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beskarhearts · 3 years

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Scars (Din Djarin x reader)

Connection series pt. 4

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: cursing, mention of family members passing away, scars, torture from empire, some sexual tension

Word count: A little over 4.8K

Summary: The Mandalorian sees a part of you that you’ve been hiding and comforts you.

Notes: Did I listen to drivers license by olivia rodrigo on repeat while writing this and tear up at least two times? Yes. Is this possibly the saddest thing I’ve written yet? Yes.

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“If you don’t take off your jacket and sweater, I will.”

And that is when you realized that everything the Mandalorian says sounds 20x more sexual than it ever should.

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You’ve said it once. And you will say it a hundred more times.

The Razor Crest was a hunk of junk. A total piece of trash. It may as well had been space garbage, just floating through the atmosphere. You swore it was a metal death trap that could just happen to fly through light speed. You told Din to get a new ship and he had very sassily remarked about how she was perfectly fine (yes, he referred to his stupid ship as a ‘she’ and you couldn’t stop laughing about it for five minutes straight).

Regardless of Din’s arguing, you knew deep down the ship was junk. And that is why you had to stop (again). You had rushed to fix the wing on the planet where you had been attacked and it’s been a couple days since then. It held up okay but you knew you were going to have to stop on a planet for probably a whole day, so you could fix the wing, as well as the heater which had broken down in the last day.

So you and Din had planned to stop on a remote planet. One without a lot of humans or any big civilizations near by, that way you wouldn’t have another surprise visitor like last time. One where you could fix the ship and where Din could take a day to relax, to sit back and not worry about the safety of you and the kid. To be honest, it sounded like a great day to you. You would keep busy with the ship, but Din would watch over the kid and talk to you. It would be like how life used to be almost. A taste of normalcy in an otherwise hectic world.

And then Din landed you in the middle of the damn desert.

“Din Djarin, when I said land on a planet, you couldn’t have chosen one with water or plants or nice, cool temperatures?” Din had just stepped back into the ship after checking the surroundings of where you had landed. His armored head faced you and the kid you had held in your arms. The child gurgled endlessly, his tiny fingers clutching onto the zipper of your jacket as you rocked him back and forth.

“I’ve been to this planet before. There aren’t a lot of people. Worse there is are some Jawas. And Mudhorns, but they stick to the caves.”

“Mudhorns? Where are we?”

“Arvala-7. This is one of the first places the kid and I went together.” The Mandalorian walked towards the two of you, stopping right in front of you. One of his gloved hands reached out to pat at the kids head. The child’s attention drifted from your zipper to his father, a hand reaching out. Din wiggled one of his fingers at the kid, something you don’t even think he realized he did, and watched as the three green digits wrapped around his finger. You smiled at the sight before you, looking at Mando’s helmet which was tilted down, aimed towards the child. The moment felt so domestic, like you three were just a little family. You and Din parenting the kid, living life traveling through the galaxy, not because you had to run but because you wanted to. You could’ve easily let yourself drift into the daydream but shook it away. That was a reality a person like you could never have. A reality that Din deserved and maybe could have one day, but with someone else. Someone who was worthy of a man like him.

“Well, I am so glad you and the kid are going to take a trip down memory lane here but I am going to die from the heat.” You heard the Mandalorian chuckle as his hands reached out to grab the child. You handed him over to his dad’s arms, which the kid seemed to very pleased about. You could tell that the kid liked his father’s embrace, even though most of his body was covered in beskar. He liked to be held by Din and lately you had been wondering what that would feel like. For his strong arms to wrap around you.

Lately you had been thinking a lot of things about the Mandalorian that you shouldn’t have.

“Didn’t you grow up on Jakku? That place is even hotter than here.” The words were said with a hint of sarcasm, as his helmet turned as if to said ‘duh’.

“Yes but that was different.”

“How? Just take off some layers and you’ll be fine.”

He said it very matter-of-factly and you supposed that was a reasonable thing for most people to do. Most of the time when you were on Jakku, outside working, you would only wear a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top with a work vest. Light layers that kept you cool and allowed your skin to be kissed by the sun as you worked away on a ship. You remembered spending hours upon hours outsides, never being bothered once by the heat and desert environment.

But things were different. You had lived on Yungbrii for so long now that you were used to the cold. And you always wore your sweater, with a jacket over it. Taking those off weren’t an option anymore. Wearing just the tank top underneath them wasn’t an luxury you could afford anymore.

“I have a shirt you can borrow if you need to.” Din broke your train of thought with the offer.

An offer that nearly made you lose it. You had never once thought of wearing a piece of Din’s clothing. Hadn’t ever crossed your mind or been mentioned. And you knew he was only offering it because the temperature outside, no other reason. Not because he wanted to see you in his clothing or anything like that. Just to be kind. But, the thought of you wearing a shirt of Dins, something his skin had touched and probably smelled like him and would probably swallow you... made you feel some things. And a part of you really, really wanted to take him up on the offer. But that would show too much skin.

“No!” You had inadvertently yelled it out, watching as Mando’s helmet whipped up from the kid to you. “I mean... uh, yeah. No thanks. I’m good.”

“Uh, okay. Yeah.”

An awkward silence filled the room until the kid let out a loud giggle. You swear the little womp rat could tell when you had just done some dumb shit and always thought it was the funniest thing in the whole damn galaxy. You scrunched up your nose as the kids big black eyes looked up at you and you turned to look away from him and Din.

You needed to ease the tension. “Don’t you get hot in the giant tin can of yours?”

You couldn’t tell if Din found the tin can jokes funny or insulting, but every-time you made them he let out a little huff, one you couldn’t decipher as a laugh or a sigh. It was one of those times you wished you could see him face. You had gotten pretty used to reading him, despite the helmet and his quiet demeanor. But times like these you wish you could see an expression, an eyebrow raise, a smile, anything. “Sometimes.”

“I’d imagine you are sweating buckets under there.” You walked towards the bag you had stuffed in a corner of Din’s ship, reaching into it to grab your father’s box of tools. The cool touch of the metal against your fingers made a pain spread throughout your whole body. The tools were the only thing you had left of him. The only reminder that he had existed and that he had been there for you every day. The only reminder of the hours he spent teaching you about ships and how to fix them, ever since you were only a tiny little girl. Your mother thought you would be preoccupied with more feminine things. But even at a young age, you loved the feel of metal against your fingers, the sweat that would collect on your brow from the sun, the ache of your muscles from a hard days work. It gave you purpose, meaning. It was a way to help and to contribute. And all you had ever wanted to do was help your family, even in the end.

But you had failed to do that.

You heard the clanking of Din’s boots behind you and he stopped behind you, bending down at the knees. If he didn’t have his helmet on, you probably could have felt his breath on the back of your neck, but now you only heard the sound of his breathing through the modulator. It was faint but it was there. “You okay?”

You could of broke down sobbing at the moment. At your father’s tools in your hand and Din’s worry about you. But, instead you shook your head and stood up, looking down at him still bent down. “I’m getting there.”

And it was true. For the first time in years, you felt like maybe one day you would be okay. That the pain wouldn’t be so gut-wrenching every day.

And that was only because of Din.

“I should probably get started on fixing the ship.” You gave the Mandalorian, your Mandalorian, a small smile and walked past him, outside of the ship.

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It was so hot.

You weren’t used to the heat anymore. You weren’t used to the way your sweat would seep out of every pore, drenching your clothes. You weren’t used to the fatigue that came along with a hard day’s work in the sun. And the sweater and jacket probably weren’t helping. But no way in hell were you going to take them off. No one was even around but Din kept walking back outside to check on you, probably cause your stupid ass was dying of heat exhaustion.

Your sweater clung to your skin, the jacket slightly more durable but still trapping your body heat. You bent over a panel on the Razor Crest’s side, a tool tightly grasped in your hand as you worked away. The other hand reached up to wipe away at your forehead continuously.

“You are going to kill yourself out here.”

Something you hated about the Mandalorian was that he could be so quiet sometimes and sneak up on you. The man was always covered in metal and you would think you would hear him from a mile away, but he could come up behind you without letting out a peep. Which made sense considering his job but it was so unnerving.

You jumped, turning to look at Din, who stood with his hands on his hips and his helmet tilted. “You look like shit.” The words were said gruffly, with an air of annoyance.

“Well, you sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself.” You were almost too tired and hot to let the joke out, but you didn’t want Din to know how horrible you felt. Which was probably useless because you couldn’t even see yourself and knew Din was in fact correct: you did look like shit. Your skin was flushed red, your hair pulled into a ponytail but tiny wisps of hair clung to your head, wet from perspiration.

“You need to take off some layers. You are overheating.”

“How do you know, sir?”

“My helmet can tell your internal body temperature.”

Of course it can. “Well that feels invasive.”

Din let out a loud sigh at that, one that was loud and clear through the modulator. You were driving him crazy but he didn’t understand. “You need to take them off.”

“Nope.” You let your lips pop out the word, going to turn away when you felt Din’s hand reach out and grab your arm. He turned you back to face him, stepping even closer.

“If you don’t take off your jacket and sweater, I will.”

And that is when you realized that everything the Mandalorian says sounds 20x more sexual than it ever should.

You thanked the Maker that your face was already a bright red from the sun and tried your best to not start choking on your own saliva from the words. On the list of things you thought Din Djarin would say to you, you never would have put ‘threatening to take your clothes off’.

You blamed the modulator. Something about the modulator made his deep, raspy words sound sexier than they had any right to (not that you frequently thought that Din’s voice sounded sexy, because that would be weird and inappropriate). And Din was saying this to try to convince you to stop killing yourself in this unbearable heat, but your stomach still clenched at the threat.

Damn you, Din Djarin. You had to come up with a good come back. Something so he knew his words hadn’t effected you.

“Well, Din, if you wanted to see me undressed this badly, you should of asked sooner.”

You expected Din to step back, mumbling some lame apology and leaving you be but your Mandalorian was much more determined than you realized. “Sweet girl, no snarky response is going to make me leave this be. You are gonna die out here.”

Oh boy. Of course he said sweet girl. He had said it once last night while you had a conversation (the same conversation where you had told him a little about your family) and you had lamely teased him about flirting. Maybe because you were secretly hoping he was flirting. And you were afraid you had scared him away from ever calling you that again, because you honestly loved the way it sounded. Sweet girl. It was such a sweet thing, made so much sense that Din would call you that. It made you feel special and made your hands tremble.

Oh, now you had to come up with something really good. Because not only was Din trying to get your to take your sweater off, but now you swear the man was teasing you. There was no way he had no clue what he was doing. And you were the only one allowed to tease people here. So you had to come back with something really snarky, really teasing, that way he’d leave you alone and let you breathe.

But he didn’t give you time to do that because his gloved fingers started reaching for the shoulders of your jacket, so he could take it off of you. And while you were sure in any other situation, if you were any other person with any other life, you maybe just might of let Din continue, you had to stop it.

“I’ll take it off!” you yelled out.

Din ripped his hands away from you, looking down at them for a split second before dropping them down to his sides. He stepped back slowly, like he was unsure what to say or what to do with the tension in the environment.

“I’ll take them off. But you can’t be out here. You need to stay in the ship.” You said the words slowly and watched as the Mandalorian nodded his head in response, before turning away without another word.

You were confused. You didn’t know what had just happened. You didn’t know if the Mandalorian was angry with you or if he was reeling from what had just happened like you were. But you didn’t give yourself much more time to think before you took the jacket off, letting it drop to the ground. Your fingers reached for the hem of your sweater and with a shakey breath and one more look around your surroundings, you lifted the fabric over your head. Leaving you only in a jankily cut tank top, with the scars littered on your back and arms exposed. The very scars you had avoided looking at were out for the world to see for the first time since you got them.

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The child was most definitely a womp rat.

It was like he knew when it was not the time to mess around, and decided to mess around. You had been bent down, working away at a panel mindlessly, not paying much attention to your surroundings. You were so close to being done and were consumed in the final bits of work. And the child had made his way out of the ship, waddling up behind you, reaching for you without you being aware of it. You were lost in the gruel of work, in the warm feeling of the sun on your skin. You didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. Until you head the footsteps.

You flipped around, looking over to the child and then hearing the Mandalorians boots pound on the ramp leading outside. The child let out a squeak at the sight of his dad and it was too late. Din’s head whipped to look over right as your turned around, desperately reaching for your jacket or sweater to cover your skin. You knew it wasn’t on purpose. You knew the kid had probably escaped and Din was just worried about him leaving the ship. You knew he was just worried about the kids whereabouts. It wasn’t malicious or an excuse to look. It was just happenstance but it was still too late.

“I’m sorry. The kid was napping and I turned around and then he disappeared and-” You heard the abrupt pause in his babbling and knew he saw. Knew he saw the dozens of marks on your back and arms that faced him. Saw the scars that were an almost white color but still very apparent. Saw the scars you so desperately tried to cover.

You slowly turned around, feeling your chest cave as this part of you was exposed. Tears pricked at your eyes as you saw Din look at you. The child cooed with curiosity, not quite understanding the gravity of the moment. “Who did this to you?”

You heard the tone of his voice loud and clear. He was angry and sounded like a man ready to kill. You knew he wouldn’t like seeing it but even you didn’t understand how much this hurt Din to see. To see his sweet one so hurt and scarred. To see that someone did something so awful to you, something you would always keep as a reminder. “Din-”

“Tell me who.” He wasn’t messing around. He didn’t want to hear you try to calm him or change the conversation. He wanted to know who was responsible for your pain.

You let out a sigh. “Let’s go inside.”

You picked up the kid, cursing him mentally for being so curious, and your other hand reached for your box of tools until you saw the Mandalorian reach for them. He followed you as you walked up the ramp, into the Razor Crest. You set the child into his little hammock, handing him one of his small toys to keep him preoccupied as the Mandalorian closed the hatch, locking out the outside world. The world that had caused you and him so much pain. You were back in your ship, your bubble where there was joy and love.

“Who did that to you?” He repeated, more evenly but you still heard the rage dripping off his words. His fists were clenched tightly and his helmet was aimed right towards you. You couldn’t see his eyes but you felt like they were burning into your skin.

“This Imperial leader...” You took a deep breath in and out before continuing. “When they found my family, my grandmother wasn’t anywhere around. And they wanted her most. So, they tortured me, hoping I would give up her location. But, I didn’t know and now... I’ve got this ugly, horrible reminder.”

The air was heavy around you as a single tear slipped out. Din didn’t say anything or move. Even the child sat quietly in his hammock, big eyes staring at the two of you. You went to finally put your sweater on when Din finally interrupted with a small “Wait.”

You looked up at the man in front of you. Din brought his hands together, slowing taking off one of his gloves finger by finger until he switched to take the other off. “Do you trust me?”

You didn’t have to think about it. You just responded with a nod of the head and watched as Din dropped the gloves and slowly stepped towards you, like you were an injured animal he didn’t want to scare away. You still held the sleeve of your sweater limply in one hand, the rest of the fabric resting on the floor of the ship. Part of you still wanted to crawl into it, hide yourself, and pretend Din hadn’t seen a thing. But it was too late for that and in all honesty, you trusted Din Djarin so much. It had only been a matter of maybe a few months since you had joined him and the kid. But it felt so much longer. It had been the first time in so long that you felt safe and cared about, and you didn’t know how Din felt but you hope he shared the same feelings.

You almost gasped when Din’s hand reached out to grab your arm. It was surprisingly gentle, his fingers felt like they were just barely holding on to you. His fingertips were calloused but not rough. They gently traced the bare skin of your arm, one hand holding your wrist and the other beginning to dance along your skin. Din raised his helmet to look at you quickly and you nodded, letting him know what he was doing was okay. Not just okay, but welcomed. Din’s helmet turned back down to your arm as he watched his fingers trace the warm, sun kissed flesh.

Din’s fingers ran up the length of your arm, going from the forearm to your bicep. He moved your wrist slowly in the opposite direction, wanting you to turn around. You slowly turned, no longer facing the Mandalorian. His hands dropped from your arms and part of you wanted to whine at the lost of contact. But then Din moved your hair gently in front of your shoulders and you knew he now had a complete view of your back, besides the flimsy fabric of your tank top. His fingers returned to your skin, this time each one to each of your shoulders. You closed your eyes, trying to hold back tears, as you felt one of Din’s fingers trace one of your scars. It sent a spark through your body. His touch was so gentle and so kind and it was like he was purifying the marks, no longer making them something so ugly and twisted. The skin to skin contact was minimal, but so electrifying and warm. It made your whole chest feel warm and you realized you had never had someone do something for this like you. You never had someone take your broken pieces and try to make you whole. Nobody had ever treated you so gently because you didn’t let this part of you show.

But with Din it was so easy to. And so safe.

“Sweet girl...” He barely whispered the words, but you heard them as he continued to work all over your back.

A tear slipped down your cheek at the name, the name he made for you. A name you didn’t have to ask for and didn’t expect. But one he gave you, to make you feel cared for because that you deserved. And Din knew that.

“Din...” You didn’t really have anything to say but you just wanted to feel his name slip from your lips. It was so comforting.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?”

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Din sat in the cockpit with the child in the seat beside him, bundled up and asleep, as she took a shower. His hands were still shaking and his gloves were back on but his fingers felt like they were burning. He had stood there, probably for a good hour, just touching her skin. He didn’t even know why he had done it. Why that had seemed like a good idea for him to do. For all he knew, the last thing in the world she wanted was for him to touch him. But, as soon as he grabbed onto her skin with his bare hands, he felt himself melt into and felt like maybe she had too.

The moment had been so vulnerable. She stood there, scars and all, and let herself be consoled by him. And he was vulnerable too. He exposed himself a little bit to her, letting himself delve into every part of her. She was so soft but so strong. He never doubted once her ability to protect herself and the kid. He didn’t think she was fragile. He just saw she was a human being, one who needed to be shown how perfect they were. How beautiful they were.

Because, Maker, she was so beautiful to him. Every part of her was perfect to him. And all he wanted was to show her that.

His train of thought was broken as he turned his head, listening as she made her way up the ladder to the cockpit. She stepped in and Din swore he could have stayed in this moment forever.

"I, uh, hope you don’t mind. I borrowed one of your shirts.”

Din didn’t mind at all. The sight of her in one of his shirts nearly gave him a heart attack but he still didn’t mind. The shirt was slightly too big on her, swallowing most of her midsection but fell by her thighs. Her hair was still damp from her shower and he was used to it being up in a pony tail. But now it fell down her shoulders and back.

He realized he was staring at her and cleared his throat quickly. “No. Not at all.” He gave her a small smile without even thinking about the helmet blocking his face and felt silly. She couldn’t see his face but he could look at her whenever he wanted, bask in her beauty and warmth.

“So, where are we going now?”

When she had been showering, Din had left Arvala-7 and put the Crest into hyperdrive. He had something that he wanted to do. Something he felt he needed to do. “Navarro.”

Her eyebrows scrunched up a little, in a way that Din adored. “Why Navarro?”

“I have something I have to do there. It will just be a quick stop.” He hoped his answer left little room for questions or further conversation and was content when she nodded and walked closer to him.

“Okay.” She paused, looking over at the sleeping child and smiled at the sight. Din loved seeing her with the kid. She was tough but with the kid, she was so maternal. He could see how much they loved each other. It made him so happy that the kid had someone else beside him, someone who he could look at as a mother. “I should probably get him to bed.”

“Yeah. You need some sleep too. You worked hard today.”

“It was honestly kind of nice, working on the ship. Felt like the old days a little.” Her gaze drifted back to him, a warm smile still on her face. “Din, I just wanted to say-” She paused, seeming to fumble for words but he stopped her.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Din saw her turn, arms reaching out for the child when she suddenly dropped them and turned around. She stood in front of Din, looking down at his helmet which was tilted up at her. She paused before slowly lowering her head down, laying her forehead against his helmet with eyes closed. Din could tell she was shaking a little but he just reached forward and grabbed her wrist. His thumb drew small circles.

Din was pretty certain that she didn’t know what a keldabe kiss was or the importance of it. As far as he was aware, she had a very limited knowledge of Mandalorians and was always willing to learn. But her not being aware of how monumental this moment was for Din was almost even better. The fact that she was making him feel so cherished without realizing showed how good of a person she truly was.

She eventually pulled away with a shy smile and Din dropped her wrist lightly. She turned around, grabbing the bundle the child was in, and turned towards him one last time. “Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, sweet one.”

Din watched as she walked away with the kid in her arms, going down to the hull of the Crest. And that was when he realized something.

This must be what falling in love feels like.

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auty-ren · 4 years

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Could I request Boba Fett with #70: “It’s lonely here without you.”and #49: “You have no idea what you do to me.” 💕 Im good with smut if you find it fits! }:}

A/n: This is for all my Soft Boba Hoes out there. We even get to see some of it from Boba's perspective! Its soft hours 12/10. Enjoy💕

Warnings: Smut (Biting. Groping. Pet names. Penetrative sex. Hair pulling. Some dirty talk. A (1) spank). Hurt/comfort. Angst. YEARNING. Sad feelings. I kinda broke my own heart y'all NGL.

