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harrysgloves · 4 years

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Trouble (college roommate!AU)

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word count: 4.5k

story summary: You’re nothing but trouble and Harry can’t help the fact that he wants a taste.

warnings: LANGUAGE (feel like everyone reading me shouldn’t be surprised by this) // girl on girl smut (oral sex) // Bisexual character.

a/n: Figured my next fic should be a bit different then the last but let me warn you now that this will have a bisexual MC and many bisexual/gay supporting characters if this offends you this is not the story for you!

Also, you may disagree with a lot of the shit the MC does and you’re more than welcome to not read at any point if you get uncomfortable.

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"Fuck this." Rose, your part-time fuckbuddy and full time best friend, groaned from the armchair you were leaning back against. She threw her notebook down on the living room floor. It landed directly beside you causing you to look up from your own notes, turning your head slightly to see her long blonde hair flowing down the side of the armrest, her bright eyes that you loved so much staring off at the ceiling making you smile.

"Yeah, this sucks." You agreed as you laid down on the floor, hands covering your face. You thought college meant fun and freedom not crying about some test you definitely weren't prepared for the next day.

For it being your second semester, you still weren’t any way prepared for the shit show that was college. You hated waking up early, hated studying, the only thing you were good at? Partying, but you tried your best to at least semi-pass your classes so your parents didn’t murder you when you came back home for the holidays.

“We should be strippers.” Rose said, snapping you out of your thoughts with a laugh. Turning your head to look at her daydreaming about the good life of not having to study for a math test ever again.

Which was dumb anyway because you weren’t even majoring in anything that required math so you didn’t understand why you still had to take core classes. Especially since you had to pay for the classes you weren’t even going to use in the future.

“Might need to if I fail this test.” You sighed, eyes staring up at the ceiling of your shitty on-campus apartment that you loved so much because it was your first one. Even if the tap in the kitchen dripped all night long and the washer and dryer didn’t work half the time. It was still yours, well, and your roommates but you liked him so it wasn’t that big of a deal to share your space.

He was a friend of a friend who always seemed to be hanging around your little group all the time anyway so when he needed a place to live and you had an extra room it was a no brainer. It didn’t hurt that he wasn’t the worst to look at when he walked around in just a towel after his shower.

Plus, he let you decorate how you wanted and cleaned up after himself. In your book, he was a pretty great roommate. A lot better than your last.

“Yeah, it’s time for a break.” Rose said as she rolled off your navy blue chair onto the white rug that took up most of your living room floor.

She crawled over to you, straddling your hips, her red denim skirt riding up her tanned tattooed thighs as she smiled so innocently down to you, her sun-kissed blonde hair tickling your face as she leaned over you. Her hands resting on either side of your head.

“You gotta stop stealing my clothes.” You complained, hands rubbing up and down her thighs before tugging gently on the skirt that used to be yours but was now apparently hers.

“No way. It’s why I’m your friend.” She smiled as you rolled your eyes, letting out an annoyed huff.

“That's the only reason?” You questioned eyes focusing back on her irritatingly smiling face. She hummed pondering your question, knowing it was pissing you off the longer she took to answer you.

“Oh, well you also buy me lunch.” She giggled as you tried to push her off you. Your hands gripping her hips as you pushed.

“Okay! Okay!” She laughed loudly, hands grabbing yours to stop you. “You’re also good in bed. There’s that too.”

“That’s it. You’re buying lunch for a month.” You muttered, eyes drifting away from her. She could be such a brat when she wanted to be.

Of course, that’s what you liked best about her.

“Not happening! You’re the one with a hot daddy buying your shit. We gotta use that black credit card while we can before the money train stops.” She pouted, her perfect dusty rose painted lip sticking out and all.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to give my money to someone else.” You laughed as she sat up, faking being shocked, knowing damn well you wouldn’t ever tell her no. Especially when it came to money.

Rose didn’t have nearly the nice life growing up like you did. She didn’t have the nice parents or the nice 4 bedroom house with a white picket fence. No, she had many reasons to be the way she was. You, on the other hand? You had no excuse.

You just liked doing whatever the hell you felt like whenever you wanted.

You liked being completely and totally free to be with whoever you wanted to. You didn’t like being tied down. Not to friends, not to anyone you slept with. You had a bad habit of hurting people doing whatever the hell you pleased.

Not like you cared much. You always got what you wanted in the end anyway and you always gave fair warning that you were a bridge burner. Giving up on people before they had a chance to hurt you should have been considered one of your kinks.

It wasn’t that you weren’t a nice person. You were, maybe even a little too nice sometimes. You just didn’t put up with anyone’s shit. The second a person got too clingy or didn’t understand that no, you didn’t want to date them. They got the ax. To you, college was the time in your life for you to find yourself. Find out what you liked and what you didn’t. Have all the fun experiences you could possibly have in 4 years before being forced to settle down into a boring office job for the next 40 years of your life.

Now was the time for you to be adventurous and spontaneous. You didn’t have time for people’s shit and you didn’t have time to be tied down to someone.

Luckily, most of your friends understood your way of thinking. Rose was one of the lucky few you kept close to you. One of the ones you actually opened up to and not just slept with whenever she was single and you were… bored. She understood your need to never say no to anything. She got the fact you craved to try anything and everything you could possibly do in the short amount of time you gave yourself.

She was also the world's worst influence and encouraged your bad behavior. Plus, she joined in most of the time which made everything a lot more fun.

“What happened to Josh?” You asked as she laid back down over top of you. Your loose black crop top band tee pushed up higher on your chest as she pressed harder up against you.

“You mean Josh-U-AHH?” She giggled, smiling wide as she rested on her forearms around your head. Her nose trailing softly against your neck.

“Mhm.” You said, a shiver running down your spine when she paused, lips hovering so close to the sweet spot on your neck you could feel her hot breath hitting your skin.

“Ditched him. He didn’t think it was funny that I kept screaming Josh-U-AHH every time he tried to fuck me.” She said before pressing her velvety soft lips exactly where you wanted her to. The moan you would have let out was replaced with a chuckling laugh.

“Oh my God. What a loser. Everyone loves Friends.” You could feel her lips curl into a smile as she hummed out her agreement. Her mouth trailing light kisses across down your neck. Your body arching ever so slightly into her. Hands grasping her thighs, running up her smooth legs, bunching her skirt around her waist.

When her perfectly straight teeth nipped gently at the crook of your neck, you gasped, knees instinctively bending your legs pressed tightly together.

Your other favorite thing about Rose? She knew how to play dirty. The girl could read you like a damn book. Always knew exactly which buttons to press to get you going.

She could have you whimpering in seconds.

Her hand wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you up into a kiss. Her plump supple lips pressed so fiercely against yours, making your pulse pick up in anticipation. Wanting her so badly you could feel the ache running through your dampening core. Your legs sliding back and forth as her tongue waited for no invitation to claim whatever she wanted.

She was always like this with you, fiery, in control, you loved her like this. On top of you making your body burn with desire.

"Gonna let me fuck you?" She asked, pulling back from your open and waiting mouth so slightly her lips were still touching yours as she spoke.

Your core clenched at her question. A begging whimper coming from you as you nodded your head yes.

Her lips back on yours with so much force it knocked the air from your lungs. Leaving you gasping in a breath of totally her. The intoxicating scent of her sweet strawberry body wash flooding your senses.

Her one hand gripping tightly on the back of your neck as her other slid slowly up your flowing tee. Her nimble movements against your bare breast had you arching your back into her gentle touch. Needing so much more than she was giving you.

Right as you were about to beg for her to stop teasing you the front door to your apartment flew open.

"Jesus, y'fuck in the middle of the livin' room with the door unlocked?" He grumbled, one earbud still in his ear.

"Whatever. You're just jelly I'm fuckin' your girl, Styles." Rose said, leaning back to give Harry a sickeningly sweet smile across her beautiful face. Her hands were still running under your shirt making you bite your lip to suppress your sounds.

You had no idea why she loved teasing Harry so much about this. It wasn't like you two had ever hooked up and honestly he never showed much interest in you. Even before he lived with you he was very indifferent about your existence in your guys' friend group.

You chatted here and there a few times. Got drunk together a lot but other than the cigarette chats outside the bars or at friends parties, you both seemed to go your separate ways.

Even living with the guy you hardly hung out together. Besides the handful of nights, you'd stay in, watching scary movies curled up on your couch. He'd come back from whatever the hell he did and would sit with you, teasing you every time you jumped at a cheap scare.

He rolled his enchanting green eyes as he walked past you two towards his bedroom. You maybe would have possibly been a bit embarrassed but the smirk he shot you as his glance so subtly met yours made your stomach do somersaults.

"You always gotta do that to him?" You questioned when you heard the door to his room shut.

"Shut up. He was totally eye-fucking you. I have no idea why you haven't slept with him yet you've done all our other friends." She said, hands retreating from under your shirt.

"Hey!" You sat up on your elbows so quickly she stumbled back a little on your hips. You knew it was true but damn, she didn’t have to make it sound so bad. You were only having some fun. Besides, she slept with half the people you had so she really had no room to be talking shit.

"What? It's true!" She said with that bright smile across her face, knowing she was getting under your skin.

"Yeah but Harry's not interested, like at all. I mean, he avoids me almost like the plague when we all go out." You sighed, laying back down flat on the floor.

You weren’t used to people not throwing themselves at you. Honestly, Harry was the only guy in your group of friends you hadn’t slept with and it had more to do with him than you. The guy was like a closed book which of course made him so much more intriguing when he never took any of your advances.

"Oh, he's interested. He's just not into sharing." She said, your eyebrows furrowed together as you thought back to all the people he’d brought over to the apartment.

He honestly didn’t seem to have a problem with sharing, so you weren’t really sure what she was getting at. He didn’t seem to ever have anything official but he’d only hang out with one person at a time. Something that hadn’t ever been your style but you respected his decision to not be involved in all the drama that usually followed with your group of friends.

"You know what? Why don't you fuck him if you're so set on him getting laid?" You asked, peering up at the blonde still sitting on top of you.

"He's not my type." She said, making you laugh instantly, Harry had a way of being everyone’s type.

"Bullshit, he's like a walking sex dream." You laughed the second her cheeks tinted the slightest shade of pink. Knowing damn well she had done her fair share of checking him out but she was sort of right. Rose had a bad habit of chasing down frat boys which always sucked when she dated them and you had to pretend to like them when you all hung out.

Which was always extra hard since they were all pervy idiots who always asked to watch you two hook up and Rose would never let you slap the shit out of them for asking that. Even though they deserved it.

"Yeah, but he's too smart. I need my men to be as dumb as a doornail." She said, pulling you out of your thoughts. Her smiling face beaming down at you and you wished she was joking but you knew she wasn’t.

"Oh my God, you're a terrible person." You said cracking up as she swatted your shoulder, obviously offended.

"I am not!" She said, her voice raising, pissed off you were laughing at her. You couldn’t help it though, she was being so serious and it was the funniest shit you’d heard in a while.

"You kind of are but whatever.” You sighed, lifting your head up slightly to look around her at Harry’s door to make sure it was still closed. “Besides a guy that looks like that is probably shit in bed anyway."

"I heard he's hung." She said, making your head snap back around to look at her.

"What the fuck? Where'd you hear that?" You asked, sitting back up slightly. Most of the people he had hooked up with weren’t in your group of friends so you never heard anything about him. Besides when he brought people home, which really didn’t happen as often as you bringing people home, and you’d hear them in his bedroom.

But you really thought they were exaggerating.

"Elena, she was screwing him for a bit." Rose said, her eyes moving away from yours as you frowned slightly. You thought those two were together for a while and if you were being honest you were very much Team Relena. They were super cute together and she was so much better than that dumbass Josh. Plus, Rose deserved to be happy with someone in an actual committed relationship at some point, not anything you’d ever be able to give her.

Luckily, she always understood that and it never got in the way of your friendship. If anything it made you guys closer.

"Wait, is that why you two broke it off and you went for dumbass Josh?" You asked, trying to get her attention back to you but she shrugged you off. Trying hard to act like it didn’t bother her when you know it did.

"Yeah, Mr. Smarty pants over there stole my girl." She said with a forced laugh trying to move the attention off of the fact she was a little hurt and you didn’t blame her.

The one time she had openly dated someone in a while and she got left for someone else? Plus, Harry and Elena weren’t even dating or hanging out now. Harry hadn’t even hung around her at any parties or bothered to bring her back to your guys' apartment. You wouldn’t even have known they hooked up if Rose didn’t tell you. You knew that had to hurt, which was just another reason on the long list of why you don’t date.

"At least she was shit in bed?" You asked, trying to get her to cheer up a bit.

"Who's the terrible person now?" She said with a giggle as you tried to push her off you again.

"Get off me." You grumbled, her hands grabbing onto yours when you tried your hardest to get away from her. She wasn’t going to be a dick to you and also try to still get you to sleep with her, wasn’t going to happen.

"No way! I'm gonna prove to you that he's into you." She sounded so determined, it made you roll your eyes. Shaking your head at her.

"You know, most people, when they're fucking someone aren't trying to pimp them out to someone else." You said, raising your eyebrow as you questioned why the hell she was so set on this but eventually settled on the fact that if you screwed him he’d more than likely leave Elena alone for her.

"Good thing we only fuck when we're bored or avoiding homework." Her sweet smile spreading wide across her perfectly flawless face.

"I see how it is." You huffed out, arms crossing over your chest as you pout your lips at her. She loved teasing you about this shit so much it was basically a part of your everyday routine. She’d tease you about something, you’d act upset, then you guys fucked. It was your thing.

"Awe baby,” She cooed at you, leaning down, brushing the hair out of your face. “Don't act so surprised. You couldn't date anyone if your life depended on it. Besides, I'm your best friend and I like proving you wrong when I know I'm right."

"Fine, whatever, but when I'm right you owe me lunch for a week and not the shit that comes with your college fees either I'm talking real lunch." You said, finally realizing she wasn’t going to leave this alone. It was your last roommate all over again, only this time you didn’t think Harry would move out when Rose harassed him nonstop.

"Well, when I win you owe me lunch at that real nice sushi place I like on you and not your fancy daddy." She smiled, teasing you about your sugar daddy. Who she’d only met once but still decided that he was hot shit and you needed to marry him.

"Be prepared to lose." You shrugged, knowing she was going to lose this bet she had set up. It wasn’t like you really turned many people down and Harry had plenty of opportunities he just never took them. So it looked like you were going to be having lunch on her for a week.

"So, what are you going to do? Write a little note that says do you want to fuck Y/N? Circle yes or no, under his door?" You asked, sitting up slightly before she could start getting you worked up again and the thought slipped your mind.

She always had a way of distracting you.

"I have my own ideas. Damn, give me some credit." She sat back, pouting that you’d interrupted her before she could kiss you again. Her big doe eyes pleading with you to drop it already and you didn’t blame her. That studying was pointless and there was no way you two were going to do it.

And you guys hadn’t hooked up in a while.

"Well, you got to tell me what it is!" You said loudly, sighing, and laying back down on the floor. Your mind reeling with all the crazy shit she’d probably do to him. Which made you silently cringe, not wanting her to chase off the one good roommate you’d manage to keep around.

"I will but we were kind of in the middle of something and I know you haven't been laid since you slept with Finn like 3 weeks ago." She whined, burying her head in the crook of your neck. Her blonde hair laying across your face making you sputter and spit it out of your mouth. Your hands desperately swatting away the long strands that you were now eating.

"Wow, just keep up with my sex life why don't you." You said, rolling your eyes as she finally sat up again and got her fucking hair out of your face.

It might have smelled amazing but it wasn’t so much fun to eat.

"Kind of hard to miss when he bragged about it at that frat party Josh and his boys threw last weekend." Your nose immediately crinkled in disgust. Sure, you understood bragging rights but to a whole party? No way.

"Ew." You fake gagged, the guy might have been your friend but damn he needed to learn some manners. You never talked about your conquests unless people asked and hardly even then. You kept your shit to yourself.

"Eh, he talked you up real good." She shrugged, leaning back down to your level, her lips pressing softly against the place right behind your ear that always made you gasp. You felt the smile on her lips the second the air left your lungs.

“You talk me up too?” You asked as she continued her delicious assault on your neck. Her lips pressing lightly against your hot skin as your legs pressed together.

“Always do.” She whispered so quietly before her teeth gazed gently against your ear lobe. Your body arching into her as she pulled away. Her smiling face was beautiful, it felt like the sun was looking down at you.

Her hands slipping back around to the back of your neck while she enjoyed the view of you already getting so needy for her. Your big pouty lips sticking out for her to kiss but the gently shaking no of her head made you whine.

“Please?” You whined, all thoughts of before completely wiped from your mind as you pleaded up to her. Hands gripping her waist in a desperate attempt to pull her closer to you.

She hummed, amused at the fact you were already a mess. Her lips pressed harshly against yours, her lipstick smashing all against your face but you didn’t care one bit.

You felt that familiar fire of need burning so deeply in the pit of your stomach. Your nails digging into the flesh of her ass when you ground her hips forward over top of you, the sweetest sounding moan drifting from her as her core ran against your midsection.

You smiled, seizing the opportunity for your tongue to intrude her mouth. It wasn’t often you took control, always happy to let someone else play the lead but you were tired of waiting. Tired of her playing her games.

But that wasn't her style. No, letting you take control wasn't something she was into. She liked you desperate, needy, begging. The complete opposite of how you usually were outside of the bedroom or in this case the living room floor.

Her lips disconnected from yours. She left wet hot kisses slowly down your neck as her hands flipped up your shirt. Your bare breast on complete display and you might have said something about not being the safety of your room but when her tongue swiped over your already pebbled nipple it was game over.

Your chest arching into her mouth as her amused eyes flickered up to yours. A smile across her face as her tongue trailed across your sternum down the sensitive skin of your hips. She pulled back from you, biting her lip as she climbed between your legs.

You whimpered at the sight, her hands running down the inside of your legs as she pushed your skirt up around your hips. Your eyes peering down at the absolute assault she was doing to your body. Wet kisses trailing the inside of your legs followed by small love bites here and there.

Your hands balled up in fists, nails digging into the palm of your hands as you shifted your hips closer to her face. Whining when she stopped what she was doing to look at you.

"What's wrong, baby?" She asked in that sweet voice you loved so much, wrapping her fingers around the soaking black cotton of your underwear and moving it aside.

"Please, God, please. Just touch me." You begged yet again but the second your hips shifted into her she pulled back from you, tsking.

"Gotta ask nicer than that." She mused, as your head fell back to the floor. She was trying to murder you, literally murder you.

"Please, Rose."

A loud moan leaving you the second her tongue ran across your slick folds. Your knees desperately trying to close around her but she kept pressure on both legs, holding you open for her.

"Keep your head back, baby." She said as her fingers slipped into you and if you would have been in your right state of mind you might have asked why or even looked up.

So of course you didn't notice Harry standing in the kitchen. Wide-eyed, mouth gaping as he held the fridge door open like an idiot. You didn't notice Rose turning her head around to look at him, shooting him a sly wink before pounding into your sweet spot with such precision you could already feel your walls clamping around her hand.

"Gonna sing for me?" She asked, tongue going back to run circles around your clit. Your body felt like it was vibrating from how well she knew how to work you.

All you could do was mumble out a soft "mhm" through your moans. Your body felt like it was convulsing underneath her as your eye clenched together tightly. The pit in your stomach growing so warm before your orgasm washed over you in violent waves of euphoria.

You couldn't even lift your head when she was through. You gasped for air as you laid on the floor, legs feeling like jello as the high finally subsided.

"Enjoy the show?" She said, breaking through your foggy mind as you sat up on your forearms, eyes instantly locking on Harry's wide green eyes. Then promptly moving downward to the bulge in his basketball shorts. A smug smile across your face as he sputtered about for words.

"Uh, just came to get water." He said, a bottle of water not in hand as he turned to bolt for the safety of his room.

"Fuck." You groaned, laying back down on the floor. "I owe you lunch."

"Yeah, you do!"

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gotmilk5101520 · 3 years

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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 40 Night Patroll

Well, we’re finally here. The third (fourth) and final season of Trollhunters.

That was not aliens landing in town.

Why are you two chasing him on foot?

“He’s heading toward Arbor Street. Tell me you put up signs there”

It was at this moment he knew, he fucked up.

“I thought you did”

It was at this moment they knew, they fucked up.

Jim gets defeated by a chair.

“Ha-ha!”

“Eat my geomancy”

“Gumm-Gumm swine!”

“Uh, Blinky, you’ve got the wrong sign!”

It was at this moment he knew, he fucked up.

“For weeks, Gunmar’s been sending his minions to do his dirty work” Two weeks have passed since last episode? Again?

“Gunmar strong!”

“Do nothing, Gunmar grow stronger!”

“My choice!”

“It would be a waste of a hulking brute” Never waste a hulking brute.

“Go on”

“I wanna enjoy the sunrise while still have ‘em”

Enjoy it while you can.

Turkey and milk.

“Are you painting?”

“Well, if you can call it that”

“Come on, don’t sell yourself short. I’m sure-”

“WHOA! WHOA!”

“No, no, no, no, no”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, no. It’s-It’s, uh... It’s-It’s”

“thought provoking” Very thought provoking.

“I can drive you to school on my way to the hospital”

“Actually”

”i promised Claire i’d walk her. I was just on my way”

“Oh. And they say chivalry is dead” No, chivalry is dead.

“Claire, i told you not to use your Shadow Staff”

“You’ve had that cold since you opened that giant portal” “Well i rather be sick than be possessed by a bitch or dying a virgin”

“If you don’t get that sign out of here, the crime rate’s about to go up!”

“Geez, mister! It’s just a sign. Everyone else has got one”

“I am running against her!”

“Hammes is my name!” “Aren’t you a Republican?” “Yes i am! Screw Nunez and her Democrat views! Long live President Donald Trump!”

“Gotta go!”

“Let’s cheese it!” “Let’s go!”

“Sorry you’re gonna lose! Especially since we live in California!”

“Why i oughta-!”

“Ahh!”

“Instead of seeking the hole the traitors cower in”

“We should storm the surface and seize the human’s weaponry”

“Use it against them. They have explosives that level cities ripe for the taking” And that’s how World War 3 starts.

“And then what?”

“We’re only as strong as the night lasts”

“Every dawn will decimate our forces, giving the humans the advantage” You know. Gunmar is actually a pretty smart villain. Villains like him would want to attack now, and his men tell him it’s a bad idea. But Gunmar knows that the sun can kill them and that’s why he wants to bring forth the Eternal Night.

“Ugh! The Pale Lady. The Eldritch Queen”

“Why don’t you just call her by her real name?”

“Morga-” “No!”

“Her name is cursed!”

“What is she? Voldemort?”

“Look at the hot sauce that showed up on our front door, C-Bomb”

“It’s Luka Couffaine”

“I told you, i’m not Luka Couffaine”

“Wow, you really are Luka Couffaine” “No i’m not”

“No, you’re definitely Luka Couffaine” “How so?” “Well, you both have blue-black hair” “Play the guitar” “Black fingernails” “Punk-goth-ish outfit” “Trying to steal the girl” “Wait, you guys were both introduced in 2018″ “Yeah, but Luka was introduced in March. Douxie didn’t come till May” “Yeah. He’s a California Luka” “Please don’t let this continue in 3Below and Wizards”

“I mean, it’s the end of the school year”

“and we’re already pretty booked up with all those”

“after school activities”

“You need to take the night off”

“You’re working way too hard”

“Remember, life’s a balance”

“Actually, a friend of mine told me i needed more balance” She got you there.

This is fine.

“Again, what is the code of changelings?”

“Rule 1”

“There’s honor among assassins”

“Rule 2!”

“Rule 1 is a lie. There’s no such thing as honor”

“Rule number 3?” “Always kick them in the gronk-nuks”

“I mean. Everything and everyone is a tool to get what you want. I like the other rule 3”

“Use the darkness, Trollhunter. Give in to the darkness. Embrace the darkness”

“Tetsuya Nomura is that you?”

“Ah!”

“That is not a toilet, Plagsnork!” Everything is a toilet.

“What word did you bring, old friend?”

“Two words” That’s three fingers.

“So, you’ve had this cold for two weeks. Any other symptoms?”

“Yeah, to be honest”

“I’ve been tired all the time”

“and spacing out”

“According to my tests, you’re in absolute perfect health” Even though she looks sick?

“This happens a lot”

“Finals are approaching”

“and you kids think everything is the end of the world”

“If you only knew” Haha.

“How are things with you and Jim?”

“Every time i ask, he gets tongue-tied”

“It’s good”

“He’s great” Why did you look away just a sec? What are you hiding?

See? See? Look, even Barbara sees the bullshit!

“Master Jim, thought you could use this”

”I managed to scrounge up all the components for brewing a fine cup of coffee”

“Except i had to use someone’s old gym lock for the filter”

*Spit Take in Troll*

“Master Jim, as our Trollhunter”

“you have been, eh”

“awful”

“So many times, making horrible”

”horrible mistakes”

“Hey, i’m trying my best”

“Precisely”

“And that is why”

“i would follow to the ends of the earth”

“You are human”

“You grow”

”You learn from your mistakes”

”You always try to make the right choice”

“Unlike Gunmar, i believe we trolls can grow with you”

“Don’t push out the darkness”

“Embrace that rage. Let it fuel you”

“Your humanity is your weakness”

“Let’s hope you’re right”

“Trolls, stand with me!”

“For tonight, we...”

“Whatever” Good to see you Changeling.

Sneak attack failed.

“You stole this world from us!”

“The time of man is at an end!”

“Only one can rule the earth!” This hits harder after Wizards.

Oh, hey it’s the billboard of foreshadowing.

“Master Jim! Don’t do it!”

“Do it, Trollhunter!”

“If you think your armor’s too much to shoulder today”

“i’ll make sure it’ll break you tomorrow!”

“I found you once. I will find you again”

“Kill him!”

“You will need to learn to let go”

“No more holding back”

“Release what’s inside of you”

“Use the darkness, Trollhunter”

“He’s not ready”

“His humanity will get him killed”

“Your humanity will be your undoing”

“You are human”

“You grow”

”You learn from your mistakes”

”You always try to make the right choice”

“I’m the Trollhunter”

“Master Jim, we must leave at once”

“You cannot escape me”

“I’ll find you!”

“Who is that?”

“Who’s there?”

“I will return”

“I can’t stop crying...”

“over you”

“I will return” “It’s her”

“I will return”

AAHH! Geez, enough with the jump scares. This isn’t Five Nights at Freddy’s.

Jim, you must reject your humanity!

While we run from the cops.

