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[angel-eyes05]

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known

pairing: spiderwoman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: after miguel’s fight with miles, you confront him in his office

warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument there’s SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death

word count:  4.1k

notes: i watched the movie yesterday…and miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)

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The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, that’s probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun.

You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peter’s mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles could’ve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didn’t.

Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, there’s probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesn’t really matter.

Being Earth-837’s Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.

You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your mother’s job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your mother’s job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your mother’s bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldn’t go anywhere.

When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. That’s all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasn’t going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You should’ve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didn’t know it was going to mean anything until it was too late. 

How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward.

Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you of…your own costume? That couldn’t be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didn’t remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange.

The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know him. “Let me pull you up. Please,” he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didn’t return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldn’t help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.

The rest is history. You’re grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldn’t do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Mayday’s godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasn’t nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little “project”, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens.

Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. That’s why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasn’t out on missions, he was with you. You didn’t really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.

That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldn’t imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasn’t alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off.

“That’s how he’s always been.” Not to you he hasn’t. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter. He just needed to hear it.

“It’s not worth it you know.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. “You know how stubborn he gets over these things,” said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. “I don’t care. I have to at least try,” you responded, monotonically. “I just don’t understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what he’s doing is wrong.” “Because he isn’t wrong. I don’t know about you, but I’m not just gonna stand by and let some kid’s stupid decisions destroy another Earth,” Jess argued. “He’s just trying to save his dad, I can’t understand how that makes him such a bad person,” you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected.

“You know exactly why. Don’t be so naive, y/n,” she shot back. “You can’t stop me,” you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. “Then I can’t help you.” She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. “You don’t know how much he cares for you.” You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. “If you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.” You didn’t give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jess’ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguel’s office.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it should’ve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didn’t listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what he’s done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. It’s like nothing happened.

“You know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,” he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. “Yeah, well then you must’ve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,” you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. “Why don’t you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. It’ll save both of us time,” he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. “That’s not what I’m here for Miguel, so don’t you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.” “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you try to do anything to stop me?” he questioned.

“Because I’m not stupid Miguel. I’m not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.” “Oh, cause you’re so much better than that?” This wasn’t like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. You’re getting into a fight you can’t win. That kid’s strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I won’t be here to help you.” He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. “And what makes you think that you’re so important to my plan that it’ll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?”

Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, that’s exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, you’ll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldn’t let that happen. “And you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that you’ve been working for for years? How insecure you’ve become.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. “I hate it when you do tha-,” you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you would’ve found this attractive.

He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. “He’s just a kid Miguel,” you said in a low, quiet voice. “An anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.” “God Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?” you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. “He doesn’t know how much damage he’ll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All I’m trying to do is make him understand,” he tried to explain. “By trying to kill him.” “You always have to exaggerate the situation,” he said palming his face. “But that’s essentially what you’re trying to do isn’t it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!”

He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. “Yeah, use all the power you’ve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isn’t just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didn’t. I get it, I’m sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!” You were screaming at him at this point. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.

“You can’t be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davis’ death. You said we saved Earth’s before, I’m sure we could do it again.” Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didn’t respond. “This is a personal thing isn’t it?” you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. “Yeah, it it. You won’t let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While you’ve suffered so much.” The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. “Just because you didn’t get the life you wanted Miguel, doesn’t mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.”

You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. “Yeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!” he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. “Why should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Don’t try to turn me into the villain here when I know you’re thinking the exact same thing, y/n.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. “I won’t let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,” you fired back. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. I know you’re thinking it. And you’re right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when you’ve lost so much.” He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. “And you have mi vida. You’ve had so much taken from you and it’s unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when you’ve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.”

He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. “If you’re smart, and I know you are, you’ll keep those three out of them. I won’t let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.” You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You might’ve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end. 

“You’re still going after him aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. “You can’t ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.” He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. “And you must know why I can’t stay anymore then.” His shoulders dropped. “Whatever this thing between us is. It’s over. I can’t stay beside someone who can’t see what he’s doing is wrong.” Miguel’s dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. “Fine,” he spat in your face. “I don’t need someone like you in my way. You’re just a liability to this anyways.” He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. “Just don’t come crying back over to me when your little plan doesn’t work out, cause I won’t help you.” He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself.

Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. “When this is all over…don’t try to find me.” He didn’t respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didn’t have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.

First though, you had to find Gwen.

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a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao

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[signedkoko]

i want to request you headcanon when Y/N is manipulated by a demon hostile to Vox (which may not be Alastor) to try to physically harm Vox against Y/N's will.

I'm sorry if my sentence has something wrong (_ _;)　

i'm Japanese so i don't have enough English skill

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which a demon manipulates you into trying to harm Vox. Reader is genderneutral.

Warnings - Attempted drugging | Vox yells at you for a bit </3

You've been together for many years now, long since you shared vows and became a celebrity couple all of hell wish they could be

You'd developed a schedule together, waking up in each other's arms, taking turns cooking meals, and planning your next date night, vacation, outing, whatever distracted you both from the work ahead of you

Many people came and went in either of your lives—too many to track—so you came to trust those closest to you

Velvette and Valentino never went; the three Vees flourished while you watched, one of the many moving parts of the machine that pulled their franchise above all others

Neither of you would have expected it to be someone so close to you trying to ruin it all

Valentino had many people come and go in his romantic life, but only one returned again and again, no matter how much you and Vox hated him: Dia

He was Valentino's assistant, one that was obsessive—you knew it was unhealthy, but Valentino liked that sort of thing, so you stayed out of it

Every time you spoke to Dia, they always got too close, too personal, asked you if you were cheating on Vox, if you wanted Val, and if you'd ruin his relationship

It always escalated from there, so you avoided them

But obsessiveness doesn't go away so easily, and being Valentino's personal toy meant they had all the drugs they could ever want on hand

Even the kinds only demonic princes could handle

" Oh! Hey! "

Dia called out to you one evening as you were just entering the building, home from running some errands

They handed you a gift box, seemingly in a rush

" Val says its for Vox! "

Your curiosity was piqued, but you knew better than to go snooping into anything Val did

So you did as per with any mail and sat it on Vox's desk since he was out

His office was on a separate floor from where you lived, but you knew he was more likely to get more work done before coming to see you

Hours later, while cleaning up from a hobby of yours, Vox slammed into the house, startling you to the point where you dropped your things

" Did you think that was funny? I could have died! What the hell is wrong with you!? "

You were so caught off guard by his screaming that you were completely silent

" Had my auto scanners not gone off, I would have eaten that; it would have melted me from the inside out! Are you crazy??? "

" Vox please! What are you talking about? "

" I already saw the footage of you putting this shit in my office; you put your name on the tag and everything! The chocolates? "

" Chocolates...? "

You managed to connect the dots, covering your mouth

" Check the lobby footage, 1:20 pm-ish, please Vox! "

When he eventually rolled it back, he was just as frustrated

Hes a swearing mess for a moment, until he apologetically pulls you into him

He feels absolutely horrible; of course you wouldn't do that to him- hell, how would you even get your hands on hydrofluoric acid?

But as the guilt subsides with your comforts, he becomes more than frustrated

Fuck, he's absolutely livid

Not only did they almost kill him, but Dia tried to frame you

He can't imagine what might have happened to you had they been successful

" Stay home and don't let anyone in. I think it's about time Val gets a new side bitch. "

Author's Note - I hope I understood your request well! My requests were closed when you sent this in, but I liked the prompt a lot so I'll let it slide this once... Thank you 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #vox #vox x reader

[911lonestar911imagines]

My girl- Judd Ryder x Reader Smut

Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n

Warnings: Smuuuuuuuut

Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n

Your husband was always a kind man, but a wreckless one. You loved Judd more than anything, and would do whatever he asked, even though he hates asking for things from you. So whenever you heard his voice over your scanner, that you may or may not have taken home from your shift you got worried.

"Cap, If I don't make it home..You make sure my girls know I love em"

His words echoed in your head, you knew calling and texting would be no use, so you were forced to sit and wait, for either Owen to show up with bad news, or to see your husband walk through the door like any other night. Sitting on the couch with your daughter you leaned back, trying your best not to fall asleep, you had to stay up, no matter how late It was.

Judd groaned getting the last stitch done on his shoulder, anxious to get back home to you and his daughter, finally he saw Paul walking over with his phone "Sorry man, someone moved your charger, so it was in a different spot" He apologized handing the phone over, Judd just nodded unlocking it and starting to search for your contact.

Your phone ringing scared you awake, not sure when you got up and put your baby in her bassinet you searched for your phone desperate to answer incase it was Judd. "Hey baby doll" You heard your husband's southern drawl come through the other end of the phone. "Judd..Are you alright?" You asked immediately chewing on your nails, your body shaking with anxiety "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, baby doll. I'm leavin' the firehouse now" he said calmly, picking up on your anxious tone. "You had me worried, husband" You whispered finally feeling your body relax "I know, I know, I'll tell 'ya all bout it once I get home" He explained, you smiled to yourself a bit starting to pace the living room waiting for his arrival.

It felt like forever before you heard the front door open, rushing over to him, you hugged Judd tightly taking in a deep breath. "There's my girl" He whispered kissing your face repeatedly as he lifted you up, carrying you to the couch. "I missed you" You whispered wrapping your arms around his shoulders, Judd just huffed against your skin, running his hands up your back. "Bad day?" You whispered pressing your lips against his jawline "Shhh" He hushed squeezing your waist "No work talk, no baby talk right now" Judd added on pulling you closer to his body on his lap, making you grind against his lap.

"Mr. Ryder, sir, what has gotten into you" You chuckled, feeling him squeeze your hips in disagreement. "Just missed my wife, damnit" He grunted, pressing his thumb into your jawline, forcing your head to the side before leaving hickeys down your neck.

"J-Judd" You whispered in shock, you and Judd had done things like this before, but he's never come home and immediately wanted to get in bed with you. He pulled away grunting giving you an almost tempting glare "I missed my wife, and I couldn't help but catching a glimpse of you this mornin'" He whispered pulling off your shirt, you cupped his cheeks, forcing his eyes to look up at you. "All you had to do was ask" You chuckled attempting to get up and lead him to your bedroom, but he just pulled you back onto his lap, not moving from his spot on the couch.

"Judd, we're in the living room" You whispered resting your fingers in his hair "I'm not movin, little one's in her room, it's okay" He whispered grinding his hips against yours, forcing you to dig your nails into the back of his neck "Fuck" He grunted pulling you closer, you moved your hands down before your fingertips found the stitches on his shoulder. "Judd what happened?" you asked pulling away "Don't wanna talk about it" He grunted trying to kiss your neck again but you pulled away again. "I fell off the rig's ladder and got a little banged up, I'm alright though" He whispered before undoing his belt, you didn't care how many times you and Judd had sex, it would always make your stomach flip seeing him take his belt off. Judd could notice your stare on his belt, he smirked taking your hands behind you using his belt to keep them latched behind. You let out a very shaky breath looking at him "You want this?" He asked cockily grinding his hips up against you, holding the end of the belt to keep your hands behind you. "Yes, please Judd, yes" You half whispered half moaned, trying to keep your voice down, Your husband smirked kissing down your chest as he undid your night shorts for you.

"Holy hell, you're beautiful" You heard Judd whisper before feeling your shorts and the underwear you were wearing being ripped off "Judd!" You whisper yelled looking at him in pure shock "They were too much struggle" He shrugged caressing the side of your neck with his thumb. "Judd. Fuck me please" You grunted in annoyance "Mrs. Ryder, language" He warned teasingly before pushing two of his fingers inside of you, you felt your legs twitch as you arched your back. You two weren't that extreme in bed, but Judd was possessive, and in certain moods of his, he doesn't want anybody getting you off, especially yourself included.

"You're alright, baby, stay there" He grunted kissing you deeply while biting your lip, you whined against his lips feeling his fingers curl inside of you. "J-Judd" You whimpered scratching at his back while grinding against his fingers "Yea baby, you're doin great, takin three fingers" He grunted biting down on your neck lightly. You whimpered trying not to arch your back and follow Judd's instructions, whining as you felt him pull his hand away from you "W-What..?" You whimpered looking at him before biting your lip. You watched as he pulled himself out of his boxers and jeans, stroking himself with one hand as he undid your hands. He helped you lean back on the couch, holding your hands above your head as he slowly pushed into you, you fought against his hands, desperate to touch his skin, pull his hair, hell even just a quick kiss, but Judd was staying persistent, watching you fall apart just by him bottoming out.

"Talk to me baby, use them pretty words of 'yers" Judd whispered in your ear slowly pulling his hips away from you, to the point where you only felt the tip inside of you. "F-fuck Judd, I've missed you, so much, fuck I've missed this" You whined still fighting against his hold, which was obvious that it frustrated but amused Judd. "Do better" He grunted pushing all the way back inside of you, making you arch your back, forcing your chest into his face "Good girl" He whispered taking a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it, doing small motions while moving his hips, keeping his dick inside of you going in and out. "J-Judd please come on" You groaned trying to grind your hips to speed up his agonizingly slow pace. "Oh You want it faster now, do you?" He asked breathily before bucking his hips quickly, he slammed his lips against yours to keep you quiet, letting your hands fall so he could find your clit with his ring and middle finger.

You felt like you were about to explode, the pressure between your legs was intense, and Judd knew it, he reveled in the fact he could make you fall apart this quickly. Judd on the other hand wasn't worried about his release, just watching you fall apart on his dick over and over again.

Your husband had you laying on the couch for almost three hours, orgasm after orgasm, you weren't even sure Judd was cumming, but he was enjoying himself, putting you in different positions just to see how quickly you fell apart.

#judd ryder #judd ryder smut #judd ryder x reader #911 lone star

[marvelstars]

"All slaves have a transmitter placed inside their bodies somewhere." "I've been working on a scanner to try and locate mine, but no luck." "Any attempt to escape…" "And they blow you up. Poof!"

―Shmi and Anakin Skywalker

One of the things that always get my attention in the phantom menace is how easily the people who would take care of Anakin from his 9 years to a young adult could ignore so easily the way his upbringing would affect him but if you see TPM movie, you get why.

Shmi and Anakin are living in horrorific circunstances, they know their owners, Gardulla and Watto can blow them up anytime they want with all legality on Tatooine so what´s left to them to stay not only sane but also kind under such circunstances is to keep what Viktor Emil Frankl called "mental/emotional freedom" they may not be owners of their own bodies but they are owners of their own mind and they can choose to be kind in their circunstances because they "WANT TO BE KIND" not because some code tells them they have to be kind or compassionate.

This is a family who has personally seen slaves being blown up, from kids, to women to adults of any age, a family who lived inside Gardulla´s the Hutt palace, you only need to remember ROTJ to understand this is a mother who had to explain to anakin what sex was from a very young age so he could tell her if someone wanted to take advantage of him that way even if she could not stop them from taking advantage of her Son.

QUI-GON: You should be proud of your son. He gives without any thought of reward.

SHMI: Well he knows nothing of greed.

So when the Jedi came to Tatooine, given the stories both Shmi and Anakin heard about them, most notably the story about them freeing slaves from the former Sith Empire some thousands of years ago, they didn´t expect much but at least they expected the problem to be recognized but Qui-Gon has to explain to them that they are on Tatooine on accident and that they are not here to free slaves and when you get to Coruscant you learn that the Jedi are mostly concerned to what happens in the Senate to put much attention to what happens in the wider galaxy.

So we get in an scenario where Anakin is send to the Temple by his mother to give him a chance of a normal life but the world in which he gets to doesn´t even have the lenses to begin to understand his pov and not only that, they expect him to adapt himself to them, not the other way around.

You think? I don´t know Yoda, If I were a 9 year old who still has a ticking bomb inside my body(Qui-Gon didnt had time to get him to an infirmary), who had to leave behind my mother in such circunstances and who now is surrounded by adults called masters, who can read my mind, you know, the only thing left free for a slave like Anakin, I guess I would be pretty afraid too and not because I am falling to the darkside but because it´s a normal human reaction but Jedi are just not that empatethic in this version of the Order right?

So what we get is that Anakin gets to live in a place with people who certainly have good intentions, who see themselves as the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy but who mostly believe this means doing what the Senate tells them to do, they are completely unable and unwilling to even begin to understand Anakin, most of them, even Yoda have too sheltered lives to begin to understand where Anakin is coming from and it shows painfully as part of the tragedy, because where they see Anakin, they see pain/anger/hate and where Anakin sees them, he sees ignorance and lack of empathy that he at times sees as cruelty but both sides try to make it work, acting as if that´s not what they see on each other.

So even if Obi-Wan did his best to understand Anakin he´s still too sheltered to understand him they way his mother did, he believes Anakin having a problem with food snacks is a sign of him being greedy /asking for special treatment instead of being a sign of someone who has been starved before as punishment and a natural reaction is to keep food and insects around so he doesn´t die of hunger, Obi-Wan is just disgusted by it.

But you know someone who certainly grew up as sheltered as the members of the jedi order, as part of a noble house in a mid rim planet but who has plenty of life experiences and isn´t so set in his ways that he can recognize the signs Anakin is showing for all to see? who has travelled to Tatooine and many other worlds as part of his Sith training? Palpatine, this is why he allowed Anakin to stay in the Jedi Order, he knew he would just grow up bitter and resentful of them because they were just too set in their own ways to try to understand and that for him, was just preparation for him to be turned into a Sith. He can be the one adult who understands where Anakin is coming from and he doesn´t even need to lie.

