never have any other alpha. You’ve just lost that. You’ll never get to choose your alpha. And worst of all, you’ll most likely never get to experience an alpha’s love, all because of your adopted brother.

“I was just trying to help.” He whispers.

You pull a loose dress over your head and storm from the room.

What the heck?

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maddys-nerd-blog · 7 months

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Here’s another snippet for you guys to read!! For context ( and spoilers for earlier in the story ) this happens right after Katie and the group escape from the Same As it Never Was universe, but the cost of their escape was SAINW Michelangelo sacrificing his life to the Shredder once the resistance falls to give them the chance to get away. Katie’s not used to taking care of the mutants at this point. This is also where Mutant Mayhem Donnie gets introduced!!

Earth 2003

Somewhere in the back of a vacated art studio on the south side of New York, crackling rippled through the air like a stone skipping across a still pond. Blue streaks cut through the fabric of time like a knife in butter, uncontrolled by the threads of magic that tried to sustain its strength when it expanded into a gaping blue vortex that opened its maw to spit out its travelers.

Rushing into the fresh air, Katie led Mondo through the portal, pistol still in hand, clutching him close as though anything would rip him from her grasp. She staggered into the threshold with a wheeze, eyes darting back and forth to gauge what was going on. Looking down at Mondo she noted he was shaking terribly at her side, holding tight to her arm and not too keen on letting go.

Leo leapt through next, sword sparking along the blade, reflecting the terror in his face as he fell to his knees without a sound. Not far behind came Raph, falling backwards, flailing his arms for purchase to grab onto anything to prevent him from slipping through. The moment he hit the floor he attempted to surge for the portal once more. “MIKEY!”

The portal snapped shut in his face as if to spite him, leaving the group with nothing but a bitter sense of failure and mourning over the loss of a companion. A brother.

Family.

For an hour nobody moved from where they stayed frozen, catching their breath, fighting to remain stable in the fleeting moments of quiet before they buckled under the pressure. But, as all things did, the silence caved to the raging storm that brewed under the surface.

And that storm exploded out of Raph.

Reeling towards her the box turtle seethed with anger, his hands shaking at his sides. “WHY!?” He yelled at the top of his lungs loud enough to be heard from a mile away. “WHY DID WE LEAVE HIM?! HE NEEDED OUR HELP!”

Katie grit her teeth, repressing the urge to break down. “I was doing what he wanted me to do.”

“Which was what?!” Raph shot back. “Abandon him?! Let th’ Shredder kill him?! They had him trapped! If we were still there he’d have a chance!”

“He told me to take you out of that shitshow!” Katie barked, letting Mondo go to properly address the turtle. “It was either stay and die, or run and fight another day! You think he wanted you to leap head first into the jaws of a monster?!”

“It ain’t th’ first time I’ve fought him! We took down our Shredder!”

“Are you forgetting the giant mech suit he was wearing!? All those Karai bots?! He killed April! He killed thousands of resistance fighters with one hand! Is that what you wanted?!”

“I woulda rather died out there fighting th’ Foot and bringing them down then watching my baby brother die. No matter what timeline, dimension, time loop I’m stuck in!” Raph took a daring step forward, his resentment showing no bounds as it seemed from his being like a dangerous aura. “If you woulda stayed and fought instead of running like a COWARD—“

“COWARD?!” Katie finally reached the end of her rope, snapping back at the teen. “How dare you!? It was Michelangelo’s final wish that I got YOU and the rest of us out of there before we ended up skewered! I’m a coward for saving you?! I’m a coward for taking care of you, feeding you, providing you with as much comfort as I could offer while I’m STUCK IN A SCREWED UP VERSION OF BILL AND TED’S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE?!” She raised her voice as her emotions caught up to her at last, six months of bottled frustration boiling over. “I’M IN THE SAME BOAT AS YOU! ALL I EVER DID WAS LOOK OUT FOR YOU! YOU THINK I WANTED TO LEAVE HIM BEHIND?!”

“It sure as hell feels like it!“ Raph bit back with a snarl, vitriolic. “You were fast enough to ditch him! You could have saved him! You could have gone back, found another way! You gave the Shredder what he wanted! You kept telling me that family is th’ most important thing to you but when it’s my brother, you don’t care?! I WISH YOU NEVER CAME INTO MY LIFE! I WISH YOU DIED INSTEAD OF MIKEY!”

“RAPH!” Leo finally yelled, horrified by the comment. Mondo gasped, frantically looking back and forth between the two as though they were going to have a screaming match any moment if anyone broke the tension.

Jaw hanging open with absolute shock, Katie’s eyes blew wide open, utterly appalled by the accusations. The words were ripped right out of her, leaving her speechless from the terrible barrage of hateful statements. Taking an uneasy step back away from the furious hothead she brought a hand to her chest to temper the racing pain of her heart.

She was hurt. “You kidding me…?” She couldn’t help but muster.

Raph went quiet. He still seethed, breathing heavy, brown irises glistening ruefully, yet there was a brief flicker behind them that suggested remorse. But he stood his ground regardless, unwilling to bend beneath the guilt that no doubt trampled his conscious.

Nobody dared to speak. No one moved. Katie clutched at her badge as though to ground herself against the shaking of her body. A numb chill took hold of her bones, settling over her like boulders stacked upon the tallest mountains pressing down deep into her core. Some small part of her spoke through the guilt; He’s just angry. He’s taking it out on you. He doesn’t mean it. He’s still young and learning. But there was power in his words. Laying out how badly he wished his brother was still alive, had wanted it to be reversed to save the life of the other. She understood why he’d think such a thing… it didn’t ache any less.

If Michelangelo had lived and she died… he wouldn’t care. None of them would. Why would they? She was a stranger to them still. Someone who didn’t understand their plight the way their counterparts did. Michelangelo would have protected them better, taken care of them, trained them when she couldn’t.

Then the darker thoughts entered her skull with a vengeance— It should have been you.

“Mom…?” Mondo piped from beside her in the smallest voice he had. He sounded timid. “Are you okay…?”

Her lungs ached. Her fingers twitched, craving a smoke. She needed air.

Turning on her heel, Katie snatched her bag up from the floor, slinging it over her shoulder. Startled, Mondo croaked, “Mom, where are you going?!”

“Away.” She bit through grit teeth, tempering the festering emotions that threatened to spill over.

“Wait!” Leo sprang to his feet, trying to give chase. “Where?! You-you aren’t walking out on us, are you?!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” Raph’s scalding words burned on her back. “Like a coward!”

“RAPH SHUT UP!” Leo shouted at the eldest among the group of mutants. “It wasn’t her fault—“

“No.” Katie cut the red eared slider off. Her grip on the badge tightened to the point of cutting into her callouses. “He’s right. I left him behind. I couldn’t save him even when I promised I would look out for you. I’m not your mom. I’m not your family. All I’ve done is fuck everything up.”

As she started for the double doors of the studio, a hand grasped hers, rooting the detective in place to halt. “Kat. Please.” Leo pleaded, a quiver to his voice unlike the cheerful trickster facade he put up all the time. He sounded close to tears. “We-we don’t have anyone else. Don’t…” swallowing what sounded like a whimper, the boy begged. “Don’t leave us behind.”

Katie bit down into her bottom lip to hold back the agony that rocked her soul hearing his plea. The poor thing had seen unspoken horrors to last a lifetime for someone so young. Being split from his own brothers, his family, for so long was starting to take a toll on him like it had with her. She was reminded of the fact of the matter…

She was all they had.

Unless she could magically whip up a teleportation devise to send these kids home, she was the only thing standing between them and danger.

And she couldn’t leave now.

Her head dropped low, hair shading her emerald eyes from sight to avoid looking weak. Without looking back she slipped the bag off her shoulder with ease, handing it to Leo. “… just gimme an hour.” She tucked her hands into her jacket with a sigh. “I need some air. I’ll be back.”