#trollhunters #milk watches trollhunters #tales of arcadia

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tacticianlyra · 3 years

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Found-Family AU

Title should be self-explanatory, but for context:

Zak is not Doc and Drew’s kid. He’s still Kur.

His parents in this situation were...not the best people, and through certain events he ended up on his own.

Best fam still comes together.

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It wasn’t too bad, once he’d gotten some basic supplies, which included but wasn’t limited to: blankets to line the old tree’s hollow, a mosquito net to hang up to keep (most of) the bugs out, a cooler, and a fishing rod.

Zon was a huge help in getting those things, too—she kept everyone distracted by flying around and making noise. A pterosaur was way more interesting than some nobody kid stealing stuff.

It wasn’t like he wanted to steal things, but what else could he do?

It wasn’t too bad, even if it got a little lonely. Zon might not have been able to talk back, but she was really good at listening, and kept the more dangerous animals away. Turns out jaguars didn’t appreciate getting dive-bombed.

And, well, she actually helped with keeping his hair not-tangled.

It was actually kind of nice, not having to worry about anything, even if he had to make weekly trips into town just to get more bottled water. The river water looked disgustingly muddy, so he wanted that option to stay emergency-only.

There was no one to bother them out there.

At least, not usually. It wasn’t too often (or ever) that they came back to the nest to hear voices.

“Looks like those shopkeepers might be right,” a man was saying. “Someone really did train it.”

“But who would want to train a pteranodon to act as a distraction for the sake of petty thievery?” A woman this time—and that was all that could be said before Zon made her presence known.

Time to put his sad attempt at a fishing spear to good use.

“Hey, leave her al—ahh!”

Of course someone—something—else was there. The good news was that it (no wait, he) obviously hadn’t expected Zak to come running out of the undergrowth, since he’d screamed too.

“Fiskerton what—” The lady stopped short at turning to see Zak, almost dropping her…oh.

“That’s so not fair!” Zak heard himself whine at seeing the actual sword.

“What the…” the man trailed off, looking confounded and oh this was a fight they were going to lose if they stayed—

Zak turned around and bolted in the opposite direction, trying to remember the path he’d figured out in case something like this ever happened. Left, right, past the tree that bent sideways halfway up, left again—and then scrambling up the twisted old tree that had all the thick leaves.

He could hear Zon calling, which meant she was okay. She’d lead them away and lose them, like they’d practiced, and then they’d…

Zak groaned, putting his face in his hands. They’d have to move further downstream again now, which meant an even longer walk to town.

But staying wasn’t something they could risk. Last time they’d tried that after some hikers had found them, the police had come looking for them.

A minute crawled by. Then two. Then—

“Eschewi?”

Then he almost fell out of the tree. And got caught by the…gorilla-cat? Yeah, Zak was going to go with that.

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“I—I don’t understand,” Drew managed to say finally. “Why is there a kid out here?”

Doc didn’t answer right away, instead looking up at the still-circling avian cryptid. “I don’t know, but we should probably go after him first.”

“I’ll go after him. You go after the pteranodon.”

“But Drew—”

“Doc, he ran after he saw you. I think you scared him.”

Her husband looked like he was about to protest that, but stopped before he said anything, instead sighing. “I guess he did look pretty spooked there. Let me know if you find him.”

It had rained the night before, which meant mud. Mud meant clear footprints, for the most part—but Drew still had to give this kid some credit. He’d taken routes that were more or less overgrown, and it was honestly only because Fiskerton had a more-than-decent sense of smell that they didn’t lose the trail at one point.

She’d gotten a ten-second look at the kid before he’d bolted, but now that Fiskerton was bringing him down from the tree…it was a little too obvious that he’d been on his own for a while, with how dirt-stained both his clothes were. His shoes looked like they were preparing to fall apart, and his hair (two-toned, mostly black but with a blonde fringe in the front) was an absolute mess.

That his expression had gone from panicked to defeated and then to blatant distrust might as well have been a physical blow. He couldn’t have been any older than ten.

A ten-year-old shouldn’t look that guarded.

“Hey there kiddo,” she greeted, smiling in a way that she hoped looked earnest enough. “What’re you doing all the way out here?”

“Just hanging around,” was the sarcasm-dripping response. Fiskerton put him down seconds later, doing his equivalent of a sheepish look. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”

His eyes went from the dirt up to her face. Bright amber, almost orange actually—but maybe it was just the sunlight making them look that way. “What kind of questions?”

“Do you live out here? By yourself?”

“With Zon.”

“And Zon is…?”

The kid bit his lip, before mumbling “Not sure what she is. Something dinosaur.” In other words, the pteranodon.

Oh no, Drew was not liking the picture this was painting. “Okay, you live with Zon. And—what’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”

She didn’t get a chance to answer, because then there was a harsh screech from overhead, and Drew found herself having to dive out of the way of an angry pteranodon-named-Zon.

“W-Wait, no, Zon, it’s—it’s okay!” the kid shouted, waving his arms a bit. And that might as well have hit a switch, with how fast she went from aggressive to trying to outright preen him. At least until Doc got there, because then it was “one wrong move away from having to find them again.”

“Drew?” Doc started quietly, questioning.

“I got this,” she replied at the same volume.

The kid was frowning slightly, still tense. “That’s your name?”

Drew nodded, smiling again. “Yep. And this is my husband Doc.”

“…that’s not a name.”

There’s a pause, before Doc says “It’s a nickname.”

“And that’s Fiskerton.” Fiskerton, who had gone up the tree the second Zon had made her entrance, waved.

The kid stared at him for a few seconds, before saying “You gotta guess mine.”

…honestly? Drew really should have seen that one coming.

#The Secret Saturdays #TSS #TSS AU #this is a first draft btw

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oncelers-panties · 4 years

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It´s so easy

In which Once-ler gets to spend the night at his idol´s hotel room.

Pairing: Groupie! Once-ler x Rockstar! Greed-ler

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Drug Use, Choking, Overstimulation, general n/sfw

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“Here we are; sit wherever you like.”

Once-ler obeyed, meekly walking over to a large sofa in the middle of the room and taking a seat, trying to find a spot that wasn´t littered with beer cans and empty fast-food wrappings.

He looked around in awe; taking in the luxury suite that shone in red and golden colors, windows with heavy velvet drapes and a chandelier bathing the room in gentle light. He´d never seen anything like this in real life, mostly because a single night at such a place would cost thrice the amount he made at all his part-time jobs combined.

Of course, it wasn´t Once-ler paying for the room, but his most beloved music idol, who had invited him over for the night. The whole situation still seemed so surreal to him. Not only had he gotten the Rockstar’s number, had tickets to his latest show given to him for free and got to meet the band backstage. Right after the show, Greed had taken him along, calling for cab to drive them to the hotel the musician was staying in. What were the odds for something like that to happen to an average person?

A weight pushing down the cushion next to him interrupted the devotee’s thoughts, and he turned his head to carefully look at his idol. He was still unsure how to behave around him, feeling endlessly excited and curious on the one hand, but also bashful and reluctant on the other. Being an unimportant nobody in the presence of someone this famous, someone who had pictures of his image printed all over the world, who had thousands of dedicated followers ready to fall to their knees for him, at any time… it felt unreal, to put it lightly, and Once-ler felt his nervousness getting stronger with every second, questioning why the Rockstar would want to spend time with someone like him.

Greed, on the other hand, didn´t seem worried in the slightest. With a relaxed sigh, he made himself comfortable, stretching his limbs, black-painted lips curving into a grin as he turned to his visitor.

“You like it?”

Once-ler nodded vigorously, fumbling with his fingers a little.

“Y-yeah, a lot. The, uhm… décor, it´s very nice.”

He watched as Greed reached for something on the table that stood right by the couch. It was also full of junk, empty cigarette packets, overfilled ashtrays, bottles of liquor and boxes overflowing with tobacco. The musician grabbed a glass- one that was at least somewhat clean- and filled it with whiskey.

“What about the show? You had fun there?”

“Oh, definitely! It was a great performance; you were all fantastic. Thank you so much for the tickets, and- and everything, that was so kind.”

The man was stumbling over his words, trying his hardest to not sound like an idiot. He really did not want to make a fool of himself in front of his idol, and ruin this one opportunity many others wouldn´t even dare to dream about. But it was difficult, staying collected, with those emerald eyes fixating on him so attentively.

“Well, you gotta give your fans a little treat sometimes, you know? It´s a… what´s the word? Symbiotic relationship. After all, without them cheering us on, we´d have nothing. So we have to treat them well, and they´ll be good to us, too.”

With these words, he scooted over to his visitor, making it so that their legs were touching. Once-ler shivered a little from the sudden contact.

“Who´s your favorite band member? It´s gotta be me, right?”

Greed´s smirk turned cocky, and his devotee let out a small laugh at that.

“I´m pretty sure you´re everyone´s favorite.”

“That´s because no one else in that damn group knows how to keep a crowd entertained to save their shit.”

The musician emptied his glass in one go, quickly refilling it, offering one to Once-ler as well, who accepted gladly, hoping it would help him calm his nerves a little. They went silent for a while as each was sipping on their drink, and at one point, the blue-eyed man could feel his idol snake a hand around his waist, pulling him close. He flushed deeply at the feeling of Greed´s breath on his ear, at the way his eyes were wandering over his body. The devotee was scantily dressed, a loose shirt that almost hung off his shoulders and tight jean shorts which nicely accentuated the slim figure. It was useful for combating the summer heat, and for drawing curious gazes in his direction, as well.

“That´s a cute outfit, love. You put that on for me?”

Wandering fingers found their way between his thighs, drawing small circles and stroking along the skin. Once-ler mewled softly, legs opening up by themselves at the pleasant sensation.

“Maybe,” he breathed, tiny moan leaving his mouth when his idol pressed a deep kiss to the side of his neck, then one more, and soon it was covered in black lipstick stains all over. Head lolling to the side, Once-ler closed his eyes in bliss, body getting heated as the other´s touches got firmer and more demanding. Greed´s teeth scraped at his skin, not yet biting, and his hand went upward, disappearing beneath the devotee´s shirt to caress the flat stomach. At the same time, the man´s tongue poked out, flicking at Once-ler´s earlobe before tracing the shell, causing him to gasp and squirm in his seat, grasping at the soft cushion he was sitting on. Already, the familiar heat was building up in his lower regions, and even though he was still feeling tense, his idol´s touches made it difficult to not just give in and surrender to his will at once.

The musician nibbled on his visitor´s ear, smiling in satisfaction at the sounds he already managed to get out of him with only so little.

“Hey, you wanna try something out? It´ll make this whole thing feel even better,” he murmured playfully against the other´s jaw, causing him to look up questioningly.

Greed took his hands away to rummage through the junk on his table, then took hold of a plastic pill bottle, undoing the lid with a pop. After shaking it above his open palm, a small, pink pill dropped out, and he offered it to Once-ler with a mischievous expression.

The devotee stared at it in surprise, unsure what to do. He had experimented with these kinds of things before, so it wasn´t really new to him. Still, he had often been warned not to take “candy” from strangers, and despite the fact that he had come to the musician´s place willingly, allowing himself to be this vulnerable around someone he knew next to nothing about seemed like a bad idea.

On the other hand, if he had already come this far, getting to spend a night with the Greed, why not enjoy it to the fullest? When else would he ever get an opportunity like this? Life was dull and stressful; he could as well fully let go and indulge himself this once.

Abandoning all caution, he reached for the drug, but the Rockstar pulled away.

“Say ‘ahh’, dollface,” Greed purred, waiting for his visitor to open his mouth and placing the pill on his tongue.

Once-ler gulped it down, eyes going wide when his idol cupped his face right after, bringing their lips together in a rough kiss. He sighed in delight, gladly allowing the man to take control and shove his tongue inside, immediately noticing an unfamiliar but pleasant feeling as the other´s flesh roamed around. Greed had gotten a tongue piercing a while ago, and the way the piece of metal rubbed against the roof of the devotee´s mouth, the underside of his tongue, clacked against the back of his teeth- it felt so undeniably exciting, causing the blue-eyed man to moan into the kiss, grabbing onto the Rockstar’s shirt and pulling him closer. Humming softly at his visitor´s enthusiasm, the musician deepened the kiss, pulling away now and then to bite and lick at the other´s lower lip and the corners of his mouth, smudging them with his make-up as well. Once-ler´s fascination with his piercing did not remain unnoticed by Greed, and he stuck his tongue out cheekily, fully displaying it to his visitor. The devotee held his breath at that sight, feeling his member twitch in those way too tight shorts, and flicked the tip of his own tongue over the metal, playing with it before sucking lewdly at the decoration.

“Naughty boy,” the musician drawled out, pushing Once-ler down by his shoulders as he went to attack the inside of his mouth again, positioning one knee between his legs and pressing it teasingly against the noticeable bulge. Groaning, the man lifted his hips to get more out of the sensation, arms wrapping around the other´s neck, fingers desperately combing through the damp, dark locks. Greed, after delivering one last, messy kiss, abandoned his visitor’s lips, focusing instead on the flushed neck and shoulders.

Sharp bites resulting in cherry-red marks were followed by licks and kisses, turning Once-ler´s breath into uneven panting. Whatever it was Greed had given him was working fast; he felt as if he was being weighed down by a soft, heavy warmth that enveloped him from head to toe. All that was left of his tension was melting away, and every touch the man delivered felt so very intense, making sparks shoot through his body and causing a pleasant, tingling sensation that lingered even after the contact. And while Once-ler would have usually felt somewhat self-conscious about anyone looking at his- in his opinion- much too skinny form, at that moment there was nothing but excitement, and he giggled a little when his idol lifted up his shirt, the cool air of the room making his skin erupt in goosebumps.

Greed let his fingers run over the smooth chest once, but stopped his caresses, turning away.

“Alright, love, lay still just like that, ok?” he murmured smilingly, searching for something on the table again. He was quick to find it, a small, transparent packet that he opened with care. The devotee watched in wonder as the other spread its contents- a fine, white powder- onto his exposed chest, forming two thin lines with his little finger. Greed gave his visitor a devious look, holding one nostril shut as he snorted one line off his body and repeated the process with the second one. Throwing his head back with a groan, he sniffed a few more times, exhaling through his mouth before wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

Wide-eyed, Once-ler took the whole scene in, transfixed by the musician´s face, his smudged makeup and messy hair, the way his expression changed as bliss slowly overtook him, pupils dilating. He looked so dirty, so depraved, so damn bad, and the blue-eyed man felt as if he was gazing upon the most beautiful fucking thing in the entire world. Greed seemed to have similar thoughts, judging by the way he looked down at his visitor, eating every inch of his body up with his eyes.

He buried his teeth in Once-ler´ s skin, sucking hungrily at his ribs and collarbones, stroking the hips that peeked out from underneath the man´s shorts with his thumbs, turning his devotee into a moaning mess, making him curve his spine for every touch. Once-ler started trembling when the other bit his nipples, piercing rubbing against them with every roll of his tongue, providing additional pleasure. His body was out of his control at this point, but he didn´t mind, letting the musician take the lead.

“It´s cute how sensitive you are,” Greed whispered, taking in the sweet and sour smell of sweat that lingered on the other´s skin. “You´re so good, baby, so fun to play with… and you like all the attention a lot, don´t you?”

“Yes,” the blue-eyed man mewled, impatiently rutting against his idol´s knee. “Wanna be good. Please- more?”

It was getting increasingly hard for him to speak or even think, his tongue feeling heavy just as the rest of his body and mind unable to focus on anything but Greed and the wonderful, pleasurable things he was doing with his mouth and fingers.

The celebrity licked his lips, endeared by how quickly his visitor was willing to surrender himself to him. “Let´s go somewhere more comfortable for that, yeah?”

Standing up, he lifted the other from the sofa, carried him to the suite´s bedroom where he put him down on the soft mattress of the kind-sized bed. Once-ler´s shorts and underwear were dealt with in a second, Greed sliding them off the long legs and letting them fall to the floor before staring, captivated, at the now fully exposed flesh, the throbbing, painfully hard manhood that ached for his touch, and those needy, needy eyes…

Greed rid himself of his shirt as well, allowing his visitor to marvel at the sculpted abs he would gladly bury his face in, then placed his hands onto Once-ler´s slim waist, letting them travel further down to the narrow hips, spreading the man´s legs apart to grope the inside of his thighs, all while running the tip of tongue over the man´s length, pressing it flat against the slit and licking off the precum.

“Do you know how vulnerable you are, love? I could do whatever I damn please with you right now, and all you could do would be to just lie there and take it, like a good boy,” he said darkly, leaving a hickey on the other´s upper thigh, noticing how his devotee´s dick twitched at his words.

Groaning, Once-ler moved his hips, rubbing himself against his idol´s tongue, the contact causing fireworks to explode behind his closed eyes. It was painful at this point, he knew the man had what he needed and he wanted it so, so badly, for Greed to fuck him within an inch of his life with no holding back, and he didn´t feel like he could wait any longer.

“Pleeease,” he begged again with a whine, pulling on the musician´s hair, “please, you can have me any way you want… don´t care, need this-“

He yelped as he was suddenly grabbed by the hips and forced onto all fours, his behind being pulled upwards and slapped roughly, a stinging pain remaining.

“Prepare yourself for me. Do it properly, I want a show.”

Once-ler heard Greed open up a drawer, pulling something out of it that he then handed to his devotee. A bottle of lubrication that he, blushing, opened with shaky hands, almost letting it fall as he coated his fingers with the substance. Even the motion of extending his arm backwards felt a little difficult, making him feel like he no longer had any control over his movements, but the thought of being at the other´s mercy was even more of a turn-on, and he bit his lip in anticipation as he guided his fingers towards his entrance, flinching of how the cold liquid felt against his heated skin.

He circled one digit around the hole before carefully easing it in, moan escaping his lips. The drug was making him feel relaxed and increased his sensitivity and pleasure threefold, leaving him wanting more and bucking his hips against his fingers as he inserted a second one right after. He curled and scissored them against the hot, tight walls, mewling noises sounding each time he pulled in and out. Behind him, Once-ler heard the sound of a fly opening, and turned around to see Greed finally freeing himself from his impossibly tight leather pants, pumping slowly at his erect length as he watched the scene before him with clouded eyes. His devotee decided to turn it up a notch, lightly swinging him hips from side to side while fingering himself, always going all the way before pulling back. It had the desired effect on the musician, who growled lowly, and pressed his member against the back of the other´s thigh in impatience.

“You´re just incredible, baby,” he murmured, groping the other´s behind and licking a bead of sweat off of his back, “I could look at you all fucking day. This something you do often? You like having someone watch you?”

“I- ahh…” Once-ler´s reply was cut short by his idol biting the back of his neck just as he was about to insert a third finger, causing him to scream from the unexpected, yet sweet pain. Through all of this, he tried to string together an answer, but barely anything coherent made its way out of his mouth. He was losing himself, vision whiting out each time he managed to sloppily hit his hot spot with the tip of his fingers. The way he looked now, all covered in smudged lipstick stains and hickeys, eyes rolling to the back of his head and spit glistening on his parted lips- it was too much for Greed, who could not bring himself to be patient any longer.

“That´s enough,” the musician commanded, roughly pushing his devotee´s head into the pillow. “For someone that sweet looking to be such a whore… didn´t you tell me before, something about your Ma having been really strict with you? I wonder what she´d say, finding out about her pure baby boy allowing a stranger to fuck him senseless.”

Once-ler was firmly held by his waist, screaming loudly and arching his back when his idol thrusted inside with no warning, not even giving him a chance to get accustomed to the feeling. No, he was being inconsiderate, merciless and so, so rough- just as the blue-eyed man needed, as he had dreamed to be taken and used so many nights before. It was something that no other partner, neither long term nor one-night fling, had been able to deliver quite like that, and he was already getting shamelessly addicted to Greed´s touches. His vision went blurry with tears, frail body trembling under the harsh thrusts, so much it made him feel like he´d break apart any second. At one point he found himself on his back again, legs thrown over his idol´s shoulders, who managed to get that perfect angle just right in that position. Then, there was the sensation of long fingers wrapping around his neck, pushing down a little, but not yet squeezing. Greed didn´t even need to ask for permission, his devotee was more than willing to be completely ruined regardless of any risks, pulling on his wrists in an attempt to make him harden his grip.

In an instant, Once-ler´s air supply was cut off, the breath he had been holding getting stuck in his throat. Pathetic, choked whimpers sounded from his mouth as he mindlessly clawed at his idol´s arms, whole body shivering in ecstasy. His mind was shutting down, registering only the waves of euphotic bliss that washed over him whenever Greed hit his sweet spot, and the throbbing heat that was building up in his lower body, indicating the fast approaching release. His vision began going black, ears ringing as his conscious began fading due to the lack of oxygen, but it did not matter, not when it took only a few more thrusts for him to come undone onto his chest, moans turning into hoarse sobs and cries.

With glistening, vacant eyes all puffy and cheeks wet with tears, he grabbed Greed by the hair, pulling him downwards. The grip around his neck got loose, allowing him to gasp for air, but his idol was still ruthlessly moving inside him, chasing his own climax.

“That´s it, baby, god, I love our voice,” the man whispered, lightly trapping Once-ler´s bottom lip between his teeth. His hand wandered from his devotee´s throat to his softened, now hypersensitive cock, massaging it along with his thrusts. “Can you cum for me again, call out for me?”

Too much, it was all too much, the devotee´s senses were all over the place, stars spinning before his eyes and insides feeling like they were set on fire, his idol was breaking him, ripping him into pieces in the most wonderfully agonizing way that his overstimulated mind could barely comprehend at this point. Yet still, like a prayer, Greed´s name danced on his tongue, he cried it out again and again until his voice got weak, until the feeling of their bodies blending together brought him another little death, making him spasm and scratch the other man´s neck raw, sore throat unable to emit anything other than a silent cry. At the same time, Greed was pushed over the edge by the tight heat of the shaking body contracting around him, and he pulled out to stain the other´s stomach and chest with thick ropes of cum, taking one more glance at his beautifully defiled devotee before collapsing at his side, trying to catch his breath.

Once-ler could faintly hear sweet, mindless words of praise being whispered to him, perhaps even fingers running through his hair. He wasn´t sure, as he was out cold seconds later, slipping away into a deep, dreamless slumber, his exhausted mind demanding rest. And little did he know that emerald eyes were watching intently over his sleeping form, that this was the beginning of him becoming the Rockstar´s new favorite plaything, with all the consequences that came along with that.

#onceler #once-ler #oncest #oncelerxgreedler #fanfiction

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chain-unchained · 3 years

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December 17

The rustic twang of country guitar played over the jukebox in the Saloon. Sundays were far from the busiest days for the establishment, but there was always a handful of regulars that would come by, and someone would always plonk a few coins into the machine. The music was never loud enough to make conversation difficult; it was just there as background ambience.

It was a familiar song to Ashe as he stepped in through the door. By this point he’d visited so many times that he knew just about every track on the old machine. And this was one that he remembered fondly; he would often listen to it with his mother. Before the illness.

“Hey, there you are!”

Emily’s smile was a mile wide as she hastened around the counter to greet him. “It’s been forever since you stopped by.”

“Emily!” The hug they shared was mutual. “Sorry, just—I’ve been so busy.”

“No need to apologize. I’m just happy to see you again.” She held him back at arm’s length to study him with a critical eye. “You doing okay now?”

“Ah—” His cheeks flushed, and he looked anywhere but at her. “Yeah. I’m better. Definitely better.”

The smile was half-forced, half-genuine, and 100% embarrassed. It felt so awkward, having so many people ask him how he was doing these last few days. The same kind of awkwardness as standing there while people sang happy birthday.

“I’m glad to hear that. Don’t start pushing yourself too hard again, okay?” She gave his shoulders a squeeze. “You’ve got people you can talk to.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good.” With another smile she let him go. “Well then, let me show you to the back. Shane’s waiting for you.”

The blush deepened. “He is? Am I late or something?”

“No no. He just got here early. Right this way.”

She led Ashe through the short swinging saloon doors to the left of the room. His heart began to flutter in his chest; it wasn’t their first date, but… this felt different to the gridball game. He didn’t know what to expect.

They made their way down the hall and to the private dining room. A ‘reserved’ sign hung from the hook in the center of the door, which sat slightly ajar. A different song was playing through the crack; it was softer, melodic.

‘Oh no—was I supposed to dress fancier?’

A nervous thought raced through Ashe’s mind as they drew near. The music sounded almost classical, and he couldn’t help but feel like maybe he should have dressed up a bit more.

“Hey, Emily?”

She stopped and turned back to him. “Yeah?”

“Um, is my outfit okay?”

“Hmm…” She observed him again. “Do a little spin for me.”

He did, the anxiety rising at the unreadable expression on her face. It wasn’t like he’d come here in his farming best— dark-washed bootcut jeans, his lavender turtleneck beneath a white sleeveless vest, his good boots—but the insecurity was there. He couldn’t help but doubt.

After a moment, Emily’s face split into another smile. “Very cute—Shane’s going to go crazy.”

“Really?” Ashe’s face lit up at the praise and prediction both. It was a relief for a worry that he knew was unfounded. “Whew… Thank you~”

“Hey, there’s that sunshine smile! I was getting worried I wouldn’t get to see it before winter ends.”

The private room was small, and quaint, styled much the same as the bar area. Paintings decorated the walls, and one of Emily’s own hand-woven rugs adorned the floor, upon which an aged oak table rested. The music was coming from a smaller radio resting atop a matching end table in the corner; candle wall sconces cast a warm and gentle glow upon the red hues of wood and fabric both.

Shane was already there, of course—and Ashe’s face turned several shades of tomato red as his eyes fell upon him. Though his back was to the door, it was clear that he’d cleaned up for tonight. His hair, which he’d been letting grow out, was freshly washed and styled; he wore a well-fitted, plain dark sweater tucked into new jeans, with a black leather belt. He turned his head in response to the door opening—he’d even gone so far as to shave.

“Hey, you made it…”

His own voice trailed off as his eyes fell on Ashe, and there was a moment of silence as they both just stared at each other, somewhat slack-jawed.

“Wow,” Emily looked between the two of them, “you really are made for each other. I’ll go and grab some menus and some drinks to get you started.”

She traipsed out, shutting the door quietly behind her. Shane cleared his throat, his face nearly as red as Ashe’s at that point.

“You, uh… you look good, chickadee.”

“Th-thanks.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Ashe shyly added, “you do too.”

Shane grinned self-consciously. “Heh, you think so? Kinda feels like my gut’s gonna bust through this sweater…”

Ashe tip-toed closer until he was completely leaning against him, and his voice trailed off. “You look amazing,” the farmer mumbled, his face hidden in the fabric of Shane’s chest. “I can’t handle it.”