So when I see this character seen in the fandom as someone spoiled (lol) who gave Obi-Wan a hard time every chance he got, I wish Lucas had been more direct in telling this part of the story because there´s just so much of this tragedy lost in translation that isn´t even funny.

But you know who also had the means to get to Anakin and completely understand what the hell happened, who was from the same world? Who knew how to get to him in his own language despite years of being submerged in the darkside? Yes, his Son Luke, so I guess this is how the story rhymes.

#anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #luke skywalker #star wars #the phantom menace #return of the jedi #Yoda #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Palpatine #QuI-Gon Jinn #Mace Windu #slavery #long post

[soma-shitposts]

Hello!!!!!!!! Hope you're having a nice day!!!! I'm insane about your SOMA au, it's so nice to see an au where Simon is spared from The Horrors

Your au has so much potential and I think that's really neat, was anyone there when Simon woke up? Imagine how scary it must be if you're a pathos employee just chilling and then one of the dive suits gains sentience and starts freaking out, I'd hate to be the one to explain to him that he's not human and he's 100 years in the future

You said in one of your posts that he becomes the poster guy for robot rights, what did he do to become that popular? I'm genuinely curious about what some guy at the bottom of the ocean can do to become a major figure in what sounds like a civil rights movement

*emerges from the salt marsh covered in conference presentation abstracts and barnacles* oml I haven’t thought deeply about my beloved Paranoid Android of Pathos II AU in too long… I’m so glad that goofy little concept has been fun for you too!

1. Was anyone there when Simon woke up?

Kind of? In my head the diving suit+scanner was an abandoned pet project of Catherine’s that was quite literally shoved in a closet somewhere when other projects began to take priority. (The world isn’t ending; research is just Like That sometimes.) The closet happened to have a structure gel leak which contaminated the suit and bam! Simon is Very Confused and concerned about suddenly being in a closet. Catherine is in her office at the time, so hyper focused on her work she doesn’t really hear him come out of the closet and when he asks where he is/what’s going on she kind of assumes he’s a technician that got lost until she turns around and promptly Nopes Out. Explaining to him that he’s not human and 100 years in the future is Ross’ job (AI psychologist - that’s kind of in his job title, right?)

2. Why does Simon have international acclaim for pioneering android rights?

I’m not gonna lie that was a joke based entirely on the crack premise of him getting arrested for stealing from the on-station Panera Bread restaurant (which is entirely my own ridiculous invention for silliness purposes). I guess the reason why the world would care is because like…you arrested a robot. Does the robot’s ‘creator’ get prosecuted or does the robot? I imagine the case was dropped because it was so absurd and had never happened before but it technically set the precedent that a) AI scans are independent of their physical ‘creators’ and b) are entitled to basic rights insofar as the legal system and its proceedings.

A bit of a stretch to call it a civil rights movement since Simon is the only scan that’s ‘awake’ although I’m sure the Carthage Industries Ethics Committee is having a hell of a time figuring out if they need to stop using such scans/should they try to make more androids like Simon for profit/etc. Bad day to be in the corporate offices.

…although I reiterate that factoid was born from the joke premise of Simon stealing from Panera. A restaurant on Pathos II. At the bottom of the ocean. Because Carthage Industries has taste. So this is all a goofy crack scenario anyway lol

#soma #soma game #soma (game) #answered asks #simon jarrett #paranoid android of pathos ii #long post #I have GOT to write more of that. I do have that like opening scene/Ross attempting to prove to Simon that he’s not human all written out #tbh I think the roadblock ended up being the wiki? I wanted a few key details for something but the wiki is sooo unreliable and full of #fanon that I just got too intimidated to replay the game and catalogue every detail I would need. #I’ll have to write more but. not today lol I’ve been at a conference all week talking about bugs and fungi and wow I’m tired. #I’m gonna try and repopulate this blog’s queue I’ve been neglecting it for so long….wish me luck o7

[imekitty]

Danny confronts his parents about the clones they've been experimenting on.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23

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"Have you heard from Vlad at all?"

Jack followed Maddie out of their bedroom and shut the door behind him. "Why would Vlad say anything to me?"

"He said he'd send a text when he finalized all the configurations for the new Danielle clones." Maddie looked at her blank phone screen. "I guess I'm just excited."

Jack's shoulders fell. He did not want to think about the new set of clones Maddie had ordered from Vlad.

They walked down the hall, past Danny's and Jazz's bedroom doors.

"Danny's home already," remarked Maddie as she held up an ecto-scanner. Danny's ecto-signature appeared in two locations on the screen, one in his bedroom and the other in the basement lab. "That's good, he really needs to get a good night's sleep. He's been going through a lot lately."

Jack held his tongue, knowing it was no use to remind her that she was the one orchestrating almost everything that had been happening to their son.

Down in the lab, clone 26 was lying on the main examination table right where they had left him earlier, wearing a hospital gown with his wrists and ankles secured in belted restraints. The clone stirred and groggily opened his eyes as Maddie approached. Jack hung back as he usually did. He hated this part, when the clone begged to be freed and Maddie told him no, no, he had to stay here and die.

The clone's eyes widened as Maddie hovered over him, her hood down and goggles up on top of her head. The clone began pulling against the belts, throwing his head wildly as he lifted his upper body off the table as far as he could. Maddie pressed one hand to his chest, forcing him back down.

"Sweetie, calm down," said Maddie, her voice hushed. "I know you're very confused and scared right now, but you're just going to hurt yourself if you struggle."

"What do you mean? What's going on?" The clone's breathing was erratic. "Why am I here? Mom? How did I get here?"

"We have a couple procedures planned for you tonight," said Maddie. "Just a couple, don't worry. Then we'll let you rest until tomorrow night."

The clone stared at her, all fight stopped for the moment. "Procedures?"

"Yes," said Maddie. "Because you're a ghost hybrid, and there is so much more about you that we want to learn."

The clone's eyes widened with shock and panic, as they always did. "You know I'm a ghost?"

"We do," said Maddie, taking the clone's hand in hers.

The clone's gaze moved to Jack. Jack looked away, squeezing and massaging his jaw with one hand.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked the clone, struggling more against the belts. "Why have you brought me here? You know I'm your son, don't you?"

"No, you're not," said Maddie.

The clone froze up. "I am. You know I am."

"No, honey, you're a clone," said Maddie, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "You're a nearly perfect clone of our son."

The clone stared at her in dumbfounded silence.

"We're going to tell you the truth before we start tonight's work," said Maddie. "You can ask any questions, and we'll answer them. You deserve that much, at least."

Jack grimaced. He hated when she included him like that, using the word "we" when he didn't want to be here at all. At this point, the only reason he continued to join Maddie in this cruel line of experimentation was to ensure she didn't take it too far.

Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

"The truth about what?" asked the clone.

"Your ghost powers," said Maddie. "The reason you're a ghost hybrid is because we configured the ghost portal to rearrange the molecular structure of your DNA."

"What—no, you wouldn't do that." The clone fiercely shook his head.

"We had to," said Maddie, her tone soothing. "You had the right DNA that could be stabilized after an ectoplasmic mutation. We tried looking for others, but you were the only one. We had no choice."

"No choice?" spat the clone. "Why did you need to turn me into a ghost at all?"

"For our research, sweetie. You know how crucial our research is."

"Crucial for what? How is this going to help anyone?"

"Oh, so many ways! Health care applications for improved surgery that uses invisibility instead of invasive scopes and expensive MRIs and CT scans, intangibility instead of incisions that can get infected. Military applications for super soldiers enhanced with ghost powers—"

"You can't be serious," said the clone. "You're experimenting on your own son so you can find ways to sell ghost powers to other people?"

"You are not our son," said Maddie. "You remember how Vlad attempted to clone you and created Danielle, right? Well, he didn't actually fail. We asked him to clone Danny so we could experiment on his clones without harming the real Danny." Maddie ruffled the clone's hair. "You are one of those clones, sweetheart."

The clone jerked his head away. "I'm not a clone."

"I know you don't believe it. You're not supposed to believe it," said Maddie. "You're supposed to believe you're the real Danny. That's the only way we can get the most accurate data for our research. And you want to help us with our research, don't you?"

"I'm not a clone." The clone shook his head. "Let me go, let me leave."

"We can't do that," said Maddie. "There can only be one Danny. You have to stay here, and you can't leave."

"I'm Danny," the clone insisted with tears in his eyes. "I am your son."

"Danny is upstairs in his room." Maddie pointed to the ceiling. "You're down here in the lab because you're his clone."

"No, you're wrong," said the clone. "I'm not upstairs. I'm here with you. I've always lived in this house with you."

"Sweetie, those memories you have of living here before today aren't real," said Maddie. "You didn't exist until this morning. You had never been to this house before until this afternoon when Vlad brought you here."

"They're real memories," asserted the clone. "I was hanging out with Dad in the lab earlier today when he showed me the Ecto-Dejecto."

Jack's brow creased. Yes, he did indeed show Danny the Ecto-Dejecto that very day so he could later use it to stabilize Danielle, but it was impossible for the clone to know that. The last time Vlad took an updated DNA sample from Danny was over a month ago. The clone's last memories should not and could not be this recent.

A sinking weight dropped deep into Jack's gut as he stared at the clone, noticing for the first time a scar right behind his ear, the same scar Danny had. But the clones were supposed to have unblemished skin, untouched and new.

The clone continued speaking, "And then I went to hang out with Sam and Tucker—"

"No, sweetie," said Maddie. "Those memories you have aren't real. The only reason you have them is because you're an almost perfect copy of the real Danny, including his memories."

"I am the real Danny."

"No, you're not."

"How can you say that? How can you know that for sure?"

The clone's expression was angry, something Jack had never seen before. The clones were usually frightened or hurt, not angry.

"How do you know I'm not the real Danny?" demanded the clone.

"Because of the tattoo on your arm," said Maddie. "Here, let me show you."

Maddie pulled up the right sleeve of the clone's hospital gown, just as she had done twenty-five times before. But there was nothing but skin, no tattooed 26 on the clone's upper arm that Jack definitely remembered seeing when Vlad first delivered the clone.

All blood drained from Jack's face as Maddie screamed and jumped back, her hand clamped over her mouth. Danny's angry expression broke into a wicked smile.

"I told you I was the real Danny," he said.

Maddie's other hand shot up over her mouth as she shook her head furiously. Jack was frozen in place, unable even to tremble.

Danny sat up, slipping out of all four belt restraints and jumping off the table onto the floor. He changed into his ghost form, black and white jumpsuit replacing the hospital gown.

"Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out?" he asked. "Did you really think you could make Vlad clone me twenty-six times and I would just never know?"

He started walking toward Maddie with slow steps. Maddie stepped back each time, still covering her mouth as she watched him come closer.

"Did you think I was too stupid to figure it out?" Danny paused, chuckling darkly. "I guess maybe you're right. I guess I was too stupid to figure it out. You were able to experiment on me and torture me and—and kill me twenty-five times and I was too stupid to realize it until now."

Maddie cowered, hunching her shoulders and covering more of her face with her hands.

"And you were going to kill me a twenty-sixth time tonight," yelled Danny. "And you—" He turned to Jack with a snarl. "You were just going to stand there and let her."

Jack held up his shaking hands in defense, but he could not think of a good reply. He could only meet Danny's hate-filled eyes, trying to somehow communicate just how sorry he was.

"You and Vlad both," muttered Danny. "You'll both just do anything for her, won't you? You'll even kill for her."

"Danny," Maddie gasped out. "Danny, listen, I'm sorry—"

"No, you're not sorry," roared Danny, turning and pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Don't say you're sorry. If you were sorry, you would've stopped a long time ago." He choked, his voice losing strength as he stifled a sob. "If you really cared about me—" He sucked in a deep breath. "If you really loved me, you would've never done this."

"Danny, I do love you." Maddie clasped her hands as tears streamed down her face. "So much."

"How can you say that?" demanded Danny. "How can you look me in the eyes after everything you've done to me and say that?"

His fists glowed with ectoplasmic light as he stomped toward Maddie, backing her up against a wall. Maddie whimpered and curled in on herself.

Jack stared at her, frozen with shock.

She was scared.

He had never seen her look so scared before. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever seen her show any sign of fear at all.

And Jack realized he was also afraid, because Danny could very easily kill both of them right now and they would be powerless against him.

His gut sank and twisted with the horror of what they had turned their son into.

"Danny, please," bleated Maddie. "I'm your mother."

"You're right, you are my mother." Tears began falling down Danny's face. "Which is why I can't believe you would do this to me. My life has been hell ever since I became—this." He used one gloved hand to gesture to himself, top to bottom. "Fighting ghosts, protecting the town—it's been painful and terrifying and exhausting."

Danny's tears were coming fast and hot now. Maddie continued to whimper while Jack stayed still.

"But I kept doing it because…I thought I had to," continued Danny. "I thought it was my fault that all of these ghosts were coming in through the portal and invading our town. But now I find out that…you did this to me. It was never my fault; you set me up to do it. You wanted me to do it—you were counting on me to do it."

Danny sobbed, covering his eyes with his hands as his body shook. Maddie looked at Jack, begging him for help. But Jack could only stare back.

"This whole time." Danny uncovered his eyes now swollen with ectoplasm. "You've been pulling strings, watching me like I'm a marionette in your sick puppet show. And you made me afraid of you. You pretended to hunt me down and you would actually shoot at me so I would believe that I really was a freak and I could never trust anyone with my secret."

Danny lowered his eyes, his face drenched with tears.

"You made me believe that I couldn't trust you, my own parents," he whispered. He then raised his eyes, which flashed green. "But I guess I was right about that after all, wasn't I?"

He came close to Maddie, raising both of his glowing fists. Maddie pressed her back to the wall and held up her hands in front of her face.

"Are you going to kill me?" blubbered Maddie.

Danny stared at her for a long, long time.

Then his fists opened, their green glow disappearing as his whole body relaxed.

"No," he said with a soft shake of his head. "Of course not. Because you are my mother."

Danny glanced up at the ceiling, more tears glistening on the lower edge of his eyes. He sniffled and brought his gaze back down to Maddie.

"I hate that my own mother could do this to me," Danny continued, his words strangled, "but I can't hurt you. Obviously you're more than willing to hurt me, but…I can't." His eyes hardened. "But I'm not letting you hurt me ever again. Whether it's the real me or a clone of me, I won't allow it."

Danny looked up at the ceiling again, but this time in a very particular direction, up toward his room. Jack took notice of the look, and he could see Maddie also noticed, her brows drawing together in scrutiny.

"Where is the clone?" Maddie's voice was suddenly much stronger as she straightened her back and stood taller. "Clone 26, where is he?"

Danny's eyes once again returned to her. He frowned but did not reply.

"Vlad delivered him this afternoon," said Maddie. "I saw the tattoo on his arm with my own eyes. Where is he now?"

Danny stiffened. "You don't need to know that."

"I do," said Maddie. "You won't let us experiment on any more clones, fine. We'll stop. But that clone cannot be allowed to exist."

Danny's eyes twitched, his jaw clenching.

"We have to kill him, Danny," said Maddie.

"No," said Danny with a firm shake of his head. "You are not going anywhere near him."

"We can't let a clone of you run around freely, Danny," said Maddie. "People would notice. How would we even explain that? It would only be a matter of time before the police or the Guys in White figure out that you're a ghost hybrid, and then you'd be taken away for far worse experimentation."

"Don't pretend like you care about what happens to me," spat Danny. "You just don't want them to find out what you've been doing."

"You know I'm right," retorted Maddie. "There can't be two of you."

"Then kill me." Danny held out his arms in offering. "Do it."

Maddie's mouth fell open. "Danny—no, I'm not going to kill you."

"Why not?" asked Danny. "If only one Danny is allowed to exist, then why does it have to be me?"

"Because you are Danny. The clone is no one."

"But isn't the clone a perfect copy of me? With all my memories?"

"Most, not all of them."

"He's good enough, isn't he?"

Danny glared at Maddie, still holding his arms out, ready and waiting for her to come at him. Maddie did not move, simply stared back in tense silence. Jack watched, wondering for a moment if she might actually do it, if she might actually grab an ecto-gun and blast a hole through Danny's chest.

Jack was ready to throw himself in front of Danny if she tried.

"The clone must die, Danny," said Maddie. "That's why he was created. That's his purpose."

"So now you think you can just assign people purposes?" asked Danny. "Does this sick little game make you feel like God?" Danny pressed a palm to his chest. "What's my purpose, Mom? Have I been giving you everything you wanted? Or am I a failed experiment now?"

Maddie narrowed her eyes. "The clone has to die, Danny."

Danny shook his head. "No."

"Danny."

"No."

Danny shot up into the air, soaring straight through the lab ceiling and disappearing. Maddie bolted toward the stairs to follow him.

"Maddie." Jack grabbed her arm before she could get too far up the stairs, forcing her to stumble back down onto the main floor.

"Jack." Maddie struggled in his grip. "Let me go, Jack."

Jack kept a tight hold on her, using all his strength to keep her from getting away. "Maddie, what are you planning on doing?"

"We have to kill the clone, Jack," said Maddie, sounding panicked. "We can't let Danny help him escape."

"But why? Why do we have to kill the clone?" asked Jack.

Maddie glared at him. "You know why. I shouldn't have to explain this to you."

"Maddie." Jack took hold of her other arm and forced her to face him. "But maybe we shouldn't, Maddie."

Maddie stopped struggling and became still, unblinking.

