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nicolesainz · 5 months

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Darling (JB 22)

Jenson Button x f!reader (Mark Webbers Daughter)

A/N: Ya’ll can blame the Brawn Doc (which btw was great, go check it out)

Summary: A little visit to your dad’s old friend after the Goodwill festival wouldn’t hurt,right?

Warnings: minors dni, +18, suggestive smut, edging, fingering, p! in v!, age gap (reader is 22)

“Hey Jense, would you mind keeping an eye on her? Missus and I will fly back to Australia but she’s staying here for a friend’s party”

My father would’ve never let me stay in a hotel. It had to be Jenson. Out of all his friends, all the people in the fucking UK, it had to be him.

And reminded that I’m 22. Not underage. And I can legally drink, thank you very much.

“Of course mate. I have a spare room she can use. I’ll barely be home this weekend.” It was the British Grand Prix and he is a presenter for Sky Sports, hence why he won’t be around.

To be fair, I only watch the post race show just to admire him. But my dad doesn’t need to know that, or Jenson himself. He doesn’t have to know how handsome he is or how smart he sounds given his knowledge in Formula One.

What’s more attractive than that?

And the fact that I have secret screenshots of his shots in my phone, but again, no one needs to know.

“Let me get her luggage full of god knows what type of dresses. I don’t even know when she bought them!”

"I hope you know how old I am, dad" I roll my eyes at his comment as Jenson lets out a small giggle, earning a death glare from my dad.

"Before she leaves the house, please make sure to see what she's wearing. And if there are any boys in sight." my dad warns him, as if I am going to enroll myself in the army and fight the enemy, which to him, would've been more preferable compared to a party.

"Got it. We definitely know that you think she's 17" Jenson replies and my mother laughs along, as I try not to burst out.

"If you side with Y/N, I will break your Porche." My dad's voice raise and I glance at Jenson who has a look plastered on his face as if he was offended and scared by the threat.

"I have kids myself, I think she's going to be safe with me. Come on Mark! I was the only driver you never crashed with, kinda." He takes the luggage away from my mother's hands and waves them goodbye as I go and hug them.

"Take care kiddo and if you need anything, im a call away. Also if you want to go to the paddock, the passes are under my name" he kisses my head after having me squeezed in a tight hug.

"Y-yes dad, I know. Now please let me go because I cant breathe."

"Sorry" he sets me free and I join Jenson's side. God he's tall and broad.

"Alright now, shall we?" he looks down at me and I nod, unable to utter a single word, even though I've know him my whole life.

The boys in my university were dying to hear stories with the senior formula one drivers, coming from a daughter of one. It's a nice feeling to narrate all the success and glory of this sport.

"Seriously though, your bag is very light. Are you even carrying anything in here?" Jenson asks, weighing up and down my luggage, flexing his muscles as I try not to drool all over the place.

"Only necessities. Dresses, shoes, makeup, few outfits for the race and condoms." the last one quite shocked him but also was a way of teasing him, given my major crush.

"You have condoms, yet I didn't hear you say panties"

"Won't be needing any"

"And why is that, may I ask?"

"Cause I like to be free. More access and more fun" I wink at him and I stare at his lips, a smirk is growing as each word is leaving mine.

"So you are telling me, that right now, underneath this short but nonetheless breathtaking dress, no panties are worn?"

I get closer to him and whisper softly in his ear:

"Wanna see for yourself?"

Honestly, don't ask me where I found this much confidence and especially with someone twice my age. And a friend of my dad's.

"Behave yourself darling" he coughs lightly to clear his throat and grabs me by the waist, so my dress doesn't float from the summer breeze.

"And what if I don't want you, Mr. Button?"

"Then you'll wish you had never said that" he growls and immediately opens me the door to his McLaren.

When he gets in the drivers seat, he wastes no time and gets on the road instantly. During the ride, there's a comfortable silence filling the atmosphere, until the air coming out of Jenson's window pulls up my dress and his hand quickly falls on my thigh, holding it down once more.

Jenson decides to roll up his window but his hand remains on my thigh and this time, is holding it firmly and starts caressing it from the inside.

Soft sighs leave my mouth, but controlling them is inevitable when his touch was all I have been craving since I turned 18. His foot hits the gas harder, speeding and driving in between the other slower cars. He reminds me of the Jenson back in his Brawn days and I can feel myself pooling just at the thought.

It was the very right time when his hand cupped my bare pussy, feeling the wetness caused by barely a thought of him. The slight touch of his fingers on my trembling self has my knees going paralyzed. I feel like crying from pleasure and yet I don't even know if he's doing that on purpose to embarrass me or if he's actually enjoying it too.

"Oh baby, you're definitely not behaving yourself" he says as his index finger draws circles around my clit. My legs are clenching his hand inside me as the other one holds the steering wheel, looking at his knuckles that have turned white.

"Jenson" I breathe out and moan simultaneously as he starts pumping two fingers inside me fiercely, letting myself to his mercy and unable to react.

"This behavior will have consequences young lady. I warned you" he lets a soft kiss on the crock of my neck and feeling his beard scratching it, I go absolutely insane.

"Then punish me sir" I blurt out without thinking and Jenson drives in seconds at the spot in front of his house, stops the car and places me on top of his lap with just one hand.

Jenson's lips crash into mine without wasting a second as his fingers play with my uncontrollably wet pussy. The feeling of moaning is surely necessary and I don't hold back. My tongue dances with his and the kiss gets deeper like his fingers, hitting perfectly my soft spot.

"You are going to be the death of me" Jenson says as his mouth falls on my neck, sucking it off like there's no tomorrow. My hands try to unbuckle his belt and eventually make it to the part where I can feel his erection growing. It's true what they say, older men do it better.

In other instances I would have been furious, but Jenson ripping my dress, just so he can have better access at my breasts is incredibly hot. I don't care that I am left vulnerable at his sight. At this I was pleading it.

My breast hurt from his kisses and I know in a few hours small red dickies will be covering the surface. My fingers decide to trace the shape of his thick cock but I can tell he wants to feel me. I have teased him and he me, for way too long.

"If you keep being naughty I won't let you cum, dear" a groan escapes his body as I take his length in my hands and caress the veins that have popped out.

"Then I want you to fill me up with your cum" I take him by surprise and I can sense his heartbeat raising from worry. He regards me as something innocent, precious and fragile. Which I am. But I feel ready and I am.

"Are you sure? I mean, have you? Uh? Had sex before?"

"I-uh-well, no. But-"

"Baby we can't do it here. You don't deserve to have your first time on a car. You deserve to be worshipped."

Jenson's words make me blush and my heart was flattering as if I was a fifteen years old again, simply watching him race and get multiple podiums.

He looks around and opens the door of his house and then quickly rushes with me inside and shuts it with such force, my legs started trembling.

Suddenly, he picks me up and carries me all the way to his bedroom. A dark room filled with some of his most iconic trophies and with his smell that has been covering my entire body since the moment I entered his car.

He turns on the soft baby lights on the bedrest and takes a look at my flushed self, covered with hickies he's gifted me. His eyes scan me from head to toe as if he's about to feast.

"I want you to tell me to stop whenever you feel uncomfortable in any way." He kisses me softly and I nod my head, knowing that he would never hurt anyone.

Jenson stands up and with his strong arms parts my legs so he can have a clear vision of my already swollen womanhood. My breast are half showing from inside my bra and my lips are bitten to the core. I am a mess but he seems to like it.

He removes his shirt in quick motions revealing his god like crafted body with the hints of dark ink covering his lower v and shoulder. I had never seen them before and I am was very pleased with what was in front of my eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to strip off his trousers and be left with simply his boxers that were trying to hold in his hardened cock and my patience as well. They were giving me a preview of what was about to happen.

As Jenson lowered his body his hands were hoisting down his boxers, revealing himself and it wasn't just my mouth that was drooling but also my pussy.

His hands now were on the insides of my thighs, holding them fiercely, whilst mine were hanging around his neck. I felt like my heart was about t burst out of my chest.

"Are you ready baby?"

I was at loss for words so I gave him a final kiss for reassurance that he could continue.

In slow motions, he lowered even more and started inserting himself inside me, pumping slowly as I was trying to get used to his size. My cries were out of control as Jenson was deepening himself and my pussy was stretched to its limits.

"Jesus, you're clenching me so well darling" he breathed out and I tried to open my legs wider for his pleasure. Jenson was panting on the hem of my neck and upping the pace of his thrusts.

"Dear lord this feels so good" It feels better than good. As if I am in the seventh heaven. I don't think any man will ever make me experience this. And I don't think I want to either.

"Say that again" he demands with a harder thrust, hitting my G-spot, earning the biggest moan of the night, echoing at the entire house.

"You make me feel so damn good Jenson" I gulp hard as I try to catch my breath and scratch his back from the pain that this gives me.

"And I shall be the only one darling" he hoists me up and removes my bra with a single movement, freeing my breasts and enjoying the sight, as they are bouncing up and down along with the trusts.

"Only you Jenson" I scream his name as loud as I can and his chest fills with pride as I am reaching my height.

"Cum sweetheart. Let go" I can't hold it in much longer and I cum all over his cock. He doesn't remove himself from inside me and I don't want to. This felt so right even though for some it's very wrong.

"That was, perfect" I say in a whispering manner as I am unable to speak louder. I am so wasted but full of thrill.

"You deserve it. You deserve to be treated like that dear"

#jenson button #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #fanfic writing #f1 drivers

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Okay okay so dad!Eddie picking up his kid after preschool instead of Reader and taking them out for ice cream as a treatttt? ily wifey

Anything for you, my darling! So glad that you love dad!eddie just as much as I do! 💖

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“Surprise, baby.”

The hands on your hips startle you, making your husband chuckle against your ear. He slides his hands around to your front and tugs your body back against his.

“What’re you doing home?” you ask.

“Slow day at work,” Eddie says, pressing kisses against your shoulder. “Figured I’d take the afternoon off and spend it with my family.”

Grinning, you spin around in his arms, and reach up to cup his cheeks. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest man ever?”

“That’s what they say,” Eddie retorts with a wink.

“Well, I was just about to leave to pick up the little troublemaker,” you say. “But I think he’d like it if his Daddy showed up instead.”

Eddie’s eyes light up, the most adorable expression on his face. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you say with a laugh. “But watch out for those moms.” You pout, holding a finger up at him. “They all think you’re hot and you’re mine.”

“Like any of them could compare to you,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Should we go out to dinner tonight?”

“Spoiling us today, aren’t you?” you ask with a smirk. “Sounds nice, though.”

Giving you one last kiss, Eddie pats your ass, making you squeal as he pulls away. “Maybe tonight we’ll try and give the rugrat a little sister.” Before you can respond—a flush coming to your face—he throws you a wink and is heading out the front door. Eddie could be a menace, but he knows you love it.

The halls of the small school are loud as Eddie makes his way to his son’s classroom. There’s a small crowd surrounding the classroom door, mostly of mothers waiting to pick up their small children.

“Eddie, right?”

Eddie turns his head to see a vaguely familiar looking woman with short black hair, giving him a blindingly bright smile.

“Yeah,” he says, giving a polite smile in return. He really hopes she doesn’t expect him to remember her or her child because he’s coming up short.

“I’m Eva. Andy’s mom.”

“Right,” Eddie says, nodding his head. He’s almost positive he’s never heard her nor Andy’s names before.

“Your wife is usually here, right?”

Obviously, since I’m not, he thinks.

“She sure is. Figured I’d come get the little one today,” he says.

“That’s so sweet,” Eva coos. “You’re such a good dad.”

I mean, he’s my kid too, Eddie thinks.

Thankfully, the classroom door opens, saving Eddie from having to come up with a response. Over a dozen tiny humans pour out of the room, scattering like ants to find their parents. A joyful and familiar gasp greets Eddie’s ears.

“Daddy!”

“Jack!” Eddie grins and scoops his son up in his arms, peppering kisses all over his face. He’s distantly aware that some moms are watching him, and he’s not sure whether he should tell you about it to say that you’re right, or to ignore it so you don’t get that little nerve twitch in your eye that happens when you get jealous.

“I missed you!” Jack wraps his little arms around Eddie’s neck, making his heart swell. The four-year-old pulls back to look at his dad.

“I missed you too, pal,” Eddie says. “How was school?”

“S’good,” Jack says as Eddie places him back down on the ground. He reaches his little hand up and grabs onto his father’s. “We learned a new song. And then we got to color, and I stayed mostly in the lines this time.”

Eddie can’t help but beam as his son chatters on about his day, leading his dad by the hand towards the exit of the school. Once they get to the car, Eddie picks Jack up again, pressing a few more kisses to his face as the little boy giggles.

“Daddyyyy!”

Ceasing his attack, Eddie chuckles and smooths down the light brown curls adorning his son’s head. His hair might be a little lighter than his dad’s, but his eyes are that same intense brown that has mom melting with a simple look, just like she’s always done with dad.

“Let’s get you buckled in, yeah?” Eddie sets Jack’s small backpack down on the seat and helps Jack get situated in his booster seat. Unable to resist pressing another kiss to his boy’s head, Eddie does so one more time before getting into the driver’s seat. “I was thinking. How would you feel about getting some ice cream?”

Jack’s eyes light up, making Eddie grin from where he can see him in the rearview mirror.

“Yes!” Jack squeals.

Eddie turns the radio on as he pulls out of the parking lot. Ozzy Osbourne’s Crazy Train is playing and as Eddie begins to sing along, he hears Jack attempting to sing along, mostly babbling along to the general tune of the song. A glance in the mirror sees Jack shaking his head around as well, an honorable attempt at head banging for a toddler. When Eddie parks in front of the ice cream parlor, he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns around to face Jack, playing the air guitar to the song. The little boy giggles and starts to flail his hands around in a good imitation of air drumming. The song ends and Eddie lets out a deep breath.

“Ready?” he asks his son.

“Ready!”

Getting out of the car, Eddie scoops his son out of the backseat and holds him up over his head.

“Super Jack!” Eddie calls. The toddler holds his tiny fists in front of him like Superman soaring through the skies. Grinning, Eddie lowers him and holds the boy on his hip as he steps into the ice cream shop. “Okay, what flavor do you want?”

Jack hums as his big brown eyes take in the wide variety in front of him. Eddie can practically see the drool leaking from his mouth. “Stwawberry!”

“Strawberry,” Eddie repeats. “Sounds good. Sprinkles?” Jack turns his head to give his father a look of, “duh.” Eddie chuckles and rubs his hand against his son’s stomach. “Right, right.”

Once Eddie has his cone of mint chocolate chip and Jack has his strawberry with sprinkles, the two sit across from one another in a red vinyl booth in the 50’s themed parlor.

“How was school?” Eddie asks.

“Good,” Jack says, little legs kicking underneath the table.

“What did you do?”

“Dunno,” Jack answers.

“You don’t know?” Eddie raises his eyebrows. “You telling me that I send you to preschool everyday just for you to come home and forget everything you did? Are they brainwashing you?” Jack giggles and shakes his head. “They hypnotizing you?” The little boy continues giggling even though he’s not sure what “hypnotizing” means. But it’s his daddy joking with him, so he’s going to laugh.

“Had show and tell,” Jack says after another bite of ice cream. “I showed the buttons you put on my backpack.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks with a grin. “How’d the rugrats like the Iron Maiden and Megadeth pins?”

“They liked Casey’s pet bunny better,” Jack says with an adorable pout.

“Kids got no taste,” Eddie says, shaking his head.

“Daddy?”

“Jack?”

“I want—.”