That was enough to silence Shane’s self-doubt—or at least keep him from vocalizing it further. “Yoba, you’re too cute.” He took the opportunity to steal both a hug and a kiss from his boyfriend, lingering perhaps a bit longer thank he intended to upon his lips. “So… d’you wanna sit down?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

It was with only minor reluctance that Shane stepped away from him to pull one of the chairs out from the table. He gestured for Ashe to sit, and pushed the chair back into place when he did. All the while, he had to fight to keep his hands from shaking. It had been at least a decade since he’d been on a fancy dinner date like this before, let alone with someone he cared so deeply about. He wanted it to be perfect.

By the time he’d taken his own seat opposite Ashe, Emily had returned with glasses of ice water—lemon slices included—and two menus. “Here you go,” she said with another smile. “Take your time, and press the buzzer when you’re ready to order.”

“Thanks, Emily.”

She dipped back out the door again, and for a moment there was silence as they both skimmed the menu. “Order whatever you want,” Shane said, glancing up to see the conflicted look on Ashe’s face. “Don’t worry about prices. It’s my treat.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He grinned. “I can afford to splurge on my favorite dweeb every now and then.”

Ashe hid his blushing pout behind the menu. It was hard to focus on choosing, because every few seconds he couldn’t help peeking over the top to get another look at Shane.

“… What?” Shane caught him staring. “Did I nick myself when I was shaving or something?”

“N-No no—It’s just—” He hid behind the menu again, face redder than it had been before. “I-I never realized how good you look with long hair. Sorry, I’ll stop.”

Now it was Shane’s turn to become a tomato head. “Bud, you’re gonna give me an ego with all these compliments.” He looked through the menu a bit more. To be honest, he was in the mood for pizza, but he wanted to impress Ashe—

“Would you judge me if I said I wanted pizza?”

He lowered the menu to look at him again. There was a meek sort of grin on the farmer’s face, which he was quick to hide once more behind his own.

“Nevermind, I’ll—pick something else.”

“Actually, I was literally just thinking the same thing.” Shane dropped the menu onto the table. “Do you just wanna order a large and split it?”

“Oh my Yoba, yes please.”

So much for a romantic dinner. Shane’s expectations went out the door, and with them the hesitant awkwardness that hung in the air. It was like they both settled back into their skins, and once the 16-inch pie was on the table they dug in. No forks, no plates, just greasy slices in hand and a couple of paper napkins.

“Ahh, I’m in heaven~” Ashe practically melted into his chair. “Sssooo good…”

“Yeah, it’s been awhile since I had one of his pizzas.” A long strand of cheese stretched out from Shane’s mouth to the slice he’d taken a bite from. The sign of a quality cheese pie. “This cheese didn’t come from Hanako, did it?” He joked.

“I wish it did! She’s still just a baby though. I was kind of thinking I might see about getting a full-grown cow in the meantime—sometimes I worry that she’s lonely, being in that big barn all by herself at night.”

“What about Silva?”

“Oh, well… Silva kind of picks on her a bit. I had Robin build her a stable.”

Shane sighed. “Bugaboo, I’m not gonna lie—that horse scares me.”

“I’m not giving her up.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest that—” even though he really thought that was the best idea, “—I just want you to be extra careful with her. Please.”

The plea made Ashe deflate a bit. He picked up a strand of cheese that had fallen and nibbled on it before answering. “I will. Don’t worry, I haven’t tried to ride her yet. And I still really believe that she wouldn’t ever actually hurt me.”

“I sure hope that’s the case.”

Shane helped himself to another slice, hesitating only briefly in contemplation—it was going to be more calories to burn in the gym later—and taking a bite when he decided it was worth it.

After a minute, Ashe spoke again. “I, uh… I saw Dr. Vance yesterday.”

“Oh, that’s why you were gone. I was wondering.” Shane licked a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to answer, but how’d it go?”

“It went… good.” The farmer began to gently rock back and forth in his chair. “A lot of talking. It was harder than I thought it would be.”

Shane could see that he was getting nervous. Wiping his hand on one of the napkins, he held it out to Ashe across the table; after a moment, Ashe took hold of it. “Yeah, it can be like that sometimes. But it’ll get better. Might not ever be easy, but better.”

“I hope so.” The warmth of Shane’s hand was comforting, and the rocking ceased after a minute. Ashe even managed to smile as he added, “I’m getting really tired of crying my eyes out already.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s part of the process.”

“Did you cry?”

“Oh yeah. More than I’m comfortable admitting, honestly.” He laughed. “So yeah, don’t feel bad about it. It’s different for everyone, and some of us just gotta cry before we can start moving on.”

“Yeah… I guess so.” Ashe shifted in his seat. “… I know I’m the one who brought it up, but… can we talk about something else?”

“Of course. Uhhh…” A stream of air blew past Shane’s lips as he fished around for a different topic. Of course now of all times he was drawing a blank.

“You still haven’t told me what you want for Christmas.”

Shit, that was the one he was hoping to avoid. “Cos I don’t want anything. I’ve already got all that I could ask for.”

“Shane,” Ashe leaned forward a bit, a very serious expression on his face, “I’m gonna get you something. It might as well be something you actually want.”

“Oh! Shit, that reminds me. Would it be okay if Jas hung out at the farm with you tomorrow?”

Ashe blinked. “Uh—of course. Why?”

“Because me and Marnie are gonna get some shopping done in Zuzu. And both Penny and Jodi are gonna be busy, and I feel bad for all the times they babysit her already. We’ll pay you for it, of course.”

“Oh, nonono you won’t.” He shook his head.

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. Use that money to get Jas an extra present.”

“Bud, believe me, she’s gonna have more presents than she knows what to do with.” Shane wiped his hands on his napkin again and took a sip of lemon water. “What about you? You haven’t told me what you want.”

Ashe went quiet. The truth was, what he wanted more than anything was something that he knew he could never get back. But… well, there was one other thing…

“I just don’t want to be alone. That… That’s all…”

This time Shane gently took hold of both hands. “Who says you will be? The Feast lasts all day, and you can hang out at the ranch with us after. Okay? Don’t even worry about that.”

“I-I’ll try.” Ashe drew a shuddering breath. The emotions had utterly blindsided him, but at least he’d managed to keep from crying… again. But he was going to end up with whiplash with how all over the place his emotions were.

“You know, there’s gonna be a big countdown in Zuzu on New Years’ Eve. Would you feel up to going?”

“… Y-Yeah.” He managed a small smile. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

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swanqueeneverafter · 4 years

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Sins of the Past Pt.1

Storybrooke. Present. Night. (Working as a cab driver, a weary Henry Swan-Mills glances at his rear-view mirror at the kissing couple in his back seat. With the realms of story united, Henry's clientele is large and varied. From drunken Musketeers to sight-seeing visitors from the Land Without Colour, the former Author has driven them all in his cab.)

Swan-Mills House. Morning. (Descending the stairs, Regina is distressed by the various boxes that are strewn across the floor. Just as she is about to raise her voice however, Zelena walks into the hall, carrying baby Maria.) Zelena: "And here's your other Mama looking ready for business." Regina: (Smiling:) "How is she doing?" Zelena: "Just fine, now that her Aunty Zelena's here, isn't that right, Poppet?" Regina: (As her sister continues cooing at the baby:) "Thanks for coming, Zelena. My meeting this morning shouldn't take long." Zelena: "Oh don't worry about that, Maria and I are going to have a wonderful time, isn't that right?" (Shaking her head at her sister's infatuation, Regina turns to see Emma walking into the room looking slightly frazzled.) Emma: (Followed by Ella:) "Just give me five minutes to put on a new shirt and find my keys and we'll be outta here." (Stopping only to give her wife a quick kiss, Emma runs upstairs to go change.) Ella: (Calling after her:) "Thank you! (To Regina:) I’m sorry to put you guys out like this, I'd take the bus but-" Regina: (Cutting in:) "You can't risk being late for work again. (Smiles:) We know and it's absolutely fine. I'd drop you off myself but I'm headed in completely the other direction. (Glancing at her watch:) Speaking of which, I'd better go. (To Zelena:) You're sure you'll be all right?" Zelena: "Yes, now go! Maria and I have the whole day planned."

The Woods, Just Outside Storybrooke. (Will Scarlett travels quickly through the woods, clutching a stitch at his side but continuing to run at top speed.) Dun Broch. (Regina stands over the slain body of a unicorn, Queen Merida by her side.) Regina: "What were you thinking? Even in my darkest days, I could never kill a unicorn." Merida: "Me? This is not my doing. Unicorns are rare and mystical creatures. There is a legend that says bad fortune will come to anyone who slays one. Neither I or any of the men I command would be stupid enough to kill such a sacred animal." Regina: (Scoffs:) "You have too much faith in a man's intelligence. So, what do you expect me to do about it?" Merida: (Nods:) "I thought you could speak to him." (Confused, Regina turns to see a cloaked figure standing a short distance away.) Anhora: "Are you looking for me? I am Anhora, Keeper of the Unicorns." Merida: "Is it you who’s responsible for turning our water into sand?" Regina: “What?” Anhora: "You alone are responsible for the misfortune that has befallen Dun Broch." Merida: "Me?! You think I’d bring drought upon my own people?" Anhora: "When the unicorn was killed on your lands, a curse was unleashed. For this, Dun Broch will suffer greatly." Regina: (Stepping forward:) "Now wait a minute, I'm an expert on curses and I know they rarely, if ever, solve anything. Why don't you just lift the curse and we can all talk about this rationally for a moment." Anhora: "The curse was not my doing." Merida: (Drawing her sword:) "Undo the curse or you will pay with your life." Regina: (Chiding:) "Merida!" Anhora: "Only you can do that. You will be tested." Merida: "Me?" Regina: "You're the Queen, blame comes with the job." Anhora: "Until you have proven yourself, and made amends for killing the unicorn, the curse will not be lifted. If you fail any of these tests, Dun Broch will be damned for all eternity."

Storybrooke. Outside The Sheriff's Station. (Sitting in a squad car, Lily turns to her father who is joining her for a ride-along.) Lily: "Okay, are you ready for this?" Hook: "I was born ready." Lily: "Dad, I'm serious, this isn't going to be like your pirate adventures. Most days this job is about keeping the peace." Hook: (Smirks:) "Trust me, love, things might have been a bit quieter around here recently, but when magic’s around, there's always going to be trouble sooner or later." Main Street. (Ella sprints down main street, trying to get to work on time as Emma looks on from outside the Dark Star Pharmacy. Hoping her future daughter-in-law makes it, Emma turns and is knocked down by a still speeding Will Scarlett.) Emma: "Ahh! (Landing hard on the ground, she looks up to see Will barely give her a backwards glance before disappearing around the corner:) Yeah, you better run!"

(Wiping her hands, Emma hardly notices when her parents arrive beside her, rushing her her aid.) Snow White: "Emma, are you okay?" Emma: (Wincing:) "Yeah, I'm fine." David: "Here, let me help you. (Helping his daughter to her feet, concerned:) Are you sure you're all right." Emma: "Yeah, just a bruised ego is all. (Starts to walk:) Ow. And a bruised butt, I think." Snow White: "That really was quite the fall you took. We saw you as we were coming out of Granny's." Emma: "Well, that's what I'm here for. To protect, serve and amuse." David: "Emma-" Emma: (Sighs:) "I'm sorry, I don't mean to unload on you guys. It's... it's just been a stressful morning." David: "You know we're here to help anytime." Emma: (Nods:) "I know, thank you. (She hugs them both in turn. Pulling a piece of paper from her pocket:) Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta get everything on this list and get home before Zelena paints Maria's bedroom green." Storybrooke Library. (Will stands expectantly as Belle looks over the book he's just returned.) Alice: (Pulling ten dollars from her pocket:) "You still don't get this until I'm satisfied." Will: (Grins:) "I know." Alice: (To Belle:) "So?" Belle: (Turning over a few pages:) "Well it hasn't exactly been returned in mint condition." Will: (Laughs:) "No offense ladies, but I'd challenge you to find one book in this entire building that'd fit that description." Belle: "Hm. And did you enjoy the book?" Will: "Oh, yes. Very much." Alice: (Sceptically:) "What was your favourite part?" Will: "Well, there was the beginning, the middle and the end." Alice: "What about the octopus, didn't you find that part scary?" Will: (Scoffs:) "Octopuses aren't scary - Kraken's are scary." Belle: (Smiles:) "There isn't an octopus in this book, Will." Alice: (Taking the ten dollars off the table:) "Ha!" Will: "Oh, come on! I still got the book back in time, so what if I didn't read it?" Alice: "Reading books is the whole point! I want you to broaden your horizons, lose yourself in an adventure." Will: "But we've both lived real adventures! Look, reading books is fine if you're locked up in a tower with no chance of escape, but there's no replacement for living life. In fact if you ask me, it's you two who should be broadening your horizons. (Backing out of the library:) Put the books down, girls. Let your hair down once in awhile, you'll thank me for it." (Belle and Alice smile at each other as Will leaves the Library.) Mr. Cluck's Chicken Shack. (Sneaking in through the back door, Ella grabs her apron and ties it around her waist, attempting to start work without her boss realising how late she is. Taking a fresh pair of gloves from the box, Ella turns to find her boss standing in front of her.) Louis: "You're late. Again." Ella: "I ran here as fast as I could, but my-" Louis: "I don't give a crap! I'm paying you for 39 hours. (Another employee - Carl, drops a tray load of chicken on the floor:) Really, Carl? That's coming out of your paycheck." Ella: "Hey, Louis, lay off. It's just chicken. You don't need to be a jerk about it." Louis: (Puts down the cooking tongs:) "Apologize. Now! Or get out." Ella: "I can't, because it's true. You're a jerk." Louis: "You think you know me so well, huh? I know you. Former princess living with her prince boyfriend in his mother’s mansion. No real skills other than that temper. You need this job. This is the best you can do, and you know it. So, yeah, you're gonna apologize. Right?” Ella: “Never.” (Ella takes off her apron and storms out.)

Elsewhere In Storybrooke. (Placing a tray of dirty dishes down, Henry takes a moment to catch his breath.) Tiana: (Walking over to him:) "Henry, are you feeling okay? You look exhausted." Henry: (Forces a smile:) "I'm fine, just needed a second." Tiana: "I don't know, between your working two jobs and Ella working at the shack most nights-" Henry: "It'll be worth it when we've got our own place." (Henry picks up the tray and walks to the kitchen.) Tiana: (Following:) "Is there a rush on that? Emma and Regina can't be hurting for space. I've been to the Mayor's mansion and there's like thirty-seven rooms." Henry: "Ha-ha. There's not quite that many, but that's not even the point. My moms don't want me to leave but they've got Maria to look after now and... well there are other reasons." Tiana: "Such as?" Henry: (Begins placing dishes in the dishwasher:) "Such as wanting to carry Ella over the threshold of our own home? Such as being able to afford the wedding and honeymoon of her dreams?" Tiana: "Henry, you know Ella's not interested in those extravagant things." Henry: "But that doesn't mean she shouldn't be able to have them if she did." Tiana: "I'm impressed." Henry: "Thank you." Tiana: "I meant how you stacked the dishwasher. (She smiles and walks away, over her shoulder:) Very impressive." Dark Star Pharmacy. (Having gathered everything on her list, Emma is attempting to casually ask for Mr. Clark's professional opinion.) Emma: "What's your best cream for cuts and bruises?" Mr. Clark: (Scanning the items from Emma's basket:) "Depends on the type of injury and how bad it is." Emma: "Well I won't know how bad it is until I get home." Mr. Clark: "Then I can't help you." Emma: "Look, I'm not going to sue you for bad advice if that's what you're worried about. All I'm looking for is a good, effective cream." Mr. Clark: (Takes a sharp intake of breath:) "Again, I'd have to see the injury in question, just to be sure." Emma: "Trust me, that's not happening." Regina: (Entering the store:) "What injury? Is it Maria? Did Zelena call, is she hurt?" Emma: "No! No, it's nothing like that it's just... (Looks to Mr. Clark then back to Regina:) Delicate."

Mr. Clark: "If the injury is in a delicate area, I give you my word as a professional I would be happy to-" Emma: (Grabbing Sneezy by the shirt:) "I'm not pulling my ass out here in this store for you or anyone else, you got that? (Emma releases the man only to notice that he hasn't moved. Looking to Regina she sees that the brunette is using her magic to turn the store sign to 'closed' and drawing the steel blinds down:) Er, what are you doing?" Regina: "You're hurt. Show me." Emma: "Regina, it's nothing, I'm fine." Regina: "Show. Me." Emma: (Looking at a now frozen Mr. Clark:) "What about him?" Regina: (Considers:) "Let him be 'Sleepy' for awhile." (With a wave of her hand, Sneezy collapses behind the counter, fast asleep.) Emma: (Shaking her head, begins lifting her skirt and turns towards the counter:) "You'll take any excuse, won't you?" Regina: (Innocently:) "To care for my wife? Of course I will. (Hisses as the injured area is exposed:) Oh, Emma." Emma: "That bad, huh?" Regina: "It's definitely going to bruise." Emma: (Shrugs:) "I've had worse. (Stiffens when she feels Regina's hands on her hips:) So what now?" Regina: "Well I'll need to clean the affected area before treatment." Emma: (As her breath quickens:) "J-just make sure you do a thorough job." Regina: (Sliding to her knees, bringing Emma's skirt and underwear with her:) "Don't I always?" (Unable to answer, Emma merely closes her eyes and gasps as Regina gives her the due care and attention only she can provide.) Will & Tiana's Apartment. Storybrooke. (While cooking in the kitchen, Tiana smiles as she hears the door open.) Tiana: "Hey, sexy. Dinner's at- (Sees Ella standing there:) Whoa, whoa! What're you doing out of work so early?" Ella: (Simply:) "I quit." Tiana: "What?" Ella: (Jumps up to sit on the counter:) "You know, Louis, he's-" Tiana: "Yeah, I know what Louis is. He's what you grin and bear so that the singles in your savings jar don't get lonely." Ella: "I'll figure something out." Tiana: "What's Henry gonna say? You know, he's already out there working two jobs. So now-" Ella: "I know, I know, but hey, who's side are you on? You think I should work for that bully all my life?" Tiana: "Of course not. I just see how hard Henry's working and-" Ella: "Oh, way to make me feel so much better." Tiana: "You're right, I'm sorry. Wanna stay for dinner?" Ella: "No, that's okay." Tiana: "Drinks?" Ella: "Oh god, yes." Tiana: (Laughs:) "Then get your butt off my counter and pour the wine." Ella: (Salutes:) "Yes, Ma'am." Swan-Mills House. Night Time. (Emma lays on her stomach on the bed, Maria gurgling contentedly beside her. Regina enters from the bathroom, a tub of cream in her hand.) Regina: "There they are, my two favourite girls." Emma: "This is so embarrassing." Regina: (Smiling:) "Oh hush, you don't hear Maria complaining." (Emma turns her attention to her daughter while Regina applies the cream to her exposed backside.) Emma: "Isn't there a spell that can heal this sort of thing?" Regina: "Do you know of one?" Emma: "No. Do you? (Silence:) Regina?" Regina: (A long pause:) "Now where would be the fun in that?" Emma: "I knew it!"

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

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yakocchi · 4 years

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(Eisuke) The King’s Training – “Try to Satisfy Me” // Episode 1

A bit of context for what this is from: otona love is their mature hub for existing Voltage series and their original adult series. So it’s just essentially 100koi+ (Love 365) except you have to play it on a shitty web browser and also pay more monies per story. technology

For a while I thought I imagined seeing this story in the site, but actually voltage just got lazy and didn’t tag this story with anything. Legit, you can type “eisuke” and “suite room” in the search and it doesn’t show up. it shows up on the kbtbb store page but… whack. almost reminds me of how useless the 365 app search can be

Episode 1 is free (!!!) so if you wanna follow along with a portrait of eisuke (bc I didn’t post further screencaps) then… there you go

this ep is… not adult-adult, but eh. It’s the later eps that do the adult content or w/e

eisuke nonsense behind the cut

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At the penthouse, where it seems like I’m always being summoned to come over… Within seconds I was already thrown into bed, and I weakly pushed against him.

[MC]: “N-No, don’t…” [Eisuke]: “Stop trying to hide every single little thing.” [Eisuke]: “Do you intend to make me say that over and over again?” [MC]: “Even then, doing this all of a sudden is a bit embarrassing…” [MC]: “Can you at least turn off the lights?” [Eisuke]: “Will that be all from you?” (This is bad… his mood quickly went sour.)

When I shrink away from the icy gaze above me, the sheets are then mercilessly torn away. [MC]: “Ah-” [Eisuke]: “Are you not in the mood to entertain me?” [MC]: “ah… Please, wait-” (As it is - it’s impossible!) Tightly shutting my eyes, I brace through my shame and-

(He shut them off for me!) [MC]: “Thank y–“ [Eisuke]: “…” In that split second I sigh in relief, he suddenly grabs onto my ankles. [MC]: “!” [Eisuke]: “From here, I won’t let any more complaints come out of you.” He forces himself between my knees, a smirk on his face. (Seems like it’ll be a long night…)

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The next day – (I’m dead… dead tired…) (I only had resisted him for a little bit, and yet I was punished until morning…) I groggily continue to make the bed when I stagger a step and bang into the cleaning wagon. [MC]: “Aaah-“ [Erika]: “MC, hold it. What are you doing?” [MC]: “I’m sorry for causing more unnecessary work for you!” Waking up to tidy the massive heap of fallen amenities, Erika hands me the new sheets with a thud. [Erika]: “You know, you’ve been slacking off too much lately.” [Erika]: “Even if you’re Mr. Ichinomiya’s girlfriend - let’s not get too carried away now, hm?!” [MC]: “Of course not!” [Erika]: “As punishment, please do the rest of the cleaning by yourself!” (So that I can keep up with Eisuke, I’ve been working my hardest.) (‘Getting carried away’, I haven’t done anything like that…) Erika leaves the hotel room, and I was left alone to continue cleaning.

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That night–

(If I don’t hurry, I won’t make it on time!) Flying out of my dorm and dashing through the hotel lobby, two figures then intercept my path. [Ota]: “Oh cool, perfect timing.” [Ota]: “We’re going up to the penthouse, so come and serve us some coffee.”

the… the main lobby where they all hang out is called the penthouse too, right in jpn they use “organizers’ room” which… that aint it in engl i remember that much. right??? oh no look what you’ve done voltage, this is what happens when you make 1 kbtbb update a month

[MC]: “Uh, right now?” [Baba]: “Ota, you gotta call that off for now. If she’s in this much of a rush, you should just sympathize with the dear.” [Ota]: “Ahh, gotcha.” [Ota]: “So, you were peacefully relaxing in your room after work when you got a call?” [Baba]: “Something along the lines of ‘Get to the penthouse, you have 5 minutes’, as they say?” [MC]: “It’s just as you say! Well, I have to-“ [Ota]: “Looks like Eisuke’s ‘training’ has wrapped up with flying colors, huh?” [Baba]: “Then, how many minutes do you have left on the timer?” (Oh, no- by just talking to them for a moment, my five minutes have passed!) I cut the conversation short and jump onto the penthouse elevator.

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[MC]: “-So, I’ve kept you waiting!” [Eisuke]: “You’re late.” [MC]: “?!” Opening the door - Eisuke was right there, leaning against the immediate wall. He approaches closer, apparently irritated. (Th-That scared me… It couldn’t be that he was actually sitting around waiting for me, right?)

season 1 mc u will soon realize he has no hobbies despite having billions of dollars to invest in any hobby ever

(I should apologize for now) [MC]: “Sorry,” [MC]: “Before I got on the elevator, I was occupied talking to the others…” [Eisuke]: “I didn’t permit you to give me excuses and the like.” (No matter how you look at it, he’s clearly in a bad mood.) I feel a chill run down my spine before he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. Trapped between the door and his body, I timidly ask, [MC]: “Are you… angry?” [Eisuke]: “I’m going to retrain you.” He leans his face a breath closer before licking my lips. Instinctively opening my mouth, he slips his tongue through and caresses inside. [MC]: “…Mmn-“ [Eisuke]: “…” Every time he bites the tip of my tongue, the wet sound echoes through the silent room. (Eisuke’s kisses are always so sweet, as if to melt me-) In these kisses filled with his desire that yearns down to the core, my mind grows hazy. …thump, thump… (Footsteps?!) [MC]: “Um, isn’t there someone coming up the stairs?” [Eisuke]: “And what’s the matter with that?” With a devious smile, he had snapped off a few of the buttons on my blouse. [MC]: “Please wait, someone can come in and see us…“ [Eisuke]: “Don’t kick up a fuss.” [MC]: “Ah... S-Stop…” -Knock, knock! [Soryu]: “Eisuke. Are you in?” [Eisuke]: “Yeah.” [Soryu]: “I’m opening the door.”

MA BOI SORYU DUN DESERVE to be part of ur sic voyeuristic ways u eggplant lookin ass

lol idk if the engl version has this yet but remember the eisuke story where he swaps bodies with soryu and then soryu was pretty much like “no TOUCHIN MY BODY IS SACRED” and that was like season 17 my season 1 boy dun need this

(Th-This is a problem…!) Rattle, rattle-

[Soryu]: “…Are you in the middle of something?” [Eisuke]: “I’m busy right now.” [Soryu]: “Then I’ll ask you from out here.” (Th-Thank goodness…At some point Eisuke had locked the door.) As I finally let out a sigh of relief – While Eisuke normally conversed with Soryu, he began to further undo my clothes. (He’s opening up my blouse, and my bra is…) (But if I make a sound here, it’s likely that Soryu will find out what’s going on.) I twist my body in a subtle attempt to resist, but with a great force I was pressed even harder against the door.