"Maybe we shouldn't kill the clone?" said Maddie. "Are you saying we should kill the real Danny? Like he asked us to? Remove the clone's tattoo and just rewrite our son with a copy?"

Jack balked and slacked his grip on her arms, but she did not try to break away.

"The clone's earliest memories will be from a few weeks ago." Maddie nodded as she spoke. "Clone 26 won't remember any of this. We could continue our experiments and Vlad could continue creating new clones and we'd just have to be more careful and watch the new Danny a lot more closely, make sure he never discovers the truth again—"

"Would you listen to yourself?" Jack shouted in her face. "Are you fucking insane? We are not going to kill the real Danny just so you can keep fucking with his clones."

He shook her, causing her head to snap back, her eyes wide as she stared up at him, frozen.

"It's over, Maddie," yelled Jack. "It has to be over now."

Maddie stayed frozen a little longer. Jack waited for her to move, to respond in some way, never letting go of her arms.

"You're right," murmured Maddie. "He's my baby. I carried him inside of me—he was part of me for nine months. The clone was never part of me no matter how much he looks and acts like the real Danny. I can't kill my boy, never."

She started crying. Jack felt a twinge, a strange urge to comfort her even though he knew she didn't deserve it.

"But the clone still has to die, Jack." Maddie used the heel of her hand to wipe her eyes and locked her gaze with Jack's. "And you know it."

Jack stared back at her, the scientist inside of him activating. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he did know it. The clone was an abomination, an affront to the natural order, an entity that was never supposed to exist in the first place.

And Danny himself would be in danger of being discovered and taken away if the clone was allowed to exist as its own person.

Yes, the clone did have to die. It was the only way to protect the real Danny.

And the only way to stay out of prison.

Jack loosened his hold on Maddie and watched as she ran up the stairs, numb and empty.

And then he breathed deep and ran up after her.

Just one last time. One final murder.

Part 25

#danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #planned au #imekitty writes #horror #angst

[zalmoxis-the-great]

Careful what you wish for ! - Short Story -Orizyn

The C’tan looked at the shard of the Deceiver offered to him. He seemed pleased.

Your offer has been accepted by us, child. The knowledge that you seek is yours. Zarhulash said to Trazyn.

Dealing with free C’tans was incredibly dangerous. An insane thing to do. But Trazyn knew that great things came with great risks. Spying on the Archmagos Cawl proved fruitful, since the clever human gestalt released a C’tan shard that now hides in the far reaches of the galaxy.

Trazyn watched as the C’tan grabbed the other shard and hid it within his recesses. The star vampires were greedy and torturous, more than they hated other beings they hated their own kind. He didn’t want to think what kinds of torments were reserved for the lesser, smaller shard.

The free shard touched a canoptek after, pouring into it knowledge of the material real, raw data overwhelming its systems and whipping existing information to fit it.

‘Thank you, Potentate one’. Trazyn, surrounded by lychguards, said, not bowing. The weapon on his doom scythe was aiming at the C’tan.

He might be a risk-taker, but he was no fool.

He ordered one of his guards to retrieve the construct, so he could use and analyze the data safely.

It pleases me that you are unlike your treacherous siblings. Said Zarhulash, as Trazyn was about to start the translocation protocols. I will reward you, as one would reward a loyal hound. The archivist wanted to protest what was he compared to, but the intrigue stopped him.

‘I reward, you say?’

Yes, with the prospect that you will come again to bargain for my wisdom, I shall grant you a wish.

A wish? Although a shard, this C’tan was the master of the physical realm. He could undoubtedly grant him something of value.

A wish. Greed suddenly filled Trazyn’s engrams, he could wish for anything in the universe. He already saw the gallery for the Empire of Mankind getting its centerpiece.

He stopped the vector of ideas. The C’tan were untrustworthy. They give with a hand and take with seven. Asking for something that big would be unwise.

Maybe he could ask to repair Sannet’s memory engrams? Could he trust his arch-cryptek cognition to a shard? Absolutely not.

Trazyn thought, what could he ask for that wouldn’t backfire horribly?

After a moment he smiled, at looked at the C’tan, his wish prepared.

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‘Orikan, I need your predictions for the aerial attacks for the next 20 standard cycles’, Imotek asked, as he examined the battle charts in phos-green glyphs, all displayed in front of him.

‘As you wish’, the cryptek sitting to his left, answered as the Stormlord received packages of data on their interstitial channel.

His work was impeccable, like always.

There was a sudden shift in the air, for a fraction of a second. Imotekh noticed it, and turned to the astromancer, sitting in a meditative position, scrying the battlefield and feeding his hyperlogical algorithms battle predictions.

He seemed unperturbed.

‘What was that, did the scanners pick something ?’

‘Picked what? We are currently engaged in a battle', he answered, with barely enough tact to be considered respectful, like he usually did when interrupted.

‘Widen the planetary scans from the orbit. Something must have happened.’

‘As you wish. We should deploy the Doom cannons, the left flank will become overwhelmed.’

An astute observation. Imotek smiled, logical centers noting how the left side had a high probability of being pushed back if the enemy moved as predicted.

‘Good, when do you suggest we send them?’

‘Right meow, my Phaeron.’

Imotekh stopped, did his audio receptors glitch?

He rewinded the conversation. Did my cryptek meow at me? The astromancer didn’t seem to react.

‘Now? Did you say now?’, he asked, hoping the audio interference was from the battle raging outside.

‘Pawsitive’.

#necrons #orikan the diviner #trazyn the infinite #short story #can you guess his wish ? #AU #orizyn #imotekh the stormlord

[turtle-babe83]

Lust Potion No. 9

Donnie x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only, dub-con (character under influence of magical “drug”)

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Donatello berated himself mentally.

He should never have permitted you to come along. Just because it seemed like a normal, routine call over the scanner, he could never afford to let his guard down. You wouldn’t be in this state if he had done his job right and made you stay here in his lab while he checked it out.

An alarm system was set off at a nearby shop of antiquities and oddities. This close to Halloween, he assumed it was likely pranksters and volunteered to check things out. Leo agreed as long as he stayed in contact, but halfway down the tunnel, you caught up with the long limbed terrapin and begged to join him. He couldn’t say no when you gave him those big eyes. Especially when you had strategically tugged your top down to expose the top of your cleavage. He knew you were playing dirty, but what harm was it?

Plenty, as it turned out.

The two of you had managed to catch the culprit in the act, and the perp grabbed the first thing within reach behind the counter: a glass decanter filled with a dark liquid. You both ducked, and while it sailed over your head, Donnie was launching forward on quick feet. He leapt over the counter, narrowly missing the hooded thief by a margin of millimeters. The tall turtle began to give chase when the flying decanter struck the edge of the shelving above your head and shattered. You couldn’t stop your shriek as bits of sharp glass and the oddly fragrant contents of the bottle rained down upon you.

“Y/n!” Donnie yelped in worry.

Shards of glass nicked the exposed skin of your face and hands, leaving angry red scratches and the dark oily liquid seemed to seep into your flesh as soon as it touched you. It was a cool sensation at first, but you quickly began to feel heat bubbling up inside. It started in your chest and spread outward to your extremities. A whimper of fear warbled out of your throat as it settled down low in your womb. Your head snapped up as Donnie stopped his chase to check on you. Tears pricked your eyes as you stared up at your boyfriend.

“Are you alright?” he asked frantically.

The heat was getting worse and you doubled over. Donnie squeaked in alarm and began to check you for injuries. He was confused as to what was happening when he only found the small scratches, no bigger than your tiny pinky nail.

You moaned, “Don-ugh! It’s the stuff from the bottle,” pant, “it absorbed into my skin!”

It felt like a fire was literally in your loins as it grew hotter. Sweat rolled down your face and your breaths were uneven and shallow. You curled into his arms as Donnie lifted you, sprinting to get you back to his lab. The police could deal with the delinquent this time. Your life was more important. At some point in the frenzied trek back to the lair, you passed out.

Donnie checked your vitals and other than an elevated heart rate and temperature, everything looked normal. He hated to just draw blood from you without your consent but he figured you would forgive him this one time. You barely stirred as he drew two small vials of blood. He placed a cool washcloth on your neck to try and lower your body temperature, then set to work analyzing your blood.

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

When you awoke, two things became achingly obvious.

First, the painful heat in your body had become an inferno of need. Your clit pulsed, your folds swelled, and your entrance weeped with tears of desire. Your hands instantly pushed down your pants and two fingers plunged deep while the other hand furiously circled your swollen nub, desperate for relief.

Second, your bleary eyes made out Donnie’s long, lean form bent over his microscope. How had you never noticed how nice his ass was? Was it always so round and bite-able? Your mouth began to water for a taste. You knew from experience that his cock was long and right now, you wanted to gag on it. Donnie was always so sweet and gentle with you. What would it be like if he lost control and really fucked you? The scream inducing, can’t walk tomorrow, bruised cervix, sore throat and marked skin kind of fucking. God, that would be so hot.

You licked your lips and sat up on the cot he had laid you down on, quietly tugging your clothes off. It was hot in the lab, and sweat was already rolling down your body. Odd, normally you needed a sweater or a blanket. Donnie still hadn’t noticed that you were awake, mumbling to himself as he adjusted the microscope. His gear was set over to the side, and his suspenders were hanging off his shoulders. All you needed to remove was his boots and his pants, and then you could have what you so badly wanted.

On quiet feet you crept, naked as the day you were born, stopping just behind him. You tapped your chin thoughtfully. It was too hard to reach around his shell, so in your potion-addled mind, it made perfect sense to get down and crawl under the table he was leaning over. Settling on your haunches, your little hands grasped the front of his pants and undid the button, swiftly pulling down the zipper.

“What the hell?!” Donnie shrieked, jerking back and losing his balance. The nearly seven foot tall mutant landed on his sexy backside and you immediately pounced. Confusion and worry warred on your boyfriend’s face as he registered that a very awake, very naked you was crawling over his legs and yanking at his pants.

“Y/n? Love? What are you doing? You should lay back down,” he admonished, pulling your hands off of him.

You nodded emphatically, “Yes, I’ll lay down once we get these damn cargo pants off.”

Donnie stared at you like you had lost your mind. He assumed that the liquid you had absorbed must be some kind of drug and you were just confused. Sitting up, he lifted you effortlessly and stood, walking back to the cot and laying you down. He had to pry your hands off his neck as you tried to pull him down with you. The pout you were sporting would make him laugh if he wasn’t so concerned over your state of mind.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, baby. Just lay back and rest while I figure out an antidote. This stuff in your system is strange. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he mused. “Are you feeling any discomfort?”

You practically snarled, “Yes! And I already know the antidote.”

The patronizing look Donnie gave you made you want to scream.

“Of course, sweetheart, and what would that be?”

You sat up suddenly, grabbing his still unfastened pants and his boxers, and jerked them down roughly. His gasp of surprise turned into a groan as you took his cock in your hand and squeezed. It took only seconds for it to harden in your grip.

“I need this dick, Donatello,” you growled out. “I need it right fucking now!”

With that, you slid your mouth over the rock hard appendage and took it deep into your throat. Bobbing your head, you ignored your gag reflex and kept sucking like your life depended on it. With every gag, you swallowed, constricting your throat around his length. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Donnie sounded like he was dying above you if his vocalizations were any indication. Struggling between doing what was right and finding a solution, or savoring the savage way you were sucking him off, he mumbled all manner of nonsense.

“Sweetheart, you should-ah-ah…stop,” he whimpered. “I need to-to finish analyzing-oh FUCK!”

Your hands had been grasping his ass cheeks and while he was attempting to push you away, you slipped a hand between your legs and coated two of your fingers in your own essence. He was distracted after a particularly hard suck and you took the opportunity to slide those two digits past the puckered ring of his anus. Donnie’s ass immediately clenched and you slid your free hand up and down his thigh comfortingly until he relaxed enough that you could move. You gently pumped your fingers in and out to a steady flow of pants and moans, music to your ears.

In the back of your mind, you knew you were behaving out of character but it just felt like the right thing to do. Donnie began to mumble that he was getting close and so you grabbed his hand and put it on your head to encourage him, and muttering a shallow apology, he grasped your hair with both hands and began to thrust his hips. You hummed happily, ready to drink it all down. Fingers still working his ass as he fucked your throat, you began to thrum your clit with your free hand. Donnie stiffened for a second and then he was battering your throat with his cock like you held the gates to heaven and he was hellbent to break through. Despite the slight pain, you welcomed it, and swallowed eagerly as his cum shot squirt after squirt. You continued to finger his ass until he was done, then slipped your fingers out as gently as possible.

Stumbling back, Donnie bent at the waist, hands on his knees, panting for breath. You wiped your grinning mouth but suddenly another wave of intense desire sent you curling in on yourself. Instantly alarmed, Donnie wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/n! Shit, I’m an idiot. I’ll work on the antidote,” he winced. “I’m so sorry!”

“No!” you whined, “Donnie, please! I-I-“

“Shhh,” he murmured, stroking your face.

Frustrated beyond belief and frankly, hornier than you had ever been in your life, you did something you never thought you were capable of. Donnie yelped as your teeth bore down on the side of his neck, biting and sucking at his emerald flesh. Your hips seemed to move of their own accord as you ground your pelvis hard against his thigh. It wasn’t enough. You grabbed Donnie’s hand and shoved it in between your bodies, trying to insert one of his large fingers within your aching cunt. His shocked curse was muffled as you latched onto his mouth, nipping his bottom lip and pushing your tongue between his lips. Unable to resist, Donnie kissed you back just as ardently, beginning to pump his finger in and out while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You moaned as you rode his finger, craving the friction he provided. On the tip of his tongue, you could taste the promise of more. It was there, clawing its way to the surface, a side of your boyfriend that he had never allowed loose. You needed it right now, nothing else would relieve this inferno inside.

“Easy, love,” Donnie admonished, “you’re going to break my finger if you keep this up.”

You groaned, grabbing his face. Looking deep into his eyes, you poured all your desire into your throaty words.

“Then give me what I need, Donnie. I need to be fucked. Nothing sweet or… or gentle… or…dammit, FUCK ME HARD AND RAW!”

Donnie blinked, feeling his stomach flutter at the passion in your voice. His cock stirred again as if he hadn’t already nutted down your throat. He really should figure out what was going on with you, but god, you were a temptress and he wasn’t as strong as he wished. If you wanted a savage lover, he’d give you one.

You suddenly found yourself in the air as Donnie stood abruptly and spun you towards the wall of the lab. The cold concrete block was soothing to your heated flesh but couldn’t compare to the bliss of finally feeling your boyfriend’s long, talented tongue slithering through your aching folds. He held you by your hips while he crouched on his knees below you. Your feet dangled a couple of feet from the floor and you struggled to stay upright.

“Donnie, I can’t-“

Before you even finished the sentence, he had your thighs resting on his shoulders and his face buried between them. Your sigh of relief became a moan of pleasure as he expertly alternated from sucking your clit to flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Your first orgasm was sudden and unexpected, causing your thighs to clench around his head. A deep churr rumbled up from his chest and he renewed his efforts even more voraciously. He lapped up all the slick sliding out of your center, then shoved his tongue deep for good measure. In and out, he tongue fucked you to another explosive release, curling just so and rubbing the elusive g-spot with vigor. He continued to lick until you came down from the dopamine induced high, then he stood.

“Hold onto me,” he growled out, and you were quick to obey.

His eyes were darkened with desire and his jaw was set in a determined line. You wrapped your legs around his trim waist and grabbed his shoulders. He braced his hands against the wall and you had just a short moment to admire his sexy toned arms before he plunged his long cock as deep as he could within your velvet walls. You cried out as he set a brutal rhythm. Donnie had always been gentle before, knowing his length could be painful for you. That was all out the window. Whatever had flipped in his brain, you were praising the powers above for it. It was a pleasure-pain you had never experienced before and holy hell, it was divine!

Harder and faster, he pumped his hips, grunting in your ear and muttering about how tight you were and how good you were taking him. It was the sexiest thing ever and you didn’t want it to end. Your moans seemed to spur him on and then suddenly, he hesitated. With a groan, he hooked one arm under one of your legs, opening you up wider. Then, with inhuman speed, he began to fuck you hard and deep. Your cries were shrill as you begged him not to stop, not that he thought he was even capable at this point. He was about to have the best orgasm of his life and he planned to take you with him. As he battered your cervix, he pressed his face into your neck, and gave one rumbled order, “Cum.”

Your body responded with an explosion of sensation that shook your legs, clenched your walls, and sent your eyes rolling back in your head. Donnie cursed vividly and creatively as he followed you into ecstasy. He strained against you as the last ropes of his seed coated your womb. He managed to stumble back to the cot, laying down heavily with you sprawled atop.

“That was incredible, Donnie,” you purred, rubbing against him like a contented cat.

Donnie chuckled, “Yeah, it definitely was. Once I catch my breath, I’ll get back to working on an antidote.”

You frowned and explained, “Babe, I’m good now.”

The fire was down to a dull roar below. The sex had done the trick as you had suspected. Then another thought entered your mind.

“Hey! Maybe you should try to to replicate it? I might like to have some more. Or you could try it next time,” you said, excitedly.

Donnie looked shocked for a moment, then a calculated gleam came into his eyes and a Cheshire grin spread his lips. A chance to play mad scientist and then have more mind-blowing sex with you? No way could he turn that down. Halloween may have just become his favorite season…..