Refusing to meet their gaze she slipped out of the studio and into the frigid cold of autumn rain that cloaked the city in a veil of mist. This wasn’t her New York. This wasn’t her home. It was bleak and depressing and drab. Yet another pale imitation of what would be far from her grasp until this nightmare was over with. If this was the universe’s version of a sick joke, she wasn’t laughing. She’d stopped laughing a long time ago, and quite frankly, she was at the end of her line. Some part of her wished she could wake up from this ordeal, just a pinch on her arm and poof! There would be no bounty hunters or crazed alien murderers with a kink for revenge. No mutant kids trained in ninjutsu. No more unnecessary heartache or risk of death around every corner. All she wanted was to be back in her own world where everything made sense.

But it would never be that easy.

Maybe she was stuck here. Never able to escape this life… never see her sister or niece again…

Katie raised her head upward to greet the stormy sky with moist eyes, unshed tears finally mingling in thin trails with the downpour. “Goddamn it.” She scrubbed her face furiously to get rid of the stubborn tears. All this time on the run and suddenly now she was crying?

Searching for her pack of smokes to distract herself from the anxiety in her system Katie started walking down the street, aimless. The familiar craving of nicotine surged through shaky fingers in hopes it would stave off the worst of her grief—

Violet streaks of lightening shocked the gray skyline, startling her to a jolt. Snapping her gaze towards the sky she watched with a dropped jaw as the all-too distinct sensation of magic tingled her skin from her shoulders to her toes. Her hair whipped around her head as the wind started picking up in speed. Soaring on the coattails of the streak of light was a free falling figure flailing in the air, reaching, dropping hard and fast into the night with no warning. Katie watched on with silent shock as the unknown figure fell into a shop with an all too audible crash landing.

Her heart thudded, skipping a beat. Could it be…?!

“Michelangelo!” With no time to waste she broke into a sprint, racing into the rainfall to find the turtle. She had no clue how he’d found a way to get out of that shitshow, but he was one tough sonovabitch.

Maybe she wouldn’t be too late this time.

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Whatever Katie was expecting to find, this certainly wasn’t it.

She’d run three blocks to reach the destination of the lightening stream reaching its end, some busted down barbershop that had seen better days. The mystical energy was potent here. It was a mess inside, the door having been bashed open as though someone had used a battering ram to break in. The front window had been long since crackled, some sections caved in, glass scattering the floor amongst a sea of litter and cleaning supplies. Seating stations of reclined leather were torn with holes, cushions ripped apart, the mirrors baring spiderweb-esc damage across the reflective surface. It was in the crackled image of the mirrors that she spotted a mystery figure cloaked in shadow.

Katie’s heart started to pound harder. “Mike?” She dared, one hand slowly hovering over the holster of her handgun just in case it was Karai.

The figure shuffled in the dark, groaning in pain. Katie held her breath as the movement picked up— whoever this was had woken up. She opened her mouth to call out—

“Dad…?”

And the wind was sucker punched right out of her. Words died on the tip of her tongue. Her stomach tied itself in knots.

A kid. Another kid?!

Katie immediately reached for her flashlight. She clicked it on, shining a light in the direction of the voice… only to be met with shock.

The bright light cut through the barbershop, putting a spotlight on its target, which was another mutant. Another turtle. He was scrawny, a string bean, his shell too big for his frame. He couldn’t have been much taller than Mondo. A purple bandana masked his eyes. The poor boy was frighteningly young— she had to guess fourteen, given the sound of his voice and how small he was. What concerned Katie the most was his injuries— the kid looked as if he’d been used as a punching bag. Black eye, cuts and gashes littering lime green skin, blotchy sores marked around his arms as though he’d been violently manhandled. A staff was broken in half nearby.

His eyes blinked in the presence of a flashlight beaming in his face, his arm raised to shade them. But the more he adjusted to his surroundings, the quicker he started to realize she was standing five feet away.

And his face morphed into one of pure fear.

“Dad…?!” He called out, looking around from where he lay. His breathing escalated faster, panting, struggling to stay calm. “Dad! DAD!” He tried to scramble to his feet but he yelped in agony, hands grabbing his right leg and collapsing. The child moaned with immense anguish from the pain.

Katie started moving towards him, her heart twisting at the sight unfolding before her eyes. “It’s okay! It’s okay, I’m not—“

“Stay back!” The boy cried with panic, crawling away from the woman in blind terror. His shell hit the wall and he soon realized he was cornered, trapped with nowhere to run. Katie became aware of the long trail of red that smeared the tiles under his leg and couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of a gnarly set of slashes taking up the majority of his thigh, cutting deep enough to slice the sensitive muscle tissue and render him unable to stand or put weight on it. It was as if someone had taken a pitchfork and raked it through his skin… who, or what, did this to him?

Frantic eyes danced around the shop, searching for someone. He started shouting again. “YOU GUYS?! LEO! RAPH! APRIL! MIKEY! Where are you?!”

Katie’s breath hitched in her throat. Another version of a brother lost in a world he didn’t know…

Dear God, she couldn’t help but think. What am I gonna do?

After a few minutes of helpless yelling it dawned on him that he was alone. The small turtle shrank beneath her stare, petrified. He raised his hands as though to shield his face from a round of pummeling. Wide eyes began to brim with tears that started to stain his mask, pitched whimpers escaping through chattering teeth. Did he think she was going to…?

Her heart melted at the pitiful sight. Lowering herself to kneel her voice dropped into a gentle whisper, trying to keep him calm. “Oh honey,” she murmured sympathetically, setting the flashlight on the floor. “What happened to you?”

The turtle blinked, a long stream of tears trickling down his round face. He squinted, using one hand to scrub at his eyes, hiccuping. Could he not see?

Her attention fell to a pair of wide, square shaped glasses fallen to the wayside. Wordless she went to retrieve them— giving them a once over to make sure the frames weren’t broken— before she returned them to the boy. “These are yours?”

Purple turtle kid was frozen; he looked at his glasses, lifting his gaze to her with a level of distrust she couldn’t help but wince at. What happened to this poor baby?

“It’s okay.” She crouched at arm’s reach, keeping a safe distance between them to show she meant no harm whilst still offering the spectacles. “Just breathe. You’re gonna be alright.”

Wide, watery eyes blinked upwards to squint at her, lips quivering. He cowered in a tiny ball, hugging his knees close to a plastron covered in thick scratches. Hesitation locked his limbs down to prevent him from moving, too terrified of her to do much of anything. Katie frowned, heart breaking, struggling to think of an idea to coax this boy to talk. Emerald eyes flicked over to the broken staff, only now taking notice of the stickers that were plastered all over it. With careful precision she realized what they were.

Anime was an awkward topic— Lilium was a fan of the stuff, she’d seen brief snippets of one show with magical girls and yammering cats fighting evil on the family television on nights when she came home late. She had no idea what it was, but she understood the basics of its Japanese origin. But there was a connection there. She could work with that.

“Those stickers,” she gestured to the staff with his glasses, offering a kind grin. “What shows are they from? Don’t think I’ve seen them before.”

It was fleeting, but she spotted the smallest trace of calm start to appear. If one hadn’t caught the signs they’d gone unnoticed— the ridges of his eyes softened significantly, muscles in his shoulders relaxed, the grip on his legs loosened. Purple masked eyes raised to meet hers once more. Sniffling, he replied. “I-it’s from an anime… it’s called Jujutsu Kaisen.”

There we go, she sighed with relief. Lowering herself to sit cross legged to get to his level, she still offered his glasses. “Oh yeah? Sounds cool! What’s it about?”

He began to open up; the boy began to smile, if only by a margin, at ease with the familiar topic. “It’s about… demon hunters. They fight all kinds of monsters.”

Katie chuckled, amused. “That doesn’t sound bad! My niece watches stuff like that too— the anime thing. Only she watches this older one, I dunno what it’s called. Talking cats? Blonde witches with magic wands?”

“Sailor Moon?!” Instantly all tension was sucked right out of him, eyes brightening with excitement. “I love that one!” He went to sit up, but yelped with pain as his hands went to grab at his bleeding leg, hissing through clenched teeth.

“Hey hey hey, easy hon,” Katie scooted over, handing him his glasses. “That looks nasty. Any idea what did this?”