[Eisuke]: “…” [MC]: “…guh…” His teasing fingertips sneak under the hem of my skirt and stroke the inner side of my thighs. Lightly biting my lip, I desperately keep my voice from leaking out. [Soryu]: “There will be a change in the items up for the upcoming auction.” [Eisuke]: “And this item is?” [Soryu]: “A painting. Ota is currently appraising it, but it’s almost certain to be a forgery.” (What should I do, the current situation is…) I also could hear lively chatter from the penthouse lobby below. In this situation where it seems that if I get even a little careless I’ll be discovered - my heartbeat wildly beats faster. [Soryu]: “Baba is currently looking for an alternative piece, but…” [Eisuke]: “But I thought there was a sculpture in the warehouse?” [Soryu]: “Isn’t that one supposed to be the centerpiece for the following auction?” Eisuke is discussing business matters with his usual expression… as he pulls down the straps of my bra. [MC]: “….Hh…” [Eisuke]: “…” His fingertips glide along to skim against the tip of my breast. (Even though Soryu’s on the other side of the door,) (He’s purposely… on the places where I’m likely to cry out…) [Eisuke]: “I don’t care if we put that one up earlier.” [Eisuke]: “Report that to Baba.” [Soryu]: “I don’t mind that, but…” More and more, the core of my body blazes hotter and I want to lose all of myself to him. (I know that wanting something like that right now is out of line,) (But…) Even if I’m aware of how inappropriate this is, I can’t escape the comfort of the sensations Eisuke gives me. [Eisuke]: “Is there a problem?” [MC]: “…kgh-” Though his words are directed to Soryu, his irises are directly captured on me. When I slightly lean my relaxed body towards him, he strokes my hair in a toying manner. [Soryu]: “…It’s quite difficult to talk about.” [Soryu]: “I’ve had enough of this - Can I at least open the door now?” [MC]: “!” I return to reality upon hearing Soryu’s voice laced with suspicion, and I shake my head to signal my resistance. But Eisuke, without letting go of my body, puts his arms to the back of my knees. (Huh?) (As usual, this is where it ends, right…?) [Soryu]: “Eisuke, are you listening to me?” [Eisuke]: “I do believe I told you that I’m in the middle of something.” When I look at him, my heartbeat picking up - With an amused smirk carved on his face, he presses these lips against my earlobe. [Eisuke]: “Spread your legs wider.”

(End of Episode 1)

If you’re interested in the rest, please consider buying the other episodes! or not. ( ´_ゝ｀) save up ur monies for the things to come, idk. ive been holed up for weeks drinking me choccy milk i dun not got the energy to be voltage pr

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Truth Between Worlds Ch1 /It Begins

A black background, Danny is in the rubble of a building on his hands and knees as he seems to be struggling with pain as to his right Tucker is trying to get to him as to his left a giant stone Dragon is rearing its head back with its mouth open as the GIWS watch from behind Tucker wounded as Sam is behind them, a shadow with bat wings behind her.

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A white hared teen in a black jumpsuit with a black tail in place of his legs flew through the air over the town of Amity Park. Another slow night, nice. But I can’t help but fell something is coming, something that will change me. Danny thought as he flew. He shivered suddenly released a breath of cold air. He looked around and saw a ghost octopus flying towards the far right side of town and smirked. “Hello misplaced aggression!”

Danny flew after the ghost and smirked as he charged up a blast when suddenly the octopus dodged and fired back at him, hitting him and sending him falling before he caught himself and stabilized his flight.

“That’s new, they never did that before.” Danny said as he shot after the ghost, seeing it at the edge of his sight. He fired a few blasts and the ghost fired back and they flew downwards towards the ground and it reached down with its tentacles and grabbed a rock it threw at Danny who blasted it into dust but some of it got into his eyes. He rubbed it away but when he looked up he saw that the ghost had used his distraction to slip away.

He flew in the direction that it had gone and after a few moments he had reached a decrepit construction site that had been left abandon. This is great, a ghost octopus able to fire blasts and smart enough to find a way to distract me so it could get away, just wonderful! He thought as he looked around for a few more moments before scoffing and letting his legs reform and drop to the ground.

“I can’t believe that it got away from me, this is perfect Phantom, real good.” Danny muttered to himself as he looked around and looked around the site, down into the foundation and frowned, he took a step towards it when he suddenly went to a knee as his head started pounding. After a few moments he got back up and shook his head as the pain in his head lessened and he got his bearings. That was something, I mean I’ve been getting headaches for the last few weeks but that was even stronger than normal. I gotta get something

as he was about to investigate farther he heard what sounded like a car coming towards him. Not wanting to scare anyone or give any would be ‘groupies’ a chance to see him he went invisible and flew away, not bothering to stick around. A car drove by moments later and a light from a flashlight went around the construction site.

“Nothing, thought I saw something, must have been a my eyes playing tricks on me, well once tomorrow’s done I can either get some help or I can say goodbye to this place.” The drive said as he panned the light over the site and after a few passes back and forth he drove the car away and the site was left as it was before Danny and found it.

Within the foundation the ghost octopus had slipped into a cave and looked out into the darkness as the light panned over the darkness and grinned as it moved out of the cave and bounced off the opening. It looked confused before it went still as heat came from behind it.

“IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE FOOD HAS COME OF ITS OWN ACCORD.” A voice boomed behind it and the ghost turned around and screeched as it saw what was there.

Outside above around the construction site the screech died out and the few animals that were still around looked at the

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Danny sighed as he walked into Casper High, his head still bothering him. what the hell is wrong with me, I mean I haven’t felt like this since just after the accident! Danny thought before he looked around and spotted the busses were dropping kids off and heading towards the back of the school. “Of course that half day and trip, they must be waiting until it’s time to leave, hope they’ve got a book to read.”

Danny sighed before he walked in, hoping his headache would go down. As he moved through the school towards his locker, he dodged the other students and paid them no more mind then they did him. After dodging Dash and his fellow football jocks bothering a band member Danny reached his locker and had just finished getting ready for class when suddenly….

“Hey Danny.” A voice from behind him caused him to turn and see a girl his age with light skin, black hair, purple lips and violet eyes with a black choker around her neck, a black tank top that exposed her midriff with a purple oval in the center, black striped skirt with a green crosshatch design, purple leggings, and black combat boots. She had on a pair of black bracelets around both of her wrists. She looked tired and her eyes looked like she had been crying and Danny felt his heart break a little as he looked at her. I can’t believe this, she doesn’t deserve any of this! Her parents are slime and only care about appearances and now this, her only alley in the family? I don’t care what I will after to do I will help her however I can! Danny thought as he fought to keep his feelings from showing and kept his face kind.

“Hey Sam, I guess the news is bad.” Danny said as Sam nodded as she tried to gather herself back together and sighed.

“Grandma has maybe a few days left according to her, the doctors think it will be longer and then there’s the fact that she wants to talk to me today after school.” Sam said and Danny looked at her and Sam looked away. “Strange as it is, she’s at peace with it.”

Danny looked at her concerned and worried about just what was else bothering her, knowing that she wouldn’t look away because of what was happening to her grandmother. “Sam what is it? You know you can tell me if anything is bother you.”

“Yeah….. is it bad that I’m so scared that my parents might send me away to a boarding school to turn me into a 60’s housewife once she’s dead? ” Sam asked and Danny shook his head.

“No Sam, it’s not.” Danny said and put a hand on her face and smiled at her. “People are complicated, that’s a truth I’ve learned over my life and about my other secret."

“Thanks Danny.” Sam said as she looked at him and sighed. “I…. can you come with me after school, Grandma asked me to bring someone I trusted with me.”

Danny looked away and blushed. “I’m honored that you trust me.”

Sam looked away with a blush and smirked, trying to play it off. “Why shouldn’t I? And what’s wrong with that you?”

“Headache since my run last night and the kalamari I had for a snack almost went down the wrong pipe.” Danny said with a scowl and Sam sighed.

“Again? That’s a bad sign.” Sam said and Danny chuckled and grinned at her.

“Hey Guys!” A cheerful voice caused them to turn and see Tucker, an African-American teen with turquoise eyes, black hair, and black glasses. He had on a long-sleeve yellow shirt and green cargo pants with a black belt and brown boots along with a red beret and a backpack. “Isn’t it great that we have a half day, and because of Vlad of all people! And there’s a sale at the Tech-Shack that starts after lunch so life is good!”

“Tucker, get real.” Sam scoffed and Tucker frowned and looked at Danny who stared stonily back. They didn’t notice the new school janitor move closer to them, close enough that he could hear what they were saying.

“What I miss?” Tucker asked in total confusion and Danny sighed as Sam face palmed at his obviousness.

“Why would Vlad give us a half day?” Danny asked and Tucker frowned and looked from Danny to Sam

“I don’t know, why?” Tucker asked in total confusion. “Is he trying to score points with Danny or some other reason?”

“So Danny could be there if something happens.” Sam answered with her arms crossed and Tucker’s mouth dropped open.

“Oh, I did not see that. Okay let’s see if I can find anything about the building they’re taking down.” Tucker said with a shrug as he brought out a PDA and started to type. “Done! By the time the bus leaves I should have something about what’s being destroyed.”

“That’s the best we can do, we just have to hope this is just another business thing and not an other thing.” Danny said with a scowl as Sam sighed.

“Why do you think he’s trying to score points with Danny?” Sam asked and Tucker grinned.

“Well there is the weekend cruise next week remember?” Tucker asked and Sam sighed as Tucker started to stare into space, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. “The ship has free wifi, the best food and a two pools, one inside and outside! I can’t wait until I can see the girls in their suites!”

Sam snorted and was about to say something however before she could speak some called out from behind them

“Ahh miss Samantha, there you are on this gloomy day.” The voice caused the three friends to turn to see three teens their age walk towards them, a boy leading two girls. Each of them was what most people would consider ‘goths’, pale and a somber air about them but Danny wasn’t too sure about that, something about that wasn’t ringing true to him. The boy was Bob ‘Belphegor’ Jonson, a tall teen with black hair and eyes and always dressed in black cloths with a black coat that went to his knees. To his right was a red head girl with a curvy body in a black shirt and skirt that was only one inch longer then regulations and she hair in a bun while in school but they had seen her about town with her hair down to her waist and she seemed to always have red painted bedroom eyes above blood red lips and talked with a sensual purr to her voice and while she had been named Helen but preferred the name Hecate. To Belhegor’s left was a blond haired girl with blue eyes, black lips and the same figure as Hecate who wore a red shirt and tight black pants and her hair short and was named Lyla, but only answered to Lamashtu.

“Wonderful, Bobby and his bimbos, just what this day needed to start it!” Sam said as she glared at the three other ‘goths’ as Paulina always called them. The three had been trying to get her to join their ‘coven’ for years, ever since puberty they had been after her with more fever.

“Oh Sam, why won’t you come and embrace your true self?” Lamashtu asked as Sam glared at them and snorted.

“Your way, is not mine.” Sam said and Belphegor smiled in what he felt was inviting but made Sam shudder and caused Danny to glare at him.

“But it could be your way my dear, all it takes is to but take a single step and invite the change in.” Belphegor said with a smirk and reached out with a hand towards her but dropped it when Sam glared at him.

“I think I know my path better then you.” Sam said and Lamasthu giggled.

“But then they say no fool is like the fool who’s lost their way.” Lamasthu said as Hecate laughed as Belphegor sighed and shook his head.

“Well this time my dear I will let you go without showing you the truth, but you will learn it one day.” Belphegor said and Danny looked at him with a hard look.

“Sam is allowed her own choices, and I’ll be helping her make them, every step.” Danny said and Sam looked at him with a smile that Hecate saw and scowled.

“Come Belphegor, let’s leave the poser with the normals.” Hecate said with a sensual purr and as she turned away, a scoel on her face. That one has always been different since that accident a year ago, but this is pto much! Will we have to break their relationship before we can finally gain a fourth? She thought as she add a swing in her step that drew the eyes of the other boys beside Danny as the blond laughed musically as she walked away.

“Your right, Hecate, Lamashtu. We have better things to do with our time before 2nd period.” Belphegor said as he turned

“What about 1st?” Tucker asked and Belphegor snickered as they walked away.

“Study hall.” Hecate called out as the three walked away as she and Lamasthu laughed.

As soon as they were out of hearing Lamasthu scowled and it kept all her voice low. “Why can’t that girl understand we are the people she should be with, she looks so sexy I so want to see her after we’re through rocking her world!”

“And she’s a brunet, we so need one in the group!” Hecate said with a pout and Belphor laughed a little.

“Don’t worry my pets.” Belephor said as he put an arm around both of the girls and started to smirk. “I have a feeling that soon that will happen.”

Back with Danny, Sam and Tucker Sam stared at them as they walked off before scowling and slamming her locker closed.

“I don’t know why I don’t slug that bastard and his bitches!” Sam snarled as she clenched her fists. “Or better yet, send the GIW after them! There has to be a way to send them!”

“Calm down Sam, I get it.” Danny said smoothly. “I hate Joseph too, have for years. And ever since he ‘realized who he is’ I’ve always felt he was slim, but let’s not give the teachers a chance to actually do something to us, and we have a half day because of that Vlad thing.”

“There’s that at least, all we have to do is see a speech and then I can get to the hospital.” Sam said as she smirked and Tucker chuckled a little. “What is it Tucker?”

“Nothing, it’s what Danny said. The teachers probably punish the rest of the school because they have to do something to control the school after being up the A-List’s assess, I wonder what Dash’s smells like?” Tucker said with a laugh as they walked to class, none of the three noticing the new janitor had overheard them and was scowling at what he had heard.

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A black limo pulled up to a building on the edge of town and as soon as it stopped a man with short white hair and a goatee got out and wearing a black suit with a scowl on his face got out and walked towards a foreman before three Bulldozers and two backhoes and a standing before a gate connected to a stone wall, a four story house painted brown could be seen through it, the building had black stone gargoyles on it, at least ten a story with a large one on the roof with a few stone heads pointed over the wall here and there.

“Mayor Masters, hey. Look I know we should have gotten the wall down but.” The foreman began when the black suited man exploded

“Why haven’t you started yet?! This place is part of the new industrial park and we need to break ground within weeks!” Vlad Masters barked and the foreman looked over his shoulder behind him and Vlad looked and was able to see an old man standing between the machines and the wall holding onto a grey walker. “Of course, him!”

The old man huffed and puffed as Vlad walked towards him and glared at him. “I don’t care what you say, this land is mine! As long as I breath I will protect this place!”

“I offered you a perfect settlement and then I had to pass a motion that forced the issue, you don’t even live in there!” Vlad said as he looked at the man who glared back.

“I’m not supposed to live in it, I’m supposed to protect! As long as I live I will protect the……..” The man began before he went still and fell backwards. Vlad looked at the man laying down before he dropped to his side and felt for a pulse. Finding none he tried to get the man’s heart beating but after a few moments he stopped and sighed and shook his head.

“Mayor Masters?” The Foreman aksed as Vlad walked away and looked tired.

“Call an ambiance, this man was right, as long as she drew breath she protected this place.” Vlad said solemnly before he stopped and looked around as he thought he heard a roar from a long distance away. Looking around Vlad saw the other workers were spooked as well, and given how the town was that was saying something on its own.

“Did you hear something sir?” The foreman asked and Vlad shook his head.

“No, I didn’t hear anything.” Vlad said as he reached out with his senses and didn’t feel anything at all like a ghost beyond the few traces that he had left for the law he had made to have this place fall under his new law. I never thought that the old man would die like this, but all in all good for me! I’ll use a quarter of the money to give him a nice funeral and then……….why am I having a problem believing that this will be something simple, why do I think that this will cause more problems than I know? Vlad thought as he looked around and moved towards the podium being set up. “Why do I have the feeling that I should contact the GIWS sooner or later?”

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“Move it people, calm and orderly, first ones go to the back, we full up a bus we go to the next, we’ve got all of them so don’t worry there’s room for all.” Mr. Lancer , a bald man in a blue shirt and black pants and a goatee said loudly and as Danny came out of the school with his backpack on and looked around the yard and saw that the A-Listers, were staying towards the school’s front doors, waiting until they could sit up front and the new janitor watching them.

“Of course they do the something they always do, use the system against us.” Sam muttered as she stood there with her own backpack and Danny laughed a little. “Hey where’s Tucker?”

“Said something about grabbing a book, his search bot should be finished and there he is.” Danny said as he looked around and saw Tucker walking towards them with his backpack in one of his hands. “Hey Tuck, got by without Dash seeing you?”

“Guys, I found something on a blog about the city’s myths and history, it’s something.” Tucker said ignoring what Danny had said, something that caused looks of concern to be shared between Sam and Danny.

“Hey guys, want to sit together?” A voice caused them to turn and see Valarie Grey, an African-American girl with long, curly hair and dark green eyes and a little curvy figure and was wearing yellow sleeveless shirt and orange skirt with white tennis shoes and had two bracelets on each wrist, one yellow and the other orange. She had been an A-Lister until her dad lost his security company when a ghost dog that his one of his customers had trained and used as a security system until Valarie’s dad had a more high tech replacement and the whole pack had been put down. The dogs spirits had merged together into the ghost dog, Cujo as Danny called and it had rampaged until it recovered it’s favorite toy. Unfortunately Vlad had found out about how Valarie blamed everything on ghosts and given her a high tech suit and she had been on a one woman crusade against all the ghosts in the world, until Danny had to destroy it but it had been upgraded by Technus. Since then she been a terror for any ghost that fell into Amity Park, from accidents to attackers all were her enemy and subject to destruction, Danny couldn’t count the number of times he had to save ‘good’ ghosts from her, but recently it had spike to once every other day, and he didn’t want to know if she delivered some to Vlad he never heard about.

“Hey Val, didn’t think you weren’t going?” Sam asked and Valarie shrugged.

“Yeah well my dad might become the head of security to the complex while it’s being worked on so I might as well go and see what it is.” Valarie

“Miss Valarie, with my please!” Lancer called out . “Next Bus!”

“And Lancer is on my case lately.” Valarie said as she walked off and Danny frowned.

“Think Lancer and the others are stepping up protecting the A-Listers more than normal?” Sam asked and scoffed when Danny looked at her. “Come on, this has to be because she defended that girl a few days ago from Paulina.”

“The new girl, Kimiko right?” Danny asked as the three friends moved towards one of the buses, hoping to keep Lancer or any of the teachers from noticing them.

“Yeah, I mean I always thought they were just bad teachers, but maybe they’re just sell outs.” Sam said as she eyed the few teachers around them and Danny felt his headache spike and kept a sigh in as he realized that Sam might be onto something. “But what’d you find Tucker?”

“Come on, I’ll tell you the bus.” Tucker said and moved towards the bus and they were soon in the back and noticed that they had the fewest students as the A-Listers claimed a bus for themselves and Danny shook his head as the convoy of buses started.

“Okay, this was…..interesting.” Tucker said as the bus moved off. “The demolition is in the area of the city that was called, Rich Clan Road, a kind of gated community that was proposed about one hundred years ago.” Tucker said and looked at Danny and Sam. “But after the first three buildings were finished the development fell through and the company went under, the three houses did have residents lined up but all three families died and then the houses were in limbo beyond a single caretaker. But until about twenty years ago people would always report seeing lights from the buildings, and the one that Vlad is flattening was the first finished.”

“Anything else?” Sam asked and Tucker looked concerned. “Tucker……”

“Okay, okay.” Tucker said and released a deep breath. “A while back I wanted to look into old town legends, there’s a story about how people would hear a strange roar once or twice a year that started about thirty-five years ago but stopped twenty years ago. The tale goes that it started after a circus came through town burned down, and they never found all the animals or attractions; among them was a supposed lion; a lion cub that responded to orders otherworldly if you know what I mean and what’s worse is that the records of missing pets dropped drematicly around here twenty years ago to .”

“Oh hell.” Danny said and Sam winced; once or twice they had seen some of the Zone’s ‘animals’ feeding on each other and self-aware ghosts. And what was worse was he had found a few ghost ‘Animal’ eating from garbage or dead birds in Amity Park . From what Frostbite said that was normal and a reason for Kingdoms to gather to gather, to protect themselves as Lairs could be broken into if the ‘animal’ was strong enough.

“And Freakshow proved that people can control ghosts.” Sam said and then went still. “Twenty years, both stopped twenty years ago?”

“Right after the Fenton family moved in with their ghost tech, yeah.” Tucker said and Danny winced.

“Okay, so what about after they made their greatest invention?” Danny asked and Tucker shook his head knowing what Danny meant.

“No sightings at all, not surprising really. Only person even went there, until about three months ago when Vlad passed a law that any abandoned house that hasn’t been lived in where ghosts are detected is to be demolished to ‘chase away any spectres’.” Tucker said and Sam sighed. “Yeah, those are my thoughts exactly.”

“So Vlad wants to do something with the land, any ideas?” Sam asked and Tucker looked down.

“It’s supposed to be a new industrial park.” Tucker said and held up a hand to cut Sam off. “And before you say anything about it, while only the first three buildings were finished, the other lots were cleared of all plants and they all have at most half-finished buildings and were left to grow wild.”

“Anything about that circus?” Danny asked as he looked out the window and frowned. Wait, I’ve seen some of these structures before….. Danny thought as he started to feel worried.

“Nothing, it was long ago but I checked the Index of Circus, government agency to keep an eye on those things, don’t ask why, but nothing.” Tucker said and shook his head. “But something about that name……. I don’t know.”

“What name?” Danny asked as he looked ahead and frowned as his mind was recognizing the general location but he wasn’t exactly sure how.

“The name of the circus, I don’t know……. “ Tucker said with a shrug. “I’ll look over the name and see what my database back home has.”

“You have a database?” Sam asked and Danny turned his head and looked at Tucker who grinned.

“Custom built, got the parts from the salvage lard, I head there once a week and get a few pieces to sell online, built up a good offline system.” Tucker said with a smirk. Danny listened with one ear as he felt that strange feeling he had last night and then as the bus turned a corner he realized where they were going.

“Oh hell.” Danny breathed and Sam and Tucker turned to him in concern. “This is….”

“Danny?” Sam asked as she put a hand on his shoulder and Tucker looked at him.

“This is where I started to get sick last night on my walk.” Danny said and Sam eye’s widened and Tucker looked between them

“How’s you get sick?” Tucker said and Danny looked around before he spoke.

“Calamari that I had for a snack last night.” Danny answered and Tucker winced and looked around the street as the buses stopped and looked at the construction machines. As the buses stopped Danny could see a news van with a reporter setting up and he wondered if the school was here for a publicity stunt for Vlad.

“Well maybe this won’t be so bad.” Tucker said as they got out of the buses and looked towards Vlad standing before a podium. Danny said nothing, he just looked around before going still, causing Tucker to walk into him. Following Danny’s eyes Sam and Tucker found what Danny had, an ambulance that was driving away and without its lights on, the sign that whoever it was carrying was dead.

“Hey Fen-turd, you and your losers have a fun time so far?” A nasal voice caused Danny to scowl as he turned and saw the A-Listers coming towards them in their usual arrogant swagger. Leading the way was Dash Baxter the quarterback of the football team, a musical blond teen with blue eyes in a red-and-white letterman jacket, with a black t-shirt underneath and dark blue jeans and white shoes. Next to him was Paulina, the captain of the cheerleaders; a tan skinned Latino girl with curly black hair that went to her waist had a seductive figure. She was wearing her usual cloths, a pink shirt that reveals her midriff, light denim capri pants and white flats.

“You know I expected them to be up front you know?” Kwan said. Kwan was an Asian teen with black hair and eyes and was wearing the same clothing as Dash and next to him was Star, another cheerleader with a figure like Paulina and had hips-length golden blonde hair with spiky bangs and turquoise eyes and was wearing a white T-shirt with a thin orange collar, orange cuffs, and a backwards P in the middle, dark orange jeans, and white flats.

“Just ignore them guys, they don’t matter at all.” Danny said as he started to move and ignored them, after the last year he had finally wised up and thrown the ideas about the school social hierarchy was nothing but trash.

“What was that Fen-turd!” Dash growled and Danny just waved him off. “Running away with your tail between your legs like that sister of yours, always running her mouth!”

Paulina giggled a little but stopped when she saw Star had paled and turned and saw Danny slowly turn, a hard edge in his eyes that scared and shocked her.

“If it isn’t the Asshole-Listers I didn’t hear you, how have you been lately, forced some students to do your homework or something?” Danny asked sarcastically and Dash actually looked shocked and Sam smirked.

“Now Danny; don’t taunt the stupid.” Sam said with a cold edge to her smile as she looked at them, glad that Danny had finally decided to let loose. “After all this is the best they will ever have it, once they’re out of school it’s all downhill.”

Paulina looked at Sam and Danny as they seemed to exclude a sense of rage and danger as she tried to catch her breath and suddenly Star was in front of her.

“Guys, I know Dash went a little far with that, but let’s not give the teachers something alright?” Star asked with big eyes and Danny calmed down and looked at Sam who nodded and they walked away.

Vlad looked over the students and then he saw Danny and his friends move away from the A-Listers and he smirked as he caught enough of the reaction between Danny and the so called popular crowd that he could only smile, Danny was so much like him that once he tour him away from Jack and Maddie was his it wouldn’t be too long that he’d have a perfect heir.

“Everyone can hear me, this is on?” Vlad asked into the mike and as he heard his magnified voice he smirked. “Excellent. This place has been a blight on Amity Park for years, a gaping wound on our city that time has finally caused to be healed, and it’s going to be a major part of our future! This is the site of the new technology park, a development that will bring in new jobs and new members of our family once construction is finished! I don’t have to tell you that chance can be terrifying, but it can also be a good thing!”

Vlad looked at the students as they looked at him, a smirk threatening to break out on his face as he saw Danny and Sam both trying to figure out what he was after. Poor little badger, you wouldn’t understand my plan until it’s done. After all this is chess, and I am just making my opening moves. Vlad thought with a grin. “This place was never finished, the people these houses were meant for died before they even stepped into them, so let us watch as we return this place to history! Start the construction of the newest part of Amity Park!”

At Vlad’s scream the bulldozers started and as the students cheered they crashed into the wall and revealed an overgrown garden with over twenty black stone statues of gargoyles at least five feet tall here and there, some on stands of white rock. Each gargoyle had bat wings on their backs, clawed three fingered hands and two clawed feet and mouths barred in grins of savage looking teeth.

Danny looked at the statues as the bulldozers moved towards them and frowned.

“You think Vlad would want to recover the statues at least, maybe sell them at an auction or something.” Sam said and then Danny went still and paled. “Danny?”

“Dude?” Tucker asked and Danny shook his head.

“Guys, move slowly towards one of the buses, now.” Danny said calmly. “I think I saw one of those statues move its head.”

Sam and Tucker looked at each other and moved backwards slowly, hoping that Danny was wrong this once but knowing differently. As one of the bulldozers speed up and charged at one of the statues it suddenly came to an abrupt stop as soon as it hit the gargoyle. The drive could only look on in confusion that turned to horror as the statue turned its head to look at him before it roared and flared its wings.

As soon as the first gargoyle roared the others started to screech and move, some taking flight and flying at the crowed who screamed and ran towards the buses.

“Keep moving, get to the buses!” Lancer roared and looked around when he realized that Valarie was gone from his sight. Danny was lost in the rush, pulled away from Sam and Tucker who had gotten onto a bus and as Dash, Paulina and Kwan piled onto a bus and Dash closed the doors, locking it in place As one of the teens pounded on the door a gargoyle came towards them but as it reared back a blast of red energy hit it and sent it flying away.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” A voice roared as the Valarie in her Red Huntress guise, her black and red armored form riding her hoverboard appeared from above the bus and started to fire away at the gargoyles and the teens cheered, especially when Valarie shot the locked door and it fell inward. The other teens climbed into the bus, most of them glaring at Dash, Paulina and Kwan, Star amongst them. As the drive climbed into his seat he looked at the kids and saw that he was over capacity and cursed himself for what he was about to do.