💜💜💜💜💜

The shop keeper smiled into her scrying mirror. Another satisfied “customer”. Well, time to brew another batch of lust potion. The hooded thief wandered into the room, transforming back into his familiar form, a svelte black cat. He purred and rubbed his side against her legs.

“Well done, Dante,” she cooed, giving the familiar a little treat.

Power flowed from her fingertips as she chanted, charming the bottle and its contents to find its way to whoever needed it next.

🐈‍⬛

@exovapor @tmntspidergirl @nittleboo @raisin-shell @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @mysticboombox @roxosupreme @zowise2912 @xanadu702 @chicchanmooshy @fyreball66 @thelostandforgottenangel @lady-maria-the-wolf225 @labeccy @0x0spunky-monkey0x0 @7mika8 @fictionalmenmistress @misteria247 @ladyofparchments @raphielover @tortuefaerie @bunnyraptor69 @polypandragon @avvaazz @tkappi @aurora-the-kunoichi @imthegreenfairy88 @pheradream15 @rheawritesforfun @cowabunga-doll @coulrofilia-sexuell @lilyssims @daedric-sorceress @raphslovemuffin80 @raphsgrl @drowninghell @digitl-art-monstr @fluffytriceratops @angelcatlowyn @turtlesmakemehappy @bibiz82 @ceciliawastaken @scholastic-dragon @memes-in-a-half-shell @sewerninno

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fandom #turtlebabe83 #donatello #bayverse donnie #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie #donnie #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnttrickorkink #Halloween #lust potion no.9

[rawberry-preserves]

Helloooo ZE fandom! Remember this post I made back in October? Here's your explanations!

Spoilers abound for all games!!

Secret Old man is a plot twist 3 different times

1st secret Old man: Tenmyouji being Junpei

2nd secret Old man: Sigma not knowing he's in his old body in VLR

3rd secret Old man: Delta's existence in ZTD

“If two guys were on the moon and one killed the other with a moon rock”

Character becomes a Schrödinger's cat in 2 games.

Akane in 999 and VLR

Fireman third wheels two people with incinerator trauma

C Team, would also like to point out that not once do Akane or Junpei mention the incinerator (or even joke about it) around Carlos

Santa is a punk that's into the stock market

Someone's dismembered Arm is microwaved

Junpei’s refrigerated arm is essentially put in a microwave to solve the last part of the Pantry in ZTD. Specifically, it had to be warmed to be open enough to activate the palm scanner

Someone decides killing ¾ of the population is best course oaction to kill 1 dude.

Delta's motive for releasing radical 6 was to kill an unknown terrorist that would otherwise kill the entire population on earth

At least one character gets their hand chopped off in each game

VLR and ZTD are easiest to explain. Sigma uses the 9 door to chop his hand off and prevent his bracelet from injecting him in Quark end (also has his hand chopped off by the other characters in Sigma’s bad end). Carlos looses his hand after being attacked by Akane with the Chainsaw in the “Suspicion” fragment. 

999 was less obvious but in the Axe end, toward the very end, Junpei sees Clover walking off with his bracelet, since he was still conscious when she left, this leaves two options. First being that his heart stopped and allowed his bracelet to come off while still conscious, OR if Clover didn't want to wait for him to die and just chopped his hand off before leaving him to bleed out.

A character gets injected with a lethal poison from a needle on a book cover.

This one is the fake answer!!

I actually asked the Uchikoshi's Somnium discord server for a fake answer and this is what I was given first!

A lot of y'all appear to go tripped up on this and that might be because of the Bio Lab in ZTD. Part of the puzzle involves Sean, Mira, and Eric getting their fingers picked on something (don't remember exactly what rn but it was definitely not a book), but this was set up for the game's decision regarding Radical 6 (75% fatality rate) and Fanatic Bio R (100% fatality rate).

This decision was based on Newcomb's Paradox

Ice Cream server has one of the highest kill counts in the series.

Look at any route where Eric finds a gun, when not counting the Zeros, Eric has killed more characters directly than most of the other cast. (I think the only other characters in the higher range aside from Eric are Mira, Ace, and Dio)

I have a Google doc I've been working on with a list of rules for a solid kill count. Hopefully I will post that by itself soon.

Every Event in the Series happens because of a Snail.

Saw someone in the tags say they refuse to believe the snail caused 999 and I hate to break it to you but in the Apocalypse fragment in ZTD, Delta clearing states that if the initial incident that killed 6 people, including Akane’s parents, didn't happen, she wouldn't have gotten involved in the first Nonary game that Ace ran that was covered in 999.

Would also like to note that it was confirmed in VLR that Ace is a member of Free the Soul. How much he knows about the snail is debatable.

A character canonically has a 9” dick (18” when horny)

If youve been in the fandom for over 6 months, I think you know what this is

If there is anything else you would like clarification on, feel free to reply to this post or send me an ask!!

#zero Escape #zero time dilemma #virtue's last reward #9 hours 9 persons 9 doors #999 #vlr #ztd

[nientedal]

my phone is being annoying but BOOK EMOJI

ahahaha omg 😂 ok so book emoji, talking about a fic i have in my head but have never written down!

stereotypical amnesia fic beneath the cut, lol

Roxanne gets into some kind of accident and hits her head. Wakes up in the hospital with her mother dozing in a chair. Mom is OVERJOYED Roxanne is awake; it's been sort of touch and go for a while as to whether she would wake up at all. She's had people working on a solution but this will be such good news, hooray, she's lucid, she's feeling mostly fine--

And then Roxanne sees the ring on her finger, and oh. Okay. She is not fine, actually. She's lost nearly all of the last three years, and several prior to that are exceptionally spotty.

Her mom is left with the unenviable position of navigating some...ah...fairly major news. Yes, you're very happy together. Three rings, right, wedding band and two engagement; you're sort of...well, also married to his best friend? What's that word your brother is...? Aromantic, queerplatonic, yes. Neither of them is anyone I would have ever picked for you, but you're happy and I do know when I'm beaten, so... well, anyway, the only reason your man isn't here is I made him go home to take a shower and a nap. And to start putting together a better MRI scanner so he would stop fretting over your charts. Yes, he's building it himself. And no I haven't said his name yet, and... yes you do probably already know him, it's just-- well, you see-- um-- tell, tell you what, let's call Wayne, shall we? I think this will probably sound a little better coming from Wayne--

So that's a thing.

Roxanne takes the news...not well, but not totally poorly either. Mostly she's just stunned. But if her mother can admit she's happy with Megamind, that says a lot. That's...promising. Reassuring. And Wayne confirms everything her mother has said, which is similarly reassuring.

Megamind, on the other hand, takes it VERY poorly. Wayne says she's awake and his heart leaps, and then Wayne says there's a slight problem, her last clear memory of you is from early 2009, and his heart sort of collapses in his chest. He's been working on his self-worth and has come a long way but he's had a long two weeks and right now, from where he's sitting, all he can think is that Roxanne was a miracle that is not going to happen twice. This is absolutely the end for them. He'll start researching divorce lawyers immediately.

(Roxanne is initially of the opinion that yes, that is probably for the best, but Wayne convinces her to at least give the little guy a chance. Come on, Roxie, for Minion’s sake. Please?)

From here it's sort of...Roxanne slowly regaining her footing. Traumatic brain injuries are a helluva drug; her mind works differently from how it used to and it's a struggle sometimes in ways she doesn't expect. And she can't remember things she wants to and it's SO disorienting, and Megamind and Minion are obviously both struggling as well for other reasons but they are being so lovely with her, and she keeps shying away and it's awful, she hates it. Megamind gave her a photo album to maybe help her put some things together, and it isn't really working yet but maybe if she just keeps at it she'll be able to remember just a little more-- okay, Wayne was right, he is worth trying, but come ON, brain, fucking WORK--

Megamind wanders down to the kitchen in the wee hours one morning a few weeks later for a snack or something and Roxanne is there with the album. She's...having a little bit of a moment. Little bit of a cry. She's sitting at the kitchen table looking at this one picture that someone took of all three of them-- Megamind and Roxanne and Minion when they were on some vacation somewhere together and Roxanne snuck up behind the other two to pounce on them and hug both of them at once. So she's in the middle with her arms around their shoulders and all three of them are laughing. And she's like, "I can't remember this and I WANT TO, we look so HAPPY and I don't know if I'll ever get any of this back-- you're so sweet to me now and your bed smells like home and I don't know why and I want to, I want to--"

He's been keeping his distance since she came home. Has been waiting and letting her initiate whatever contact between them. But he goes to her now and pulls her into a hug without thinking because he cannot fucking stand it, and she just wraps her arms around him as hard as she can.

"Okay," he says, patting her hair and trying to think of what to do and mostly just wanting to burst into tears right along with her. "Okay. It's okay."

It's not okay. It's not okay and she doesn't know how to make it be okay, but it's been a few weeks and Roxanne is tired of waiting to maybe remember and tired of hoping for something that isn't coming and tired in general, and so she asks him to come to bed with her. Just stay with her, please; she's freaking out and she wants to be held, and fuck it. Fuck it. Come to bed.

In the morning at breakfast, hearing all this, Minion says, okay. So, photo album isn't working, or if it is it's not working the way we were hoping for. New plan: let's go on another trip? Let's all go somewhere together. Traveling. Maybe go see some places we've seen already, definitely go see some places we've never seen. Maybe your old memories will come back and maybe they won't, but either way we'll make new memories and have a good time making them. Let's go.

.............And idk if that's the end of the story or if there's more story that's just them going around places. I haven't played much with the traveling itself

#askbasket #dal is a fanfic #megamind #yamitamiko

[albertasunrise]

One Year Later - Part 8

Masterlist

Summary: You and the Mandalorian had been through so much together. You’d become a mother to his foundling and a partner to him. You were in love and you didn’t think that anything could ruin that but after Din hands the child over to his kind. Things fall apart.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I have chosen not to leave warnings for this chapter as I don’t want to give the plot away. Read at your own peril… unless you’re under 18… in that case, jog on! 😘

Notes: So…. soz this took so long. This chapter was particularly hard for me to write as elements of it are close to me as I've been struggling to similar issues. I hope this was worth the wait and I will try update this a little sooner than I have. A little shorter but I didn't feel like this particular chapter needed to be longer

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You threw the scanner away angrily, desperately trying to keep your tears at bay so that Din wouldn't hear you. The reading it had given you was the same one it had given you for the last four months.

You weren't pregnant.

You knew these things took time but you didn't understand why you'd gotten pregnant by accident with Mae yet now you were actively trying it wasn't happening. You were so sure this time. The symptoms had all been there and you were late… over a week yet the scanner didn’t lie.

You weren’t looking forward to telling Din that you still weren’t pregnant, the disappointment in his eyes after each failed attempt was heartbreaking.

It had been six months since you’d started. Six months of hopes being dashed each time the scanner told you no. Din had been good about it all at the start. Telling you it was okay and that it would happen when the time was right but he’d also started to withdraw.

You looked up to see him limp into the home you both shared, his expression weary from a day's work in the ponds. He’d gotten to work as soon as he was able and you’d been glad of the distraction it gave him. Something to take his mind off of all this.

“Where’s Mae?” He asked as he looked around for his daughter.

“With Winta and the other kids. Omera’s keeping an eye on them.” You replied and he nodded before his eye caught sight of the scanner that you’d haphazardly thrown across the room and his shoulders slumped.

He didn’t ask but you knew he knew and your heart sank a little further as you watched him clean himself up.

“Din-“

“It’ll happen when it happens.” He said simply and you sighed.

“What if it never does?”

He stopped to look at you. Tears formed in his eyes as his lips started to form the words he was about to say.

“Then it wasn’t meant to be.” He replied before limping into your shared bedroom to change his clothes.

You sighed to yourself as your eyes drifted to the scanner. Your hand, absentmindedly, settled over your empty womb. You wished you could give Din the thing he now so desperately craved. You hated what this was doing to you both because the truth of the matter was it was impossible to tell why it wasn’t happening. It hadn’t helped that as each month went by, you were less intimate with each other. You knew it wasn’t something you could force but it was a vital part of what you were trying to accomplish.

After having a little cry. You composed yourself and went about preparing dinner for your family. When Din was changed and bathed he went to collect Mae, not even a glance was thrown your way as he made his way out of the hut and into the evening light. You felt a pang of anger surge through you at his behaviour towards you and you started to wonder… Does he blame you for this?

When he returned with Mae, he placed her in her seat before taking one himself as you threw down a plate of food for him before taking yours outside, not wanting to eat in his presence.

Din watched you leave. His heart ached in his chest at your coldness towards him but he supposed he deserved it. He didn’t know how to be towards you. He hated that he couldn’t give you a child and he knew in his soul that it was his fault. It was obvious to him that he was the problem. He was sure his accident was to blame for his inability to give you another child.

He watched Mae as she fed herself, unable to comprehend how far she’d come since he first laid eyes on her. She had grown so much in the short time she’d been around and he was so proud of the little person she’d grown to be. She was a kind soul, always worrying over him when he stumbled or showed any sign of discomfort. For someone so small, nothing slipped her notice.

When he put Mae down, he made his way outside where you were sitting there tearful in your chair. His heart shattered at the sight. He hated to see you cry. Hated to inflict any pain on you but this situation was hurting you both. So perhaps it was time to call quits.

“What do you want Din?” You asked, noticing him hovering just out of sight.

“I think we need to stop.” He stated and your head whipped up.

“Stop what?” You asked, your tone a little panicked.

“It’s clear to me that another baby isn’t an option for us so I think it’s best we stop trying.” He said plainly and your heart twisted “It hurts too much.”

“Okay.” You replied simply, nodding lamely before looking over at the sunset in the distance.

“Okay?” He asked, unsure of how you truly felt at that moment.

“Okay.” You repeated, shrugging your shoulders.

“You agree?” He pushed and you sighed.

“If you don't want another baby then fine. We'll stop trying.” You scoffed “You clearly aren't that bothered about it as you need to be intimate to make a child and we seldom are anymore. Then when I tell you I'm not pregnant you just tell me it’ll happen when it happens or it wasn't meant to be as.”

“I want a baby.” He choked “More than anything, you know that but it’s just not happening and I can’t bear seeing how it hurts you.”

“It hurts me more when you ice me out.” You scoffed “I’m sorry I can’t get pregnant but-“

“I don’t blame you.” He interrupted and your mouth snapped shut “It’s clear my accident is to blame for this and I’m sorry that I can’t give you another baby.” He sobbed “I wish I could but…” He trailed off, tears slipping down his cheeks and your expression softened at that.

“Maybe we should stop.” You said softly as you gave him a small nod “I don’t want this to tear us apart.”

“I don’t want that either.” He confirmed and you gave him a weak smile before gathering your crockery and getting to your feet.

“Then we’re in agreement.” You said simply before walking inside.

Din knew you. Knew you weren’t happy with this situation but he knew he couldn’t keep getting his hopes up, only for them to fall to pieces again. He still believed that if it was meant to be it would happen in time but for now… It was best to just stop trying.

~

A few weeks passed and you and Din didn’t broach the subject of another baby again. The two of you returned to a form of normal. You focus your energy on the family you did have. Instead of the family, you longed for… And that helped you to a degree.

Then in the blink of an eye, two months had gone by and it seemed like that pain had all but dissipated. That was until Kira in the village fell pregnant and suddenly all that hurt returned. You were happy for her of course. Recently married and was completely in love but as her pregnancy progressed, it started to get hard to be happy for her.

You started to withdraw, spending less time with her and your female friends who couldn’t help but coo over her as she started to show more and more. You felt bitterness towards her and despite knowing it was wrong, you couldn’t help it. Kira had been one of your closest friends. She’s supported you through your pregnancy and you’d be lying if you said you could have done it without her. Yet when she went through hers, you found it almost impossible to give her that same support you gave her.

Din noticed and called you upon it. Told you it was selfish how you were behaving and you knew he was right yet still you couldn’t help it. The pain you felt was just too much to bear and so you chose to close yourself off from it.

From the people, you called your friends.

Omera could see you were struggling yet still found herself angry at you. It wasn’t Kira’s fault yours and Din's attempts to get pregnant had come to nought. She didn’t deserve to suffer because you were jealous of her circumstances. So when Kira has felt the baby move for the first time and you’d just walked away, she decided enough was enough.

“You’ve been terrible to Kira!” She stated, following you into your home.

“What?” You snapped, turning on your heels to face her.

“She’s going through something so exciting and you want zero part of it.” She snapped, her eyes wide and angry “She supported you through it all. She deserves the same from you.”

“Omera I-“

“I’m sorry your attempts to get pregnant were frivolous but that doesn’t give you the right to push her away.”

“I can stand there and be happy for her when it hurts so much.” You yelled as you choked on a sob “I wanted another baby so much and then each month we came up empty and it just killed me inside.” You sobbed “It’s hard to be happy for someone who’s getting something you want so badly.”

“I understand that.” Omera sighed but you groaned.

“Din just decided to stop trying altogether.” Stated and you sighed “To the point where he doesn’t want to be physical at all.”

Omera couldn’t hide the shock that spread across her face.

“We sleep separately now.” You sobbed “He doesn’t love me anymore. I'm sure of it and I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this Omera.”

“I don’t-“

“I wish we’d never started trying.” You cried, almost frantically now “If we’d never started we wouldn’t be so broken right now.”

“These sorts of situations can be the making or breaking of relationships,” Omera confessed “You get so in your head about it that it consumes you.”

"I love him."

"I know" She replied softly "And he loves you."

You scoffed at her reply and she sighed, scraping a hand over her tired face.