“A bunny?” Eddie interrupts. “Sorry, pal. I don’t think so.”

“No,” Jack says. “S’not what I want.”

“What is it then? More ice cream? We’re going out to dinner with Mommy, so no more.”

“I want a baby sister.”

Eddie almost chokes on the lick he just took of the bright green ice cream. “What?”

“Brian brought pictures of his new baby sister,” Jack says of his best friend. “He told us all about her and I want one.”

“Jesus, you and I are more alike than we already knew,” Eddie mumbles under his breath before addressing his son. “Uh, I’ll talk with Mommy about it, okay?”

“K,” Jack says as he finishes up his ice cream. “Brian says his Mommy carried the baby anyway. So yeah, ask.”

Eddie chuckles, knowing his son is envisioning his mother holding a baby in her arms, instead of how Brian’s mother carried the kid’s baby sister.

Eddie carefully opens the front door, balancing his sleeping son in his arms. Whether it was the sugar rush or the lulling drive home, Jack had passed out halfway to the house. Quietly shutting the door behind them, Eddie presses a kiss into Jack’s curls. Padding softly down the hall towards the little boy’s bedroom, Eddie meets you coming out of your shared room.

“Hey,” you whisper, smiling at the toddler tucked up in your husband’s arms. Eddie rests his head against the soft curls and throws you a wink.

“Hey, gorgeous. Looks like all the excitement from having Dad pick him up has worn him out.”

“Either that or a sugar high,” you say. Eddie’s eyes widen and before he can open his mouth, you laugh and gesture to where a pink splotch has smooshed against Eddie’s shirt from your son’s. “Strawberry, huh?”

“What a messy rugrat,” Eddie says with a sigh. He smooths down some of his curls, gazing down fondly at the sleeping boy.

“Like father, like son,” you tease.

“Oh, more than you know,” Eddie says with a smirk. Raising an eyebrow at him, you follow him to Jack’s room.

“What’s that supposed to mean? The moms at school aren’t flirting with him too, are they? Because then I have serious concerns.”

Eddie huffs a laugh as he lays Jack down on his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle blanket.

“No,” he says as he stands back up. “Though apparently Andy’s mom knows me for some reason. Ah, there’s the twitch of the eye! Anyway, no, your son told me he wants something today. Something I very recently told you I’d like as well.”

“And what might that be?” you ask, following Eddie as he walks out of the bedroom.

Eddie snorts and shakes his head. “You’re going to think I’m lying.”

“Since when have you ever lied to me?”

“Okay,” Eddie says as he walks into the kitchen. He turns around to face you, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Jack told me he wants a baby sister.” Your eyes widen, making Eddie laugh. “Swear to God. He said Brian brought in pictures of his baby sister and now he wants one.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you decide to throw a curveball at Eddie. “Okay. Come on.” You turn on your heel and stroll out of the kitchen.

“What?” Eddie asks, following you into the hallway.

“Do you want to get started or no?” You look down at your watch. “We’ve probably got half an hour before he wakes up. Want to get a move on it, or what? Babies don’t make themselves.”

“Shit, yeah!” Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, practically throwing you into your bedroom. Your laughter crackles through the house, but Eddie puts a hand over your mouth. “Gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Or am I going to have to put that mouth to use?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

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all4seth · 22 days

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can u write something with seth being more touchy than usual nd ppl noticing nd teasing him about it, nd like u can write the rest😔❤️IDK IF U TAKE REQUESTS ND ITS FINE IF U DON'T DO U, LOVE UR WRITING💞

seth clearwater x reader

summary: you and seth attend edward and bella’s wedding that takes place in the evening (unlike in the movies where it's noon or something)

i barely ever write anymore, i’m so sorry you had to wait this long for this 😔

i clumsily entered the living room and as i did, two pairs of eyes measured me up and down before my parents jumped up and hugged me.

“you look stunning sweetheart” my mom said, tucking strands of my hair behind my ear. “i knew this shade of purple would look incredible on you”

“thanks, mom”

“i thought you weren’t supposed to show up looking prettier than the bride” my dad joked.

i rolled my eyes and hugged him, just as the doorbell rang. i followed behind my parents, nervously fidgeting with my dress. as soon as they opened the door, they stepped aside, revealing my boyfriend.

my handsome boy.

he was holding two bouqutes of flowers, one of which he handed to my mom, who accepted it happily.

as his gaze met mine, his eyes widened and the world stood still, like it did the first time we ever saw each other.

“you are so beautiful”

my parents made us pose for a picture and they watched us in awe as we headed towards the car.

seth wrapped his arm around my waist and i gently let my head fall onto his shoulder.

“whose car is this?”

“billy lend me jacob’s since he’s… you know”

he started the engine and drove slowly, since it was still quite early.

“i still can’t believe edward and bella are getting married! i mean, everyone knows how in love they are, but still, this is huge! and they’re both just 18” i blurted out.

“it is kind of mind blowing"

seth placed his right hand on my thigh and my heart skipped a beat.

“is this alright?”

“yes” i answered and gave him a huge smile, which he must’ve seen, even though his eyes were glued to the road, because a shy smile quickly grew on his face.

"do you think they’re too young though?" seth asked, after taking a few moments to compose himself. "bella and edward, i mean”

“they are, they’re just about to graduate. on the other hand, they love each other and love drives us all crazy” i giggled.

“do i make you crazy?” seth asked jokingly.

“soo insane, but i bet it’s nothing compared to the other way around”

“i’m crazy about you” seth looked at me for a slight moment and my heart jumped again.

“i’m crazy about you too, seth, you have no idea”

after a little while, he pulled into the cullens’ driveway and reached for my hand as he opened the door for me.

i placed my palm in his and kissed him briefly. his face lit up and he kept me close, his arm around my waist.

we were warmly welcomed by esme, who led us to the garden.

fairy lights hung from the trees, resembling fireflies. a few rows of wooden seats were placed before the altar that stood covered in white, dainty flowers, much like the rest of the place. some of their petals had fallen on the ground, giving the scene a fairytale-like air.

seth placed his warm hand on my lower back and kissed my cheek.

“are you alright, sweetheart?”

“it’s beautiful” i stated, still in awe of the remarcable scenery.

“so beautiful” he whispered.

i turned to him, but he was already looking at me.

we sat down and people started showing up.

finally, bella walked down the aisle, holding tightly onto her father’s arm. edward stood patiently, looking at her as if it was only the two of them, nothing else mattered. tears streamed down my face, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.

they vowed and kissed and it hit me - there’s no such thing as ‘too early’ when it comes to love. it’s all about taking risks and putting your pride aside, because once you find the one person you know was made for you, you must hold tightly onto them.

“i love you so much” i whispered to seth.

“i love you too, beautiful” he gently placed his right hand on my hair and kissed my forehead.

his left hand stayed on my thigh, while the other fell onto my shoulder.

once the party started, seth and i were separted by the crowd, when bella pulled me aside.

“congratulations, sweet girl, you did it!”

i embraced her into a hug, and when i tried pulling away, she held me a bit tighter and whispered "not yet, i just need a moment"

"wow, you're a mess!" i laughed, referring to her makeup, which was mostly gone, due to her crying multiple times. "but you're a pretty mess and i don't blame you; God knows how many times i cried during the ceremony and it's not even my wedding!"

"it's so not safe for me to cry here, alice yells at me and emmett makes fun of me"

“where’s he taking you for the honeymoon?” i asked, excitedly.

“i really don’t know, he won’t tell me” bella laughed.

suddenly, i felt a hand on my waist and felt seth’s lips on my shoulder.

“well, hello to you too” i laughed and pecked his lips.

bella giggled awkwardly and looked around for her groom, who was at her side in an instant.

“you better slow it down, seth, these people seem too tired to handle another wedding tonight” edward joked and we all burst out laughing, but seth’s hands remained glued to my hips.

after a few moments, they both laughed as if one of them had cracked some joke bella and i couldn't hear, so she and i simply exchanged a suspicious look.

the newly wed couple was quickly stolen away from us by the other guests, and seth and i found ourselves wandering towards the quiet forest.

we got to a dimly lit opening; “a thousand years” could still be heard from the speakers.

“how can i love when i’m afraid to fall?”

seth tenderly let his hands fall onto my hips and looked me in my eyes and the same feeling came right back into my chest.

“all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow”

i let my head rest somewhere between his chest and his shoulder, while we slow danced.

"i have died everyday waiting for you/ darling don't be afraid, i have loved you for a thousand years"

seth and i hummed along and mumbled the lyric "i'll love you for a thousand more"

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drysdaleknieslee · 5 months

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Wipe Out - L.H.

This is my second series I plan to start, but my first on with Luke so please enjoy (and be nice)! It's 2,199 words so, again, enjoy!

Only disclaimers are: death, mentions of parental death

Spring of ‘22

This was the day. The day that I would be leaving home to go to school. In Michigan. So far. Farther than I expected and farther than I wanted, but they're the only college that accepted me even with the good grades I struggled to make. They also gave me a full-ride volleyball scholarship, which sealed the deal. But now it feels too real.

“Come one, honey, or we’ll miss our flight,” my mom screamed downstairs. It’s always been me and my mom. Since losing my dad at the age of eight, she’s always done her best to make me a happy child and give me so many opportunities to be great. I had a great childhood, and she did a lot for me, but now I can’t help but think how she’ll handle me not being in the house anymore. “I’m coming.”

I grab the last of the things I think I will need and give one last look at my room in the place I’ve called home for nearly 11 years. I was born in Michigan initially because that’s where my dad is originally from. But him being in the military, they stationed us in Hawaii when I was seven, right before he passed, and we never moved back. This was my home. I have friends here that I’ve known since we got here, neighbors that we had parties with. I try not to get emotional walking down the stairs because if Mom sees me crying, then she’ll cry, and it will be a big mess.

All my bags and equipment are downstairs, and my mom looks over my plane ticket for the umpteenth time. She was a little Chinese lady, about 5’2, and I towered over her at 5’9 thanks to my dad's lovely genes. Her reading glasses sit on the edge of her nose as always, with her hair in a slick ponytail, with a standard t-shirt and jeans.

“Make sure you have everything. Goggles, jackets, sweaters, mittens- “

“Mom, I’m just going to Michigan, not the North Pole,” I say jokingly. She, Mrs. Li, does not laugh.

“I know, but you are going to be moving to a completely different climate, and I do not want you calling me with a stuffy nose and saying you can’t perform with a stuffy nose or the flu.”

I watch her shuffle in the kitchen as she scolds me while actively checking her mental list of everything she thinks I need. This is her way of coping. I’ve seen it before. At my father's funeral, it took her 35 minutes before she would let the ceremony move on because she was arguing with the funeral home.

“Mom, stop and look at me for a second.” Hesitantly, she stops pacing and looks at me with a groan. I walk over to her, take her hands in mine, and stare into those big brown eyes filled with worry, anxiety, and sadness.

“I will be ok. I know you’re worried about me being out of the house and not knowing what will happen to me. But I promise you, I will be ok. I will call you when I get to the airport, before I board after I land, and when I get to the dorm.” Her lips started to tremble. She slowly nods her head after my reassurance.

“I know. You’re a good girl, and I know you won't do anything wrong. It’s all happening so fast, and I’m worried about the world you'll enter.”

I hugged her before she could see the tears I was trying to hold in. We silently said I love you before remembering I had a plane to catch.

The ride to the airport was silent, but it was a comfortable silence. I held my mom's hand to comfort her more than myself. I checked my bags and got one last look at the place I called home. Me and I hugged one last time before I had to rush to the gate. After passing TSA, I shot her a quick I love you. I will text you when I land.

The plane ride was relatively smooth, and I could feel the altitude difference as soon as we entered Michigan Airways. It wasn’t as cold as I thought, though it was spring. However, compared to the almost year-round summer in Hawaii, I did need to adjust a bit. I texted my mom when I left the plane and headed straight to baggage claim—Ski’s on full display compared to everyone else’s luggage. You’d think I was going on vacation.

The taxi ride to the school was nerve-wracking. I was here. I’m going to college in Michigan, and I’m going to have a roommate and classes.

“We’re here, Miss.” “Oh. Thank you,” I said to the taxi driver before I paid him and got out of the car. This place was HUGE. The pictures don’t do it justice. This truly is a beautiful campus. But it’s still significant, and I struggled to find the admissions office. There are so many students out and club setups that it's hard to pinpoint the location.

“Hey, you seem lost. Where are you going with ski, by the way?”

I turn to where the voice comes from and see a tall, blonde, smiley-looking guy. “My name is Ethan. Ethan Edwards”, he says as he holds his hand out to me to shake. And I graciously do.

“Oh, um, I’m Lia Li-Hendricks. I’m a freshman, and I’m trying to get either to admissions or to orientation.” His face lit up at that.

“No way! I’m a freshman, too. I and a group of friends are heading to orientation now. They’re holding the ceremony and then pairing us with dorm mates. Wanna come with us?” he asks as he gestures to the tall guys behind him. Do all good-looking guys go to Michigan? I’m assuming so.

“We’re on the Michigan hockey team. That’s Dylan Duke,” he says, pointing to one of the shorter guys in the group, “and that’s Rutger,” pointing to a guy where you can hear his laugh from a mile away, “and that’s Luke.”

Luke was tall as well. Lanky, but you can tell he has a build to him, with curly hair and a cute, crooked smile.

“There’s more of us. Trust me. They are all already at orientation or a sophomore or junior, so they know how this works.”

As we walked towards the group of guys, I realized just how tall these guys were. I thought I was a giant, but these guys knocked it out of the park. I must crane my neck to look at some of them.

“Hey, guys. This is Lia, and she will be a part of our group today for orientation.”

“Hello, Lia. My name’s Rutger. But you can call me Rut. Or Roger. Or Fridge-”

“Alright, Rut, she’s got it.”

The rest give me a silent hello, but other than that, I like this group. This doesn’t seem so hard.

“So, Lia,” says the boy I’ve learned is Mark as we walk, “where are you from? Judging from your short sleeve and shorts it's somewhere warm.”

“No, well, kind of. I was born in Michigan, but because of my dad’s work, we moved to Hawaii and have been there ever since. Until now, of course.”

“That’s so cool! I bet it's so cool to live in Hawaii. All the babes-” Dylan nudges him before laughing softly. I like these guys. The orientation walk was fun. These were the most hyperactive group of guys I’ve ever met. I noticed Luke stayed behind a bit, but he'd chuckle when he heard something funny.

Orientation went smoothly. I met some clubs and sororities, but none seemed to like me. Plus, I like the idea of staying in a dorm. Having a roommate and decorating how I want. Before heading to the dorms, Ethan told me about a party the sports teams were having tonight, and I reluctantly agreed. He’s so convincing with his puppy dog eyes. Classes start immediately tomorrow, so I will try to stay for only an hour at most.

Walking down the dorm hall, I find my room number, it sounds like someone is already rummaging in the room, and I mentally hope that my roommate isn’t a psychopath. I slowly creak the door open and see a body with bright red curly hair. “Hello?”

She quickly turns her head around with wild eyes and horn-rimmed glasses. Her eyes are bright green, and she’s covered in…paint?

“Oh, hi! My name is Ollie! Short for Olive”, she says, holding out a red-painted hand. I hesitate for a moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s paint. Not blood, I promise! Scouts honor!”

I oddly like her in an unconventional, soon-to-be-best friend sort of way. “What are you…painting?”

“Just a little project mainly for myself. I’m an art major. I want to be a cartoonist. What about you?”

“Oh, um, major is sports medicine, and minor is a veterinary medicine.”