“EVERYONE HOLD ON!!” As the words died down the bus drive started to drive, the other bus following him as the other teens who couldn’t get on ran after them, some cars the construction crews and the single news van following behind them, the back doors open and full of teens who grabbed those who couldn’t get on

Danny saw the bus’s carrying his friends away from the battle from the side ally where he had ducked into when he had gotten to the back of the pack and willed a white ring that spilt in two and transformed him into his Phantom form and shot into the air and blasted a gargoyle that had attacked Valarie’s back. Valarie heard the explosion and scowled when she saw Danny hover there firing at the other ghosts as far as she was concerned.

“Phantom! I knew you had to be behind this!” Valarie snarled as Danny looked at her with an exasperated look.

“Of course, because I’m blasting what I control, sure it’s all part of my plan!” Danny said sacristy and went intaglable to avoid a gargoyle but it shoulderslammed him anyway and carried him to the ground. He looked up as it reared back but Valarie shot it’s head off.

“I’m the only one who gets to destroy you spook!” Valarie spat as she flew at another gargoyle and used the energy blade between it to cut off its head and as the head roared at her the body decomposed. The head is still ‘alive’ but the body was destroyed., so headshots! Valarie thought as she started to fire at the heads of the gargoyles but only two went down. “What the hell?!”

A roar caused Danny to look towards it and see thirty more gargoyles coming towards them, ten of them hovering in front of the mansion as the other twenty charged at them. “What, are they protecting that place, why?!”

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Vlad meanwhile had gotten to his limo drove off, setting in the back as he watched from a drone he had launched as he had left, scowling as he watched the feed. “Oh I do hate it when I’m right about this, I can only hope that the area won’t be too damaged once this is done.”

Vlad looked upwards as he heard the sound of jet engines and smirk. “Well let’s see what will happen when the GIWs come out to play!”

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Danny dodged another blow from one of the flying Gargoyles and stole a look at Valarie and saw twelve GIW skysleds with four loaded out for bombardment and cursed. “HUNTRESS, UP NOW GIW BOMBARBMENT INCOMEING!”

Danny shot skyward and Valarie looked at him for a second before willing her board to climb skyward as well and moments before that happened missiles hit the gargoyles and the mansion, covering all of them and the mansion in an explosion that almost caused Valarie to be blown from her board.

“What the hell?” Valarie breathed and looked and saw the mansion had been destroyed but the gargoyles had gone still and they had turned towards the mansion, the missiles having turned it into rubble, the stone creatures not moving. Those stone things are still, was the mansion the source of their life? What the hell are they, they can’t be ghosts but what? Valarie asked as she moved her board forward an inch before a bolt of blue energy flew past her.

“FREEZE!!!” A voice barked from the direction of the other skysleds and Valarie turned and saw four skysleds face her and she stared as she saw that their weapons were pointed at her and she grew angry as she tried to comprehend

“What the hell are you doing, I’m not a ghost!!” Valarie said as she looked at the GIWs who only looked at her and tried to figure out what they were doing.

“Red Huntress by order of the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act, Article 4, Section 2, subsection B you are under arrest!” Operative K, a brown skinned bald man in the uniform of the GIWs, a white suite with black tie, black gloves, boots and black sunglasses said as others GIWs aimed at her as four skysleds aimed at Danny as he hovered there and formed two blasts with his hands.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Valarie demanded as she prepared herself to react to whatever the GIWs did next.

“The Anti-Ecto Control Acts also limits what hunters can use.” Danny said as he looked at the GIWs and scowled. “Maybe even how many ghosts one can capture, it’s all about control with them.”

“Quite ghost. Surrender for experiments, lots of painful experiments.” Operative K said and Valarie went pale as she heard that.

“Experiments?” Valarie said pale and her eyes dilated and then she gritted her teeth as parts of her family history flashed through her eyes and she prepared herself to go down fighting at least when suddenly…..

“RROOOOAAAR!!” A savage roar came from the mansion and as the rubble was flung away and a dust cloud covered the land. As they watched two large wings made of black stone suddenly burst out of the clouds, a black stone serpentine head on a long neck connected to a body with a crest and four long legs with that ended in four clawed hands and a tail that ended in a spiked ball, a black stone dragon as long as the mansion was that roared and fired a blast of black energy from its mouth at the bombardment skysleds as twenty of the gargoyles screeched and shot towards the GIWs while the rest of them charged after the buses.

“Procedure Omega operatives!” Operative K barked and the GIWS began firing against the charging gargoyles that swarmed closer and started to claw at their foes and destroyed a few of the sky sleds sending GIWs falling to the ground. Danny could only look at the carnage and swallow. This is beyond anything I could have imagined happening today! Wait those others are going into town! Danny thought as he looked around and then looked towards the center of town.

“Huntress, go after the gargoyles heading into town, go and protect the people! I’ll try and handle this but just go!” Danny called to Valarie who looked at him and readied her gun as she looked at him as the GIWs tried to handle the Gargoyles.

“And why should I listen to a ghost?” Valarie barked and looked at the gargoyles as they moved into town. But he’s right damn it! if regular people are hurt and I could have stopped it from happening! She thought as she grimaced before scowling at Danny. “Fine! But not because I agree with you ghost!”

As Valarie flew away Operative K saw and overheard everything and notice the treason of the Red Huntress before a gargoyle roared and charged at him but he dodged it and saw that he had lost all of his bombardment sleds and two of the others. “All forces fall back, contact base and request all operatives to sortie!”

As the GIWs fell back, Danny stayed and fought on, blasting apart ten of the gargoyles before the Stone Dragon took notice and roared, taking flight and charging at him. Danny dodged to the left and three gargoyles slammed him to the ground. As he struggled to get free he looked up and saw the Stone Dragon hovering, its head pointed at him and its mouth open as it built up a charge.

Danny tried to struggle free but after a few moments he realized he couldn’t and tried to figure out how to survive. Think Phantom, think! How can you get out of this how can you…….Danny went still as he realized just what he had to do.

“One chance!” he called out as the Dragon released its blast as he went intangible moments before it hit and the blast destroyed the Gargoyles and sent him down and into the ground, but Vlad’s drone didn’t see him as the explosion kept what was happening from its sight.

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Smash. A glass dropped from Vlad’s hand as he watched with widened eyes as the Dragon took flight and the Gargoyles followed after it. I can’t believe this, so that thing was able to best him. and it’s coming into town! Vlad thought as he quickly pressed a button and sighed when he heard a siren in the distance and saw people look up and start running towards the nearest safe location, cars all moving in the same direction as they abandoned everything else to get to safety.

“Well at least the public safety announcements worked.” Vlad muttered as the limo entered into a garage attached to town hall and he moved towards his office to handle this, smiling as the security guards the GIWs had trained moved to prepare to defend the seat of government. “Maybe I should look into getting a station set up near the school……….. in a weak they’ll probably have enough on the teachers there to blackmail and get those people blacklisted.”

Vlad walked into his office and looked at his secretary who was waiting for him.

“The shields are up at all shelters sir, the GIWs just contacted us, all operatives have been deployed and the police are getting whoever remains to the safe zones.” She said as she walked into the office after Vlad, the glow of the shield visible through the windows.

“And them?” Vlad asked as he sat down and called up a holographic screen with a map of the town showing the shelters and the Gargoyles path into the city. He frowned as he looked at the screen and frowned.

“The Fenton’s contacted us and that they’re taking their Assault Vehicle to backup the GIWs.” She said and she looked out the window and took a step back, Vlad frowned before he heard the sound of blasters firing and he realized the stone creatures had reached the town hall.

“Do activate the secondary defenses, and call me if something changes.” Vlad said as the woman nodded before running away and the doors closed automatically. The ringing of his phone caused him to look at it and sigh when he saw the number.

“Ahh Amy! It’s a little bit of a problem, you missed something when you looked over the property, it seems the town is under attack by a flock of stone Gargoyles led by a Dragon of all things!” Vlad said and listened to the reply. “Yes I’m sure the town can survive the problem, the GIWS are out in force and I expect him to handle this the second time.”

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Danny shook his head as he got up from where he had fallen. “Okay Phantom, that wasn’t the worst thing that you’ve ever been hit by, so walk it off! Now where am I?”

Danny looked around and beyond a few slivers of light from above it was completely dark. Danny formed a ball of energy and as the light from it chased away the darkness he saw he was in a natural cavern with a large mass at least five feet tall at least twenty feet away from him that Danny saw move up and down slowly and rhythmically. Yikes, that’s something. If it didn’t react to me then and the chaos above its sleeping deep! And speaking of upstairs I need to get back to it! Danny thought as he silently flew upwards and hit a barrier as he reached the celling. “What the hell?!”

“This is?” Danny muttered to himself as he felt along a strange barrier that kept him from moving through the stone. Okay, this is acting like the ‘Zone, but this is the human world, so how do I get around this? I mean how on earth could someone make this place impassable for ghosts one way but not the other…….. that’s a mouse trap or a prison……wait prisons have prisoners….. Danny’s thoughts trailed off as realized just where he was.

“YOU CAN NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE HALFLING, ONE ONLY MAY LEAVE.” A rumbling voice caused Danny to turn and stare. The mass was unrolling into a large brown lion at least ten feet tall with a mane of crimson flames and claws of black obsidian, two tails that ended in rubies that blazed with a crimson light and it had two eyes of jade flames and saber fangs of obsidian. “THIS PLACE HAS BEEN MY PRISON FOR MANY YEARS NOW, BUT WITH YOU I MIGHT FINALLY HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO ESCAPE!”

“Okay, so how can I help you get us out of here?” Danny asked causing the lion to chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“YOU MAY WILL HELP ME BY BEING MY FOOD HALFLING, AS ALL OF YOU HALFLINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE.” The brown lion said bluntly and Danny pales more and looked at the creature as it slowly padded towards him, moving away from it.

“With me, wait you want to eat me?!” Danny said as the creature nodded its head as it stalked towards him. Wonderful, first a stone dragon and now a giant lion wants to eat me! he thought as he looked around, trying to find any hint of a way to escape.

“YES, SINCE I ESCAPED FROM MY FORMER CAPTIVES I HUNTED THE FLESH OF THE LOW BORN HERE AND GREW STRONGER AND THEN HUNTED THE HIGHBORN UNTIL A MIDDLE BORN TRAPPED ME HERE AND SIPHONED OFF MY POWER TO CREATE THOSE THAT ATTACK THE MIDDLE BORN ABOVE US.” The lion rumbled and Danny prepared himself for a fight, the lion only looked resigned. “THEN YOU WILL NOT LET ME SLAY YOU SWIFTLY THEN.”

“Sorry but I have a real problem with helping those who try and kill me!” Danny said as he took flight and the lion looked at him with what Danny thought might have been respect.

“THEN SO BE IT. KNOW THAT I AM VOLEO! LET US DO THE ONLY DANCE THAT MATERS, THE DANCE OF BATTLE AND EVOLUTION!!!” Voleo called ut and charged at Danny, throwing two orbs of fire from its tails that he shot and dodged as he flew about the top of the cavern, taking shots that didn’t faze his foe. Voleo looked at Danny and flicked its tails until it had formed twenty fireballs that it sent at him.

Danny scowled as he sped up and dodged the fireballs as he tried to figure out a way to defeat this thing. My running blasts aren’t doing anything, if I can charge a shot then maybe but I’ve never really tried to charge it while I was moving! Still first time for anything! Danny thought as he flew and cupped a hand, forcing a blast but letting his energy build up instead of releasing as it reach the maximum he fired it, hitting Voleo’s right hind leg and blasting it off, causing the ‘lion’ to stumble and fall to the ground.

“YES!” Danny called out with a smirk that fell when the leg flew back towards Voleo body and remerged with it as it got back to its feet. “No.”

It looked at him with a tense air for a few seconds before it reared back and slammed it’s front legs down and four spears of rock flew at Danny, one of them scoring a cut on his right side, the wound oozing greenish red blood.

Danny held back a snarl and fired a few bolts at the Voleo and the lion slammed a paw down and shot stone arrows that intercepted the bolts. As Danny flew around the chamber the lion looked at him and roared, sending a flash of heat that almost sent Danny to the ground.

“An Ice powered Halfling, then this is over.” Voleo rumbled as Danny tried to struggle to his feet and as the lion moved closer. This can’t be the end, I won’t let it! I have to fight back I can’t let this thing eat me, if it does then who will protect Amity?! Who will protect Sam……SAM!! Danny thought as he reached beyond what he knew and grasped something that had always been within him and it exploded in a wave of black energy that sent Voleo flying away from Danny.

Voleo looked up and saw Danny standing there, a cloak of black energy surrounding him as he got up and a black energy scythe formed in his hands and as his eyes blazed red.

“What is this, wait you’re not a!” Voleo bellowed and roared as it fired a blast of lava at Danny who disappeared and sliced down with his scythe taking off Voleo’s right foreleg and as the lion moved away Danny appeared and sliced down and Voleo sent a stone pillar at him that he sliced through and tore through it and Voleo moved away and looked at Danny, two fangs showing from his upper mouth as he grinned at Voleo.

“So that is what you are, then this is not as easy as I thought it would be. But I took the battle dance seriously, so may evolution favor one of us!” Voleo said as it roared and charged at Danny but Danny disappeared and bisected Voleo and it roared as it condensed into a spark of brown energy that hovered as Danny collapsed to the floor, his eyes closing as the energy scythe and aura died down.

A few moments later Danny woke back up and held his head, his transformation dropping as he woke up. “What happened…..wait where’s that Lion and how’d I detransform?”

Danny looked around and saw the hovering spark and looked at it as he saw what color it was. That has to be the lion, but what happened to it? And why am I dawn to it? Danny thought as he approached the spark and touched it, going still and screaming as a well of energy blasted upwards, breaking the ceiling as the energy well climbed high into the atmosphere.

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Sam looked around the gym as everyone huddled in small groups as she leaned against the wall as Tucker tried to get a signal through the barrier as the teachers tried to keep the students under control. Of course they act like they care about everyone when a crisis happens, otherwise it’s only the A-Listers who matter! Sam thought in disgust as she looked at the teachers as Tucker typed away at his phone. “Any luck?”

“Nothing, I can’t even get a single channel or update and the net’s down!” Tucker said and shook his head with a disgusted expression. “I thought these things Vlad donated let wireless signals through.”

“That’s what the specs we read at the Fenton’s said……. But give a guess why that is here; think about where we are.” Sam said with a snort and Tucker looked at the teachers and nodded.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Tucker muttered and looked back at his phone and tried to work around the blockage.

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” Sam muttered as she looked around and caught sight of Belphegor leaning against the wall of the far side of the gym with Hecate and Lamashtu around him, a strange and smug look on his face. And then there’s them. I’ve always thought that those three are wrong somehow but how they’re reacting to this is not right……… maybe I can get the guys to see what I’m talking about with them, maybe we should look into them. Sam thought before she heard Tucker cough a little. “What is it?”

“That.” Tucker said point towards the teachers. “Look alive, the only good A is coming towards us.”

Sam sniffed, spelling the familiar scent of cat and looked up and saw Star walking towards them and frowned. What does she want? She’s the only one of the A-Listers that I don’t hate but she follows Paulina around and…..well that’s enough really. Sam thought with a slight scowl as Star walked towards them.

“Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Valarie? I know she was on Lancer’s bus but I couldn’t see her anywhere and…….” Star began but Tucker interrupted her.

“GOT IT! I’ve got signal! Let’s see what’s on the news, oh hell.” Tucker said causing Star and Sam to look at the screen and pale. As kids around them heard and gathered they looked down as well and as the gathering was noticed and Lancer started to walk towards them.

“ to those just turning in, again this is Lance Thunder, so far reports from all shelters show that the shields are only holding the creatures partially back but there’s reports of something bigger…….Oh god! Folks I’m at Main Street and the Fentons, the Red Hunter and the GIWs are fighting the gargoyles but there’s a black stone Dragon flying towards us! The people are evacuating to nearby shelters and this reporter is joining them!” Lance Thunder’s voice came over Tucker’s phone as

Sam looked at Tucker as the kids around them heard and started to talk to the others as Lancer made it to them with a scowl, but Sam was only paying attention to the fact that Danny wasn’t fighting, that meant something had happened to him.

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Vlad looked at the battle that had spilled into Main street and scowled. This shouldn’t have happened, everything was perfect! I can’t believe this, but at least those evacuation plans from when the town was taken into the Ghost Zone works. Vlad thought as he watched a screen in the mayor’s office and looked up as his secretary came into the room with a look of fear. “What is it?”

“Sir, the GIWs called, they want authorization to prepare something called ‘Operation Exodus’?” She said and after a few moments of silence she looked up and saw that Vlad was looking at her in shock, his pupils dilated.

“Exodus?!? Call them back and tell them that if they even call me back with that propsual then I will send everything to Washington!” Vlad barked as he shot up from his chair and she fled from the room with Vlad’s glare following her.

“Exodus, of all things!” Vlad said as he leaned back into his chair. I thought I told them not to even think about making that thing! Once we survive this, I need to find out just what those idiots have been doing! Vlad thought as he glared at the holo map and wondered how Amity Park would survive this day.

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Valarie strafed the Dragon and it roared as she blasted away at it; the evacuation of people from this part of town had almost been but when the Gargoyles had reached the area and attacked, the GIWs had made it and were only attacking the stone creatures and the and the Fentons had rolled up in their Ghost Assault Vehicle and started to blast away, saving some of the GIWs who had lost their skysleds and had used it as a rallying point as they escorted the civilians from the area as they all fell back towards the nearest shelter and she thought they could handle it but then the Dragon had appeared and the other gargoyles had surged forward, somehow stronger then before

“Come on Mads, we can get this thing down!” Valarie looked down and saw Jack Fenton trying to charge the nearest Gargyole but Maddie Fenton held him back.

“Stay there Jack, we need to protect the people, once their safe we can come back for samples!” Maddie said and Valarie hid a shudder as she blasted at a Gargoyle.

“Of course those two are like that.” She muttered as she surfed on her board and dodged another Gargoyle as she fired a few blasts as she looked tried to figure out what was happening. I really need something to see what’s happening around me, maybe I should try and make a drone or something! Valarie thought as she flew around the battle and tried to figure out something and smirked as she saw the Assault Vehicle destroy one of the Gargoyles, blasting its body apart and destroying its wings and arms. YES! If we take out the smaller ones first then we can gang up on the bigger…… wait. What’s that thing doing? Valarie thought as she looked on in horror as she surfed around and could only look on, shocked at what she was seeing. As Valarie could only watch with horror as the Stone Dragon charged up and fired a blast of black energy at the Gargoyle that the Fenton’s had destroyed, and within moments the gargoyle got back to its feet, fully recovered. “FUCK!”

The Gargoyles roared and charged at the Assault Vehicle as the GIWs started to fire away as the Fenton’s activated their vehicles weapons to meet the horde as Valarie surfed down shooting, thinking the last thoughts that she ever thought she would ever. Where are you Phantom?! Valarie thought as she tried to surf past a Gargoyle only one from below her struck and destroyed part of her board, sending her falling and it retracted into her suit as she landed on the Assault Vehicle and started to lend her blasts as the Gargoyles.

“You okay Huntress, when can you get airborn again?” A voice caused her to look down for a second and saw that it had come from one of the GIWs. Valarie saw an update on her mask about her board, it would need a few minutes to recover and then she could get back into the sky and strafed the dragon

“Soon!” Valarie said as she looked at the Dragon as it stood there and seemed to just look at them as the Gargoyles ran into their fire.

“How long?” The Agent asked as he battered down a Gargoyle and shot its head off

“Just Soon!” Valarie called out as she started to fire blasts from bother her arms at a Gargoyle that tried to get around them to attack the civilians running away from the battle.

“Not detecting a lot of trust lady!”

“You did try and arrest me earlier, so don’t expect me to give you my tech-specs!” Valarie spat and she heard the Agent

“Wait, What?!?” The Agent asked in shock.

Farther back Lance Thunder and his camera man were standing far enough behind them to see but not hear the byplay but Lance winced with each Gargoyle that the GIWs sent down.

“I so don’t get paid enough for this!” Lance said as he covered and saw the spit take the GIW agent had done. “There’s a story in that I think.”

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They all turned as the roar echoed around them and they saw the Gargoyles break contact and move towards the Dragon as it reared back its neck as energy started to spill out it’s mouth and they realized what it was going to do.

“hell, Everyone get to cover! If you Fentons have anything that can block it’s blast then now’s the time to use it!” The agent barked and Valarie willed her suit’s shielding systems to form an energy wall just in front of the Assault Vehicle moments before the Stone Dragon released a large energy blast that she barely held back. She panted as the GIWs kept shooting as the Gargoyles as the Dragon looked right at her causing her blood to freeze as she looked at the stone thing as it flared its wings. It leap at her, and she tried to form another shield wall but her suit showed that she was too weak and she winced as she prepared to jump off the Assault Vehicle when a wall of brown stone suddenly shot up twenty feet and the Stone Dragon slammed into it.

“Hey, I’m getting a big energy reading!” Jack called out and before they all heard the roars of the Gargoyles and the slice of something and a roar from the Dragon as the wall broke apart. Valarie stared in awe as from the dust Phantom appeared swinging a brown long sword with magma veins on it. He had on gauntlets of brown metal that went from his hand to his elbows. As a Gargoyle charged at him Danny slashed in in two down the middle and stood there, slowly raising his sword and pointing at the Dragon who roared as the Gargoyles charged at him.

Danny raised his sword and stone pillars rose from the street and shot at the Gargoyles like arrows and the flying ones were destroyed as the others could only watch. The Stone Dragon reared its head back and roared, moments later the Agent who had been talking to Valarie’s free hand went to his earbud.

“What…. Oh hell! Listen up! All the Gargoyles are leaving the shelters!” The Agent barked out and started to recheck his riffle. “I want everyone to rearm themselves and get ready, if they’re leaving the other shelters alone because that thing roared then they’ll be coming here! Before that happens we need to get the civilians out of here! You staying or coming Huntress?”

Valarie looked at him and tried to figure out what to do when her suit detected motion come from all around them. “Too late, we’ve got incoming!”

The Agent and the others looked around at the rooftops and saw Gargoyles all around them snarling and looking at the cowering civilians and swallowed before he made a choice.

“Okay, fighting time! Fentons, move this thing backwards and use every weapon, everyone else protect the civilians!”

“Got it, if I see a shot I’ll take Phantom down!” Jack said and the Agent looked at him before paling and grabbing Jack through the open window. “Hey, what’s the deal?”

“Leave Phantom alone, that stone things are the threat!” The Agent barked at Jack and he felt the stares of the others on his back.

“Agent Z, are you sure sir?” One of the other GIWs asked as they fired at the Gargoyles as they tried to protect the civilians.

“Directive 1; Protect the People above all else.” Agent Z said and kept firing with his riffle as he backed up and the Ghost Assault Vehicle moved backwards as Jack used the inbuilt weapons to blast away the Gargoyles.

Valarie jumped off the roof of the Ghost Assault Vehicle and formed up her board and started to fly upwards, blasting away at the Gargoyles as they flew at the people, the GIWs and the Fentons adding their fire to hers.

Danny meanwhile had finished off the last Gargoyle and pointed the sword at the Stone Dragon with one hand and a pillar of black and red stone sprouted from the ground and tore away the Stone Dragon’s left wing as it tried and almost succeeded in dodging what Danny caused to form under it. It roared and flexed it’s other wing and the Gargoyles broke off from attacking the civilians and flew at Danny. He looked up and jumped at them, spinning around and slicing with the sword and he destroyed one Gargoyle with each blow, landing one handed he pushed off and spun around in the air and landed looking at the Stone Dragon and shot at it. The Stone Dragon opened it’s mouth and shot balls of black energy that Stone Danny dodged or sliced apart until he sliced off the Stone Dragon’s right back leg. As it tried to balance itself as Danny ran around beneath it and sliced off it’s left foreleg, as it tried to balance itself Danny jumped upwards, his sword glowing red and he cut through its head. The rest of the Gargoyles flew towards him when he jumped and trust his sword into the base of the neck and red veins raced up the neck before it roared and melted away, revealing a gemstone where the head had been that glowed black. Danny pointed his free hand at the gemstone and fired a sphere of red energy that hit the gemstone and exploded, the Gargoyles eyes stopped glowing and fell to the ground as the dust settled and the gemstone was revealed to have been destroyed.

Danny blinked and looked around. What the hell? The last thing I remember I touched that spark and then……. wait what! Danny thought as the last half hour coming back to him and he looked down at the sword in his hand as it disappeared along with the gauntlets.

He looked around, noting the GIWs and his parents as they aimed at him and decided to freak out later before going transparent and flew away, a frown on his face. Somehow when he formed his legs into a tail; it felt weird.

The people cowering behind the GIWs and Fentons stayed where they were before they started to scream and roar in happiness as they realized they were safe! Lance Thunders looked at his cameraman with a shocked look on his face. “Tell me you got that, tell me you’re still broadcasting?”

“You saw and heard it here folks!” Lance said with a smirk as his cameraman gave him a thumbs up. “The threat of the Stone Gargoyles and the Dragon is gone, thanks to Amity Park’s Phantom!”

Valarie saw a squadron of GIW skysleds coming and speed off, not willing to risk that these GIWs wouldn’t attack her, a strange feeling going through her. What happened today, I think I need to look into the Ecto-Act a bit. And the next time Vlad sends me out after a ghost I’m going to ask Phantom about it. She thought as she flew away.

On the ground Agent Z removed his sunglasses and looked at the Red Huntress as she flew away, a frown on his face as he tried to figure out just why his agency had decided to go after the girl, one thing was sure, there was something very wrong with the local branch.

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“WOOHOOO!”

“PHANTOM KILLED THE DRAGON, YESSSS!” Dash exclaimed and smiled.

“Where’d you think he got that sword from?!” Paulina asked with stars in her eyes. “Do you think he has matching armor?”

“It was a broadsword, the kind of sword Excalibur was said to be, the old weapon of knights!” one of the nerds said and a few of them got strange looks on their faces. Sam smirked and Tucker slammed a fist into his palm and grinned. A siren from outside caused Sam to smile as she looked at the doors as one of the teachers opened it and Sam moved off, the usual habit of the school closing after a major ghost attack was a godsend since now she could go and visit her grandmother at the hospital.

Tucker moved to follow her when someone dropped a hand on his shoulder. Looking back he saw Mr. Lancer looking down at him with a frown.