"I am sure that he does." She continued after a short pause "But he is clearly not dealing with this very well." You snorted and she felt her patience wear thin at "Talk to him." She said plainly before turning to leave "Before you lose everyone."

Your jaw dropped as you watched her leave, mind whirring as you thought about her statement. You knew you'd been selfish but you couldn't help it. You felt like your life was falling apart and you had no way of stopping it.

…

You watched Din potter around the house, poking his head in to check on Mae before finally allowing himself to take a seat on his cot in the living area and throwing his tired face into his hands.

"What happened to us?" You asked after a few tense moments.

"What?" He asked, looking up at you as his brows knitted together.

"We were happy." You choked, eyes not wavering "Then we started trying and the longer we've gone on, unsuccessful, the more I feel like perhaps you don't love me anymore."

"What gives you that impression?" He snapped and you scoff at his obvious cluelessness.

"Well, we don't even share a bed anymore for a start." You state, letting out a sturred breath before continuing "You fuck me like once a week but there's no love in your touches anymore." You continue, unable to hide the tears now "It's not pleasurable. You don't make me cum but of course, you always do."

His face remains stoic as you speak. Not giving you any clues as to what he's thinking or how he's feeling about what it is you're saying.

"If you don't love me anymore Din then please just tell me now." You sobbed, your heart breaking as you speak "But please don't just up and leave me again. You can't just leave Mae."

"I would never-"

"You did once before." You sobbed and he let out a sigh.

"Are you seriously still holding that against me?" He snapped "I proved to you how sorry I was… I almost died proving to you how sorry I was." He growled, his own eyes now filling with tears "I lost my ability…"

He couldn't finish that sentence and you sighed.

"You can walk now Din." You stated, "You're getting stronger every day but-"

"That's not what I meant" He stated and your brows drew together.

"It can't be a coincidence that I have an accident that leaves me paralysed and then suddenly I can't get the woman I love pregnant." He choked and your heart broke for him "It's obvious that I'm the problem."

"Din… It's not your fault." You said softly, in the hope that it would bring him some semblance of comfort but it did little to calm the waters that were raging within him "These things take time… Mae was obviously a flook."

"Or I'm infertile now." He choked and your heart broke for him.

Of course, he blamed himself for this. Not you were hearing it, it seemed obvious that he'd been withdrawn because he was ashamed. Ashamed that he couldn't get you pregnant.

"Perhaps it really is for the best that we stop trying for another." You said after a few tense moments of silence, your eyes softening "It's just hurting us both and Din… I don't want to lose you again."

"I don't want to lose you either."

"Then come back to me."

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Chapter 8

Warning: This chapter contains smut.

Mentions of: Oral, fingering? Praise kink, masturbation

It was a typical Monday, you and Steven together once again, as always. The first Monday of the month, in the dingy store room sorting through box after box. Same routine, you picked the items out and scanned, Steven arranged them and put them on the corresponding shelves.

It was quiet, you worked in unison to ensure you could leave as soon as possible. All that could be heard was the periodic beep from the scanner gun and the shuffling of cardboard.

You were about halfway through the last box when Steven almost whispered out 'So uh, how was Saturday? Did you have fun?'

'Yeah of course, it was really nice' you said, not even looking at him. You were confused why he'd even ask, surely it was obvious at the time.

'I-uh... um' he awkwardly laughed at himself as he continued to stammer. You looked at him now, concerned, his whole face was flushed crimson red. 'I did mean it you know', you continued to stare at him bemused 'The, 'it's a date' thing'. His face was still flushed, and he anxiously watched you with glistening eyes awaiting your response.

'Oh-' you paused to fully absorb your relief, you'd been wondering for the whole weekend whether or not he was serious. Thank god he was being so straightforward, 'God I'm glad you said that, I was dreading having to ask'.

'D-did you enjoy it as a date?'

'Yes Steven of course I did, date or not it was a lovely time with you' you said, resting your hand on his arm. You gave it a reassuring squeeze before turning back to your box of merchandise and scanning again.

You were in the middle of sliding one of the mini-figures towards Steven, when your hands touched, with him reaching for it at the same time. Both of you quickly retreated from the other's touch, and you coughed awkwardly trying to dislodge the breath that caught in your throat.

'S-sorry' you quickly spat out. You know there was nothing to apologise for, you knew that. But still, it was something to break apart the heavy silence that had formed. You continued scanning, he continued packing, but there was a heavy tension in the atmosphere. You felt like every one of your movements was being done under water, slow and impeded.

The box was empty, but for maybe the first time ever in the room packed with dust, you didn't want to leave. Not just yet. Something was going to happen, you could feel it.

Time to break down the boxes, slowly, taking your time with each bit of tape and each fold. Your ears only had the sound of the screeching tape being peeled off to listen to, Steven had still said nothing.

'What are you doing after this?' you could have almost jumped at the sudden sound of his voice.

'Nothing, as per usual, why?'

'So you've got no reason to leave straight away?'

'Well... no, why?' you said again, drawing it out to exaggerate your need for an answer.

'We should stay in here, just for a bit'

'Huh-' you turned to look at him in confusion, but he was looking away, refusing to meet your gaze.

'You know, nobody comes down here, we could do what we want'

'Oh yeah? Like what?' you probed, intrigued. Steven's mysterious mind had probably come up with a meticulous and genius way to get on Donna's nerves. You were eager to join in on the plot.

'I-uh... dunno yet' he admitted, fiddling with his hands, still not daring even a glance at you.

'Steven, are you okay?' you were worried now. Why on Earth would this man who hates his job want to stay behind? You considered the possibilities, stalking? Was he involved in a loan shark scheme and they were waiting for him outside?

None of those possibilities are Steven-esque whatsoever. You approached him slowly, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently. He jumped at your touch and quickly turned to face you, finally making eye contact.

You couldn't register the look on his face, not like you had the time to. He kissed you. You froze, taken off guard by his sudden assertiveness. All you could register was that it felt... good. His lips were soft and gentle, and you cold feel the worry Steven felt melting away. His body relaxed, and softened against you. It was as if he was moulding himself against you in his relief, sculpting himself to fill every gap between you and within your bodies.

God you needed this, you didn't know it, but you needed it bad. It was all so much clearer now. You felt fuller, happier, more than you had for a long time.

You hooked an arm around his neck to pull you closer to him, securing you two together in this moment. With your free hand you cupped his face, your thumb stroking just under his cheekbone and your fingers his neck. He let out a tender sigh against your lips and it took a lot for you to not release any sound of satisfaction at the feeling of his warm breath against you. He hesitantly placed his hands on your hips, and gripped you with surprising strength when you didn't complain.

One of you must have started walking, though neither of you realised as you both broke apart briefly with the jolt of you knocking against the desk. You quickly knocked all the boxes off, not caring that you added another job to your list, and perched yourself atop it.

Steven let out a laugh and gently smiled at you before leaning in and kissing you again. You opened up for him when you felt the gentle contact of his tongue and your heart raced at the sound of his soft, approving moan in return. His hand hooked behind one of your knees and used it to pull you closer to him.

So there you two were, on a Monday night, you sat on the edge of the desk, and him between your legs, kissing each other furiously. Your heart was pounding so loud it was echoing in your skull. It was like your brain had been replaced with a thick fog of lust. God you needed him so badly. You could feel an insatiable ache forming inside of you, and were getting unforgivably wet. You were almost certain if you were forced to stand up from the table there would be a puddle on the surface.

Steven broke off contact, and you couldn't help but whimper, giving him a short but obvious surprised expression mixed with pride. He was almost panting, and his eyes were clouded with need with heavy eyelids. Somehow, his hair had managed to become even more messy than usual, which was probably the doing of your roaming hands. Some of the buttons of his patterned shirt had become undone, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his defined chest.

You'd made up your mind, you definitely needed him right here, right now.

'L-listen before we go any further, I've uh, I've never done any of this stuff before' he said gesturing between the two of you. 'I just don't want you to be disap-'

'Oh my God Steven, it's too late for me to care about any of that. You can learn on the job. Come to me, please' you almost begged him. You needed this release, you needed this time, this moment with him. He again sighed in relief and dove right back into you, his hands on your thighs and your hands in his hair.

He slid a hand up your thigh, and gently over your hips before reaching the button on your trousers. He again broke off the kiss, looking at you to ask because he didn't dare speak. 'Please' you whined, even moving your own hands to do it for him. He shook his head at you removing them, 'No I'm doing all this myself' he scolded you.

Your button popped open and then there was the prompt sound of your zip being undone and you let out a shuddering breath. You could hear Steven gulp as he looked into your eyes, asking again. 'Please... Please Steven, I will beg you if I have to. I need this. I want you' you let out, trying not to moan from the drawn out tension.

He nodded in recognition, and began kissing you again. Sliding his fingers over your underwear, it was now undeniable just how soaked you were. Both of you let out a gasp, his of amazement at what he had already done to you, and yours out of pure satisfaction from his touch.

His hand glided underneath, to finally make full contact with you. He moaned into you, as he moved his fingers up from your entrance to your clit, and started moving them in a circular motion. You gave a hum of approval and couldn't help but let your head drop back.

'T-that is right isn't it?' he asked

'Yes Steven, fuck, that's right, you're doing so good' he let out a soft, almost inaudible whimper at your praise. The room reverberated with the soft gasps and moans that escaped your body as Steven let his fingers work on you.

You looked up in frustration as he removed his hand. He cocked an eyebrow up at you as he tugged at your underwear, and you got up quickly to allow him to pull them all the way off. He pulled you into him again, kissing you on the lips, your neck, anywhere that gave him a response from your body.

One of his legs was in between yours and you had to quickly gasp out 'God Steven, your trousers' and he pulled away, looking down at his thigh. There was a very obvious damp patch left on the grey colouring of your very own design. You began to flush with embarrassment, before Steven let out a groan, maybe even a growl.

He pushed you back against the table and had you lay down. Looking up at him, and moving your gaze down his body, he had formed a very obvious tent which you'd failed to notice up until now. You could feel yourself get even wetter somehow at the sight.

'You look so delicious sweetheart' Steven moaned, beginning to get on his knees. 'I'm going to taste you' he said, maintaining his burning eye contact with you. His hands stroked up the inside of your thighs and you moaned loudly, covering your mouth in horror, glancing towards the door. He looked at you then with a mixture of pride and deep-seated need. 'I want- no sorry- I need to make you feel so good, it's all I'm worthy for right now' he moaned out, no longer looking at you but instead at your drenched pussy.

Just like that, he was there, all your senses were overwhelmed by the warmth of his tongue licking at you. He moaned at the taste of you, one of his hands on the outside of your thigh gripping tighter, digging into you.

All you could muster was a quick 'Fuck!' as your hips bucked up to him.

Your whole buddy quivered with each moan and gasp Steven released against your clit as he maintained a steady rhythm with his tongue. You could feel a knot building in your stomach so close to being released at the constant pleasure he was providing.

'Oh Steven, you're doing so good' you whined, looking down at him. He looked up to you at the same time, and started to suckle on you. Your eyes rolled back as you dropped your head against the desktop, knowing now your sweet release was seconds away. 'I'm going to cum' you gasped out.

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The high-pitched whirring in your room started to dull out to a low hum, and then silence. You opened your eyes, and glared viciously at your vibrator. 'Are you. Fucking. KIDDING ME?' you shouted out, launching it across the room in sheer frustration. You picked up your pillow, smothering your face to let out a scream.

You hadn't stopped thinking about Steven since your outing together on Saturday. No matter what you did, where you went, Steven was in your mind. His shy giggles, little waves, anything and everything about him, was there 24/7.

You didn't realise that you liked him, properly liked him liked him until that day. You did kick yourself for being so stupid and not realising sooner but you recognised you were probably in denial at the same time. The hope was that this quick pre-work 'self care' session would be able to help you focus, and perhaps not be so awkward as you were dreading seeing him. Nope.

Now you were more on edge than ever. Out of sheer disappointment you didn't finish the perfect fantasy you'd spent time designing, and got dressed. The ache inside of you was almost screaming at you to finish it off, let it out, but you really couldn't be bothered now. You stormed to your bedroom door, picking up your vibrator that laid abandoned in front of it.

You marched it sternly over to your bedside table and plugged it in to charge. Pointing at it, you demanded 'You better be working when I get back tonight, or so help me' and you turned your back and walked out. After picking one of the various tote bags you had adorned on the living room coat hanger, you then made your way behind the counter dividing the kitchen and living area and grabbed Steven's doughballs from the fridge.

'Bastard, you didn't even make me cum and you still get doughballs. Not a fair deal' you complained to yourself. After doing a last minute check of yourself in the bedroom mirror, you made your way out the front door to start your day.

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Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #2: Localization F%#ks!

The episode opens with Cooke was busy fixing a drill. *just like Korvo did in the first episode*

Shlorpian Cooke: Dig dang it! *uses the fixer* stupid thing!

Sandra: *an Earth-4 neighbor* Mmm, build better drills Cooke. Work those red arms.

Shlorpian Frankie: Hey! He’s mine you seducing bitch!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah! Stop addressing me your eyes Sandra! That is fucking creepy!

Human Korvo shows up

Human Korvo: Excuse me, the Replicants missed the bus. Can you take them to school? Terry and I have stuff to do. *notices Sonya is not here and sighs* Where the hell is Sonya?

Sonya is then heard screaming. Human Korvo gasps.

Human Korvo: Sonya?! Hang on Sonya, daddy’s coming.

The rest of the family rushes back inside only to gasp in shock. Sonya is now a replicant, grinning in joy upon seeing her transformation.

Replicant Sonya: This is awesome!

Human Solars: Sonya?

Replicant Sonya: Guys! Guys! I’m a Replicant and I got two toes!

Human Korvo laughs

Human Korvo: Aw, you still look pretty honey. Even as a Replicant. You’re even a Shlorpian just like your dads and older siblings.

Replicant Sonya giggles

Human Terry: Hey come you guys missed the bus? You’re gonna be late!

Replicant Stacy G: We didn’t miss it! They purposely skipped our house!

Human Korvo: I'm sure it was an accident.

Replicant Stacy G: Ugh! The bus driver hates us because I accidentally made an explosion in the sample override with my electric hair groomer!

Replicant Sonya: Can we please go? Home room is when I decided which boy I’m gonna crush on for the day!

Shlorpian Cooke: Seriously?! Does the dog park seem so important to you today?!

Human Terry: Yeah. It's where Korvo and I are gonna have our date.

Human Korvo smiles and blushes.

Shlorpian Cooke: I’m busy.

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Oh come on Cooke. Don’t be like that.

Shlorpian Cooke: Well one of you guys should be helping me construct our drill!

Human Korvo: Come on Cooke. I just got into dog parks. Terry and I don’t want to miss the labordoodles.

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh is the dog park more important than Nikol Aloid so he can help turn us back to normal!

Human Terry: Uh I don’t know Cooke. Could Nikol Aloid catch a frisbee in the air?

Shlorpian Cooke: You won’t know until we get there! You know sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who is having a terrible time on this planet.

Human Korvo: Well I don’t blame you. I was the one who wanted to land here.

Shlorpian Cooke: Well your stupid scanners didn’t indicate it was craphold without a single redeeming value, Korvo! We have been stranded here for two months! How is that not a problem for all off you? *heads inside the drill*

Human Korvo sighs

Human Korvo: This won’t end well like last time with the drill.

Human Terry: Yeah. It won't...

Shlorpian Cooke started the drill. The drill’s reactions ends up causing devastation around Earth-4 as the residents run for their lives. Shlorpian Cooke made it to the core and uses a claw to grab a sample.

Shlorpian Cooke: *leans the cran over* Okay… alright… come to papa… *suddenly lavas spews into the cockpit* Oh no! No no no no no! *lava burns his legs and screams in pain*

Shlorpian Cooke teleports back to the surface. Earth-4 dogs and Human Pupa appears and starts licking him as Human Korvo and Human Terry gives him a dismayed and annoyed look.

Human Korvo: *deadpanned* I warned ya!

Shlorpian Cooke growls

Shlorpain Randall: Wow! You guys should’ve seen that dog park that looks like the one back on Earth! *looks down at the puppies* You cute puppies love those nubs? You like to like them, yes you do?

Human Terry notices Human Korvo's distress

Human Terry: Korv? What's wrong?

Human Korvo: Hmm?

Human Terry: You look upset. Wanna talk?

Human Korvo sighs sadly and nods. The two human husbands head inside and turn into their Shlorpian forms.

Terry: Honey, are you okay? What is it you want to tell me?

Korvo: I can't believe all this happened...I don't know what to do. It's bad enough I'm pregnant- *covers mouth in shock*

Terry: Wh-what?

Korvo sighs

Korvo: I'm pregnant. I know you're probably mad but-

Terry: *gasp in joy* Oh my God! We’re having a baby! I am so happy for you! *kisses Korvo on the lips as Korvo smiles*

Korvo giggles and moans lovingly

Korvo: Thank you Terry. *sighs* But I am still not giving up hope! I must do whatever it takes to get our friends back to normal!

Terry: That's the Korvo I know.

The two alien husbands kiss again. The scene then cuts to school where the Replicants are walking through the halls.

Replicant Stacy G: You ever have the feeling everyone thinks we're weird.

Human Jesse: Of course not. This school might be better than our old one.

Suddenly, Replicant Stacy G gets hit by a spitball.

Sidney: Go back to Earth, you former human shit!

Human Jesse: Hey! Don’t talk to my GF like that!