“That’s cool! And judging by the volleyball equipment, you’re an athletic body anyway. Well, I can’t wait for us to have fun this year. Hey! Are you going to the sports team's party tonight? I must go as a girlfriend of an athlete”.

“Yeah, Ethan begged me to go.”

“Oh great, you’ve met Ethan Edwards. That’s the boyfriend in reference. Well, we got two hours to get ready. I hope you're ready to doll yourself up!”

-----------------------------------At the Party-----------------------------

There were so many people here that it was almost suffocating, but Ollie, my designated extrovert, talked for me most. Finally, we go to the hockey guys, and everything buzzes. I think these guys are either already drunk or just excited. There were other guys from other teams there as well. I even met another girl on the ski and swimming teams, Chelsea and Maggie.

“You guys made it!” shouted Ethan over the conversation. He reaches out to Ollie, and they share a sweet moment. They are oddly made for each other.

After Ollie joins Ethan, I’m basically by myself on the quad. I find a spot under a nearby tree to lean against and people-watch. I can get used to this. I texted Mom shortly after orientation and sent her a picture of Ollie and me in our dorm room. I quickly snap another picture of the quad full of people to send to her.

“Are you enjoying your first day?” says a voice behind me, and I nearly jump out of my skin. It was Luke.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I just saw you by yourself and thought you would like some company. Also, sorry I didn’t talk to you much today.” “Thanks, and it’s fine. It was a hectic day for everyone. And I’m just taking a picture for my mom.”

“She misses you, huh?”

“Severely. Since my dad’s passing, she has become overprotective. And being an only child doesn’t make it any better, so she’s alone.”

“I’m sorry about your dad and your mom. I have three brothers so I can relate much. But I know how it feels to be alone, sometimes.”

This is the most Luke has talked to me today, and it’s the most relaxed I’ve been since I set foot on this campus. We sit in comfortable silence before the buzz dies down, and we notice that people are heading to their dorms.

“I’ll walk your back,” he says, pushing himself off the tree.

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I insist. Ethan is already back and dropped off Ollie, and it’s dark.”

I could tell by his tone that it was more of a statement than a question. I complied and we both started on our way to the Martha Cook building. It wasn’t too far from the quad and there was a comfortable silence between me and Luke. When we got to the outside of the building, that’s when the awkwardness set in. Neither one of us knew how to say goodbye. “Well, hopefully we have classes together.”

“I hope so,” I said with a small laugh. He reciprocated with that lopsided grin of his. “Well, thanks for walking me back. I hope it’s not too far from your dorm.”

“Nah, not really and it’s no problem.”

There’s that silence again.

“Goodnight Luke.”

“Goodnight Lia.

Let’s say I went to bed with a few butterflies that night and severe anxiety. Classes start tomorrow.

------------------------ Next Morning in Econ--------------------

“Psst!”

What the hell?

“Psst!”

Who is making that noise? I can’t look like I’m not paying attention on the first day. The professor is going to chew my ass off. Make it subtle.

There isn’t a sign of anyone trying to get my attention. It must be coming from behind. I slowly looked around and…

Oh no!

“Hey Lia, Luke needs a pencil, but he doesn’t want any of mine. Mind giving him one?”

Why are Luke, Rutger, Ethan, and Tyler Duke all in my Econ class?! Directly behind me?! Luke’s face is red as a tomato, and Rutger has the biggest shit-eating grin.

This semester is going to be the end of me!

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Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️

“Send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll write it from the other persons POV”

I was wondering what Anna’s POV would be like from “Come in Raven, This is Blackbird” 🥰

Hello my lovely! So at first I wasn’t sure how to do this but after thinking about it for awhile, I decided to write this as a memory for Anna Raven. I made her around preteen age here, I hope you like it!

Memory from Come in Raven, This is Blackbird: Anna POV

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Word Count: 795

A/N: Tiny surprise at the end 😉

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

The silver picture frame felt cool against your fingers. Along the top of your dresser, you had a handful of picture frames. The photos inside ranged from when you were a baby all the way up until your first dance with your friends last year.

The one in your hand was from when you were a toddler, on vacation with your parents, your Uncle Frank and Auntie Maria, and their two kids, Junior and Lisa.

Every summer from when you were small, you would go upstate to a cabin in the woods for an extra-long weekend and for your annual “hunting” trip. You had a vague memory of your first time in the woods, holding your tiny water pistol and Uncle Frank trying to teach you how to work the walkie talkie.

In order to hold the radio, you had to put your water gun down. It was big so you had to hold it with both hands; it made it difficult to push the button so you could talk into it.

Hiding behind a massive tree, Uncle Frank showed you how to talk into the radio.

“Where’s the button, Little Raven?” He had asked you. Now, even though you were almost a teenager, he still called you “Little Raven.” Everyone did.

Uncle Frank’s voice was always low and husky sounding when he talked to you, as if he was trying not to scare you by the loud booming voice he normally had.

“That’s it. You push that button and you can talk to Daddy, yeah? And if he calls us first, we say ‘Go for Blackbird.’” He said with a slight smile. “But we have to be really quiet because Mommy is looking for us and she’s not on our team.” Uncle Frank put his finger up to his lips to make the “shhhhh” sound and you copied him, using the antenna on the radio instead of your finger.

“Ok, Uncle Frankie…shhhhh!” You had said. “Not let Mommy find us.”

You remembered hearing the wind blow the dry leaves across the forest floor and it scared you a little. You didn’t know if it was Mom, Junior or Lisa.

Looking up at the trees, they were so big compared to you and warm rays from the sun touched your cheeks. They didn’t look THAT big to you anymore but they still loomed large above you. And you didn’t have to hold the walkie talkie with two hands anymore.

That first trip was a lot of fun. You do remember that, shouting into the radio, giving away Dad’s position, and Uncle Frank trying to correct you on what you were SUPPOSED to say when you answered.

You were just really excited to hear Dad’s voice over the radio.

“This is Blackbird, this is Blackbird…come in Raven.” You heard Dad say.

When you heard Dad’s voice, you couldn’t contain your excitement so you just blurted out, “Hi, Daddy!!!”

Uncle Frank covered his eyes with his palm. “Sweetheart, what did we practice?!” He said as he picked you up and placed you on his hip.

You smiled when you heard Mom’s voice on the radio; she told Uncle Frank she shot Dad right between the eyes. You couldn’t remember the entire conversation over the radio but Uncle Frank told you to say hi to Mom and she taught you to say “over and out.”

The picture was from your very first trip to that cabin. You were wearing a camouflage outfit that Auntie Maria had made for you at your Uncle Frank’s request, according to your Dad. Mom hadn’t seen the outfit yet so she burst out laughing when she saw you.

Through her laughter, she had said, “Really Frank? A Rambo headband?!”

You had the headband on in the photo. It really was a fun trip as was every visit to the cabin since then.

“Whatcha doin’ Little Raven?”

It was Mom.

“Just lookin’ at the picture from the cabin.” You replied.

Mom moved closer so she could see the photo and she smiled.

“Ah, that was your first trip. You remember that?” She asked.

It was a little nauseating but your parents are just as in love with each other now as they were back then, possibly even more. They looked so happy in that picture and they still do when they look at each other. Sometimes, it was a little embarrassing.

“I remember some of it.” You replied.

Mom put her hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“You all packed and ready to head up there?” She asked.

You nodded.

“Big Raven and Auntie are meeting us up there so let’s go find Dad and your brother.” Said Mom.

You nodded and smiled. “Ok, Mom.”

You were more than ready for another adventure.

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If Sabrina does get added to fashion club, I'm curious to see where she falls on hero-villain spectrum. Personally, I could see two options for her. First is she's like Claude, still "evil" (though she more so just a bitch) but the whole ending the world and nullification/ erasing all emotion thing is way too far for (especially when she see what it did to Amber). The second idea is that she's like Orochi in Fav & Mad, someone to pure acts on her whims and desires and it's those whims and desires that dictate in what circumstances she's either a ally or foe to the heroes.

So, we have two designs for "precanon sabrina."

We have "Sabrina Ratif" The bible describes her as a "rule stickler" and she seems to have access to a "class call" notebook. She definitely has a "teacher's pet" energy about her. She is also described as a chatterbox- talking nonsense in order to seem interesting- and can even lie to inflate her sense of importance... turning lying into an art.

sounds a bit familiar, hm?

and we also have this design. Which still seems to lean into her "class president" or "uncool nerd girl"

wait hold on this is official documentation how did that slip through... i'm going to assume that was a translation error...

I'm assuming this piece of info about her is about the same time that art was made, as Juleka was described as "She’s a bass player in a Goth band" and her design in this line up.. lines up with the description.

(the design, if anyone needs a reminder.)

Reeling back to Ratif, (and by extension the later design) is that she is very wooed by Chloe: "She worships Chloe, whose beautiful blonde hair, matte skin and personality she admires."

(what Chloe looked like btw. Still rocking "Melody from the QK's look", while slowly transitioning into the villainess we know today.)

A pale white girl admiring someone's "matte skin and blonde hair" feels like something I am wholly unable and unequipped to make proper commentary on. But I get very very bad vibes with how Sabrina is portrayed as "worshiping her beauty" and, considering how this attitude is carried all the way through the canon show..

Well.

I understand that teens tend to judge themselves harshly compared to their peers, and that someone like Sabrina (who has a cop for a dad) might pressure herself into being someone who dresses "properly" and gets top grades. Kids get that way, desperate for approval... and when she encounters Chloe- who seems to pull off her looks flawlessly and with confidence- it's no wonder she is drawn to her, even if that relationship makes her self-esteem worse.

"Ah, her hair falls so easily into waves, and my hair is so unnameable." "Her clothes are nicer than mine" "She's able to say what she wants so freely without worrying what people think of her."

I think this is a great bedwork to elevate Chloe as a character, to show the extent of her selfishness and to use and abuse others who are emotionally fragile or are in less than ideal situations. (a thread that canon lost because she does this to ONLY Sabrina and her father... then backpedal entirely because they later have the narrative state that this is what they want. Everyone else tolerates her at best.)

Sabrina doesn't need to be a complicated character, tertiary characters don't need tons of depth and character development, and they exist to elevate other. more important characters. However, it doesn't mean that their stories can't be meaningful. Sabrina breaking free of Chloe's influence can suggest that "Even the most hopeless can break free of being star struck"

While directly unconfirmed, I think this IS her as Dragonfly. Greenhopper and Killer Bee are clearly Alix and Chloe, and the three were depicted and planned to be a trio of bullies. Plus, her red hair and green eyes pop aren't on any other character. At this time of development, it was known that the miraculous could erase disabilities, so her need for glasses was probably erased as well.

Anyway, on to how I would adapt her for FC

I think her wild hair makes her stand apart, but pulling it back into something more controlled hybridizes her design a bit and since it still translates that she's a bit more conservative and trying to keep herself together. I kept the glasses. Below the knee dress, big puffy sweater... she's got self-esteem issues and wishes so desperately she could be as bold as Alina, carefree as Alix, or as much as a shining beacon of confidence as Amber (so many A names!). So much so, that she has become a bit worshipful of Amber- swayed by her golden voice.

Her lack of self-confidence is made manifest via "Garmitt" her faerie, who is SO full of confidence that he is dead-sure that he is actually a dragon, rather than a dragonfly. It is him that pushes Sabrina to assert herself, and try to become what she wants to be.

When she sees a rule broken, she stands up for it- just like her papa- regardless of whether or not the rule was good or bad or even fair or appropriate in context: because rules are rules. She wants to make her dad proud, but he is too busy being focused on taking down the vigilantes: Ladybug and Chat Noir. So much so that it takes time from his private life- meaning his daughter is often left to grow up on her own. She wants to hate them too, but she admires them very much- Ladybug's wild creativity and Chat's confidence- and their genuine kindness to her, causes her to question what she strives to do.

For the first part of the story, she is a direct threat- the hall monitor, the enforcer. She shrieks to the teachers when something is up- she bars Marinette and Felix from escaping to deal with a wish-maker or renegade villain. She watches Marinette in the bathroom to make sure she's doing bathroom things rather than escaping class. She offers to do tasks that would help our heroes escape and threatens to debunk their alibis.

She is part of the Journalism team, working on the school paper. She's a great reporter when she tries, but her lack of confidence makes her stories lack a certain touch (for example, a new exhibit at the museum written by her is great, but she fails to interview people.) and she also fills in the gaps with white lies. However, Alina is helpful to her here, giving her genuine feedback and patience.

Unfortunately, Alan sways her easily, feigning interest in her in order to learn details- after all, she is the police chief's daughter. When Garmitt is stolen from her by the order. She is finally able to put her foot down- her indecision breaking and slowly building confidence is given a boost by the loss of her Faerie, and what the villians thought would be a person too lilly-livered and spineless to spill beans ends up being a catalyst to terrible losses. Specifically the threats of Amber & the police force... who are being heavily bribed by Fury and TsuTec.

so to summarize. She's a teacher's pet, and her story intertwines not only with LB and CN's, but Alina via the journalism club. Ultimately, she does the right thing, because despite what she does, she does view it as the right thing. She's ultimately a narrative payoff to the heroes being heroes & good people. She shows how dangerous some of the villians are- through her loss of Garmitt, manipulation by Alan and Amber, and the neglect of her father- who's obsession is fueled by corruption & money.

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Pride and Passion | 17

Chapter 17

Warnings: sexual content as in oral (F receiving) | unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) | language | MINORS DNI |❤️‍🔥

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You entered the shared bedroom and Negan’s head snapped from the window towards the door. He was curious on when you’ll finish the talk you had with Rick. By the look on your face, you were exhausted. „What a pleasant surprise.” You smiled at his words but remembered why you were here. You two needed to talk. “I had a long talk with my dad-“ you started and observed his reaction, but Negan just listened so you continued: “He told me that he also had a talk with you and, uhm... He knew about Shane and me.”

“Hm” he grunted and slowly nodded his head. “He deserved to know.” “Negan, don’t!” a bitter laugh escaped your lips “Don’t tell me you did that because you were sooo concerned about my dad or me! You just needed leverage and fed him some bullshit lies that you love me or whatever sick plan your head came up with.” Negan felt his anger rising but he tried to stay calm as long as he could. “That wasn’t bullshit what I’ve told ya old man. I don’t need leverage, Y/N, don’t you see? I’m totally whipped by you! I didn’t ask for his blessing or shit; I told him how I feel about you because he needed to know that there’s another man in your life who would die for you. Compared to your former boyfriend and shit, see where I’m coming from?” “Stop!” you yelled “Stop talking about Shane! Stop telling me that you love me! I can’t hear it anymore; Shane was always there for me-“ “For someone so brave and smart you’re pretty stupid.” Negan interrupted and his words made your blood boil “When do you finally realize that you meant shit to him! I’m sorry princess but the only reason he screwed you was because you probably look like your mom.” You opened your mouth in shock; no words came out even though you wanted to disagree. “Don’t you see it, doll? He wasn’t in love with you- he just wanted your mother. But he couldn’t have her back so he needed a distraction...” he paused, Negan knew the impact of his words but this time he wouldn’t give in, he wanted to open your eyes to the truth. “I’ve seen the way you look at your little baby sister.” You looked up and met his eyes, still not sure where he was going with that. “You care for her like you’re the mom, like she’s your blood, your daughter. But she isn’t. She’s the daughter of your mom and Shane, right?” You quickly looked down to your feet, trying to hide the truth across your face. All those years you tried to persuade yourself that she was the daughter of Rick, that Shane had nothing to do with the pregnancy of your mother. But deep down you knew all the time. “It should have been mine...” you whispered. Negan nodded- he understood. “I know, hon, I know... I just don’t understand why you still hate your mother when this dirtbag is responsible for all the chaos inside you. You put him on a pedestal, guilt ridden because of his death but you won’t see that it was never your fault- it was his all along.” You knew that Negan was right- you were young and naïve, convinced that Shane loved you, but all the side glances to your mother made sense. He never got over her in the first place. “I know it’s risky that I put more on this already fuming shitpile but-“ he spoke carefully “I don’t think that after you’ve killed your father, he would’ve played happy family with you... I’m truly convinced that there was never a happy-ever-after, maybe he would have killed you too at some point because then he finally could have 'yer mom back.” It was like an eyeopener, like you knew it all along but just pushed it back, away from your conscious, away from your memory. You painted Shane in a different light, like a knight in shining armor because that way it was easier to clear your guilt about his murder. “Y/N-” Negan’s voice was soft, he came a step closer but you continued to stare at the floor. “I need you to look at me.” You raised your head. “I do.”