“Let’s talk about how you got around the blocks we put in place Mr. Tucker.” Mr. Lancer said frostily and Tucker winced as he tried to figure out how he would get around this.

“Isn’t that illegal under the town’s laws?” Tucker asked weakly and Mr. Lancer just looked at him stone-faced.

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Danny flew back towards the construction site and saw a bulldozer blocking a building and went through the walls and saw nobody was in it smirking he transformed back to human form. He leaned against the wall and panted. What was that, where’d that sword come from……… Danny’s thoughts died as he saw a door in his mind, it opened and the sword and gauntlets were there, waiting to be called upon. As Danny focused on the armory he saw something beyond the sword and gauntlets but her couldn’t see it clearly, but the sword and gauntlets were as clear as day and he knew what they were . “Volcanic Arms!”

As he cried out he held out his hand and his lava surged up to his elbows and formed the gauntlets, the sword formed in his right hand. Looking at the hilt he saw a ruby on one side of the pummel and a brown gemstone on the other. He looked at the veins of magma on the blade and saw them pulse with light as he held it.

“Amazing, but how do I?” Danny muttered as he looked at the weapon in his hands and the gauntlets on his arms. Strange, it’s like I know what I can do with these things…… he thought as he started to swing the blade around for a few moments before he raised his free hand and a column of red crystal grew to his palm. He looked at it and grabbed the top and broke off the top and put it down on the ground and willed the column to drop back into the earth, a little bit of dirt messed up the only sign something had been there.

“Amazing!” Danny breathed as he pocketed the shard and walked off. Maybe I can use this to make something from this……..any way I wonder why I’m so thirsty, and what was that? He thought as he walked back towards his home. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out and saw a message from Jazz and he smiled.

SkyBoy; Hey sis, heading home. Will tell how I survived if asked, see you there.

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Sam walked into the hospital and stared as she looked around and saw a lot of people waiting or being helped as doctors and nurses moved around.

“Do you need help?” Sam looked to the side and saw a tall Japanese woman with her black hair in a bun and a sensual figure in a white lab coat over black slacks and jeans walk towards her rubbing her eyes with glasses on her forehead. She squinted at Sam and then brought her glasses down and then winced. “Oh it’s you Sam, hear to see her.”

“Hey doctor Kobayashi, how’s the hospital handling this?” Sam asked and Maiko Kobayashi laughed bitterly.

“With those government hacks commandeering the other entrance because of ‘security concerns’ we’ve had to get everyone through admissions. Thank god we set up the emergency entrance seperatly after the first time this happened.” Maiko said bitterly and Sam winced.

I can’t believe what happened, the GIWs are terrible fighters but to have actually stood their ground instead of running, I might have misjudged them a little. Sam thought as she walked and stopped when she noticed Operative K was talking on a phone near the bathroom and moved closer to listen in.

“…..Yes, we’ve got no choice anymore. The others will hear about this, we have to purge the labs of all our research and what we were able to get from the Fenton’s.” Operative K said and nodded. He started to turn and Sam slipped into a nearby room and closed the door, leaving it open slightly so she could hear him as he walked past the room.

“Yes, we need to send copies of all the research to the secondary base……We can’t let those fools in Washington stop us now, once we have the tech right we’ll show them the truth. No the creatures weren’t ghosts, they were based on the secondary power, also Phantom was detected wielding the same power. Yes we have to prepare Exodus no matter what Masters says.” Agent K voice came and stopped and Sam felt the door twitch as Agent K slammed his free hand against the door. “Agent Z did what?! I suppose the directives do say that…….. keep an eye on him, we need to be sure that he never finds out about Exodus, he wouldn’t understand.”

Sam left the room a few moments later, worried about what she had overheard and moved to the elevator and quickly was carried to the floor she wanted. After a few minutes walking she entered a room and saw her Ida Mansion laying on a hospital bed connected to a heart monitor.

“Sammy, with what happened at our unhonorable mayor’s ceremony I was worried that you wouldn’t come today.” Ida said as she reached over and grabbed Sam’s hand. Sam smiled back at her and looked at her with a look of concern.

“I couldn’t stay aware grandma.” Sam said as she looked at Ida looked away. “Grandma?”

“I’m not.” Ida whispered and Sam looked down at Ida with a look of concern and confusion.

“What are you saying?” Sam asked and Ida looked at her and sighed

“I’m not your grandmother, I’m your godmother and guardian.” Ida said and Sam gasped as Ida looked down and away from her. “I’m sorry that I never told ya, I wanted to before this all happened but I couldn’t every find the time or figure out the way.”

“what?” Sam asked and Ida smiled at her and rubbed her check.

“I took you in you because your mother, your birth mother was a friend of mine.” Ida said with a laugh that turned into a cough and she reached for a glass of water that Sam grabbed and hurriedly handed it over. As Ida took a drink Sam looked at her, shocked and confused.

“What….. why didn’t you tell me?” Sam asked as she stared at her…. God-mother? It doesn’t matter, this woman raised me more than Pamela and her husband did and this explains everything about why I’m so different from them. Sam thought as she looked at Ida who looked back.

“I let that idiot son of mine convince me to let him and his wife take the lead, but whenever there was a decision that needed to be made to take care of you I made it.” Ida said and gripped Sam’s waist. “Never doubt I love ya Sammy, I kept secrets that’s true, but they were to protect you and never doubt that I love you.”

“Grammy.” Sam whispered as tears came from her eyes.

“No tears Sammy, this isn’t the end just yet, this is just see you later.” Ida said forcibly. “Now listen, I set it up so you’ll be emancipated, and with what I know you’ll be fine once you’re out of their hands. I left a book that will explain everything you need to know, it’s in that language that you and your friends needed to talk to Big Bad.”

“Big Bad……that’s! You knew.” Sammy breathed in shock as Ida laughed.

“I knew from day one Sammy, I had been watching you all and when it happened at school the first time I knew it.” Ida asked and Sammy could only stare at her.

“How….” Sam asked as she tried to understand the roller-coaster of events, tried to make sense of what Ida was saying and she could only look at her shocked.

“I’ll explain next time we see each other Sammy, I promise.” Ida said before she looked out beyond Sam’s shoulder and smirked. “But my lawyer is here to talk to you so go on.”

Sam looked behind her and saw a woman in a business suite looking into the room and smiled slightly at her.

“Miss Samantha, I’m the lawyer that Ida hired. My name is Rachel Lortong, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Rachel said as they shook hands. “There are a few papers that you need to sign, a few I’s to dot and well it won’t take long.”

“Go Sammy, no matter what happens we will see each other again.” Ida said and waved her off. As Sam left Ida looked at the ring on her finger, and called up all the efforts of strength she had left. “Come on Ida, just ten minutes more than you can rest until your back.”

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Belphegor walked around the destroyed battle site with a wide grin with a backpack in his hands as the sky darkened. Oh this was wonderful, I can’t believe that my grade had to miss this wonderful carnage! But I always thought that this place was something, but to think I never found the time, what I could have done. Belphegor thought as he wondered through the ruins towards the building that had been destroyed by the GIWs. “This is amazing, I mean I knew that my beliefs were true with the ghosts but this, this is proof!”

He bent down and picked up a piece of the stone gargoyles, moving his thumb over it and smiled. Oh what I can do with you my pretty! All those old books I bought over the years said there needed to be a spark to give the power, being around ghosts wasn’t enough, a few of these each and then we’ll really be cooking with true power! And if I can gain enough to craft a few items or even just alchemy, then I might be able to rule this town! He thought as he took off his backpack and started to put as many of the stones as he could fit into it. As he reached the limit of what he could carry and move quickly he grinned as he stood up and looked around. “Oh, this is perfect; I don’t know who made these wonderful toys but I am sorry that they were dealt with so easily, my own plans have to reflect that.”

“Hey, don’t hog all the good ones Belphegor!” Hecate’s voice caused him to turn and see both of the girls walking towards him with bags around their shoulders, each one having taken some of the stones from the destroyed gargoyles.

“Don’t worry sis, we’ll share everything. And this is only until we can find out where they’ll move the rest of these things.” Lamashtu said with a giggle.

“Yeah, but if we can’t get anything else then we should grab what we can and leave before anyone comes and confiscates this stuff!” Hecate said with a pout.

“I wouldn’t worry me dears.” Belphegor said as he moved ever closer to the ruins of the building the gargoyles had come from subconsciously as he looked at the girls. “With the pounding the GIWs took, it will be a while before anyone will be back here, but I suppose you’re right, we should leave once I look over the this place.”

As he turned around and walked into the ruins he heard a crack and within moments fell through the floor. He dropped ten feet and hit the dirt with his feet and started to look around, wondering what he had found. The chamber he that fallen into was lined with glowing crystals and at the far end was a tome bound in chains with an open door way behind it. He stared at it hungrily as his meager senses could tell that it was something special.

“Master Belphegor, are you okay?!” Looking up he saw Hecate and Lamashtu looking down at him from the edge of the hole. He grinned back at them and looked around the chamber and saw a small corridor

“Perfectly fine girls, I found something that I think will help us.” Belphegor said as he walked towards the book and as he touched it the chains shot off and he felt something connect with him, something that told him that his life was forever changed moments before a unseen wave of something went out from the stand. He picked up the book and felt a rumbling. Looking around he saw the cavern start to collapse and ran for the door he ran up stone stairs and behind him he heard the sounds of falling rocks, all he could do was hope the girls were safe. He saw a door and bashed into it, breaking through it into a wooden hallway in a Victorian style. Before he could take what it looked like the grounds started to shake and he looked around and saw what he hoped was a door to the outside and he ran towards it, ramming his shoulder into and he ran into the yard, the girls seeing him waved and they ran towards where they had parked Belphegor’s car, hoping to get away.

“What’d you find down there?” Hecate demanded as they drove away, Belphegor ducking the car into a side street as civic vehicles and Belphegor handed her a book as he drove. She looked down at it and frowned as she read the text. “This is Greek…… Mageía av petra…. That means Magic of Stone!”

“Could this have anything to do with those wonderful, wonderful things Master Belphegor?!” Lamashtu asked and Belphegor started to cackle.

“Girls we might have finally made it.” Belphegor said as they drove towards the main part of town.

#Danny Phantom fanfiction #Truth Between Worlds

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floraone · 4 years

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So, this is to my guest reviewer who got so offended that I mentioned drag queens in Would You Like To Date My Friend, Chiba Mamoru? that they felt compelled to write me a long review about how much I wasted their time and should not bring my worldviews into my writing.

So… here! Have some more drag queens! :D

“Are we really sure this is… necessary?” Mamoru mumbled, eyeing the duct tape warily.

Usagi wasn’t helping. She looked more unsure than he did. And frankly, that wasn’t very reassuring given the fact that she was about to duct tape his newly shaven dick up his ass.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Minako said from behind the paravent. “You gotta look authentic!”

“Right,” he sighed, spread his thighs apart a little wider with a flush, and nodded for Usagi to start.

Unsurprisingly, duct tape on your junk hurt. He winced immediately,

“Sorry, sorry, sorryyyy,” she cried, but never stopped with the tape.

Yup. He was now pretty grateful Minako had insisted on that full-body wax for him.

He closed his eyes and just let her do it, even when she knelt in front of him and looked at his junk and the tape as if it were the most complicated of all IKEA furniture she’d ever have to put together.

“How’s this even supposed to…” she mumbled in frustration.

“He’s supposed to look flat,” came the very helpful remark from the other side.

“Duh.” Mamoru and Usagi rolled their eyes in perfect synchronization, before he winced again, hissing through his teeth.

“Sorryyyy!”

“Ok, so,” Makoto’s voice this time. “You’re supposed to like, tuck them back up.”

“Back up?!” Usagi said, eyeing his testicles varily.

Mamoru’s eyebrows jumped to his hairline in spontaneous panic.

“Like, there’s supposed to be this little pocket? Where they came from? You’re supposed to shove them back in, or up, and the dick is supposed to go like, all the way back to the ass crack.”

“Where are you reading this from?” he asked, trying to not sound panicked.

“WikiHow!”

Uh…

He looked down at his fiancée wide-eyed, who wasn’t looking back much better.

Shaking his head though, he grabbed downstairs, deciding to take matters into his own hand after all and quite literally, and subsequently tried to shove it all up himself - and actually, yeah… kind of? A pocket??

He nodded down towards her and yuppp, tape down there really, really hurt.

He wasn’t looking forward to taking that back off. Really, he wasn’t.

What he didn’t do for the mission…

“Right,” Usagi announced, quite proudly. “He’s flat now!”

A cheer from the other side of the paravent, and then a hipster slip thrown over the side of it that he quickly stepped into. And with that, he supposed his paravent privacy rights were over, because it was shoved away, and he was handed a pair of shiny see-through black tights and a black bra.

“Here’s your boobs,” Minako said with a wink, and handed him a pair of silicone pads.

He sighed long and hard, even when Usagi was already grabbing them from him and stuffing them into his bra.

“Is this really–” he tried again.

“Of course it’s necessary!” Minako interrupted him, then motioned for him to sit on the stool before her vanity.

He really didn’t like the look of that glue she held up.

“Sit!” she ordered.

He did, but eyed her suspiciously.

“Oh c’mon!” Minako groused. “Trust me a little! I got you!”

He sighed, and closed his eyes, and felt Minako attack his eyebrows with glue. To better camouflage them away with make-up, she later explained, and paint him new ones.

“Ok so,” Ami said from the side of Minako’s bed, detangling some cables to stick into her impromptu equipment. “Once you’re inside, scout the perimeter. If you wear your mic and earpiece, I have you on monitor the whole time. Try to track anything even remotely suspicious.”

“Right,” he mumbled, eyes back open. Minako was dabbing his face in nude colored make-up and it felt like she was painting him a new one.

“Full contour?” Rei asked next to her.

“Of course!” she mumbled, took a new brush, a new color, and wiped at his cheekbones.

“We’ll be in the audience the whole time,” Ami continued. “The second you notice something that looks like the attack, or a portal, or a weapon, or anything, one of us transforms and will be right with you.”

“A weapon?!” Usagi shrieked.

“And try to keep close to the other Queens, protect them. Try to take the hit for them if worst comes to worst.”

“WHAT?!” Usagi bellowed.

But he nodded. “Right,” he said, at the same time as Rei who rolled her eyes at Usagi and barked a, “Give him some credit, will you? He can take it!”

That was the whole reason they were doing this, after all. Someone had been threatening the local queer community for a while, and after ‘only’ hate speech in the mail, started making serious threats especially to the little drag theater they were trying to protect tonight. And since the last attack had been supernatural in nature, and this one was almost a sure bet, the local police had contacted the Senshi and asked for their assistance.

It had been Minako’s idea of course. That their best shot was to have someone undercover in the show who tries to take the brunt of the attack.

Usagi had been first to volunteer - use the Luna Pen, turn herself into a Beautiful Drag Queen. Mamoru had been first to protest and volunteer as tribute in her stead.

He wasn’t letting any more crazy people try and blow up his girlfriend.

Everyone had agreed (except Usagi.)

Minako was glueing fake eyelashes on him when Rei spoke up again, tapping her finger to her chin as she watched Minako work.

“We need a good drag name for you,” she mumbled thoughtfully.

“Mamoko!” Usagi cried from her perch on the floor right beside his stool.

He smiled - the others rolled their eyes.

“That’s not a drag name,” Rei shot in her direction with that ’are you daft, again?’ inflection to her voice, dismissing her.

“Princess Flower?” Makoto suggested. “Rosa Mask? Rosa Tux? Golden Thorne?”

“Domina Masque?” Ami threw in with a shrug, and Mamoru threw her an offended look.

“Ooooh!” Minako cried. “I like it! We gotta get you a mask!”

He sighed long and hard - but was tutted for it - Minako was working on his lips.

“Here I got your butt!” Makoto said, holding up the newly finished spanks with foam hot-glued in it.

He sighed even harder.

It was when Minako was done with the make-up, and the girls had tucked him into the sparkly red and crazy short sequin dress and zipped him up, that he was starting to not recognize himself in the mirror anymore.

“Damn, girl,” Makoto whistled. “What do you need these legs for?! Why are you so skinny?”

He blushed immediately, looking down at himself.

Minako dabbed some powder to his cheeks, looking pleased, then pulled a nylon net over his head.

“You’re really good at this,” he mumbled thoughtfully.

“Thanks!” she beamed, then winked. “Finally some trust!”

“I wouldn’t go so far,” he chuckled.

She threw him a pointed look, but a smile was dancing over her lips, and she tucked all his hair into the net, then took a razor to his sideburns and the back of his neck. He didn’t even stiffen anymore.

“Just think of me as your mother tonight!” she beamed.

Rei dramatically rolled her eyes. “Minako, you are not a Drag Queen. You don’t get to be his drag mom.”

Minako waved her off with a tsk, but flapped a long dark wig over his head.

When it was done, even he had to blink at his reflection.

It was… actually kind of good? The long dark hair suited him, the smokey eyes and contour kinda…too?

“You know,” Minako commented. “You look a bit like Rei like this.”

“You really, really do,” Usagi hushed, quite breathlessly, quite wide-eyed, cheeks way too flushed, and he couldn’t help but lift his eyebrows at her in the reflection of the mirror.

He really didn’t know what to think when she blushed even harder at that…

“Shoes!” Minako cried happily, interrupting that thought, and presented him with a pay of pretty much sky high transparent peep toes, with a red sole and… and… were those roses in the platforms?! “I have your slippers, princess,” she said with a smirk.

He looked at them as if she was waving a pair of guns at him.

“Are you expecting me to be able to walk in that?” he asked incredulously.

She threw him a look of utter annoyance. “Just try, for god’s sake. This isn’t science.”

And so he sighed again, but strapped himself into seven inch shoes with roses in them.

When he got up, Usagi’s hand directly there to clutch his and help him up, he was surprised he could actually somewhat walk on them.

“You know…” he said, surprised and looking down, “this isn’t actually so bad?”

Minako beamed with pride.

“If I don’t have to actually, you know, walk…?”

Another tsk and dismissive wave of Minako’s hand. “Just hang on to the pole. You’ll be fine.”

“A pole?!”

“Ahh, don’t worry, Just swing around a little on it. Try to look sexy.”

“WHAT?!”

“Like you wanna fuck the audience. Ya know? Look at them like you look at Usagi when she’s yelling something obnoxious at you.”

“MINAKO?!”

And so, about an hour later, mic in his fake cleavage and dick taped to his ass and looking like a Queen, he stood in front of an open stage door with a mission to fulfill.

“Let’s do this then,” he said with one last sigh.

“Yas Queen!” Makoto shouted amusedly, and shut up with a barely contained chuckle at his withering look.

“Showtime!” Minako cried ecstatically, and shoved him down the stage door. “Don’t get killed!”

He sighed again, but got to it.

Minako pressed her fist to her heart. “I am so proud of my daughter,” she beamed, wiping away a fake tear.

“You are NOT HIS MOTHER,” Rei cried again in frustration.

And no one really commented the fact that Usagi kind of really, really seemed to like her fiancé in that get-up.

Eventually, he actually kinda killed it? Before the homophobic monster attacked, of course, and blew it all to smithereens. But even then, Domina Masque looked like quite a stunner throwing those roses.

#yup #my fic #my stuff #tumblr shorts #because if you tell me not to do something i will only do it more?#thanks irritablevowel for picking out his shoes ;)#have fun with this lol #yes I'm petty #yes I dig this lol?#Mamoru in drag #my husband suggested to just randomly put a drag queen into all of my fics now #not even with plot #just like #'and across the streetwalked a gorgeous drag queen'

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shikai-the-storyteller · 4 years

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WFC: Siege watch!

Part 1: Episodes 1, 2, and 3

[Part 2] (Linking because Tumblr isn’t even showing the post on my blog or on my dash 🙄)

As a side note: every single person in this fandom is horrible at tagging their spoilers, you guys really need to do a better job at that because I’ve got a bunch of blockers on and I was STILL almost spoiled multiple times. Come on you guys...it literally came out today, be better about this.

Alright going to try and keep expectations low because I feel like the target audience for this is G1 dudebros who take a series about transforming cars way too seriously, but I’m still cautiously optimistic because a friend vetted for the dudes working on this show so WE”LL SEE

Episode 1

Aw man there’s only 6 episodes??? Bummer, I wonder if they’re already working on Season 2 or if they’re going to see how this does and let it die in the water if it’s not popular enough.

Things I know going in: Skyfire / Jetfire is in this, Megatron has big lips, and Elita is in it. That’s literally it, I’ve managed to avoid spoilers thusfar (though a few of the promo images implied Skyfire’s a Decepticon, so you KNOW that’s gonna break bad eventually)

WHEELJACK Wednesday THURSDAY

OH MYG OSH IS THAT SKYWARP??? EXPECTATIONS ARE NOW SKY-HIGH

The transformation sequences look so reminiscent of those stop-motion videos people do of their Transformer toys transforming. This isn’t a dig at the animation style, I think that’s rather charming and I wonder if it’s intentional.

Wow Bumblebee sounds like a jerk. I’m instantly on-edge, please don’t make all the characters ~hyper-masculine mean guys who don’t know how to have fun or talk about their emotions~

“The Autobots aint paying you for attitude” YOU TELL HIM WHEELJACK

Yooo Velocitron exists!

Ahh so Bumblebee IS just a mercenary, not an Autobot

OHOHO HERE”S JETFIRE

Wow Jetfire you’re really going the bad dude route huh

Ayyyyyy there’s Starscream

YOOO THERE”S THUNDERCRACKER

Thundercracker I appreciate that you’re using fancy tech to identify wheeljack but his Autobot badge is literally Right There

WTF

WELL THAT DIDN”T LAST LONG HUH...that’s a bit disappointing

OH NVM THAT WASN”T A HEEL-TURN THAT WAS JUST A STRAIGHT UP “I”M THE BOSS” MOVE

huh so they’re making Skyfire the target of Starscream’s desire for power. hmm

WHY ARE YOU GUYS RUNNING JUST TRANSFORM INTO CARS unless they’re too low on energon to do it??

There he is...Mr. Big Lips

Well that’s a surprising take Megatron

Isn’t that Cybertron and Luna 1 in the sky though?? Are they on Cybertron rn or not??

Megatron’s voice is really throwing me off, if it weren’t for his helmet and color I’d really think that was Overlord

ITS TRUCK DAD

OHOHO HE SAID THE THING!!!!

Why does bumblebee have lips too

“What do you know of slavery?” Alright that line did make me go “OHHHH”

“Alpha Trion would be ashamed!” “Of us both, I think” ouch, but nice to see Alpha “Grandpa” Trion back in a series

Megatron PLEASE don’t say “I’m enjoying this, Prime” in that voice while I can hear Optimus groaning in the background

AYYY ELITAAAAAA

Why are the Seekers chasing these guys, who are running on foot, ON FOOT??? CHANGE INTO YOUR DANG ALT MODE

WHEELJACK SWORE

man I’m only like a few minutes in and I’m already bored. I’m going to watch the whole thing, but I feel like this is really lacking soul or personality so far. It very much feels like the script was written by people who aren’t familiar with these characters, so they’re writing them how they EXPECT them to sound, not writing them as they actually are. It’s more than a little disappointing, but this is only the first episode, so I’ll keep going and see if this is consistent throughout the series.

Oh man, just listening to Elita you can tell she was written by a dude. Oof.

There’s the Ark!

Dang everyone’s running low

Jeez Optimus and Elita wouldn’t just walk by all these injured Autobots!

And Optimus wouldn’t brush off his officers!! Agh!!!

YO Ultra Magnus!

Chromia!!!!!

oh my gosh is THAT Red Alert??

Hey where’s Ratchet though

Gosh the writing is so STIFF!!!! I can’t stand this, if I wasn’t a die-hard Transformers fan I would’ve bounced a few minutes ago

It might also be the way the VAs pause between words, please speak normally, these constant pauses between words are frustrating

Ok but where the frick is Soundwave

“His arrogance I actually like” pfft

Annnnd here comes Ultra Magnus to accept the treaty on Prime’s behalf, where he’ll get held hostage and probably wind up beefing it.

Episode 2

SOUNDWAVE!!!! BABY

And Shockwave!!!

YO SKYWARP ACTUALLY GOT A SPEAKING LINE

I want to know where Megatron got all this fabric for those stupid flags and where Ultra magnus got that cloak

Is. Is that Prowl with a weird paint job

Wow bad aim dude

Ultra Magnus you dummy....

Ok but if it was a battle then who were they fighting against???

Wow you’re really just gonna stand there and take that Magnus?

I know they’re on a time-crunch because they only have 6 episodes, but they have to do more to make me care about the characters. I’m inclined to care about them already because I’m familiar with the series and because as a stand-alone, even I’m like “Ok. So?” whenever new problems come up for them. I’m not invested!

Not to compare the two, because I feel like this entire liveblog will turn into a comparative essay, but Cyberverse got me invested in characters within the first episode! They were on an even TIGHTER time-crunch because their episodes were only 10 minutes, and yet they did a great job weaving a tight narrative and making good use of their time to tell a story and have characters charm the audience.

Optimus: Til All Are One Rodimus, coming out of nowhere: TIL ALL ARE ONE

WELL THAT”S NOT THE VOICE I WAS EXPECTING FOR SHOCKWAVE he sounds a bit reminiscent of his TFA version

What does de-rez mean

Ok but that’s assuming that this thing will automatically reprogram them?? Reformatting doesn’t automatically mean someone will turn into a Decepticon!

You know, there’s a lot of talking in the show but the dialogue doesn’t actually say a lot. It doesn’t reveal much about the characters or tell me who they are.

YOOO THERE”S SOUNDWAVE

AUDIO BOOB

It really annoys me that characters always pause after saying “I”. It’s always “I.........[long pause] rest of their sentence.”

what do you mean “Teams” Optimus there’s like 5 of you guys

I love you Soundwave!!!

Whoa wait was that Impactor in the background?

ughHHHHHH I HATE THAT MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE IS “what have you done?” SAID UTTERLY MONOTONE WHEN IT’S NOT EVEN A BIG DEAL!!! YOU CAN”T FLIP THAT LINE OUT WITHOUT ACTUALLY PUTTING IN THE FOOTWORK TO EARN IT!!! AGH!!!

Again, it feels very much like the writers read the wikipedia page for Transformers and maybe the first sentence of each character’s bio page and then wrote the entire script from there. It’s frustrating. I hate being so severe in my reviews because I hate dunking on my fellow writers because they don’t always have final say in what happens, but this is astonishingly poor writing.

Like, I can see what they’re TRYING to accomplish, but it feels like they whiff so badly.