Purple fixed his glasses back on, blinking a few times to adjust his eyesight, squinting to better gaze up at her. His face dropped with awe. “You’re… not scared of me?”

“No. Of course not.” She opened the lapel of her jacket to reveal her badge. “My name is Katie. I’m a detective. I’m in the same boat as you. We’re both a long way from home.” Gentle in tone, she continued. “Can I get your name?”

The turtle swallowed, timidly shifting his eyes downward to stare at a random tile on the floor. “… Donatello.”

What is with the Renaissance theme in these turtles? She couldn’t help but wonder, instead giving him a warm grin to provide comfort. “That’s a cool name. Wish my parents were that creative.” She motioned to his gruesome wound. “Can I get a look at that? I gotta make sure that’s not gonna get infected. Can’t having you fainting on me.”

Donatello hesitated, frowning deeply, appearing troubled. “Are you… gonna take me to a lab?” He asked, paling. “So I can get milked?!”

… what the fuck?

“Okay NO, no, what?!” Katie couldn’t help but sputter with shock, nearly retching at the thought. “Milked?! What kind of backwards dimension are you from?! Why would I take you to a lab?! You’re a kid! Who hurt you?!”

Donatello shrank where he sat, head sinking into his shell so only his wide eyes poked out. “… this lady named Cynthia… a couple hours ago… she…” Terror struck his features as he shuddered. “She wanted our blood but the only way she could get it was to milk it out in a machine.”

Her eyes widened. What kind of depraved sickos could hurt these babies?! “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna take you to a lab. I’m not gonna hurt you in any way.” She reached out carefully to settle a kind hand upon his shell. This made the turtle poke his head back out, teary eyed but listening. “All I wanna do is help you. I understand completely if you’re scared of me. Or if you don’t trust me. But right now you’re bleeding out and if we don’t put pressure on this you’re gonna get anemic or blood clots.” Her gentle tone was reassuring but firm. “So I have to ask: Do you want my help?”

Donatello sniffed, using a fraying wristband to swipe away at the tears still streaking down his rounded face. Seeing such a young soul being pushed to this extreme, with barbaric wounds that could only be explained as sadistic in nature… it wrenched the knife deeper into her chest. So many questions were racing around her head on what kind of monster had dared to harm this poor child.

Donatello fidgeted with his hands, a shivering breath escaping him. But, reluctantly, he lifted a pair of exhausted eyes upward to meet her face.

And he nodded.

Hope you guys like this one!!! More on the way hopefully soon!! 😁

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Love at First Sight (dark hvits & plus reader)

CHAPTER THREE

Greetings! Here is the long awaited third chapter in Love at First Sight!

❤I owe this one to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for cheering this on and betareading! ❤

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Ivar recalled how many girls he took to bed, but how many he loved was a very different matter.

Freydis was his first love and his first fuck. She was so fairy-like and light on her feet that she always seemed to be floating on her toes. She had long, gold hair wrapped around her head like a halo. She crushed his heart into a billion fragments and spit in it. Betrayed him and left.

Katya. He was so struck in a daze when he looked at her across a bar in Saint Petersburg. Dark hair in a bob, but her features uncannily resembled Freydis. Ivar could have sworn that they could have been twins. She wasn't as light as Freydis. Tattoos covered her skin like a canvas, he remembered tracing a bright koi fish in water on her thigh. The high didn't last long with her because she wasn't Freydis.

There were so many girls over the years, maybe a change was good. He felt like he was ready enough to settle down and have a few baby feet running around. He didn't care how many. He liked the thought of a son. Teaching him how to play chess, honestly anything. He wanted to do right, be something that his father wasn’t for him. His father, Ragnar, loved him; of course, his father loved all his sons but he didn't know what to make of Ivar. He knew of his strengths. Ragnar made Ivar who he was today.

Hvitserk was just always there. A true brother. And he was doing this for him: standing outside the apartments, patiently waiting as he pressed a second cigarette to his lips and inhaling the nicotine into his lungs, taking glances at the door every so often to see if someone was coming. Lurking outside of an apartment building didn't look that suspicious if it looked like he was waiting on someone.

When someone finally came out, the doors unlocked for a brief moment. Ivar went inside letting the heavy metal door close behind him. Walking as if he was meant to be there, the lobby was small and smelled like lemon pledge, and the elevator was out of order, making him curse in his head. Fuck it. Cardio right? He knew his leg would be aching. Climbing the stairs was easy enough because she only lived on the second floor. How Hvitserk managed to steal a piece of mail from the mailroom he didn't want to know.

Apt 32.

Black bulky numbers on a plain grey-colored door and a long stretch of the hallway with no one in sight.

One thing about Ivar, he learned to crack a door with a credit card and a bobby pin at a young age. It was easy to pop the door open, and he pushed the door open almost too cockily and smirked peeking inside.

There was a modern touch, sleek and new. A black and white checkered couch was pressed against the wall and a painting of Marilyn Monroe was hung up above it with an abstract Chanel bottle beside it. The floor was all carpeted in a tan color.

Ivar took off his shoes, and put them on the shoe rack beside the door, leaving only his socks on to make his rounds around the apartment.

The living room felt like a showpiece, something that would be in an Instagram post. The kitchen wasn't big and was just as modern as the living room.

He peeked open the fridge to find it in a disarray of different foods and drinks. He picked up one of the many yogurt drinks; Strawberry Banana looked promising. He opened it with a satisfying crack and took a sip before shutting the fridge to go explore around the small apartment. There was only a small hall with three doors. The bathroom door was wide open with different makeup and hair tools scattered around the sink and counter.

Ivar thought to himself which door it's the lucky prize, one or two? He picked two and was right on the money. He flipped on the light revealing a very cozy-looking full bed, with a grey and blue plaid bedspread and matching pillowcases and a stuffed animal fox sitting there watching him with stitched button eyes.

Her room kind of smelled like something warm, like a bakery and coffee. There were shelves of books, too many to count, neatly on shelves and some on her bedside table. She had a small Bluetooth radio, and a flat-screen TV hung up on the wall, a writing desk with stationery galore in its own place, and journals propped in a pile on the very edge of it. Reading into the life of a girl wasn't exactly in Ivar’s plans for today.

Ivar set down the drink on the desk, running his fingertip across the different spines. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and picked up the black one with stickers decorating it. Then he pulled back the elastic strap and flickered through all the pages of sprawled handwriting, some neat, others written frantically with the ink smudged on the paper, and with coffee drips that left a trace of her.

Ivar fell into her world on the pages. It was something unfiltered, a chaos of the mind, a beautiful frenzy unraveling before his eyes on a single piece of paper. Flipping through page after page, Ivar felt consumed by her words.

More than he should have.

Where does the line end from freedom to loneliness?

Hvitserk didn't know everything about her as he thought he did. He didn't know her sadness, her loneliness, her deep longing to just feel seen by someone who could fully understand her completely.

She wanted to be looked at.

He stepped into her most raw and tender thoughts and on cue, his phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his moment. At the second ring, he looked to see Hvitserk’s name lit up the screen, answering and pressing it to his ear.

"You're really annoying, you know that?" Ivar snipped, snapping the journal closed and setting it on her desk.

"You're the one not picking up your phone," Hvitserk grumbled on the other side of the phone.

He felt his leg ache a little with a stinging feeling for shifting his weight on it longer than he had realized, so he moved to pace across the room. "I'm busy." Ivar’s brow went looking at the wooden dresser and he started to open the drawers until he found what he'd been looking for.

The soft ones were his favorite. The feel between his fingertips. The panties were cheeky, with blue and pink stripes and a nice little blue bow at the middle - the cherry on top. He plucked the fabric and stuffed it in his pants pocket. He saw some mauve-pink lacy ones with the tags still on and it made his heart race a little. "Goddamn," Ivar whispered.

"What are you doing?" Hvitserk questioned impatiently.

"Your little girlfriend has quite a collection of underwear," Ivar smirked and felt a shift of rage on the other side of the phone.

"Get out of her underwear, pervert."

Ivar chuckled in response deviously. "You said to inspect and observe."

"Not her panty drawer!" His brother yelled then said in a hushed whisper. "Not her panty drawer."