Wanted

"It's lonely here without you.”

You raked your fingers through the short tendrils of his hair, watching as he turned his head to face you.

“I try so hard to come and see you, Cyar'ika.”

Boba admitted quietly, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to your lips. He continued to pepper you with kisses, his lips warm and wet as they dragged across your skin. Heat flooded your cheeks when he reached your neck, his lips smacking lightly as he sucked marks into the delicate skin. He moved from his spot beside you to hover over you, giving him better access to your throat.

“Boba,” you sighed as your eyes slipped closed, relishing in the feeling of his body pressed against yours. He continued his assault on your neck, moving down to your chest, his lips brushing lightly against the top of your breasts.

You could feel him in between your legs, hot and heavy even after the thourough fucking he just gave you. You giggled as you felt him rub against your thigh, his hips seeking friction in order to alleviate himself.

He could be completely insatiable sometimes.

“Something funny, Baby Girl?” He murmured against your skin, his eyes looking up at you through the length of his lashes, he had that same cocky grin he had flashed you hundreds of times.

“Nope.” You pouted at him, batting your eyes a couple of times for good measure.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He growled, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your breast.

You gasped at the rough treatment, your head thrown back in an airy laugh as he continued to leave dark marks along the valley between your breasts. His greedy hands groped and squeezed at your tits. You moaned as his mouth found your nipple, rolling his tongue around the pert flesh before he sucked it into his mouth. You choked out a mewl as his teeth closed around the tender skin, pulling up slightly only so he could let go and watch your chest bounce. He repeated the same action with your other breast, a smile spreading across his lips as he watched you squirm.

“You like that, Baby Girl?”

Before you could even think of a snarky remark, he pulled you into a searing kiss as he arms snaked around your middle. His lips devoured yours like he was starving and you were the only thing that satisfied him. He left your head spinning and dizzy from his kisses but you only craved him more, fighting him for dominance as you deepened the kiss.

You broke away with a yelp as he picked you up, expertly using all his strength to haul the two of you up into a kneeling position. He held you against him, his arms around your waist as he pressed your body into his. You brought both your hands up to cradle his face, your thumb rubbing gently across his cheek.

“On your stomach, Baby Girl.” He ordered as his hands fell from your waist to grope and pinch at the swell of your ass.

He moved off the bed for a moment while you turned to lay flat on your stomach, tucking your arms into your chest. You turned to look back at him as he kneeled between your legs, reaching over you to grab one of the pillows beside your head. With one hand he grip your hips, pulling them up far enough he could place the pillow under you. He pushed your thighs apart, putting your dripping pussy on display for his hungry eyes. You heard him groan, low and deep within his chest as you felt the cool air tickling your wet lips. Wiggling a little under his grasp, you bounced your hips slightly to catch his attention, your cunt becoming dangerously close to rubbing against him.

“Behave.”

He gave you a swift smack to the ass, his hand caressing your stinging skin while the other wandered up the expanse of your back. He wasted no more time, his cock pushed into you and your back arched in response. He sheathed himself completely inside you, splitting you open and you fluttered around his thick cock. Boba grunted a curse and leaned his body over yours, resting his weight on his hands next to your head. He set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping into yours with a force that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

He was filling you completely, stretching you open with a delicious pull that sparked a heat in your belly. Each plunge of his hips fanning the flame until it was a blaze inside of you, threatening to consume you whole. You keened as his thrusts increased, his hand coming to grab a fistful of your hair, giving him better leverage as he pounded into you.

“You're so perfect, Baby Girl.” He growled in your ear, and the praise went straight to your throbbing cunt.

You felt like you were going to combust, your whole body tingling with white-hot pleasure. You whimpered as you grind your hips back to meet his thrusts, chasing the impending crash of your orgasm. Boba sat up behind you, gripping your hips with a steel like force and angled his thrusts to hit deeper inside you. You nearly screamed when he rubbed against that heavenly spot inside of you, your pussy gushing over his cock as he continued his relentless assault. Your cunt spasmed around him as the coil in your belly snapped, your body seizing up as pleasure tingled through every nerve in your body. Your senses were overloaded with nothing but Boba, the thrust of his hips, the sound of his skin slapping against yours. The smell of him flooded your nose and reminded you of nothing but home.

He nearly collapsed against you, caging you between his body and the mattress as the final embers of your orgasm tore through you. He faltered slightly as he kept thrusting into you, his breath hitching at the feeling of your pussy milking his cock. He let out a noise in the back of his throat, his hips stilling as he emptied himself inside you.

“You're gonna be the death of me.” He grunted out after a while, his forehead laid against you, trying to catch his breath. You hummed, wincing slightly as he pulled out of you and moved to lay back down beside you.

You were surrounded by silence for a while, the only sound being the gentle back and forth of your breathing. You turned on to your side, your hand drifting over to trace lightly across the skin of his arm. He looked at you, his gaze travelling down to where your fingers were drawing circles. He grabbed your wrist, his hold firm and warm as he brought your knuckles up to his lips. His gaze burned into you as his lips planted gentle kisses along your skin.

“Are you going to stay?”

You knew what his answer would be, it was the same every time he visited you. Still, part of you held on to the glimmer of hope that he would change his mind, that he wouldn't be gone by the time you woke the next morning.

He paused for a moment, giving your knuckles one last kiss before he let go of your wrist.

“We'll see, Cyar'ika.”

Your nickname rolled off his tongue of a hint of sweetness, making your chest swell with emotion. You brought your fingers to face, gentle tracing along the edge of his jaw, the slight stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

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You looked at him like he was the only person that mattered in the whole Galaxy, and it shattered his soul into a million pieces. You were so beautiful and kind, he knew there was no room for someone like him in your life. No matter how much he ached to be by your side, he pushed you away every time, hoping you would learn to forget about him. Each time he knocked on your door he swore to himself it would be the last, but he just couldn't bring himself to break your heart. So he came back and indulged in the lie that this was meant to be, soaking up every ounce of you until he forgot everything else.

In the morning he would go like he always did, leaving you behind before the suns of this planet even broke the horizon. And a piece of him would get chipped away, left behind to sit and wait with you until he came around again. He didn't think he would ever be able to let you go and it wasn't fair, not to him or you. But every time he tried to force himself to do it, to break you to the point of no repair so you could move on with your life, he couldn't do it. He would never dare hurt you and you knew that. You looked up at him with those big beautiful eyes, tears threatening to spill over and he back-pedaled, every ounce of resolve he had built up crumbling at the thought of you hurting because of him. Even now as you laid tight against his chest, your nose buried in his neck and your arm wrapped around him, he felt everything melt away until there was nothing but you. Your breath finally evened out and your limbs became heavy, signalling that you had finally fallen asleep.

He ran his fingers through your hair, trying to memorize how soft it felt for when he conjured up memories of you to keep his loneliness at bay. You were one of the few things that kept him going, when he was beaten and exhausted from chasing bounties across the Galaxy he dreamt of you. Those nights were filled with memories of your warm and gentle touch, lulling him to sleep even when you were light-years away.

He dreaded having to untangle himself from your limbs and leave you cold and alone in just a few short hours. But he tried not to dwell too much on that thought. Even if it was a lie and even if it was just for tonight, he could imagine you were truly his, which was all he really wanted.

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Remus's Giggly Forest

Remus invites Janus and Virgil on a hike through his own creative imagination. Virgil and Janus are given a tour of a new addition to the imagination: a pretty, exotic forest filled with vines, flowers and pretty weeds! Things get...surprisingly playful when the vines and flowers reveal that they're alive...

This idea was sent to me by @agarus-fallen-lershal on Tumblr. I hope you, and everyone else, enjoy the fic!

Janus happily roamed around Remus’s imagination and took in the fun, surprisingly colorful scenery, while Virgil and Remus talked while they walked.

“Ugh...there’s too much sun.” Virgil complained.

Remus giggled and gave Virgil’s shoulder a little nudge. “Don’t worry. Where we’re going, should shade you from the vampire-killing sun.” Remus warned.

Virgil sighed and gave Remus a slight smile as a thanks.

A lot of what he was looking at, was quite familiar. There was the usual amusement park filled with deadly roller coasters and a big river that ran towards a waterfall he’s ridden off before. There were buildings surrounded by overgrown plants (It looked like an abandoned town), a skyscraper city with a big library hidden in the middle of it. The city also featured a 4 way street in between, so he can play Run Over the Grandma when he’s bored (Remus LOVES playing the grandma role). Lastly, there was a marketplace filled with anime merchandise and posters with te- OH...Uh...Let’s look away from that…

“Virgil! Look!” Janus declared, pointing to the side. It looked like Janus was pointing to the brand new attraction that must’ve been added to the imagination: It was a forest that was filled with different flowers and many types of vines hanging from the trees. It looked like there were multiple types of trees, surrounded by overgrown green vines with leaves, as well as brown wood-looking spiral vines.

“Let’s go!” Janus declared.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Virgil told him.

“No no. You go join him.” Remus encouraged him.

“You sure, Remus?” Virgil asked.

“Of course! Go on ahead.” Remus encouraged. Virgil smiled a little more and took off running with Janus pulling him along. They spent a good while looking at the many flowers, looking at the different vines, and even climbing the trees and vines to get to the top. Remus was climbing the vines as well, and going as far as to show off his climbing skills that he’s worked hard on.

“Look at what I can do!” Remus told them, just before pushing off the tree and swinging around. Remus swung back and forth across the vine, yelling with glee the entire time. Finally, Remus got enough momentum to let go and grab a new vine that was hanging down in front of him. Remus slightly slipped however, burning his finger in the process, but quickly climbed up with a big smile on his face.

“That was pretty cool.” Virgil reacted.

“Such a talented monkey.” Janus told him in a sly voice.

“Aha! I sense your bullshit! You know I’m capable of more tricks than that!” Remus declared.

“You see, I in fact had No IdEa.” Janus told him sarcastically.

“Well, you do have some idea-hahA! Hehehey!” Remus joked. But Remus was quickly interrupted by a pair of curious vines that were...MOVING?!

Virgil yelped and hugged the tree. “MOVINGVINES!” Virgil spoke super quickly.

“Huh? Where?” Janus asked, looking slightly puzzled.

Remus was shushing the vines and pushing them away with one hand at a time. “Now now...What have I told you about timing?” Remus disciplined. It was like Remus was talking to a child! But...they were vines! “Now, please introduce yourself to Virgil...slowly. Okay?” Remus explained, doing the okay sign.

The two vines did a loop-de-loop version of the okay sign back, before moving away from Remus and towards Virgil. The vines slithered themself slowly and carefully towards Virgil. Virgil’s anxiety seemed to heighten no matter how calm they were, so one of the vines tried caressing its leafy end on the top of Virgil’s hand. Virgil seemed to calm down the slightest bit, and the vines could tell this by the man's loosening shoulders. Then, the other vine showed up beside Virgil and gave him a friendly wave. Virgil’s face softened a little as he started to notice how friendly these vines were, despite being made by Remus.

“Hey Janus: I think you might enjoy the flowers a little more…” Remus encouraged. “Climb on!” Remus encouraged, handing Janus a vine to grab onto. As soon as Janus felt secure on the vine, Remus gave Janus’s vine a little pet to get it to lower. When the vine started lowering the deceitful side, Remus repeated the petting for his own vine and was slowly lowered down.

It didn’t take long for Janus’s feet to hit the grassy ground below him. Soon, both sides were walking out onto the grass amongst the flowers. “Wanna see something?” Remus asked. Janus nodded and watched as Remus knelt down, swung his hand across the grass and…

Out popped fully-bloomed flowers! Janus gasped and smiled in surprise and slight excitement. He tried repeating the action Remus did, and out came some more flowers! With different colors! Tulips, roses, peony’s, orchids, and a pink hibiscus! “You don’t even have to wave your arm around if you don’t want to. The flowers can sense where you are, and pop out around the spot you’re walking on!” Remus explained briefly.

“Incredible!” Janus reacted genuinely. The more that Janus walked around the forest grounds, the more flowers showed up behind and beside him. Suddenly, Janus jolted and jumped back at the big, tall flower that quickly sprouted in front of him. It was a big sunflower! Janus brought himself a little closer to it and tilted his head as he let a small smile grow onto his face. “Hello there.” Janus greeted. The flower waved one of its leaves at him, before reaching its leaf up and booping his nose. Janus giggled and felt his nose for a moment, before poking the very middle of the sunflower. The sunflower jumped in what looked to be surprise, and felt the spot that had been poked by Janus, with the tip of its leaf.

It didn’t take long for more sunflowers to pop up beside the first sunflower. Janus widened his eyes as around 10 sunflowers appeared in front of him. They were mostly yellow sunflowers, but one had a really dark and small middle, one had a big dark middle and one of them had a large light middle. One of the flowers had a little red on the inner parts of the petals, and one of them had the petals folded inwards around the middle. There was an orange sunflower peering out, and there was even a white sunflower standing in front of Janus! Janus practically beamed at the size and variety of flowers surrounding him. It was incredible! Things got even better when one of the sunflowers came closer to Janus’s neck and started tickling his neck with its petals. Janus squealed and attempted to shield his exposed neck. But the orange flower just brought itself closer to tickle his neck as well! Janus couldn’t help but giggle and squeak at the feathery tickles against his neck.

But Janus quickly bursted out laughing when a couple sunflower leaves found Janus’s sides. “Hehehehehey! Thahahat tihihihicklehehes!” Janus giggled as he squirmed and wiggled around on the spot. The rest of the sunflowers seemed to join really quickly as they tickled Janus on all kinds of different spots at once. “EEEEEhehehehehe! HOHOHOLD OHOHON!” Janus protested as he flopped around and struggled. Janus could feel his knees buckling bit by bit from the laughter weakening him. So in a weak attempt to escape, Janus tried to run away from them to catch his breath. But Janus skrrted to a stop when he realized that more sunflowers had sprouted behind him as well! In a final attempt to get Janus down, the sunflowers tried tickling the back of Janus’s knees. This was the moment Janus fell backwards and got bombarded by ticklish petals and leaves.

Meanwhile, Remus was watching this all go down right in front of him and not even saving him! He was just smirking and enjoying the entertainment. But Remus’s focus soon moved to a plopping sound that came from the left of him. A black shoe had bounced onto the ground, while a second shoe followed and bounced on the ground nearby. Now that he was actually focusing, Remus realized he could also hear sounds of giggles and snorts coming from above. Remus chuckled to himself as he eyed up the commotion up on the tree branches:

Virgil was giggling all silly from the vines that were surrounding him. A few of the leafy vines were tickling his now bare feet and his belly, while a bunch of the brown vines were being used as rails to keep him from falling off the thick branch. It was quite funny seeing such chaos going on up in the tree. So funny in fact, that Remus left Janus on the ground and climbed up a vine towards the vine Virgil was getting tickled on.

“Having fun there?” Remus asked with an evil giggle.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHET MEHEHE OHOHOUT OHOHOHOHOF HEHEHERE!” Virgil yelled at him.

“But why? It looks like you’re enjoying yourself!” Remus argued.

“DOHOHOHOES IT LOHOHOHOOK LIHIKE IHIHIHIT?!” Virgil exclaimed.

Remus’s smile grew wider. “Yes! It looks like you’re having the time of your life!” Remus reacted.

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEATHE!” Virgil shouted at him.

“Well, then that would be a reason to stop. But I don’t need to do that. You can do that yourself!” Remus told him.

“HOHOHOHOHOW?!” Virgil asked.

“Roll over onto your belly, and they should stop right away.” Remus explained. Then, Remus looked down to Janus. “THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO!” Remus shouted to the snake.

When the emo could gather enough strength, Virgil turned himself onto his belly and covered his face with his hands. Immediately, the green vines retreated and let him breath. The only vines that didn’t move were the brown vines. This was so Virgil could feel less worried about falling and severely injuring himself. Virgil rested the side of his head on his arms as he lightly kicked his legs to rid his feet of the ghost tickles.

Soon enough, Virgil laid himself onto his side and stretched out his toes. This ended up being a grave mistake (or maybe even a grave blessing) because the green vines seemed to get the hint that toe tickles were wanted! So, the green vines brought themselves over to Virgil’s toes and wiggled the end of the vines under his toes. Virgil let out a surprised snort and jolted. “HaHA! WAIT! NOT THE TOHOHOHOES! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil begged before falling into even more giggly laughter. The green vines started tickling the ball of his foot with the leaves as well, and the vines even slithered themselves in between Virgil’s toes like floss! This turned Virgil into a wiggly wave of snorts and giggles almost immediately.

“Awwww! Does Virgey the wormy like his toesies tickled?” Remus teased. Virgil whined as he giggled and covered his mouth and his lower nose with his hoodie sleeves. “I think Virgey-Wirgey LOVES it! Wouldn’t you agree?” Remus added with a smirk.

It was at this moment he felt the tip of a vine scribble under his pinky toe. Virgil uncovered his face and shrieked! “REEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OHMYGOD! NO! NOOOOHOHOHOHO! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Virgil begged as he rolled back and forth on the branch.

“Now now, Virgil: You have to stay on your belly for at least a couple seconds in order for the vines to know you want a break.” Remus explained.

“OHOHOHO, SCREHEHEHEHEW OHOHOHOHOHOFF!” Virgil shouted at him.

Remus gasped in dramatic horror and tsked at him. “Tsk tsk tsk...Such language! What have I told you about listening to such bad language in your metal music?” Remus scolded mockingly.

“MYHYHYHY MUHUHUSIHIHIC?! WHAHAHAT ABOHOHOHOUT YOHOHOHOURS?!” Virgil protested.

Remus swung onto the branch and sat across Virgil’s waist. “Such an attitude for a man who’s being tickled right now…” Remus reacted before poking the side of Virgil’s thighs.

Virgil’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates in horror. The vines seemed to get the memo to stop as well, because the green vines slithered out of Virgil’s toes as quickly as possible. Virgil gulped and stared at Remus in pure horror. He shook his head desperately. “No...nonononono. Please no...not there...Anywhere but there!” Virgil begged.

Remus’s smirk grew wider, and wider as his fingers grew closer and closer to his right thigh. Virgil sat himself up as much as he could, and attempted to tickle the man back. But Remus blinked and watched Virgil attempt to tickle his belly and sides. Virgil whimpered and tried the ribs: no reaction. He tried the armpits: nothing. He tried the neck next: no reaction. But just as Virgil was about to give Remus’s hips a squeeze, Remus touched down and skittered his 5 fingers on Virgil’s one thigh.

Virgil fell into cackles almost immediately upon impact. His core muscles weakened and his back came plopping onto the branch, releasing even MORE laughter in the process! Virgil wiggled and squirmed around as much as he possibly could, screaminh and covering his entire face as the super bad spot was exposed by Remus’s skilled fingers. It was a blessing that the vines weren’t tickling anywhere else at the same time. But it was almost just as bad that they were just sitting there and taking in the sound of Virgil’s laughter! Could the vines see his helpless squirming? Could the vines even hear his laughter at all? Or could the vines even sense his reactions in any other way? Virgil had no clue.

But he knew that they must’ve been enjoying some part of the reaction, because Virgil could notice a few of the vines making loopy hearts out of themselves. It was a little like that scene from Wreck it Ralph, where Felix and Calhoun stared at each other while the Laffy Taffy vines made hearts out of each other. But in this case, the vines were making hearts for a very different reason…

It didn’t take much time at all for Virgil’s laughter to grow silent. When it did, Remus stopped his tickling right away and stood up in front of him to make sure he was breathing okay. The last thing you want is for one of your best friends to struggle in the breathing department.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked. Virgil was too busy trying to breath, that making a voice sound properly was exhausting. So, Virgil curled his index finger in to signal Remus to come closer to him. Remus did as he was signalled and came as close as he could before it became uncomfortable or awkward. But Virgil gave him a slight smirk before he squeezed Remus’s hips. Remus squeaked and just about fell on Virgil. But Virgil stopped him and happily kept squeezing his hips to make him regret getting tickling vines to tickle him. “aaAAAAH! VIHIRGIL! NOHAHAHA!” Remus squealed.

“Have any regrets yet?” Virgil asked.

“HEHEHELL NOHOHOHO!” Remus shouted back.

Meanwhile, Janus was STILL getting tickled by flowers! Only, there were tons of different flowers that were hugging him and tickling him all over. He didn’t mind the hugging, but the tickling was getting to be a bit much now. Even though the snake was not as ticklish as Virgil, he was still somewhat ticklish on tons of different spots.

Janus was completely covered with flowers! There were a few lilies tickling Janus’s feet, a couple Prairie blazing stars tickling his armpits, half a dozen butterfly bushes tickling his belly, a celosia flower fluff tickling his belly button, a couple coral bells tickling Janus’s neck, and a couple decumaria’s tickling Janus’s ribs. It was like a rainbow bouquet of different flowers working together, to make sure Janus is left squealing and laughing as much as possible. Finally, after a good while, Janus turned himself onto his belly and started instinctively kicking his feet in the air. The flowers immediately retreated and folded back up to the slightly curved position they were meant to be in. But Janus was still giggling and pulling his feet close to him. Even as he curled his legs into his chest, nothing was stopping the only flower breed that was still tickling his feet.