Human Yumyulack gets hit by a spit ball

Replicant Sonya: Hey! Don’t do that to my big brother you jerk! *kicks Sidney in the leg*

Sidney: Ow! Why you little psychotic-

Human Jesse then punches Sidney in the nose like violently protective girlfriend and sister she is.

Human Jesse: Fuck off!

Human Yumyulack: Yeah! That’s right! Now get!

Sidney and the rest of the bullies run off in fear.

Replicant Stacy G: Man, is that how you guys felt back on Earth?

Human Jesse: Yep.

Miss Cranberry: Are you humans and Shlorpians fighting the hall? *suddenly reveals to be nicer and sweet* Why don’t you four take anger management class?

The scene then cuts to Replicant Stacy G venting while the human Replicants and Replicant Sonya watch

Replicant Stacy G: And not only did Victoria Limburger humiliate me today at home economics, but she also stole my spot at the spot for voting for prom Queen! *screams in rage and breaks a vase*

Human Jesse smiles as she blushes and sighs lovingly at her girlfriend’s rage.

Human Jesse: I love it when she gets angry…

The scene then cuts back to the house where Shlorpian Cooke’s foot is starting to regrow.

Korvo: *walks in* Looking good.

Shlorpian Cooke: Thanks. *notices Korvo’s pregnant belly* What the fuck happened to you?!

Korvo: Uh...well...

Terry: Korvy is pregnant!

Shlorpian Cooke: What?! How is that-

Korvo: Well to be honest, this is a new thing. There hasn’t been records of this back on Shlorp.

Korvo starts weeping

Terry: Oh honey what’s wrong?

Korvo: *weeping* I've never been pregnant before. I don't know what to do!

Terry: Hey hey shh… it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.

Korvo: *eyes turn aquamarine* NO! IT'S NOT OKAY!

Terry: *gasp* Oh shit honey… *whispering* You eyes.

Korvo gasps and shakes his head, causing his eyes to turn back to normal.

Korvo: *takes a deep breath then his fingertips turning black* Uh… be right back!

Korvo and Terry rush to the bathroom as Korvo falls to his knees

Terry: Honey, are you about to-

Korvo turns black and then grows bigger and muscular as he rips apart his robe after stretching his back. Then, his horns pop out on his head and his voice becomes distorted. After receiving his bat wings, Korvo roars and fully becomes a Super Shlorpian. Then, he breaks down in tears while holding his pregnant belly.

Super Shlorpian korvo: *tearfully* What am I gonna do?!

Terry: Hey it’s okay. The new baby is gonna be amazing and don’t worry. We’ll wait until it is the right time to tell the gang about your Super Shlorpian form. Besides, you know we always wanted to have a baby since we got married…

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah...but what if-

Terry: Listen.

Super Shlorpian Korvo sniffles as Terry put his hand on Korvo’s.

Terry: I know things have been happening so fast. And I know you’re having a hard time turning the humans back to normal. But, it’s gonna be okay. With all of the family together, we got this. I don’t know what this new life is gonna bring, but whatever comes, we’ll get through it. Together.

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles tearfully

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh Terry.

The two husbands kiss and moan lovingly as they start having sex. The scene then cuts to the Principal Mowbar’s office where the Replicants are in.

Principal Mowbar: Well, one to be fair, it’s okay for to have sci-fi since this is a free country planet. And two, we are really amazed by your grades.

Replicant Sonya: Wait? So we’re not in trouble?

Principal Mowbar: *chuckles* Of course not.

Miss Cranberry: Well to be honest, it wasn’t fair for these girls to bully you. *gets out a folder* Plus, your grades are really improving. Especially for you three Solar siblings.

Human Jesse smiles.

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Replicant Sonya: Thanks Miss Cranberry.

Miss Cranberry: Plus Jesse, we are very amazed by your report based on your favorite creature… the… Mundane?

Principal Mowbar: Yeah. We haven’t heard about this in awhile. How did you know about this interesting monster?

Human Jesse: Oh… since I was a baby… when I was still a baby, I was playing in my crib…

A flashback plays as baby Jesse plays with her hangar. Terry approaches her.

Terry: Hey there Jesse-bear… how’s my cute baby doing? *tickles baby Jesse’s belly*

Baby Jesse: *coos and touches Terry's face*

Suddenly, Terry hears something and puts baby Jesse down in her crib as she coos. Terry kisses baby Jesse on the forehead and leaves as he runs out of the apartment.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* Suddenly, Terry left. And I was still fiddling around.

An hour later, Baby Jesse is fast asleep. Until, suddenly, baby Jesse heard a growling sound and crawls out her crib and starts crawling.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* An hour passed and Terry still hasn’t come back… *baby Jesse laughs as she tries to reach for her favorite teddy bear* Until, I heard the Mundane!

A roar is heard

Baby Jesse: *gets confused and babbles*

Baby Jesse kept crawling to the teddy as she gets up on the couch and laughs. But then, she heard the roar again.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* I tried to ignore the roaring at first...but then...

Baby Jesse finally reaches for the teddy as she laughs and squeaks it.

Mundane: *roars*

Baby Jesse turns around and sees the Mundane

Baby Jesse: *babbles*

Mundane: *roars*

Baby Jesse: *squeals in joy and starts coming up to it*

The Mundane grunts in confusion

Baby Jesse: *stands up after dropping her teddy bear and starts to stand up as she tries walking towards the Mundane*

The Mundane gasps and picks up Baby Jesse

Baby Jesse: *giggles as she touches the Mundane’s face but then starts getting fussy*

Human Jesse: *voiceover* I started to get fussy but then suddenly, he starts soothing and cradling me…

Mundane: Shh… shh…

Baby Jesse stops crying and whimpers

Mundane: *muffling comforting voice*

The flashback ends

Human Jesse: Then after that, the Mundane was gone and I was suddenly on the floor in Terry’s arms. I never saw the creature again for years.

Miss Cranberry: Very fascinating. It’s great to know you have some guardians to keep an eye on you, especially your parents.

Human Yumyulack: Damn...

Replicant Sonya: Well, should we head out now Principal Mowbar?

Principal Mowbar: *wipes away tears* Yes, you may...

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Replicant Sonya and Replicant Jesse: Thank you! *leaves the office*

Later with Korvo and Terry

Korvo: *sighs* Should we tell our kids about this?

Terry: When they're ready, okay?

Korvo: *sighs in relief* Okay. Wait that reminds me. We have to tell them about the-

Jesse: *offscreen* Baby?!

The adults turn around and the Replicants are shocked upon seeing Korvo’s pregnant belly.

Korvo: Uh-

Yumyulack: Korvo! You’re pregnant?!

Replicant Stacy G: Holy cow! How?!

Terry: It's complicated...

Yumyulack, Jesse, Replicant Sonya, Pupa and Replicant Stacy G: *adored by cuteness* Aaaaw. You guys are having a baby? So cute. Aw, what a whittle cutie patootie. So cute! Baby!

Korvo chuckles

Korvo: *rubbing his pregnant belly* Yep. That’s right. In a few days, you kids are gonna have a new sibling.

Pupa: *hugs Korvo’s pregnant belly* Baby!

Terry: Hmm… you know I wonder how the others are doing.

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Ms. Perez walking by.

Alien Kid: Move it hippie!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Sorry.

Alien Kid: Stupid hippie!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Hey! I resent that!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie walking, until two alien women laugh at her while talking secretly about her behind their backs.

Shlorpian Frankie: *annoyed* Aw really funny!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Darcy and Shlorpian Jamie heading to a house until some of the residents insulted them.

Earth-4 Hot Woman: Oh my God! What the fuck are you guys wearing?!

Shlorpian Jamie growls

Earth-4 Hot Guy: Just go to hell you stupid bitch cunts!

Earth-4 Resident: Nobody wants you here!

The Earth-4 Residents starts throwing stuff at Shlorpian Jamie and Shlorpian Darcy as they ran for their lives. The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Louise grocery shopping.

Shlorpian Louise: *to an employee* Excuse me, can you show me where the vegetable isle is?

Employee: Hmph! *walks away*

Shlorpian Louise: Okay…

Then, one by one, Shlorpian Louise tries to talk to the employees.

Shlorpian Louise: Sid? Marsha? Karen? Mikey? Sid? Kirt?! Larry! *breaks down as Shlorpian Trevor comforts her* Won’t someone vouch for me?

The scene cuts back to the house, where Shlorpian Cooke is reading a book while the rest of the Shlorpians came in sadly.

Shlorpian Cooke: Hey, guys. What's going on? Everything-

Shlorpian Frankie: Horrible day. Aliens hates me? *turns to the rest of the Shlorpians* What about you guys?

All: Same.

Shlorpian Randall: Aw man. This being Shlorpian stuff sucks ass. There’s gotta be a way for the town to like us.

Shlorpian Frankie: But how?

Korvo: *offscreen* I know how.

Then the tv starts playing with a commercial for a block party downtown.

Tv Announcer: *on tv* Come on down to the Earth-4 Annual Rock Fest with so many guests, music performances and special accolades for the whole family!

Korvo: Guys! I have an idea that might help all of us-

Shlorpian Cooke: Guys! I just had a crazy idea!

Korvo: Huh?

All: Oooh!

Shlorpian Randall: Let’s hear it!

Shlorpian Cooke: What if we show ourselves off at that party? We could use sci-fi stuff to help impress those guys! People will love us!

Korvo: *horrified and shock* Wait! What?!

Shlorpian Randall: Hey! I think that’s a great idea!

Korvo: What?! No it isn’t it. The last time my family and I did that, it ended in disaster!

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh that’s bullshit! I’m sure everything will be fine Korvo. Sometimes, your sci-fi shenigans backfire! But they always work out in the end.

Korvo groans in frustration

Korvo: Fine! But if a huge disaster happens at the festival and all hell breaks loose, don’t come crying to me.

Shlorpian Cooke: Thanks Korv. Let’s do this guys!

All: Yeah.

Solars and Replicant Stacy G: Oh boy.

Later, Korvo is in his room crying while rubbing his pregnant belly softly while looking at opened locket with a picture of Replicant Janiz holding baby Korvo. Terry comes in.

Terry: Hey honey. You feeling okay?

Korvo: NO!

Terry: Hey hey. Easy boo. Can you please tell me why?

Korvo: BECAUSE! THE OTHER'S ARE GONNA DO SOMETHING RECKLESS AND WON'T LISTEN TO ME!

Korvo breathes in and out as he then breaks down in tears while clenching the locket.

Terry: Oh Korvo... *had an idea* Will sex help?

But then, Terry notices the locket in Korvo’s hand with the picture and gasp.

Terry: Korvy… is that… you when you were a baby with your sister?

Korvo nods

Korvo: I just… I just… I JUST MISS HER SO MUCH! *breaks down in tears while rubbing his pregnant belly*

Terry: Hey hey. It's okay...

Terry consoles Korvo as he continues crying.

Terry: Shh… sh… it’s okay Korvy… I’m here…

Terry notices Korvo's fingertips going black.

Terry: Uh Korv… YOUR FINGERS! LOOK?

Korvo gasps

Korvo: No! Not again!

Korvo’s skin turns black as he grows bigger and muscular and rips apart his clothes as he roars once his wings and horns pop out. He suddenly moans in pleasure

Terry: K-Korvy?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moans lovingly* I feel so goooooooood.

Terry: *blushes* Holy shit...

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *seductively walks towards Terry* Oh Terry-bear, this beast needs to be tamed…

Terry: Uh...why? *nervous chuckle*

Suddenly Terry realized what Korvo meant and grows smitten.

Terry: Oh ho ho. Korvo, *had his clothes taken off by Korvo* you dirty slut.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Come here you!

Super Shlorpian Korvo then dominates Terry as they moan lovingly.

Terry: *moans* Yes! Take me away! *moans* Take me to mound town, you beautiful shimmering blue bitch!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moans* Yes! Feel it my sexy Terry-bear! *moans lovingly*

Terry: Ooooooh! I’m getting fucking close! *moans*

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yes! Oh yes! Me too!

The two alien husband cum as they moan lovingly and kiss each other on the lips while moaning. Super Shlorpian Korvo flaps his wings.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thanks for being there for my handsome Terrybear!

Terry laughs

Terry: Anytime Korvy…

The two husbands kiss as Korvo turns back to normal

Korvo: *moans in relief* That’s much better… *rubbing his pregnant belly*

Korvo smiles tearfully because the baby will be born soon

Korvo: *smiles tearfully; to his pregnant belly* Hey there lil sweetheart… I can’t wait to see you soon.

Terry: Me neither...

The two husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. The scene then cuts to the festival where the Shlorpians get ready.

Shlorpian Frankie: I am so excited!

Shlorpian Louise: I know! This is our chance to finally it in!

Korvo watches from the distance and sighs

Korvo: Oh boy… this won’t end well…

We then cut to the festival

Shlorpian Cooke: Alright guys, just like we planned!

All: Right!

Then hilarity ensues. First, Shlorpian Ms. Perez tries to talk to the local while making a strange sci-fi cocktail. But then it starts spewing

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Oh shit, sorry!

The glass exploded as it knocks towards a BBQ Grill that started a fire!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: That's not good.

Then, the scene cuts to the music performance where Shlorpian Cooke interrupted the audience.

Shlorpian Cooke: Hey Earth-4! If you love this performance, check this out!

Shlorpian Cooke uses the crystal ray but then it a hits a giant wooden warrior that turns into a crystal and shatters into pieces. The audience’s flame torches go out upon this reaction and they all turn to Shlorpian Cooke, Shlorpian Trevor and Shlorpian Randall in fury.

Shlorpian Cooke: Uh...

Shlorpian Randall: *tries to cool things down* Hey! Let’s hear it for the song… “Closing Time”!

The audience starts yelling angrily. The audience then forms into a mob as they summon weapons and jeers at the three human men turn Shlorpians.

Shlorpian Trevor: Oh shit.

Shlorpian Randall: Fucking run?

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh hell yeah! Fucking run!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie trying to fix a broken carousel.

Shlorpian Frankie: Alright… almost there… just have to get the screw loose and-

Suddenly, the screw comes out and it hits a fruit punch truck that explodes into the senior home.

Senior Home Staff Member: Alright seniors, *opens the window* Let’s open these windows so the world can see your nice white clothes.

The fruit punch flood heads into the senior home as the seniors gets caught it in. The scene then cuts to a janitor who is mopping as the fruit flood spills out punch, but ignores it because he is listening to music. The scene then cuts an old man finishing a memoir in red ink.

Old Man Alien: Oh, it’s finally finished. A memoir of my life, written in red ink. *fruit punch flood comes in and covers up the memoir* Oh… barnacle chips.

Shlorpian Louise: *looks at the destruction of the flood* Uh… Frankie?

Shlorpian Frankie notices the destruction and gasps

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh…. Shit.

Old Woman Alien: Get them!

The senior aliens form a mob that attack the humans turned Shlorpians

Shlorpian Frankie: Fucking run guys!

The Shlorpians kept running as fast as they can as the mob kept throwing stuff at them.

Shlorpian Cooke: Aw man, is this how the Solars felt?!

Shlorpian Frankie: I think so.

Shlorpian Randall: Aw man, forget eating like a local! Forget partying like a local! We should’ve have listen to Korvo!

Shlorpian Louise sighs.

Shlorpian Louise: Yep. This our life now.

Suddenly... The Shlorpians see a ship crashing near their house and gasp.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the fuck? Is that a spaceship?!

Shlorpian Trevor: I think so. Let’s follow it and- *screams one of the mob throws a bottle at him but luckily he dodged it*

The Shlorpians arrive at the ship.

Human Korvo: *arriving with his family* What’s going on?!

Shlorpian Louise: We're being chased!

Shlorpian Randall: Today was horrible! We try to fit in better, but we fucked things up!

Human Terry: Don't worry. I got this.

Human Terry heads out and decided to deal with the mob.

Human Terry: SHUT IT!

The mob is silence. Human Terry breathes heavily.

Human Terry: What the fuck is wrong with you people?! I know these Shlorpians screw up but, they were just trying to fit in on this planet ever since they came here. Just like me and my family did? I know what they did was wrong but, they were just trying to make Earth-4 feel like home. You should all be ashamed of yourselves! So what are you gonna do about it?!

Mob Member: Well-

Suddenly, the door opens from the ship as it reveals a purple Shlorpian that surprisingly looks like Korvo. Human Korvo turns around and gasps.

Human Korvo: It-it can’t be… Janiz?

Human Yumyulack: Auntie Janiz?

Janiz: Korvo? Is that you? What happened to you?

Human Korvo burst into tears of joys and embrace his big sister while the Shlorpians grow surprised. Human Terry smiles.

Human Korvo: *sniffles* I-I thought I lost you forever…

Janiz: I'm so glad you're alive...

Shlorpian Louise: Wait. Korvo, you know this Shlorpian?

Human Korvo: Yeah, she's my sister.

The Shlorpians froze in shock and surprise

Shlorpians: YOUR WHAT?!

Then, a pink AI appears.

Pink AI: *sing-songy* Hello!

Human Korvo: *gasps* EVA?!

EVA: Korvo! You’re here and… *notices Korvo’s human form* wow. You look different since the last time I saw you.

Human Korvo: Thanks. I learnt to shapeshift when I was on Earth...

Human Jesse turns to face the mob with an angry expression

Human Jesse: ALL OF YOU! JUST GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!

The mob leaves in fear as Human Terry puts a hand on Human Jesse's shoulder

Human Terry: Nice going honey.