YO IT IS IMPACTOR

oh thats Barricade that’s why I thought that was Prowl

Chromia!!!! My darling!!!! I can’t believe there’s only two girls in this show so far

Oh that’s Cog, I wasn’t sure if that was Beachcomber or what

Nice one Chromia

Oh is that Mirage?

Ugh ANOTHER WRITING PET PEEVE: Constantly having characters start to say something but then then their dialogue gets cut off. It’s fine if it’s once in a while but over and over it’s annoying

I also feel like a lot of the VAs lack...emotion. They don’t emphasize the lines. Like, “Get him into the repair bay” is one example. Depending on how you emphasize certain words in that sentence, you can infer a lot! Emotion, the state of mind of the character, etc. But when it’s delivered in such a bland way, it’s a bit like “ok whatever”, which is how I’m starting to feel about this whole show. This doesn’t go for all the VAs or all lines, but it’s consistent enough that my mind’s wandering.

RAVAGE??? RAVAGE???? RAVAGE?!?!?!??!?!

It was probably Bumblebee.

Not to be nitpicky but it should be “Neither we nor the Autobots”

The idea of reformatting is so stupid!!! It implies that Autobots and Decepticons are inherently different, which is stupid!! It’s so dumb WHY DO YOU GOTTA GO THAT ROUTE IT”S SO STUPID (ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY”RE TACKLING THE TOPIC OF OPPRESSION??? THEY”RE SAYING THEY”RE LITERALLY DIFFERENT SPECIES AND USING IT AS A PLATFORM TO SAY ONE GROUP IS INHERENTLY BETTER THAN THE OTHER. THAT SUCKS)

Episode 3

RATCHET!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lmao love your lipgloss Megatron

Ohh is Ratchet going to fix Impactor??

PROWL??? HE”S SO SHORT

Gosh please, please don’t have humans in this show

lmao Skyfire called Starscream a tool

RATCHET!!! :D

I’d like to see who was on the writing team of this show

Isn’t that Mirage?

YEAH THAT IS MIRAGE

Again with the sentences consistently being cut off....

Is that Sunstorm?

Points to Chromia and Mirage for showing the first bitof personality in this show.

Yooo Ratchet! Oof he’s not chummy with Prime huh

YOO CAMINUS EXISTS TOO

LMAO FEISTY GRANDPA

Oh Mirage come on

Actually no, don’t shut Impactor up he’s right

“I didn’t patch you up just so you could blow a valve here” *snorts*

Wouldn’t it be frickin hilarious if Magnus just popped open a panel and Minimus came out and just dipped outta there

lmao nice lightsaber Jetfire

LMAO “PULL THE TRIGGER MAGNUS”

JEEZ JUST PUNCH HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WHY DON”T YOU

Ratchet is the ONLY character they’ve given personality in this show so far.

Jeez Mirage cool your jets

Oh for frick’s sake Optimus be cool

Megatron please stop torturing your ex boyfriend

Ok but who did they rise against??? Were there Quintessons in this universe too?

oh come on you guys

Oh boy something tells me Skywarp isn’t going to survive the rest of this episode

Oh jk, Skyfire just let him go. Well alrighty then

I’m not sure how they found the Autobot base, they implied that it was because of Impactor but that doesn’t make sense

This post is getting long so I’m going to spit it between two posts

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J/H 3-18: Eric’s Naughty No-No

If you thought the last episode was a bit of a cheat, with so little new material, this will hopefully take care of that.

We're going to assume now that throwing Zen into Season 3 would affect the production order at this point. Instead of "The Trials of Michael Kelso," 3-18 is now "Eric's Naughty No-No." Once again, the "A" story with Eric and Donna and the "B" story with the Formans are left alone and preserved for context. But there's an all-new runner, all for Hyde, and that attitude he had about Jackie in "Ice Shack" is gonna start paying off...

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SHOW TITLE INT. THEATER - NIGHT A film in progress, a thin crowd. Heavy breathing and terrible porno music are the only sounds coming from the screen. ERIC, FEZ, HYDE, and KELSO, near the front of the theater, all look up at the screen in a daze. FEZ: Oh, my first X-rated movie. I don’t know what’s going on, but that is the luckiest pizza boy ever! HYDE: I’ll say. There’s at least nine boobs in this shot alone. KELSO: Guys, I don’t know about this. I mean, I’ve realized lately that attraction is about more than just the boobs or the butt. This kind of trashy porno flick is really – oh, wow! That seems like it would tickle. FEZ: Oh, nothing’s going to happen in this scene. It’s just two ladies. Female moaning from the film. The boys all sit up straighter. FEZ (cont’d): Oh, bravo. Nice plot twist! ERIC: Oh – wow! Does everyone do that? Because I don’t do that. I just stick to two or three key moves, and... God, they don’t even come close to that. FEZ: Oh, Eric. I have not done anything. But even I, had I done anything, would have already done that. Another moan from the screen. Kelso tilts to one side. KELSO: I’ll be right back. He scrambles out of the aisle as the others keep watching.

MAIN CREDITS BUMPER MUSIC NOTE: “Temptation” by Perry Como. INT. THE HUB - DAY A pleasant weekend morning, with a light crowd in the Hub. On the far side of the booth seat, a GUM-CHEWING BLONDE, her back against the wall, talks with Hyde, who leans with one hand against the wall just above her shoulder. “Temptation” plays on the jukebox. BLONDE: So, Hyde, are you still on probation? HYDE: (nods) Just checked in at the precinct yesterday. The blonde’s eyes widen, and she paws at Hyde’s jacket as she pops her gum. HYDE (cont’d): Yeah. My probation officer’s not a bad guy, you know? He keeps it simple, keeps it short... Hyde reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, crumpled paper bag. HYDE (cont’d): And he ain’t too careful with his contraband. The blonde squeals and swats him playfully on the chest. Hyde grins and puts the bag away. HYDE (cont’d): So, you ever been cruisin’ in an El Camino? BLONDE: Oh, my God. Hyde, you are the coolest! She bobs on her feet, giggling, and the mask of cool slips off Hyde’s face. We cut to: FANTASY SEQUENCE. HYDE’S POV. In place of the blonde is JACKIE, wearing her cheerleading uniform and letter jacket and surrounded by stage lights. She is ten times as bubbly and admiring as the blonde. JACKIE: Oh, my God! Steven, you are the coolest! Oh, can we have a Circle when we get over to Eric’s? I love that you turned me on to those! Ooh, those sunglasses are so mysterious. (gasps) And all this time, Led Zeppelin was a band? They’re amazing! She starts a cheer routine as the fantasy sequence fades away. The blonde has retrieved her bag and heads for the door, tugging on Hyde’s arm, but he stands firm and gently pulls her back in front of him. HYDE: Uh, you know what? I can’t. He offers a half-shrug by way of apology and leaves the baffled blonde behind as he crosses the room and leans on the pinball machine. He lets out a long breath and shakes his head. Pushing himself upright and turning around, Hyde sees the blonde making out with a JOCK near the door. When they break apart, the blonde has a sultry gleam in her eye, and the jock is completely out of breath. He reaches into his mouth and takes out the blonde’s gum. JOCK: All right! He takes the blonde by the hand, and they hurry out the door. Hyde leans back against the pinball machine. HYDE: Oh, holy hell. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY The sun shines in from the patio door. KITTY is hard at work on the stovetop, spooning filling into a pie crust. RED strolls in from the living room and takes a whiff of the kitchen air. RED: Mmmm, smells good. Watcha making? He takes a beer from the fridge. KITTY: (still working) Oh, a little lemon meringue and pot roast and my sister Paula is coming and seven-layer salad. RED: Ahh. Seven-layer – hey, wait a second. Kitty sets the spoon down and looks up at Red. KITTY: Red, now please, be nice. We haven’t seen her in almost six years. RED: Yeah. Not since she got arrested. KITTY: No, no, no, not arrested, detained. RED: She showed up in the back seat of a police car with lights flashing. I had to tell the neighbors she was the mayor of Cincinnati. Outside, a car horn honks. Kitty hops and claps. KITTY: Oh, there she is. RED: You wait. She’s gonna hit me up for money like she always does. They cross to the patio door. CUT TO: EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY Red and Kitty step out into the drive. A nauseatingly pink THUNDERBIRD slowly pulls in. The logo for KATHY MAY COSMETICS adorns the back window. The Thunderbird manages to rear-end the Toyota in the garage, breaking the taillights. Red scowls. RED: That’s gonna cost me. Out from the car steps Kitty’s sister PAULA, tanned and brunette, but with the same happy energy as Kitty. She is dressed in the same shade of pink as her car. KITTY: Oh, my God! PAULA: Kitty! KITTY: Oh, my God, look at you! PAULA: I know! I know! I’m fabulous! They rush to embrace each other, sharing the shrill cackling that only the best of middle-aged sisters can share. Kitty looks her sister over, and Paula poses. KITTY: Oh, my God. You’re wearing stockings! Red, she’s wearing stockings! Oh, oh, and matching shoes! Red nods curtly. Paula smiles at him and steps over to him. PAULA: Come on, Red. I know you’re dying for a nibble. She gives him a kiss on the cheek. Red spares her a small smile. RED: Ahh, Paula. You’re so... pink. PAULA: Oh, well, sure, sure! I’ve gotta match my brand-new car. She sweeps her hand out in presentation over the Thunderbird. PAULA (cont’d): Go ahead, pet her. Reluctantly, Red gives the trunk a pat. KITTY: Well ooh, ooh, I wanna pet her too! She pats the trunk too, with much more enthusiasm. Red walks down the length of the car. RED: Why did you paint it with Pepto-Bismol? PAUL: It’s not Pepto-Bismol. It’s Luscious Blushes. And only the top Kathy May salesperson gets one of these babies. RED: So, you stole it from her? Paula laughs. She opens up her purse, takes out a big wad of bills, and hands it to Red. PAULA: I have all the money that I owe you. Here it is. KITTY: Oh, my God. You have cash. Red, she has cash! She and Paula laugh together and hug again. Red counts the money. Kitty, seeing over Paula’s shoulder, reaches over to his arm. KITTY (cont’d): Honey, Red, Red, Red – really. You don’t have to count it. RED: Oh – of course. You’re family! He chuckles. The sisters go back to their embrace. Red turns his back to them and resumes counting. CUT TO: INT. HUB - DAY Later that afternoon. “You Can’t Turn Me Off (In the Middle of Turning Me On)” by High Inergy plays on the jukebox. The guys have claimed two small tables near the counter. Hyde’s chair is turned toward the wall as he broods. Eric sits backwards in his chair as he stares into space, his jaw hanging open. Fez and Kelso are turned in toward each other as they share a basket of fries and sip at their sodas. ERIC: (beat) Okay, so did anyone besides me think that some of the guys in that movie were... not completely average? Like, you know, they were way, way above average? FEZ: What are you talking about? Those men were completely average. In fact, I found the guy with the mustache downright puny. KELSO: See now, Fez – that’s not honest. I mean, we all know you’re small in the pants. Fez glares at him. FEZ: Fine. You want honesty? I’ll give you honesty. We are all small in the pants! He’s loud enough to attract stares, and he winces at them. Fez shoves the fries away and stands. FEZ (cont’d): Now good day. He grabs his coat and heads for the door. KELSO: Fez - FEZ: I said, “good day!” He throws his hand up as he leaves the Hub. Kelso shakes his head and takes the basket in his hands. ERIC: Hey, you guys – honestly, you don’t think Donna’s... you know, bored, right? ‘Cause those guys in the movie... they didn’t do the same move twice. And I’ve done the same move, like, always. KELSO: Yup. I bet they go to a special school or something. I mean, they’re like doctors at doing it. He gains a faraway look in his eye, contemplating the concept. Eric gives him a funny look, which makes Kelso bow his head and cradle the fries. Hyde looks over at both of them and scowls. HYDE: Will you two shut up? God, I can’t believe we went to a nudie flick and all you can talk about is the guys. He turns away, disgusted. Eric and Kelso share a look. KELSO: (to Eric) He’s got a point. HYDE: (quietly) The things those chicks did in that movie. There’s gotta be at least a few chicks around here know how to do some of that stuff, too. And I’m missing out on it, man! He slams a fist down on the table, giving Eric and Kelso a jump. They look over at Hyde and lean away from him. ERIC: (beat) Hyde, you haven’t been using the stuff you swiped from the precinct, have you? Hyde turns to glare at them. Eric holds up his hands as Kelso keeps munching fries. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY Later that afternoon. Kitty is preparing her seven-layer salad. Paula leans on the stovetop, looking around the kitchen. Red stands near the fridge, nursing a beer. KITTY: (while working) So, Paula, tell me more about the ship captain. PAULA: Oh, that was just a fling, you know? RED: Didn’t you have a fiancé the last time we saw you? KITTY: Red, now, there is no reason to re-hash ancient history, is there? PAULA: (to Kitty) No, it’s okay. (to Red) It turned out he lived on some sort of commune where everyone called him “God.” And there were guns. And I could really never figure out why God would need a gun. But there were some fun parties – woo! She laughs, waving off the memory. PAULA (cont’d): Life has gotten so much better since I moved to Indianapolis. I mean, things move so much faster in the big city. One day you’re wondering if you’ll ever find happiness and the next, you’re waving the starting flag at the Indy 500. Red’s head snaps her way – he’s finally, really paying attention. RED: You waved the Indy flag? Paula nods. Red sets his beer down and takes a step toward her, his mouth hanging open. Paula smiles and Kitty shifts on her feet. PAULA: Well, enough about me. Kitty, dear, what have you been up to? Kitty stops her work on the salad and turns toward her sister. KITTY: Well, you know, it’s funny you should ask, because we have been super, super busy. (laughs) I – I – well, you know I was working at the hospital, but with Red back to work and - and with the kids and everything, I decided to – to stay home, and... She looks around, as if desperate for something interesting to say. RED: (to Paula) So, did you meet Dick Trickle? Kitty blushes at the name and throws a hand over her face. Red gives a “what?” sort of a shrug. BUMPER INT. FORMAN BEDROOM – NIGHT Red and Kitty are tucked in for the night. They both sit up in bed. Kitty has her HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK open, while Red is re-counting Paula’s money. KITTY: Oh, well, will you look at this? Here’s me, captain of the cheerleaders. “Most likely to succeed.” “Best laugh.” (laughs) Oh, here’s Paula. She tilts the yearbook Red’s way and points to a page. Red’s face curdles at what he sees. RED: What’s that on her cheek? KITTY: Oh, she had a little sledding accident with her face that year. Red rolls his eyes. RED: Typical. KITTY: (laughs) I know. (beat) Things were so different then. She flips a page. In the upper-right corner is a black-and-white photograph of a YOUNG KITTY, posing with a tiara at the homecoming dance, while a YOUNG PAULA struggles with spilled punch down her dress in the background. The photo grows off the page, and we cut to: INT. DANCE HALL – NIGHT FLASHBACK. Kitty stands proud, the homecoming queen, while Paula scrubs furiously at her stained dress. A TALL GIRL gives Kitty a big hug. TALL GIRL: Kitty! You so deserve this. You’re the best. KITTY: Oh, aren’t you sweet? She gives a little wave and a laugh, already recognizably hers. The tall girl moves on, and a CORNY GUY in a bad bowtie sidles up to Kitty. CORNY GUY: Boy, oh, boy. Chet sure is lucky. He’s got the keenest girl in school! KITTY: Oh, stop! A still-stained Paula, with her date MARVIN, comes up behind Kitty and draws her attention. PAULA: Congratulations, Kitty. KITTY: Thanks, Paula. PAULA: I knew you’d win. You always do. KITTY: (beat) No, not always. CHET, Kitty’s date, strolls over and takes Kitty by the arm. CHET: Well, I want a kiss from the queen. KITTY: Well, Chet, you have been an awfully loyal subject. Kitty kisses his cheek and adjusts his suit. PAULA: You guys, I’d like you to meet my date, Marvin. She turns, but Marvin is no longer at her side. Instead, he’s making out with the tall girl from earlier. Paula takes this pathetically well. PAULA (cont’d): Marvin? Sweetie? Sweetie? Kitty looks away, uncomfortable. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN BEDROOM – NIGHT Kitty stares down at her yearbook and sighs. KITTY: And now, I’m a housewife and she goes on cruises with Dick Trickle. She sets the yearbook on her nightstand and sighs again. Red has gone from counting the money in his hands to spreading it out on the bed. RED: You don’t know what she’s not telling you. I mean, just because she’s more successful than you doesn’t mean that she’s happy. Kitty slowly turns and glares at Red. KITTY: “More successful?” RED: Well, it’s just that she has so many... He looks up from the cash and sees his wife’s face. RED (cont’d): And she’s – she’s very... look, money! He holds up the wad of bills. Kitty is not amused. CUT TO: INT. ERIC’S ROOM – NIGHT The lights are on, but the action goes on. Eric and DONNA are going at it. Eric blows into Donna’s ear before kissing her neck. DONNA: I love it when you do that. Eric looks up, his face just above Donna’s. ERIC: Good to know, good to know. How about when I do – this? He goes back in and raises the covers, sparing the censor. The awful porn music from the movie begins to play as we move in on an ACTION FIGURE with its hand over its face, its fingers suggestively positioned. RECORD SCRATCH – hard. DONNA: Geez, Eric! What the hell? Donna sticks out from the sheets and wraps them around herself, moving as far from Eric as she can. He struggles to emerge from inside the bed. ERIC: Okay, okay, I’ll just go back up to the ear. It’s the wrong thing to say. Donna climbs out of bed, over Eric. DONNA: Get away from me, you pig! Where are my pants! ERIC: What? Wait – it was an accident! Donna bolts from the room without a look or a word. Eric futilely retrieves a feather from the headboard shelf. ERIC (cont’d): Look, I have a feather. FADE TO BLACK COMMERCIAL EXT. FORMAN PORCH – DAY The next morning. Donna and Jackie sit on the Forman’s porch. Donna whispers into Jackie’s ear. With each word, Jackie looks more and more repulsed. JACKIE: He did? What the heck for? DONNA: I don’t know! In, like, what universe is that sexy? JACKIE: Only one – the skinny pervert universe! Both girls shudder. DONNA: It was so strange. I mean, usually he just sticks to, like, two or three key moves. The pig. JACKIE: The freak. Jackie scoots closer and put an arm around Donna’s shoulders. DONNA: (moans) He had just done the ear thing, too. You know, when you have something that works, just stick with it! She buries her head in her hands as Jackie pats her back – though not without pulling a face. BUMPER MUSIC NOTE: “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce. INT. HUB – DAY A lazy Sunday afternoon. Only a few teens are passing their time there. “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” plays on the jukebox. A few GUYS IN LEATHER JACKETS huddle in a corner, each with a BABE under their arms. Hyde sits near the foosball table with a SOBBING BRUNETTE. An empty fries basket and a check are on a small round table to her right. BRUNETTE: And so I was running late, and I didn’t have a chance to call ahead and let Jake know, y’know? So I get to his place around 9, and when I went in, he was there with my friend Susie. She sniffs, dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief. Hyde nods, encouraging her to continue. BRUNETTE (cont’d): At least, I think it was Susie – it was hard to tell, when all I could see were her legs around Jake’s neck! A fresh wave of tears spills out of her, and she buries her head in her hands. Hyde gives a sympathetic half-nod and puts a hand on the back of her chair. HYDE: I’m hearing a cry for a little sympathy and affection. And I’m here for you. And I can also be there for you, in the flatbed of my truck, in about ten minutes. The brunette looks up at Hyde, her tear-streaked face trusting and vulnerable. Hyde leans away from her, and we cut to: FANTASY SEQUENCE. HYDE’S POV. Jackie is in place of the brunette, an absolute train wreck of tears and bad hair. Dramatic lighting accentuates her depression. JACKIE: Oh, Steven! It was horrible! I thought Michael loved me! I trusted him! How could he do that to me - how? How? What am I gonna do? Now I’m all alone... She throws he head back, bawling, as the fantasy fades away. Hyde withdraws his arm from the brunette’s chair. He scoots back slightly, takes her hand, and pats it. HYDE: Uh – you know, though, you gotta be careful on the rebound. So, uh, why don’t I... He takes the check, looks it over, and leaves some money on the table. HYDE (cont’d): Yeah, and... you call up some friends who can... you know, support... and, uh – One of the leather jacket guys, a tough-looking S.O.B., marches over and pulls Hyde’s chair around to face him. GUY: Hey! What are you doing with my girl, man? HYDE: You Jake? The guy nods. Hyde nods back before he elbows Jake hard in the gut. He stands, kicking his chair aside. Jake recovers up to his full height. Now that they’re both standing, it’s clear that Jake is at least two heads taller than Hyde is. Hyde stares up at Jake’s fuming mug. HYDE (cont’d): Oh, holy hell. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY Early afternoon. Paula is at the stovetop with a pan, some dough, and a rolling pin. Kitty enters through the living room with a basket of laundry and sees her sister at work. She hesitates for a moment, then sets down the laundry and crosses to the stovetop. KITTY: So, um, what’s going on here? Packing a picnic lunch for your next African safari? They share a laugh. PAULA: No, I thought I’d make my strudel for the boys. It feels nice, having people to cook for. KITTY: Huh. (beat) Well, um – sounds like your, uh, jet-set life gets pretty lonely, huh? PAULA: Oh, no, I have lots of friends. KITTY: Oh, right, right. But, um – all the friends in the world don’t make up for having to come home from the Bahamas to an empty house, do they? PAULA: I actually enjoy my privacy. KITTY: Hmmm. (beat) Privacy, loneliness. It’s a fine line, isn’t it? Paula sets the rolling pin down and turns to face Kitty. PAULA: Okay, Kitty, is something wrong? KITTY: Yeah, something is wrong. Why are you here? PAULA: Because I missed you. And I wanted you to see that I’m finally okay. KITTY: Okay or better than me? PAULA: Better than you? Oh, Kitty. You’re my sister and I... okay, fine! I’m finally a success and I wanted to come back and rub your face in it! And I did, and I liked it! She stands up tall and gives a snotty nod. Kitty stares her down. KITTY: Well, good for you. It must have been hard, living in my shadow because I was popular and you weren’t, and I had a life and you didn’t. That’s right, I said it! You heard me! You were a schlub! A schlub! The sisters glare, daggers in their eyes. Paula breaks first, falling into laughter. Kitty follows her, and they embrace. KITTY: Oh, I am so sorry. PAULA: Oh, I’m sorry too. KITTY: I just... I don’t know what is the matter with me. She starts tidying up around the stovetop, just to keep her hands busy. KITTY (cont’d): I should be just thrilled that you’re finally on your feet, and instead, I’m just... I’m acting like a jealous little ninny. Paula stops Kitty’s tidying and takes her hands. PAULA: Kitty, would you like a makeover? KITTY: Oh, I really would. PAULA: Okay. They laugh and hug again. KITTY: (beat) I won’t look like a whore, will I? Paula shakes her head and leads Kitty out of the kitchen. CUT TO: INT. FOTOHUT - DAY A not-so-rare lull in business. LEO sits at the counter, absent-mindedly thumbing through photographs spread out on the countertop, while Hyde paces restlessly behind him. His lip is busted and his knuckles are bruised. HYDE: This is bad, man. Everywhere I look, everywhere I go, every chick I try to score, she’s there. I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t like it. I mean, this isn’t me, man! I don’t buy into the sham of attachment! He stops pacing and starts soapboxing, his voice rising with each sentence. HYDE (cont’d): No emotions! No commitment! No shackles of the female race keeping me down! She thinks she can work her way into my head? She thinks she can chase me down until I take her out, then still own me even when the kiss didn’t take? Well, I’ve got news for you, Burkhart! I’m not falling for that – He’s right on the verge of hyperventilating. Leo leaps to his feet and shakes Hyde roughly by the shoulders. LEO: Cool it, dude! Now look, man – your attitude has been alienating customers all day and is contributing to an unprofessional work environment. This flash of competence from Leo is enough to snap Hyde out of it. LEO (cont’d): Now I’m sorry, man, but I’ve got no choice. There’s only one thing to do about a situation like this. CUT TO: THE CIRCLE. The cramped space of the FotoHut really lets the smoke build up. Leo nods, contented, as he lights some incense. Pan to Hyde, now with a sleepy, happy smile. He coughs and stretches. HYDE: Thanks, Leo. I dunno, man. I just never thought I’d feel this way about a girl, you know? Especially a 95-pound midget with a voice that makes dogs deaf. Pan to Leo. LEO: I used to live with midgets, man. And clowns. And elephants. We went all around the country in a big train. Set up this big striped tent wherever we stopped, and everyone came out to see us. Hey, you know what? I think I was in the circus, man. Pan to Hyde. HYDE: I mean, I could see, purely as a social experiment, dating someone like Jackie, you know? A chick from corrupt, Republican, corporate stooge money. A child of the Man. Bring her into the full range of experience offered by the world of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll, and you turn the Man’s own child against him. Pan to Leo. LEO: That ain’t funny, man. You know my kids turned against me. Like once, we were talking, and we were turned toward each other. Then something happened over their shoulders, and they turned to look at it, and then they were turned against me, man. Pan to Hyde. HYDE: See, it’s like I’m the virus, and Jackie’s patient zero. Through her, I corrupt the system from the inside. That’s how you bring on the revolution, man! A horn honks. Hyde looks out the hut window. HYDE (cont’d): Huh. (to Leo) I think we gotta go back work. Pan to Leo. LEO: Now what have I told you about working while you’re on the job, man? He gives a long, slow, disappointed shake of his head. CUT TO: EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY The Thunderbird still sits in the driveway. Red stands by its side, shaking his head. RED: (to the car) You poor pink bastard. The patio door slides open, and out steps Kitty, in a prim outfit and just slightly garish make-up. RED (cont’d): (to Kitty) Well, well, what have we here? She strolls over to the car, sits on the trunk, and strikes a pose. RED (cont’d): All right. He checks his watch and leans in toward Kitty. RED (cont’d): I got 20 minutes ‘til my wife gets back, so pucker up! He and Kitty laugh, embrace, and kiss. Paula comes up behind them, her bags in hand. PAULA: Okay, you two lovebirds. I’m off. Red and Kitty break apart. Some of Kitty’s bright red lipstick has smeared off over Red’s mouth. PAULA (cont’d): Bye-bye, Red. She gives him a kiss on the cheek, and playfully pokes at his lipstick smear. Kitty hops off the car and hugs her sister. KITTY: Oh, Paula. Thank you so much. PAULA: Oh, Kitty, what are sisters for, huh? I’ll talk to you in a couple of days. And you remember what I said: recherche de vie pour vivre la vie. KITTY: Oui oui, ma soeur. She and Paula wave goodbye. Paula packs up, gets into her car, and pulls out, honking her horn as she drives away. RED: (to Kitty) So what’s with all the French? Did she call me something? KITTY: No. She said, “search for life to live life,” which is my new motto. Paula made me see that I have been in a rut. But the good news is, from now on, I am just going to explore life. Red smiles playfully. RED: But you’re all pretty now, with your big red lips. Isn’t that enough? Kitty chuckles and gives him another kiss. KITTY: Oh, I love you, Red Forman. (beat) And no. She heads back inside. BUMPER INT. ERIC’S ROOM – DAY For reasons best known to himself, Eric is checking the inside of his nose in the mirror. The door swings open. Donna storms in. Eric quickly backs away from the mirror. ERIC: Oh, hey. I was just looking at... hey. DONNA: Okay, where did you get the idea to... She looks around. She throws the door shut and leans into Eric, her voice now a tense whisper. DONNA (cont’d): Do what you did? Eric sighs, his shoulders slump. ERIC: I went to see this movie, and it was a... well, I guess you could call it an art film. DONNA: Eric! ERIC: Okay, fine, Donna, it was an X-rated film. And it just - there were all these people, and they were doing all these things that we’ve never done. And it seemed liked they really enjoyed doing this one thing especially. And I just thought, ‘you know who would enjoy doing that one thing especially? My lady.’ He offers a cheesy smile. DONNA: Eric, listen to me, because this is gosh-darn important. You don’t do that. Not without asking. ERIC: (beat) So, if I had asked - DONNA: The answer’s still no! Eric nods. Donna crosses to the bed. DONNA (cont’d): Eric, are you bored with our sex life? Eric joins her on the bed. ERIC: Oh, God, no! Just the opposite. I figured that you had to be bored. And it was our hundredth time, and I just wanted to do something special. DONNA: Oh, my God, you count? ERIC: (beat) No. DONNA: Oh, my God, that’s so sweet. But do me a favor: next time you’re gonna do something weird, give me a little more warning so I can brace myself. Or tell you to back the hell off. ERIC: Right. DONNA: Because no matter how much I love you – that was unpleasant. Eric nods, the message received. FADE TO BLACK CREDITS INT. FOTOHUT - DAY FANTASY SEQUENCE. HYDE’S POV. Jackie is just outside the window of the FotoHut, sitting behind the wheel of a black sports car. She looks utterly pissed. JACKIE: What is taking so long? God, I can’t believe you’re wasting all your potential in this smelly old hut with that greasy hippie. You need to stop goofing around! Hello? Are you even listening to me? Hard cut from the fantasy to Hyde, shaking his head. HYDE (v.o.): (thoughts) Wait – I’m attracted to this? We now see what triggered his fantasy: an IRATE CUSTOMER, a hot but vicious-looking redhead waiting for her photos. CUSTOMER: Hello? Where’s my film, moron? HYDE: (beat) Oh, holy hell. END.