Even though Janus had gotten his strength back, the man started to grow a little frustrated that a flower was disobeying his master’s orders. So, Janus sat himself up and took a good look at the flowers that were tickling him: To Janus’s surprise, they weren’t even flowers! They were weeds! Goldenrods, to be specific. They were weeds that often had millions of tiny yellow flower bundles that sprung from each and every little branch. Janus continued to giggle and titter at the ticklish touches as he laid there in the grassy fields within the forest. Soon enough, a couple familiar faces came sliding down the vines to reach him.

Remus smiled and chuckled at the adorable scene in front of him. “Having fun, Janus?” Remus asked.

“Ihihit wohohon’t stahahahap!” Janus giggled helplessly.

“Oh nOoOoO! The PoOr SnAkE is being TiCkLeD on his PoOr, TiCkLiSh ToEsIeS! WhAtEvEr will he DoOoOo?!” Remus teased.

Janus covered his face with his gloved hands and kicked his feet a little. “Shuhut uhuhuhup!” Janus warned.

“Aww! Tell me Janny: which one tickles more? The left goldenrod? Or the right?” Remus asked, twirling his mustache.

Janus uncovered his face and threw his fists around. “Bohohohoth! Thehehey bohohohoth tihihihicklehehe!” Janus giggled.

Virgil smirked and walked up to the plant. “Hi there little goldy!” Virgil greeted, poking the flower’s stem. The goldenrod stopped tickling Janus and turned itself towards Virgil before it rose up and tickled Virgil’s neck. “Hihihihihi! Jahahanny neheheeded aha little breheheheak!” Virgil told it.

It only took a few seconds or so, for Janus to breathe properly and get back up. The flowers that were just sitting around him, stared closely at Janus as if they were waiting for him to give them a job. Janus took one look at Remus and smirked evilly. “Get Remus. He hasn’t been tickled yet.” Janus encouraged.

The flowers didn’t even miss a beat before they were off to tickle Remus to bits. They attacked all kinds of different spots! But the flowers seemed to hit the jackpot when his feet, hips and thighs were discovered to be ticklish. So, Remus fell onto the ground and accepted his ticklish fate. A few of the vines came down from the trees as well, and slithered themself in between Remus’s toes. Remus let out a HUGE SHRIEK! They discovered his worst spot! Even though Virgil was being tickled on his neck, he could still enjoy the cute little scene that had ‘sprouted’ within the imagination.

This had certainly been worth the visit. Thank you Remus, for making the dark sides beam.

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franklyshipping · 3 years

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The Consequences of Energy ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Here we have a snazzy anonymous prompt that features two of our favourite septic lads engaged in a battle of the ages! LET’S DO THIS!

Jackie rolled his eyes. He knew this was going to end in tears, but when Chase Brody was happy and excited, nothing in the world could stop or dissuade him by even an inch. Every single day for about three weeks, Chase had been incessantly challenging Jackie to wrestling matches, and every single day….Chase lost those wrestling matches. This is because Jackie was a legitimate superhero with enhanced strength and an intense, consistent training regime….and Chase….well….wasn’t. Chase ended up drained of all his energy every single time, and yet this still didn’t dissuade him from his challenges! So, as Jackie looked at Chase’s half-excited, half-arrogant expression….he decided that during this match, he would have to do something to show Chase that he was well and truly beat.

Chase was excitedly squaring up to Jackie in the training room, wearing a vest and a pair of sweatpants whilst Jackie donned his hero suit, except without the mask. Jackie raised an eyebrow at Chase as he watched the man stretch, and asked with a slightly amused smile.

‘Are you sure you wanna do this again? We must be into the double figures by now with our sparring sessions.’

Chase rolled his eyes, because arguably Jackie was going into the double figures with how many times he’d asked that question. Of course Chase was sure! With every session of wrestling and careful fighting he was getting stronger and stronger, he could just feel it! He grinned cheekily at Jackie as he replied.

‘You’re just scared because you know I’m getting stronger by the day! Don’t worry, I’m not gonna take your job just yet or anything.’

Jackie pursed his lips at Chase’s cheekiness, and planted his feet on the mat as he smiled at him coolly. He couldn’t wait to just put him in his place.

‘I’m not scared of that happening Chase, I just don’t wanna see you cry when I kick your ass into next week.’

‘Oho yeah? Come here and get it then!’

Thus, they began. Admittedly it was a slow beginning, because the two of them circled one another on the mat for a good few minutes, and even when they started, the two of them only gave out a few faux grapples to the other. On Chase’s side this was because he was cautious, and secretly a tad nervous, but on Jackie’s side it was very much strategic. Jackie was trying to lull Chase into thinking he wasn’t fully invested in the fight and that he didn’t plan on giving it his all, so that eventually his defences would falter….and Jackie would strike him down. Of course, with Jackie being a well-seasoned superhero with much experience fighting a plethora of individuals, it didn’t take long for his stratagem to prevail….and Chase’s arms began to lower as he threw out a slightly impatient taunt.

‘Man, you really are a softie at heart aren’t you? Ihi mean you aren’t even going for me, it’s like you’re asking to be taken down!’

Jackie snickered at that, and straightened up, his posture ramrod as he fixed Chase with a cool stare. Chase had to admit that he got a little chill down his spine, getting a feeling that Jackie was preparing for something….and soon enough, that feeing was confirmed when Jackie replied to him with a sneer.

‘That’s funny, I was just going to say the same about you.’

Then, with the speed of someone almost inhuman, Jackie launched himself at Chase. The poor dad had never really stood a chance. In seconds Jackie just had him on the floor, pinning him on his back on the mat, planting his knees either side of his hips as he held Chase’s wrists down above his head. Jackie chuckled in fond amusement, because as ever it was just so adorably easy. Chase grunted and struggled amidst all of this of course, but to no avail. Once again, he was beaten before anything had truly begun. Still though, as he looked up at Jackie, his determination outweighed his embarrassment.

‘Another round! This was barely fair, you didn’t even give me a chance to defend!’

‘Chase I circled you for ten minutes and gave you ample opportunities to attack me whilst giving you faux attacks to practise defending yourself against! You have to admit that this isn’t for you Chase, there’s no shame in being a lover more than a fighter.’

Chase grunted and carried on struggling, yes okay maybe he valued caring for other people, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t toughen up as well! He wasn’t going to give up on what he wanted, even if he had to annoy Jackie to the ends of the Earth to have this continue! He grinned up at Jackie stubbornly, and stuck his tongue out before replying defiantly.

‘Well I’m not gonna stop tryna train with you, you can’t stop me, you know how determined I can be!’

Jackie rolled his eyes fondly, because yes, admittedly one of Chase’s most prominent qualities was how determined his spirit was. However, this determination had riled Jackie to no end for weeks….and he’d had enough. So he was going to have to break Chase in the most loving way possible. He leant down so he was nose to nose with his stubborn best friend, and replied in a low tone with gleaming eyes.

‘Sure, you’re determined….but let’s see how long that determination lasts when someone actually works to break you.’

Chase scoffed. If Jackie thought he wouldn’t be able to handle being pinned down and playfully manhandled then he was SO wrong! He maintained his determined smile when Jackie used one hand to pin his wrists down above his head. But then, Jackie started wiggling the fingers of his free hand in the air above one of Chase’s bared armpits, and Chase’s eyes widened. No…..Jackie wouldn’t do that….would he?

‘….n-no….’

Jackie chuckled as he watched the apples of Chase’s cheeks go pink, and he replied with a sneer.

‘Oh yes.’

Jackie let his fingers descend and scratch ruthlessly in Chase’s underarm, making him squeal and burst out into frantic cackles. He started tugging at his wrists, but with Jackie being a superhero it basically meant that there was no way Chase was going to be able to get free.

‘NOHOHO NOHO JAHAHACKIE!’

‘Awww what’s wrong? Is someone feeling a little less determined?’

Jackie teased with a grin, scratching deep and fast as he relished in seeing Chase laugh. Jackie loved tickling Chase in general, he was so adorable when all he could do was laugh and laugh, but it was especially satisfying to tickle him with a vengeance. Needless to say, Chase was starting to regret having been so cocky.

‘STAHAHAPPIHIT YOHOHOU AHAHASS!’

Chase struggled harder, which only made Jackie laugh fondly as he scratched his other exposed armpit now, raising an eyebrow down at Chase as he replied.

‘I’d be a bit nicer if I were you, you know I know just what to do to make you scream.’

Chase let out a flustered whine, squeezing his eyes shut as he shook his head, trying to block out Jackie’s voice. Because it was true. Jackie knew Chase better than almost anyone, and Chase shuddered to think of how badly Jackie could torture him if he wanted to. He cried out cutely and imploringly.

‘NOHOHO NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE DOHON’T!’

Jackie chuckled, and hummed musingly as he let his tickling hand lazily trail down Jackie’s torso. Chase gulped and shivered, whining nervously as he tittered at the teasiness whilst Jackie muttered.

‘Ohhhh it would be sooo easy for me to wreck you…..and given how much you’ve been riling me and bugging me recently, you definitely deserve it….’

Jackie’s fingertips landed at Chase’s waist where they swept back and forth, teasing and tracing the sensitive skin to make Chase squeak and twitch oh so cutely. Chase was red-faced and giggling warmly, restless beyond belief as his cheeks started to ache from how widely and giddily he was smiling.

‘N-Nohoho p-plehehease! Ihihit tihickles s-so muhuch Ihihi cahan’t!’

‘Awwww, poor ticklish baby….’

Jackie crooned, making Chase let out a high pitched, indignant squeak as he retorted adorably.

‘I-Ihihi’m nahat a b-bahaby!’

Jackie laughed brightly, and kept on cooing down at Chase as he softly tickled along his waistline.

‘Who’s a tickly wittle baby booooo, hmm? Who’s got the itty bitty goo-goo giiiiggles?’

Literally Chase wanted nothing more than to curl up and hide for eternity. His blush was creeping down his neck as the butterflies in his tummy rampaged at the baby-talk, this was so unfair, baby-talk was the most evil teasy thing ever!

‘D-D-Dohohohooon’t oho my gohod Ihi’m gohonna dihihiiie!’

Jackie snorted and shook his head fondly down at Chase.

‘Hey Marvin and Anti are the drama queens in our household, we don’t need a third!’

Chase giggled at that, and then couldn’t help but reply with a cheeky grin, his tongue poking out through his teeth.

‘Ihif thehey’re drahama queens thehen you’re the drahama empress!’

Jackie gaped, and pointed at Chase as he narrowed his eyes threateningly.

‘Oh you’d better take that back right now!’

Chase giggled, grinning even more as he replied in a faux innocent way, because by this point he had just accepted his tickly fate.

‘Or what….your majesty?’

Jackie growled under his breath, and to think he was about to be nice! This punk was SO getting it now! Jackie’s eyes flicked down to Chase’s torso, and erode in on one particular little…button.

‘Oh you’re about to find out.’

Jackie wasted no more time. He leant down and attacked Chase’s navel with a torrent of the strongest, most rippling, noisy raspberries that you have ever had the damn privilege to witness. And oh how Chase screamed.

‘AAAAHHHH NAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAAA!!!’

Chase’s eyes bugged out of his sockets as shockwaves of ticklishness shot through his navel and went through his whole body, making him shriek and scream with sweet laughter as he bucked madly. Now he realised what Jackie had meant at the start about breaking him. Jackie smirked into Chase’s taut stomach, eagerly blowing another raspberry before he growled.

‘You ready to take that back yet, huh? Or does the wittle tickle baby need some more of his five a day?’

Chase shook his head frantically as he let out another shriek, laughing brightly as he replied very frantically.

‘AAAHHHAHAH IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAAAACK! JAHAHACKIEEE!!!’

‘And are you sorry for having been a tenacious little brat recently?’

Chase nodded frantically, getting tears in his eyes as Jackie playfully nibbled the rim of his bellybutton, making him snort through his laughter. Jackie only wished he had a camera so he could capture how utterly adorable Chase looked, all laughed to happy tears.

‘YEHEHEEESYESYESYESYEHES!!!’

Jackie laughed warmly, and after giving Chase’s navel a light nuzzle with his nose he finally relented, leaning up and releasing Chase’s hands. Chase curled up into a ball the second that Jackie shifted off him, and the hero fondly stroked his fingers through the childish father’s hair.

‘You good buddy?’

Chase initially just whined into his forearms, which made Jackie snicker, before he scooped the hero up into his lap so he could cuddle him.

‘You are one determined little rascal aren’t you?’

‘Thahank you….’

Chase giggled into Jackie’s chest, humming as the hero kept stroking his hair. Jackie gently sighed, and looked at Chase fondly as he spoke in a soft, tender voice.

‘Y’know, sometimes knowing how to physically fight someone doesn’t actually matter. Sometimes, just have a determined attitude like that is more than enough….you feel me?’

Chase looked up at Jackie, and deep down….yeah, he definitely understood that now. Of course, on the outside he was still a complete goofball, so he rubbed his palms against Jackie’s cheeks as he replied with a giggle.

‘Yeah man I feeeeel yohou-‘

‘Alright that’s it, I’m using you as my bench pressing weight for the rest of the day!’

Chase squealed and laughed as Jackie slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, before indeed bench pressing using Chase as his weight for pretty much the rest of the day. It shouldn’t have taken the whole day really, but for some reason Chase was awfully giggly every time Jackie grasped him and lifted him into the air above him. That’s the thing about happiness, it persists in you for oh so long.

WOOOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 years

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countdown

Pairings: Platonic Mai/Ty Lee

Word Count: 2,194 words

me? writing atla tfic? it’s more likely than you think

anyways this is based on an ask i got a bit ago, hope y’all enjoy! i’m trying to branch out the fandoms i write for, so i’m happy i managed to finish this one lol

Even though the war was over, the nations were reunited, and the world was saved, Mai was still bored. Which, go figure. She’d been bored for most of her life.

But it was a little easier, now. Even when they were kids, there was still the pressure put on them by their families and their positions, and Mai found that she was never fully capable of having innocent childhood fun. Since her short stint in prison for the last few weeks of the war, followed by the actual end of the century-long war, that pressure had considerably decreased, leaving her with less scrutiny and more free time.

Which is how she found herself yet again on the island of Kyoshi, visiting one of the only people in the world she cared to check up on herself. It wasn’t a bad place to live, all things considered-- the lack of any royal or noble presence was a plus, and the Kyoshi Warriors, she’d come to learn, were overall pretty cool. She’d even had a couple sparring sessions with them, informal matches that were more about showing off than beating each other, but they’d helped her realize that it was getting surprisingly easier for her to just have fun. It was a weird feeling, but she didn’t mind it.

Still, when it came down to it, there was really only one reason why Mai kept coming back to Kyoshi Island. That reason was currently hanging upside down from a tree.

“Mai!” Ty Lee called, the blood alreading starting to rush to her head. “Do you think I can flip off of this branch?”

“Probably,” Mai replied with her patented flatness. She herself was lying on a stone bench under the tree. Every now and then she would toss a small knife in the air and catch it, until lifting her arm became too tedious for the task.

She heard Ty Lee making a dissatisfied noise from the tree, and so she tried again. “Try flipping off it and landing on your hands.”

She felt rather than saw Ty Lee brighten. “Oh, fun!” The leaves above Mai’s head shook as Ty Lee readjusted herself, and after a moment she grunted, presumably releasing herself from the branch.

“I did it!” she called out from somewhere to Mai’s right, and Mai let a small smile curve her lips.

“Nice.”

The afternoon settled back into a peaceful silence. Mai didn’t hate the boredom, if she was being honest. It felt comfortable, like a worn robe. It also helped that Ty Lee was perfectly capable of entertaining herself, so Mai didn’t have to try to be someone she’s not just to please her friend.

Today, however, Ty Lee did seem a little off. Nothing that was a cause of concern, but there was a little extra jitteryness to her today, a lack of concentration that was apparent in the way she was wholly unable to achieve any sort of stillness.

“Did you drink some bad tea or something?” Mai asked bluntly as Ty Lee began fidgeting yet again.

Ty Lee seemed surprised that Mai called her out, but there wasn’t any hesitation in her voice as she answered. “Nope! I’m just... in a weird mood, I guess.”

Mai hummed. “Vibe check?”

“It’s called an aura, I know you know this--!” Ty Lee retorted with their old argument, before she continued, “And it’s a little foggy today, but also, like, glittery? Glittery fog? Foggy glitter? Does that make sense?”

“No.”

“Well, that’s what it is.” And with that, Ty Lee fell back to the ground, pulling up random handfuls of grass and scattering them in the wind.

Mai didn’t respond, instead picking up her knife to throw it again. Whatever. If Ty Lee said she was fine, then she was fine.

A few minutes later, the silence was broken again by Ty Lee’s voice.

“Hey, do you remember that game we used to play?”

Mai flipped her knife again, caught it. “Which one?”

It took Ty Lee a few seconds to answer, which was a little weird. Mai didn’t turn her head to check, but she figured the other girl might’ve just been focused on holding a pose and forgot her own question. That happened sometimes.

But then Mai heard Ty Lee clear her throat, and when she spoke again, there was an overcasual air to it.

“Countdown?”

Mai froze with her hand halfway raised, her knife held loosely in her fingers as if she was a moment away from throwing it. She rolled her head to the side, and caught sight of Ty Lee sitting crosslegged on the ground.

“Countdown?” Mai repeated, and she watched a light blush blossom on Ty Lee’s face as she nodded.

“Yeah!” she replied, enthusiastic and bright. “Remember, I’d get into a specific position, like, um, standing on my hands or balanced on one foot, and I’d have to hold it for a certain amount of time, and then, um, you’d--”

“I remember it,” Mai cut her off. Ty Lee floundered for a moment before pressing on, a smile back on her face.

“That was such a fun game! And you were always really good at it, too!” she continued. She opened her mouth to say something else, but she seemed to change her mind; instead, she merely finished, “Yep. Good times!”

She immediately folded herself forward, getting up on her hands and walking along the rocky terrain. Mai watched her as she moved. Her legs pedaled subconciously to keep her balance. Her right wrist gave the slightest twinge when she put pressure on it, an old childhood injury that never fully healed. Every ten seconds, she’d huff a breath from her nose to blow a stray strand of hair from her face.

Mai knew Ty Lee very well. So the fact Ty Lee thought Mai wouldn’t pick up on what she was actually asking for-- well, it was almost insulting.

She laid her knife on the bench as she sat up slowly, peering at Ty Lee from across the courtyard. When her back was turned, Mai rose and meandered across the yard.

“Hey,” she called as she got near. Despite her position, Ty Lee didn’t startle; she merely looked up at Mai, a pleasant expression on her face.

“Hey!”

Mai got right to it. “Wanna play Countdown?”

Now Ty Lee startled, gracefully falling out of her handstand as she landed on the cobblestone. She looked up at Mai with a surprised expression.

“Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s too... silly?”

Mai shrugged. “It is.”

She looked down at Ty Lee again, raising an eyebrow. The two stared at each other for a minute before Ty Lee began lightly giggling.

“Um, okay! Great!” she said. It was funny how flustered she already was. “Um, so what should I...?”

Mai shrugged. “I mean, you’re stronger than you used to be. Can you hold a more difficult pose?”

Ty Lee brightened at the compliment, her cheeks a fairly rosy hue now. “Probably!”

She rose halfway, contorting herself differently as Mai watched. It didn’t take her long to come into a simple back bend, a bit more contorted than anyone else would be in that position, but that was Ty Lee for you. Always pushing herself just this side of normal.

A back bend, interestingly enough, also led to her bare stomach being exposed to the open air. Mai didn’t say anything.

She reached forward, shifting Ty Lee’s skirt so it wouldn’t get caught on anything, but the other girl tensed under the light touch, her smile growing somehow even wider on her face. Mai quirked her lips.

“How long do you wanna go?”

Ty Lee scrunched her face in contemplation. “Maybe five minutes?”

Mai’s eyebrows shot up. “You seriously think you can last five whole minutes?”

Honestly, she hadn’t even meant anything with that statement, but the way Ty Lee’s body twitched in self defense made Mai remember why she was so good as this game.

“Um--” Ty Lee said, her voice high. “Okay, two minutes?”

Mai rolled her eyes. “One minute. If you can take that, we’ll keep going.”

Spirits, Ty Lee’s face was getting redder and redder, and Mai knew it was only partly due to the blood rushing to her head. She nodded once, her smile anticipatory and warm.

Mai’s lips quirked into a smirk. Without preamble she lifted one hand above Ty Lee’s stomach.

“Go.”

As soon as the word was out of her mouth, she began skittering five fingers right in the center of Ty Lee’s tummy. Ty Lee gasped, her torso jerking away from Mai’s touch before she got herself under control.

“Ahahaha! Mai!”

“One,” Mai said, ignoring Ty Lee. She lazily drew random patterns along Ty Lee’s skin with her nails. “Two. Three. Four--”

Ty Lee squealed, wiggling back and forth as much as she could in her position. “Nahahaha!”