There's a pause for a moment.

"Quit staring at me, O'Donnell. I'm on a business call." Hvitserk tells someone on the other side of the phone. There's a deeper voice telling his brother something.

Ivar can't make out what it is but it sounds mocking.

"Let me call you back..." The line goes dead as presumably, Hvitserk goes to beat up his coworker. Hvitserk didn't even like the job that much at the loading docks but he wanted to make a decent living. A respectable job. Though he had a bit of money stashed away from their father's estates from having a good job, just not very legal or respectable.

Ivar didn't see the point. In his eyes, it was like playing checkers when he was playing chess. He earned his money fair and square from old chess opponents he played back in the day who still were trying to grapple onto another game to be played. They worked 24/7, married with 2.5 kids. Mostly miserable in their midlife crisis. They always lose. They always have.

Ivar wanted stability, secretly. Even if he wasn't all stable himself. He would never admit it aloud. And the other half wanted to be better than his father, to seek glory and fame which led to his ruthlessness as a competitor. He won all his games and headed for new opportunities. A blackmailer for the high and mighty.

Ivar gently shut her dresser drawer.

He went over to her bed and ran his fingers over the soft blanket before he decided to lay on her bed sinking his head into the pillow. His one hand laid lazily on his stomach looking up to the bare ceiling.

A little quiet for a while.

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Genesis 31

01 Jack heard Laban’s male-spawns’ words, saying, “Jack has taken away all that was our spermer’s. He has obtained all this wealth from that which was our spermer’s.”

02 Jack saw the expression on Laban’s face, and, behold, (spoiler alert) it was not toward him as before. Laban seemed pissed.

03 The Earl said to Jack, “Return to the land of your spermers, and to your relatives, and I will be with you.”

04 Jack sent and called Rachel and Leah to the field to his flock,

05 and said to them, “I see the expression on your spermer’s face, that it is not toward me as before; but the Skypal of my spermer has been with me.

06 You know that I have served your spermer with all of my strength.

07 Your spermer has deceived me, and changed my wages ten times, which is totally something I would do to Esau, my brother, but Skypal didn’t allow him to hurt me.

08 If he said, ‘The speckled will be your wages,’ then all the flock bore speckled. If he said, ‘The streaked will be your wages,’ then all the flock bore streaked.

09 Thus Skypal has taken away your spermer’s livestock, and given them to me.

10 During mating season, I lifted up my eyes, and saw in a dream, and behold, the fella goats which leaped on the flock were streaked, speckled, and grizzled.

11 The faery of Skypal said to me in the dream, ‘Jack,’ and I said, ‘Here I am.’

12 He said, ‘Now lift up your eyes, and behold, all the fella goats which leap on the flock are streaked, speckled, and grizzled, for I have seen all that Laban does to you.

13 I am the Skypal of Bethel, where you spit-shined a pillar, where you vowed a vow to me. Now arise, get out from this land, and return to the land of your birth.’ ”

14 Rachel and Leah answered him, “Is there yet any portion or inheritance for us in our spermer’s house?

15 Aren’t we considered as foreigners by him? For he has sold us, and has also used up our money.

16 For all the riches which Skypal has taken away from our spermer are ours and our varmints’s. Now then, whatever Skypal has said to you, do.”

17 Then Jack rose up, and set his male-spawns and his lady-spouses on the camels,

18 and he took away all his livestock, and all his possessions which he had gathered, including the livestock which he had gained in Paddan Aram, to go to Chuck his spermer, to the land of Canaan.

19 Now Laban had gone to shear his sheep; and Rachel stole the teraphim that were her spermer’s.

20 Jack deceived Laban the Syrian, in that he didn’t tell him that he was running away.

21 So he fled with all that he had. He rose up, passed over the River, and set his face toward the mountain of Gilead.

22 Laban was told on the third day that Jack had fled.

23 He took his relatives with him, and pursued him seven days’ journey. He overtook him in the mountain of Gilead.

24 Skypal came to Laban the Syrian in a dream of the night, and said to him, “Be careful that you don’t speak to Jack either good or bad.”

25 Laban caught up with Jack. Now Jack had pitched his tent in the mountain, and Laban with his relatives encamped in the mountain of Gilead.

26 Laban said to Jack, “What have you done, that you have deceived me, and carried away my daughters like captives of the sword?

27 Why did you flee secretly, and deceive me, and didn’t tell me, that I might have sent you away with mirth and with songs, with tambourine and with harp;

28 and didn’t allow me to kiss my male-spawns and my daughters? Now have you done foolishly.

29 It is in the power of my hand to hurt you, but the Skypal of your spermer spoke to me last night, saying, ‘Be careful that you don’t speak to Jack either good or bad.’

30 Now, you want to be gone, because you greatly longed for your spermer’s house, but why have you stolen my friendos?”

31 Jack answered Laban, “Because I was afraid, for I said, ‘Lest you should take your daughters from me by force, since that is the kind of thing my lying ass might do.’

32 Anyone you find your friendos with shall not live. Before our relatives, discern what is yours with me, and take it.” For Jack didn’t know that Rachel had stolen them.

33 Laban went into Jack’s tent, into Leah’s tent, and into the tent of the two girly subservients; but he didn’t find them. He went out of Leah’s tent, and entered into Rachel’s tent.

34 Now Rachel had taken the teraphim, put them in the camel’s saddle, and sat on them. Laban felt around all the tent, but didn’t find them.

35 She said to her spermer, “Don’t let my earl be angry that I can’t rise up before you; for I’m having my period.” He searched, but didn’t find the teraphim.

36 Jack was angry, and argued with Laban. Jack answered Laban, “What is my trespass? What is my whoops, that you have hotly pursued me?

37 Now that you have felt around in all my stuff, what have you found of all your household stuff? Set it here before my relatives and your relatives, that they may judge between us two.

38 “These twenty years I have been with you. Your ewes and your girly goats have not cast their young, and I haven’t eaten the rams of your flocks.

39 That which was torn of animals, I didn’t bring to you. I bore its loss. Of my hand you required it, whether stolen by day or stolen by night.

40 This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.

41 These twenty years I have been in your house. I served you fourteen years for your two daughters, and six years for your flock, and you have changed my wages ten times. It’s exactly the kind of shit I would do to Esau if he were around.

42 Unless the Skypal of my spermer, the Skypal of Billy, and the fear of Chuck, had been with me, surely now you would have sent me away empty. Skypal has seen my affliction and the labor of my hands, and cussed you last night.”

43 Laban answered Jack, “The daughters are my daughters, the varmints are my varmints, the flocks are my flocks, and all that you see is mine! What can I do today to these my daughters, or to their varmints whom they have borne?

44 Now come, let’s make a bigly-deal, you and I. Let it be for a witness between me and you.”

45 Jack took a stone, and set it up for a pillar.

46 Jack said to his relatives, “Gather stones.” They took stones, and made a heap. They ate there by the heap.

47 Laban called it Jegar Sahadutha, but Jack called it Galeed.

48 Laban said, “This heap is witness between me and you today.” Therefore it was named Galeed

49 and Mizpah, for he said, “The Earl watch between me and you, when we are absent one from another.

50 If you afflict my daughters, or if you take lady-spouses in addition to my daughters, no male is with us; behold, Skypal is witness between me and you.”

51 Laban said to Jack, “See this heap, and see the pillar, which I have set between me and you.

52 May this heap be a witness, and the pillar be a witness, that I will not pass over this heap to you, and that you will not pass over this heap and this pillar to me, for harm.

53 The Skypal of Billy, and the Skypal of Nahor, the Skypal of their spermer, judge between us.” Then Jack swore by the fear of his spermer, Chuck.

54 Jack offered a sacrifice in the mountain, and called his relatives to monch yum loaf. They ate yum loaf, and stayed all night in the mountain.

55 Early in the morning, Laban rose up, and kissed his male-spawns and his daughters, and blessed them. Laban departed and returned to his place.

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CHAPTER 19: "There Was Blood I"

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It was quiet. When I heard them leave with a shut of the door, I opened my eyes. They were gone. My siblings sat there next to me and I could see the red marks on Suyeong's face.