“Nah-“ he whispered “Look at me.” “Negan, I am.“ “I am not Shane.” His words spread like a fire on your insides- he was there all along, but you were so blind and bitter and still in love with a dead man. “Yeah-“ you whispered back. “I can see that now.” Your words changed something inside him as well; like breaking an invisible spell. You felt it too- the way he looked at you was different now. Loving. Negan slowly walked towards you, testing the waters if you were okay with it, but you didn’t stop him or back up, so he kept walking. His hand slowly reached for yours and you let it happen. Your fingers intertwined and you let out a shaky breath. He was now was closer than ever: not only physically but emotionally as well.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” His voice dripped with lust but was still careful, making sure you were entirely comfortable with the whole situation. You nodded, the words trapped in your throat. “Tell me.” “K-Kiss me.” you whispered and Negan didn’t hesitate for another second; he carefully took your face with his hands, pulling you closer till your lips were touching for the first time. You felt the tears forming in your eyes and when he opened his mouth you almost fainted. “I love you.” You breathed and he pulled slightly back- but only for a second before his lips crashed down on yours again, deepening the kiss.

Your hands pushed the leather jacket of his shoulders and eagerly pulling the white shirt over his head. To you he was absolutely perfect. You grabbed his hips and together you stumbled backwards to the bed. “Are you sure?” he asked between the kiss and you nodded.

“I wanted this for a long time.”

“Oh, sweetheart-“ he chuckled and softly bit your lower lip “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

Now it was you who pulled back. “Then show me.”

Negan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, sending shivers down your entire body. He gave you a soft nudge and you fell backwards on the bed, a small huff escaping your throat. You watched as he almost tore your pants off; leaving you just in your panties before he dropped to his knees. His fingers stroked the thin fabric, giving your clothed clit a flick and; making you gasp in return. “D-Don’t tease…”

Negan let out a low chuckle and a sudden tearing sound echoed through the air. Cool air hit your heated are and you arched your back. “Did you rip my panties?”

“You won’t need them anymore.” He replied and just when you wanted to protest you felt his tongue against your sex. “Fuck-“ you wanted to yell but it was only a muffled sound. Negan began sucking, hard, and your hand found his head to grab a handful of his hair.

Two of his long digits found your entrance, carefully sliding them inside and started pumping at a fast pace. “Good?” he asked in-between and you huffed because he stopped. “Y-Yeah-“ you managed to breathe and he chuckled before finding your clit again. “Negan, I’m getting close-“

“I know.” He nodded his head and the movement made you squirm. Seconds later you came against his tongue, his fingers still sliding in and out of you and you tried to shove him away. He finally let go and raised his head to look at you; a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Good?”

“You know it…” still trying to catch your breath Negan gave you barely no time when he opened his pants and stepped out of them. Your eyes wandered over his body, admiring every inch of it. You let out a shaky breath and when he leaned over you, you grabbed his neck, connecting your lips once again.

“Shit.” He suddenly cussed against your lips and pulled away. “I didn’t bring no condoms… didn’t know the day would turn out like this.” He rubbed the back of his neck and gave an apologetic smile. Thousand of thoughts ran through your head and you bit your lips before you answered him: “It’s fine.”

Negan raised his eyebrows, not quite sure what exactly was fine about the whole situation. It only took him a minute before his eyes widened. “Are you saying…?” You cleared your throat and shrugged your shoulders. “It’s fine.” You reassured him again and this time his glance darkened; something else came over him and it almost punched the air out of your lungs when he hovered over you again, his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Oh, darling. What are you doing to me?”

You felt his erection against your leg and let out a shaky breath. “Negan-“ you whispered and he gave you a small grunt in return. “I really need you.” His calloused fingers ran over your bra; teasing the already hardened nubs underneath. Although he would have loved to tease you longer, playing and exploring every inch of your soft skin, he had to admit that he too couldn’t wait any longer. You both hurried out of the last pieces of fabric and in one swift motion he turned you around so that you sat on top of him.

You gave him a surprised look and a small smile spread around your lips. “Always thought you’re the dominant type.”

Negan let out an amused laugh and his hands softly caressed your hips. “I am. Never let my other wives ride me, that’s a first for you, princess.”

You dramatically put a hand on your chest and said: “So honored! Does that mean I’m special?” He nodded immediately. “You sure fucking am, darling. You’re the only woman I want for the rest of my life.”

The lightful banter was gone and you both looked deeply in each other’s eyes. A warm feeling filled your chest and you felt as if you almost exploded with emotions. You wanted to say so many things, telling him in any way possible how much you loved him. Negan felt the same. Instead of declaring each other’s love in spoken words, you raised your hips and slowly sank down on his length.

“Holy fucking shit-“ His fingers buried in your hips and you were sure it would leave a bruise the next morning but couldn’t care less. Your mouth stood open, as if you silently screamed but nothing was coming out. You tried to adjust to the feeling of being filled to the brim- the last time was a long while ago.

“Fuck, baby, please move.” He silently begged and you carefully started to move your hips. It didn’t took long and you both found the perfect pace. You tried to support yourself with your hands against his chest while rocking your hips. Negan guided you with his hands against your hips. “I got you, baby.”

You’ve had heard that promise before- but Shane never meant it. With the words leaving Negan’s mouth you believed all of it. He wouldn’t hurt you.

You let out a shaky moan when your orgasm approached, eyes fluttered shut. “Negan-“ you begged, not even sure what you begged for. He felt you trembling around him and gave a few sharp thrusts to help you reach your high.

“I know, ride it out.” He sat up and put his long arms around your body to support you. You cried out when you came around him, fingers clawed into his shoulders but he didn’t care. Your body fell limp in his embrace and he chuckled lowly.

Just when you wanted to close your eyes, he’d swung you around; face down into the mattress. Negan wasn’t finished with you yet.

“Ass up, baby.” He demanded and you obeyed. You yelped when he gave your ass a hard smack and felt yourself becoming wet again. “Oh, would you fucking look at that-“ he hummed satisfied “Does my girl like being spanked, huh?” you nodded your head and he gave it a slap again. “Words, baby.” His hand caressed the reddened skin and you moaned against his touch.

“Yes, Sir-“ you spoke in a hazy state and he seemed satisfied when you felt his tip against your glistening slit. You wiggled your ass a little, hoping to encourage him to hurry the fuck up and Negan chuckled. “Eager, are we?” You wanted to give him a bratty remark by saying “Shut u-“ but couldn’t even finish the sentence when he buried himself inside you with one sharp thrust.

“Fuck!” you yelled and grabbed the sheet. His hand gave your ass another spanking before reaching around to circle your clit. “Negan, fuck-“ your eyes were shut, the white of your knuckles visible from how hard you were clenching the sheets.

“Shit, baby, you take me so fucking well.” He moaned, kissing your back and scratching the sweaty skin with his beard in the process. “This pussy’s all mine, you hear me?”

You nodded as much as you could. “Yes, fuck- only yours.” Your legs started to shiver again, signaling you were close once again. “I can’t-“ you begged him but it just made him go harder.

“Yes, you fucking can, trust me.” You felt his fingers digging in your skin once again and shortly after his warm cum filled your throbbing pussy. You came only a few seconds later, clenching around him and making Negan cuss. “Shit, baby, your sweet cunt’s squeezing my fucking dick.”

You both collapsed into the sheets, panting heavily and trying to regain some breath. Negan turned to his side, pulling you against his chest and burying his nose into your hair. “You were amazing, sweetheart.”

“So were you.” You chuckled and he gave the back of your head a kiss.

After a while you tried to get up to take a shower but his grip tightened around you. “We can’t stay like this forever, you know?”

“Fucking watch me.” He grunted and made you laugh but soon gave in and sat up with you. “I love you.” He spoke and you let out a shaky breath. You’d never be tired of hearing these words from his mouth, you were sure. “So do I.” you answered and gave him a kiss.

Negan’s lips curled into a smile. A few months ago, when he met you for the first time, he had many women for his needs to satisfy and another hot thing on the way when you agreed to come with him. But now he got back what he painfully lost so many years ago: A wife he loved with his whole heart.

Not knowing what went through his head you stood up and gave your aching limbs a quick stretch. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“I’ll come with you.” Negan also stood up and watched as you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Again, so soon, old man?” You casually put your hand against your hips and gave a self-confident smile. It slowly faded when you saw his pupils dilate and him taking a slow step towards you.

“Oh, darling-“ he growled, rekindling the fire in your stomach “You shouldn’t have said that.”

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Amby (Semi-demon)

A very jovial semi demonic Samaritan. She lives in the Demon's Domain and is an important figure loved by many. She has the important mission of spreading positivity and make a better image for the Demon race. She strongly believes in the power of love and never ever wants any conflict to ever happen. She can be very pushy with this goal.

She is half demon and half... something else? This has given her a completely unique form compared to the rest of the demons. She has very strong Demonic Influence and uses it for healing powers and making people feel more positive, even when they don't want to. She joined Pinote and Dynas to travel together around the Essence Realm to bring happiness and a better image for the demons. Fyreon really despises her forced positivity and happiness regardless the situation.

"If you don't think about the pain, it won't hurt you!"

She gets into trouble frequently by trying to befriend everyone she meets no matter how aggressive they can be. Including monsters and enemies. These encounters have left her with permanent tail damage. Despite this, she will not change her ways.

She wears a variation of the Demon's typical attire

Backstory

Amby was raised by the Demon King. Like always though, it was his Jester who did most of the work, Jokestar. She grew up with a caring family who taught her to do her best to bring sunshine into everyone's lives. Her origin is a mystery. She loves Jokestar as if he were her true father.

dad (on the left) and Dad (on the right)

Upon learning of how demons were perceived by the general public, she set her goal to improve everyone's lives and hopefully make a better image for the demons.

Inspiration

I love axolotls if it wasn't clear lol. I simply wanted to have more characters who were axolotls. She is not an axolotl entirely though.

Her backstory is not that deep like Dynas. She works well as an opposite for Fyreon though considering he is always pessimistic and sad. Axolotls look pretty happy anyways.

Her name and mine have no connection. Mine is a shortening of Ambystoman while hers is just Amby. Her name was made first before I started using it as well. Both derive from Ambystoma Mexicanum, the scientific name for Axolotls.

Image Source

And that concludes the rival team. Pinote, Dynas and Amby

Together they get in the way of the main characters trying to do better than them but only causing problems for everyone.

#3d modeling #blender #original character #digital art #art #original oc #gamedev #space #soul trail #ambystoman #lowpoly #demon #axolotl

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Hi. I am one among them who believes Sakura knows there's something between Naruto & Sasuke. Even in that shitty movie the way she forces Naruto to fall in love with that weirdo stalker and in the ED (I don't know if anyone noticed this or not) comparing with the genuine smile of others, she has that evil smile like 'finally it's over my plan worked now Sasuke kun is mine'. What do you think Tamelee??

Hi~

Of course she does!

I don’t know about Sakura’s smile being “evil”, I’ve always felt like it’s.. uneasiness and insecure more than anything else.

Remember Sarada stepping in between Ino and Sasuke simply because she wanted to greet him after not seeing him for so long?

"You’re not allowed to come close to my dad, because he is connected to my mom he said.. through me and that connection is so weak that everything and everyone is a threat, so stay away, please, because I’m still not sure what is up with this woman with the glasses that he was with and my mom and everyone else are being super secretive about it and it makes me feel anxious. I want a family photo to fix this. "

Sakura: “HAHAHAHA....”

If Sakura’s smile or feelings towards this subject truly are ‘evil’ it means there is a sense of ‘victory’ as well, but there isn’t, not even in the slightest, despite them supposedly being “husband and wife”.

Sakura confessed to (fake Sasuke) Naruto himself early on that she felt like Naruto was getting in the way.

“He’s always getting in the way when I do something important.” (Other translation says “love or happiness”)

Why did she say this?

We were shown that something important to her was trying to get Sasuke’s attention and stealing away his first kiss which both she failed to do and Naruto succeeded in.

It seemed like Naruto didn’t even realize he was sitting next to Sasuke as he turned to look at him.

Sasuke, who ignores everyone and minds his own business reacts immediately as Naruto simply looks at him and even initiates a conversation, "what?" why?

We find out later that Sasuke always “kept his eyes on Naruto and couldn’t stop paying attention to him.”

Naruto acting this way with Sakura, a classmate, is just another instance of him trying desperately to create a bond since there is zero emotional connection involved and he gets scolded by her rudely regardless. Him “having a crush on her” therefore truly is funny.

Meanwhile Sakura takes the opportunity to trample Naruto (the topic of Sasuke’s attention) to scream at Sasuke to try and redirect it to her.. which he disregards completely as he turns back again. An instance of Sasuke’s body moving (away from Sakura) on its own.

She doesn’t give up though as she in turn ignores how incredibly uncomfortable Sasuke looks, only selfishly thinking about what she wants.

“Today I’m going to get Sasuke-kun and I’m going to steal his first kiss!!”

But who stole Sasuke’s first kiss?

Sakura’s confession: “He (Naruto) enjoys to see me struggle.. he doesn’t understand anything about me, he’s just annoying.”

Sasuke never knew that the kiss was an accident, it is possible that Sakura didn't either.

What did she say to Naruto after seeing him kiss Sasuke?

“..Naruto.. you are.. annoying!!” Then, proceeding to beat him up.

Further proving that Sakura’s earlier hatred towards Naruto primarily stems from him “taking away Sasuke(’s fantasy)” from her. Sasuke was never her’s, nor anyone else’s, yet she always treated him like an object. Something that had to be won.

And Naruto, to her, got in the way of that.

“He always comes between us!”

Sakura’s confession: “All I want is for you (Sasuke) to acknowledge me.”

“And I’m absolutely serious about this, I would do anything, because I like you a lot.”

Naruto is blushing like an idiot here, even looks shocked. Worse, his eyes are drawn in a way like he realized something, surely, like Google says, he “is soooo in love with Sakura here”, right?

Wrong.

She helped Naruto sort out his own feelings for Sasuke.

Up until now Naruto “hated” Sasuke the most, because he was “so cool”, not understanding what it meant or how to call the bond that was forming with him,

but he also wanted to be acknowledged by Sasuke more than anything as we know..

(Wasn't the original translation something about Naruto being 'aroused' using the sexual term for it here? lol)

Naruto also did everything and anything he could for Sasuke, being more serious about that than his dream of becoming Hokage “How can I become Hokage if I can’t even save one friend?” Or even his own life “I’ll bear the burden of you hatred and die with you!!”.