Mai tsked. “Hold still.” She brought up her second hand, tracing the stretch of skin between Ty Lee’s hips and stomach.

Ty Lee gasped again, locking her joints and letting her head fall back limply. “Mahahahahai!”

“What?” Mai asked, a sly smile on her face. “Just stay still, it’s not that hard.”

Ty Lee snorted, scrunching her eyes shut. “Keep cohohohounting!”

Oh, yeah. Mai’s smile grew as she continued, “Four. Five. Six. Seven--”

This went on for a bit, Mai just giving the lightest tickles to Ty Lee’s tummy area and Ty Lee giggling away at the gentle touches. It wasn’t until Mai’s hand drifted just a bit to far to one side that her laughter increased dramamtically.

“Mai!” she cried, rocking away from the touch. “Not there!”

Mai ignored her, instead choosing to focus her attacks on both of Ty Lee’s sides. “Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three--”

She almost couldn’t hear herself counting over the sound of Ty Lee’s laughter; the acrobat was almost continuously rocking back and forth now, desperately trying to evade the evil tickles. Yet despite her frantic escape attempts, she still held her pose, her hands and feet still firmly planted on the ground. Mai smiled to herself. Ty Lee never gave up without a fight.

“Thrity five. Thirty six. Thirty seven--”

Still, that didn’t mean Mai was just gonna let her win.

“Thirty eight. Thirty nine. Forty--”

Mai crouched down suddenly, rearranging herself so she was level with the arch of Ty Lee’s stomach. Slowing the tickles for just a moment, she reached one hand over to continue to scratch at Ty Lee’s other side, while the other slowly drifted down to tickle along her exposed back. Ty Lee gave a choking gasp, and her eyes flew open again.

“Nahahaha! Mai! Plehehease!”

“Forty one,” she continued, tazing two fingers into Ty Lee’s side while her other hand aimed for the dip of her lower back. “Forty two. Forty three--”

By this point, Mai’s laughter was nearly entirely screams; her arms and legs shook, dangerously close to giving out on her.

“Gonna give up?” Mai asked, interrupting herself to lean over Ty Lee’s face. The other girl’s face was bright red, and her smile was wider than Mai had seen in years.

Through her peals of laughter, Ty Lee cracked an eye open. “Neveheheher!”

Mai sighed, loud enough to signify that she didn’t mean it. “Whatever.”

And with that, she leaned forward to blow a raspberry against Mai’s exposed side.

Mai shrieked, arms and legs folding in as she dropped to the ground. She tried to roll away, but Mai easily followed her, hands coming back to mercilessly attack all around Ty Lee’s bellybutton.

“You lost,” Mai said, as if Ty Lee wasn’t writhing with giggles below her. “Too bad.”

Ty Lee didn’t respond, too busy weakly batting at Mai’s hands. “Nahahaha!”

Mai hummed. “Still have to finish the minute,” she replied, enjoying how Ty Lee’s head weakly fell back to the ground as she continued laughing. “Stay still. Forty four. Forty five. Forty six--”

Finally, after many more giggles and snorts and squeals, Mai slowed her hands until she was merely tracing over Ty Lee’s skin. The other girl laid on the ground, only slightly wiggling when Mai’s fingers ghosted too closely to her sweet spots.

“That was fun,” Ty Lee giggled, stretching out like a housecat as she relaxed into the gentle touches. She cracked open one eye to peer up at Mai. “Thank you so much for playing Countdown with me, Mai! Did you have fun, too?”

Her cheerfulness was nauseating, but Mai couldn’t honestly say that she hated it. Still, she kept her face and voice neutral as she replied, “Whatever. It’s not like there was anything better to do.”

Ty Lee giggled, giving Mai a knowing look.

“That’s not what your aura says,” she teased. “It’s all smooth and clear now. You had fun, you can admit it--”

She cut herself off with another squeal as Mai abruptly squeezed her side again.

“Shut up,” Mai said, but there was the smallest of smiles on her face. As Ty Lee smiled up at her yet again, even Mai had to admit that there were worse ways to spend the day.

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jaxsteamblog · 4 years

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Rebirth

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The coronation was a stampeding animal, bearing down on Katara. Watching the deadline creep closer, she got more and more irritable. She had picked fights with Sokka after Zuko refused to engage with her. The fear she fueled into school and stopped eating or sleeping regularly to read and study.

It was during one bout of isolation that Sokka barged into her apartment and both he and Suki pried her away from her desk. Zuko was down in the lot and shoved her into the back of a car, getting in quickly after her. As his door closed and she started to fuss, the driver pulled out of the lot.

“I have so much to do!” Katara complained

“No you don’t. I have your schedule.” Zuko said calmly.

“I don’t want to go.” She whined.

“Yes you do. You missed me.” He replied.

“Yeah.” She said, defeated, and fell forward onto him. With her head against his chest, Zuko patted her head.

“I didn’t pack.” She finally said.

“I did.” He said and Katara sighed.

After sitting back, she smoothed out her seat belt.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“Remember our museum trip?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Right. Well, I thought we’d go see the real thing.”

“We’re going to Omashu?” Katara asked.

“Yup. The Queen has invited us to stay while we visit the cave.” Zuko answered.

“Hopefully it won’t end like our museum trip.” Katara said and chuckled.

“Or our date.” He added. They both laughed and Katara leaned over, resting against his shoulder.

“I’m sure it will be nice.” She murmured.

“Okay, this is worse actually.” Katara grunted.

“Did I jinx it or was it you?” Zuko asked as he struggled against his bonds.

“Shut it!” A voice shouted and banged something heavy against the side of the van.

“How did we survive an entire war but end up getting kidnapped twice?” Katara questioned while twisting her wrists. The plastic zip ties kept the plastic tarp secured around her hands. Her feet were similarly bound and she felt like a house pet wearing booties. And, as crude as it was, she couldn’t bend like this.

Zuko’s shackles were far worse. Resembling traction headgear, pins were jammed into his wrists and ankles, held in place with plastic cuffs. The acupuncture blocked his chi and threatened to skewer him if he moved too much.

“Okay, we have to get out of this van.” Zuko said.

“Then what?” Katara asked.

“We run into the tunnels.” Zuko stated simply.

“Right.” Katara muttered. “Where are your babysitters again?”

“That’s an excellent question. I have a sneaking suspicion that these fellows are Fire Nation.” He replied.

“Great.”

“Ready?”

“As much as I’ll ever be.”

Katara laid on her back with her feet to the van doors and started kicking at it viciously.

“Hey! Dirtbags! I have to pee!” She shouted.

Continuing to kick, there was a grunt as the door opened and someone caught a foot in the face.

“My bad.” Katara called out.

“What do you want?” Another man demanded.

“I thought I made that clear.” Katara said as she moved awkwardly to her knees. With both of their hands bound behind their backs, moving around was nearly impossible.

“Fine, but you better not try nothing princess.” The man said.

As Katara started to scoot down from the van, she fell forward and the man, on instinct, reached out to catch her. While he bent over, Zuko jumped onto his back as he leaped out of the van. Keeping her feet planted, Katara waited for the moment Zuko’s weight lifted and then rolled the man off her.

“I see seven.” Katara called as she started to run after Zuko.

“There’s ten.” He yelled back.

The tunnels to the cave had been closed by the Queen of Omashu for their visit. When they arrived, the only other vehicle was a park van that they both assumed belonged to whatever ranger was staffed here. They had barely made it inside before the group fell on them. Whoever they were, Fire Nation or not, they were prepared for them.

“How are we going to lose them?” Katara asked as she caught up. She could hear their pursuers right behind them.

“This would be great if we were Earthbenders.” Zuko muttered.

A blast of fire roared past Katara’s head and she yelped.

“Well thank the spirits they aren’t either.” She retorted.

“We need to-” Zuko started but was cut off by a loud rumbling. The ground fell away from underneath their feet and they both screamed as they fell backward. Sliding down into the dark, Katara could hear other screams.

When they hit the ground, the few captors who fell with them toppled into a pile. Scurrying on their backsides, Zuko and Katara bumped into each other into the dark.

“Where are they?” One man yelled.

With no forthcoming flame, Katara figured they were non-Benders.

“We know you’re in here.” Another woman shouted. They were moving and Katara figured their space was actually large enough to keep a good distance. If they didn’t manage to wander over to their side.

“Come here.” Zuko whispered. Katara slid until she bumped into Zuko’s head.

“Hold still. This is going to be a little warm.” He said. She heard him blow out a breath and her hands got very warm. Clenching her hands into fists, Katara tried to keep from touching the plastic.

“Pull them apart, but keep them back here.” Zuko said. Yanking her hands apart, the plastic tie popped apart. Then, with tender fingers, Zuko pried open the melted plastic from around her hands.

With her hands mostly free, Katara wiggled her fingers.

“Your turn.” She whispered and turned around. It was pitch black in their sealed room and Katara had to feel for the shackles.

“Time to take your suggestion.” She whispered and leaned over to get as close as she could to the cuffs. Gathering spit in her mouth, Katara directed onto the locks.

“That’s disgusting.” Zuko whispered.

“Thank me later.” Katara muttered.

“I hear them!” The woman yelled.

Freezing the lock, Katara swiped her hands on the ground for a rock. Suddenly bumping into one, she grabbed it and brought it down on the cuffs as gently as she could. Now that they were both free, Zuko jumped up and immediately punched out two quick fire blasts. Shooting blind, he nonetheless startled their pursuers and found their position.

“Ugh, there’s no water in here.” Katara grumbled.

“We’ll make do.” Zuko said and pulled two fire daggers from the air. He held them in a defensive stance and Katara looked over at the other two people.

Fire might not stand up well against steel.

As the attackers rushed them, they stumbled as the ground shook again. Dissipating his blades, Zuko grabbed Katara to steady her.

They both stared open mouthed as a badgerole erupted into their vacant space. Its nose wriggled furiously and its head swiveled back and forth. When its blind eyes turned to them, Katara clutched Zuko and they only looked back.

“YARGH!” The man on the other side of the badgermole yelled. The badgermole shrieked and whipped back around and Katara heard the sound of a body hitting dirt. Scurrying upward, the badgermole dug a new tunnel but funneled the falling dirt to one side.

“I think that’s our ride.” Zuko said, pulling Katara as he ran to the badgermole. He grabbed onto the beast’s hide and tugged Katara onto its back. Keeping low, they both shielded their heads as the badgermole continued to dig its way through the earth.

After some terrifying, claustrophobic minutes, Katara felt cool air on her face. The badgermole stopped and Zuko held onto Katara as they slid off.

Still looking at the badgermole, Zuko held out his hand. The badgermole sniffed it and pressed the tip of its sensitive nose against Zuko’s palm.

“Thank you.” Zuko said.

The badgermole turned and dug into the floor, burying down once again.

Exhausted, they both sat down. They worked in silence on their feet and completely freed themselves. Tossing the broken plastic into a pile, Katara pulled her knees to her chest. There were crystals in this cavern and they emitted a soft green light. It was enough to see by, though everything was dim.

“Why do you think they were Fire Nation?” She asked.

“No one else could’ve gotten past my guard.” Zuko said and sighed.

“What else?” Katara questioned.

“A lot of people in my country are unhappy with me. They think I’m going to be controlled by one of the other nations.” He explained.

“Well you’re wrong.” Katara said.

“What do you mean?”

“The two in the pit. Their knives were Water Tribe.”

“So they were after you?”

“Oh no, I fully believe they were after you.”

“Framing the Poles then?”

“I guess your family might not like me.”

Zuko nodded and reclined with his hands pressed against the ground.

“It’s kinda funny.” He remarked.

“What?”

“Our countries aren’t exactly friendly with each other. And I almost died because of it. But these tunnels saved us.”

Katara looked at him for a moment, taking in his expression and the line of his body. Then she too sat back, resting against Zuko as they both stared up at the twinkling cavern ceiling.

“But our people aren’t at war. We’re both alive. And we can continue on, together.” She said.

“It’s like they get another chance.” Zuko sighed and leaned his head against hers.

It took them a few hours to be found, and they were ready for another fight. Dragging the bound kidnappers with them, Zuko and Katara relaxed in front of the royal guard. They were then told, with panicked excitement, that they were to be brought before the Queen.

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The Queen and the Butterfly II: The Witch’s Curse - The Final Chapter: Part 20

This story is a sequel to “The Queen and the Butterfly”.

The story: Poppy offers Branch some cupcakes with butterflies in it which turns out to be mysterious. When the two Trolls eat them, they got transformed into butterflies themselves and realize that the cupcakes were actually cursed by an evil witch! Now they must try to find the witch who made those cupcakes and get a cure to get themselves back to normal, while encountering obstacles in the process along the way.

You already seen what had happened in Part 19. Now get ready for the final part of the story - Part 20!:

A few minutes later, Poppy and Branch were now in the banquet room, waiting for Chrystelle to finish her latest creation. Poppy’s face is filled with hope and concern at the same time while she waited.

She was also sitting on the wrapper of the eaten butterfly cupcake that she and Branch have found when they first entered the mansion. She decided to study it closely to see if there are any answers about the victimized Troll who ate this. Unfortunately, she is unable to think due to trying to get Chrystelle or Branch to help her explain this.

Poppy tried to talk to Branch for help, but he was too busy flying around the mansion in order to pass the time.

But only this time, he looked happy instead of grumbling to himself. He appeared from just right above her, fluttering upside down like the way she did when he was stuck in a spiderweb two days ago. He called out to her happily “Hey, Poppy! How’s it going?”

“Hey, Branch,” said Poppy, giggling when she saw him. “You look funny. Why are you upside down?”

Branch laughed. “No, why aren’t you?!”

"Okay! I get it, Branch. You’re being upside for the next whole three hours and you’re enjoying it right now?!”

“Sorry, Poppy,” said Branch, fluttering in circles. “I just can’t help it but it’s so much fun to be flying upside!” He began to fly around in a little loop, hollering “Whooooooo!!”

Poppy giggled. “You’re adorable!”

“Yes!” Branch said. “Wow! So this is what it feels like!”

“I never knew you acted just like me before!” said Poppy.

“Thanks!” Branch replied. “Maybe someday when I’m now a Troll, I wish I have wings so I can fly around and defend Trolls from danger!”

He sped around in a circle with expert form. Flying like a butterfly was entirely different from walking like a Troll, but he could tell it was just as awesome. He zoomed back to Poppy, calling out “Hey, shall we chase each other? I'll race you to that plant over there!”

He gestured to a nearby plant pot in a corner and fluttered away. Poppy called back “You’re on, my boyfriend!” and zipped after him, flapping her wings and trying to catch up to him.

But ironically, Poppy was even more faster than Branch. She twirled around like an expert flyer and came right in front of Branch, much to his surprise.

“Race me there!” she laughed as she fluttered away. “You can’t catch me!”

“Come on, Poppy!” Branch said, laughing back at her. “Not this again! This time, I’m gonna get you now!”

The two of them are having the best time of their life, fluttering and twirling around the banquet room and laughing. For Poppy, it was great to pass the time when she and Branch were still butterflies. But she thought about Chrystelle’s plan of changing them back and wondered when she’ll be coming for them.

She wanted to think about this later, as she tried catching up to Branch once he flew past her.

Branch fluttered just above Poppy, trying to keep up with her as she instantly flew past him. He called down to her “Watch me do a loop, Poppy! It’s gonna be so cool and I’m totally gonna win!”

“Okay!” Poppy agreed. “If you say so!”

Branch narrowed his eyes, and he bolted downwards like a zipping missile.

Then he flew upwards before becoming upside down above Poppy.

She watched with awed amazement as Branch twirled and fluttered downwards again.

“WHOOOOOO!!!” Branch hollered happily as he twirled.

Finally, he zoomed past Poppy before smacking straight into a giant green Troll ear! It was Chrystelle’s ear.

“Hey there, little butterfly Troll!” she greeted him happily. “Wow! Aren’t you excited?”

“I am!” Branch said, grinning. “Sorry to run over to you, Chrystelle! I was starting to get the hang of it learning how to be a butterfly!”

“I see. That’s adorable!” Chrystelle said, pinching Branch’s cheek with her fingers and making him giggle. Then she pulled out two cupcakes from her pocket and presented them to Poppy and Branch. One was frosted like a rainbow, and the other was frosted in pink adorned with candies shaped like a ribbon bow.

“What’s that beautiful smell?” Poppy said, sniffing around the room. Her nose caught the delicious scent of Chrystelle’s new cupcakes. “Whoa!”

“Hey, Poppy,” she said. “Check out what I baked for you so far! Cupcakes with frosting shaped like Troll hair!”

She moved the cupcakes closer for Poppy and Branch to see. They reluctantly flutter to each cupcake and glanced at the frosting. They do indeed look like Troll hair. Chrystelle had put up every single idea to recap what Troll hair does look like.

“Oh, these look fantastic!” Poppy squealed, gazing at the pink-frosted cupcake with the candy ribbon. “I’ve never seen cupcakes decorated like Troll hair before!”

Chrystelle smiled. “Thanks, Poppy,” she said. “I made them myself! But I added some secret ingredients into it.” Then she decreased the volume of her voice to an audible whisper. “Don’t tell anyone about them! It’s secret!”

“Well, since you just mentioned 'secret ingredients',” Branch said. “How can we tell if these cupcakes can help us turn back to normal?”

“You have to eat them to see if they can really take effect,” Chrystelle explained. “Don’t depend how much they really take effect. Just wait a moment until you see what happens.”

Branch wasn’t so sure about this idea. He fluttered up to her face and asked “Are you sure that this is really going to work because what if these cupcakes change us randomly? What if I become a snail, or a peacock, or a unicorn....?”

Chrystelle giggled at this statement. “No, you won’t become anything else once you eat these cupcakes,” she told him. “It will definitely work! I’ve made a lot of experiments recently until you guys needed my help to change you back to Trolls. Hopefully the rest of the Trolls will know who I really am and I’ll prove that I’m a bit different.”

Poppy hovered forward and said “Chrystelle, it’d be our honor to help manage your feelings. Besides, what could go wrong if we ate the wrong cupcake?”

“I’m sure you’ll never want to hope for that,” Chrystelle replied. Then she held up her cupcakes for Poppy and Branch to eat. “Now eat these up. I promise they will work like success! Trust me.”

“Excuse me? Trust you?” Branch asked curiously. “I’m not so sure about this.”

“It’ll be fine. Just eat them!” Chrystelle told him, gesturing to her cupcakes. “Come on. Don’t be shy.”

But Branch pulled Poppy aside, and the two slinked into a fluttering huddle to speak privately.

“Uh, Poppy,” he said. “I’m starting to get a little worried right now about what would happen if we eat these new mysterious cupcakes. I mean, look at them! Do you think it looks dangerous than the ones decorated with candy butterflies?”

Poppy smiled with encouragement. “Cheer up, Branch! It will be fine!” she told him. “Chrystelle is counting on us!”

“Yeah, I was also hoping to just say goodbye to my antennae and butterfly wings before I possess arms and legs again,” Branch explained, flapping his wings. “And you know what? I am starting to feel a little more comfortable fluttering around and I’m gonna miss all of this adventure.”

“Me too!” said Poppy. “I've been flying around without two legs for days and picking things up with these!” She put her wings in the air with triumph, and finally, she fluttered towards the pink cupcake, concluding “Butterfly wings? I'm thrilled that's all I'll be dealing with back when I’ll eat these!”

“You better get eating right now,” said Chrystelle, shaking her cupcakes. “What are you waiting for?”

“You know, we’ve only been butterflies for a short time,” Branch said to her as he cautiously approached the rainbow cupcake; the only cupcake he must eat to regain his Troll form. “But I think it’s time I want to stop flying like this right away.”

Branch and Poppy went nearer to the cupcakes, sniffing at them. They try to understand what it smells like and what Chrystelle actually put in there.

I hope it isn’t poison, Branch thought anxiously. But let’s eat them anyway.

Then he took a bite on his cupcake. Poppy did the same with the other one. CHOMP!!! CHOMP!!!

They chewed and swallowed as chunks of the cakes went through their mouths. Smiling, they dipped themselves into the colorful frosting and munched happily on their final dessert of their lifetime.

CHOMP!!! CHOMP!!! CHOMP!!! CHOMP!!!!

They peeked out of the bite-marked hole of the cupcakes for a moment and glance at each other, eating heartily. Then they resumed their eating, wiggling their little bean-shaped bodies back and forth like worms.

Chrystelle began to giggle. It was just too much to watch that she clearly got amused even more! “I like the way you are eating!” she exclaimed through laughter.

Suddenly, bright balls of light emitted from inside the cupcakes with Poppy and Branch still eating in them. Shining and shimmering, they now looked like glowing balls of magic!

Horrified, Chrystelle stared at the glowing cupcakes. Then she quickly placed them on the table. They began to shake, as well as the table and the leftover eaten butterfly cupcake, once swirls of purple and pink surrounded the room.

“What’s happening?!” Chrystelle cried, totally losing her pressure. “What have I done? I think this experiment is not working so well!”