Her skin was cut and it went a cross her cheek. It was faint but she was bleeding a little bit. I couldn't call for her because of the tape on my mouth so I tried to wiggle to her. Once my head hit her leg, I made a muffling sound.

She opened her eyes slowly as she tried to hide her tears. I felt my strength come back to me as I attempted to get closer to her. I sat up and struggled trying to gain my balance. I needed to get up. The more I wiggled my hands, I felt the ropes loosen. I quickly made my way to my sister so I can take the tape off of her.

My hands were tied behind me so I tried my best to feel any edge of the tape. Once I felt a distinct texture, I quickly peeled it off.

I dropped the gray object to the floor and I turned to look at her.

"Unnie..." she cried.

She was trying to hide her sobs. I hushed her gently.

"Shh...shh...Suyeong," I calm her. "We can get out of here. I know we can. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

She shook her head. "No, it's my fault. I'm the one who taunted them. I wanted Sujun to run but I wasn't able to fight back."

She sniffled with tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry, Unnie," she cried.

I tried to hide the tears that were forming. I clenched my jaw to stop myself from frowning. I gulped to salivate my dry throat. I didn't want my voice to break. Once she gets this tape off my mouth, I can calm her down and guide her.

She tried to get up and our roles switched. I sat down and she stood in front of me with her hands tied behind her back and ripped the tape off my mouth.

I took a deep breath and blew it out. I moved my mouth around as I enjoyed not being muffled. Suyeong looked at me with sadness.

"Suyeong, it's okay. We'll get out of here." I reassure her. "We just need to find anything sharp to cut this rope off."

She nodded her head slowly as she tried to calm herself down.

"Go help Sujun, okay? I'll look around. You've gone through enough." I tell her.

Her eyes shook with anxiety before looking at our sleeping brother who laid on the floor next to us.

"Okay," she whispers before helping our brother.

I stood up and I began to look around the basement as I hopped. The rope on my ankles were making this a lot harder. I felt tired the more I hopped, but I knew we only had so much time until they come back.

I had to be fast.

There were open shelves of boxes that contained random items. Some looked like computer pieces and others held lots of shredded paper. There were other items that looked old and moldy like they've been abandoned.

My eyes wandered to a tall object that appeared to be covered by cloth. I made my way over to it and bit the layer off. It tasted like dust and dirty and I began to spit to get the texture off my tongue.

I stared at the object that was once hidden before me.

"A mirror?" I whisper.

It was cracked and dusty. It looked like Miss Kim's old mirror. How long have they been using this place as their junkyard and storage?

I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like a damsel in distress and I hated it. My hair was messy and my clothes had blood. The rope on me didn't help either.

I sighed. "Come on Subin. You got this."

I tried to encourage myself before my attention went upstairs. I heard a loud noise as if a window has broken.

I widened my eyes. Suddenly I heard voices growing loud. I didn't know what the commotion was all about, but with how loud they were being, I took this opportunity.

I knocked over the mirror and I watched as the pieces shattered across the floor. If they heard me, we're good as dead.

I quickly knelt down and picked up a piece that was big enough to fit in my hand. I felt it pierce my skin as I rubbed the broken piece against the robe.

I wasn't sure if it was working, and I sped up my pace. I heard footsteps coming, and I began to panic.

"Shit. Not now," I whisper.

I felt the ropes around me get loose for a moment, and I sensed a spark of hope. I heard a door open and anxiety and fear crawled all over me.

Through the open shelf, I saw Suyeong look at me with fear. I quickened my pace with the glass piece.

"Who the fuck's there!?" I heard a voice shout.

I heard running above me and I prayed to God they wouldn't be coming down here. Someone was causing them stress, and I hoped it was someone who was going to rescue us.

Chan. He wouldn't be here- would he?

I heard knocking on the small window above me. Fear kicked in and I slowly turned around.

It couldn't be Mister Kim or Miss Kim right? They would have to be inside. Why would they be outside?

I stared at the person who seemed to be watching me. Is that...

Chan.

I watched as he came through the window he popped open with his small crowbar. It surprised me how well he could fit through that small opening. I was happy to see him, but I was also scared for his wellbeing.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper to him before he could say anything.

He looked at me with surprise from my words. "What. What do you mean? I'm here to help you."

I watched as he took out a knife from his holster. I gazed at his new objects I've never seen before while he made his way behind me.

"I was able to make some noise so they'll be distracted for awhile," his voice was close to my ear.

I tried not to think about how close he was to me while he cut the rope off. I felt it fall. He then went to my ankles and cut the rope down there too.

I had so many questions running through my head on how he was able to find me. I didn't Chan would show up so quickly. I blushed thinking about how fast he came to my rescue.

"Wonwoo and Hansol will be here soon with back up," he tells me.

Before he made his way to my siblings, I grabbed his hand. He turned around with wide eyes.

"Thank you," I quickly tell him. "For being here. You did come to my rescue again."

I tried to look him in the eyes to show my sincerity. I watched as his face grew red for a moment before he grinned with low brows. "I'll always stand by you, Subin."

His hand went up to caress my face before smiling with a soft expression. He was gentle and warm. He made me feel safe. His attention soon went to my siblings.

Suyeong gazed at him with her teary eyes. "Oppa," she pleaded.

I watched as he cut the rope off her before helping my brother who seemed to have just woken up.

He winced in pain and looked at us confused.

"Ugh...what happened?" Sujun asked.

"It's a long story," I tell him before helping him up.

He held his head. "Huh?"

I heard more noises coming above us and I quickly looked up. My siblings stood held onto me with fear in their eyes. I looked at Chan who seemed to be rather calm.

He looked at me and motioned us to be quiet. His finger was on his lips, and his other hand went to his holster. He was trying to give me something. It had a similar shape to a gun, but it also didn't look like a gun.

"It's a stun gun," he whispers to me. "There's only one charge so be careful."

I nodded my head before holding it with two hands. I pointed it down for safety reasons and followed Chan.

He looked at the small open window he left.

"I was able to go through it, but I don't know if I can climb up there," he says.

His eyes wandered to Sujun who seemed rather small and lightweight. My brother looked at us with confusion. I think I had an idea on what Chan was implying.

"Do you think he'll fit?" Chan asked me. "He might be able to help pull you guys up."

"Maybe," I whisper. "But will it be safe?"

Chan hummed in response. "Your brother just needs to be fast enough to run to my house. I highly doubt they'll check, but I can distract them if you want me to."

I gazed at him. "Are you crazy? I don't want you to get hurt."

His eyes grew wide from my words. He suddenly smiled. "I can care less what happens to me. I told you that I was going to get you after work, right?"

I felt myself grow flustered from his response. This was a bad time for him to be flirting with me. I hate how I couldn't control my heart. He's making my heart race more than it needs to.

"Chan, that's different. You were going to pick me up from work- not here," I tell him.

He shook his head at me with amusement. "I'm here aren't I? Come on."

I bit my lip as I followed him. Why did he suddenly seem so confident. It was charming.

We made our way to the small window and my brother hesitated to get up there. I was squatting down to help him get up, but he looked scared. Usually Suyeong would say something insulting towards Sujun that causes him to be courageous, but she didn't speak.

Rather she stayed quiet and looked at us with worry. Chan looked at us with concern before his eyes went to the basement stairs.

"I'll cause a distraction," Chan says.

I grabbed him by his arm. "No, you're not. You done it once, and this time you'll get caught."

I couldn't imagine what might happened to him. Chan looked at me with a soft expression before smiling. I felt his hand touch my face. He moved my bangs and caressed my cheek.

"If anything happens to you or your siblings. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself," he says. "You all have gone through enough."

His eyes looked towards my siblings were stared at him with hope. He then pat each of them on their head with a reassuring smile.

"I'll be back. I promise," Chan says to us.

I wanted to stop him, but he already made his way up the stairs. I felt Suyeong pull me back.

"Unnie, don't," she tells me.

I gritted my teeth with narrow brows. Fear over took me. I knew Chan is reliable, but out of all times, why did he decide to be brave now?

"Okay," I say reluctantly.