Nothing, not even a vision he could think of for Konoha's future or him as Hokage, not the acknowledgement of the villagers, not this 'Will of Fire', absolutely nothing, to Naruto, is more important than Sasuke's wellbeing.

As Sakura leans in for her kiss with Sasuke, Naruto closes his mouth and comes to the realization that he understands thanks to her words..

“I feel like I finally understand.. why I like her.”

“What.. Sakura-chan, you already met with Sasuke!?”

Sakura met up with Sasuke before he left the village and selfishly refused to let Naruto, or anyone else for that matter know about it. She was found on a bench and all she did during that time was sob by herself leaving Naruto completely in the dark.

“Naruto! I beg you!! Please.. Please bring Sasuke back, I couldn’t do it.. I couldn’t stop him! The ONLY person.. who can probably save Sasuke-kun now is you.. Naruto.”

Sakura already has her suspicions here. She knows that Naruto is the only one that could possibly influence Sasuke or has a chance to get through to him.

Naruto almost wants to look happy about it, but knows he can’t.

Naruto looks contemplative as he thinks a moment before putting up this fake, almost painful smile, the same Sakura showed him when not believing his words about Sasuke,

He always has been mindful of her as well as we've seen by his odd reactions and many "(.........)" panels. Literally connect the dots and anyone would understand that Naruto does not have a crush on Sakura, but instead has deeper rooted feelings for someone else and they both realized it during this time.

He looks conflicted. The panels are also drawn that way. The shadow in his face and Kishimoto deciding to not show his eyes means there are hidden and suppressed emotions.

“Sakura-chan, you really like Sasuke, huh? I know how much pain you’re in because of Sasuke. I can understand.”

He tells her he understands the pain she feels... and that’s when it hits her.. and it hits her hard. Perhaps she already knew, but Naruto confirmed what she already suspected.

How do we know?

Because his words link her to this particular memory right away as she starts to cry harder:

“Naruto is annoying, because he comes in between my love life. He comes in between me and Sasuke.”

She comes to understand, because she knows that Naruto, despite his own feelings has always been helping her.

“He always knew, he always helped me.”

These panels are probably the most telling out of the whole manga. And I personally consider these on par with Naruto confessing his love for Sasuke under the bridge.

This is only the beginning...

And about that terrible movie, I haven’t seen it, but I know that all of a sudden Sakura and Hinata are besties only because Sakura forces Hinata on Naruto’s lap by calling him an idiot who knows how many times even though she perfectly understands in canon Naruto’s feelings and how good his emotional perception is.

Hinata confessed to Naruto in front of everyone, he rejected her. Ignoring is the same as rejection albeit a bit cowardly, let’s be honest. Then again, I do understand considering the ridiculous circumstances and Sakura knows this too. Yet during the filler movie, as far as I read when Hinata asked Sakura why she encouraged her to go after Naruto she thought of Sasuke for some reason and said that they needed to “support each other”. Yet where is all that support now? LMAO, if that ain’t telling..

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Enemies? Or….

`~Miles Fairchild x Reader~` {Part 5/?}

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A/N: Sorry part 5 took a very long time but i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Your Pov

Last night's slumber was horrendous, I had a nightmare that Miles was chasing me with his black horse carrying a whip. >:(.

.......

Today I had basically nothing to do, I sat on the edge of my bed staring at a wall, BORED. The sun was setting but there was still some light left. I was about to write something when-

"Hey" Miles opens my door.

"The heck? don't you know how to knock?" I roll my eyes.

"No. but.." He enters the room.

"Can you come with me to ride Samson?" He asks out of the blue.

"Eh? your so weird Fairchild, you already know my answer but you still ask." his eyes met mine and he looked like a stray puppy....

A smelly ugly one.

"Fine, fine" I wave my hand as he grins.

"Come on" he grabs my hand and pulls me outside.

{to the stables~~}

"What is the main reason why you ask me to do this again?" I ask as I balance myself on top of Samson.

"Nothing, stop asking questions" He replies as he hops unto the horse's back.

"Make sure to hold tight, since it will be a rough ride" I glare at him.

"What? You expect me to let you hold my waist like its a romantic movie or something? aha no way. Hold tight somewhere else" He suddenly charges Samson forward and I had to hold the rope thing attached to the horse to avoid falling.

{Falling, for him?}

"Where are we going?"

"I'll tell you when we get there." He rolls his eyes.

We passed by the track field I got lost in and past by the Koi pond. He then made a sharp turn for the right and stopped there.

"I don't need help" I said as he tried to aid me to get down. I look at him to check if he got annoyed but his eyes had this glint of sadness to it.

"Let's go, your too slow" He hurried me.

............

We finally arrive after a long walk, and we entered a garden, but not just any garden, it was an alive one. It had a mini fountain in the middle that had a statue of a fairy and there was a big tree that carried a swing.

There were roses and sunflowers everywhere, It even had { your favorite flower}.

"Y/N! Y/N! over here!" I heard a small voice calling for me.

"Flora your here too?" I approach her.

"She is the reason why I brought you here" He shrugs. I hadn't known there was any place like this in this dead estate! I am so excited!.

"Thanks...Miles" Even if he's my nemesis, he also needs to be thanked by his good actions {sometimes}.

Miles Pov

"Thanks.. Miles" She smiles at me. I cross my arms and turn around. Shit! how dare she-.

"Welcome.." I was a blushing mess!.

{they are 15 years old now}

{Dramatic Flashback from 7 years ago}

"Miles, come here for a second" my dad waved at me.

I went to him and was met with a sight of a little girl.

"Miles, this is Y/N, Y/N this is my son Miles" My dad implied. She- she is pretty, I guess, but nothing compares to Flora.

"Hi Miles, I'm Y/N nice too meet you" she urges a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too" I only said that but I didn't want a handshake.

"oh well- me and Y/N's parents will have a chat you go and play in your room alright?" My dad announced.

After they've left I grab her wrists and led her outside.

"I thought your dad said to you ROOM" she snatches her wrists back.

"Well I want to play with Samson" I shrug.

"Who's Samson?" she questions.

"Come, I'll show you"

we arrive at the stables.

"Here.. is Samson" I point to the horse. "He is my horse and that white one is my mom's".

"Wow! Can you ride them?" She crosses her arms.

"Of course I can!" I cross my arms. "who taught you?"

"Quint".

"Who's Quint?" ugh so much questions.

"He is a teacher of mine for riding lessons" I reply as I stroke Samson.

{BACK}

"Miles?" Y/N waves her hand.

"W-what is it?" I snap back. "Are you okay, you've been staring at the entrance for a long time" she touches my forehead.

"Hm.. you don't have a fever though" your blushing like crazy right now, I slap her hand as I got away from her.

"Your so weird" I insult her.

{After moments of playing with flora}

"Come on flora its getting dark we have to go home" I told her.

"You go home with Y/N, I'll catch up" She shoos me away.

"What! no! I can't leave a child here" I argue.

"please Miles?" she stares at me.

"Fine" I roll my eyes, "Lets go Y/N".

"Bye Flora!" she waves to her.

..........

"Can we explore the estate for a moment?" she asks me as I hop on Samson.

"Why? and its getting dark" Isn't she afraid of what lurks from within?

"Please, I tend to forget the lay out of the estate" she fiddles with her hands. What the heck is wrong with her, awhile ago she was all strong and mighty now she looks a little girl who got lost in a theme park! I thought

"Fine, fine" I roll my eyes.

We explored the estate for a while and then we entered the maze. "Do we really need to explore this? you already memorize the route!" I complained.

"It's just I'm too bored in the mansion, so why not explore with you?" I blush at her sentence, Was that just me? or did I just hear it wrong.

We made turns and turns around the maze with Samson when-

"Miles come back!" Kate chases us.

"The heck does she want?" I mumble. "I.. think she wants a RACE!" Y/N exclaims.

"Eh? A race? well if that's what she wants, she'll get it" I smirk as I increase Samson's speed.

"Miles! Y/N!" She screams.

"My telepathic power thinks she wants us to speed up more!" Y/N glances to me.

"Sure then" I nod, I increase the horse's speed, suddenly I felt Y/N hugging my waist.

"That was too sudden you dingus!" she yells. I was a blushing mess that's why I didn't answer her.

I took a sharp turn and lost her for a second but she came right back just on the other side of the hedges.

"Miles! stop right now!" she yells.

"This is kinda fun with you hahaha" Y/N laughs. Hah, she sounds so angelic- I-I mean she sound so ugly!.

We both looked at Kate and all of a sudden her face contorted into a scared one.

Kate's Pov

"Miles! stop right now!" I yell at them, why aren't they stopping?

I suddenly saw the both of them laugh. And for a split second their faces warped into Quint and Ms. Jessel's faces.

I saw Flora in front of me and I stopped the horse, then everything went blank.

Miles' Pov

We were both laughing when Kate's face contorted into a scared one, we both stopped our laughs and looked at each other.

"The heck did she see?" she asks.

"I don't know but it definitely scared her" I chuckle.

"That's just plain rude to laugh at her like that" she slaps my shoulder and rolls her eyes.

"Hey! its fun for me!" then we looked over to Kate who suddenly stopped her horse and fell down.

We approach her and knelt beside her.

"Is she gonna be okay?" I ask Y/N.

"Of course its just minor, concussion" He checks her heartbeat.

"We just have to take her home"

{After all the commotion}

Me and Y/N sat on the couch; EXHAUSTED, First, we put Kate on the horse and the both of us had to walk coming home. Secondly, The walk home was so far that our feets started to ache.

"I'm so tired" she cracks her fingers.

"I could say the same" I reply as I yawn.

"Where did you two kids go that Kate fainted?" Mrs. Grose asks us.

"We-"

"We went to the maze then Kate chased us, I don't even know why, then she fell of the horse and fainted." She cut me off.

"You kids need to be careful ok?" She reminds us then heads to the kitchen.

"I'm going" she stands up "good night" Y/N waves, not looking back

"Good night"

A/N: Part 6 coming soon!

#miles fairchild x reader #stranger things 4 #finn wolfhard #max mayfield #miles fairchild #finn wolfhard x reader #enemies to lovers #flora fairchild #stranger things season 4 #st4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler x reader

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kyliafanfiction · 2 years

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Take Your Favorite (Het) Ship and Make Them Lesbians

So, the other day, I read a Rule 63!Zuko/Katara fic that had the tag “take your favorite ship then make them lesbians” (which somehow was a tag no one else had tagged their fic as, which is a real travesty), and that got me thinking. (The fic, for reference and Science Purposes)

(Rule 63, for those not familiar with the term, is a meme that says "for every given male character, there is a female version of that character and vice versa”. In a fanfic context, Rule 63 is usually another term for ‘cisswap’/Always a girl Aus, i.e. a story where a character who is one character in canon, was born a different one in the AU. These are not the same as trans fic, though sometimes the lines can blur. The various ‘the Girl Who Lived’ fics that exist out there for Fem!Harry, for instance)

That tag is itself really interesting, and it got me thinking. Because there are het ships of mine that I would totally want to see a Rule 63 lesbian version of (i.e. where the guy was always a girl) but there are also ones that I... just wouldn’t.

So I suppose the question is: What het ships do you guys have that you still would find as interesting, and would want to see in a fic (or even consider writing in a fic) if the male character was Rule 63′d? And why?

For me, the top of the list would probably be Dramione (Harry Potter). One, because on a purely shallow level I have to imagine that femaleDraco would be very pretty (:rofl:) but also because there would be some interesting differences in the way Dacia Malfoy (placeholder name) would behave, compared to Draco. Both vis-a-vis Harry, but also Hermione. Plus, Dacia would be less the ‘bad boy’ and more likely the ‘Alpha Bitch’, which is a somewhat different set of tropes, to say the least. Would Dacia have reached out to Harry in the same way, in first year? Maybe, maybe not. Would she still have had Crabbe and Goyle as her goons, or instead say, Pansy and Millicent Bullstrode? A lot of this would also depend on how you see the gender politics among purebloods in the wizarding world (are sons more favored, or no? Are the genders equal? Are there certain expectations about women and their behavior? etc)

My second choice would be Xander/Cordelia, from BtVS. For one, it would be interesting because we could drill down into Xander’s canon behavior and try to separate what is just Xander being Xander, what is a product of his upbringing, and what is a result of him struggling with performing ideas of toxic masculinity because he believes he’s supposed to (related to the second point). If in a fic, Xandra (placeholder name) still has the same apparently shitty parents, how would it look? We can surmise that Mr. Harris presumably berated Xander about how he’d never be a real man a lot, though I can’t recall if the dream version of him does so in “Restless”. But we also know that Xander fears turning into his dad, a lot. Xendra might fear becoming an alcholic like her dad, but she may more likely fear ending up becoming like her mom - letting herself be abused rather than being the abuser, etc. It would also be interesting because, given how things were in 1997/1998, Cordelia realizing she’s gay/bi (or at least being out even to one person) would be a different dynamic. Especially if she and Xendra get caught at the same time. Or maybe Cordelia is more careful, and Xendra is more willing to be the dirty little secret she makes out with in closets? If caught, would Cordelia ever be willing to commit the possibly even greater social suicide of openly dating a girl in a late 90s High School? Or could she pull it off because she’s just that much Queen of the School? How does Willow’s crush on Xander work in an AU where she’s Xendra? If willow’s crush was about it being on a ‘safe’ and ‘unattainable’ boy (a common experience I’ve seen many cis lesbians talking about with regards to when they were younger and still thought or still tried to convince themselves they were straight), then presumably she wouldn’t have crushed on Xendra? Might she have crushed on Jesse? (or does Xendra end up being how Willow realizes she’s gay sooner?) Would Xendra have crushed on Jesse? Is Xendra gay or bi in this AU? Does she still crush on Buffy? If so, does she handle rejection or the prospect thereof better because she assumes Buffy is straight? Does she even try to ask her out? I mean, there are others I’d read a Rule 63! Lesbian AU for, or even have, when they exist, but I have to admit I don’t find the potential dynamics inherent to be quite as interesting. And yeah, there are some het ships I ship that I just... wouldn’t find quite as interesting if they were lesbians, or just can’t see happening at all in a recognizeable way.

So I ask you tumblr - if you were to take a het ship and make them lesbians, which one(s) would you pick, and why?

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c-midori · 7 months

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The Octonauts Mermaid AU

MELTDOWN

"Think about it, think about it. What IS that? Thing’s gotta be endangered and I MIGHT have killed it. UGH."

Yuma was sweating a lot. Not only did they catch something they didn’t recognize, but it was starting to bleed out. After quickly sanitizing their paws, the coyote slowly put down the fishing rod and ran over to this turnip-looking creature.

"It’s a good thing dad knew how to get these stuck hooks out. Just gotta push down on this, and…" Yuma firmly but worryingly yanked it out of its tail. Almost immediately, where blood ran down, the flesh rebuilt itself immediately, like there was never anything there to begin with. Weird feature, but definitely came in handy in an area like this.

Yuma had to figure out what they were gonna do now. The Meomiverse was WEIRD, they got that. But even in the Meomiverse, something this simple yet so complex was beyond belief for the coyote.

There turned out to be another injury: a bruise on the back of this creature’s head. And unlike the fishhook wound, it was barely recovering.

"It’s those panels from earlier. You must’ve gotten hit," Yuma shook their head. "I can’t let you go back into the open ocean in a condition like this… Ah, fuck it."

Obviously, this coyote had the medical record of a western school nurse. They left the creature near the shore, fall flat on its face with an ice pack sitting on its head with only gravity holding it up. To them, that was good enough, but they’d never compare to Peso, that was for sure.