Indeed she was right. There were no more than a few seconds later as the cupcakes exploded with a burst of magic and a splatter of rainbow frosting all over the room! She closed her eyes as everything around her went...

POOOOOOOOOFFFF!!!

When everything came to clear, Chrystelle looked around, calling out in anguish “Poppy? Poppy! Queen Poppy! Where are you?!”

A hush fell over the large cloud of magic as it faded from view. Everything was still and in a mess of rainbow cupcake frosting, but Chrystelle couldn’t tear her eyes away from the spot where Poppy, Branch and her Troll hair cupcakes have disappeared.

Chrystelle’s eyes were wet with tears. She couldn’t believe the queen of Troll Village has been gone. But she couldn’t be gone forever.....could she? The idea was almost too much to bear.

Then the magic cloud had vanished, revealing Poppy and Branch, back in their restored Troll forms, coated with rainbow frosting from the magic blast and lying on the table, groaning. The Troll hair cupcakes they’ve been eating were lopsided on the edge, dripping some frosting onto the floor.

“Where are we?” asked Branch, rubbing his eyes. “W-w-what happened to us? We were eating just now!”

“Yeah,” Poppy said. “I felt strange!”

Chrystelle gasped with excitement and cheered as she rushed to Poppy and enveloped her in a big hug. “Poppy! Thank god! It worked!” she squealed happily. “I’m so glad you’re back to normal! Look at you! You’re a pretty beautiful queen again!”

“What?” asked Poppy. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re now a Troll again!” she told her as she pointed at her light blue dress. “Look!”

Poppy looked at her arms, then at her legs and finally, she felt her dress. She whooped with pride. “Yaaaaaay! I can feel my arms again! I’m totally back! I’m a Troll again! The queen’s finally back in town! Woooo-hoooo!!!”

Then Branch stood up, celebrating as well. He felt his arms, legs and his clothes as he danced along with Poppy. “I can feel them too! Especially my legs!” He looked up as his head for his butterfly antennae. Realizing they were no longer there anymore, he added “And I don’t have antennae in my head anymore! Oh, man! This is great! It’s so good to be back as a Troll once more! I am never eating anything like this anymore!”

Poppy jumped out of the table and embraced Chrystelle. “Thank you so much for your help, Chrystelle!” she said gratefully. “What you did was so amazing and inspiring! Your cupcakes you made taste very good than the other ones you give us!”

“You’re welcome, Poppy,” Chrystelle said kindly, wiping some cupcake frosting off Poppy’s dress with her hand. “I’m glad you like the cupcakes, especially that Troll beside you.” She pointed at Branch, who was checking to see if he still has his butterfly wings. But all he can see is nothing but his blue-skinned arms.

“Great,” he said sarcastically, waving his arms as if those are his own “butterfly wings”. “I don’t even have wings anymore. Let me see if I can try to fly.”

He flapped his arms and tried to take off, but instead, he fell facedown to the ground. SPLAT!!!

He landed on a smudge of pink cupcake frosting on the floor. Sitting up, he wiped some away from his face and concluded “My ability to fly is gone. What a pity.”

Deep down, he knew flying like a butterfly feels exciting for him, but for becoming a Troll again, that was a little hard to expect.

Chrystelle knelt down and helped him get up to his feet and asked “What’s your name? I don’t even know you since the cupcakes took effect!”

“Now you want me to introduce myself?” Branch retorted, dusting away the mess from his clothes with his hands. He stomped his foot and said “Fine! Here goes!” He cleared his throat before beginning to say his name. “The name’s Branch. I’m with Poppy the whole time. And you’re the one who fed me a cookie?”

“Yes,” Chrystelle answered awkwardly, trying not to feel the tone of his sarcasm. “Explain why you are here?”

“I was turned into a butterfly with her as well!” Branch went on. “I even ate that butterfly cupcake of yours and we had to spend the day flying around Troll Town in search of you after you left town 300 years ago!”

Chrystelle stared at him in upright shock for a moment. Then her frown faded as she said “After all these 300 years of isolation, you’re the only Troll who do even know who I am!” She held up her hand to shake hands with Branch. "Nice to meet you, Branch! Nice of you to support the queen!”

Branch shook her hand, replying “Thanks. It was my honor. Now is there anything else to explain for Poppy giving me that cupcake?!” He angrily pointed to the leftover butterfly cupcake on the table, smeared with pink frosting from the magical blast earlier. He turned to Poppy and gave her his infamous glare. “Poppy?!”

Poppy was so surprised that her voice quavered as she spoke to Branch “I swear I won’t be giving you any of those anymore, and it was official.”

Chrystelle glanced at their conversation. So far, she’d been very helpful to them, but now, she wanted to turn away from them and isolate in her beautiful yet creepy house once again so nobody will be able to see her true colors.

She looked at Poppy and Branch with sadness in her eyes. “Now that you two are back to normal, I think you just need to leave now,” she said.

“Why?” asked Poppy. “Don’t you want to stay? The rest of Troll Village will be excited for your reformation!”

“I know they would be,” Chrystelle said, sighing. “But I’m not coming with you. I’m just so nervous if the rest of the Trolls will think I’m like a witch to them right now when I claimed I managed to change my habit.”

She glanced up to space. Thinking of the citizens of Troll Village made her stomach lurch. She took a deep breath and turned on her feet to leave. She had no choice. If everyone believes her tendencies since the day she got fired from her own bakery, she would just have to go it alone.

Poppy stepped forward and pleaded “Please come with us, Chrystelle. You’ll be one of us if you change.” She put an arm on Chrystelle’s shoulder and gave her an encouraging smile.

“Really?” she asked hopefully. I don’t think so. Do you think there is a way you can do to prevent me from coming to Troll Town?”

“Branch and I can show you how to live positively,” Poppy explained. “Just try to come outside with us. We’ll try to look for a new job for you once we get there.” She turned to Branch and he nodded with agreement, folding his arms bravely.

The green yellow-haired Troll felt a wave of relief wash over her as she realized the Troll queen will be helping her to live in the village once again. She hadn’t let herself admit that she had been scared to cause trouble again. Now all she needs to do was to prove that she’s changed.

“Um, okay,” she said, not feeling so sure. “It’s worth a try.”

Moments later, Poppy, Branch and Chrystelle are walking together around the forest, heading back to town.

Chrystelle felt a little better as they walked on. “It’s a good thing you brought me here, Poppy,” she told her. “Everything looks so peaceful in the meantime.”

“Yes!” the queen agreed. “And in Troll Village, you’re gonna love the most awesome changes ever since you left and everyone will love you once again!”

“Will they?” asked Chrystelle hopefully. “I still don’t know about this.”

“Just trust me,” Poppy reassured her. “Everytroll will!” Until her voice faltered with confusion as she concluded “Except...”

She thought about the leftover eaten butterfly cupcake back in the mansion. She had a moment of realization that she haven’t tell her what happened to the Troll who have been implied to come there and eat it before ending up as a butterfly in the first place since she and Branch came to her house! Stroking her chin with her finger, Poppy turned to Chrystelle with a worried-stricken look on her face and asked her “Can you tell me what happened to that Troll who came to your mansion before we even came? We saw an eaten butterfly cupcake in your banquet room!”

Chrystelle thought about this. Before knowing what is going on, she gasped after realizing what is the truth behind all of this.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she explained. “A few days ago, a Troll named William went to my mansion and ate my butterfly cupcake sitting there. After turning into a butterfly, my cat Winkles saw him and accidentally ate him alive!”

Poppy and Branch were mortified! “Oh my god,” Poppy gasped, putting her hand to her mouth. “Why did your cat eat him?”

“It’s because of his habit of chasing butterflies, Poppy!” Branch complained. “It’s a relief that your cat didn’t even eat me alive as well! Otherwise I could end up in his stomach being digested…like a Bergen’s stomach!”

“You know, sometimes being eaten by Bergens when you guys are butterflies would be as better as being eaten by Winkles,” Chrystelle replied.

“Yeah,” Branch said. “Good point. I felt bad for William, but he needs to know being eaten by Bergens more than that!”

“But speaking of that, what happened to the Bergens?” asked Chrystelle. “Back when I was in my job, they are still mean to us. Do they still eat you?”

“No, not anymore,” Poppy explained. “When my friends got captured, Branch and I went to Bergen Town to rescue them. After we end up in a cooking pot, Branch sang to me gently and he has his colors restored. Finally, we showed the Bergens about true happiness rather than eating Trolls to be happy!”

“And then Poppy became the queen after that!” Branch finished, blushing at the statement that she said he had sung to her while comforting her before. “Then I hugged her, knowing I had to be social to everyone from now on.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Chrystelle said, mystified by the story of how Poppy and Branch changed the lives of Bergens. “At least you don’t have to worry about them being evil anymore.” She looked at the ground, sighing. “But about what I did to William....was just an accident.”

Poppy nodded and put a hand to her shoulder. “I understand what happened with William but I hope your experiments won’t do anything dangerous to everyone anymore.”

“It’s okay,” Chrystelle said. “I just felt nervous about being back in the town and trying something different…after all what I did to you, William and Branch.”

“Don’t be nervous,” Poppy told her gently. “Starting today, you will be able to try something new in this world so you would start a new business here from now on. But for now, you must let go of the past and think positive!”

Chrystelle smiled weakly at her, trying to mean it.

Suddenly, Satin and Chenille appeared in front of them, calling out in unison “Poppy! There you are!”

“What took you so long?” Chenille cried. “The fashion show’s gonna begin after one hour and we need you there!”

“Oh, sorry I’m late for the preparations, girls!” Poppy apologized. “I was so busy helping my people that I forgot about your fashion show?”

“Yes, you did!” Satin answered. “It looks like you’ve overslept for too long!”

“Sorry about that,” Poppy said. “But don’t worry. I’ll be present with these festivities right now!”

Chrystelle whispered to Branch “Who are those Trolls with joined hair stuck to each other?”

“Those are Satin and Chenille,” Branch explained. “They are the fashion twins of Troll Village. I think they’re planning a fashion show today.”

“Really? Since when did you know them so well?”

“Because one time when we were butterflies, I had to save Poppy from being a decoration for their plan!” he hissed through gritted teeth. Satin and Chenille pulled out their dress adorned with butterfly-shaped clips. In between the clips laid a red ribbon on the left side. Branch gasped, suddenly remembering about what happened before this day happened. “Okay, that’s not what I meant!”

“Who’s responsible for pasting this piece of ribbon to this?!” Satin bellowed.

Branch stepped forward and puts his hands up with concern, saying “Uh, can I just discuss this ribbon came out of nowhere while it got prepared already? I didn’t mean for you to accuse us of this particular situation!”

“What do you mean? I don’t like the way it looks!” Chenille explained. “This dress is made especially for Poppy because she’s gonna wear this in the show!”

“I like it so far,” Poppy said, putting a finger to her chin. “What’s the point of disliking it?”

“It now looks like a dress made from a disgusting village right now!” said Satin. “We could totally use a makeover for this right now! Nova Swift will be disappointed with our result!”

Chrystelle felt terrible to see the fashion sisters arguing this way. Besides, she hated to see Trolls complaining in this manner as well. She put a finger on her chin to think of a way to resolve this.

“Did I remember pasting that ribbon there when we need to get past Satin and Chenille?” Branch whispered to Poppy, trying not to blow their cover.

“Well, how do you even know that?” Poppy asked.

But before Branch can explain everything, Chrystelle perked up “I think I have just the solution for this dilemma!”

Poppy, Branch, Satin and Chenille turned to her in confusion as they stopped talking for a moment.

“What is this Troll up to?” Satin whispered to her sister.

Moments later, that evening, the rest of the Trolls were crowding around a stage with purple curtains.

Bright shining spotlights moved around the area, creating an immense scenery of uncertain audience. They were waiting to see if any Troll would show up on the stage any second now. Nova Swift, the fashionable Troll, appeared before the audience, anticipating as well.

From behind the curtains, Chrystelle, Satin and Chenille are proudly looking at Poppy and Branch. The fashion twins were ready for Nova Swift’s next fashion show tonight.

“Wow, do you think they look beautiful in these costumes you helped for us?” Satin asked, softly chuckling.

“Yep!” Chrystelle answered proudly. She turned to Branch and Poppy and asked “What do you think, guys? I think I would work as a fashion designer like these girls!”

“This isn’t funny,” Branch complained, staring at Satin and Chenille giggling at them. “Why should we wear these?”

“Don’t worry about that, Branch,” Chrystelle told him. “Besides, I was inspired how you and Poppy dance to me like that back in the mansion earlier!”

It is true. Chrystelle gave Poppy and Branch matching butterfly costumes that resembled their butterfly forms. They were wearing jumpsuits that were colored like a butterfly’s bean-shaped body, headbands with fake insect antennae on their heads and stitched fabric wings on the back of the costumes.

Poppy looks amazed at what has been done so far. “These are amazing!” she said, straightening her antennae headband. “I really like these! I think you’d be working for them as your new job, Chrystelle!”

“Thank you!” she said gratefully. “But I’d rather be sticking to helping people in the village like a security officer right now. Would you agree?”

“Seriously?” Branch asked in confusion. “I don’t like this idea, especially the way your cat is looking at me right now.” He looked down at his feet, where Winkles the cat is snuggling beside them. He mewed “Meow!”

Everyone erupted into giggles and nodded with agreement. For the first time in forever, Chrystelle joined in, too. She may have forgotten how being social in Troll Village feels like, but she never would again.

Later, by the time the fashion show is over, Branch went back home, still wearing his butterfly costume after having Chrystelle’s permission of deciding to keep it. He exited his elevator, cheering “Hello! I’m home from Satin and Chenille’s fashion show!”

But as he took a step forward to the table, where Poppy’s picnic basket and the butterfly cupcakes are remaining there, he heard barking “Arf! Arf! Arf!”

It was coming from Binkie, his worm neighbor. He showed up from behind the basket....in the form of a pink butterfly with big purple wings! Branch’s smile faded when he saw him.

“Binkie?!” he asked in shock, gaping at his transformed neighbor. “You’re a butterfly now?”

“Arf!” Binkie barked as he fluttered to Branch. “Arf! Arf, arf!”

Branch couldn’t believe he has eaten one of the butterfly cupcakes left on the table! He sighed in dismay as Binkie fluttered to his cheek and cuddled beside it, whining happily.

“Oh boy,” Branch muttered, rolling his eyes and expecting the worse to come again. “Here we go again...”

THE END!

Hope you enjoy this fanfiction!

Note: Hey, guys! This is the final part of this story and I just want to say, it took me forever to make it due to the length of parts required. But thank god, it was finished at last so I hope you like it! Please be glad that Poppy and Branch are finally back to normal at the end of the story and leave a comment if you like it! :)

Another reminder: My OC, Chrystelle, would be featured in my later posts after this fanfiction. Let’s hope we can see if she can change well over the course of my activity in Tumblr.

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Love Without A Conscience

Past : Part 1, Present : Part 2, Next : Part 3

Summary: Patton, for the first time in his very short life, has decided to take what he wanted. Between this odd little boy and constantly flirting parents, he realizes, maybe he’s finally gotten all he wanted. A family. But it doesn’t end there.

Chapter Summary : Patton meets James’s equally interesting parents, Logan and Roman.

Pairings: romantic Logince, future romantic Moxiety,

Word Count: 1,716

Warnings : sympathetic deceit! deceit as a little child he’s so cute, remy’s a baby like actual infant, logan is a nerd, roman is adorable I love him, patton’s such a worried little boy hmmmm sounds like someone we know, virgil will be soon I promise, I've started treated stories without any real warnings as ao3 tags

Notes : Leave a like, a reblog, message, and reply! I love hearing your comments.

“James? James?” A voice interrupted them from the other side of the tree. It was deep, kind of like the first man Patton had met that day.

“Over here Papa!” James shouted back, and Patton almost had nerve to cover his ears, but also couldn’t help but laugh at the way James threw his head back and called. The younger boy almost fell over with the way his head was cranked backward, looking somewhere that Patton’s eyes couldn’t follow.

Soon enough a tall man, slightly shorter than that first man, walked over and sat himself down next to James. His hair was a bit dark, not enough to be a black or even a dark brown really, but you could tell the locks didn’t see much sunlight. He had a black short sleeved button up on that made him look paler than he probably was, a blue tie, as well as dark blue jeans. His eyes were a sharp crystal blue, and they commanded Patton’s attention.

Even now, as James crawled on the ground over to him, plopping himself down in the man’s lap, Patton couldn’t look away. James reached up to pull off his tie and the man’s glasses from his face only to put them on. James over exaggerated his shoulders, and held the tie against his own neck at the knot, speaking in a funny voice. “Hello, Patton, it is I, James’s father Logan. So very cordially to meet you.”

“First of all, I do not sound like that.” Logan, so it seemed, reached down to pluck his glasses off his son’s face. “Second of all, you used that word correctly, I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Papa.” James leaned around quickly to press a kiss to Logan’s cheek. Patton felt an ache right around, well right around his heart, but ignored it as James turned back around. “This is Patton, Papa, he’s cool.”

“Nice to meet you.” Patton held out his hand and Logan smiled, returning the gesture. The two shook hands and Logan’s dropped back to hold James’ knee.

“How old are you, Patton?” Logan asked, adjusting his glasses as they slipped down his nose. Patton could relate, his own didn’t fit, but there was no use being a bother enough to get them fixed.

“11, almost 12.” Patton replied, ducking his head, knowing this is the part where they would smile and get up to leave. No one wanted someone as old as him. Granted, he wasn’t even the oldest in the orphanage, but the fact that there were older just proved after a while, no one wanted you.

“You’re quite short for your age.” Logan replied.

“I have short genes.” Patton replied, tugging on the fabric of his pants.

“Those are khakis.” Logan said, a puzzled expression across his face. James laughed, reaching over to bump fists with Patton’s open hand before pulling away, hugging himself as he laughed.

“It was a pun.” Patton shrugged. “You win some, you lose some.”

“While I don’t understand humorous wordplay, that was very witty, Patton.” Logan replied, adjusting his glasses again.

James groaned, throwing his head back and shaking it until Logan appeared quite frazzled, the hair on the back of the boy’s neck brushing up against his father’s face as he thrashed his head about. “Would you like something, James?”

“I’m hungry.” James whined, letting his head fall back on his father’s shoulder. Patton had gotten to see more of James’s Adams apple than his face today it seemed. Logan sighed, and Patton almost thought he was going to get mad, but then he wiggled his hand into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a collection of granola bars. They were kind of smushed, but as Logan handed one to James and to Patton, Patton discovered it didn’t taste any different.

“Thank you sir.” Patton mumbled, and Logan frowned.

“Just Logan is fine.” Logan said, pushing his glasses up his face.

“I think I like Sir Logan better.” A familiar voice from behind Logan said and Patton looked up to see the first man he’d met that morning smiling down at the two across from him in the grass. “Makes you sound like a knight in shining armor.”

“Just Logan is fine.” Logan repeated to Patton as the man planted himself down next to Logan, leaning over to press a kiss to Logan’s cheek.

“How come I was not invited to this incredibly awesome party by the tree?” The man laughed.

“It’s not a party, there’s no music or-” Logan said, turning to the man, looking suddenly very worried.

Patton watched the two stare at each once Logan turned, brown and blue eyes danced back and forth to a rhythm he kind of felt left out on, a rhythm that seemed to last many minutes and through many topics. The two men spouted at each other, lovingly it seemed, unlike he’d seen Mr and Mrs Alvarado fight. But even James was having a bit of difficulty catching their attention.

“Ah-em.” James interrupted. The man, who Patton had yet to learn the name of, had been in the middle of some kind of playful quip at his partner.

“Yes of course, Jamie.” The man leaned over, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and despite leaning into the touch as far as his young body would take him with his father’s arms wrapped tightly around him, James did not appear satisfied. “What?”

“You two are completing ignoring Patton and I.” James pouted, crossing his arms and everything. Patton had to admit he looked a lot less intimidating than the child had when he’d first approached, than he did now with his pursed lips and puppy dog eyes.

“Patton, is it?” The man asked. “I’m Roman, James’s father. Please accept my dearest apologies.”

“It’s alright.” Patton shrugged. He had no problem being a background character in their little family dynamic. It had, after all, been the longest any prospective couple had talked to him to date. Most of them found him too dazed, not smart enough, maybe a little too chubby around the edges-

“Do you like babies?” James asked unexpectedly and quite loudly when the group had fallen into a comfortable, yet unfamiliar silence. Patton didn’t mind, but based on the cautious and expecting looks of Logan and Roman, they were probably hoping he’d been a little more attentive. Nevertheless, Patton smiled, maybe a little harshly, but if they were sticking with him for something he had to make that last as long as he could.

“Yes!” A very small portion of Patton’s excitement was fake and hollow. Babies were the best. They were so cute, and tiny, and once he’d been able to hold a newborn orphan’s tiny hand and he’d almost cried from how emotional it made him. Of course the baby had been scooped up by the very next pair of parents, something about all the fun without all the hard work. Oh right, they’d been talking to me, Patton thought as he zoned back in. “Babies are adorable.”