I heard shouts above me and I tried to hide the fear that was kicking in. I helped my brother up through the window, and after him, I helped Suyeong next. The commotion grew louder upstairs and my brows narrowed.

Suyeong stuck her hand out me, but I refused to take it.

"Go while you still can," I tell the two.

"Unnie," Suyeong called to me. "Please."

As much as I wanted to take her hand, I know I wouldn't be able to move on knowing Chan was hurt and all I did was run away. I narrowed my brows and took a deep breath. Chan was risking his life for us, and he'll need help.

"Go Suyeong," I tell my sister. "Before it's too late. I can't let Chan get hurt because of me."

She stared at me with shock before slowly pulling away. She seemed upset by my words but it seemed she understood the responsibility I felt.

I watched as Suyeong grabbed Sujun before he could protest against my decision. They ran off and I lost their line of sight. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

"They'll be fine, Subin. Their attention is on Chan right now. I have to help him," I tell myself.

I heard a loud bang. It sent shivers down my spine. What was that noise?

I look at the shattered mirror on the floor. I picked up the mirror I put down from earlier, and I held it tightly. My hand had blood on it from the cut I got from it earlier.

I took one last deep breath before my eyes darted to the stairs that leads up to the rest of the house.

It's now or never.

There was chaos everywhere. It was dark and I could hear shouts and another bang. I stayed low and peaked each corner.

The house seemed to be renovated. Its layout was different from what I remembered when I was little. But it was never a big house, so I knew it couldn't be that hard.

"STUPID FUCK!"

I heard Miss Kim yell. I saw a trail of blood and I snuck my way through in hopes of not being caught.

I peaked my head into the living room and I saw Mister Kim bleeding with a few cuts on him. Miss Kim was tending him. I watched as he continued to bleed from his gut. Form the looks of it, he was losing too much blood.

Did Chan do that? He did have a knife.

"That fucker, Huan!" He yelled with a cough of blood.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP TALKING!" Miss Kim yelled at him.

Huan?

Who was Huan? Did he do that to them? Was is that guy with a muffled voice? I never got to see him. My eyes were shut, but I do remember his voice. The memory of his fingers touching my face made me wince. I didn't want to remember that.

"Where the hell is Kwang!?" Mister Kim yelled.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know!? That moron went after him!" She yelled.

They both seemed stressed. I don't know what happened, but from the looks of it, whatever their plan was, it wasn't working.

I felt a chill run down my back. I sensed someone coming and I quickly hid to the closet.

Where was Chan?

I heard running upstairs. My eyes darted to the staircase. I watched with a small crack between the doorway. I had a tiny view of the upstairs hallway, but I was able to make out what was going on.

There was Kwang with his bat. He was chasing someone. I had a quick glimpse, but I couldn't tell since the lights were off. Was he chasing Chan?

I opened the closet door in hopes I can go help him.

"Oh~"

I froze. That voice. It was muffled and oddly deep. I slowly turned around with fear running through my body.

There he stood tall with a demon mask. He had a bloody knife in his hand and he was dressed in black like some assassin.

"Subin, you shouldn't be out of those knots. Don't you know you look better tied up?" His voice sent shivers down my spine.

He moved his arm quickly and I felt a sharp sensation across my cheek. I tried to dodge it, but he was fast.

He cut my left cheek, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. I darted away from him and sprinted down the hallway. I could hear his steps behind me. He was walking while he laughed.

"Come on, Subin. Let's not play this game. We all know what'll happen," he says with such a tone that made me want to hide. "Your face was so soft. I want to touch it some more."

I kept running and made my way up the stairs. I heard footsteps coming from the living room. I stood there at the top of the stairs and saw Miss Kim glaring at me before her eyes went to the masked man.

"YOU!" She yelled at me before turning to him. "HUAN! WE HAD A DEAL YOU BASTARD!"

She had a knife in her hand which I could only assume came from the kitchen. Huan turned to look at her. He seemed so relax.

"I think you forget. I work for the Red Garden. Your money is still their money. I never work for liars," he said uninterested.

I watched as her eyes lit up with flames. She beyond angry.

"YAH!" she yelled before running to him with a knife.

It happened so fast. Blood splattered everywhere. Huan cut her neck open with one swift movement. Miss Kim fell to the ground and she made a noise that resembled to someone choking.

She held her neck in hopes to stop the bleed, but she continued to choke and fall to the ground.

I felt my legs grow weak as I witnessed Miss Kim die before me.

Her body laid there without movement.

The woman that I once called mother was gone.

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Breathe Deep, Find Your Strength. | Ken Murase | Trial 4.3 | Re: Kazuo, Mio, Maxime

When Maxime is revealed to be the true culprit, walking out to gloat and mock them, in another time Ken would’ve charged at him in an instant and risked it all to kill him. But he wasn’t feeling like that kind of man anymore, not after losing everything, with hope fading within him. All he could do in the moment was just stand frozen and watch like a damn fool. He should’ve leaned on Maxime when he confessed first, but he was so desperate and stupid he lashed out at Loic like the idiot thug they think he is and he played right into their trap. They all did, true, but he should’ve been more careful and cautious. Like how Jinpachi is every trial or like Sayuri and Ikko would’ve wanted him to be. He thinks of just letting this play out and resigning himself to his dorm when it’s over, and sit down on his bed, whispering to people who aren’t here anymore, maybe locking himself in like that. He’ll be gone before he has to experience more of this God-awful pain that’s left him feeling so broken, becoming more and more of a shell of the Ken Murase he used to be.

However, a sound he’s all too familiar with is heard beside him. He looks over and sees Kazuo sock that bastard Loic. He exhales, smirking as he listened to Kazuo tell Maxime off, what’s left of his competitive spirit challenges him to try and match his friend. Shortly after, Mio then comes by him, it looking about as worse as he does. There are thoughts in his mind that make him fearful of its company, fearful that if he leans on it and their friendship like he did with Ikko and his aniki, would destiny take Mio too to punish him? He’s hesitant at first, but then swallows and pushes those thoughts aside, deciding to just be glad that it cares for him, that they are still his family. Putting his arm around his friend, trying to return the same comfort it offers to him.

“Mio…I-I’m so sorry.”

He whispers to it, wiping his eyes of tears as he feels overwhelmed by the feelings of their friendship as well as what they’re both going through. If they manage to walk out of this trial, he’ll try to have the strength to be there for it. Looking back over to Maxime, doting over his rat of a brother, listening to his promise and threat to them, he lets out a heavy breath as he gathers what remnant of inner strength he has. Balled his right hand into a hard fist, trying to focus in on his want, no, NEED to avenge Sayuri, his NEED to make sure assholes like Maxime don’t walk out of this thinking they’re the superior one. Another exhale as he prepares himself, breaking away from Mio, looking over to it before he goes to confront the man that took his future away from him.

“M-Might not wanna look. I’ll be right back, okay?”

He gives it a small smile before looking to Kazuo with a nod.

Gritting his teeth, he moves in quick but steadily on Maxime, cocking his arm back as he gets closer and closer and then WHAM! He would give Maxime the hardest gut punch he can manage! Trying to do it harder than he did to Tsuneo, but he’s uncertain if he really had it in him. Rubbing his fist, he would spit at Maxime! PTUI!

“Everything you did to her. It’ll be paid back tenfold to Loic. I won’t kill him. I won’t fall to that level again. But he won’t be the same if you do manage to find us. And I won’t be here by the time you see what I’ve done to him. You'll see why I got kicked out the Yakuza when it's all said and done.”

He'll stand by for a moment, wondering if there will be repercussions. If no action is taken, Ken will just return to his place beside Mio, feeling only a tiny bit better but he’ll take what he can get to try and fill the void at this point.

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Mortal Kombat: In the end: The battle to end it all.

Summary: The battle begins.

Chapter List.

Chapter List part two.

This was it, the battle of Armageddon as prophesied by Delia all those centuries ago.

There has been casualties already. Li Mei’s body lay on the ground, impaled by a bladed spear. Moloch lay with a hole blasted through his torso.

Blaze’s roar sent the kombatants flying away from the pyramid, to ensure that only Taven would battle him. He overlooked the battlefield, countless warriors engaged in battle.