"It’ll find its way home eventually. I can’t even be bothered… I need rest."

Obviously again, Yuma didn’t understand the importance of that thing.

A certain otter did, though. And when he woke up tomorrow morning, it probably wasn’t gonna be pretty when he realized.

Not that he HAD to know this kind of thing. Nor would he notice.

~~~~

Tracker silently stared at Paani, slowly squirming around in the inflatable pool that the bear brought with him. Ever since he heard the word "mermaids", he had made some last-minute packing decisions, and this was one of the only good ones, even if he didn’t realize it until now.

Yeshi walked over to Tracker, munching on another one of his macarons. Of course, packing his whole messenger bag full of them was just as stupid, but at least it would keep him fed for his time here. He was more than happy to share some with Tracker as well.

Not like either knew how long they’d be here anyways. Maybe until the new year, even.

Suddenly, a ringing came from the cockpit. Everyone down here, even Orson and Ursa, knew it was Ryla calling back. As soon as they all heard it, Ranger Marsh immediately picked up in excitement.

"Well, that was certainly quicker than I expected!" The bunny waved. "How’s it going down there-"

"OI! Ranger, this is AMAZING!" Ryla exclaimed. "Everyone’s down here, and there’s NO legs but mine! Like… Say hello, everybody!"

As the wombat faced her Octo-Watch at the others, Marsh’s eyes widened greatly, now at a loss for words. It really was the others. Dashi was there, as were Pearl and Bianca, all in the launch bay. Maybe he could even see Tweak if she was awake.

"NATQUIK! Oh me, oh my, oh YES!" He ran for him immediately, excitement flowing through his veins. "IT'S REAL! REAL, I TELL YOU! LOOK! LOOK!”

The shouting from her Pa started to get Tweak's attention. She was tired from replacing the windshield on the GUP-A, but she could’ve sworn she suddenly woke up just by hearing him so… delighted.

He really had to be waiting for her. There wasn’t any reason to keep him so. As she looked back at the GUP, she knew there was no time to waste, like Barnacles said.

Natquik trudged into the cockpit, one paw on his face, the other being dragged by Marsh. He knew something was clearly up but he couldn’t figure it out.

And so, he opened his eyes, and gasped.

"Oi, Natquik! You seem groggy, sorry about that… But I’ve got some good news for you!" Ryla waved to him through the screen, feeling a little less wild than earlier. The fox, now wide awake, paid full attention, calmer than he ever was through these days.

"From what I’ve seen, everyone is, as expected, alive. And yes, like what Barnacles did say, they all DID become mermaids. It’s been about half a week since the whole thing started, but I suppose the Octonauts managed to tidy up the site rather quickly. Dashi and I have gone around the Octopod and everything seems good. What’s going on up there? Any new plans?"

Natquik slowly shook his head in shame. Ryla was being so enthusiastic, meanwhile, here he was standing like a dumb idiot with nothing to do. He had been too busy with other things which he started to realize were just wasting his time.

"Aw, shucks. I managed to get some samples of what got everyone turned, which Shellington labeled 'lesirena' or some dingus. Gotta admit, it’s a fitting name. Me and these blokes are just fixing up the GUP-A and I’ll be on my way!"

"Hang on, what was that about Shellington?" The fox’s mind went blank.

"Yeah, he was working on an experiment a month ago," Ryla explained, courtesy of Dashi. "He forgot to put it away and it spilled everywhere. I’m sure Paani told you already, seeing as he IS there with you guys."

He wasn’t listening. He was just thinking, now that he wasn’t losing his mind. He needed to figure out this… revelation he thought he just had.

"Oi, you oughta be tired… Welp, mate, I’ll see you around. ‘Scuse me as I finish up here… BYE!!!"

"Nat? You feelin’ okay?" Marsh noted the random silence, and tapped on his shoulder. "You seem scared."

"As a matter of fact… yes I am." Natquik quietly sighed, now starting to figure out WHY he was feeling so agitated. "Can we go talk on the roof?"

"Sure thing, Nat."

~~~~

As Ryla drove the now-dry GUP-A into the open ocean, Tweak felt a little embarrassed not being able to say hello, but her tail kept sparkling with electricity as she believed she still had a chance to see HIM again.

"Alright, y’all." She swam over to the others. "This thing is ready to roll! Bianca, Ryla, load the vials in the back. And BE CAREFUL."

The merbear held on tightly to the box of them, handing them over to the wombat, who set it on the seat next to her. From there, Tweak figured it would be smooth sailing. Just get the contained lesirena to shore, make sure it was put in a safe area, and leave this GUP floating on the surface for any future usage, if that was needed.

However, Ryla had other ideas after that. Ideas that would change her life. Ideas with irreversible effects.

The only obstacle she had to overcome was the fox in charge above the surface.

Natquik.

~~~~

The Americas weren’t as affected by the 3/30/21 "Ring Of Fire" earthquakes and tsunamis as the Far East was, yet the tide still ran high. The cold temperatures were completely unrelated. They bothered no one, not even Marsh who only knew the heat. He was laying on cold metal anyways.

"So, like, what’s on your mind?" He looked over at Natquik, staring at the distant lights of Guadalupe's communities before looking back at him.

"Ah, right. Well, I suppose I should explain it all," said the fox, as he took a deep breath.

It turns out, he feared not that the Octonauts were mermaids, but that they were on their own. They were almost completely uncontactable, too.

"You see, Marsh, and maybe this would make sense for you, ever since I first noticed what happened, I was sent into a silent panic. Just worrying for the safety of the Octonauts, the people who brought us together… not knowing just WHAT could’ve happened."

Well, no wonder, Marsh thought. He knew how that felt. And sadly, unlike the Octonauts, he never heard from his wife ever again.

Perhaps this was just the sign of a new beginning.

"What do you suppose we do?" The bunny’s ears drooped. "I’d imagine both of us got an idea, but I can’t think faster than you can say buncha munchy crunchy carrots… I promise we can do this, Nat. Just come up with your ideas, I’ll come up with mine.

"Thank you, Marsh… I best sleep now. I'm tired and resting helps calm me down." The fox wrapped his arms around the Ranger, before climbing down.

Marsh stayed on the rooftop, waiting for anything to show up on the shore. He felt so warm inside from that gentle fox hug.

"Eccentric severe tumors… he’s actually so sweet." He felt a little drowsy, having gone deep in thought. Staying up here wasn’t a big problem, so he could ponder all night if he wanted.

Ryla stood in front of the Octoray. She had to think this through. As much as she DID want to do this for her friends, she knew the consequences would be HUGE, especially considering how everyone up here would react. But it wasn’t exactly like she cared, because she had the other side’s problem on her mind more.

That short, sweet time she had with her best friends really meant a lot to her. To go back to the surface after just a mere 30 minutes of seeing how they turned (so wonderfully) didn't feel right. Surely everyone cared when she visited the Octopod. It wasn’t fair that she would only be a blip on the radar for them from now on.

If visiting Dashi wasn’t big enough, then getting a TAIL of her own was. She was going to be dead-set on that new plan, even if it was something only SHE knew.

The wombat looked back at the GUP-A, still with the box inside. She decided to take it out and bring it to the back of the aircraft, for the sake of making this thing quick.

As Ryla stepped inside, she took a look at the three others who were staying in the cargo bay. Yeshi was doing absolutely nothing, Tracker was quietly typing away on his laptop, and Paani was asleep.

Would any of them care if she ran away to live down there? Obviously not Paani; he was literally the thing she wanted to be, excluding the permission. Perhaps they’d pass it off as something of no concern. It wasn’t them to decide if she could go or not. Maybe they even felt the same way, but Ryla wanted the sea to herself for now, so she didn’t ask.

Natquik just couldn’t. He really wanted to get some rest, but he just didn’t feel like it. Within seconds, things could turn nasty, and that was something he had to watch for. As such, he always wore his Octo-Watch, keeping one eye open for any calls.

And that’s when the knocking came in. The fox worryingly opened up, only to let out a sigh of relief after his vision adjusted, to see Ryla standing there.

"Yeah, I’m back," the wombat blushed in embarrassment. She stood there, taking off her helmet. She knew she wasn’t gonna need that anymore.

The fox looked at Ryla, a little concerned. She had an uncertain gaze on her face, was trembling a little, and definitely had something on her mind.

She wanted to tell him the truth. But was it really worth it? Did she really want to stress this fox out, when he ALREADY was? Like Marsh waiting for Tweak, she knew Dashi was waiting for her, but…

"Professor, listen to me." Ryla sighed, drooping her ears in regret, which slowly faded in. "My mates are all happy with it… the whole mermaid thing."

Natquik knew she was about to say something in particular, and so he kept his mouth shut. Not that it was a red flag, but…

"If you’re not happy with, that’s okay. But you can’t just pressure that on others. I know this whole thing is painful, but just hear me out, mate-"

"No, it’s not that. If anything, I like how they've ended up…" The fox sighed. Of course, Ryla was away while he collected his mind, so she didn't understand yet. "It's that I don't want them getting hurt, hence why I brought Paani here."

Fair dinkum, the wombat thought. Perhaps the transformative stuff she gathered wasn’t for some kind of vaccine anymore, but rather… No, not yet. Not until she got the green light, which seemed distant beyond belief… unless she simply asked. So, here went nothing.

"Oh! Uh, mate, I brought over those samples you wanted earlier. Do you still need them?"

"I suppose not." Natquik sighed in regret, having made her work so hard. "Try to keep them for… I don’t even know what to use them for. Just don’t let anyone else touch them or my new plans will be IMPOSSIBLE."

New plans? Impossible? Seems legit. How much of an impact could one less person have anyways?

To Ryla, not much, and or none at all.

"Alright… hang on, you said not to let anyone else touch 'em!" She eagerly gasped. "Does that mean I can just go and-"

He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but Natquik knew what the wombat wanted to do. No one ever came up to him and asked if they could go. He worried a lot, he really did. But if it was something Ryla really wanted… he wasn’t gonna stop her.

"You know what? Knock yourself out. Just don’t say a WORD about it," yawned Natquik with sincerity and a smile, slamming his eyes shut immediately after.

It was 1 in the morning, and at this very time, he HAD to sleep. Otherwise he’d only feel awful all day, which was NOT alright.

Now it was probably just Ryla who was awake at this point. For her, that was perfect. The door was open, no one was out to close it, and there wouldn't be any more waiting.

Of course, she did have to mind that the fox didn’t explicitly say she could do WHATEVER she wanted, but he DID also say not to "let anyone ELSE touch them". That didn’t include herself. Good sign. She knew what to do. At least, not to do it yet. She’d have to give it some time, and at the same time she needed to finish this before the sun rises again.

For now, she held on to one of the fifty little vials, waiting for the golden minute. It was gonna strike any moment.

Actually, no, fuck that, she wasn’t waiting. Ryla ran off after a few seconds, and stood at the edge of the water, staring at her own reflection.

"It’s okay, Ryla. Just stay close to the shore. That way, if anyone gets worried, I’ll come back immediately," The wombat told herself, before taking off her suit, now useless, leaving her with the only tank top she bothered to bring.

It was still hard to pick. She did the research. Did she really have to stay up here any longer? She WAS a cave diver. Her old friend was down there. They were more than happy to see each other again. All that was basic logic, of course, so was it enough to make her want to change?

"You just gotta SEE yourself in it! Believe you can DO this! Just close your eyes… just imagine…" Ryla convinced herself again and again, giving herself these pep talks like there was no time left for her to live.

And that’s when it finally hit her. There truly wasn’t anymore reason to stay up here. She was only 22, but she already felt complete. She’d have achieved her goals about 3 years ago, even if it ended in pain.

"It’s like… I’m going home." Ryla laughed hard, the more she thought about it. "Bonza! It’s perfect! IT'S PERFECT!"

"ALRIGHT!" She downed the vial, and ran for the water. "That’s IT! HERE I COME!"

With a big jump, she made a swan dive into the deeper waters, letting herself be swept away from the island. Within seconds, she could feel her whole lower body change, and she was LOVING it! Her legs immediately melted and morphed, taking the form of a long, silvery needlefish tail that swayed FAR from her waist!

"YEAH! That was AWESOME!" Ryla shouted, cheerfully laughing at her new form. "And crikey, that was FAST!" She dashed down, making her way all back to the Octopod.

She didn’t care about land anymore. All she wanted was to be with her friends, all as mermaids, FOREVER, much to the dismay of anyone still up there.

"Thanks for everything, Natty… All this time, I oughta just ask you~!"

~~~~

As the sun started to rise, approximately 7 AM, Shellington was terrified. He woke up only 5 minutes ago and he could’ve SWORN Tunip was here, with him and Kwazii last night, but now he had just vanished from thin air.

Sure, he could’ve probably just went back to the Octopod, but in an area like this that would be near impossible for someone like him. Could be in HUGE danger as well, which, for Shellington, was NOT GOOD AT ALL. He loved that little guy with ALL his tail.

"C’mon! Tunip’s gotta be somewhere!" He circled around his resting spot, trying to see if he could identify him from a distance, while keeping Kwazii safe as well.

The sea otter’s worry started to actually wake up the kitten. He even lifted his eyepatch up, trying to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, up until the merotter was right in front of him.

"Shellington? What’s wrong? Ye seem shaken," asked Kwazii, trying to comfort him like last time.

"Oh! Uh, well… Tunip’s missing." He said in an uneasy tone, still looking around, just hoping the Vegimal would show up completely fine. "Know anything about where he is?"

Kwazii shook his head, having been in a sleep just as deep as the otter’s. Maybe Tunip was just playing with the two, but even that couldn’t just be true.

And just when matters couldn’t get worse, right in front of the two little mermaids was one big tiger shark. They had infiltrated on his territory, and he was NOT happy.

"What are ye staring at?!" Came a little confrontation from the kitten. "Can’t handle two mermaids enjoying themselves?" He leaned over and looked the shark right in the snout.

"Nuh-uh," the shark quietly whispered before preparing to charge at Kwazii.

At that, Shellington already wasn’t taking any chances. He grabbed the cat’s arm and tried to swim away as fast as he could, trying to outrun this angry thing, which was STILL catching up even after a minute. Even worse, he didn’t know where he was going and could be headed for another territory of ANOTHER shark. The only upside would be if that distracted the one chasing them right now.

"Ye can give up now! Me boyfriend is hauling me and he’s still going a tad faster than ye ever will," teased Kwazii with a swish of his fin, still holding onto the otter’s paw.

"Lemon, you haven’t seen my TRUE POWER," the tiger shark bitched. "If anything, I’m merely having mercy for you two. In fact, you know what? I think I’ll just… AMBUSH YOU TWO IN A MATTER OF SECONDS I SWEAR TO-"

And that’s when it came outta nowhere. A hefty fluke slammed against the shark’s snout, causing him to flip over like a water bottle in 2017, and retreat almost immediately after.

Shellington rapidly stopped, and looked behind him, watching the sore loser turn around, piss, and make a swim for it. Neither him nor Kwazii hit him, so who did?

"You two okay?"

It was Bianca, just floating there like nothing happened. She managed to stop that fucking shark with a single swing of her TAIL.

Kwazii… awkwardly nodded. He was quite impressed by how fast this issue was resolved. Bianca was just as strong as ever, and that, Pearl definitely liked.

"Yeah, it’s not best to go far out there…" the polar bear giggled. "…especially when you’re ALSO a shark."

"Fair point, fair point," Shellington said, still worried. "Have you seen Tunip by any chance?"

Just by the mentioning of his name, the vegimal showed up RIGHT behind Kwazii, announcing his return with a loud

"Bree!"