“Great!” James said climbing off his father’s lap to stand up. James held his hand out to Patton and as he took he realized he was actually quite taller than the younger boy. James came up to about the middle of his chest, and when they were both standing the younger boy tried to reach up to put his arm around Patton’s shoulders. “I’ve got a baby brother, Remy. He doesn’t do much, just sleeps and eats. He’s kind of cute though.”

James was on his tiptoes by the time he’d even reached his shoulders, and Patton laughed, snaking his arm around James’s waist to lift him up off the ground. James protested, but was laughing anyway when Patton put him back down. Logan and Roman were standing as well, when Patton looked back at him, and he pulled his hands behind his back, intertwining his fingers. He looked up at them sheepishly, they were probably mad he’d taken up so much of their son’s time.

“So Patton,” Roman said, leaning down to rest his arms on Patton’s shoulders, now that his arm wasn’t around James. The younger didn’t seem to mind, merely started to smack his father’s hand closest to him back and forth like a tetherball.

“James, my hand-James, stop it. What are you doing?” Logan said, lifting his hand up to try and keep it from James who was now smacking his hands wildly in his father’s direction.

“Where does one have to go to adopt a kid ‘round here?” Roman asked, talking out of the side of his mouth making his lips quirk in a funny way. Even though his words to Patton weren’t all that funny, Patton tugged on the bottom hem of his shirt and cast his gaze out over the rest of the yard.

They seemed to like him enough for recommendations, so that was a plus. If only he could’ve done a little more to make them want him, oh well. He caught sight of light blonde scurry past the swings, and heard rather than saw the familiar boisterous voice of one of the oldest boys here. Nicholas and Sam. Calling to them to slow down was Ashley, who was closer to Patton’s age but really rude, and sat next to her on the ground drawing in the dirt and staring off into space was Morgan, who had on that god awful purple sweater she never took off. They were ok, but Patton could do better. He could smile brighter than Nicholas, if they wanted, laugh louder like Sam, maybe even acted a little smarter like Ashley.

“Well there’s Nicholas, he’s the tallest four year old I’ve ever seen but he’s got big baby blue kind of like Logan’s, or there’s Morgan, who granted sometimes seems a little out of it, but she’s just got a big imagination that she tends to get stuck in.” Patton rattled off, figuring yeah, Morgan might be a good pick for them, when Roman smiled, placing his hand firmly on Patton’s shoulder.

“Little prince, you know we’re talking about you, right? We want to adopt you.” Roman said, catching the almost twelve year old’s attention. Patton looked up at him, confused, before promptly bursting into tears.

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bo-bo-bean · 6 years

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Potion Predicament

Esme ran back and forth, Jeremy watching with am amused, yet amazed smile. It was rare to see Esme so inspired and focused. Heck, she only tripped five times today! Six. Esme fell to the ground with a hard thud, grunting. But she simply got another bandage for a bruise forming on her elbow and continued her work. Jeremy focused on her project, which was making a monstrous plant. "This will do...!" he heard her happily agree to herself. She was holding a bottle with a concoction of a lime green glowing liquid. "Soooo..." Jeremy spoke up. "What am I doing here if you're doing all this work?" "Ah! You will be helping me in a few minutes!" she beamed. "Thank you again for coming." Jeremy smiled, "Bah, it was nothing!" She smiled again at him, going to the cauldron in the center of her bedroom and mixing the green liquid in. The brew immediately fizzled and bubbled, a sound of souls screaming escaping from the stream for only a few short seconds. "So... what are you doing again?" "I want to make this monstrous plant!" she giggled. She usually would be annoyed of saying this for the fifth time, but she kept forgetting if she told Jeremy or not about this project. "I want to make this, I need to! My master would GREATLY appreciate it! Maybe even see that I can be a master witch one day! Wouldn't that be amazing!?!" "Yeah, sounds cool!" he gave two thumbs up. "But... why a plant?" "She says she's always wanted one!" "Hmm, I SEED your point!" Jeremy giggled with a snort. Esme could only roll her eyes with a smile as she mixed it, getting ladle. She filled a stone bowl with the brew, giving it a sniff, then immediately scrunching up her nose. "Ulgh!!" she coughed. "That's bitter... maybe some cat whiskers should help." Bowl in hand, she ran over to a shelf, but once again, tripped over and fell on her face. Jeremy gasped and ran over, the potion spraying everywhere in front of her. Jeremy helped her up. "... ow..." "You alright?" "Yeah," she sighed, arranging her hat to be straight. She looked in front of her and gave a gasp. "Oh thank goodness... I thought you-" Before he could say another pun, Esme took hold of his head and turned it to the direction of what she was shocked at. Some of her spilled brew had got on the plant. "... oooohhh..." Realization hit Jeremy like a guillotine. "No!!" she screamed. She grabbed a nearby cloth and wiped the plant. "No no no!" "You know, I don't see why a regular plant wouldn't work," Jeremy added in. "Like a deadly nightshade violet or a not-so-dandelion." "Not now...!" Esme was trying to best to make sure the plant was still salvageable, but it seems it won't be. Defeated, Esme stopped attempting to wipe the potion off of the plant... and gave a little sniffle. "... Esme?" "... I just wanted to make her happy..." Jeremy frowned and floated over, giving her a hug as she wiped some tears. They both turned towards the door, not aware of the plant grow ing numerous moving vines. "It's okay... we can go get her a bunch of grave flowers...!" he rubbed her back. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" "... y-yeah, but I wanted to prove myself as well," she whimpered, almost in a high pitch tone. "Well you proved enough to me...!" he lowered her hat over her eyes, making her chuckle a bit. "You're dependant and you never give up. Isn't that the best part of being a witch? But also, you know when to ask for help when needed. Honestly, I see you as top ranks!" "R-really?" "Definitely!" he beamed. "How about we get some ice scream? They have boo-berry now." Esme giggled and nodded and walked to the door, Esme taking one last look at her plant. "Ah!!" That was all that could escape her mouth before a vine grabbed her, lifting her into the air. "Esme!!" A vine attempted to grab Jeremy, but it only went through him. "Haha, you can't get me~!" But he saw the plant take a bottle from the shelf and pour it down its own soil, the vines glowing red, grabbing Jeremy. "Dang it!!" "What is this!?" Esme squirmed, trying to escape. "Call it a hunch, but I think you DID make something," Jeremy guessed. Esme looked at Jeremy with a hint of happiness, but that couldn't be seen over the fear she had of what this plant would do. "Wh-what do we do!?" she screamed. "Okay, don't scream...!" Jeremy covered his ears. "I am literally right here." "How can I not scream!? I don't wa-eeek!!" "What!? What's wrong!?" "Hey, no no stop it!!" The vines began to take off Esme's boots, her kicking her feet to try and prevent that. "Stop it!" "Hmm, maybe it likes your boots?" "Stop joking around!" Esme tried again to squeeze out of the vine's grip, but it seemed to be no use. "P-please don't hurt us...!" "I don't think plants have ears. Unless it's ears of candy corn." "Would you please stop!?!" Suddenly, Esme felt something on her left foot; a vine decided to start to tickle her socked toes. She began to giggle and try to kick her feet, but a vine already wrapped itself around her ankles. Jeremy looked over to see what was so funny until he felt his arms being lifted. Before he could say a word, two vines wiggled into his armpits, Jeremy bursting into giggles. "Pfftgeeheeeheehee! Noohohoho!" "Wh-whahahahat is it doing...!?" Esme laughed, now two vines working on her feet. "I dohohohohon't knooohohohow!" One vine slithered down Jeremy's shirt from his sleeve, him squealing and thrashing as it went up and down his side. "EEEEEEeeeeheeheehee!! Nohohoho staaahahahahahahap!!" His plead fell on deaf ears as another vine did the same, but to his other side. "Naaaahahahahaha!! E-Esme! Stahahahahahahap this!!" Esme felt her socks slowly slip off, making her giggle in anticipation. They then ripped off, numerous vines tickling her toes, soles, and knees. "Aaaahahahahaha!!! Y-yoohoohoou think I cahahahahahahan stahahahahahap this!?" "At leeheeheeast tryaaahahahahahaha!!" Jeremy begged. Jeremy then shrieked, feeling one of the vines travel to his belly, wiggling and slithering all around like a deadly cobra. "Aahahahahahahahanything!!! Juhuhuhahahahast do something!!" Esme opened her eyes, laughing hysterically as she tried to think of a plan. Looking over, she saw a red beaker with a skull and cross bones on it. Of course, cyanide! "Aaahahahahahahaha!! I gohohohot a plahaha-EEEEE!!!" The vines eventually found her sides, making her squeal as another vine tickled around her neck, making her hunch her shoulders. "AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" But Jeremy was going through much worse. The plant already figured out that his tail was SUPER ticklish. So it wasted no hesitation as it held the tip of his tail, Jeremy gasping. "Nooohohohoho!! Wahahahahait!!" The other vines stopped tickling momentarily, giving Jeremy enough time to beg. "Noho! Please don't!! L-look I'll find you a nice flower girl, eh? How does that sound!? J-just please don't tickle my tail!" But the vines didn't like his deal, nor were they going to follow it anyway. Numerous vines tickled up and down his tail, one getting the tip. Jeremy let out a bloody murder shriek, ectoplasm tears running down his cheeks. "AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP IT STOP IHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Esme finally got close to the bottle, but she didn't have the strength to aim and throw. She was weak by laughter and her ticklish spots being invaded. "THROOHOHOHOHOW IT!!!!" Jeremy shouted, thrashing. With no time to think, Esme chucked it. Luckily, she made the perfect throw, it landing in the soil. The vines immediately retreated, letting them both go. Landing on the ground, Esme panted as Jeremy stuck himself in midair, wheezing and curling his tail. They both caught their breaths for a few minutes before Jeremy spoke up. "N-nice throw..." "Thanks..." Looking at the plant, they saw a gorgeous flower glowing purple and gold. At that moment, Esme's mother came in. "I'm home!" she smiled. "I got this great deal on toad warts!! Then again, they were on the road, but I had to take the advantage. What did you guy-" She stopped with a gasp, going to the flower. "Is this for me?" "... yeah!" Esme answered, Jeremy nodding. "She did it all by herself," Jeremy added. Esme looked at Jeremy, who smiled back at her. The mother hugged Esme, smiling. "Oh sweetie, this is the best gift I ever got!" she beamed. "I uh... it was no problem!" "Well..." Jeremy would speak up if Esme hadn't wiggled her fingers as a sign to be quiet. "No problem at all."

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peachhoneii · 6 years

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A Lesson in Dabbling

A/N: It’s gonna be May in less than a week!

The boys learn a lesson about the differences in duck biology. Unfortunately for Donald, it’s a bit more life threatening than he would like.

Louie did not like the communal pool. It was loud, rowdy, and there were too many people drifting in the waves their accumulated body masses created. He could have joined them. The waves were inviting in a way, but he kicked his feet idly in the waters seated on the edge of the pool. He stared ahead behind a pair of sunglasses as children splashed and swam.

Huey doggy paddled using his JW swimming float. Dewey was in the middle of an intense game of Marco Polo with their friends from school.

“Marco!”

“Polo!”

“Gilligan, you’re supposed to keep your eyes closed!”

“Look, last time I kept my eyes closed I ran into a pig’s hairy back.” He shot back at Jordan, whose shell swam circles around them, “And seriously, dude? You know I can’t catch you.”

Louie preferred to stay on land when they visited the communal pool. He counted down the minutes. At three he planned to visit the concession stand to buy a hamburger, soda, and fries. Uncle Donald sent them off with enough money for each, and it was his job to watch the money.

He patted his swim trunks pocket.

Gilligan threw his hands up in the air, giving up the chase. Dewey swam to the edge, gasping for breath, and grinned at him, “You’re staying on shore again?”

“The communal tub is a giant bath tub, and I want no part of it.”

“So, that’s why you’ve got your feet in there,” Jordan shouted for a second before diving again. He watched as his shell disappeared among the people.

“I do that for Uncle Donald.” He curled his bill in disgust, “He wants to make sure we had fun, and this is as much fun as I’m gonna get until we go to the water park.”

The water park was directly across the communal pool, and cleaner.

Dewey shrugged and readied to return to his friends. Turning his head, his face scrunched in confusion, “Gilligan, what are you doing, man?”

Louie shifted his view to where Dewey stared and asked the same question. The upper half of Gilligan’s body was submerged in water with his feet sticking high in the air. It would have been a funny sight to laugh at if he hadn’t remained completely still. His webbed feet didn’t twitch. His knees didn’t knob. There wasn’t a single trace of strain in his form. He went up and down, a consequence of the constant waves, but other than that, he was perfectly motionless.

“Gilligan? You okay, dude?”

Huey paddled towards him, “Gilligan?” He poked his bent knee experimentally, “We need to get him upright.”

“No, you don’t.” Jordan emerged from the waters, “He does this.”

They were about to ask what that meant when Gilligan suddenly jerked and sunk into the waters. He appeared right after, gasping loudly. His coarse, curly green feathers were weighed down with water. His gasp left his lips and was replaced with a sharp giggle, then a cackling laugh. He hooted, swishing water in every direction.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie stared in bewilderment.

“Yeah, man, that hit the spot!” He floated on his back, “I love doing that! You know how hard it is to get that thrill in the bathtub?”

“What was that?”

“We thought you were dead!”

“Can I do it too?”

Louie didn’t fall into the pool but leaned forward, eyes wide. He had never seen anything like that before. Gilligan stared back at them in confusion, glancing worriedly at Jordan who shrugged.

“I don’t know.” He admitted while he pushed his legs back and forth, “I’ve always done it. It feels good, but I can’t do it in the tub like this.”

“In the tub?”

“Yeah, you know when you hold your breath and dive under the water? It’s kind of like that. I feel…light…fuzzy…like I want to keep going until I reach something, but I know whatever it is isn’t there. Something like that.”

The boys glanced at each other and returned to Gilligan.

It was Dewey that broke their circle silence, “Guys, we gotta try that.”

Huey refused. He told them not to. The pitched slither in his tone stopped them from Dewey’s initial attempt, “We should find out more about what he did before trying,” and that pacified Dewey for the time being.

At three, Louie bought their lunch. They played in the pool. They went to the water park across the street, and when they returned home, they bathed and settled into their beds. Louie knew what to expect the next morning and fell asleep easily, glad he didn’t fall in the pool again.

“It’s something other ducks can do.” Huey was perched on the top bunk. He read in a clear, quiet voice that resonated in their small room; the JWG was held firmly in his hands, “Anas is a genus of dabbling ducks where the duck dives into shallow water in search of food.”

“You’re telling me they used to eat like that?”

“Kind of yeah.” Huey closed the book, “It appears they did it to eat aquatic plant life and insects in the water. As ducks evolved, their minds and bodies adapted to the change.”

“So why did Gilligan do it?”

“An instinctive nature designated for his species.” Huey’s expression turned thoughtful, “What is he anyways?”

“His mom is a black duck.” Louie turned over under the covers, “I saw her at the bake sale. Her peach cobbler is to die for.”

“And his dad?”

Dewey tapped his bill, “I think he’s a mallard. I saw him with Gilly after school a few weeks ago.”

“That seems to answer it.” He closed the book with finality, “Now, let’s have breakfast. I think Uncle Donald is making pancakes.”

“But wait,” Dewey grabbed his sleeve, “what about us? Can’t we do it?”

“Sorry, American Pekin Ducks aren’t a part of the Anas genus. We’re from a domesticated line.”

Louie rolled out of bed and rubbed his eyes. He watched Huey go down the hall and enter the kitchen. Dewey stood there with a frown on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, bud.” He patted his back on his way out, “Not everyone can dabble, and besides, it’s a lost art. I doubt even Gilligan can do it perfectly.”

He went to the kitchen to eat pancakes, which Uncle Donald had made for the morning, leaving Dewey behind to ponder over his words in their bedroom.

Louie would see in hindsight that it was thoughtless of him to leave Dewey with that dangling sentence.

Uncle Donald was down for a nap. He was permitted to take naps every now and then when they boys were at school, and this continued when summer vacation was well under way. Huey was writing a report for the JW. Louie was watching Wisney afternoon cartoons in the living room. He was alone, or as alone as he could be.

He knew where Uncle Donald kept the water wear. The life jackets, the floaties, and the swim rings were stored in a cramped, little closet in the hallway. It didn’t take much to wiggle it through and put some air in it. He didn’t hurry outside, choosing to walk casually with the inflated ring under his arm. Louie didn’t stir from the television screen. Huey didn’t look up from his paper.

The deck was freshly washed and sparkled as a result. A seagull hadn’t left a dropping yet, the air was humid, and the water below looked inviting. He went to the railing and stared below. Calm waters. Good. It didn’t make sense for an attempt during stormy weather. He would have tried in the tub, but the tub was too small. Huey had made such a fuss about the pool that he didn’t even get a chance.

He wore his swimming trunks, wiggled the swimming ring around him, and stepped off the houseboat to go around into the water.

It was a cool like warm. He floated comfortably on side of the houseboat. All he needed to do was to turn his body over, and capture the feeling Gilligan had felt on that day.

“Where’s Dewey?”

Louie bit into his sandwich and shrugged, “Isn’t he in our room?”

“He isn’t in our room. I was in my room writing my paper for JWG. It’s about the ramifications of Roman -,”

“I think I saw him with a swimming ring a few minutes ago.”

“Why would he have a swimming ring?”

“I dunno.”

Huey blinked, went outside, and Louie heard a strangled cry that forced him from the comfort of the living room and his half-eaten tomato, ham, sliced cheese, and lettuce sandwich.

Huey stood at the railing staring down at the water. Louie followed suit and snorted, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He dived in, tried to get into position, and sunk. He dived in, tried to get into position, and sunk. It was an uncomfortable, constant loop of Dewey repeating the attempt. He didn’t possess Gilligan’s odd grace. His knees knobbed and feet trembled. His body swayed back and forth in the still waters.

“What are you doing?” Huey shouted, “Get back up here before you drown!”

Dewey splashed up, “I’ma dabble! I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“No, dude. You like a dying fish on land.”

“You sound like a dying seal. Get back up here.”

He resurfaced, “Not until I dabble!”

Louie and Huey shared an uneasy stare. He would not get out of the water. He absolutely refused, and the chances of his drowning increased dramatically. He splashed, bubbled, floated about without any grace. His arms lost their strength, and he grabbed the swimming ring.

“Wanna come up?”

“No, not really.” He dove again.

“Boys?” Came Uncle Donald’s voice from the house boat, “I swear if Louie’s gotten his head stuck again the -,” he stopped behind them, “what’s going on?”

Huey and Louie froze, spinning around with stiff smiles.

“He’s taking a bath.”

“He is definitely not in the water outside the houseboat!”

Louie paused and turned his head slowly with a glare imprinted in his eyes.

Donald didn’t think twice, “He’s what in the what!?” He pushed them aside and looked down below, “Dewey!”

There wasn’t time to explain what was going on, or why it was happening in the first place. Dewey hadn’t returned to the surface yet, and Donald jumped into the water, diving right beside the swimming ring. They held their breath over the railing, watching and waiting for their uncle and brother to emerged through the waters, but rings of bubbles came to pop instead over the rippling water.

“We should do something,” Huey whispered.

“What are we gonna do!?”

“Call the ambulance.”

He ran back to get the phone when the water started to break. Uncle Donald parted the surrounding water in a great circle, clutching Dewey to his chest. He swam with one arm back to the harbor, pushing Dewey’s body first onto the pavement. Dewey rolled on his side, His little body shook and heaved, and he clutched his side as seawater streamed out of his bill like a river. Uncle Donald gasped, spat water out, and dropped on his knees, crawling to him.

“Dewey, Dewey speak to me!”

“I hear you.” He wheezed, “I hear you loud and clear.”

“Oh, my sweet baby!” Suddenly, he was pulled to his chest. Uncle Donald peppered him with kisses, over his face and head, and with another jerk, he was pulled away from his chest, “What were you thinking!?”

Louie and Huey grimaced from a safe distance.

“Uh...I was…”

“Don’t you know how dangerous that was!? You could’ve drowned!”

Anger born from worry was the worst, but Dewey had no time to think about that.

Dewey grinned sheepishly, “I was trying to dabble.”

“Dabble?” Uncle Donald searched his face for any sign of lies, “You mean dabble, dabble like ducks do?”

“Yeah, I saw Gilligan -,”

“We’re not that kind of duck!” He shook him viciously, “We don’t dabble!”

“Then what kind of ducks are we!?”

“American Pekin!” Uncle Donald jerked him back into his chest, caressing his head as he crooned quietly, “My poor, sweet, dumb child, we’re American Pekin. We don’t dabble.”

“A lot of folks don’t dabble, Dewey.” Louie said from his spot on the houseboat, “Are we in trouble?”

Donald released Dewey, staring at him wearily. His nap was spent and used to its fullest extent, but he appeared as tired as if he had returned from a late night shift, “Go back in side and dry off, Dewey, you too.”

“But am I grounded?”