How had things become twisted so badly? Daegon was lost to corruption, leaving Taven to fight his own blood.

Speaking of Taven, the brother marched towards Blaze, his blade drawn. They both knew what was to come, and no words were spoken.

This battle would decide the fate of everything.

—-

Sonya and Jax were engaged in a tag team fight with Jarek and Kano. Jax hadn’t thought of Jarek in years, but Jarek seemed to be obsessed with his vendetta. His strikes wilder than the simple brutality he’d use before.

“Remember me, Briggs?!” Jarek shouted madly. His time in the netherrealm had done no favours for his state of mind.

Jax blocked Jarek’s axe swing and countered with an uppercut. Jarek stumbled back, spitting out a tooth before trying another punch. Jax caught it and crushed his hand with his cybernetic strength.

Following that, Jax grabbed Jarek by the throat, looking into his crimson eyes.

“Honestly? Not in the slightest.”

Jax slammed his fist through Jarek’s head, killing him instantly.

“Stay dead this time,” Jax taunted before heading to join Sonya. Kano had his hands around Sonya’s neck, beginning to choke her as she reached for her combat knife.

“Come on, blondie, let’s end this-

A powerful punch sent Kano flying away, leaving Jax to check on his partner. Sonya slowly got up, but noticed Kano getting to his feet with a devious grin.

“JAX, WATCH-

A knife plunged into Jax’s throat, releasing a pained yell from Sonya as her closest friend hit the ground.

She stared to Kano and saw red. She rushed forward, sending a blast of energy from her wrist blasters to disarm Kano before she tackled him and began to punch him brutally in the face. Kano was beaten, but she wouldn’t let this pain end yet.

She pulled out her handgun: a desert eagle that she pointed directly into his cybernetic eye.

“This is for Daniel,” she fired a bullet onto his cyber eye.

“This is for Jax,” she stomped his crotch with steel toed boots.

“And this?” Sonya stole one of Kano’s knives and stabbed it on the left of his chest. She dragged it across, savouring the sound of his suffering.

“This is for me,” she declared as she pulled out his heart.

The last expression on Kano’s face was of pained shock. It was what he deserved.

After over a decade of chasing him, thinking him dead, it was finally over.

But she had other priorities as she rushed over to her friend.

“Jax, are you…?”

Sonya saw the pool of blood under Jax The logical part of her mind told her he wouldn’t make it. She didn’t want to believe it.

“I’m about to be. I’m so proud of you, Sonya. You’ve earned yourself a promotion and then some…”

Despite herself, Sonya smiled sadly. A promotion was the furthest thing from her mind right now.

“Don’t get soft on me, Major.”

Jax chuckled weakly.

“If you make it out of this... try to take care of yourself, that’s an order.”

Sonya felt tears in her eyes as she accepted the final order. An order not just by her C.O, but by her closest friend.

“Roger that.”

Jax took his last breath, leaving Sonya to grieve for the briefest moment.

She still had a job to do. She could mourn later.

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Closer to the pyramid, a selection of fighters had chosen to defend the pyramid from anyone seeking to climb it. Two of which were Ermac and Sindel. Sindel’s banshee scream and long range weapon paired with Ermac’s telekinesis made getting up a challenge.

“Has anyone come through?”

“Not yet-

Ermac was silent as Sindel rammed her naginata through an enemy’s head. She pulled it out avd smirked ever so gently. Ermac’s response was delayed, but gracious.

“Appreciated.”

“Do not relax yet.”

Closer to the ground, Kitana dodged Mileena’s thrown sai. It had been years since she thought of her clone, but Mileena seemed to have done nothing but think about her.

“You could have just lived your own life, why do you continue to plot against me?”

“Silly sister, where there are siblings, there is rivalry.”

As Kitana fought her manic clone, Jade was engaged in her own rivalry. A part of her hoped Tanya would simply slink away to the shadows, never to show her traitorous face again.

But another part longed to make her suffer for her betrayals.

“Miss me?” Tanya teased as her tonfa pushed against Jade’s staff.

“Not in the slightest,” Jade replied. Tanya vanished in yellow light, reappearing behind Jade with a boot to the back of her head. They fought further, Tanya’s acrobatics making her a difficult foe to hit until Jade predicted her reappearance and smacked her with her staff.

“There was a time when I thought you were a decent warrior. You had your ways with persuasion and stealthy kills. But, after seeing your true self? You’re just a coward. A coward who wants everyone to believe she won’t scurry away for her own skin.”

Jade vanished in green light and tossed her razor-rang at Tanya, who dodged it and smirked.

“And how will you-

Jade’s razor-rang flew past, slicing through Tanya’s neck before Jade caught it. The knight marched up, taking her sweet time.

“Like that.”

Jade tapped Tanya to the ground, her head rolling off the stump. After all this time, justice had been done.

Jade regrouped with Kitana, and the two looked to each other before to their shared enemy..

“You are outnumbered, Mileena.”

Mileena giggled, clearly unworried about her position. She sunk into the ground wreathed in purple light, before appearing from above with a kick to Jade’s head.

Mileena bit deep into Kitana’s shoulder, kicking Kitana to the ground and pinning her hand with one of her sai.

“Farewell, sister,” Mileena taunted as she readied to toss a new sai through Kitana’s throat. Sindel, who had been joining Ermac in keeping their enemies away from the pyramid, saw the weapon, saw her daughter.

In a moment of adrenaline, Sindel dashed in front of the weapon. A sai pierced Sindel’s stomach, as Kitana’s anguished scream did the same for Mileena’s ears.

Mileena noticed the distraught expression and started to toy with her ‘sister’

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll join her soon.”

Kitana pulled the sai from her hand, standing to her feet. Mileena didn’t get a chance to attack, with both Kitana and Jade taking turns delivering their vengeance.

Kitana held her fan up, ready to kill the monster who had slain her mother. But before she did, she heard her mother’s voice. Mileena used this opportunity to teleport away with a mystical crystal.

Kitana ran up to her mother, Ermac using their powers to hold in the blood for a brief moment.

“Can’t you heal her?” She begged.

“We cannot. But we can at least grant you the time to say goodbye.”

Sindel looked to her daughter. A wonderful woman who had grown so much.

“Mother, I-I can’t do this without you.”

Sindel responded with a weak chuckle.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re much too old to need me anymore. You’ve been brave, and kind, and everything I wasn’t in the past.”

“My daughter… my precious jewel, you must promise me this: You must be strong. Be like steel to your enemies, but do not let your warmth die.”

Kitana felt her mother’s hand on her cheek, and she could barely keep herself together.

“I… I promise.”

Sindel smiled to her daughter.

“Thank you.”

And in that moment, Sindel, Queen of Edenia, took her last breath. Kitana wept for her mother, Jade placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Princess, I hate to-

“No, Jade. We have a duty to attend.”—

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Nitara first learned about Datusha’s power the same way she did about most things. Reading. Yet despite the harrowing tales of scorched corpses, none of it compared to when she saw the bodies of her kind scorched in holy light, their wings severed from their shoulders and some with a trail of blood that implied their desperate attempt to crawl away.

Using blood magic, Nitara created a small scimitar to block Ashrah’s blade. The hunter snarled at her prey.

“Blood magic, as if your kind couldn’t be any more repulsive.”

“You’re one to talk,” Nitara retorted as she pushed Ashrah back and flew into the air to lecture.

“Butchering villages of innocent Moroi. There were children and scholars in that place, people who only wanted to live in peace.”

Ashrah scoffed, gripping the blade tightly. Had the sword excised its hold on her already?

“Creatures of sin, consuming blood to survive. The only peace you’ll find is in death.”

Nitara couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“That’s what the sword told you? That weapon lies. You’re going to keep killing and killing until there’s nothing left of who you are.”

Nitara held out her hand.

“Give me the Kriss, and no more blood need be spilled.”

Ashrah looked down at the sword. She had to be lying. She had to be. She had to be.

The Kriss yelled to her to kill the demon, to kill all of her kind, only then will she find peace. The voice was an unbearable cacophony, she had to silence it.