"Yeow! There ye are!" The kitten thrashed his tail in surprise. "We DID doubt ye would make it back here, but aye, it’s good to be back!"

Shellington started to think. Everyone was safe again, all thanks to Bianca, which DID make sense, but why didn’t something feel right about… Tunip? That little guy didn’t know this part of the sea, and he would’ve been toast already. After all, tiger sharks WERE mostly nocturnal, and if Tunip was in that one’s territory as well while he and Kwazii were asleep, then probably managed to get back to the Octopod early, then how did he not get hurt?

Unless… it then dawned on him. Something, or someone, must’ve led him back to home base. But it’s not like anyone else had been out of the area THAT far. Someone must’ve gone and tracked Tunip down. If anyone were to know, it was probably Bianca. So, the otter simply asked.

“Well, I did meet Ryla… this one wombat that Dashi is REALLY good friends with. They go far back. I could have sworn I saw her again today. Couldn’t get enough, it seems…”

Now THAT made sense. Shellington HAD went to sleep a little nearer to the coast, so if Ryla made it here, it’s probable that Tunip followed her.

But enough stressing over that. At least he WAS safe, again. And he WAS holding Kwazii’s paw earlier.

Wait, since when was Ryla here?

~~~~

Natquik just sat on the floor of the cockpit. His mind had run off elsewhere some time ago, but at least he had a… somewhat good rest. He wasn’t sure how everyone would react when they found out he let Ryla go. He, like everyone else, didn’t want things to go bad again. After all, it had happened so much and that was NOT happening again, for the sake of everyone’s safety up HERE as well.

“It can’t be that hard. We’ll just have to haul everyone into here, and send them to a safer area,” he sighed. “I just don’t know when we’ll TRULY get this done. And besides, what about the Octopod? Of course, we could leave it here, leave it to be an artificial reef… yes yes, that makes complete sense… Well, unless Barnacles wants something else. I know he’s proud of being captain for 13 years now.”

“Blin, if only I could see him right now.”

As the fox kept thinking out loud, Ranger Marsh was already awake and got down from the roof. He slowly walked inside, not having suspected anything from earlier.

“I heard you musing from the cargo bay. Something wrong, Nat?” He called out to the fox. Natquik moved his head and saw him. That distinctive hat. That fabulous mustache. That beautifully gruff voice.

All packed into one man. One man who was working with him on this whole idea. And now, the more Natquik thought of it…

“Nat?”

Oh shit, he thought. This was a little embarrassing. Big fox was thinking a lot about the big bunny, meanwhile he was standing right over him.

“Oh! Ranger!” Natquik immediately pulled his hood over his head. “I am very sorry… Just thinking about my ideas for helping out the Octonauts through and through.”

Marsh nodded. That made sense. You should never forget the important things. And luckily, for himself, he remembered things VERY well, even after a good night’s sleep on a roof. He had the knowledge. The knowledge of a… Ranger Marsh.

“You seemed a bit flustered when I walked in,” the bunny admitted. “Wanna talk about it again?”

With his feelings becoming more prevalent, Natquik knew this would be a little more difficult than usual.

He had more than his plans to explain.

“Weather’s great today, isn’t it?” Marsh stretched his arms, as he approached the coast. “Good thing I’ve got this towel. Don’t wanna get those pants dirty, huh?”

The Ranger and the Professor sat down, looking towards the blue sky. Natquik still felt a little shook, but knew he was ready to tell his plans.

“Well, I figured it doesn't have to be that hard after all,” the fox blushed. “It’s how we get them into the Octoray is what I need to figure out. But making sure they’re all, or mostly all, safely contained, and brought safely to an area off the coast of Vancouver Island, is the bare minimum I’m looking for.”

Clearly, Natquik thought faster and better when he wasn’t really stressed. Of course, there was the typical little (bit) stutter every few 8 words or so, but even that went out the window when he started speaking right now.

That confidence was something he only had when around people he knew and cared for, like Barnacles, for instance.

But now, Natquik was out of words. It worried him a lot. Realizing that he was so enthusiastic, like he should be, but he just couldn’t say anything.

It wasn’t that he was out of ideas, though. No, he still had many more things on his mind.

And all of them pointed to Marsh.

“Natquik?” The bunny looked at him, having gone all timid. His hood was up again, and he was visibly shaking.

“Natquik?”

“I just have… so many personal thoughts. I’m sorry.” Natquik looked back at him, the fur on his face gone pink. “I don’t mean to act like this, but I just have so many confessions. Promise this won’t impact you in any way?”

Marsh nodded. He didn’t mind at all. After all, he was a single man, one who had to leave his wife after a few years with Tweak. No, his wife wasn’t bad in a way, no, it was actually a good marriage in those 5 years. Yet, she had to leave. There were things in Boston waiting for her, but Marsh had to keep working down here. So, they decided to just… move on, divorce, and stay friends.

It’s been 16 years since. They still talked every now and then, but apart from that it was radio silence. So now, Marsh was practically on his own.

“I’ve been so worried about it. I’m just looking back at… you know, all the work you and I have done before. Even before this.” Natquik continued his explanation.

“Yeah, it’s all been wild and fun. Little scary, too.” The bunny laughed. “Good times, all in all. What about ‘em, Nat?”

“Do you think this is a sign? Like, I don’t think we’ve ever been this close before. Something about you, something about me…” The fox looked at Marsh, slowly inching closer to his face. “In fact, I had been thinking about you on the way to Florida.”

“Aw, so I see…” The bunny smiled. “You know, you’ve been feeling much calmer lately. Yeshi did tell me how things were going, and I just hope all is well. And I mean that truly.”

“T-thank you.”

“Hey,” Marsh looked to his left. “Ryla left the GUP-A here. Think we can head over there ourselves?”

“Absolutely.”

~~~~

Ryla silently floated in the engine room, eyes closed in bliss knowing that she REALLY was here, now a mermaid like those she loved.

She wondered if anyone was aware she came back. She DID make her way down here at a late time and DID get the attention of Tunip. A bunch of sleep schedules were definitely fucked up beyong recognition, so there HAD to be a night owl down here.

Barnacles? No, not at all. Kwazii? Was nowhere to be seen at this time. Peso? Chilean medics needed to sleep as well. Ryla couldn’t think of anyone. But someone apart from Tunip HAD to be awake, Octonaut or Octo-NOT.

It was almost 9 now. Surely this was when at least 2 other folks were awake. Maybe Dashi. Probably not.

There was no reason to just wait here. As much of a nice home it made for Ryla, she knew she’d have to look around more. Maybe revisit Min, and all that jazz.

She opened the door, eagerly swishing her tail fin as her eyes were exposed to the seas in wonderful daylight. Surely, when everyone saw her, they’d be delighted.

It definitely felt weird swimming down here without her suit. Clad in nothing but this tank top was certainly an experience she last had about… oh, just a few 11 years ago, a little while before she joined the Wombat Divers Association-

“Ryla? I thought you were back on the-”

The wombat immediately recognized Tweak’s voice and rapidly turned around, giving a pose, a peace sign, and a blep on her face.

Probably not a common way to greet someone, but Ryla HAD to make an entrance somehow, and needless to say, it… kinda worked. Needless to say, this would’ve worked better with Dashi.

“I never did realize just howwww… uh, nevermind,” The bunny awkwardly blushed, just looking at the wombat with all her might. “You decided to come back, huh?”

Ryla proudly nodded. “All for you blokes. And, like, MATE, look at this thing! It’s LONG! It’s SHINY! It’s GOOOOOD!” She swam down to Tweak, and hugged her tightly. “Now, you’d know where every other dingus is, hm~?”

The bunny shrugged and laughed. “Well, obviously! We are floating RIGHT behind it~! But if you wanna narrow it down… Dashi’s in the launch bay and she’s in a pretty good mood like me, so-”

ZOOM!

Ryla immediately darted towards the Octo-Hatch, with literally nothing else on her mind but her favorite dachshund. Tweak caught up, and was a little exhausted when she finally made it to the outer wall.

“Well, at least Shellington isn’t crashing the GUP-D again and again.” She caught her breath, sparks flying off her tail, before using the last of her energy to get inside.

Needless to say, Dashi would be one happy doggo with both of her favorite folks.

Meanwhile, the GUP-A continued to descend through the Pacific, making little noise. The two crew, Natquik and Marsh, kept their focus ahead of them, enjoying the ride while it lasted.

The Arctic fox still felt a bit flustered, not only because of these feelings he had for Marsh, but also because of Ryla. If the bunny found out about her transformation, Natquik could potentially lose his chances with him.

It wasn’t like he had to explicitly tell the Ranger. Would he even believe him? Probably not. It would take the wombat herself, if anything.

His thoughts were interrupted by a penguin swimming past them, and,

“NAT! Nat! Did you see that?! That’s PESO!” Marsh excitedly shouted, paws and face against the windshield. “Oh me, oh my, it’s even better in person!”

His happiness was becoming infectious, as Natquik realized. And was that a good thing? Actually, yes. No reason to be so down when his crush was enjoying all of this.

So, he decided to lighten up for once in his life, speeding up with the bunny, as they prepared to make a circle around the site. For all they knew, they were gonna see the coolest shit in their life. EVER.

~~~~

This was getting old. Yeshi wasn’t sugarcoating it anymore. He, Tracker and Paani had been waiting here for too long. Periwinkle too, but it wasn’t like he was being affected as much. Was there even any reason to keep track on the time? It’s not like anything would happen. Natquik and Marsh had left, having taken the GUP-A to wherever.

“I think we should just… get you guys home,” the dachshund sighed. “Our ‘leader’ has officially lost it. Are either of you even alive?”

Paani could barely say a word. This little pool was a big change from the sea and he wanted to GET OUT at this point. He missed Kwazii and Shellington. He missed playing with all those creatures. He missed the salty smell, too.

“Well, that’s my answer. We’re dead, mate. Beyond dead if anything. Go to your graves, gentlemen.” Yeshi looked around, feeling just as lost. He was running out of macarons, too. What a nightmare.

Tracker sighed, knowing they couldn’t just leave Natquik behind. He also watched from the cockpit earlier when the fox and Marsh took control of the GUP, and from that, he seemed to be doing better than earlier, actually. And besides, he had always been his best, if not, one of his best friends.

The least that could be done now was to just… let Paani back into the water, and maybe enjoy what this island had to offer… like they had anything.

The two others remembered that the macaque would have to slowly be reimmersed in seawater, because just dumping him in all of it outta nowhere would be probably lethal for him. He couldn't handle a sudden change like that, even if he desired water of all sorts.

Tracker rushed out and scooped up as much as he could, getting it into his Hydro Flask (which was decked out in tens of stickers) AND his ushanka JUST like he did back in 2021 or whatever. He then passed it over to Yeshi, who carefully poured some of the hat’s contents into the temporary residence of Paani: the same inflatable pool from last night.

This felt a big dystopian. It was like feeding an orca in a tank just mere inches its size. Something commonplace OUTSIDE of the Meomiverse. Yet, it was helping the manta ray, little by little. As the saltiness started to come back, he could feel himself becoming slowly rejuvenated, feeling a little more alive. Still not enough to move any limb, but his breathing was more audible, and he COULD talk quietly now.

“Thanks, you two…” Paani moaned as his vision grew clearer again. He could’ve sworn he was ACTUALLY dead, but even that was a load of rubbish. He knew things were totally fine now, and so did Tracker, as he was now preparing to tidy the place before Natquik returned.

Yeshi would also stay and help, but lately he was questioning the whereabouts of his little sister. It wasn’t like she went far, but this island WAS quite big, so his worry was justified.

What if she actually took to the sea? What if SHE was a mermaid right now? She WAS probably old enough for it. Periwinkle obviously wasn’t, but Orson and Ursa… give it a few months and they’d be eligible for it.

Nah, that was wack. Koshi would NEVER do that, right? Right, that was something out of his nightmares. Maybe she just went with Natquik.

~~~~

“Shit. You’re actually back?”

The dachshund puppy nodded, looking up at Yuma. She had remembered last night and was genuinely enjoying having this coyote around.

Now, it wasn’t TERRIBLE having Koshi around, but Yuma didn’t think she’d be around for THIS long. She was no local, so there was that, but… the coyote just preferred their parents and no one else. Perhaps it was because they never had a REAL friend since 2016, not after that one embarrassing Pine they got themselves into.

It was just day 2 seeing her, but Koshi actually seemed like a perfect friend to Yuma. Like, yeah, they still had to keep that secrecy, but they knew they could actually TRUST the dachshund. After all, she was of rather high status. Quite above Yuma, but neither minded the difference.

“Yuma? Is your head in the CLOUDS again?” Koshi looked at the coyote, who indeed was thinking through all of the factors in this… new friendship. It was foreign to them; an interaction like this was something that hadn’t happened in so long for them.

“…yes.” The coyote embarrassingly nodded, before holding the puppy’s paw and softly smiling at her. “You’re a great friend, you know… I never really had one until now.”

Ironic for a coyote to say to a little weenie dog, but Yuma really meant what they said. They couldn’t even remember the last time they really spoke to someone apart from the usual “hi, bye” and generic small talk, until they saw Koshi on that beach.

Now, you might ask: why was Yuma headed to that very beach anyways? Did they know about her to begin with? No, but first off…

Yuma did travel to this part of the island a lot. It was a spot no one gave a damn about, which was perfect. Whilst it felt like getting baked in summer, that was the whole point. The coyote hated hiking through inclined spots, and this little spot where the Octoray had landed? Oh, bestie, it was A FUCKING BLESSING for them.

Now, with the big slightly damaged ship being in the way, you’d think Yuma would be quite upset. But that’s also why they were at their favorite spot. It was flying past their community and descending towards the other side, which definitely intrigued the coyote. And so, they hopped into the Daihatsu, floored it, and from there, what could’ve been a SUPER heated argument, which Yuma never wanted to get into, ended up just questioning Koshi’s existence on those very grains of sand.

And that, my besties, is why these two are now standing next to each other. Koshi was like an insider for the coyote, and would explain some basics like the Vegimals and leaked flavors of kelp cakes, all talked about over a bag of seaweed chips.