“I don’t know.” He contemplated aloud, “There’s a lot we haven’t discussed about biology, and I shouldn’t have skimmed that with you boys.”

“So…”

“It was still a ridiculously stupid thing to do.” He fell on his bottom, wiping his forehead, “But it isn’t the worst thing you’ve done, go inside and get ready for dinner. I’ll start it up soon.”

“What about my swimming ring?”

Donald glared.

“Fair enough.” He hurried up the ramp, “Will be dry and clean by time you get inside.” His brothers followed quietly behind him, relieved their brother was safe and even more relieved they weren’t in trouble with him.

Donald watched them disappear into the houseboat. Red, blue, and green, such wonderfully troublesome colors. He scratched the back of his head and rolled forward, “Don’t forget it’s preening night!”

Their collective groans made him grin.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #huey dewey and louie #dewey duck #louie duck #huey duck #mywriting #duckfiction

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a-butterfly-on-his-tummy · 6 years

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Nakey Baby

“Cuppa?” Harry pulls down two mugs from the cabinet, raising one when he asks Mitch if he would like a cup of tea.

“Sounds good. English Breakfast?” He questions, wondering what flavor Harry is currently making.

“Always.” Harry shakes his head and pushes the button to start the electric kettle. Opening two packages of tea, he places the bags in their mugs letting the tag and string hang off the side. “I’m really feelin’ the vibe this new song gives off.”

“I agree, it’s different, but not in a bad way.” Mitch sits down at the counter, planting his elbows on the marble.

“Different, but in a cool way.” A cheeky smirk sneaks across his face as he looks over at one of his closest friends. Mitch rolls his eyes while shaking his head simultaneously. “Come on. Tha’ was funny. Right?” The kettle beeps and Harry gives up trying to make Mitch laugh at his joke. Pouring the water into the cups, Harry takes the mugs to the island, handing one to Mitch. Harry pulls out the milk while the tea bags steep. Harry places the milk on the counter for Mitch to use.

“Oh my eyes.” Mitch’s hands shoot up to cover his eyes at the sight that has just run into the kitchen.

“Wha’...” Harry turns his head, and his eyes behold the sight that has made Mitch start to blush. “Gracie…” Harry sets his cup on the counter and turns to grab his daughter. Grace is currently stark naked, and she seems to be having the time of her life. “Come ‘ere.” Reaching out his arms, Harry attempts to grab his daughter but she runs in the opposite direction. Her curls bounce around her face like little bungee cords and her giggles fill the room. “Nakey baby!” Harry’s voice reaches a higher register as he chases her around the kitchen.

“No get me daddy!” Two- year-old Grace squeals as Harry is closing in on her. She moves her arms back and forth in an effort to speed up, and it makes Harry chuckle at the sight.

“I… gotcha.” Harry throws his daughter in his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. “No more nakey baby. Let’s find mum and get yeh dressed.”

“No dress. I nakey!” Grace wiggles in Harry’s arms, attempting to break free from the trap they have created.

“Can’t be nakey forever Bug. ‘m sorry.” Walking out of the kitchen, Harry is met face to face with his wife.

“Oh! Sorry! Didn’t see ya there.” You apologize for running into your two favorite humans. “I’ve been looking for you Grace. Where…. And Why are you naked?” You notice that your daughter is completely naked head to toe, when she was dressed not even fifteen minutes ago.

“No cw-ose Gracie bug!” Her eyebrows have created the cutest little valley between them as she scrunches up her face in frustration, looking exactly like her father. Harry is the king of pouting, and he so lovingly gifted that trait onto Grace.

“Well, we can’t be naked all the time love; it just doesn’t happen like that.” You say, holding out your arms so Harry can transfer the naked little one. “Let’s go!” You say as Harry places her in your embrace. You take Grace upstairs to her bedroom and help her get dressed.

“Coast is clear, man.” Harry says to Mitch. Mitch peels his fingers from his eyes and finds his tea, sipping small sips of the hot liquid.

“What are you teaching her?” Mitch says with a small chuckle at the end of his sentence.

‘Don’ look at me. I blame her mum.” Harry lifts his tea to his lips and takes a long sip. “Shall we get back to work?”

“Sure.” Mitch stands from his spot at the counter and follows Harry back into the music studio down the hall where they sit and work on new music.

“Oh Gracie.” Mitch covers his eyes with his arm when he sees the door open and a tiny naked human run into the room.

“Ahhh!” Harry screams, setting his guitar down and attempting to trap Grace in the corner. When he moves one way, she moves another, and her giggles from this action paint the room. “Come ‘ere nakey baby.” Harry grabs his daughter. Grace giggles when he pulls her in his arms and starts to tickle her stomach without any mercy. “I’ll be back, Mitch.” Harry says to his friend as he takes his daughter out of the studio and upstairs to get dressed. “Why are yeh nakey again?”

“No wike cw-oes.” Grace says nonchalantly.

“But clothes are awesome, Grace. Daddy likes clothes.” Harry carries his daughter into her room, setting her on the floor. “Let’s put on some clothes now. This is lovely.” Harry holds up a daisy printed dress, with white snaps down the front of it. He can see how she unsnapped all the ones she needed and stepped out of her dress. “Come on love bug. We gotta get dressed.” Harry pleads with his daughter.

“No!” Grace folds her arms across her chest, showing her father she is going to stand her ground. “No cw-ose.”

“Gracie….. Come on. Please. Do yeh want to wear somethin’ else?” Harry slides his knees across the floor, making his way to her dresser. He pulls out a purple shirt with a cat on it and a pair of white trousers. “Look at the kitty, Grace. This. Is. Cute.” He attempts to sell the new outfit to his daughter but he can tell by the crease between her eyebrows she is not going to budge.

“No tank you.” She gives her father a glare hoping it will make him crack and let her just be naked for the rest of the day.

“Thanks for using yer manna’s but we need to get dressed. Would yeh like to help me pick or can daddy pick for yeh?” Harry tries the method of giving Grace options. His eyes search her face, watching the wheels turn in her head, trying to decide which decision is the best decision.

“I pick.” Grace stomps over to the dresser, still upset that she has to get dressed, and helps her father find a sparkly pink skirt and a navy blue shirt with a duck on the front. It doesn’t match, but Harry doesn’t care. Harry helps his daughter put on a new nappy and get dressed in the new outfit that she picked.

“Alright love, thanks for making a good choice. Now, stay dressed okay?” Harry puts his hands on her shoulders. “No more nakey baby!” Tapping her nose twice, Harry stands up.

“O-tay.” Grace says watching her father leave the room. Running towards the door, Grace keeps her eyes on her father as he makes his way down the hall to the stairs. Harry goes down the stairs and back into the studio to finish his song with Mitch.

Once the coast is clear, Grace races back into her room and unbuttons her skirt. Taking it off with a little giggle. She strips off her shirt and pulls the straps of nappy off. Drumming her fingers on her round little tummy, Grace is once again happy to be a nakey baby. Walking out of her room, she bounces down the stairs, happy to be naked, free and feeling mischievous by not listening to her father.

Opening the door to the studio quietly, Grace pokes her head in and then makes her dash into the room.

“GRACIE WHY!” Harry exclaims the second he spots her naked bottom dancing around the room. Running to Grace, Harry picks her up once again and looks over at Mitch who is staring at the ceiling. “What has she been drinking?”

“I don’t know, but don’t give it to your wife.” Mitch laughs at his joke. Harry’s laugh bursts into the room and is so loud Grace jumps slightly, her eyes glued on her father.

“Agreed.” Harry chuckles “Keep whatever yer drinkin’ far away from yer mum.” Harry turns his attention to Grace as he laughs at Mitch’s joke. Walking out of the studio, Harry takes Grace upstairs once more to get her dressed in clothes that will probably end back up on the floor.

Taking a deep breath in, Harry exercises his talent of being patient and begins to dress his daughter in her clothing, and will continue to do so as often as necessary.

A/N: A massive thank you to @whoopsharrystyles for catching every single mistake. She is absolutely amazing. Check out my Masterlist and Wattpad page. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, recommending, and sending your sweet asks. I love you all!!

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captainsbabysitter-blog · 6 years

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Double Trouble Ch7

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Pairing: McKirk

Rating: G

Length: 2132 words

Summary: The camping trip begins! Jim “helpfully” takes a step back and lets Charlie head out with Len and the girls.

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The next day was a flurry of activity. Overnight packs were crammed with a couple days’ worth of clothes each and they were tossed in the back of Len’s truck along with the tents and provisions. The girls chattered happily about how they were going to swim and explore the area Joanna was all too familiar with. They clamored into the cab and settled between Jim and where Len would sit in the driver’s side while the doctor said his goodbyes to Charlie.

They couldn’t really hear what was being said, but it looked very angry, and by the time Leonard hopped behind the wheel, he looked moody and Charlie was in the middle of a full-on tantrum. Jim waited until he was situated to roll his window down. Apparently, he had been trying to keep the girls from hearing the worst of whatever had been said outside.

“If this is going to cause problems, maybe I should stay behind and Charlie can go camping with you and the girls instead?” Jim suggested kindly. “Maybe he could get to know the girls better.”

“You know, I think that’s a great idea!” Charlie’s cherubic face popped up in Jim window, much to the displeasure of the girls. “You wouldn’t mind, would you darling?”

“Charlie, you hate camping,” Len sighed.

“Yes, well… Now’s a good time to give a try, isn’t it?” he countered with a sweet smile. “I’ll just run and get grab a bag.”

The second he was out of sight, Jim kissed the top of Ellie’s head and murmured into her hair, “Don’t be too hard on him, hm? But have fun.”

She flashed him a bright smile at the blatant blank check to cause mischief. Back home, she was well known for her ability to either be a sweet angel or one of Hell’s own demons depending on how much she liked you. She was already planning a few things out. Before Jim hopped out of the truck, Ellie kissed his cheek.

“Help yourself to whatever and we’ll be back tomorrow.” The smile Leonard gave him was brighter and happier than Joanna had seen him give anyone other than her in a long time.

“Bye, papa! Have fun while we’re gone!” Ellie called after him.

Joanna nudged her a little with a confused look. Ellie shook her head, hoping Jo would guess that they’d talk later. Both of them watched Charlie make his way back outside with a couple bags of his own.

“I wonder which one has his hair gel in it,” Jo muttered.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that because I don’t have the energy for it, Jojo,” her father countered quietly. “Please just try to play nice.”

Silence was her only answer until Charlie got in and Ellie asked, “So what should I call you? Chucky?”

Before the young man could answer, Joanna jumped in with, “Yeah! That’s his favorite nickname. I call him that all the time.”

A tight, sour smile was plastered on his face as he replied, “Yes… Chucky is fine.”

The girls looked at each other, twin sparks of mischief lighting in their eyes. This would be a fun next couple days.

Charlie turned his eyes toward the trees. “So how long is this trip of ours?”

“Just overnight.” Len shrugged as he started up the truck and pulled out onto a dirt road leading into the woods. “We’re expecting a call from the hospital sometime tomorrow.”

“And did you two come to an agreement during your little chat last night?” The tone he took with the word ‘chat’ had the girls sharing another look. Saccharine sweetness poured over venom.

“We’ll talk about it later, Charlie.”

Once at the campsite, the girls made quick work of their own tent and watched Charlie struggle with his and Len’s while the doctor was setting up a fire. They took no small amount of glee in hearing the man’s curses getting progressively louder as each attempt collapsed. After a few whispered plans tossed back and forth, they made their way over to Charlie and popped up on either side.

“Hey Chucky!” Joanna bounced on her toes cheerfully.

Ellie joined in on his other side. “Need some help?”

He scowled for just a moment, then nodded. “Fine. Thank you.”

Sure, it sounded almost like it pained him, but that just made the whole thing more fun. In no time at all, they had the second tent up with carefully tied stakes. All it would take to collapse the whole thing would be to tug on a couple of the ropes, but no way in hell would Charlie know what to look for, and they were out of the way enough to go unnoticed by Leonard when he was done cooking. Wide grins were shared between them as they finished up.

“Thank you, girls.” Leonard offered them a smile as he pulled out the stuff for lunch. “I brought stuff for toasted sandwiches for lunch and we’ll go catch some fish for dinner.”

The idea curdled in Ellie’s stomach and she paled. “Like… Catching our own fish? And eating it?”

“It’s not that big a deal, Ellie,” Jo shrugged. “I’ll help you with yours if you want.”

After lunch, the four of them sat on the dock. Joanna showed Ellie how to cast her line while Len carefully instructed Charlie on the same. Ellie looked nervous, Charlie just seemed annoyed. It wasn’t long until the girls had caught their fish and were waiting on Charlie who glowered at the still water under his bob until a sharp tug pulled it below the surface.

“I got one!” he crowed gleefully as he started reeling it in only for his eyes to widen as a terrified shriek left him. “It’s a snake! I caught a snake Leonard take it it’s a snake!”

Both girls looked over at the end of his rod before breaking into giggles. An eel wriggled and flailed even as it was jerked around by Charlie’s panicked attempts to practically throw the rod at his fiancé. Leonard took a split second to take in the scene and got the net under the fish just before it bit through the thin like with sharp teeth.

“It’s not a snake. It’s an eel,” he explained with a level of patience far beyond his usual capabilities.

“I don’t care it’s disgusting get it away from me!” He was half way back to the shore before the sentence was even out of his mouth.

Ellie bit her lip in a poor attempt to conceal her amusement while Joanna didn’t even try to restrain her thorough enjoyment of Charlie’s torment; she was almost doubled over with laughter and any stray glance at the eel or at Charlie’s sulking face brought new peels of it bubbling to the surface. Even her father had to carefully train his face into a neutral expression, but the sight of the girls nearly rolling on the dock brought a smile to his face.

“It’s not funny!”

“Oh sweetheart…” Len handed the net to Ellie with a quiet reminder not to let her fingers near its mouth before he made his way to the shore and wrapped his arms around Charlie’s waist. “I’m sorry for laughing, but it is very funny.”

It wasn’t entertaining for the girls anymore. Not with Len doting on him like that. Whatever progress they thought they’d made seemed like it went out the window. They frowned at each other for a moment, but made their way back to shore with their catches. Joanna offered Charlie a bright smile as she announced, “Think of it this way, Chucky! You can get back at it by eating it.”

Her words were punctuated by Ellie wiggling the net and its writhing contents at the man. His face paled at the thought, but he gave a weak smile anyway as he responded, “You’re right, I suppose.”

They both beamed at him. Joanna shot Len a look that plainly read see? I can be nice and he gave her a warm smile in response. All four of them made their way back to the campsite where Len put the fish they caught on ice. Eyeing the eel carefully, Ellie and Jo watched her dad as his hand shot out fast and latched onto the eel’s neck before it could squirm away.

“That was so cool!” Ellie exclaimed, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet as Len wrangled the fish into the cooler.

He shot her a wink. “I’ve been fishin most of my life. You pick up a few things.”

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon dragging Len through the woods. Charlie declined as politely as he could manage (as polite as one could manage when it looked like the invitation shoved something foul-smelling up his nose, anyway), so they got to enjoy having Len all to themselves.

Ellie asked them both a million questions about the types of trees and the bugs and plants and just about anything else she could think of in her curious little head. Len was all too happy to oblige her and by the time they made their way back to the campsite, the sun was beginning to dip below the treetops. He carried them both- Ellie’s arms draped over his shoulders as she dozed sleepily on his back and Joanna sound asleep in his arms until he was trying to get them settled in their tent. Jo yawned, but sat up and looked around as though she’d slept a full night instead of the maybe 15 minutes she was down.

“Today was fun,” she mumbled against his ear when she gave him a tight hug.

“It was a lot of fun, tadpole. I’m gonna make dinner you wanna help clean the fish?”

“Yeah, okay.” She stepped carefully around the still napping Ellie and followed Len to the fire Charlie had kept going in their absence.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Len leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips. He looked around the camp for a moment before adding, “I’m gonna go get some water from the lake for the fire buckets. Go ahead and get started on the fish, Jojo, but keep away from that eel. I’ll take care of it.”

The second Leonard was out of sight, Charlie rounded on her with a glare, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, young lady. If I get my way, you’ll be off to a boarding school on another continent after I marry your daddy. Hell, I’d send you back to California when that man leaves if I thought Leonard would allow it.”

“But he won’t. And he’s not gonna marry you if I get my way.” She squared her shoulders and stared him down until she noticed her dad coming back up from the beach. She put on her best hurt face and asked just loud enough for it to carry, “Why would you want to send me away anyway?”

Her father paused in his steps and watched the two of them with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Charlie apparently didn’t notice his approach because he didn’t miss a beat as he replied, “Because you’re in the way and I won’t let you ruin this for me.” Leonard opened his mouth to interject, but didn’t get a chance before Charlie smirked at Joanna. “I love your father, and you’re important to him, so stop trying to poison him against me.”

Jo glared at him as Len’s mouth closed, lips twisting into a small smile. She turned her attention back to the fish and started working on cleaning them up. Sounds from the tent were followed by Ellie’s blinking face poking out the flap. She looked around, but when her eyes fell on the fish Jo was in the process of gutting she looked ill. “I’m gonna stay in here… I can’t watch that.”

“Okay, Ellie. I’ll come get you when we’re done,” Jo shot her a smile. They had planned on Ellie getting things ready in their tent while Jo and Len took care of the fish anyway.

Dinner was uneventful, and the girls made s’mores with Len until it was time to get ready for bed. Len gave them both quick kisses on the forehead and bid them good night. Ellie and Jo disappeared into their tent as Len put the fire out, whispering quietly until they knew Len was snugly inside his own tent.

“So in the morning?” Jo asked.

“Yeah we’ll wait until your dad’s out and getting the stuff ready for breakfast,” Ellie confirmed with a nod. “I got all the stuff we’ll need.”

“Charlie never wakes up until at least 11, so we’ll have time.”

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#mckirk #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #parent trap au #tia writes #star trek fic

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franklyshipping · 7 years

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Good Different ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Gonna write a cutesy thing between ma boi Bim and MY LIL BABY BEAN OLIVER 😇 (aka yellow google) and it’s gonna have a bit of angsty stuff (WARNING FOR A LIL SELF HATE) but it’ll end up in fluffy platonic sfw tickles: LET’S BEGIN!

There were a lot of ways to describe Oliver, an infinate number of adjectives in a multitude of tongues…but the only one he could ever think about was the word different. The type of different that was thought with disdain. Oliver would look at himself, and at his human name and his human feelings and wonder…why? Why do I have to be like this? When his brothers had seemingly more useful functions, virus prevention, knowledge accumulation as well as general efficiency and usefulness.

What was his use? Sure, he could feel and act human, but how did that help others? He sighed…how useful was sighing in exasperation? Oliver did so anyway as he stood in the ego’s main kitchen area, his three brothers and Bim Trimmer were going about their business. His brothers as flawless and efficient as per, he grimaced and decided to walk away. He did it often, so he didn’t think anyone would notice. He just…couldn’t look at them sometimes.

He reached the main living area, which was thankfully deserted, and walked over to the couch. His lips were trembling gently, he tried to hold it back…but alas, tears fell down his cheeks. He didn’t know how they happened, they just did. Oliver’s shoulders shook as he hunched where he stood, light whimpering sobs leaving his lips as his “mind” overflowed with self deprecation.

‘Oli?’

The droid gasped at the sound of a soft voice from the entryway, Bim’s voice; it held undertones of concern as the owner started pacing gradually closer. Oliver cursed himself for not even watching his urroundings. He hurriedly tried to wipe his face, but he wasn’t fast enough as Bim stepped out in front of him; his face fell at the sight of Oliver’s despair.

‘Hey hey, what’s wrong?’

Bim’s voice was shaken with intense worry, Bim saw Oliver as a really good friend and to see him like this…it really tore at him. Oliver shook his head, wiping his face with an almost desperate vigour.

'I-it’s nothing y-you need be conc-cerned about…’

Oliver grimaced at the cracks plaguing his voice as he spoke, Bim reached forward to hold his forearms away from his face; Oliver was too stricken with his emotions to even try and prevent his actions. Bim swallowed hard at his dishevelled appearance, almost tearing up himself; he inhaled carefully before placing a hand on the droid’s curved back. He walked him over and sat him down slowly on the couch where Oliver sniffled gently. Bim rubbed his back soothingly, which Oliver felt actually start calming him down a bit.

'I can’t not be concerned when I see you like this…’

Bim trailed off forlornly, Oliver blinked behind his spectacles whilst Bim stared intently from behind his.

’…you’re my friend Oli-’

'Why?’

Bim was heavily taken aback at his outburst, Oliver looked at him imploringly as he spoke.

'I have no real talent or use…why would you want to be my friend?’

Bim’s heart broke at his words, mainly because he could see that Oliver actually believed what he said about himself; he really thought he was useless. Bim gritted his teeth and Oliver blinked heavily at Bim’s sudden change in demeanour.

'I’ll tell you why.’

Bim’s serious tone struck Oliver silent.

'I’m friends with you because you’re awesome. You are kind, funny, understanding about people’s problems AND you have access to endless plant facts!’