Human Jesse smiles and turns back into her Shlorpian form

Jesse: Thanks daddy.

Jesse hugs Human Terry, who turns back into his Shlorpian form. Then, the scene cuts back to Janiz overjoyed to see her brother again while AISHA appears. The rest of the family turns into their Shlorpian forms.

AISHA: Hey dummies. What up and- *recognizes EVA and gasp* EVA?! You’re here?!

EVA: Hey, cous!

AISHA smiles in tears of joy and laughs as she embraces her cousin.

AISHA: Oh God, I missed you so much.

EVA: D'aw, I missed you too!

Then, Janiz notices Yumyulack.

Janiz: Yumyulack?! *squeals in joy* Oh my god! *hugs Yumyulack tightly but carefully* Look how big you grown! I haven’t seen you since you were a baby!

Yumyulack *laughs* Good to see you too!

Janiz then gasp in joy upon seeing Terry, Jesse and the Pupa.

Janiz: Oh my God. Is this your lifemate?

Terry blushes and smiles

Korvo: Terry is more than actually. He is also my husband.

Korvo shows his wedding ring

Janiz: *gasp in joy and hugs Terry* Then that makes you my handsome brother in law. Thank you for taking care of my little brother.

Terry: *laughs* Anytime.

Jesse: Yay! *hugs Janiz* I always wanted a aunt! Hi Auntie Janiz! I’m your niece!

Janiz laughs. Then, Janiz sees Replicant Sonya holding Pupa.

Janiz: Oh and who is this Replicant holding your Pupa?

Replicant Sonya: Oh, I'm not a replicant. I'm a human who turned into a replicant. I'm Sonya, by the way.

Janiz: Wait? What?!

Korvo: Oh don’t worry. That’s actually your human niece and our daughter, Sonya. We adopted her.

Janiz gasps.

Janiz: As in… I’m an aunt?! Again?! *hugs Replicant Sonya, who giggles* Oh my God! I can’t believe I got a brother-in-law, a niece, human niece and a baby nephew! *notices the other Shlorpians* Wait, who are these other Shlorpians?

Shlorpian Cooke: We were humans too. *laughs nervously*

Janiz: What?! You guys were once humans?! What happened?!

Shlorpian Cooke: Some crazy woman stole samples of your brother and your family’s blood DNA and created a powerful mist that turned us into Shlorpians!

Janiz gasps

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh and hey. I’m your family’s nanny Phoebe. I was human once too.

Janiz: Oh no. I am so sorry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: It's okay.

Shlorpian Frankie: We don’t even know who that woman is but luckily Korvo is finding a way to turn us back, which is very hard because that woman took all of his testings. So we have to live here now until we can be humans again.

Shlorpian Randall: We can’t even go back to Earth. The rest of the humans hates us now.

Janiz sighs

Janiz: Well as long as I am here, mind if EVA and I live with you guys?

Korvo smiles tearfully and hugs Janiz

Korvo: *crying with happiness* Of course you can. Welcome home Janiz.

Janiz smiles

Janiz: Thank you lil bro…

Later, Korvo and Terry are in bed. Korvo is reading Vogue.

Korvo: Very interesting story.

Korvo suddenly goes into labor

Korvo: *breathing in and out* Whoa. I think my water just broke.

Terry: What?! Shit! JANIZ! KIDS! GET IN HERE! HURRY!

Janiz and the kids came in.

Janiz: Korvo! What’s wrong?!

Korvo: JANIZ! KIDS! THE BABY’S COMING!

Terry: Korvo's in labor!

Janiz and the kids gasp.

Janiz: Don’t worry little bro! I’m here!

Korvo starts crying out in pain

Korvo: *breathing in and out as he started pushing* Oh god! Oh god! *cries out in pain*

Jesse: Come on, Korvo! Push!

Korvo: *grunting as he keeps pushing*

Yumyulack: Do it! You got this!

Korvo snaps

Korvo: OH GOOOOOOOD! *almost there* FUUUCK! IT HURRRTTTSSS! AAAAAAAAH!

Janiz: I see the head!

Korvo: *about to finish pushing* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Suddenly, a baby crying is heard

Korvo: *gasp as tears fall form his eyes* Is that… our baby?

Janiz picks up the baby who is still crying

Janiz: Congratulations, it’s a beautiful girl!

Korvo laughs with tears in his eyes

Korvo: *reaching out for the baby* Oh, come to daddy!

Janiz hands the baby to Korvo

Korvo: Hey there sweetie…

The baby stops crying when she sees Korvo

Terry: Aw Korvy, she’s looking at you…

Korvo: She’s like a beautiful flowery sprouted with hope… I think we should name her Lili.

Terry: *sniffles* I love it.

Lili: *babbling as he touches Terry’s face*

Terry laughs

Terry: Welcome to the world Lili Solar-Opposites…

Korvo: *tears of joy* Oh Terry! I'm so happy!

Terry: *tears of joy* So am I.

The two alien husbands kiss while moaning

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: *falling in love with their new baby sister* Aaaw…

The next morning, Korvo and Terry are sleeping with Lili sleeping between them

Lili: *cooing while sleeping*

Terry wakes up and yawns. He looks at Korvo and Lili sleeping and smiles.

Terry: Good morning…

Korvo: Mmm… good morning darling.

Korvo kisses Terry on the cheek

Lili: *coos*

Terry: Hey, Lili. *kisses Lili on the forehead*

Lili: *giggling*

Korvo: Ready to start the day?

Terry: *picks up Lili* Hell yeah I am!

Korvo and Terry kiss on the lips and head out. Terry then hands Lili over to Korvo as he smiles while Korvo starts chatting with the kids. But then, an orange colored flashback vision appears with monster sounds.

Terry: *terrified by the vision* Wh-wha?!

The monster is then seen hanging while baby Jesse is seen crying.

Terry: *breathing in and out as he suddenly sees the Mundane*

Terry screams as the vision stops. Korvo gasps and runs to his husband's side.

Korvo: Terry? It’s okay! I’m here *calms down Terry with a hug as Terry smiles and calms down* You poor thing. You must be facing a termoil. It’s okay… I’m here…

Terry: You're warm.

Korvo: Of course I am. Don’t worry Terry, there’s nothing to be scared of. Whatever comes, we’ll get through it. Together.

Terry: Thanks Korvy…

The two alien husbands kiss. Then, Korvo heads to the kids, who are playing with Lili. Terry then starts to grow nervous.

Terry: *to himself* What's wrong with me?

THE END?

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #solar opposites: the misadventures of the solars #tervo #janiz solar opposites #sonya solar opposites #lili solar opposites #eva solar opposites #human korvo #human terry #human yumyulack #human pupa #human aisha #principal cooke solar opposites #miss frankie solar opposites #stasse #stacy g solar opposites

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Dressing Me Up To Protect Me—Seems Legit.

Mammon: Hey, Annie, are ya okay?

Annelie: Fine... just a little drained, I guess. 

Annelie pulls Lucifer’s jacket farther over her head. 

Levi: Hey, Asmo, are succubi normally this sensitive to sunlight?

Asmo: Hm... I’ve never seen one that hated it. 

Belphie: You’d think she was a vampire. 

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer steers Annelie into a store, and Mammon follows to browse through the store, which happens to contain an abundance of clothing items. Lucifer picks out a white dress with 3/4 sleeves, reaching down to Annelie’s knees, before he picks out a broad-brimmed white hat and approaches the self check-out area. He pauses for a moment in front of the register. 

Attendant: Do you need any help, sir?

Lucifer: No. 

The attendant jumps back a little. 

Attendant: I-I understand, sir?

Lucifer: Mammon. 

Mammon flinches and slowly turns towards Lucifer’s head, concealing a pair of shoes behind his back. 

Lucifer: There are ribbons and pins over there, aren’t there? Bring a blue one. 

Annelie: You don’t know how to use the scanner, do you?

Lucifer: Don’t insult me. 

Lucifer scans the items, including the ribbon and the shoes Mammon took. 

Annelie: Does the register even accept Grim?

Mammon: Yeah, thanks to yours truly. I’m the one that got it to work. 

Annelie gives him a look, even as Lucifer pays for the items. The screen momentarily goes berserk with errors before resolving into asking Lucifer if he would like a receipt. Annelie’s eyes linger on the total—679.00 U.S. dollars.  

Lucifer: It’s true. All of Mammon's human accounts were indefinitely suspended some time ago due to fraud, and he was forced to find a new solution to spend credit. Hence a universal exchange rate between Devildom credit and human world credit.

Annelie: That’s actually kind of impressive—don’t you have to understand how the credit card works?

Lucifer: You do. Which is why I noticed when a portion of my expenses were being added to Mammon’s account when I asked him to hex my credit card. 

Mammon: It was just a l’il commission! I'm the inventor y'know!?

Lucifer hands Annelie the dress, even as Mammon ducks as if expecting to be smacked. Lucifer ignores him.

Lucifer: Change into it. 

Annelie: ...if you wanted me to wear a dress, you know there were cheaper...less easily ruined options...

Lucifer: The white should help with the sun, and...

The dress briefly glitters blue. 

Annelie: Enchanting it?

She takes the clothing from Lucifer, staring at it for a moment. 

Annelie: Fine. Thank you. 

She goes to the changing room, leaving Lucifer looking after her disappearing figure. Mammon takes the pair of shoes sitting on the counter, watching Lucifer with every second. 

Lucifer: I know you’re there, Mammon. 

Mammon: O-Of course ya do! So... what’d ya enchant it with anyway?

Lucifer: The simplest answer is probably painkiller. 

Mammon: Didn’ look like painkiller. 

Lucifer: Because it’s not. 

Annelie shrieks in the changing room, and Mammon flushes.

Mammon: ...you’re nasty sometimes, ya know?

Lucifer: I wasn’t expecting her to cry out that loudly. 

Annelie: Lucifer!

A flushed Annelie comes out of the changing room wearing the dress, which Lucifer gazes at for a long moment. She returns his jacket to him.

Annelie: When I say I’m sensitive, I mean I’m sensitive. 

Lucifer: Sensitive to a little bit of my magic? I wonder what would happen if I gave you an aphrodisiac. 

Annelie: Don’t you dare.

Lucifer: We’ll save that until the hotel room. 

Annelie: Lucifer, you’re traumatizing your little brother. 

Lucifer: I don’t think “traumatized” is the right word for a voyeur.

Lucifer glares at Mammon, who splutters at the accusation.

Lucifer: And Mammon, if I find you listening to her again, you can sleep outside. 

Mammon: I can't help that you're tryin' to make sure everyone hears her when ya make ‘er scream and whine! 

Lucifer: Then wear earplugs. Now let’s see if those clothes make a difference. 

Lucifer guides Annelie outside, and he sighs to find that his other brothers have left the storefront before he pulls out his D.D.D. and texts them. 

Lucifer: We’re meeting up at Nocta Luna at 6 PM for dinner. Don’t be late, and don't get into trouble.

Mammon tries (and fails) to hide his grin as he sets off for the nearest casino, new shoes in hand. 

Annelie: ...one of them is going to do something really stupid.

Lucifer: That isn’t of my concern right now. Do you feel any better?

Annelie: ...I feel like I shouldn’t say yes. 

Lucifer chuckles. 

Lucifer: I’m relieved. I didn’t know what I was going to do if you couldn’t even bear to be inside the sunlight you missed. 

Lucifer takes hold of Annelie’s hand. 

Lucifer: Well, shall we?

#shameless #self indulgence #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me! #clothing #LuciAnne

[pandorafallz]

Exile AU | Heartbeat of the Clan

tw blood

Norm watched the links and ad the scans run but he could see the vital monitors to see how weak they were. Grace’s connection was weak, and he doubted she was connected or had the mental strength to use her avatar much more than a sit-up and chat. While a glance to Jake’s monitor, while his injury was worse, he had a much better connection with his avatar.

He had his doubts Jake would come here, he hoped for Jake’s survival he’s put doing something for drama on the back burner.

“How are they?” Trudy’s voice was soft, pushing a pack of wet wipes into his hand.

“Weak.” Norm spoke, gladly pulling one out to wipe the red from his hands. God, he hated blood. It was all under his nails still. He hated that. He did wish he had taken a better medical course, but what good was CPR here? He could bandage small cuts, perhaps even a few stitches if it came down to it but this?

This was far beyond him.

He knew bullets did far more damage than it looked to be because of the science behind it; the transfer of kinetic energy would expand the flesh around it into a cavity before the flesh would naturally try to elasticate back. That wasn’t even including the damage to the bone or other body organs that were close by.

The closer it was, the worse it was.

Perhaps the distance between them and the shooter was what stopped both of them from dying so quickly. Jake must have been hit by a bullet that had rebounded off a metal side. The first impact had taken the worse of the energy before his soft squishy body was in its line of trajectory. Something perhaps similar with Grace but she was probably more directly hit.

“Grace’s external bleed is… stopped, good work by the way.” Norm complimented, “But internally, it’s an inside bleeding mess. I think sun-down was wishful thinking.” He tapped along the screen, glad for once the RDA’s paranoid about driver health that the pod contained various body scanners. Enough that he could see the damage to her body and the slowly growing mass of internal bleeding.

Trudy’s hand patted his arm lightly. “Then let’s hope the Na’vi do some magical voodoo…assuming they know their way around a human body.”

“Mo’at does.” Norm was confident that of all people, the Omatikaya Tsahìk would know…but also on the basis, he knew Neytiri was a former student of Grace’s; the human body must have been touched upon at least once.  Mo’at hopefully knew a lot more about gunshot wounds as well given the…unfortunate incidents among the RDA and the Omatikaya before the felling of Hometree.

“Still, you trust her to know how to fix that?” Trudy folded her arms over her chest, eyeing the link signal with discontent. “This was never supposed to happen. Damn, Quaritch.”

“It was Quaritch?”

Trudy nodded. “The Samson has an external camera. I was…reviewing some of the footage when I was checking over the damage to the windows.”

“I…completely forgot about that. Is it okay?” God forbid they'd get stranded here in the middle of the deadliest woods in the universe. So far.

“She’s a tough thing, designed to take a beating. I can patch her up.” Trudy nodded, with some assurance “We’ll need to paint her, so the native don’t try to shoot the out screen…or me for that matter. Do they have a ‘we’re on your side’ colour scheme by any chance?”

Norm shook his head but he liked the idea of that. It’d certainly set their Samson aside. “We could stripe it, white and purple.”

Trudy’s head cocked to the side thoughtfully. “I do like purple.”

Norm smiled. “We have some powder paint to use. Black, white and the primary colours. Mix then just add water then you’re good to go.”

“Sweet.” Trudy didn’t move, though not that he expected her to just move off and start painting at a time like this.

The vitals shifted on Grace’s monitor before he saw the familiar signs of her return. He gently tapped along to turn off the link before Trudy opened up the lid.

Grace looked worse, somehow but her expression was…better than he expected.

“Did everything go well?” Norm asked, “Are they going to help?”

Grace licked her lips tiredly. “We…extended the olive branch.” Her voice was a little raspier now. “I left them coming as a choice but…I think so?”

The answer wasn’t filling Norm was confidence but he reached for the pillows to set under her again. A wince passed her face as he got her comfortable.

“How’s Jake?”

Norm spared a glance over, “He…has a surprisingly stable link. Much stronger as well but… I can’t know where he’s wandered off to. Shame you didn’t tracker his ass the first time he escaped the ambient room. His human body is…another matter. He’s lost a lot of blood and it looks like damage through his kidney and spleen.”

“I thought you could live without your spleen,” Trudy remarked, if quietly.

“Right now, it’s a bag of blood. Never good to lose a bag of blood.” Norm sighed out.

Grace’s lips twitched though her eyes flickered around the room. “Let’s… let’s wait outside.”

Norm looked back at her in surprise. Outside? Where all the danger was. He hoped that wasn’t the blood loss talking; they weren’t equipped with dealing with a wild animal attack if the wrong visitor showed up. “Outside?”

“If…if they come for us, they can’t fit in here. Too big.” Grace licked her lips again, “Trudy, I need  drink. Juice box? Whiskey?”

“I don’t think you should.” Norm interjected, “I’m sorry Grace but… I’m not sure eating or drinking anything should be a good idea when your intestines are a little worse for wear.”

Norm though held her glare but she didn’t argue—thank god because he doubted he could withhold much more. Half-dead, she was still scary when she wanted to be.

“Blood loss can make you thirsty but… let’s get you outside.” Norm looked around, glad to see Jake’s wheelchair was about so he grabbed that up and set beside the link bed. If Grace wanted out… why not let her. Let her feel the Pandoraian air on her skin at the least. It was a beautiful morning.

Carefully, and between them both they lifted Grace into Jake’s wheelchair, pausing for Grace to adjust but it was clear to see she was in much deeper pain now before wheeling her to the airlock. Grace clutched the armrests too tightly, seemingly not noticing as Norm fixed her mask on before they left and the much harder part was the shack emergency steps down—there was no ramp. So it was a colourful affair, to which a hurried grab of Grace’s blanket and soon, Grace was lying on it like it was a picnic blanket on her back.

“Ikran!” Grace called weakly.

Norm flinched as a massive, blue-winged beast suddenly appeared through the treeline, falling back into the foliage and for a second he thought it was going to go for Grace…. But it stopped and the blue person attached to it seemed to look very startled… waved to them then promptly slipped off his saddle, his queue disconnecting in the motion and carried on as gravity intended. The ikran shifted its wing and allowed him to side harmlessly to the wild grassy floor but stood very close which Norm would know would end with his death if he tried to approach. He could feel its eyes but didn’t dare look at it’s face.