Yuma never did mention catching what turned out to be Tunip. That would be awful. This was a new beginning. They didn’t want it to end already.

~~~~

"Wow," Tracker’s voice echoed through the cargo bay. “We… really left a mess. I’m only about 5 minutes in and that’s in THIS one corner.” He continued to sweep around the territory he called his own for some time, making sure little to no dust was left, all in the name of Natquik.

“We?” Periwinkle looked at the polar bear and shook his head. “More like you three. I just sat here… waiting for mom to come back.” He looked around, knowing he was more alone… than ever before.

Tracker was a little confused. Surely he’d have known about the news. Sure, Periwinkle was nothing more than a little kid, but you’d think he’d be aware that his mother was alive, well, and snuggling the big, warm, squishy, furry chest of Captain Barnacles’ twin sister, which even Ryla couldn’t top. Which didn’t bother HER, as Dashi found that wombat’s to still be nicely big and just as cushy, and good enough for her and Tweak. One happy love triangle under the sea.

And yes, that wombat’s Tim Tams were EXACTLY what the angry Floridian bunny girl was awkward over earlier. That’s what happens when you’ve worn nothing but a tight suit for every time you were around the Octonauts. But now you’re a mermaid and you don’t need it anymore. So now you just have that tank top with an unspecified design on it. The HHgregg logo? A frame from one of the HHgregg commercials? HH himself? Maybe. I dunno, I haven’t drawn Ryla yet.

Right, that’s enough. I’m getting bored.

“O-okay then, uwu…” Tracker shook his head, “You just hold tight, and…” proceeded to point the broom at the otter, “…maybe go upstairs so you don’t get…” approached him slowly with a squinted look, “…in my way.”

Periwinkle was totally innocent. He was scared during those arguments on the Octoray. Yet, he DID have a bit of beef with some folks for how young he was. Which was kinda typical, in all honesty. His brain wasn’t fully developed, for one thing. Regardless, he managed to get up and slowly walked upstairs with slight difficulty, which Tracker paid no attention to.

Paani still felt half-dead, waiting for the next dose of salt water which he didn’t exactly need just yet. He definitely had a lot to say now, fortunately.

“So,” he looked over at Tracker, “what’s the plan after you clean this whole area? Has Natquik said anything about… you know?”

The bear shook his head. Sure, Natquik did tell him NOW that he was out at sea, but even he himself didn’t know when he’d be back. No ETA, nothing. But he definitely would be back before 8 or something.

“Knowing him, he’s probably looking through every nook and cranny in that place,” Tracker told himself, as he made sure there was no dust in this very corner, “but so am I, so no debating on that… Hey, I just remembered something. Why did Ryla leave last night?”

That was a GOOD question. Where DID that wombat go? Last night, she just left through the ramp here and never came back. Did SHE get turned? Yeshi would question that if he was here… he WAS outside but that wasn’t the point. What was HE doing anyways?

“Tracker, look at me in the eyes when I’m talking to you.”

Coming back inside, that’s what.

The polar twink was a little surprised, the dachshund having just come out of nowhere even though he spent a solid 25 minutes on the sand. Was that motorcycle he modified even useful? Yeah, it was a ride of his own, but did it even have a point other than being fast transportation to band practice? Probably not.

But then, Tracker caught sight of what Yeshi was HOLDING. That being Ryla’s suit and helmet. And THAT really confused him. It made him worried as well.

“N-no way! And you found that… where?” He shuddered, knowing the possibilities of just what could’ve happened, good OR bad..

“On the beach, poking out of the sand like she tried to bury it,” Yeshi replied. “It’s strange. Ryla NEVER takes off her suit, does she? So why did I just find it there?”

Tracker shrugged, obviously not knowing that either. He was still more focused on cleaning up this whole area.

“You know what? I’ll go set this in the cockpit. If anyone’s to figure it out, it’s Natquik,” the dachshund told him, as he was starting to head upstairs before stopping for a moment. “You know what I’m also concerned over? The fact that you took 30 minutes deep cleaning ONE corner of this area. I appreciate the dedication, Tracker, but I’d hate for you to tire yourself out.” He ran up, left the wombat’s gear there, and rushed back downstairs. “Extra paws never hurt anyone.”

What a coincidence. Tracker DID need some assistance. ACTUAL assistance, as Paani was just emotional support. Not that it was bad, no, it was great, but having another critter sweeping with him was a big boost. Unfortunately, the macaque couldn’t do that, because, well, he was a mermaid. And mermaids don’t have legs. So they can’t sweep. Duh.

So, while the polar bear worked on one side, the dachshund worked on the other. Paani was in the center, watching as this went on for a little while. It was almost like watching figure skating on TV, as the two other Octo-Agents worked in such synchronization. Which was pretty funny, but still… splashing.

Because Tracker was already heavy at work, he was definitely starting to slow down. He had about 85 percent of his half done, and as much as he wanted to keep going, his arms were tired, and at this point, he was slowly losing his grip on the stick of the mop.

“Tracker, I think you need a break,” Paani called over to him. “Yeshi has a point and you’re probably going to make yourself sick if you don’t stop for even a minute-

And at that very moment, as the polar bear looked at the monkey, he bumped into the wall, and fell back… right where Ryla left those vials earlier. Fortunately, none of them shattered, but hitting the ground definitely hurt regardless.

“…That wouldn’t happen if I could still walk.” Paani shook his head. “At least I AM a mermaid…”

Tracker looked at him again, now a little discouraged by his own mishap. The contents of the crate he fell onto were scattered around him. And just when he thought he was close to finishing.

Yeshi stopped working, and rushed over to help the polar bear get up. However, he stopped almost immediately, noticing all the vials on the ground. The glass was definitely weakened, and even a single tap could actually break them, so the dachshund had to watch his step.

“Get away from there, you two!” Paani then shouted, trying to reach his arms at theirs. “If they break, you’re going to get turned into a-“

Alas, poor Tracker having realized he DID break one vial, right on his back. It was all over his jacket, and by the time Yeshi managed to get to him, it was already too late.

“Are you kidding me,” the dachshund grumbled under his breath. “Tracker, DON’T move… I can’t believe I actually have to do this… I’m getting Natquik.”

As the polar bear readjusted his glasses, he tried to figure out whatever the vocalist said and looked around. His eyes went to him, then Paani, and then himself. Don’t move? Or what? Now what happened? He checked himself, and… well, this was not what he expected.

The thick, gray and white tail of a narwhal.

~~~~~~

At the time, the professor and ranger, donning helmets like the ones the Octonauts had, were down where the garden pod ended up. It was only a bit recognizable at this point, now looking like a flattened can of nacho cheese. Surely it all wasn’t lost, though. At least, that’s what the vegimals were hoping.

“Right… this place looks like a MESS,” Marsh announced. “If we’re gonna help you little guys salvage any supplies left in here, then we gotta move all this metal and glass first…” the bunny paused, looking over at the Octopod, “…which I could get done easily if I knew where Tweak was. She’d find a way faster than I can say… good cloud, I hope she’s okay.”

Tunip definitely understood the bunny’s worry. Like him, he knew nothing about Shellington’s whereabouts shortly after the Octopod crashed. And whilst he DID want to help, he was nothing but some fishy vegetable thing “voiced” by a Michigander mouse with a “pooter”.

Surely the other mermaids here would show themselves. Tunip did know Tweak was working on the other GUPs for… preservation purposes, and also for repairs after what happened on 3/30/21. He did NOT want to think of THAT, so he went back to looking for where to start moving all this junk out of the way.

“Yes, yes… first, we’ll have to move the roof off,” Natquik spoke up, still surveying the wreckage. “If it doesn’t bother all of us to do so, of course.”

Convinced almost immediately, the Vegimals went to the sides of the pod, slowly and carefully lifting it, just enough to not scrape any other wreckage off. This was definitely heavy, but at least they had some assistance from these two strong folks.

“…Oh me, oh my,” Marsh gasped, looking at what was below. Not only was it an absolute mess in here, but clearly TONS of other creatures were making their homes here, and they had been rudely interrupted.

Seeing all of this made the Ranger quite sad, even if this was a good use for… what was left of the Octopod. To think this was really the end, even if the Octonauts were alive and well.

He didn’t even bother to slide back on the roof. He just sulked, floating over the “apartment complex” of little creatures like shrimp that found their way into this artificial reef. They all looked up at him, as he winced a little.

Before he could really break down, however, a voice rang out. “Ey! Ranger!” It was Natquik. He’d have gone back into the GUP-A, trying to warn him of this distress call he was getting. “What are you doing?!”

The bunny snapped out of his daze, and haphazardly swam back into the ship. Natquik asked him why he wasn’t making a noise or a move earlier, but all his friend could give was a sad look in the eyes.

“What’s wrong? What did you see there?” The fox tried again, tilting his head a bit. That seemed to have ended up in vain, up until Marsh took a small breath, and smiled.

“…we can talk about it later. Pick up the call.”

Almost immediately, the two were met with the sound of Tracker panting, worried as could be. Now, this guy wasn’t taken seriously every time, but there was no Top Gear in the background, so you KNEW this was bad.

“Professor, please come back here NOW! It’s SERIOUS! PLEASE! I can’t even explain how terrible this is, I CAN’T!”

Albeit the lack of specification in what was wrong, the fox did as he was asked, even in utter repulse. He sped up the GUP, making sure it was at its fastest, to get to the surface ASAP. Of course, he was always concerned about Tracker, but…

“…I didn’t even get to see Barnacles.”

~~~~

Within minutes of the call, despite the short delay, Nat came real close to running the GUP aground, having gotten a full grasp of the true fear this invoked. He wasted no time just RUNNING out of there and looking for how to open the cargo bay in fits of hesitation.

“Tracker, are you able to let us in?”

Marsh caught up with the fox, who calmly replied to the polar bear above on his near-obsolete Octo-Watch. Even if he still had the Octopod in his mind, he had to stay strong. Time wasn’t running out any time soon, anyways!

“You came back fast…” Yeshi spoke up, as he opened the door. “I really do hate to stop your work out of nowhere, but this IS pretty bad. Watch your step.”

As the professor composed himself, he and the ranger stepped on board, and now they were looking at the aftermath of Tracker’s accident. Yeshi had barricaded Tracker to avoid getting anyone else transformed, so the polar bear was left soaking up the mess he made, not moving a muscle like the beached whale he was.

“What’s that behind you?” Natquik asked, noticing the worried expression on the dachshund’s face which didn’t change at the fox’s question.

“Are you hiding something?” The professor twitched an ear, now growing suspicious. He tilted to the sides of the vocalist, but he mimicked his movements without a hitch or a sound, which frustrated him.

Yeshi wanted to warn him about what he was hiding, but it was pretty much too late for that. Natquik was getting pretty annoyed, so he decided not to intervene any further and just let the fox find out for himself, stepping aside.

Natquik sighed, as he walked past the dachshund. Not sure what that thing was about, but oh well. This fox had worse to deal with right now. Was it something upstairs, or was it…

And then, he saw what this was about. The moment he looked at Tracker—who quietly sobbed under the fin of Paani—his mind went blank.

This kind of thing was beyond sobering. Knowing it was merely irreversible. Knowing everything in their lives had led them to this. All Natquik could do now was look back on every year he spent working with Tracker on his side before today.

When he'd first joined in 2007, none of the other Polar Scouts expected much out of him, but it only took 4 months for him to show just how important he was, especially after one troop went missing near Greenland, and because he was the first to get their distress signal, they returned to their base without injury within 12 hours.

2014 was when his career as an Emergency Post Operator really took off. After Barnacles and his sister were nearly lost, as were a few other residents of Melville Island, Tracker was just as fast to respond. And that kept going! He was slowly, but steadily becoming a role model for nearly every Polar Scout…

And then? There came his PEAK in 2021, after a near-death experience during the Ring of Fire disaster, when he was swept away in Alaska and ended up with Yeshi for the first time, the two which had to make their way all the way back to Canada… he made the greatest decision in his life. The MOMENT he became an Octo-Agent… Straight up, he threw a SICK-ASS PARTY AT THE BUNKER NEAR HIS POST. NATQUIK WAS THERE, mind you. And he was PROUD.

All those days, all those years… all those moments, those memories, good and bad… Even though Natquik had met Tracker at 8, he had wondered about his life before, from the night he was born in 1999. Everything began from something, that was for sure.

24 years of life, and they all led to him becoming half narwhal. How messed up was that?

Enough to make the professor go “блять.”

And then, he passed out in his own tears.

“Nat!” Marsh ran over to him, shocked. “C’mon, get up… Oh me, oh my… Tracker, what have you gotten yourself into?”

The polar bear was a whale, so of course he could breathe a little easier. Yet, he felt like he was drying out. And so did Yeshi, who could only watch and wait for Koshi to return.

Periwinkle slowly watched his step as he walked downstairs to see the commotion. Needless to say, the beef he had with Tracker was cooked medium, just how I like it. This time, he said no words, only looking at everyone as to say “congrats, we all fucked up.”

“Ranger,” Paani looked up, with his tired eyes. “Get us to the H2O. NOW.”

“SILENCE,” the bunny said in the most gruff voice he’d ever done. “Can’t you see what’s happened to… NAT?!”

Natquik groaned as he slowly opened his eyes to see the bunny. He shook his head in disbelief over what had happened, which he remembered quite well.

“Ah, ranger,” he sighed. “That was terrible… Help me up.”

Reaching for the fox’s paw, Marsh looked over at Paani and Tracker, making sure they understood what this was about. They were going to RESPECT this.

“It’s just unfathomable to see you in such pain,” the bunny said. “I know that feeling. I really do… I’ve been where you’ve been. I’ve witnessed terrible, terrible things… and while my family lives in happiness… I can never forget getting caught in Cristobal ‘96, for instance. Thought THAT was it for me…”

Yes, yes, Natquik thought. He and Marsh, like Tracker, went through so much to lead to all of this as well. For so much love he had for him, he wanted to shower this bunny with all of it. There really was no denying it anymore. With each other, the fox knew they had a chance of getting through this whole thing… even if it once seemed impossible.

“…Yes, yes…” the professor took a deep breath, his voice gone confident. “I think I’m ready to do this… are you~?”

“Absolutely!”

It took a little bit of time to get the two mermaids out of the Octoray, but with the area safe by the time the fox recovered, the pace took off and now everyone was staring at the coast.

“Well, folks, we made it… despite your directions,” Ranger Marsh chuckled. “How do you feel, My Melody and Kuromi?”

"We’re alright!" Paani replied in enthusiasm. "I mean, none of us are perfect… nobody is. But hey, we’ve all had those moments! Me, for instance!" He laughed, even if his comment did come off as a little rude.

"That gives me an idea,” The bunny’s ears perked up. “Let’s all watch the stars and talk about it. Let off some steam. I’m sure I could list more than you!"

"Oh, no! I’m in first place when it comes to that!" The macaque jokingly argued, posing like he wanted every sailor on the Pacific Ocean.

"Okay, ARIEL,” the ranger laughed, making sure Natquik was doing alright like he deserved. He was purring a bit, so that was good. Hopefully that would stay that way.

As time went by, the sun was completely down, and nearly everyone was giggling and laughing over each other’s little mishaps, like that time Yeshi mixed nattō into his soup, which left him in a food coma. Or maybe the time Tracker was trying to watch Neon Genesis Evangelion and ended up playing The Cruel Angel’s Thesis over the entire PA system of Mackenzie King Island at 2 in the morning. Maybe even the time Paani cut up all of his ties on purpose. No one even knew he wore ties before.

Professor Natquik, however, didn’t say a single word. He was in the same sitting position from when he first reached the coast, and… he’d have stopped purring now. Could be trouble, so Marsh tugged his arm making sure he was fine.

“What happened?” He calmly asked, so as to not startle him. “Now what’s on your mind?”

“I don’t know,” Natquik shook his head in recurring worry. It wasn’t Tracker or Paani, though. No, it was something definitely more obvious. This had been the case earlier, and while he was feeling better over it, he was falling into depression again.

“I’m thinking of Barnacles. That’s all.” He put his head down in regret, knowing this wasn’t good for him. It would leave him feeling unwell again. Right now wasn’t a time to stress out, so why was he?

Of course, Barnacles WAS practically his son, so he did have a reason to worry, even if he was away from him most of the time.

But with what happened, the polar bear was of his greatest concern. And now, he didn’t feel like waiting any longer.

“I’m sorry, Marsh. I still don’t understand it… It’s like I’ll never see him again. He’s down there… probably better without me, but… You know what, I suppose that’s normal. Take Tracker, for example… He’s growing up, and I’m more than proud of him. Gone so far, above and below the surface…”

“I’ve always wanted to tell him that.”

And then, came another voice. One that lived in Natquik’s heart ever since the day he called it his son’s. One that had grown up so broken, yet so proud. One that deserved so much love, so much care, so much joy… just like who he himself had found.

“I’m right here.”

The fox looked up, and there he was.

Barnacles. It was BARNACLES.

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