Oliver bit his lip to hide a small smile at Bim’s final point, which the latter noticed as he dropped his serious façade. He grinned triumphantly knowing that his words were having an effect.

'So there. And you know I’m being honest because I am a really crappy liar!’

Oliver giggled lightly, his moroseness slowly diminishing and being long forgotton as Bim held his head high in a matter-of-fact fashion. Oliver nibbled on his bottom lip more as he replied.

'That’s true, you are a bad liar…’

Oliver grinned bashfully at Bim’s indignant look, though internally Bim was ecstatic at his raised mood. He folded his arms with an overexaggerated pout.

'Hey! Just because I said it doesn’t mean you can!’

Oliver clamped a hand over his mouth as he emitted an unstoppable stream of giggles, which Bim narrowed his eyes at.

'Ohh so you’re gonna laugh at me as well as insult me? I see how it is…’

Oliver grinned widely, his next words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them.

'Well you are easy to laugh at-’

Oliver’s eyes widened as he realised what he’d said, he felt a shiver pass through his system when Bim fixed him with an…amused expression? Oliver was unsure of what it would be called, but it both unnerved and excited him greatly.

'Right. That is it!’

Oliver yelped when Bim suddenly lunged, pouncing on top of him with a mischievous grin as they toppled over on the couch. He was about to ask a question, when fingers suddenly wiggling into his sides meant he could only speak through bubbly giggles and squeaks.

'Bihihihim nohohohoho!’

Bim’s joy peaked as he grinned widely, Oliver squirmed heavily as he scribbled deftly over his sides and tummy.

'Bim yeeees!’

Oliver snorted and cackled heavily as Bim wiggled a finger in his belly button, bolts and tickly shivers shot through Oliver’s synthetic synapses as he weakly batted at his tormentor’s hands.

'Thihihihis ihihihisn’t nihihihihice!’

Bim snickered as he moved to squeeze and probe at Oli’s hips making the owner buck and squeal in the most adorable fashion.

'Well you shouldn’t have laughed at me then should you? Now face your punishment!’

Bim growled teasingly as a lemon flush rose on Oliver’s cheeks. Due to how his system worked, with his sensors entirely focused on the tickly sensations, that resulted in power draining from his motor systems. Basically, he couldn’t fight back AT ALL, which was great for Bim. Oliver wailed out as Bim fluttered over his waistline and squeezed his tummy ruthlessly.

'DOHOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOHOHO THIHIHIHIS!’

Bim cocked his head with a mischievous grin, hoping and praying that Oliver would fall into his trap.

'I’m sorry, what don’t you want me to do?’

Bim lessened his touches as Oliver gasped and giggled breathlessly, still conscious of Bim’s hands resting on him as he spoke.

'Tihihickle mehehe…’

Bim’s eyes widened with incredulous glee as the words left Oliver’s mouth, the droid’s did the same as he stammered nervously.

'W-wait I d-didn’t-!’

'Odd request but…okay!’

Oliver screeched and laughed as Bim scratched and kneaded his thighs, the poor guy couldn’t escape even if he tried. He could only laugh and try to bear it.

'IHIHIHI DIHIHIHIDN’T MEHEHEHEAN THAHAHAHAT!’

Bim snickered as he moved down to scratch behind his knees, relishing in the fact that wherever he went he was guaranteed a reaction.

'Didn’t you? That’s not what I heard…’

Bim was almost in a euphoric state of glee as Oliver’s flush darkened with his embarrassment, his eyes were flicking and jumping as he desperately tried to avoid Bim’s teasing gaze.

'YOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!’

Bim raised his eyebrows as he continued torturing the droid’s shaking legs.

'Carrying on with the insults? Really?’

Oliver yelped and squeaked as Bim spontaneously fluttered at his neck.

'Nonononohohoho nahahat thehehere!’

Bim smirked and cooed at his hysterical friend who was grinning and giggling heavily, his chest was shaking with the force of his mirth.

'Awwww, you’re just ticklish everywhere aren’t you?

'Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!’

Bim giggled and fluttered his fingers under his chin with a grin, enamoured at the light screech and flustered cackles he drew out.

'Coochie coo Oli, look who’s ticklish under their little chin!'

'NAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHON’T TEHEHEHEASE!!!’

Oliver howled as he scrunch to try and trap Bim’s fingers, but they were faster than lightening as they tickled lightly and teasingly. Oliver felt his face overheating at Bim’s horribly effective teases so he did the only thing his processor could come up with. He shook his head and tried to bite Bim’s tickling hand, and he actually succeeded.

'Hey!’

Bim exclaimed as he withdrew, a little bite mark present on his forefinger from Oliver’s surprise attack. Oliver nibbled his lip nervously as Bim exclaimed with pout.

'You bit me! Why would you do that?!’

Bim’s high pitched indignation only made Oliver descend back into giggles, Bim fought back a smile as he tried to maintain his annoyance.

'Yohohou staharted it!’

Bim narrowed his eyes gently as Oliver grinned and brought his forearms towards him, after having regained a smattering of control.

'That doesn’t condone biting!’

Oliver snickered as a burst of defiance made him stick out his tongue before stating.

'Wehell you deheserved it!’

A sharp silence filled the room as the words circled and sunk in, Bim was intensely stoic before a feral smile stretched across his lips.

'Is that so?’

Oliver shivered at the coolness in Bim’s voice, his own voice being held back by the force of Bim’s intimidating demeanour. Said man sighed gently, rubbing his fingers as he spoke.

'I’ve tried to be nice, but you just couldn’t help yourself could you?’

Oliver looked on confusedly as Bim inched away from him, moving away from his torso and legs as he shuffled furthur down the couch.

'You just had to go and say something cheeky…’

Bim turned his head away as he giggled to himself silently, seeing Oliver be both defiant and nervous simulataneously was just way too much fun. He got to the other end of the couch, where Oliver’s feet sat unwittingly. He rested his forearm over his friend’s ankles, relishing in their sudden tension as he turned back.

'Are you ready to face the consequences?’

Oliver started shaking his head rapidly as a wave of realisation swept through him, churning up thousands of butterflies in his tummy. His voice burst forth as he partially hid his face behind his hands.

'Plehease don’t tihickle mehe there I-I cahan’t take it thehere Bim plehease!!!’

Bim smirked maniacally as he turned to Oliver’s feet excitedly.

'The thing is…that’s precisely what I was hoping for!’

Bim hurriedly went to work on Oliver’s soles, scratching and dragging his fingers up and down the lengths of them as Oliver screamed and laughed rauciously.

'NAHAHAHAHA BIHIHIHIHIHIM!!!’

The poor droid had no focus left to administer any movement to his legs which just lay limp, despite Oliver’s own intentions.

'Awww look at these ticklish tootsies!’

Oliver was snorting every few seconds which already had him blushing furiously, but Bim’s babyish taunting just made it all worse.

'SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP YOHOHOU DOHOUCHEBAHAHAG!’

Bim cackled loudly at Oliver’s swearing attempt, his programming meant that he couldn’t say certain explicit phrases which only made him more adorable. Bim was elated that he’d managed to dispose of Oliver’s sadness for the time being…but he wasn’t done just yet.

'And now! For my grand finale…’

Bim used his fingers to hold Oliver’s toes back as he traced underneath, being every so torturously gentle.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHA!!!’

Oliver’s installed lungs were working at full capacity as he was utterly undone by Bim’s touch, said man was aghast at his reaction but still grinned deftly.

’-this little piggy had none, and this little piggy went-’

'AHAHAHAHAHA BIHIHIHIHIHIHI-!’

Oliver’s laughter went silent as the sensations became so unbearable that his voice could no longer keep up with his mirth, his entire body was rigid apart from his head and face. The first tossed roughly as the second scrunched and dimpled, his mouth opening and closely in a goldfish-like fashion. Bim decided he’d had enough, withdrawing his fingers carefully and removing his arms with them.

It took him a few moments, but once Oliver had regained control over his limbs he instantaneously curled into a loose ball, rubbing his feet with his hands as Bim shuffled over gently.

'Thahat wahas so uhunecehessary…’

Bim giggled at Oliver’s gentle pout as he sidled closer, he nudged his shoulder gently making the droid look up at him gently.

'No it wasn’t.’

Oliver twisted his lips gently as a bashful smile rose up, he felt his chest warm up at the feeling of Bim’s genuine kindness and geniality. He adjusted his spectacles and uncurled, sitting up.

'No…it wasn’t.’

Bim felt flutters in his chest and grinned triumphantly, he didn’t care that Oliver wasn’t expecting it but Bim took him into a tight hug. Oliver soon caught on though, and reciprocated just as wholeheartedly; he listened intently as Bim mumbled into his shoulder.

'If you ever feel sad again, you have to promise to tell me. Okay?’

Oliver nodded, lips trembling with joy as they pulled away. Both of them stood, and as an afterthought Oliver let out a whispered query.

'Bim…am I different?’

Bim inhaled deeply before smiling immediatly. Oliver recognised as his prideful smile, the smile Bim wore when he heard about other people’s accomplishments. The bespectacled droid felt himself smile too…he already knew Bim’s answer.

'Yes Oliver. Yes you are.’

my two sweet innocent bouncing baby beans havin some fluffy friendo time UGH I LOVE IT 😍 tell me if ya liked it too and yeah, luv yous xx

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tvdiaries-imagines · 7 years

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Long Lost Love: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Kai x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping

Word Count: 2498 aka a lot longer than part 1

PART ONE | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Today, there’s a free music festival going on in the lovely city of New Orleans. The weather is amazing and all you see is happy faces surrounding you. Freya joined you and Kol, then ended up heading back home after a couple of hours to help out Elijah. Klaus was miles away taking care of what he called ‘business’.

As you were dancing to the upbeat music with the rest of the crowd on the freshly cut grass, Kol left to buy the two of you a beer. Wine was never your thing.

Moments later, you were at a loss for breath from all the dancing, so you stepped aside from the crowd to quickly rest. Admiring the music and soaking up the sun felt just amazing, but that fun soon vanished because a hand covers your mouth and you quickly pass out.

Finally, you wake up sitting on a chair. But this time, you aren’t at the festival. You are in an unfamiliar place, an empty warehouse from the looks of it. The first thing you tried to do was stand up and stretch, but your hands were tied behind you with vervain ropes. It stung like a motherfucker. “What the hell?! What is this?” You said aloud to yourself.

You hear footsteps approaching you, so you turn to face whoever it is. “You’re awake! Great!” The stranger says. He was a tall, dark male wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” You wiggled your wrists, but the vervain only pierced your skin once again.

“You’re Klaus’s precious sister in law right?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“Do you see a ring on my finger? No. At least not yet.” You spat.

“Who cares. I needed someone to get to him. And you were the easiest target. Poor Kol is probably wondering where you are.”

“Well Klaus isn’t in town. And even if he was, screw you.” You looked at him in disgust. There was no way you were going to rat out Klaus’s whereabouts. Especially to any enemy. No matter the consequences.

“Feisty one you are. Damn!” The man yelled in amusement and you scoffed at him. He sure was annoying.

“Since you won’t tell me where he is. Maybe this will help.” You furrowed your brows at his statement, then suddenly, his eyes turned yellow, revealing his fangs and didn’t hesitate to take his time sinking his teeth into your neck. The pain took over you, making you scream your lungs out. A werewolf bite is lethal to vampires and you thought to yourself how dead you are.

Finally, he stopped, but the dead weight of his body laid on you and the next thing you know, you see Kol above him, ripping his heart out of his back. Kol then threw his body off of you like a piece of trash.

“Oh my god, Kol. Thank goodness.” You sighed in relief. Your boyfriend sure is your savior.

“Hello darling.” Kol smiles as he’s wiping the blood on his hand to his shirt, then he quickly goes over to release your wrist from those damn ropes. He can handle the stinging of vervain way better than you can. “That’s a rather nasty bite you have there. Are you alright?” He added because he didn’t see it healing.

“Yup. Werewolves.” You shook your head as your were watching your wrists heal.

Kol cups your cheeks with his palms to draw your attention to his face. “I’ll call Nik so that he can cure that godforsaken bite.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, then reaches in his pocket for his phone to call Klaus.

“I should’ve listened to Elijah when he said for me to keep viles of Klaus’s blood. Now look where I am.” Luckily for the Mikaelsons, a werewolf bite won’t ever kill them, you were the odd one out.

“Not to worry, darling. He’s only a town away, last I heard.” Kol put his phone to his ear, waiting for Klaus to answer.

“Douchebag.” You sneered, looking down at the man that kidnapped and bit you.

“There you are, baby girl!” You flinched from the loud voice that wasn’t Kol’s. You couldn’t believe who it is. It was no other than your ex boyfriend, Malachai Parker walking in. This has to be the side effect of the werewolf bite making you delusional. But no, you noticed that Kol sees him too. “Out of all places you could be. New Orleans? Really?” Kai added, tilting his head in confusion.

You were speechless. Frozen. How is Kai he even here? The last time you saw him was years ago when Damon separated his head from his body. But you have to admit, he damn sure looks good.

“I’ll ring you later, brother.” Kol says to Klaus over the phone and hangs up. Kol looked confused as ever at the fact that you didn’t deny knowing Kai and you just stood there not saying a word.

“And who the bloody hell are you?!” Kol asks angrily.

“I’m her lover, duh. Cool accent by the way.” Kai jokes, then approaches you to look at your bite but Kol stops him by pushing his hand on his chest.

“Pardon?” Kol narrowed his eyes at Kai.

“Hmm...Did I stutter? Yeah. I don’t think so.” Kai quickly grabs Kol’s hand and siphons his magic. Kol tries to fight it, but he failed as he was weakening to the floor.

“Stop! That’s enough!” You vampire sped up to your boyfriend and your ex boyfriend, putting yourself in between the two. “First of all, how are you even here?” You asked Kai.

“Long story, babe. But please tell me who is this vampire that is that’s getting all worked up. You got a body guard now?”

“Kai, this is my-” You paused. “-boyfriend, Kol. He’s an original.”

“Yeah originally annoying. But ouch. I have to admit, that cuts deep.” Kai fake pouted on the outside, but on the inside, he was pretty hurt that you moved on while he was stuck loving you all these years. “And don’t tell me he’s the one that turned you. That was supposed to be my job.”

“Yes. But it’s been years, Kai. Years.” You over exaggerated the word 'years’ because it’s really been that long. “I’ve moved on. Not to mention, you killed Jo. You killed all of those people. If you ran off with me instead we wouldn’t even be in this position.”

“This is enough. It’s no time to reminisce, love. Leave him be.” Kol looked at you while grabbing your waist, then looked at Kai. “Leave her be.”

“At least let me siphon her nasty bite.” Kai implied.

“She-WE don’t need your assistance. My brother’s blood will happily do the trick.” Kol glared, pulling you closer to him. Jealousy definitely took over him that he had to be stubborn.

“Kol, it’s alright. Let him help me.” You insisted.

Kol took a deep breath, scowling at Kai. “Fine. But make it quick.”

As Kai is siphoning your bite, he whispers in your ear. “This is what you really want?”

You looked back and forth between Kai & Kol. The old memories with Kai flooded your thoughts, but you fought it, replacing it with memories of Kol instead. “Yes Kai. This is.” You said while making eye contact with Kol. You knew that he was listening. And finally, that werewolf bite was all gone.

“Alrighty then.” Kai turned you around so that he’s hugging you from behind, then cloaks the both of you.

“Let go of me! Let go of me now, Kai!” You instantly try to free yourself from his grip but he was too strong, especially with the help of him siphoning some of your magic as well while he’s holding onto you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Kol cries out for you. He looked around 360 degrees and couldn’t see you or hear you, but you were right in front of his eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe. Your little boyfriend can’t see you. Boo hoo.” Kai’s voice started to fade as you were passing out from his constant siphoning.

(1 Hour Later...)

Waking up feels like deja vu. Only this time, it was your ex kidnapping you for your affection, not some stranger looking to kill you. Instead of waking up in that warehouse this time, you were on a bed in what looks like a hotel room. Kai was sitting on the edge of the other bed waiting for you to wake up.

“So....How was your nap?” Kai asked smiling.

You instantly vampire sped up to him, grabbing him by the collar. “Kai what the hell is going on?” You were so enraged that your eyes turned red and veins started forming under your eyes.

“Aw, someone’s groggy from their nap.” Kai joked, but you weren’t laughing.

“This isn’t a fucking joke. You kidnapped me! My supposed-to-be-dead ex boyfriend kidnapped me!” You shouted, tightening your hold on his collar.

“Okay okay. First of all, you can let go of me now.” Kai uses his strength and grabs your arms, pushing you so that you’re sitting across from him on the bed, then he started walking back and forth from the nightstand to the TV. “And secondly, I just missed ya, puddin. I thought maybe we can hang without that Mikaelson pest that you’re grossly screwing.”

“And how do you know that I wont try to escape?” You straightened yourself sitting on the bed, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Trust me, sweetie. You won’t. Because if you do, i’d happily put your boy toy in a sleeping spell how I did Elena.”

“You wouldn’t.” You exhaled through your nostrils, giving Kai a death stare.

“Oh I would. And good luck asking Bonnie for the spell because last I heard, her and the Mikaelsons aren’t exactly buddy buddy. Unless, she and rest of your gang know about you being with Kol Mikaelson.”

Kai was right. Bonnie and the rest of your friends would like Kol dead just as much as Kai. Not to mention, the part where they have no idea that Kol is even alive. There’s no need to get them involved in this funny business at all.

"Okay, so basically you kidnapped me in hopes I’ll fall in love with you again? Yeah Kai, that makes perfect sense.” The sarcasm in your voice was hard to miss. The word ‘love’ triggered Kai. He stopped his pacing and sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

“You know I’ll never in my life hurt you. A day, all I need is a day. Maybe two to make up for lost time. And if you still want to be with that pathetic vamp, then I’ll let you go.” Kai frowned.

“Okay fine. Deal.” You agreed. “At least let me tell Kol that I’m safe. I know he must be worried.”

(Meanwhile…)

“We need to find her!” Kol commanded to Freya, breaking his bourbon glass he had in his hand. His voice was so loud that you can probably hear it all around the compound.

Freya had her witchy knick knacks laid out on the table including a map and your hair brush to try and locate you. “Just calm down. I’m trying. But he must be using a cloaking spell on her because it’s like she doesn’t exist.” Freya made known.

“What’s going on? What’s with this shouting, Kol?” Rebekah rushed into the room.

“Y/N’s past lover took her and vanished because she chose me.” Kol said as he was pacing back and forth.

“What? Who?” Rebekah asked.

“Some wanker named Kai. What I heard, he was dead and now he’s alive.” Kol turned his attention back to Freya. “Please Freya, I must find her.” There was desperation in Kol’s eyes as if he was afraid. Either he was afraid to lose you to Kai or he was afraid that Kai will hurt you.

“Do you think he’ll hurt her?” Freya started to feel worried at how upset her brother is.

“How should I bloody know?” Kol started losing his patience.

“Trust me, he won’t. That boy loves her.” Rebekah implied.

At one point you’ve told only Rebekah all about your relationship with Kai because she was always there whenever you needed an ear. There was no way you were going to vent to Kol about him. She’s also confident in her answer because from personal experience, no matter what goes down between Marcel and the Mikaelsons, Marcel would never lay a hand on Rebekah because he loves her.

Kol’s phone starts to ring in his pocket, so he quickly took it out in hopes that it’s you calling. Lucky for him, it is you that’s calling, Kol’s eyes lit up and he answered it immediately. “Y/N. Where are you? Are you safe? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I’m safe. I don’t know exactly where I am but don’t come looking for me.” You informed Kol.

“What? Are you mad? What has he done to you?”

“He needs me for two days and if I try to leave or if you come for me within that time span, he’s going to put you under a spell that even Freya can’t reverse. Kai won’t hurt me. I promise.”

“So the two of you expect me to just do nothing and wait for you to come home then?” The thought of you spending time with Kai made Kol sick to his stomach. You’re his and only his. He doesn’t want anyone else getting in the way of that.

“Pretty much.”

Kol snapped. “That’s rubbish! You tell that bastard I’ll tear him limb from limb if he dares to lay a finger on you.”

“Kol, I love-” Kai takes the phone from your hand and breaks it in half. Tossing it behind him on the middle of the bed.

“Wow. He sure is violent.” Kai felt no guilt disrupting your phone call.

“You’re so annoying.” You scoffed, grabbing the nearest pillow, smacking Kai in the chest with it. This is the man you have to put up with for the next 48 hours. You felt terrible for how worried Kol is going to be, you’re just hoping that he doesn’t lash out and go on a killing spree or something.

“Yup. But remember, you loved me at one point and I’m hoping to bring that spark back you know.” Kai smirked.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes. Yes, you did love Kai at one point and part of you will always have love for him, but you have Kol and he’s just an outstanding lover and friend. From listening to your gossip to telling you how much he loves you before bed and even making you coffee every morning.

“Alright come on. Go freshen up.” Kai patted your thigh as he lunged off of the bed. “We’re going out.”

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