And she knew how.

With a yell of determined fury, Ashrah shot out a beam of light from hr palm at Nitara. The vampire use her wings to block the blow, but she felt the burn.

Nitara unveiled her wings, just in time to receive a sword slash across her left eye. Nitara rolled past the blasts, spitting a glob of coagulated blood onto Ashrah’s blade hand.

Ashrah looked ready to break herself free, before NItara barrelled into her and tackled her to the floor. Her arms were kept down, and Nitara looked into the eyes of her new victim.

It was almost a shame.

Nitara chomped her fangs onto Ashrah’s neck, draining the blood from her body. And as she felt it, she could taste something dark and demonic.

Oh, isn’t that rich?

Asrhah struggled, and Nitara had to admit that she was determined, but eventually the struggling stopped.

Her business done and Datusha wrapped in cloth, Nitara flew away from the battle. Let the fools squabble over the prize, she had everything she came for.

—

Quan Chi looked up to the pyramid. All he had to do was make a portal. But he could barely find time to think, let alone cast any proper spells.

He summoned an army of skeletons, sending them to his foes as he prepared to cast a portal..

But as he began the incantation, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Then, a familiar shout he had hoped to never hear again.

“GET OVER HERE!”

Quan Chi was pulled forward and punched viciously in his face by Scorpion. Ah, he had almost forgotten about his favourite former puppet.

“Scorpion, a pleasure-

Another punch, then another.

“No more words. No more deceit, no more tricks. Just die.”

Quan Chi summoned a blade from magic, using it to block Scorpion’s swings.

His arm was severed, followed by his right. Before he could chant a spell,

The swords jutted out through his back, and Quan Chi felt his life fading out. Would Shinnok bother to resurrect him for a second time?

“Do you remember their names?”

Quan Chi took too long to respond. And if he hadn’t sealed his fate already, it was unavoidable now.

Scorpion tore off his mask, exposing a bare skull, and breathed fire onto his former master.

The fire burned Quan Chi’s flesh, his yells music to Scorpion’s ears as he forced him to look directly into his eyes.

After all this time, Harumi and Satoshi had been avenged.

Shang Tsung didn’t believe in karma. Fate was a cruel mistress, but Shang Tsung had been escaping fate from the moment he was cursed. He had killed many, betrayed even more on his goals, his greatest achievement being the death of Liu Kang.

However, as he came face to face with the reanimated corpse of his latest victim, had to believe that this was the gods playing a cruel joke at his expense.

“Greetings, sorcerer.”

“Liu Kang, I’m glad you came to meet me at the end of all things.”

Despite the zombie’s rotted vison, Liu Kang’s voice was clear and undamaged. That just made it better.

“We have fought fourfold, Shang Tsung. And each of those times I have spared you.”

Liu Kang took a fighting position, the same one from the tournament all those years ago. It felt like ages, yet the memories were fresh.

“One last time, sorcerer.”

Shang Tsung smirked. It would be nice to kill him again before claiming ultimate power. He ceased conjuring a flaming skull and took a martial arts stance.

“As you wish, champion.”

As they had fought many times, both Liu Kang and Shang Tsung seemed evenly matched. But as the fight continued, Liu Kang gaining the upper hand, Shang Tsung began growing frustrated.

Shang Tsung blocked Liu Kang’s strike before punching him hard enough to twist his head. He then shot a flaming skull into the zombie’s back.

Liu Kang got to his feet, his head twisted back to the proper position before fighting again. He didn’t tire, possessing a corpse had its benefits. As the fight continued, Shang Tsung had admit he was growing tired.

“Slowing down, sorcerer?”

Shang morphed into Sub-Zero and sent a blast of ice along the ground. Liu Kang avoided being trapped with a flying kick that nailed Shang Tsung in the stomach.

Shang Tsung was on his knees, at the mercy of Liu Kang for the fourth time. Three times, he had squandered mercy. The latest caused Liu Kang’s death.

Perhaps some lives were too far gone to be saved.

Liu Kang closed his eyes and tightened the chains.

A final gasp of breath, and the sorcerer hit the ground. A flood of souls flew from his body, causing him to wither into a decrepit old man. His true form without any souls to rejuvenate him.

Kung Lao joined his friend, having finished his own battle with Baraka.

“Brother, are you alright?”

Liu Kang knew Lao was referring to his first kill. Strange, years ago it was Liu who admonished Lao for taking Baraka’s life. Now the situation was reversed, with Kung Lao shoring nothing but empathy.

‘It was for the greater good. I can only hope that the netherrealm will finally claim his soul.”

“You did what was necessary. Come, let us help Kai and Raiden.”

With a final look at his dead nemesis, Liu Kang turned to leave. The battle was not yet done.

#mortal kombat #my writing stuff #things i create #mortal kombat armageddon #in the end #There are so many characters to tag

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Congrats, Mary, on your app for Archie Andrews! Please check out this page for what to do next, and send us his blog within 48 hours.

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Mary

Preferred pronoun: She/her/hers

Age: 39

Time zone/Country: EST/Venezuela

RP Experience: A lot

Activity Level: 7/10

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Archibald “Archie” Andrews

Designation: Dominant

Age: 21

Birthdate: June 17

Face claim: KJ Apa

Orientation: Pansexual

Kinks: Bondage, hot wax, clamps, oral sex, orgasm denial, edging, daddy kink, public sex, roleplay, group sex, breath play, non con. Open to almost everything, except anti-kinks.

Anti-Kinks: Watersports, scat, spit, armpit and foot play, pet play, child play, cages.

Key Points:

Headstrong

Likeable, honest and sweet, especially with his family, friends, and people he cares for in general.

Capable of putting himself in harm’s way to help others.

He wishes he could form a loving family one day, like his parents did, the one he grew up in.

He can sometimes have rage episodes, which he often drains with boxing training.

BIO

Older son to Fred and Mary Andrews, and brother to Noah Andrews, you could take a look at Archie’s life and say there isn’t nothing in particular that stands out in it, at least not on his younger years. With a friendly and open nature, it wasn’t unusual for Archie to always be surrounded by friends and people who he always tried to help in any way he saw fit. He played football, and also had a musical band during high school, and growing up in a small town like Lima, Ohio, he was only hoping he could graduate well, and maybe taking over his father’s business, Andrews Constructors, at least until the moment he would get his mark and was made to attend the school to work on getting to learn what to do about it.

Then his father died. It happened suddenly, and that shifted the axis of his entire family. He realized he couldn’t leave his family behind to go to the academy just yet, and for the next couple of years he focused all his attention and strengths to work in the family business, along with owning the local boxing gym, where people go to train on several impact sports, himself included.

Added to that was the fact that his brother, Noah had a very different view on the D/s rules of society and the world, and even if he loved his brother very much, that was a topic that generated friction on several occasion in the Andrews household. Then one day, just a couple of classes shy away from graduation his brother left, and even if Archie felt it was his right to go his own way in life, once he found out where did Noah actually ended, he marched over to where he was and personally took him away. He realized there and then it was time for both of them to set their steps on the path they were supposed to be on, and that part started with enrolling at the Stonewall D/s Prep School.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What are your feelings about the mark you have received?

I wasn’t surprised, honestly. I’ve always consider myself a good leader, and I feel my mark, and the responsibility that comes with it will be taken on with the same kind of drive I’ve had with everything else in my life.

How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it?

My fathers and me are supporters of the system as it is. Not my brother. But I think the one thing we could agree on is that, like with everything else, there could be always be room for improvement.

Where do you see yourself after you graduate?

I wish for the chance to go to college. Business school. There’s a lot I feel I can still learn. I’m always eager about that, about learning about everything.

How do you feel about authority?

I think it’s important you offer a sense of authority, especially in you’re in a position where you need to take care of things, or when something is your responsibility. I consider myself a strong, but fair leader, which has been proven in all the moments that I had to be one.

#accepted #mary

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stealforreal · 3 years

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Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

#mha #mha x reader #dad au #shoto todoroki #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #mha x y/n #dad todoroki #Twins #timetravel #quirks #Shoto is so cute #futurekids

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