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from the temple to the tomb

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What Mac hadn’t thought about was how cold the water would be.

It’s not freezing, not cold like Alaska or Antarctica or anything, not enough to make him shiver, but the vague notion of the chill swirls around in his brain and his limbs and his fingertips, weighing him down even more than his questions about God. It’s like when he and Charlie managed to convince Mrs. Kelly that they wouldn’t catch cold and die if they went to the pool in sixty-five degree weather, and they’d get in and it would all be fine until the water hit their thighs and stomachs and chests, and they’d have to race back and forth across the pool so they could tough out the chill. It’s kind of like that, because he honestly hadn’t really thought about the temperature until the water soaked through his jeans and got closer to his core, but it’s more different than similar, because instead of trying to out-somersault Charlie, he and Dennis and Dee and Frank are all making sure that Charlie’s head injury doesn’t make him pass out again.

It’s fitting that he and Charlie go down last, he thinks. The twins— God, how long has it been since he thought of them as the twins?— have been tied to each other since birth, and he and Charlie were only a few years behind them. He’s going to die, he’s going to drown and water is going to fill his lungs and he’ll be getting answers sooner than he ever imagined, and he’s going to do it with Charlie on one side and Dennis on the other. Dennis’s hand is warm, interlacing with his own so tightly that no water can slip through.

A wave of self-loathing washes over him, stronger than anything the ocean could throw, as he wonders how different everything could’ve been if he hadn’t been so afraid of God. He and Dennis could’ve dated, they could’ve gotten a one-bedroom apartment when Dennis graduated, they could’ve died without the words I love you sitting heavy on Mac’s tongue—

And then the door at the top is opening, and the old fear washes over him again as soon as the light touches him. A man’s voice, a lot like his dad’s, says, This was your punishment for doubting me, and Mac doesn’t question it. He swims up as fast as he possibly can, desperately trying to replace the water between his fingers with the brightness up above. Fuck, Mac thinks, God knows better than anyone. He breaks the surface and someone pulls him up, and his body is coughing up the water he’s inhaled but his mind is blank.

“Where’s Dennis,” Dee croaks, her voice salty-rough and filled with fear. “Where— my brother—“ she doubles over and coughs up water, and Mac barely notices because she’s right, Dennis isn’t here, and that can only mean—

The water is even colder than before, and he almost gasps in a lungful of it as he submerges his head, but it doesn’t matter because God is taking Dennis away as punishment for Mac’s sins. Dennis is suspended like a fly in honey and bathed in the ghostly light from above, his skin pale and his curls floating free, like Mac used to imagine that guy Icarus from the story Dennis had to learn for his Greek class, except this time Icarus is sinking under the waves instead of burning up in the sun. Dennis is not a golden god— what with false iconography and all that— but it still isn’t fitting for him to die underwater. Dennis isn’t gonna die, Mac thinks, even as panic fills his chest and church hymns about God’s wrath fill his head. He’s not gonna die, he’s not gonna die, he’s not gonna— and then he’s grabbing Dennis, and Dennis is ten degrees colder than the water but Mac is holding him tight and his lungs are burning and the surface is calling him again, and he heaves Dennis onto the metal floor and pulls himself out as he chokes on seawater that isn’t there.

He closes his eyes as the sting of the icy metal makes half his body go numb, and when he opens them again, the first thing he sees is a small cut across Dennis’s temple, the dark red standing out against the nearly blue tone to his skin. Mac’s stomach turns. “He’s— he’s hurt,” he croaks, trying to think, trying to remember if his feet knocked against anything on his first mad rush to the surface, if his flailing hands cracked against a fragile skull. He rips his hand away from Dennis’s wrist— when did that get there? he wonders, in the part of his brain that’s too far-off to be affected by what’s happening— and checks his knuckles.

They’re clean.

The relief disappears faster than it came, because without his knuckles to focus on, all he can see is Dennis’s face. In the background, the paramedics are doing something to him to make the water come up and Charlie is clinging to Frank like he’s his dad and Dee is staring, glassy-eyed, at her twin.

Dee is never silent.

“What’s wrong with him?” Mac asks. “Is he dead?”

“Sir, please calm down—”

“I am calm, assface! Is he dead?!”

“Sir, he’s not dead, we need you to stop yelling—”

“I’m not fucking yelling, and you’d know that if you were more than just the shittier version of a doctor—”

“Sir! I don’t want to sedate you—”

“What the hell is happening to him—”

“Mac, shut up!” Dee hisses, and it’s more like a sob, and he does, because the last time she sounded like this was when they were sixteen and Dennis had been put in the ICU for low blood sugar and she’d stabbed Mac with a scalpel because he wouldn’t quiet down with his praying, but how the hell else was God supposed to hear him? And Dennis had turned out fine that time, so Mac has to pray this time too. The words to one of his favorite prayers rise to his lips, unbidden, and he starts to whisper them. “Goddamnit, Mac, shut the fuck up with your fucking prayers—”

“Look, I gotta pray, okay!”

“Sir, ma’am—”

“What the fuck happened to ‘God doesn’t exist—’”

“He does! I was wrong! He does, and this— you—” He draws a shuddering breath, and he starts praying again.

“We need to look you over, sir—”

“Mac, I swear to God—”

“Don’t!” Mac bellows, and her eyes go wide. “Don’t you fucking dare, not right now—”

“Oh, you goddamn idiot! God isn’t going to save Dennis, okay? God doesn’t give a shit about us, and even if he did, you’d probably be the one to fucking—”

“Ma’am—”

“Do this later!” Charlie yells. They all shut up, and even the stream of prayers dries up, and Charlie takes a deep breath, like he’s regretting breaking his silence. “Just— look. Mr. Paramedic, how— how’s he doing?”

“We need to get him to a hospital quickly, in case there’s brain damage, and the rest of you need to stay behind to get examined.”

“I’m going with Dennis,” Mac tells the paramedic.

“Sir, please just—”

“I’m going with him!” Mac replies. “Have your little fake-doctor squad look me over on the way, because I’m going with him, and you can’t— you can’t—” His breaths are coming short and quick, and everything apart from Dennis’s prone form is a blue-and-gray blur. He’s not gonna die, he’s not gonna die, he’s not gonna die—

“Okay, that’s fine. Sir, take a deep breath—”

“Fuck you!” Mac yells, shoving the paramedic away, and he can’t get any air, he’s underwater again, fuck— he reaches out for Dennis’s wrist, begging whoever’s up there to let him feel a pulse.

It’s there. It’s sluggish, but it’s there. Mac tries to regulate his breathing, like Dee’s therapist bitch told him to, taking a breath with every pump of Dennis’s blood. “I’m going with him,” Mac repeats. “I’m going— I’m going—”

“Yeah, we’ll— we’ll see you,” Dee says. Without the anger lighting fires in her eyes, she looks like a shriveled husk. Her eyelashes are tacking together. Charlie looks completely lost, and not in the spray-paint way, but he lifts his hand and waves anyways. Frank’s face is stony, and Mac wonders if they’d be here if not for him. Either way, he knows that Dennis wouldn’t have been hospitalized at age sixteen if Frank had been a half-decent parent. He decides that for the moment, he hates Frank with every fiber of his being.

He doesn’t know how they get to a hospital— there’s stretchers and a boat and people who poke at him and ask him to say ahh, and then the next thing he knows is that he’s sitting in a chair next to Dennis’s hospital bed. He doesn’t think that he’s dropped Dennis’s wrist once. Maybe listening to the thump of Dennis’s heartbeat was some kind of blood magic, because Mac hasn’t been able to think of a single prayer, yet Dennis is still alive. Maybe Mac is going to burn in hell for it. He doesn’t think he cares all that much, because fire, with all its crackling warmth, sounds pretty fucking good right now.

Dennis’s pulse is still slow— Mac knows, because he used his own pulse for comparison, and even though his is apparently a little faster than usual, Dennis’s is still really, really slow— but he’s not gonna die. He’snotgonnadiehe’snotgonnadiehe’snotgonnadie repeats itself in Mac’s head, over and over like it’s the prayers he’s been forgetting this whole time, and it’s still not enough.

And then Dennis’s heartbeat speeds up a little, and Mac’s heart rate jumps to match. “Dennis?” Mac whispers, like if he says the name then Dennis will disappear in a puff of smoke. “Dennis, you awake?”

Dennis groans, his eyes screwed shut. “Jesus, my head.”

Mac lets out an aborted laugh, tentative and incredulous, and he blinks hard, just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. “You’re awake.”

“Yeah, no shit. What happened?” Dennis asks, and his raspy voice sounds like hell, but he’s alive.

“Uh. You— you took a hit, someone— on the way up— well, yeah. But you didn’t come up, and Dee realized that you weren’t there and I went back and got you.”

Dennis slowly opens his eyes and turns his head, and his red eyes are glassy, and he’s looking at Mac like everything is completely new. “So… you risked your life.”

Mac shifts, and he’s suddenly acutely aware that he’s still holding Dennis’s wrist, but Dennis doesn’t move away. “Yeah, I guess.”

“For— for me?”

“Well, I mean, I guess.”

Dennis turns his head back up to the ceiling and exhales sharply, like someone’s knocked the air from his lungs. “Oh.”

“What— what does that mean?”

“Can’t it just mean oh?” Dennis asks, his voice torn between snappish and pleading.

“If that’s what you want, buddy.”

Dennis closes his eyes again, and Mac’s gaze shifts from Dennis’s face to the rise and fall of his chest. Up. Down. Up. Down.

“You’re feeling okay, right?”

“Yeah. Yep.”

“It’s just— you’re shivering a lot, man.”

“Goddamnit, Mac, I’m—” The “fine” part hangs in the air like a cloud of smoke, and then Dennis says, “I’m— I’m cold, actually.”

“You want me to get them to bring you more blankets?”

“I have four already, dude. I don’t think that’s gonna help much.”

“Well, what d’you want me to do?” Mac’s itching to do something, to help, to make himself useful. “What can I do?”

“Mac, just—” Dennis opens his eyes and looks up and his jaw clenches like he’s steeling himself for something. The tensing muscles make the cut on his head stand out even more, and Mac resolves to ignore it. “Can you. Uh. Get in the bed.”

That’s unexpected. “Like. With you?”

“No, with Jerry fucking Seinfeld. Yes, with me, Mac. Uh. Please?”

Mac sits frozen for a second, because that sounds kind of gay and Dennis is his best friend and nothing more, but then again, he did say he’d do anything to help, and climbing into a hospital bed is hardly the worst thing in the world. He unfolds himself from the chair, and he awkwardly slots himself under Dennis’s covers. He lies there, stiff, keeping his hold on Dennis’s wrist, and then Dennis says, “You know being gay isn’t a sin, right?”

Mac tenses up, every muscle in his body bunched up and ready to spring loose just in case Dennis says the wrong thing, like when Sam Letterman had asked Mac out in ninth grade and Mac had punched him square in the nose, even though everything in him had said not to. “Why are you talking about gay shit, dude?”

“Because you came out to me, like, six hours ago, and I can tell that you’re doing that thing.”

“What— the fuck do you mean, thing?”

“Jesus Christ—”

“Can we not bring him in, please?” Mac asks, clenching his free hand into a fist.

“Fine.” To Mac’s surprise, Dennis says it almost understandingly.

“Okay. What thing?”

“The whole— y’know, the whole repression thing,” Dennis whines. “It’s just so— look, Mac, you think God smites those gay people on sight?”

“Well, He can’t do that anymore. He just sends them to Hell.”

“Yeah. Okay. But how do you know what Hell is like?”

“Because of the Bible, dumbass.”

Dennis sighs at him, and Mac glares right back. “It can’t be the same Hell for everybody.”

“Why the shit not?”

“Well, because you have people like masochists and shit, who probably get off on that.”

That’s actually a good point. “Dennis, what the hell are you trying to do here? Convert me to agnosticism or some shit?”

“That would be impossible in a non-life-or-death situation. No, Mac, just— just go with me here, okay, baby boy?”

And that’s the killer— Mac can’t resist when Dennis says that, because his heart does a weird little flip whenever he hears it, and if he dwells on why, then he’ll go crazy. And going along has never hurt him anyways, because he trusts Dennis. “Fine.”

“Okay. So, like, you don’t know what hell is like, right? Or at least your Hell?”

This is Dennis’s scheming voice, the voice he uses to hoodwink the mark faster than they can blink, and Mac has never been on the receiving end of it before, but he suddenly realizes why Dennis pulls off his part of their plans the most. “I guess not?”

“Well, what would your Hell be?”

Mac thinks of an answer to that immediately. Hell is fire and brimstone and screams and being without Dennis and the gang. “What the fuck are you playing at, dude? I don’t goddamn know.”

Dennis rolls over on his side, his face taut with pain, so that he’s facing Mac. He pulls his hand out from Mac’s grip, and then he lays it on Mac’s face. “Mac,” he says, slowly, cautiously, “can I try something?”

Mac is hyper aware of Dennis’s hand on his face, of Dennis’s cold fingers almost burning against his skin, of his heart thumping faster than it has any right to. He nods— if he even manages to get any words out, he might break the spell that’s fallen over them and allowed them to do this.

Dennis leans forward and kisses him, and Mac realizes that maybe he’s been waiting for this for the past twenty-five years. Dennis’s lips are warm and soft and Mac can taste the faint remnants of Dennis’s tinted lip balm, and when Dennis pulls away Mac thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to do that again.

You’re going to Hell.

Mac scrambles back, putting as much space between them as he can without launching himself over the rail of the bed. “What the fuck was that?”

Dennis’s eyes are wide, boring into Mac’s own, but his jaw is clenched, like he can’t decide whether to be hurt or pissed. “You know what that was.”

“That— that was fucking gay, okay? And I’m not gay, and you aren’t either—”

“Mac, gay people don’t go to Hell, okay!”

“How the fuck do you know that? Huh? You’re so sure—”

“Holy— just trust me on this, okay?”

“Why the shit should I trust you over God?”

“Did God come down to you personally and say that you’re going to Hell if you’re gay?”

“No, because the Bible exists for that!”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“Wh— you’ve never read the Bible once in your life, how would you know?”

Dennis takes a deep breath, still staring right into Mac’s eyes. “Mac,” he says, and Mac is starting to recognize that slow tone as dangerous, “if you’re going to Hell, I’m going to be there with you.”

Mac’s mouth falls open. “You— uh— you?”

“Yes, can we move past it?” Dennis asks, feigning irritation so well that even Mac is almost fooled. “If— and that’s a huge if— we go to Hell, we’ll be there, y’know, together and shit. And trust me, we’re not going to Hell.”

It’s not a question of who he trusts, it’s who he trusts more, God or Dennis. Mac’s made up his mind before he can even fully process it. Dennis was there when his dad was arrested, Dennis was there when the apartment burned to the ground, Dennis was there for everything. “You swear? On your life?”

If the rest of the gang were here, Dennis would act like he’s humoring Mac, but they’re alone and Dennis’s voice is filled with sincerity and maybe that’s the final hurdle, what erodes Mac’s hangups from mountains down to pebbles. “Promise.”

The beeping of the monitors fills the room for a moment, permeating what would otherwise be an almost-comfortable silence. Wordlessly, Mac grabs Dennis’s wrist again.

The pulse is stronger than it was before, and Mac falls asleep to the thrumming of Dennis’s heartbeat under his fingers.

“Where’s Dennis,” Dee rasps. “Where— my brother—” she coughs, and Mac is plunging back in before the seawater has a chance to leave her lips.

The water is so cold that it’s practically ice. Dennis is at the bottom, his clothes billowing around him. Mac reaches him easily, and then when he wraps an arm around Dennis’s waist, he can’t swim up.

He tries again, pushing off against what used to be the wall of the brig, but he only manages to get a foot away before he sinks once more, Dennis getting paler by the second. “Mac, come on!” Dee cries, her voice distorted and far-off. The surface is an impossible goal. Mac kicks off against the metal again, this time only getting a few inches away. He can tell that the blue hue to Dennis’s face isn’t just the water playing tricks on his eyes anymore, and, with more adrenaline in his veins than he’s ever felt, he kicks away from the wall once more.

Up above, the door closes, sealing them in semi-darkness. Mac’s lungs are burning like the fires of Hell, and he clings to Dennis’s lifeless body as he tries again to swim up. “Dennis,” he says, pushing the last vestiges of air out of his lungs, “Dennis, I’m sorry—”

“Mac!” someone calls, and he jerks upright. This is not his room, this is not his bed— “Dude, what the hell?”

Hospital. He’s in a hospital, and Dennis is next to him, looking at him with wide eyes and ruffled hair that hides the cut on his head well. Mac takes a breath, just to make sure that he’s not still drowning. “What?”

“Dude, you were all—” Dennis shuts his eyes and flops around for a second— “when you were asleep. You good?”

“Yeah, just— just a dream,” Mac tells him.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna— y’know, talk about it?” Dennis offers, like he’s unsure if Mac is gonna smack him or not.

“It was just a goddamn dream, dude, can you leave it alone?” Mac snaps. Dennis’s eyes harden, and Mac regrets it almost immediately.

“Sorry for caring, I guess,” Dennis drawls, his voice dripping with acid.

“Jesus, you’re such a drama queen.”

“I’m— was I the one who was flailing around in my sleep and moaning?”

“The fuck? I wasn’t moaning!” Mac insists, heat rising into his cheeks. “Why the hell would I be moaning in the middle of a goddamn nightmare?”

“Ha!” Dennis exclaims. “So it wasn’t just a dream!”

“Holy— I can’t do this with you right now,” Mac replies, turning over in the narrow bed so that he’s facing the wall instead of Dennis’s still-pale face. “Just leave it, Dennis. God.”

The silence makes Mac even more aware of Dennis’s body right next to his, and even though he can’t see him, Mac can tell that Dennis has crossed his arms and contorted his face into that I’m better than you even though I’m pissed at you expression. He flips back over to face Dennis. “Holy shit, fine, it was a nightmare, okay? I had a nightmare, where I couldn’t get you out of the water, and it sucked. Okay? You happy now?”

“Well— what the hell am I supposed to say to that?”

“Nothing! Just don’t say anything!”

“Fine!” Dennis says, because he’s a child and he just has to get the last word in. Jesus Christ.

It’s hard to stare angrily at a wall when there’s a hot person’s face in the way.

“You care about me enough to— to have nightmares about me?”

Mac’s expression shifts from pissed to incredulous. “What kind of fucked-up logic is that?!”

“You know what I mean, asshole!”

“Yes! Okay! I obviously— have you had your head up your ass— I bought you a goddamn RPG, dude!”

“You— you what?”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. “That was, uh. Supposed to be a surprise. For Valentine’s Day.”

“Uh. For— for me?” And there’s that glassy-eyed look again, brittle and fragile and burnt at the edges by something that Mac is just starting to find a name for.

“Yeah.”

“And how did you, um— how did you know that I wanted an RPG?”

“‘Cause I know you, man.” Mac smiles at Dennis, the sharp edges of his expression like a broken beer bottle. “Also, you casually mention RPGs, like, a weird amount.”

“That’s— that’s fair.”

“It won’t be coming ‘till February, though, so—”

“Mac, can I—” Dennis motions towards him with his fingers outstretched, jerky, like a marionette.

“Can you— can you what?”

“Don’t make me— can I kiss you again, goddamnit?”

“Well, if you’re gonna be like that—”

“Holy Christ, Mac—”

“Kidding! Kidding! Of— of course.” He says it as if his heart isn’t beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings, as if he hasn’t been hoping for Dennis to kiss him for the past twenty-five years. “Yeah— just—”

Dennis’s lips press against his, hesitant and light, and the shadow of his fingers brush against Mac’s jaw. It’s quick and almost-chaste and everything that Mac thought it would be and more, and he thinks that yes, Dennis is right, gays don’t go to hell, because how could a sin feel this good? It would go against everything, against the fundamental orders of nature, for kissing another man— for kissing Dennis— to be sinful. He pulls back, and he can’t stop the sigh that escapes him. “Shit, man.”

“Yeah,” Dennis says, and when he grins, it reaches his eyes for the first time in an age. “That was— that was nice.”

“You wanna watch TV?” Mac asks, for lack of anything better (or just not totally, extraordinarily gay) to say, and Dennis’s face falls, but when Mac picks up his hand again, he nods.

“Don’t think you’re gonna get anything good, though.”

Mac makes a noise of assent as he picks up the remote and switches on the TV. “Wish we could get the DVDs and shit from Dee’s apartment. Wait, holy shit, what country are we even in?”

“Huh,” Dennis says, frowning. “I got no clue.”

“Didn’t you say that we were getting close to, like, Barcelona or some shit?”

“The Bahamas?”

“Yeah, same difference.”

“No, not same— holy shit! They have Thundergun!”

“Holy shit!” Mac exclaims, going back a channel. “Nice!”

All good things must come to an end, though, and this is proven by the door to Dennis’s room opening to reveal the rest of the gang. “Aw, shit, did you two bang in here?” Frank asks.

“What the— no!” Mac yells, heat rising to his cheeks again as Dennis cries, “No, we didn’t, Frank, you slut!”

“Jesus, no need to get so aggressive,” Dee says.

“It was a valid question,” Charlie adds. “We don’t wanna be in here if you guys spilled your— your fluids—”

“God!” Dennis yells. “What are you people even doing here?”

“We wanted to check on you, asshole!” Dee exclaims. Mac is about to protest, yell, call her a bird, and then he remembers how she asked about Dennis before she could get all the water out of her lungs and he shuts up.

Dennis has no such qualms. “You—”

“Let’s just watch Thundergun, okay?” Mac tells them. “Everybody, just watch Thundergun, and then maybe we’ll calm—”

“I don’t understand Italian, though!” Charlie yells.

“What the fuck— there’s no Italian in Thundergun, moron!” Dennis snaps.

“But it’s playing in Italian, so now who’s the moron!”

Dee rolls her eyes. “Jesus, Charlie, that’s Spanish!”

“I don’t understand Spanish either!”

“Holy shit, it’s not like we don’t know the words by heart anyway!” Mac yells. “Just shut up and watch the goddamn movie!”

“He’s got a point,” Frank says.

“Frank, haven’t I told you to never be on my side?”

“What? I’m just tryna help!”

“Frank, we’ve already established that you never help,” Dennis tells him.

Dee’s eyes widen. “Shut up! Shut up, the dong part is coming, and if you guys make me miss the dong part—”

“Dee, shut up, Thundergun is about to hang dong!” Dennis exclaims.

“Holy—”

“Shut up!”

“Jesus!”

John Thundergun hangs dong, and it is just as magnificent as every other time they’ve seen it. Except this time Mac is holding Dennis’s hand, so that probably makes it better.

By the end of the movie, Frank and Charlie have fallen asleep, both of them half on a chair and half on the bed, and Dee has elbowed her way to a spot in between Mac and the rail of the bed. “I don’t— I don’t think that this bed was built for five people,” Mac says, yawning.

Dennis turns the TV off as the opening credits of Downton Abbey roll. “Technically four, because Frank and Charlie’re on chairs, sort of.”

“Yeah, but with all my muscle—”

Dee snorts. “Your muscle is a joke.”

“Dee, I will—” a vicious yawn tears through his sentence— “I will beat you into little pieces.”

“Try me, bitch,” Dee says, sleep mellowing her voice.

“Can we do this in the morning?” Dennis asks. “For once, we don’t have Old Black Man—”

“Just Old Man,” Mac reminds him automatically.

“You’re right, we don’t have Old Man with us—”

“But he’s been replaced by Charlie and Frank, sort of,” Mac says.

“Shut up, Mac, you’re in the middle. They’re not at your feet,” Dee tells him.

“Whatever.”

Hesitantly, Mac slings an arm over Dennis’s stomach, pulling him closer. “That’s— that’s nice,” Dennis murmurs.

“Please don’t have gay sex next to me.”

“Dee, your presence alone is the biggest boner-killer ever.”

“You’re a boner.”

“Whatever.”

“‘Night, assholes.”

“G’night, Dee.”

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