Ikrans didn’t like eye contact.

“Wow, that’s one big dinosaur,” Trudy whispered, wide-eyed at being so close that Norm felt puny. He had seen them before but it had been through his avatar. They were big then but now… he was a ready-meal for such a creature.

“Let’s get Jake out.” If he could calm that Ikran the better.

Jake was less lucid though mumbling something about wanting a Toruk as they lifted him from the link bed. Norm felt nausea to see how much red had leaked into the gel bedding; highlighting each and every flaw in its surface or natural diverts and pattern but also, he could feel his hands once again become saturated with the wet red as well which only spread upon the blanket as they set him into his front. The red was more prominent alone his skin and what had soaked into his clothes.

Norm washed his hands as Trudy stayed with them before he hopped into his own, clean link and woke up his avatar, finally giving the body some food—a crappy protein bar but found Trudy sitting on the edge of the blanket watching as two woodsprites seemed to float down. Grace watched it settle on the front of her mask, smiling softly at it as it patted around it’s smooth surface.

 -

 Tsu’tey was not pleased, but he knew the Tsahìk had such a wisdom that carried more weight than just his distaste. Despite her loss, she was willing to save those who had part of the destruction of their home. Death of their people. He respected her and she was more aware than what he lacked.

He should have had more time.

He was not ready for the mantle.

But, for his people he would. He would respect to Tsahìk’s wishes but, he would do no more than what she was asking of him to fulfil that. It was do little to ignore the Tsahìk’s words when the people needed to see his leadership and support with Mo’at. Mo’at’s ream was to the spirits and to interpret Eywa’s will. If Eywa wanted them to live, he couldn’t refuse the Great Mother.

He didn’t have to be happy about it.

That was not what was asked of him and which, he was grateful for Mo’at’s patience.

“Jakesully’s Ikran’s descended, half a mile ahead,” Ka’ani announced.

Tsu’tey nodded tightly, quashing the visible anger on his face and Pa’li moved ahead quickly through the dense forests.

Up ahead, the distinct smell of metal and…fuel was familiar, and the distant quiet of voices. Sky people's voices and the screech of the Ikran, a distant outline showed the metal box, as Graceaugustine had said.

Then a sharp sound of pain was unmistakable.

He clicked his tongue, his hand coming to his bow before they punctured through the last line of trees to see a odd sight of a Dreamwalker, Normspellman who had visited Hometree once, beside an unfamiliar female sky person, a prone form face down on a blanket but the Dreamwalker had a hold of a familiar sky person.

Graceaugustine.

The presence of Atokirina was not unmissed, hovering on the still form of another bloodied sky person, Jake’s human form, but also they floated around Grace as well which he took more notice off

He had been glad to have seen her when she had returned, he couldn’t deny it was unsettling to see her like this. Human. Sky person. He much preferred her Na’vi Dreamwalker. That was familiar.

The Dreamwalker grasped the mask and removed it, all time for Graceaugustine to wrench up into the grass with an echoing cry of pain, but most of what was rejected from her body was red with blood.

“Don’t shoot!” the sky woman called, her hands up but Tsu’tey paid her no heed, if they were to kill them; they could have easily done without them even knowing.

“It’s okay, Trudy. Grace said they might come.” Normspellman said, holding the mask back to Graceaugustine’s face, her breaths fast inside and barely conscious as she lay against his body; so small in comparison.

Tsu’tey slipped off the Pa’li with confidence and wasn’t the only one as his people came to examine the area, two warriors going to check the metal box to see if there was anything of concern about.

“Mo’at allows their care. We will take them to The Tree of Souls to her.” He spoke.

“Oh, okay but you must be gentle. Their bodies are too weak for anything less.”

“Tsu’tey?” the voice was soft through the mask was slipped on properly onto Graceaugustine’s. Blood still upon her lips underneath as her eyes fluttered open. “You came.” Her language switched to Na’vi but to hear her voice in such a tongue brought back the familiarity of lost times. He hated how much he had missed that; when she had been his teacher… how much of a mother she was.

Tsu’tey forced himself closer to the other Dreamwalker, but focused to her mostly.

“It was by Tsahìk’s wishes,” he replied, “You do not have long if your belly fills with blood.” He was no fool of what meaning it portrayed and not to mention, sky people were small and didn’t have as much blood in them. Too late for conventional healing so he trusted Mo’at had a method to salvage Graceaugustine from meeting the Great Mother so soon.

Graceaugustine nodded airily without much thought. Tsu’tey nodded his chin towards the Dreamwalker. “Take that ahead. Ka’ani, you will take the… jakesully.” The name was hard to speak with the weight of the man’s actions upon it. He would rather leave a traitor to die but…the Tsahìk was clear in her interpretation of Eywa. An ever-present reminder for himself he had to keep echoing.

With a nod, the young warrior approached the Ikran first but Tsu’tey made his move, “You will take him.” Nodding to the other limp body. “We will not touch him.”

“Of-of course.” Normspellman hesitated, not sure if to let Graceaugustine go or not but Tsu’tey was not patient for him to decide. Glad to some degree sky people were small, Graceaugustine was easy to pick up like she was simply a child.

The cry from her lips at the movement made him wince but she went limp in his arms. The rise and fall of her chest accompanied by the slight fog against the clear of her mask was the indicator she was alive but Tsy’tey was careful to clamber back onto the Pa’li and lead the way through back.

 -

 Neytiri helped her mother as she stripped Grace’s Dreamwalker of clothes in silence until the empty shell was bare and laid upon the roots, her queue intertwined ready for what her mother planned with Great Mother but she couldn’t help but feel the conflict that rose as she watched Tsu���tey return at the outskirts where the clan was seated ready with some trepidation. Her mother was quick to meet them, directing them off to strip away unnecessary clothes.  

Her eyes followed as Ka’ani came with Jake’s…Dreamwalker and she directed him to set him down. She removed the loincloth and cummerbund from his ribs and finally, his knife holster and set that aside, but she found it hard to look at him without the sense of overwhelming guilt and pain that settled beside each heartbeat.

She loved him and yet… she almost hated the sight of him. He had tricked her, despite her hope that he was not one of the Sky people wanting to hurt them or take from them… and he had wanted to learn and be part of the people. To be with her.

He had lied.

Her people had suffered for it. Many were lost and buried now. Once her sister… now her father. But she was thankful for her mother and that she had lived. She couldn’t take the mantle of Tsahìk so soon.

The guilt of loss, and she had a part to play in the encouragement; to be swept up into his play that she had willingly mated with him. A union approved by Eywa herself. She didn’t doubt the Great Mother’s approval but only her own …but would the Great Mother allow for spiritual separation if she prayed for it? A mate of a traitor was a heavy weight to bear as well but… she would choose her people. Not after what happened. They needed her.  

Her mother returned swiftly.

“Go sit by Grace. She will need your guidance.” Mo’at spoke.

Grateful, Neytiri moved though her eyes followed as Tsu’tey walked with the small, human form of Grace, a sight unfamiliar but she was glad to see he held her with reverence despite her human body.

The other Dreamwalker had returned, this time carrying a different sky form—Jake—but Neytiri couldn’t bring herself to look at him before she helped set Grace down in front of her Dreamwalker and facing inwards towards the three of the great mother.

Grace’s eyes flickered open, hardly focused though she could still see the spark of curiosity that always lay within them.

Her eyes followed her near-bare body, though she could see Grace’s wound was somewhat covered; her mother’s sticky white paste worked wonders to keep such a wound closed but it wasn’t meant for this injury. She recognised the bullet wounds like she had seen through her sister’s body, much like the healed scar along the upper side of Grace’s Dreamwalker’s hip.

There was other bruising now around it but the west in comparison, she could see the pale pink flesh of Jake’s back to see red and purple building covering most of his mid-body, thin legs that looked…odd in comparison to the rest of his body but she turned her eyes away from him to focus her attention back, kneeling beside the form, plants coming to intertwine over all four bodies laid before the Great Mother.

“It’s time,” Mo’at spoke, her eyes following the descent of Atokirina that drifted down, coming to touch upon them.

Neytiri breathed, allowing herself to connect her kuru in to aid in prayer.

 -

 Jake felt like he was out of sync as he laid upon something soft, a low…rhythmic thumping through his mind but he found himself drawn into it like a song of bass. Mo’at’s voice a distance away as well as the voices of the clan but it felt…warm.

Peaceful.

It was almost like a heartbeat. Thumping through his brain, a warm tightness of plants seemed to envelop him like a blanket would on a cold night.

Like he was being lulled to sleep but he knew if he let himself go, he would die. He wasn’t ready for that…

It wasn’t dark, but it felt like he was floating, much like how the dream hunt had started and he found himself sinking back to that experience… feeling like he was flying upon a banshee but his shadow was wrong. No… not wrong. Different. Huge wings that lay upon an ashy wasteland. Orange and black. A Toruk. He could almost feel the air against his winds… but it went beyond that as the memory faded to darkness, the shimmy of light that was all too familiar of the link to waking up that clouded out his senses until he found himself gently moving through the darkness that swiftly followed

The beat thumped soundlessly, through the darkness was a dim light that grew before he found himself standing in Hometree.

Rationally, Jake knew it wasn’t the real thing but he felt the warmth and love for it because…it had become home.

He was not alone, Jake realised as he saw Eytukan standing there by the spiral, Atan and many other fallen Omatikaya too… but he held the Olo'eyktan stare if only for a moment before there was the same glimmer of the Toruk Shadow behind him but Jake couldn’t turn in time, but Eytukan’s eyes widened and flatten back before Jake felt the sense of light change before he was pulled back into the white shimmy of light behind him.

Then darkness.

But the sounds seemed to resonate now, still a beating heart but now, it all sounded different. Louder with each beat.

“Jakesully?”

He felt his ear twitch at the closeness, and a warmth to spread to his shoulder before he realised that he was being touched. His breath came out easy and the pain he had was…gone.

Relief.

Jake found himself taking a few heavy breaths before finding the strength to open his eyes, straight into the concerned eyes of Mo’at. She seemed to relax, as he looked around, his eyes falling upon his…human body but he found himself staring as he realised Grace had not moved; neither human nor avatar.

“Grace?” He croaked, voice still rough from over a day without water. Mo’at and Neytiri also hovered beside her as the Atokirina twirled and danced away like little jellyfish. His heart sank with dread, staring at her avatar intently in some desperate hope that she could pass through.… his heart beat faster until…

Grace’s eyes snapped open.

#avatar #avatar au #avatar james cameron #avatar the way of water #jake sully #grace augustine #exile au #mo'at #neytiri #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #tsu'tey #eytukan #norm spellman #trudy chacon #omatikaya #exile jake #exile grace #exile neytiri #exile kiri #exile norm

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Lance having a PTSD episode! (Whether he works through it or not, maybe the team trying to help but only making it worse?)

Ohhhhh, this is the perfect time to use my headcanon I never talk about 

Trigger Warnings: References to almost drowning

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 “--NCE!!! ---CE!!!” 

Lance opened his eyes, having to blink a couple of times to fully grasp what had happened and where he was. His head pounded and he found himself squinted his eyes against the flashing red lights and the blaring alarms. 

He wasn’t sure where Blue ended up, but she was nose down, causing Lance to be flushed against the belts of his seat. He forced his head up some, trying to grasp where he was. He obviously crashed but where? And why did it feel like he was still moving? 

Through the red lights of the cockpit, all Lance could really focus on was how dark it was getting. He tried to understand what he was seeing but through the pain in his skull and the alarms, his brain was frazzled. 

The only thing he was certain of was Blue was moving, maybe even sinking. 

I can’t be in the ground, I wouldn’t be moving. What is happen-

“-ANCE! Please answer us.” 

Who’s voice is that? It sounded so familiar but he couldn’t place it at this very moment. He fought back a groan, everything hurt. Wherever he landed it was a rough landing. 

“Blue took some serious damage according to our scanners. We need to get him out of there.”

Allura? His mind slowly began to supply a name for him. 

“How? Which lion could even handle that kind of pressure?” 

Lance tried to say something, pushing his voice out of his chest. It came out weak, borderline nonexistent. He took a deep breath, his chest ached, and he needed to get this seatbelt off.

"Guys..." Lance's voice was interrupted by a cough being pulled from his chest, he could not wait till he was in a pod.

"Lance? Are you okay?" Hunk's voice frantically filled the coms.

"Hurts, but okay." Lance knew it wasn't a proper sentence but he was trying his best.

"We're trying to come down and get you but you're sinking quickly. Your lion can handle the pressure but we need to figure out which lion we can send down to get you." Shiro's voice was mostly calm but even Lance could hear the panic behind it.

What did he say? "Sinking?"

"Yes my boy, you fell into the waters of Hovuna. A planet entirely made of water. Water that is denser than the water found on your planet.” Coran said a bit too casually. 

Lance felt a laugh rupture from his lower chest, a laugh that quickly turned into hyperventilating. Lance hated water. He found it borderline humorous that he was selected to be the blue paladin. The Paladin of the lion whose element was water. The element that almost killed him when he was younger.

Lance closed his eyes, trying to will the memories that flashed in his mind away. How cold the water was on his skin, how the current held him and wouldn't let him go. 

He couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t he breathe? He tried to focus on his lungs, he tried to imagine the air flowing in and out of his lungs. He tried to convince his panic brain there wasn't any water in his chest. 

“Lance are you okay?” 

Keith. Okay just focus on Keith. His stupid mullet, his hot-headed attitude, it was useless. Lance knew it was. 

He closed his eyes, his mind forcing him to relive that day. The day he wished he could remove from his memories. 

He was a kid, just turn eight years old. His family took him to the beach, that’s all he wanted to do for his birthday. His mom told him to stay out of the water for a bit, the weather was slowly getting worse; she told him they would come back another day. He didn’t listen. He didn’t fucking listen. 

He bolted down from where his family was, running into the water just like any other day. He heard them call for him but he was too far out. Too far out to hear what they were screaming, too far out to realize he couldn’t simply swim back. 

He was pulled under quickly, quick enough that he didn’t even have a moment to scream. He tried to swim up, he kicked as hard as he could, doing anything he could to break the surface; to get air into his lungs. 

His efforts were fruitless and he soon found his body forcing himself to inhale. Forcing himself to breathe in water. Everything hurt, he couldn’t breathe, he knew he was going to die. 

He didn’t die though, by some miracle he was pulled out of the dark, cold water. By some miracle, they were able to save him. 

He never went back into the ocean, or any water again. 

“---ce your vit--s ar- spik-ng. wh-ts goin- on?!” 

Lance didn’t know who was talking to him, he could hardly make out the words. Everything hurt, no matter how many breaths he took he felt like he was suffocating. He was drowning. 

“I’m going to die I’m going to die not again please not again I don’t want to be here...” he was hardly aware of his blabbering. Even his own voice was falling on deaf ears. 

Voices swam around him, he couldn't make out any of the words they were saying. He didn't even register his own nails digging at his chest, peeling his paladin armor off his chest. Trying to relieve the pressure that was building up in his lungs.

Blue landing on the bottom of this atrocious planet slammed him against his seat some more. He knew he was crying, but he couldn't feel the tears. He knew he was begging whatever being that would listen to him to spare him. He knew he was rambling in both English and Spanish, but nothing made any sense to him.

His vision began to fade between seeing the red lights flashing and darkness. He fought the urge to fall asleep; he didn't want to never wake up again.

He threw his helmet off his head, letting it clatter towards the front of Blue. No matter how many breaths he took he felt as though he had no air.

"Please don't let me drown." Lance heard himself say before everything went dark.

He wasn't asleep, but he wasn't awake. He was in an in-between state, a state he didn't know how to escape. He felt his lion shift, a loud groaning sound of metal being released as the movement began to rise.

The movement dragged on forever before his lion was placed back down on the ground. Was he back on the bottom of the seafloor? Did the planet flip itself over like an hourglass? Was he going to be stuck in the cycle of falling back in forth?

"Lance? Lance are you okay?"

Something was touching him. Someone was touching him. There was a voice, a familiar voice but just like before he couldn't place it. He was being moved, he didn't know where to.

He wanted to wake up. He wanted to get himself out of this state.

Pain exploded from his back, and he found himself gasping as his vision quickly started working again. Everything was bright, too bright.

"Jesus Keith, why did you hit him so hard?"

"I'm sorry! I panicked! You panicked too!"

His lungs forced him to cough as he choked on the air he was breathing. His senses quickly tuned back into his surroundings.

He was sitting on the metal floor, sitting in front of Blue. Shiro was kneeling next to him, his metal hand pressed firmly on his back, Keith kneeling on his other side.

He could tell the others were also there but he wasn't sure where they stood.

"Lance? Are you okay? Did Blue get water in her?"

Lance couldn't respond, he had no control over his body. He could provide the basic functions needed but talking was not a needed function apparently.

Lance looked down at his fingers, trying to focus on his gloves. In and out. In and out. In and out. He let those words become a mantra in his head, trying to tell himself he was safe. He was okay. He never wanted to go near water ever again.

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I'm happy I finally got to write something like this

I hope you liked it <3

Thank you <3333

#langst #lance angst #ptsd episode #hesistent #tw drowning #trigger warning #lance needs a hug #answer anon #my writing #no beta #lance #lance mcclain #lance vld #lance voltron #lance voltron legendary defender